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[closed for emberossing] Out There

Phichit Chulanont wasn't particularly known for his subtlety, and ever since he had started a relationship of sorts with his roommate and absolute best friend, he's been even less secretive about his body and less discriminating in initiating contact with Yuuri. But this, he thinks as he gets dressed, is going to be pushing things further than they've ever gone.

He finishes getting ready, in his sweats and a hoodie, grabbing his gym bag with clean clothes and his skates, of course, and leaves his little room to wait for Yuuri so they can head to the rink together.

"Did you eat breakfast yet?" He calls, grabbing a banana off of the counter for himself. He's already had his cereal before getting dressed, but he always gets hungry by the time they get to the rink anyways. Yuuri, on the other hand, will sometimes forget to eat right when he has things on his mind, like training for the Grand Prix. Which is why Phichit is planning this little game for them in the first place.

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Also occasionally he can poof up like a hamster, if he's startled.

It's surprisingly apt. Not the least reason of which being that Phichit's incredibly good with hamsters.

Yuuri laughs to that and shakes his head,

"That seems a little excessive. I'm sure the bruise will last a lot longer than the pain will." And then there's that sly look for a moment, the one that's usually so hard-won but seems to be coming easily tonight, "Or did you just want an excuse to play nurse?" He's not quite to the point where he could say sexy nurse, but it's strongly implied in the tone.

Phichit grins as he's caught and shrugs, bringing his shoulders all the way up to his ears.

"Whoops, am I that obvious? Or maybe you just know how much I lo~ove to take care of you."

He giggles and wraps his arm around Yuuri's back, hugging him gently.

"You're not exactly subtle," he points out, but he's grinning now, leaning into him, and he tries something he's never done before, not really, before he can think better of it.

The kiss he leans in for is nothing new, it's not even a particularly spectacular kiss, though it's warm and it lingers. It's paired though with a quiet,

"Thank you for making dinner. And for taking care of me in general," it's the kind of thing a boyfriend might do, or at least someone something past just friends who happen to be sexually compatible would do. It's also unusual for Yuuri to admit he even needs to be taken care of, much less thank someone for doing it.

He's a little surprised, but pleasantly so, when Yuuri leans into him and initiates a soft kiss. It's not like Yuuri's never been the one to kiss him, but usually that's when they're having sex, or when he wants to; when he's horny, and the kisses are hot and heavy. This one isn't so hot, but somehow it still sits heavy on Phichit's heart.

And then the left hook follows the right one; the sweet words sound so vulnerable in Yuuri's soft voice, and it makes Phichit want to do all kinds of romantic things to him. He whines from deep in his throat.

"Yuuri..." Phichit answers softly. "Of course. Of course I would.... you don't have to even thank me. I like to."

Yuuri's not good with emotions. They run roughshod over him on a regular basis and he doesn't like to share them, feels like too much pressure to do so is stifling, rude. Everyone in this place is too open about them and it makes him seem even more withdrawn than he would be back home, where he was still considered to be quiet, shy. Dealing with someone like Phichit who's so loud should be overwhelming, and sometimes it is, but there's a middle to meet in and Phichit's really good about just kind of... being himself and letting Yuuri stumble his way there.

He's a bit over-extended at the moment, though, so he doesn't immediately say anything to that, kind of needs a moment or two of space, so he picks up the plates to carry into the kitchen and even though he's favoring one side a little, it's clear that the ice and the nap have helped tremendously.

"The least I can do is get the dishes," he calls over a shoulder, because he needs to run away a bit, but he doesn't need to be an ass about it.

Phichit watches Yuuri go, turning around and pulling his knees up onto the couch so he can keep looking.

"Are you sure?" He calls, keeping his physical distance. "If you're in pain you can leave them in the sink for now. I'll get to them later!"

"No, it's fine. If I start to hurt I'll stop, I promise," he means it, too. But the work settles something a little more in his head, lets him escape into something he doesn't have to talk through for a moment, because they can't really talk over the sound of the water anyway.

It's not a difficult clean-up, but he's feeling a little more settled by the time he's through-- it's not quite enough for him to feel comfortable coming back over and kissing Phichit again, but it's enough for him to trail his fingers against his hand when he asks,

"Bed?" they should do some off-ice training, go for a run or head somewhere to work on ballet or something, it's still early enough for it. But Yuuri's both tired and still running off a kind of endorphin high from everything that's happened today, on top of his hip being a mess. Even if they don't end up fooling around (and who is he kidding) the thought of curling up somewhere warm together is too nice to lose out on because of some kind of emotional distance on his part.

Since Yuuri is adamant about doing the dishes Phichit lets him, turning back around and distracting himself scrolling through Instagram to the sound of running water. He gets so engrossed he doesn't even realize Yuuri's done, until the old floor creaks under his feet as he comes back over to the couch.

When Phichit looks up, Yuuri looks soft and vulnerable and asks him to join him in bed with a lingering touch. Phichit grins and puts his phone down.

"Yeah, of course. Yours?" He asks, already getting up and stretching.

"Yeah, okay," he doesn't really care one way or the other since their beds are pretty much identical, but being in his own room might make him a little more comfortable, "Do you... want to go ahead and get your laptop?" They could use his, but Yuuri's presuming Phichit's already got links or downloads, or something and it's probably easier for him to navigate his own computer. It'll be less embarrassing he thinks, too.

He's not really sure if he's 100% ready to just leap back into sexy things, still feels a little uncomfortably vulnerable, but he figures they won't want to get up after they're in bed.

Phichit blinks, and then chuckles and nods. "Sure! You go ahead and get comfortable. Make the bed nice and warm for when I get there!"

He's mostly teasing, although he really does hate when he gets into bed and the sheets are icy cold. He leaves a little kiss on Yuuri's cheek before he skips off to his bedroom to get the stuff.

There are a hell of a lot of worse and more difficult things in this world than warming chilled sheets for your maybe-kind-of-possibly-boyfriend. Yuuri chuckles softly to that, thinks it's cute, but really, it's probably a good thing Phichit gives him a task, because otherwise he would probably come back to Yuuri just standing in the middle of the room awkwardly, not really knowing what to do.

As it is, by the time Phichit gets back he's gotten his pants off (though it's not immediately obvious under the covers) because he's worried about trying to get them off later with the bruise, which just leaves him in boxer briefs and his undershirt, and he's under the blankets propped up on pillows, with space beside him for Phichit.

He looks a little nervous, but that's pretty much just how Yuuri looks.

Phichit comes to Yuuri's room with his laptop tucked under his arm, and he sets it down on the nightstand. When he turns to Yuuri, a soft smile tugs on his lips and he touches his own cheek.

"Gosh, you're so cute, Yuuri," he sighs happily. He lifts the blanket to slide underneath it, careful about where he's putting his body in relation to Yuuri's.
"Tell me how you're feeling..?"

"Better now," he answers and it's a sexy answer, but he's just being honest. He was nervous while Phichit was getting the laptop, has fussed with the pillows a bunch and debated whether it was okay for him to take his pants off and if the pillows were right or if he was already messing this up. But Phichit warm under the blanket next to him makes him feel better instantly.

He winds an arm around him and tugs him in, being careful of his own hip, but kissing him just seems like the logical next step. If the kiss starts to get a little bit more heated than sweet, well, they're in bed together and they're about to watch porn.

Not for the first time, Phichit realizes that when Yuuri grows into his natural appeal and learns to weaponize it, he's going to be a force to be reckoned with. Until then, he's happy to be the person sliding into his best friend's warm bed, their bodies shifting to accommodate each other as Yuuri pulls him closer. Phichit hums contently into the kiss and slides his fingers into Yuuri's hair as he tilts his head to return the heat.

Yuuri always kisses like he could kiss forever, which probably only lends additional credence to Phichit's opinion of his future ability to weaponize something like this. He always looks a little dazed afterwards, too, as though he has to remember there's a world outside of his mouth on someone else's.

It's probably a little tempting to just keep kissing him, but they also have a plan and it won't be long before Yuuri remembers that and gets awkward about derailing them.

Phichit's not feeling the same kind of rush, not thinking about the race against Yuuri's nerves, but when Yuuri pulls back he knows better than to pursue, to push him into anything too fast or too much.

"Feeling okay?" He asks kindly, stroking his fingers through Yuuri's hair and down along the nape of his neck. "Need a break?"

It's a thin line-- push too hard and Phichit will likely feel bad about it later, but don't push hard enough and Yuuri starts to get that feeling like maybe he's being coddled a little, and while he'll occasionally permit Phichit to actually take care of him, like dinner tonight, it's still a pretty rare thing. Maybe it shouldn't be such a hair trigger between a respectful lack of pressure and the implication that he's too weak to handle anything else, but mental illness is a bit of a beast that way. Phichit's usually pretty good at the line.

This time, though, Yuuri makes a bit of a face and kind of pulls back a little,

"Why? Do I look like I need one?" Look, he's infamous for shoving a girl in the hospital, it's actually a pretty mild reaction for him.

Phichit realizes he's crossed a line, but he doesn't want to acknowledge it and make things worse. He lets his gaze linger over Yuuri with a thoughtful hum. "No, you don't look like that..." he says, adding with an impish smile, "You look like you wanna get fucked, Yuuri."

He caresses Yuuri's jaw as he waits to see if that deflection was good enough to reset the gears of this.

Yuuri kind of squirms a little at that, the same way he does whenever Phichit talks dirty, but there's a subtle difference between discomfort and a kind of thing that twists some of the same things, but is entirely good, wanted. He's still not confident enough (mostly) to go straight for some kind of sassy response, there, but it's telling that he doesn't immediately flush and deny it, either.

He does hide in Phichit's neck just a little bit, though, pulling him closer, but a moment later, that resolves itself into a line of very thorough open-mouthed kisses along it, so he's definitely not hiding too much. He's still having to push himself a little to do this, is kind of feeling a little awkward, now, but it's for Phichit and he knows it's going to be worth it, if he can get out of his head a little more in a minute.

"Maybe... Was there a video you had in mind?"

It feels really, really good for Phichit to realize that he handled the situation exactly right; almost as good as the hot, wet kisses Yuuri's pressing against his jugular. He wraps an arm around Yuuri's waist, mindful of his bruising, to keep him close as he tangles their legs.

"I have one," he agrees in a low murmur. "With two really cute guys, feeling each other up the way we do sometimes. It's a really sweet one."

It's probably best to start with something like that, and not some staged hardcore bdsm type video that would agitate nerves and potentially be a turnoff. Even though Phichit is willing to bet that Yuuri will grow up to be really kinky someday.

The sun hasn't even set on Yuuri giving him a blow job in the locker rooms-- if Phichit's going to make a bet on Yuuri being kinky, it's a pretty safe one. He's just got to work his way through mental logistics on things first. Or get caught off-guard where he's not thinking too hard about what's happening.

"Okay. Show me?" He's still not sure about all of this, in terms of whether or not he's going to like it, but he does genuinely want to try it out. Besides, he's nice and warm and fed and cozy. Not what would be a turn on necessarily for a lot of people, but despite the comment a moment before and his lingering, eternal anxiety, he's actually pretty comfortable, which is a good starting place for him.

Phichit hums quite happily and leans over Yuuri to leave a lingering kiss on his lips, his cock already starting to stir just from the idea of watching porn with Yuuri. He wants to see Yuuri's face, see him react to the moans and the actors' bodies and cocks.

He reaches behind him for his laptop and pulls it open, and the video loads onto the screen. The ads on the website are all for penis enhancers or gay hookup sites, and it makes Phichit giggle a little self-consciously before he makes the video screen full size.

"Okay. I'm gonna press play now," he warns, partly to brace himself; this is a lot more intense than he was expecting. The video starts by panning out from a close-up shot of two very cute boys making out on a couch, flashes of tongue aplenty.

Okay. Okay, they're doing this. He's curled up in bed with his best friend and they're watching porn together. That is a thing that is happening. To Yuuri Katsuki. Right now. He can tell he's gone a little tense, wide-eyed, but there's entirely too much happening in his brain to even try to worry about what his reactions might look like.

Despite that, and despite still kind of feeling pre-embarrassed about watching someone else have sex (a big part of the reason he doesn't get into much porn on his own) he has to admit that the kissing thing is... pretty hot. They've done a good job of catching the sound of them kissing, like Phichit had said and even though there's a part of his mind that's objectively aware that he's pretty sure kissing doesn't normally really work like that, watching and listening to their tongues moving against one another is surprisingly arousing.

He's still a little too tense to make noise, but there's definitely a sharply drawn breath.

He pointedly tries not to look over at Yuuri, the tension already thick enough between them that he doesn't want to add pressure. But he still wants to soothe Yuuri, especially after that beautiful hitch in his breath. Phichit places his hand on Yuuri's thigh and rubs his thumb back and forth, just a tiny motion that he hopes Yuuri finds reassuring, if not more.

As for himself, Phichit really loves the wet noises in this film, the eager moans and the way fingers tug at short hair. His cock is already staring to react, thickening between his legs. His breath is a little shudder when one of the boys onscreen moans as his nipple is pinched.

Yuuri jumps a little to the hand on his thigh, but then breathes out a little breath of a laugh about it, about how jumpy he clearly is, and he does actually relax minutely after that. He's still tense, though. But he doesn't look away or say that it's not working or anything. He's just not wholly good at new things while they're new.

This is very, very new.

One of the boys on screen slides his hand down the front of the other one's pants and that's pretty hot, but it's the way the other one lifts his hips into it and moans that draws the next shuddery little gasp out of Yuuri. He's always been sort of dimly aware that he fixates on unusual things to find sexy, maybe because he doesn't watch much actual porn, but it's really the way the one boy's spine arches that gets under his skin, something beautiful and eager about the way he's moving, something Yuuri can imitate physically but has never had a need to.

"We should make a video," he says, suddenly, impulsively, like most of his bolder decisions. Getting him to actually go through with that is probably going to be difficult, but so was the entire process of getting him to be friends in the first place, much less sleep with him, so Phichit can probably manage, now that Yuuri's put it out there.

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