phichitchu | [closed for emberossing] Out There

Phichit is grateful when Yuuri picks up the pace a little more, and they live close enough to the rink to get there before his un-held fingers are too frostbitten. Once he gets inside, Phichit sighs in relief as warmth spreads through him, and he gives Yuuri his hand back so they can head down the narrow staircase to the men's locker room one at a time.

It's empty when they get there, and Phichit goes on auto to their favorite corner, and slides the bags off his shoulders. He sets Yuuri's down on the bench a little away from his, so they both have space to move around, and starts shedding his outer layers and stuffing them in his locker. He's already wearing the gym pants he's going to skate in, and he's not sure he wants to invent an excuse to give Yuuri an overwhelming, early morning eyeful while he's still half asleep, so Phichit decides to save that for later and just get everything put away mostly-neatly.

"Do you need help?"

He's stashing all of his own outerwear in the locker, mechanically, but he does look at least a little more awake by the time he's down to his usual training clothes.

"No, I'm good, thanks," he grins a little more brightly at Phichit, grabbing his skates. It's always like this. He hates mornings, but he loves the ice, so there's always a cute change between when he's tired and excited and it's usually right around here.

Phichit grins in response to the cute smile Yuuri has as he picks up his skates, and bounds over to his side to kiss him briefly before Yuuri leaves the locker room and he misses his chance. Celestino and the other coaches and skaters don't exactly know about what they get up to, and Phichit knows they'd be facing an annoying amount of meddling if anyone found out.

"Let's go! Today is going to be the day that I nail every triple loop!" He declared. "And Yuuri will give me a prize if I do!"

Yuuri's kisses are always sweet in the mornings, and this one is warm even though it's brief. He blushes and ducks his head afterwards, but it's with pleasure, not embarrassment.

He doesn't really so much care about keeping things a secret so much as he just doesn't think about displaying affection in public beyond the just-this-side-of-platonic way he lets Phichit touch him but will kind of flinch away from other people. He also lets Celestino touch him, after all, and that's definitely just platonic, and Celestino is really the only person's opinion he cares about. It makes it easier, obviously, but if Phichit just kissed him in the middle of the rink, the reason he'd be uncomfortable would have nothing to do with everyone knowing.

He's up off the bench and following him with a nod and then a laugh,

"What kind of prize would you want?" it's not meant to be a sexy question, but he does that think where his voice is so affectionate that it kind of sounds like it a little.

Phichit giggles and reaches for Yuuri's hand.

"I have an idea~ Actually, more than an idea, it's a surprise. Do you want a hint?" He wonders, waiting by the door.

"Oh? A surprise?" he really should know better. Phichit's usually the one with surprises that are frankly a lot dirtier than what Yuuri would think to come up with.

But then, he usually ends up enjoying them, and he's gotten a lot more comfortable with that enjoyment-- slowly, but the progress is clearly there. So the grin he throws back is maybe actually a little suggestive, even if it's still more curious than sexy,

"What's the hint?"

With his hand around Yuuri's wrist, he guides his hand down to the waistband of his pants, and pushes Yuuri's fingers to skim down enough to give him the hint that he's not wearing any underwear, without making him touch any particularly private places. He gives Yuuri his hand back with a wink.

"Maybe that knowledge will keep you warm on the ice!"

It takes him a moment to sort out that he's being shown something instead of just being pressed to tease Phichit some-- though he proves perfectly willing to do so, maybe even sliding his fingers a tiny bit more into the realm of deliberately sexual-- and then takes another moment to sort through what it is, exactly, that he's being shown. And then his eyes widen and his cheeks flush hot.

"Phichit!" It's technically an admonishment, but he sounds more shocked than anything. And Phichit knows the difference now between the way Yuuri flushes when he's embarrassed and they way he flushes when he's turned on, and this is definitely the latter.

The offended cry of his name sends Phichit into giggles, and wiggles his hips as he starts up the staircase.

"Life is much more fun when you're living on the edge, Yuuri. And the edge is way more fun when you're there with me!" He explains, turning around to face his friend and delight in his blush. "No one else knows, let's keep it that way, yeah?"

Yuuri just stares at him with his mouth open for a second, and Phichit might be delighted to see him have to very deliberately raise his eyes when Phichit turns around-- though whether he was checking out Phichit's ass or just still staring at it shocked isn't immediately clear.

"Yeah... yeah okay," he's still dazed, but then he kind of snaps out of a moment later, starting up the stairs, himself, after him. "I'm definitely invested in your success now," he can't be that flippant with many people, but Phichit is one of them.

"Why? Are you scared I'll freeze my cute butt off if I fall today?" He jokes, turning to wait for Yuuri when he reaches the top of the stairs. "I mean, that would be terrible, but then you'd get to warm it back up, wouldn't you?"

"You said it was a hint to a prize," he manages, because words are difficult at the moment. He's both climbing stairs and trying not to think about how his roommate is very naked under his pants that he's at butt-eye-level to. "If you made all your triples." He manages to keep his tone more or less even, but he's maybe breathing a little heavier than normal for those stairs.

He's still flushed bright red, but Phichit teasing him isn't anything new.

"Oh yeah... hm. But it wouldn't be fair if I withheld the prize from you, either, just because of my mistakes... Maybe I'll have to come up with two prizes, a Phichit prize and a Yuuri prize! Or maybe you can pick the Yuuri prize? The prize you'll get if you do well today and meet your personal goal!"

He says this very seriously, obviously thinking about the situation.

Yuuri nearly goes cross-eyed,

"I don't know, that might be too much thinking for me this early in the morning," it's teasing, but it's also not. He has no idea what he would want to ask for. He can still be weirdly innocent when he's not in the middle of things. This is the first time Phichit's seen him kind of... in the middle, between what he's like everywhere else and what he's like in bed-- a little breathless and a bit shy but definitely going along with this.

Phichit squeezes Yuuri's hand. "You have all day to think about it, okay? But don't get distracted! You don't get anything if you don't do really well in practice."

He gives Yuuri an exceedingly gentle kiss, aiming to help with the anxious whirring in his mind. "You okay? Ready to go?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready," he lets Phichit pull him along again, barely seems to register the kiss beyond a bit of a deeper flush for a moment.

He is absolutely distracted at practice and, weirdly, it seems to help?

Maybe it wouldn't have, just a few weeks ago. Usually, Yuuri can't be thinking about anything else out there for him to have a good day-- he's too easily broken down. But he's been so nervous about prepping for the GPF that he's been too stiff, too easily taken down by a bad jump or two, right when he's trying to learn a new routine. It's been ridiculously difficult for him to learn anything or shake anything off.

Today, he's just distracted by hormones, to the point where he can't think about the GPF at all and while it's still a bit hell on his jumps, he's getting up faster, being a lot more relaxed about things, laughing another fall off instead of looking like he's going to start having trouble breathing.

Phichit isn't in training for the Grand Prix Final, not having done very well in qualifying events, but there are still the Four Continents and Worlds just past the GPF on the horizon, so he still has to put in the effort, too. He wants to be dazzling, worthy of the country he skates in the name of, to prove that figure skating isn't just for Americans and Europeans and East Asians, but that even a boy from the tropics can be a Champion.

He also wants to be worthy of Yuuri, though that is a secret desire he keeps hidden close to his chest. Worthy of his friendship, his attention, his affection... worthy of being his lover, his equal. It helps that Yuuri loves fooling around with him, absolutely. But he wants more than that.

So while they're on the ice, he's 85% young skating professional, and only 15% flirt. But that 15% definitely calls out to Yuuri, praising his incredible, easy skating with winks, supportive cries, and even a wolf whistle or two. He's so proud of Yuuri, laughing and really enjoying himself on the ice. And if this is really thanks to him, then... Phichit delights at the thought.

Any idiot watching the two of them today can tell that something's up, but while it reads as an inside joke to even the most casual observer, it really looks like it's just something Phichit teased Yuuri about, since he's always been pretty easy to fluster. It leads to a possibly awkward conversation with Celestino, where, when he gives notes at one point, he also adds a I don't know what you were telling Yuuri when you came out of the locker rooms today, but keep telling it to him to the end.

Yuuri does take a worse than normal fall right towards the end of practice, which isn't enough to really injure him but is enough to bruise and need a little ice so that he can be back in top form tomorrow, so he's sitting on the sidelines for the last hour or so of practice, just watching. He tries to watch some of the other skaters, just to not be so obvious, but his eyes keep being drawn back to Phichit.

Phichit has to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from bursting out laughing at Celestino giving his unwitting approval to his decision to go commando, and his encouragement for more of the same. But his being underdressed has done more than give Yuuri a reason to be relaxed and playful; it's given Phichit a serious incentive to fall on his ass a lot less.

So, even though Yuuri takes a fall and Phichit wants to call it a day and take him home, or just out of sight enough to take care of him, he doesn't have a reason to cut his own practice short and keeps to the ice for the last prescribed hour, fully aware of the extra pair of eyes on him and determined to bring his all in showmanship. He runs through both his planned short program and free skate routines, harassing Celestino about changes he wants to make in places where the footwork doesn't flow as easily as he thinks it could, and debating him over the placement of his jumps for maximum points. After a few changes in his free skate program are agreed upon, Celestino dismisses him for the day, and Phichit heads to Yuuri's side and plops onto the bleachers, sweaty and sore but still grinning.

"How does your hip feel? Still bruised?"

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"It's not too bad. I'll probably take a hot bath tonight but it should be fine by tomorrow," it's almost distracted sounding. Minor injuries are just kind of a thing you take in stride and he's really more upset by losing an hour of practice on a day when things actually felt like they were working than the pain. "Uh... might have to take it slow down the stairs to the locker rooms though," he adds, and it's oddly apologetic.

Until Phichit notices that Yuuri's kind of got that flushed, heated look to him that usually only happens when Phichit's got him well out past his typical comfort zone. It's safe because no one else knows that look, but Phichit can tell that Yuuri's definitely just spent the entire last hour thinking about what Phichit isn't wearing underneath his practice gear.

Phichit nods, because he is concerned but also knows that Yuuri is going to be okay; bumps and bruises come with the job description. And though Yuuri frequently downplays the pain he feels when he's hurting, this time Phichit is inclined to believe him because his demeanor is so different. A little more raw, uncensored... and Phichit smiles to himself when he connects it to himself and what he showed Yuuri hours prior.

He swiftly changes out of his skates and slips into his sneakers, then reaches for Yuuri's hand with his free one.

"Yeah? Don't worry, we can go as slow as you need to," he answers, purposely speaking low and a little sultry.

"I don't really want to go slow," his voice is pitched quiet enough that no one else could hear them, and it's rare to get him to actually talk in innuendos but he manages that one just fine. Even so, the help to get him moving is needed, not faked so he can get closer, and he limps a few steps before he settles into a pace he can walk with. It's definitely not the worst injury Phichit's seen on him, by far, and the assessment that he'll be better by tomorrow is likely a good one, but hey, maybe a little hands on help wouldn't be too out of place.

For once, Yuuri sort of seems to be inviting the help-- and Celestino probably has another thumbs up for Phichit from across the rink if he sees that he's "managed" to get Yuuri to "let" him help him.

Really, though, Yuuri both does need the help down the stairs, slowly, and also just happens to slip his hand just under the waistband of Phichit's pants now that they're out of sight-- high enough that it could be an accident, but they both know it's not.

Phichit laughs at the innuendo, at the subtle way Yuuri slides his hand just so, at the entire situation, really.

"No one would believe me if I told them you were this dirty," he whispered, speaking against Yuuri's forehead as he kept the weight off of his bruised side. "But you like it so much, don't you? You were so horny you weren't even anxious about skating. Were you thinking about my cock just hanging free?"

He giggles in the otherwise empty hallway, anticipating Yuuri's response eagerly.

Yuuri flushes at that, but whereas when Phichit used to talk like that, it would take his brain completely online, today he seems like he's actually leaning into it a little, maybe a sign of how much he'd been thinking about it.

"Do you like knowing that?" he fires back, but it's playful, heated, his hand slipping a little lower as they go down a stair, "That you get to see that side of me but that everyone would laugh at you if you tried to tell them? Everyone knows I don't think about stuff like that. I definitely wouldn't think about it at practice," and then, in a sudden burst of inspiration, because it's not like anyone else will be coming down there for a while, and if they take a while, everyone would just presume they were stretching or something, "I'd definitely never do anything dirty like that in the locker rooms..."

He's aware there were other questions there, and while he's still not as mouthy as he could be, he does want to let Phichit know exactly what he's been thinking about all practice. But he also wants to see how Phichit reacts to him playing along. He usually doesn't-- not quite like that, but he's been thinking about trying for a while.

Yuuri playing along like this is definitely new; while he's made it obvious before that he loves Phichit's dirty talk, he hasn't always been able to dish it back out, and that's been okay. Now, though, he's more than holding his own and even making Phichit sweat a bit with how seductive he's being.

"This is so unfair," Phichit murmurs jokingly. "Because, you know, it's only been my dream for you to take me in the locker room. But Yuuri's such a good boy, it wouldn't even cross his mind... is what he wants people to think. But you're not the only one with a naughty roommate, are you Yuuri? I think I have a naughty roommate too."

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