phichitchu | [closed for emberossing] Out There

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?"

Edited 2017-07-09 18:51 (UTC)

"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."

He's still figuring it out-- how to talk like that. A lot of it is really just repeating things Phichit is saying, but in a slightly different way. But he's not worried Phichit is going to laugh at him about it or anything, which frees him up a little more and there's something just... a little silly about this entire thing that helps even more. It's silly but also hot and the combination works wonders on making him feel less self-conscious.

"Your dream, huh?" he slides his hand up out of the back of Phichit's pants, but it's just to slide it back down, squeeze lower on his ass, on the outside of his pants, so he can feel the lack of underwear more, "Is that why you decided to flaunt yourself at me all practice today?" he's not sure if that's exactly the word he wants, but it's close enough. "You're lucky everyone thinks we're both good boys or we could have been in trouble," it's almost chiding, but the way he's grabbing at Phichit's ass definitely says he's teasing, if the grin didn't already.

He squeaks playfully, but also out of genuine surprise when Yuuri pretty much pinches his butt. His hand finds some warm skin where Yuuri's shirt and pants meet.

"Yeah, that's exactly why. Like that Swiss guy Christophe says, if you've got it, flaunt it." He swings his hips to move his butt back and forth under Yuuri's touch. "And you wanna take it, right Yuuri? Wanna play with my naked butt?"

He's whispering, and it really shouldn't be sexy because of the word choice if nothing else, but Phichit pitches his voice low and it helps.

"I want to do a lot more than that," he counters, which is hopefully at least a little better. Injury or not, he's still crowding Phichit up against a locker as soon as they actually make it down the stairs and the kiss that follows isn't quite outright lewd, but it's definitely heated.

"Is this what you were hoping for?" he teases, between the first kiss and a second.

"Yes," Phichit agrees readily and breathlessly, diving in for another kiss once the word is out of his mouth. He is careful about where he places his hand on Yuuri's hip so he doesn't touch the tender spot, but is reckless in the rest of his touches. He kisses like he's savoring Yuuri, not slow but deep and matching his lover's heat.

"I like it when you get turned on," he confesses. "You always get so glowy."

"Glowy?" he asks with a grin, a bit puzzled, but he's not wasting any time getting his hands back down the back of Phichit's pants, pulling him up against him, squeezing his ass and just generally getting his hands all over everything he's been thinking about all practice.

It's probably a little strange, to watch how quickly he seems to be ramping up, how far gone he already is, when usually Phichit has to work a little longer to get him to be this kind of bold. But there's almost no chance anyone is going to walk in on them here, at least not for a while, since the rink isn't currently open to the public and they're the only men who need it-- Celestino rarely comes down here unless there's something very wrong.

Phichit makes a soft noise of surprise, because it is a little novel to have so much eager Yuuri all over him, but he isn't going to complain about it either; it's nothing less than a dream come true.

His hands slide up Yuuri's toned body, until he can dig his fingers in Yuuri's thick black hair and massage his scalp. He chuckles and takes another kiss.

"Yeah, glowy. Your cheeks get warm and red and your eyes sort of sparkle... it makes me get excited."

Not that Phichit has to add that last part; Yuuri's hands in his pants might mean he's already realized that Phichit is half-hard.

Yuuri flushes deeper to that, which doesn't help in the looking glowy any,

"I... do not..." but it's weak. It's easy to see he definitely does get Phichit excited, whatever the reason, even his brain can't deny that. And it's hard to get too nervous, with someone who is so openly enthusiastic about you exploring your sexuality all over them.

He hasn't tried to really touch Phichit under his pants other than on the butt, but he's pulling him up into his hip so him being half-hard isn't a secret. It's not a secret Yuuri is either, maybe more than should be possible for a painful walk down some stairs and a few kisses against a locker? He seems like maybe he's been hard for a while, actually. He might be all blushy and glowy, but he's almost lifting Phichit by his ass the way he's got him braced on the lockers, and the next kiss starts a little embarrassed and sweet, but doesn't stay that way for more than a moment before it turns filthy.

Phichit is delighted by Yuuri's endearing embarrassment at the compliment, and is even more delighted at getting a sweet kiss from him, but that quickly heats up when Yuuri pushes him a little more and kisses him deeper. He moans in response to the increased aggression, and clenches his fists in Yuuri's hair, though careful not to pull.

He slips his tongue into the hungry kiss and grinds his front to Yuuri's.

Everything goes pretty off the rails pretty quickly. Phichit's always this perfect combination of sweet and hot that Yuuri doesn't seem to have any defense for, not that he wants to defend against it. It pries up the walls anxiety puts in his way, until he's just reactions, without having to worry about them. He loves it.

He lets himself fall into more than usual, today. There's something about Phichit flaunting himself around like that (even if no one else knew it but Yuuri) that just pushes all of the right buttons all at once, makes him feel more bold. Bold enough to kiss a little more aggressively than normal down Phichit's neck, judging the reaction to that as he goes.

"Did you bring a change of clothes to shower here?" they usually at least bring things to shower at the rink, though if there's nothing else to do with the day, they'll often just head back home. It seems like a weird question to ask, except there's just a little bit more of a purr to shower, like he's hoping that it makes sense to take one here, like this.

Breathlessly, Phichit giggles a bit and nods his head, tilting it back to give Yuuri more room for kisses. "Y-yeah I did," he gasps softly, melting under Yuuri's aggressive, perfect touch. "I've got everything we need," he adds meaningfully, fingers caressing down Yuuri's neck to his shoulders.

"You look so good like this. I should take more pictures someday. Soon."

Yuuri's usually more cautious, and even now, he's at least made sure that he's lower down on Phichit's neck, but he's definitely working a bruise into it with his mouth. There's a little shudder, almost delicate, at his comment about having everything they need and Yuuri can't help but murmur against his skin, warmly,

"You really did go all out in planning this, didn't you? Just to get me like this?" It's not that it's a big secret at this point that Phichit really seems to like riling him up. It's almost a game.

He doesn't say anything about the pictures, but that also means he doesn't refuse, either, and he's pulling Phichit out of his shirt a moment later, his own following, before he's got to kiss him some more.

"I like you like this," Phichit explains simply, squirming a little at the hickey Yuuri's marking at his collar. "You're so pretty, Yuuri."

Pretty, and so, so hot, especially when he's wrenching their shirts off with reckless abandon. Phichit shivers a little at the exposure, his dusty rose nipples hardening almost immediately to pebbled nubs. He gazes dreamily at Yuuri's bare chest and traces his pectoral muscle.

"Too bad we can't go all the way during training season..."

"Pretty..." he echoes, and it sounds dubious, but he doesn't outright stop to argue, which is progress. At the very least, he can admit that it's clear that Phichit likes him like this, even if he can't quite see himself in the same light.

And then there's a lot of skin to explore and that's better anyway, particularly when he can shift to one side just a little and slide his hand down the front of Phichit's workout pants, fingers winding loosely around his cock. Yuuri has kind of a thing, Phichit's likely noticed, for doing things underneath clothes. There's something weirdly more intimate about it, for him-- not that there's anything wrong with stripping the rest of the way down and not that he's not aiming to have them in the shower soon-- but he definitely doesn't try getting them out of anything other than their shirts to start with.

"I want to, though," he says, suddenly, which is the first time he's actually ever expressed that desire, "When we can."

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