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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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Yuuri doesn't have as firm of a grasp of American slang as Phichit does, so even though he knows what the words Phichit says are, it takes him a moment to figure out what he means and then he flushes, buries his head in the cushions for a moment.

He feels a little bad about having him make dinner, but it feels so good to just get to lay on the sofa with the ice pack on the bruise. The pain's already going from sharper to just sore and he knows he's going to be fine by the morning, but the soreness right now just makes him feel kind of sleepy, a bit drifting.

He kind of wonders if this is sort of what having a boyfriend is like. It's mostly an idle speculation-- he doesn't even know if that's something he's interested in, much less Phichit. Their lifestyle while training allows for it, but once the competition season starts, it's a lot more difficult. In some ways, it's maybe even more difficult for Phichit than Yuuri-- certainly Yuuri's got a big season ahead of him, so big that he can't even wrap his head around it, but that probably means he'll end up at less of the smaller competitions, which Phichit is likely to go to. There's a lot of travel and--

... And he's seriously lying here thinking about boyfriend logistics instead of just enjoying laying here for a minute while Phichit makes dinner. He actually manages to stop the train this time and just settles deeper into the couch.

Yuuri gets quiet when Phichit is in the next "room", even though he's still within sight and hearing range. He wonders what's on his friend's mind that's making him squirm around the way he is, or if it's just from the pain.

He sets a pot of water to boil on the stove for the noodles, then starts working on the vegetables that will go into the spicy stir fry it'll end up being. As he peels and chops, he starts humming one of the songs from The King and the Skater soundtrack.

He also doesn't realize that he's watching Phichit a bit intensely during that whole thought process, or that he's blushing by the end of it. Not that either thing is likely immediately obvious, since Phichit's hard at work, but still. A small smile curls his lips at Phichit humming something from The King and the Skater. Yuuri's no judge of musical talent, but Phichit's good enough that it's recognizable at least.

The little smile stays on his mouth as he slides into dozing lightly. He knows he should keep Phichit company, but he's on the heels of both an intense practice and an intense orgasm and the sofa feels so nice...

When one song ends, Phichit moves on to the next. He peeks over his shoulder at Yuuri as he's pouring a little oil into the bottom of the pan. His breath hitches and he smiles as he sees his friend dozing adorably on the couch. Yuuri looks so small and cute when he curls up on himself in sleep.

As quietly as he can, Phichit goes over to the couch to pull Yuuri's glasses off his face, since they're digging into his skin. He knows it'll probably rouse him, so he's ready with the gentle shushing and comfort.

Yuuri's eyes do blink open, but it's even odds on whether he actually sees Phichit, or if he's still asleep. His own hand reaches up and curls around Phichit's for a moment, dragging him in just a little to press a kiss on the side of his hand. It's thoughtless and sweet and open enough that it's even more likely that he's not really awake.

A moment later he shifts a little bit and curls back into the sofa, eyes closing again.

Phichit is so taken aback by the sweetness of Yuuri's sudden, mindless gesture that he has to clap a hand over his mouth to keep from squealing out loud. His boyfriend-ish person is so, so freaking cute!!

Phichit folds Yuuri's glasses and places them down on the coffee table, then gets a small throw blanket and tosses it over his body. He kisses Yuuri's forehead, then creeps back to the kitchen much more quietly to finish dinner.

Yuuri stirs a little bit to the blanket, but just cuddles in again a moment later, and he doesn't fully wake up until dinner's finished and Phichit wakes him for it. He's completely adorable rubbing at his eyes and fumbling for his glasses, but it's the smile when everything comes back into focus and he sees Phichit with the food that's probably the cutest. He scoots over a little on the sofa,

"Here, I think there's room if you sit on the non-icepack side," the pack is mostly cool now rather than cold, but it's still comfortable on the bruised skin, so he doesn't really want to move it just yet. It's pretty clear that the invitation is to cuddle up into his other side, though. They don't usually eat on the sofa, but he doesn't want to sit in the chair right now.

Yuuri also isn't normally so inviting of touch, but he seems to be in a rare mood today, and it's likely best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The noodles and vegetables are steaming and drizzled with a salty-spicy sauce when Phichit turns the burner off ands turns to his roommate. He gets a soft smile on his face when he looks at a dozing Yuuri, simultaneously excited to watch him wake up and reluctant to actually wake him. But he needs to eat, and maybe take some painkillers, so Phichit dishes up two plates and then brings them to the little table.

Yuuri wakes up easily and in adorable installments, until he's sitting up and patting the space beside him. Phichit readily takes the seat and pushes Yuuri's plate towards him.

"Eat, eat" he chirps. "I think this is my best cooking yet."

He sits so their shoulders are touching and grins.

He grins and bumps his shoulder a little against Phichit's when they settle. He'll probably be embarrassed about how he's acted today later, but right now, he continues that weird stage he's been in all day where all of this seems perfectly normal. He digs into the noodle and makes a delightedly surprised noise at the first bite,

"Oh wow, these are really good! I mean, everything you cook is good, but these are great!" he grins in the teasing way, "Are you sure you want me to eat these? I might make you cook everything all the time."

Phichit loves this ease on Yuuri, the way he readily shares his body space and touches Phichit. He settles into the couch and gives a tiny laugh, watching with anticipation as Yuuri tastes his food.

"You like it?" He chirps, then takes a bite of his own food. "Oh wow, this is really edible! I found the recipe online and made some changes, that's all. I like cooking."

"I think it's better than edible, Phichit. This is fantastic!" he has another bite and his stomach growls again. He laughs, "I'm trying, I'm trying."

It's maybe a little harder to eat on the sofa, but it's hopefully worth it for how cuddled together they can stay. Yuuri's going to make short work of the food anyway, though he's trying to eat more slowly and savor it.

The compliment warms Phichit's heart, along with the spice of the dish, but nothing tops watching Yuuri try to inhale his plate. He laughs and gently nudges him.

"Yuuri, the food isn't going to escape. Don't give yourself heart burn!" He smiles. "I can make this for you everyday, it wasn't that hard to do. You really likes it this much?"

"Sorry, sorry," he ducks his head, "I'm more hungry than normal after practice," there's that sly look again, "I wonder why, hm?" the tone clearly says he doesn't mind one bit, though. He does slow down a little bit, though.

"It really is good," he confirms. "Most of your cooking is, honestly, though, so I'm not really surprised." Then again, Yuuri is also not a picky eater, really. He definitely has foods he gravitates towards, but with a few exceptions food is just kind of food. They can't eat most of the things he really likes during skating season anyway. But this is delicious.

"Oooh, I wonder why," he replies with a giggle. "I guess it's good I made extra food, because you're insatiable in more ways than one!"

He nudged Yuuri and poked his thigh playfully. "You're so nice about my cooking. I'm just trying to copy what I saw my mom doing, plus I watch videos on YouTube. Maybe we could watch some videos together tonight?"

"Maybe a little," he admits, blushing high on his cheeks, and he's got to be comfortable to say something like that. There's little glimpses like that, under the surface of him being shy, days like today, that point to insatiable being a good word for it, if he can ever get out of his head enough to pursue something like that. In a way, though, it's not surprising-- that's pretty much everything with Yuuri.

And so is the confused look he gives Phichit a moment later. He can hear the italics, knows Phichit's talking about something other than cooking videos, but his mind just doesn't make the leap to whatever Phichit is talking about,

"Videos?"

Phichit nods, and then leans in to whisper. "Adult videos, Yuuri. Some couples watch porn together. It might make things more fun?" He breathes a little shyly, waiting to see how Yuuri will react.

Yuuri's eyes go wide and he flusters a little, sitting back in shock, but he doesn't immediately refuse, which is pretty shocking even on top of everything else,

"You... want to watch porn with me?" he sounds maybe a little incredulous, but it's not necessarily in a negative way, just a Yuuri way, the way he deals with anything new. He looks a little bewildered, "I... think it's going to be way more awkward than sexy but... okay. If you want to. So long as it's okay for me to tell you if it makes me too embarrassed, or you're not going to be disappointed..." look at him, negotiating boundaries like he has any idea what he's doing.

Truth be told, it doesn't really sound all that hot to him, but neither would Phichit telling him he was going to not wear underwear for a day, either. There's a lot that doesn't sound fun that is, so he's willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, here.

Phichit is patient as Yuuri digests the thought, a little anxious to see his reaction. He smiles encouragingly when Yuuri seems open to it.

"It probably will be awkward at first, but when we find the right video I bet you'll get super turned on. I can already imagine it," he confesses. Then he takes Yuuri's hand and squeezes it. "But if you don't like it, of course I'm not gonna get disappointed, Yuuri! This is just a fun thing to try out. If either of us doesn't like it, then of course we'll stop. I promise."

"...Okay, then." He's still not super thrilled about the idea, already kind of weird and nervous about it. But as they're both learning, that's really just his reaction to anything new. But once he gets the hang of something, he can be really, surprisingly open and into it. There's no reason to expect this to be any different.

"What... um. What were you thinking about watching?"

He licks some sauce off of his lip and hums. "Well, I was thinking of finding a video of some cute twinks messing around. Nothing with any extreme kinks, or anything, but like, touching each other... getting handsy and breathless... maybe doing a little more...."

He's blushing just thinking about it, mostly about Yuuri getting flushed as his gaze darts to the screen with every noise the actors make, while Phichit jerks him off and touches his nipples.

Amusingly, it's really Phichit's reaction to the whole thing that has Yuuri flushing and a little excited about this. He's not really sure how he's going to react, himself, to it. But seeing how excited Phichit is has him thinking about what kind of things he's probably going to want to do while they watch.

"Okay. That sounds... interesting," he's very much aware that's far from the sexiest thing he's ever said, but he's into it, he promises.

Phichit is well-versed in Yuuri talk, so he knows the difference between agreeing just to be polite and agreeing out of curiosity; this, he's pretty sure, is the latter. He shovels another bite of food into his mouth to suppress some of his eager smile.

"Yay! What kind of stuff do you usually watch?"

"Oh! ... um..." Yuuri flushes a far brighter red than his answer indicates he ought to be, "I... actually I don't usually watch much porn. I mean, sometimes? But not really enough to have a... thing I normally watch, I guess?" Wow, he is way embarrassed about that.

(The truth is, there aren't very many porn stars who look like Viktor. The truth is, he's found the videos a long time ago where it's easy to see the tension in Viktor's thighs going into a jump, the ones where he's making bedroom eyes at the camera in interviews and talking in Russian. The truth is, he has the links all saved in the same bookmarks folder, videos queued to exactly the right timestamps.)

Phichit can totally be okay with Yuuri not being one for porn, except that he's acting super guilty in a way that doesn't match what he's saying.

"Hmm... if you don't usually watch porn, then what do you usually do when you need to get off? Do you listen to stuff? Use nudie mags? Have really thorough fantasies?

He's a little breathless just thinking about these things, what Yuuri might get up to alone in bed.

Yuuri squirms, uncomfortable, but Phichit knows him well enough to know it's the uncomfortable he gets when he's going to do or say something he's embarrassed about, not the kind he gets when he wants out of a situation. He's still going along with everything, just in a very Yuuri way.

"Uh... fantasies mostly, I guess?" even here, his walls are covered in Victor posters, it's not a difficult guess what he's thinking about, but he does make it a little easier, "And uh... videos. Just not porn, usually."

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