Phichit knew this wasn't right.
Even with the fuzziness of being half drunk he knew this wasn't meant to be like this. Somewhere in the room a phone was buzzing repeatedly. But he chose to ignore it.
He was busy gazing almost in wonder at the man under him panting slightly, his muscles tense, lips swollen and pink. His pretty brown eyes glazed over with lust and focusing on him, glasses long forgotten somewhere, clothes half strung across the floor of the hotel room.
This was his best friend Yuuri, drunk out of his mind after a fight with his precious Victor, and laying splayed out on the bed making lewd sounds and occasionally brushing his fingers down the Thai skaters back and squeezing his butt. Shit.
It had began innocently enough, Phichit was returning from shopping for snacks when he ran into his best friend sobbing in the middle of the hallway. He of course couldn't have left him there so he brought him back to his room to calm him down and hear what had him so upset.
After gathering what he could between Yuuris broken sniffles he ordered some alcohol from room service to try to lighten the mood.
As they drank Yuuri calmed down quite a bit and they chatted and shared snacks like they used to in collage.
Phichit didn't think much of it when Yuuri had started losing clothing and became a bit flirty. Phichit was well aware that Yuuri could be flirty when drunk but what he wasn't expecting was for Yuuri to pull him down on top of him and kiss him on the lips.
Phichit ran his hands down Yuuris chest appreciating the shutter that it earned him. Phichit had always thought Yuuri was beautiful, not only his body, but his kind personality. The man had gone as far to learn Thai to make Phichit feel more at ease back in Detroit.
Phichit was brought out of his musing by a soft voice
"Phi-chi-t ~"
Yuuri called drawing out every syllable in his name slowly as if savoring the way it rolled off his tongue.
The Thai man was a little ashamed at how much just this turned him on.
Yuuri whined and leaned up kissing Phichits neck and giving him chills.
"Phi-chi" Yuuri hummed softly
The phone buzzed again
"Phi-chi-t please?"
"Yuuri." Said softly wrapping his arms around his friend " are you sure that you want to do this..?"
He paused for a moment
"What about Victor?"
Phichit looked deeply into Yuuri's eyes watching the sour look crossing the mans face.
"What about victor."
Yuuri stated flatly sadness and a hint of anger crossing his features. Phichit felt his heart clench. He hated seeing his friend upset.
Yuuri clenched his fist against Phichits shoulder taking a deep breath before continuing
"Victor has Chris, and Yurio and who knows who else."
He practically growled out tears filling his eyes.
Yuuri pulled Phichit closer kissing the mans tan lips softly and leaning their foreheads together before whispering
"You've always been their for me.. I.. you would never hurt me.. Phichit.. it never should have been victor.."
Phichits head was swimming from the alcohol and Yuuris words
" .. I don't wanna love him.. I wanna love you."
That triggered something in the Thai skater. He pushed Yuuri back on the bed kissing him hard and began grinding their hips together. Phichit nipped impatiently at Yuuris bottom lip causing him to groan and open his mouth.
He wasted no time tangling their tongues together, exploring every inch of his mouth greedily.
Yuuri somehow stripped him of his clothes without breaking the kiss leaving them both in just underwear. Phichit felt Yuuris fingers slide across the waist band of his boxers ready to tug them down
Phichit pulled back gasping "w-wait!"
He fumbled next to the bed for a moment before grabbing something while Yuuri stared at him eyes wide in surprise.
Click.
Yuuri relaxed and giggled realizing what Phichit was doing
Click
Click
Phichit threw up a peace sign at his phone
And took a few more selfies with Yuuri before putting it down again and giving him a winning smile.
Yuuri tried as hard as he could to hold it in but failed miserably and burst into full on laughter. Phichit fell into a fit of giggles as well and ended up snorting which only made them laugh harder, it was cut short when Phichit kissed him again, a lot softer than before.
"I want you to remember this in the morning" he murmered against Yuuris lips
" I love you" he whispered almost too softly to be heard.
They fell into a steady passionate kiss hands roaming over each other's bodies half lazily. Yuuri kissed his way down Phichits chest tracing patterns all over his glowing skin. The Japanese skater carefully snagged the band of his boxers between his teeth and pulled them down slowly
Click
Yuuri blinked giggled again as he pulled them the rest of the way down, wondering somewhere in the back of his mind if Phichit ever did anything without taking 500 pictures.
Phichit flashed him a cheeky grin
Yuuri rolled his eyes and wrapped his lips around Phichits erection, licking off the beads of Precum and bobbing his head up and down to a steady rhythm occasionally dragging his tongue across the bottom of the shaft. Phichit moaned wantonly at the attention loving every moment of it.
He leaned back against the headboard and enjoyed it for a while before he grabbed Yuuris shoulder causing him to look up and lock eyes with him, still carelessly suckling on the head of his cock. Phichit pushed him back gently making him release the head with an audible
Pop
He wanted to return the favor. So he began to kissed from Yuuris neck down to his stomach, dipping his tongue into his belly button.
Yuuri squeaked and jerked upwards
Phichit it as a chance and ducked his head down taking Yuuris cock in his mouth and bobbing unsteadily until it hit the back of his throat.
The Japanese skater choked out a loud moan which was muffled when Phichit stuck three fingers into his mouth. Yuuri sucked on them making sure to coat each one of the pads of his fingers generously with saliva.
Still keeping up steady rhythm on Yuuris cock Phichit probed one of the fingers around Yuuris entrance carefully pushing it inside of him. Yuuri bit his lip as another of Phichits fingers slid inside of of him skillfully scissoring and stretching him a bit further Phichit hummed in victory as the third finger brushed up against Yuuris sweet spot almost immediately eliciting a gasping moan from him. Phichit came up and kissed Yuuri firmly brushing the spot again.
"Are you ready Yuuri?" Phichit whispered in Japanese his voice husky and low.
" I'm ready Phichit. Please.." Yuuri replied in Thai
"fuck me"
The last two words he spoke in English unsure how to translate them on the spot.
It came acrossed loud and clear.
Phichit swiftly pushed into him, angling just right so that he could make his friend see stars.
Once he could see that Yuuri was comfortable he set a quick pace digging his fingers into Yuuris thighs.
It almost felt like a dream. They fit perfectly together and were in sync from the beginning despite never having done this before. Yuuri seemed to know just the sounds to make, just the way to move to drive Phichit crazy.
Click
They were both panting and moaning, Yuuris fingers were tangled in the sheets holding them in a vice grip as Phichit pounded into him mercilessly. Yuuri was feeling dizzy with pleasure, Phichit was biting his lip trying to contain himself
Buzz buzz buzzzzzz
The phone (which had to have been Yuuris because Phichits was laying by Yuuris head ready for quick access in case he needed to snap another picture) was buzzing again on the floor.
He didn't get to think too hard on who the hell was calling so much. Because suddenly Yuuri clenched down around him groaning as his seed splattered on their stomachs and the sudden tightness drove Phichit over the edge and he released deep inside Yuuri with a pleased sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh.
He pulled out and curled him self around Yuuri who reached out for him pulling thin into snuggles. They drifted off to sleep in each other's arms peacefully unaware.
Victor was panicked
He hadn't see Yuuri in hours.
He shouldn't have shouted at him
He shouldn't have said those things.
He paced back and forth dialing Yuuris number again. And again
Hoping against all odds that he would pick up.
But he didn't
Victor clenched his fists feeling powerless. He had already check the rink.. their room and search around the tourist attractions.
He had really messed up this time.
Victor sank to the floor and buried his face in his hands. All he could think of was the look of pure devastation on Yuuris face when he shouted at him.
" Yurio would try harder that you to win the gold, maybe I should train him? Or Chris? So many people would be pleased to have me as their coach! So you must try harder Yuuri!"
He had only been trying to push the emotional skater. Push him to victory. He knew Yuuris feeling for him and honestly felt the same way, but he wanted to see him win!
Yuuri had backed away from him.
"Maybe.. you.. SHOULD THEN!"
He yelled back his voice cracking. He
turned tail and bolted away so fast victor couldn't have caught up even if he hadn't been rooted in place with shock.
Victor held his hand over his heart hoping that Yuuri wasn't hurt somewhere
This was a request I did for my Tumblr :)
I'll edit this to read better later but I'm more conserved about due thing the story first so I don't lose it! Please forgive spelling and grammar~ tell me what you think!
end pairing should be phichuu or victuuri?
