Guang Hong ran down the hallway, racing to get to the rink before time was up. Though he wasn't skating today, he'd made a point to himself to be there. He desperately needed to be there. For personal reasons. It was the Cup of China, after all. It wasn't like he wasn't in the area. He had skated at this competition last year, but this year he had gone to Skate America and Skate Canada. He hadn't done particularly well this season, getting fourth at Skate America and placing bronze at Skate Canada. He was thankful that Yuri Plisetsky wasn't competing in any of the same competitions as him. He would have done even worse. Yuri was just too good of a skater.

Guang Hong made it into the rink just as Seung-gil was finishing up. He had made it. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he didn't let himself down. Guang Hong felt a hand ghost on his shoulder. He turned around to see Victor Nikiforov towering above him.

"Victor! What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see my Katsudon perform, of course. I could ask the same of you, though."

Guang Hong averted eye contact. "I was just in the area and wanted to make sure I saw the performances."

"Really? Because you're late. Two people have already completed their short programs."

"I know. The train station was really crowded and I had to wait an extra train."

Victor straightened up and walked away to where Yuuri was standing. He was performing last. Leo, Phichit, Seung-gil, Yuri, and Mickey were all competing at the Cup tonight as well. Guang Hong saw Victor and Yuuri touch foreheads and Guang Hong breathed a sad sigh.

He walked over to where Phichit was standing as Leo took the ice. Unfortunately for Phichit, Leo also took Guang Hong's attention.

Leo began his short program with two jumps almost immediately, and then another combination before the song was up. Leo's hair flowed around him as he danced in stark contrast to his costume hugging his skin.

Guang Hong knew he was staring. But this is what he was here for. He couldn't let this time go to waste. As Leo started into his final spin, Phichit finally got his attention. Guang Hong noticed that Phichit was holding his phone and blushed.

"Got a little crush, I see."

Guang Hong's face went even redder. "Um… no…?" Phichit looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "May… be?" Phichit narrowed his eyes. "Okay fine. Yes."

Leo skated over to the ice, heading to the kiss and cry where his coach was already seated. Guang Hong looked back to Phichit.

"Can you help me?"

"Well… since I already performed, I don't see why not." He smiled. Guang Hong knew Phichit wanted to do this, whether he'd admit to it or not. The pair started towards the kiss and cry where Leo was seated before the announcer's voice came through the loudspeaker.

"The score for Leo de la Iglesia is… 104.67! A new personal best!"

The crowd cheered, and Leo smiled. Guang Hong blushed, even at seeing such an action so small from so far a distance.

"Just so you know," Guang Hong said to Phichit, "I'm holding you to secrecy about this."

Phichit smirked. "Absolutely."

As Leo was about to leave the rink, Phichit yelled his name, and then hid. He turned around to see Guang Hong. Guang Hong waved as he continued walking towards Leo.

"Hi."

"Hey, Guang Hong. What brings you here?"

"I was… uh… in the area."

Leo looked away. "Oh. I'm happy you came."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Follow me! I want to talk to you!"

Guang Hong was pulled through the hallway by Leo, the two eventually ending up in the locker room, where Leo started to take off his skates.

"What is it you wanted to say to me?"

Leo froze and turned to Guang Hong, who was heavily blushing by this point. "I… uh… well."

Realization hit Guang Hong like a truck. He had played the scenario so many times in his head, but never considered the possibility that Leo might try to ask him out first. Why would he? That was a fantasy. But it was really happening.

Leo, still flustered, was grasping for words, but couldn't seem to find them. He blushed, causing Guang Hong's heart to flutter. On a whim, without warning, Guang Hong took Leo's face in his hands and pressed their lips together.

Leo's eyes widened and Guang Hong's squeezed shut, trying to feel Leo with all of his other senses instead. Guang Hong's hands moved from the sides of Leo's face to all around his head, brushing his neck and tousling his hair.

When Guang Hong finally pulled away, Leo looked shocked and euphoric at the same time. "So I take it you feel the same way?"

Guang Hong giggled. "If by 'the same way', you mena extremely attracted to you, then I would agree. So much."

"Come here," Leo said, opening his arms. Guang Hong dove into them, knocking the larger man back so that he was laying on his back on the bench.

"Leo…"

Leo pulled himself back to a sitting position, Guang Hong just inches away from him. Leo now put his hands on Guang Hong's face and pulled him into a kiss, more intense this time. Guang Hong was breathing heavily through his nose as he let his hands roam through Leo's hair. Leo dropped his hands from Guang Hong's face and rubbed his arms. Guang Hong's skin was warm, inviting.

Guang Hong roamed his hands down Leo's body, stopping at the base of his shirt, and lifting it up. Or, trying, at least, as Leo was still wearing a jacket. Guang Hong helped one arm out of the sleeve, then lifted the shirt over Leo's head, then pulled the other sleeve to get the t-shirt off, leaving Leo in an open jacket with no shirt underneath.

Leo tried to do the same to Guang Hong, but couldn't figure it out and was happy enough to take both Guang Hong's jacket and shirt off.

Guang Hong re-locked his lips with Leo and started letting his hands wander over Leo's muscled torso, Leo doing the same. Guang Hong ran his hands along Leo's sides, eventually stopping just above the waistband of his pants, hooking is fingers inside.

"Get a room."

Guang Hong opened his eyes and almost fell of the bench. Leo immediately let go of his shoulders, and Guang Hong did fall on the floor, his eyes right next to the shoes of none other than Seung-gil. Of course. No one else could possibly so deadpan in that situation.

Guang Hong blushed. "Sorry you had to see that. We shouldn't have been… that wasn't supposed to be… uh… that… private… apologies."

Seung-gil stared at Guang Hong, shirtless and on the verge of tears on the ground. "Are you trying to keep this secret or something? Because you seem like you were trying to get caught."

Leo responded, gathering his composure. And his shirt. "Secret, please. At least for now. That… wasn't for your eyes. Sorry. Seung-gil. I'm sorry."

"Fine. I don't talk to the others anyway. Bye."

Seung-gil walked away, leaving Guang Hong to hurriedly get his shirt back on, shivering in the cold. Leo put his shirt back on, too, much to Guang Hong's internal dismay.

"Guang Hong?" Leo extended his hand to Guang Hong, who was now zipping up his jacket. "Would you like to go on a date with me after the Cup of China? We could go back to America."

Guang Hong's eyes opened wide. "I'd love that, Leo. I was thinking of moving to Philadelphia, anyway. I got into the University of Pennsylvania and I've been wanting to go abroad for something other than a competition for a while now. Maybe you could help me move? I wasn't planning on moving until summer, but I can go now." Guang Hong smiled. "If that's okay."

"Guang Hong! That's great! I'd be barely an hour's train ride away from you!"

Leo pulled Guang Hong into a hug. Guang Hong brushed the top of his head on Leo's shoulder. It was comfy. It fit, almost perfectly.

"C'mon. Let's head back to the rink before we have another Seung-gil incident."

A faint voice called out from behind a row of lockers. "I'm still here, you know."

Guang Hong left the room, followed by Leo. When they reached the rink again, Yuuri was in the middle of his performance. Phichit, who was cheering on his friend from the sidelines, immediately stopped and ran over to Guang Hong.

"Ow-hay id-day it-ay o-gay?"

Guang Hong smiled. "It went o-gay."

Phichit squealed. "There was just a little mishap."

"Guang Hong. Tell me. What went wrong."

"It was Seung-gil related."

Phichit frowned. "What did that idiot do now?"

"He… uh… walked on Leo and I making out with our shirts off."

Phichit's eyes widened and he burst out laughing. "What? Was he like 'beep-boop I am a robot with no emotions and would appreciate it if you humans could cease emoting beep-boop'."

"He told us to get a room."

Phichit burst out laughing again. "First innocent little Guang Hong is making out with someone. In public. Shirtless. And then 'Seung-gil: Artificial Intelligence' actually has a sense of humor? You must be making this up!"

"Ask Leo." Guang Hong laughed. "Or Seung-gil."

"Where's Seung-gil? I feel like you and Leo would have decided on a story."

"Men's locker room."

Phichit ran off very quickly as Yuuri finished his program and headed to the kiss and cry with Victor. Knowing them, Victor was going to kiss and Yuuri was going to cry. They took the name quite literally.

"And the short program score for Yuuri Katsuki is… 101.32! That puts him in second place going into the free skate, with Leo de la Iglesia in first!"

Leo smiled bright. Guang Hong couldn't help it. He leaned up and pecked him on the lips, startling Leo out of his daze. Leo pulled him back. The crowd gasped.

From the kiss and cry, Victor started crying tears joy while Yuuri cheered. They had had their first kiss at last year's Cup of China.

The announcer's voice came over the loudspeaker again. "Looks like Beijing is the new city of love! Who's next for next year?" He laughed at his own joke.

Leo and Guang Hong still hadn't stopped their kiss when Phichit came running back into the rink. "GUANG HONG YOU DIDN'T LIE TO me…" He stood there frozen for a second before squealing at the top of his voice. "OH MY GOD YES! GO! YES! YES!"

Guang Hong broke away and started laughing at Phichit, who was having a mini panic attack on the floor. Leo began to laugh, too.

Guang Hong leaned close to Leo's ear. "When are you flying back to America? I'll go with you."

"A week from tomorrow. Maybe we could sightsee around China until then."

Guang Hong nodded. "That would be great."

"Pick me up from the hotel tomorrow?"

"Love to."

Guang Hong left the rink, holding his hand to the lips that were just pressed against Leo's. He decided to send Leo a text. See you tomorrow.