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phichitchu Love has no comfort zone, Love is the sweetest strange

He'd been planning it since he'd realized he'd be able to have Phichit for his birthday. Now, finally, they had the time, in the off-season before they had to start training again.

"Ok, now you can look," he said quietly, after having led Phichit into what was obviously an empty rink, holding the typical chill and echo of footsteps muffled by the padding around the rink proper. He'd trusted Phichit not to look and spoil it, but...well. It was a pretty predictable surprise anyway after a point. But it still stood that he'd rented one of the rinks in Prague and invited his lover along with him, just so that they could share it all by themselves. He had his duffel with him, carrying their skates and training clothes with him, packed in secret.

They'd discussed it once, as a possibility they hadn't really had the time for when it had first come up: a pair skating routine, something they could do together as an exhibition, or purely for fun. Now they could spend the day making one up, tossing music back and forth until something really felt right. They'd find their rhythm, just as they had through the rocky parts of their relationship so far.

He had something else stashed away, tucked down deep in his belongings to be brought out when they'd exhausted themselves and were ready to retire for the night to the hotel in the city he'd blocked not too far away. He wouldn't listen to any argument about it being his birthday, either. After all, he enjoyed doing things for Phichit, and this was, more or less, his gift to himself. The other's presence was really all he needed for his day to be perfect.

So he stood back, cheesy grin on his face, arms open wide to indicate the whole of the open rink that they would be able to carve up as much as they saw fit.

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"Only one?" Phichit laughs. "I still need the Loop, the Flip, and the Lutz. But if you want to lighten my load, I'm definitely not complaining."

He tilts his head up and kisses Emil's lips briefly. "What is this song? It would be fun to skate to for an Exhibition, or something." He rested his hands around Emil's neck. He was really enjoying this closeness, and just drifting on the ice with his beloved.

"Obviously I've been wowed, so you get it sooner. Show me the rest and you'll get even more." Emil grins, cheeky and hooked his fingers loose around Phichit's elbows, lingering close and slouching his posture to bring himself a little closer to the other's height.

He looks up at the song, listening a moment then grinning. "We can skate to this if you want. It's not as high energy as you normally go for though."

Phichit gets on his toe picks so he can kiss Emil again, and makes a little delighted noise as he does so. "You're so generous. What a good boyfriend," he coos, petting the top of Emil's head and threading his fingers in the other's fluffy hair. "I would want to do anything you want to do. I'm just excited for us to finally be skating together."

"So just one more jump? Alright. You've gotta let me go, though, I don't think I can take you with me."

"If you could I'd be even more impressed." Emil laughs and bows for a last kiss before easing away again. He took up a level position with Phichit, shooting him a wink then striking a brief pose with one arm up and the other across his chest, as if about to dance in place. As soon as Phichit starts to move, Emil follows, keeping his eye on his lover until he's about to dip into his last jump. They wouldn't land at the same time, his jump much higher, but he doesn't have to hit the ice at the same moment to be able to loop back around smoothly with his hand out to take Phichit's again.

When Emil eased away Phichit focused, and took off on the ice, building momentum. He heard Emil's skates against the ice behind him, and turned with a grin to see his partner skating behind him. He winked and bent his knees before taking off for a quad loop. His landing isn't the cleanest, and he has to put a hand on the ice for balance, but he doesn't fall. He's up in time to see that Emil lands flawlessly, and reaches for his offered hand.

"Your jumps are beautiful. Rub it off on me!"

"Practice with me more then!" Emil takes his hands and steadies him, sliding back a bit until Phichit's stopped in front of him. He leans back and swings their hands some in between them. "D'you wanna keep going through them with me now?"

Phichit laughs and lets Emil guide him, until they end up swinging their arms together like school children playing a game. He rolls his shoulders as he shrugs, even though he can't stop smiling.

"I think you can run them with me a hundred times, but as long as I don't have your godly thighs my mere mortal self will only be capable of so much!"

"Your flair more than makes up for the difference in jumps anyway. The crowds always love you." Not a hint of envy in his voice; they each have their individual strengths, and Phichit's was the crowd's favor. It's remarkable, to Emil at least. His head tilts as he gives Phichit a sly little smile. "Your thighs don't need to be as bulky. I know I like them just how they are."

He's obviously pleased by Emil's compliment, wearing the sheepish grin that nearly always comes out when he's delightfully embarrassed. Phichit squeezes Emil's hands, holds onto him tightly.

"You could definitely do the showmanship thing, too. You always come up with the most creative themes. And I know I'm not bad at anything, but sometimes I still wish I had a thing. Spins, jumps, footwork... I'm just kind of overall average?

"You are all-around wonderful. I'm glad they know it as much as I do." He may or may not be purposefully being as cheesy as possible. After all, he did this for Phichit, and he has plans for more. "I thought about the routine I proposed to you before, to Sunlight. I'm thinking maybe that will be my free skate next season. But the short program...what do you think of Holst's Jupiter?" A distraction with a purpose, really. He wants Phichit's opinion, but he also wants to keep the other from focusing on how they're moving around the rink, this time hand in hand, to head for the gate leading to the locker rooms again.

Phichit has to take a moment to recall the song Emil is talking about, because he listens to more soundtrack music than classical instrumental compositions; dating Emil has done wonders for his musical knowledge in that respect, but it still takes him a minute to isolate the song he's referring to now.

"That's that adventure music, right? The one that sounds like you're going on any epic space journey? That song would be perfect for you!" Phichit agrees. "It's larger than life, just like your sweeping moves and incredible jumps. I approve!"

He notices a bit belatedly that they're by the gate to the rink and frowns. "Speaking of adventure, where are you taking me? We barely just got warmed up!"

"I thought Jupiter fit best out of the Planets Suite. It's very fun and energetic and I kind of have some ideas for it."

Emil pauses long enough to let Phichit off the ice ahead of him, following close behind.

"We don't have to leave or anything, I did ask for the whole evening to be here and all. I think I'm a little overeager here though."

Phichit chuckles as he steps off the ice and fastens his skate guards back onto the bottom of his blades. "Eager for what, exactly?" He asks teasingly, not even attempting innocence the way he might usually; he's pretty eager himself. "Is this a kidnapping? Are you taking me somewhere to have your dastardly way with me?"

Emil laughs, pressing his nose against the top of Phichit's head. "Maybe later tonight I will. But does it count as kidnapping if you're as excited as I am?" He takes hold of his boyfriend's hand to lead him on, pausing long enough to snap on his blade guards and finally take Phichit back to the locker room.

When they get back to where his bag is sitting on the benches, he gets noticeably more anxious and gestures for Phichit to sit before digging into his bag.

"Ok so...so you know how I promised I'd tell you what manžel meant. And how we promised when we had better time to spend together we'd figure out where and how to get married. I kind of...maybe jumped the gun a little but. Here." He picks up a fairly plain little dark blue box and presents it, settling only mostly casually on his knee on the hard tile floor in front of Phichit's seat. When he manages to pop it open after a moment fussing with the slightly difficult spring lid, inside it a fairly plain silver band, with engraving along the sides that, upon closer inspection, would look like the tracks they made across the ice whenever they performed.

"You don't have to wear it yet. Or at all, if you don't want to. But I thought...well. Maybe if we made it official it'd feel more real. Not so far away in the future."

If Emil wasn't stealing him away for sex, then Phichit had no idea what was going on; it wasn't completely out of Emil's character to pull surprises out of the blue, but usually when Phichit was physically with him he could tell when his boyfriend had something on his mind.

Although, come to think of it, Emil is acting really antsy. Things on the ice were different, probably because Emil was in his element during their jumps challenge, but now he was kind of shaking. He asks Phichit to sit and he does so readily, looking up at Emil with concern, confusion, and curiosity.

He brings up the word manžel again, then lapses into talking about marriage, and Phichit's heart feels like it's becoming lodged in his throat because there is no way he's understanding this correctly?

But then Emil pulls out a jewelry box and he's down on his knee and he's flustered as fuck as he displays the gleaming silver ring to Phichit -- Phichit should interrupt him and his nerves, but he's entirely's speechless, eyes wide as dinner plates.

When Emil is done talking, Phichit carefully reaches out with both hands, and cups the ring box as though it were a small baby bird requiring the utmost delicacy; he looks up at Emil, eyes watering.

"Do... do you mean it? Are you proposing to me?!"

He could steal Phichit away for sex at any time, really. But he's impatient for this, and it shows in the way he rambles and fidgets, and especially when he tenses as the other's expression changes and grows a little watery. His hands cup around Phichit's as he holds onto the little ring box, curling loose around his wrists. He shrugs a little with a quiet laugh, the pink in his face making it clear that really, he's not far behind on the waterworks.

"I...mean...I already did, a couple months ago. But yeah. That's basically what I'm doing."

Phichit can't say he had any idea how he would react to being proposed to; some part of him always thought he'd be the one doing the proposing, being older. But he should have anticipated that Emil loved to be the one to take risks and put himself out there, that he would have wanted the honor of getting them to this point, first.

He sniffles and leans forward to bump his forehead to Emil's affectionately, then leans back again and laughs.

"What are you waiting for? Put the ring on my finger, Em." He says, holding out his left hand with a stupidly broad grin on his face.

Emil sags with relief, nudging his forehead up against Phichit's with a rough exhale, hands curling back around the other's tightly.

"Ok then let me say it right." He clears his throat, shifting on his knee as it starts to ache there on the tile floor.

"Phichit Chulanont. You've been nothing but wonderful to me since we met, even when we were just kids taking silly photos. You encourage me to talk about the things I really care about, even when it's scary stuff. And and...and I really want to show you're mine, and how much you mean to me, no matter how far apart we have to be for a while yet. So. So! I want you to wear this and know one day you're going to be my manžel.

"Vezmeš si mě?"

He'll just congratulate himself that he managed not to cry until the very end of the impromptu speech, a couple of fat, happy tears sliding down to drip off the end of his nose.

His heart swells in his chest as Emil squeezes his hand and starts over, complimenting him and recalling the times they've spent together in the past. It hasn't been much, Phichit knows it's not nearly as much as most couples get to have, but he also knows there is going to be so much more time spent together, and that they are just getting started.

He laughs and kisses a tears away from Emil's face, before it falls into his beard, even though his own eyes are burning.

"Krab! Ano! Yes, Emil, yes!"

Impatiently, he takes the ring into his hand and slides it on his finger, then lurches forward and kisses Emil fervently.

Emil settles back on the ground as Phichit wraps around him, pressing his nose against the crook of the other's neck and drawing him in close and tight. He lets out a wet laugh as he takes the hand the ring is on, thumbing it and turning the band around so that the etching catches the light.

"I love you," he murmurs, holding onto that hand as he sinks further into his lean against Phichit, playing idly with his fingers. You are...more special to me than anyone else I've ever met. Sorry if that's sort of corny, I just don't have any other words for it."

"It's not corny," he laughed. "Not at all. And if it is, well, it's our fucking engagement!!" Phichit sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Please be your absolute corniest, Emil. I love you so much, /tîi rák."

He ended up in Emil's lap, watching his boyfriend's soft, beautiful eyes as he gazed at the ring on his hand. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Did you get a ring for yourself? Or can I?"

"I thought that maybe you should. Like a reciprocal thing." He shrugs, looking back at Phichit and kissing his cheek before moving to try and pick both of them up off the floor. He keeps his hold on Phichit's hand as he nods back out to the rink. "Do you want to be public with this or keep it between us for now? I know basically everyone knows we're dating but this is way bigger, you know?"

"I want to," Phichit assured him. "I'm going to buy you the best ring," he promised, rubbing the space between two of Emil's fingers where soon he's absolutely going to be sure a ring is sitting.

As they went back out to skate, Phichit hesitated thoughtfully. "A huge part of me wants to Instagram this. Like, really huge part of me. But... I don't know. There's no rush, right? We should talk to our families first. I should get you your ring first. Then we can tell friends, then fans?"

Emil swings their hands some as they head back out, nodding as he listens.

"That makes sense. Make sure it's ok, get our families' blessings. There doesn't have to be like...any drama or trouble or anything. No public spectacle until it's safe for one. My family hates when the press come around, like it's an invasion of privacy. I mean my brothers eat it up, but that's how kids are. Oh, we need to see if your family can meet mine soon!"

He was still quiet for a moment, before a little grin spread on his face. "I think I know a way we can solve all of our problems at once. We should announce our engagement via pair skate! A huge exhibition skate, even gayer and better than the one Viktor and Yuuri did a year ago."

Phichit laughed and brushed his nose against Emil's beard. "You in a black tuxedo costume, and me in a white one, skating to the wedding march or something else equally as overt. Leo loves music and Otabek moonlights as a DJ, I bet between them they can find a way to mix it so it sounds cool and skateable. Then we'd field all the press and totally hog the spotlight at the banquet, and our families would be spared."

phichitchu Love has no comfort zone, Love is the sweetest strange

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Ramadan is over, so NSFW can resume

and I am back from con, so tags will be faster!

Hooray! Did you have fun?

It wasn't as good as last year but I got a lot of good stuff. Photos are over on plurk.

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i died

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