Emil Nekola (
huggingcompetition) wrote2017-06-06 10:55 pm
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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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He squeezes his lover's hands. "Don't worry about our parents. They didn't gay marry someone from a different culture, they're just worried. But we'll prove that this is the real deal! In a spectacular ice show!"
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Of course, the smile fades a bit as the other continues.
"My father's not quite inclined to be swayed by something like that. Mom...well. she likes you but maybe approaching it with them a little more traditionally would be safer." Words he really never thought would come out of his mouth, but he doesn't want to ostracize them both with this. He perks back up after a moment though. "We can announce it to the rest of the world with a show though!"
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"I was joking. I promise, I'll be on my best behavior when we decide to go talk to them. I'll be everything I'm usually not: quiet, polite, disciplined, responsible..."
He giggles and kisses Emil's shirt over his heart. "I know how important having their blessing is for you, I won't mess things up."
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"I definitely want to be there in person when we tell yours though. I bet your sister will be just as excited as we are." He noses against the top of Phichit's head, the toe of his skate digging into the ice to keep him in place.
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"We'll have to monitor their Skype calls to make sure they're not planning anything too crazy," he jokes, sliding his left hand with the new hardware over Emil's cheek, caressing his jaw and sideburns fondly. "Those kids are all born troublemakers. As opposed to us mature, responsible-type adults."
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"I'm glad, too. I love your brothers. And I've obviously never had an older sibling, so I hope someday I can be close to your sister." He isn't too daunted by the task; he's found a way to make it as a figure skater coming from a tropical country. "And I can't wait until we tell our friends, and Michele gives me the stink eye whenever you're not looking. Maybe even another shovel talk!"
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"If a day ever comes when I'm accepted into the special fold of people Michele Crispino wants to protect, I'll... Well. I'll probably think I'm dreaming! So you'll have to wake me up." He grins. "I really like it when you call me that."
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It's super cheesy, but he's kind of a cheesy guy, so he's not going to apologize for it. He kisses Emil's hand, then lets it go and turns into a simple scratch spin, full of excited energy that needs burning off.
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He whistles at Emil like he's eye candy, which he totally is. "Are you showing off for me? Because watching you spread your legs is giving me dirty thoughts."
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He continues to move in a slower arc, just practicing a step sequence and accompanying gestures. "After this, let's go for supper. Then it's anything you want." He has a feeling he knows what Phichit is going to want to do, and had ensured that he had the time tonight to carry it out.
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He skates up to Emil's side and tries to mirror his footwork, beaming.
"Right now the only thing I want is to be with you," he confesses. "Maybe to get you some matching bling so everyone knows you're a taken man."
He slides forward so that he bumps into Emil, then kisses him again, helpless to the love bubbling up in him.
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"Then let's go do that! We can work here some more then head further into the city and find the most perfect ring."
When he glides away again he pulls Phichit along with him, stepping into a simple sequence that his fiance could mirror. As soon as they found their sync, they could come up with more full ideas for their future pair skate.
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"Do you think you could lift me? I bet you could!"
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"As many times as you'd tolerate it."
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"That was so awesome! Emil, I might decide to never walk again. God, you're so sexy," he purrs, stroking Emil's strong biceps and pectorals.
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"I would carry you everywhere, but then how would I be able to do anything else? It'd be a difficult season and I'm pretty sure I'm nowhere near as dazzling as you out there. I'd never be able to pull off your routines."
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