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He knows it's going to be a disaster the moment he sets foot on the ice.

He's been trying. Celestino knows that he's been trying, everyone in Detroit knows he's been trying. He's at the rink more than he isn't. He's skating more than he sleeps. He's gotten back down to competition weight... more or less... and he's dedicated as anyone can be. But his heart's not in it and anyone who looks at his skating can tell that.

Jumps have never been where he got his points at.

His short program had been a disaster and he's not known for pulling out of those and he doesn't here, either. It's one of the worst free programs he's ever skated and he barely makes it out of the kiss and cry without the crying part... except once he can escape to the locker room or a bathroom or wherever he can manage to get alone, he's more left feeling completely numb. He tries to feel anything and there's nothing at all. There's nothing left.

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"Aaaah! It's okay, it's okay!!!"

Minami flails, nearly dropping his own plate. He doesn't want Yuuri to feel bad! That is the opposite of the mission! It was strange but not bad-strange!

"I like chocolate a lot and I don't mind thank you so - you - share cake in America??!?"

Struck with sudden inspiration, Minami grabs Yuuri's fork and spears a piece of the vanilla. Holding it out with a smile. This will make it better, right? Balance things??!?

"Here!"

"Not... necessarily?" he admits, "Everyone touches a lot more..." he searches for a word, but there's really not one, because it's not necessarily more or less, exactly? He decides on, "casually there and it's weird but I guess I've sort of gotten used to it. I have a feeling the cake thing is probably my roommate," he laughs, "I'm pretty sure Phichit doesn't understand the concept of non-shared food." He's never been bold enough to ask if that's a Thai thing or a Chulanont family thing or just a Phichit thing.

Yuuri laughs again at first to the offer, cheeks heating more in delight than anything else, because this is kind of fun, actually.

But he doesn't really realize what's necessary for this until he's leaning in, opening his mouth, and okay, this was maybe a little inappropriate when he was the one holding the fork, but it was mostly thoughtless, but this is... this requires something more deliberate and he's starting to understand why Minami was so flustered. His face heats for an entirely different reason and he knows right now it's kind of an open book, none of his walls anywhere to be seen.

But it also seems rude to not return the favor (indignity?) so he leans in that tiny bit extra, to let Minami feed it to him, lips closing around the fork.

Minami has spent a great deal of time watching Yuuri. Memorizing routines, moves, even hand gestures. Somehow, though, he has never thought of paying attention to his mouth. How had he possibly overlooked it? The way Yuuri's mouth turns into smiles, frowns, it's endlessly fascinating.

Then there are Yuuri's lips. Closing over the fork. They look - really soft -

Licking his own lips, Minami tries to remember how to breathe.

"I - Don't mind it - " he manages to squeak out. With the feeling he's not talking just about cake. Not any more.

Icing dissolves on his tongue and Yuuri loses the train of the conversation a moment, because the other type of cake is just as good as the first. They're obviously really high quality, not just a sheet cake or cake decorated just to be impressively pretty. He makes a little delicious noise as he eats the bite and he probably doesn't sit as far back as he should. There's a little bit of icing on his lip and his tongue flicks out to clean it and inside his head, all of it seems pretty reasonable, really. He's not just going to leave the icing on his face, the cake is delicious, Minami has just said he doesn't really mind the kind of casual intimacy thing they've got going on here, and it's actually more comforting than Minami knows-- it's made him a little weirdly homesick, not for Detroit but for Phichit, for someone who he can be a little more open with.

Of course, he's also just licked icing off his face after moaning over a cake, but Yuuri's kind of oblivious.

"Wow, the vanilla's really good too! Now I can't decide."

"You - Can have whatever you want!"

There's the sense again that Minami's offering more then he's saying. If he were someone older, with more experience, this would definitely be leading. Flirting, even. But he doesn't have that framework. He just knows this is fun, and the cake is amazing. And Yuuri looks - amazing too, relaxed and happy and that is so much better then how this all started.

What Minami does have cake. And a strong wish to hear that noise again. He uses his own fork to spear more. Holding the bite out before he realizes it.

Yuuri's already halfway leaned back in for it before he realizes it's Minami's fork, before he's realized there's really no reason to be doing this, he's already tried the other cake. But the cake is so good and he's just so far past a place where he cares, right now. If someone wants to feed him cake in a locker room, what reason in the world is there to refuse? Everything's crashing and burning around him anyway, what's one more thing?

So he just leans the rest of the way in and eats it and it... feels weirdly good, unexpected, to just let something happen to him, to stop fighting against everything for a moment. This bite is maybe a little bit less sensual than the first, but the way he blushes about it is... different, higher on his cheeks. He's got a little bit of icing on the side of his mouth that he doesn't realize is there. It's a cute look for him.

Something is wrong with Minami's chest. He can't quite get enough air. Maybe he should worry about that. Or about how his heart seems to be trying to leap out of his throat.

"Ah - Y-You have - here - "

He pulls his jacket sleeve up a little. Chasing the icing with the same, unthinking instinct as he'd held out the cake. Rubbing against Yuuri's cheek. In the process, though, Minami's fingers actually brush against lips.

He - should - pull away, apologize, this is too much right?!

Yuuri can't help the little gasp-and-shiver at that. His lips are always either chapped or raw from the cold and from him worrying at them when he gets particularly nervous and that means they're usually sensitive. Minami's touch is a jolt down his spine and the tension is suddenly awkward but in a way that just makes it curl deeper, warmer around them. He's not sure what's happening, but he can feel the shift, and he meets Minami's eyes all of a sudden, his own curious, because it really seems like Minami is setting up to kiss him.

Normally, that might have him fleeing to the other side of the locker room, and it still might in a minute, to be honest, but right now, he already felt like such a passenger in his own body, that this feels almost like an out of body experience, and he finds that he's more interested in knowing if Minami's actually going to kiss him than he is any of the other things he probably ought to be thinking about a competitor who's younger than he is kissing him in a locker room, good or bad.

Yuuri...

...isn't moving away...

There's no sound. No air. And suddenly the only direction is forward, Minami closing the gap all at once. He's clearly not a natural, but the kiss is warm, eager.

This is not something he's thought about. Not in this much detail. He only knows that the way he feels about Yuuri is this huge, blooming thing. That no matter what, his thoughts keep going back to him. How Yuuri moves, laughs, Minami just wants to be around him.

And he's probably going to get shoved off, yelled at, but he's got to at least try.

Minami isn't shoved off. Or yelled at.

Yuuri has only the slightest bit more experience kissing and almost none beyond the first, awkward press of lips, but it's enough to somewhat know what to do with his mouth, to angle his head a little, to kiss back. Which is the thing he's actually doing rather than shoving Minami away. He should shove him away. There are all kinds of reasons to turn this down, politely or otherwise. But all of them seem far away. Everything seems far away. And Minami's inexpert kiss is the most human contact he's really had in weeks, too focused to even really spend time with Phichit, and he feels like he's melting just a little in it, less sensually and more literally like ice, like something thawing.

By the time Minami's pulling back (because Yuuri doesn't), Yuuri is flushed, lips a little pinker too, eyes wide. He looks a little shocked, dazed, but there's nothing bad about the expression at all, nothing that says Minami can't try that again. Before he can, though, Yuuri's moving on autopilot, the bite of chocolate cake held up with an entirely different charge to it this time. It's not the suavest post-kiss thing he could have done, but then, it's also definitely, 110% not rejection.

Minami has no idea what comes next. He has not, until 7.4 seconds ago, thought about kissing a boy. Or really anybody. There's a shiver when he pulls away. Fingers going to his mouth. Little bits of sound keep coming out, but no real words.

Oh. Cake? Cake is next?

That works.

He lunges for it, in a way he doesn't quite dare with Yuuri. Not yet. Can't help the disbelieving giggle that bubbles out.

Yuuri has exactly zero experience with (knowingly) seducing anybody. He's not even sure that's actually what he's doing. He's not even sure there's anything like actual desire there, or if he really intends this to go where things like this usually head. He does know, however, that this is good, unequivocally, that the cake is delicious and that he's starved for human contact and that Minami did in fact kiss him like it was something he wanted and the place he's in is dark and cold and he doesn't want to be there, and Minami is warm and bright and here.

He also knows, distantly, through that same pane of glass, that he's probably being an asshole by doing this, if he has no real intentions of ever doing something like it again. Remorse, he finds, seems to also sit behind the same glass wall. He can look, but not touch.

He can touch Minami.

So he does. He shifts closer, puts a hand on Minami's face to draw him back in once he's finished with the bite, but close enough to finishing it that he tastes like chocolate.

Minami is, indeed, here. A sunbeam - no, a sun - no, better, a supernova determined to melt whatever keeps Yuuri faded and dark. Because everyone should shine. Everyone should feel this bright. He isn't thinking of what's next. Only what's happening now.

He's pouring that into the kiss without realizing it. Fingers tight on Yuuri's shoulders. Anchors of contact. Minami doesn't quite have the presence of mind to move them yet but he's here, can be touched. And will respond amazingly well if Yuuri's hands start exploring. Happy to give whatever is needed to bring him back.

When they come up for air Minami blurts out, "Um - CanIcallyouYuuri?!"

Yuuri can't help but huff a little breath of laughter at that, reel him back in.

"Yes," he's used to Detroit, where everyone calls him by his first name, too close and too personal and too physical with him all the time until it makes him want to hide. Phichit and Celestino are the only two people who ever started out calling him by his last name, less cultural to countries and more cultural to sports but it's telling they're also the only two people he's gotten close to, the only two people where his first name now sounds right. What's one more person calling him Yuuri even though they probably shouldn't?

Except that Minami understands what he's asking and Yuuri understands what it means to accept.

He wonders if it's weird that that's exactly why he so easily says yes.

He really should stop doing this. Minami looks up to him, for whatever reason. He could really hurt him. But he's so wounded himself that he's struggling to care and Minami's mouth is so warm. There's a sudden thread of heat in the kiss, and then he's chasing some of that chocolate taste into Minami's mouth.

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The weight against his tongue gets a startled little noise from Minami, Arms wrapping tight on reflex. For the moment he's too overwhelmed - from sensation, taste, the permission to use Yuuri's name - to take any more initiative.

He is cataloging at a rapid pace, though. This is good. This is - really amazing and Minami wants more of it. Tries some of his own exploring, deepening the kiss.

Yuuri shudders when he does. This part he knows at least a little about, might be a virgin but hasn't been completely chaste, not in America, not in college, but this is different, doing this here, like this, with Minami. He's not sure which part of this makes this different, but it is, all the same.

Someone could theoretically come in. They really should stop this.

Yuuri doesn't stop this. They're too awkwardly placed on the benches to do much exploring if they don't want to either drop the cake or fall off the bench, but he's pouring all of that into the kiss, instead, heating it.

Minami's brain fizzles, pops, his head's full of bubbles. He's stopped trying to believe this is happening. Enjoying it instead. Moving is the last thing in the world he wants to do. Maybe ever.

There's really only one thing that could still get his attention. Minami breaks off when he feels his plate shift. Snatching it up from certain doom.

"Ahh! Should - we - finish the cake? Or - "

Yuuri's running entirely off of instinct, all of his usual thought patterns completely destroyed. Minami starts the sentence about the cake and Yuuri cuts him off by grabbing a bite of vanilla cake, surprisingly delicately, and feeding it to him.

He doesn't use the fork.

"Mmph!"

Suddenly there's vanilla and the warmth of skin against Minami's tongue. He hums, maybe whimpers, definitely gets every last crumb. Then he's grabbing Yuuri's hand. Chasing the frosting up his fingers.

Things are all still just kind of a smear of... everything. There's still the distant voice that says this is not the greatest idea he's ever had, that someone could walk in, that Minami is indistinctly young in that way that might mean he's a lot younger than Yuuri thinks he is. It's growing more distant. It's nearly silent when he curls his fingers just a little bit to pet over Minami's tongue as it slides along one finger.

He's scooting closer on the bench before he thinks about it. It's still a little awkward the way they're sitting, thigh to thigh, with their torsos turned in towards one another, but they're closer now, warm against each other. Close enough that he can slide his fingers against Minami's jawline and turn his head up into another kiss when he's done with his fingers.

The plates drop to the floor. Hopefully all the cake is gone. Minami can't be bothered to check. There are way more important things to concentrate on. Like that line of fire on his jaw, on every piece of him Yuuri touches.

(There is a fading awareness that this... might be too much. Except it's drowned out in good and Yuuri, in the sugar burst of frosting.)

Minami's gotten centered enough that he's beginning to wonder about other tools at his disposal. Now that hands have more obviously entered the game, his begin to wander. Sliding up into Yuuri's hair, curling tight.

Excuse you, Yuuri sets his plate aside like a proper young man, even if the things he's doing with the rest of himself are hardly proper.

He's not expecting the hands in his hair and he makes a soft noise to that, the kiss deepening almost reflexively a moment later. The tiny voice turns into a scream, but so does how good this feels, and Yuuri is scrabbling blindly for connection and here it is, all the connection he could want. He winds one of his arms around Minami's waist, pulls them closer on the bench, deepens the kiss again.

Minami competes in skating, but has put almost as much time into pair dancing. The same moves, over and over, until they're part of him. Automatic. So it just seems natural to follow the hand on his waist. Letting Yuuri pull him in, follow the flow of it up. Swing onto his lap without thinking.

And his brain almost - almost catches up with him. Except kissing is even better at this angle.

Yuuri grabs him by the hips and pulls him more into his lap without really thinking about it, as automatic as the swing over had been. Not that this is something he's well versed or practiced in, but when he lets his body actually do what it wants, he's got good instincts.

Alarm bells trill in his head, again, but Minami's heated on his lap, everything right now that he can't reach and wants and the kiss is messy and sexy and perfect, and pushing him off or dealing with the fact that they're all but grinding on each other now, means he has to stop kissing him.

Minami does not want to stop.

Ever.

And it's not quite sex but he's grasped just enough to realize that's the direction they're careening in. The hands wrapping around his hips send a bolt to his brain. It ricochets around there a few times, then shoots down his spine. Between his legs, and it suddenly hits how hard he is. Every tiny movement enormous.

He didn't know it was possible to feel this much. And there's another person against him. Yuuri Katsuki against him. Minami moans into the next kiss. Digging both hands into Yuuri's hair to hold on.

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