Phichit was too absorbed in his phone when he walked into the locker room the skaters shared to notice someone sniffling. When he did finally notice, he halted in his tracks, feeling bad for walking in on them and interrupting.Coming across another skater crying at the GPF wasnât that big of a surprise; they all put themselves under an immense amount of stress and an overload of emotions. No, the surprise for Phichit was whom he found crying.Christophe Giacometti.He hadnât noticed Phichitâs presence yet. He was sitting at the end of a bench, half in the shadows, and snuffling pathetically into a limp handkerchief. Phichitâs heart did a wobbly flip at the sight of him.Just hours ago Chris had been confident and smiling. He never let on that he was crumbling under the pressure, holding the fragile fragments of himself together just as well as the rest of them were.Phichit immediately wanted to make him feel better. He had enough experience comforting Yuuri anytime he was upset, and it just wasnât in his nature to leave Chris alone when he was hurting.âChris?â Phichit asked tentatively.Chris jumped slightly and looked up at him. His eyes were red and slightly puffy. It made Phichitâs heart lurch, and the small crush heâd been nursing for Chris all season niggled in the back of his mind.âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to startle you. I didnât know any of the skaters were still in here,â Phichit said as he slowly walked closer. âI just saw Yuuri and Victor off, so I figured it was finally time to come get my things.ââItâs alright,â Chris said. His voice wobbled dangerously as he attempted to control it. He cleared his throat twice and swallowed thickly.âAre you okay?â Phichit asked, concerned. He sat next to Chris and put a hand on his shoulder.Chris laughed, the sound a bitter, self-depreciating bark. âYeah, Iâll be find. I, ahâŚitâs stupid, really.ââIâm sure itâs not. You can tell me,â Phichit said in a gentle, soothing tone. He smiled brightly and jabbed a thumb into his chest. âYou can trust me, Iâm the best at listening to others when they need to confide in someone. Iâve had lots of practice with Yuuri. You can ask him, Iâm excellent best friend material.âChris laughed again, a smile flickering on his face for a moment. He peeked at Phichit out of the corner of his eye, and Phichit was glad to see a twinkle of his usual mischievous charm present there.âThank you,â he said. âItâs, umâŚI thought that with Victor taking a break this season that I would finally be able to win. Iâve been living in his shadow for so many years, but I really hoped I had it this yearâespecially since it seemed like Yuuri had self-destructed and wouldnât be a threat for a second season in a row.âChris shot him a quick glance. âSorry,â he added after a beat.âI understand how it is. My close friends are all competitors, too,â Phichit said. He got it, he really did. It was a difficult sport to be simultaneously supportive of your competitor and hoping to beat them with your best work every time. It was exhausting, really. Especially when he was competing against his best friend. âIt must have been hard for you all these years to always be outshined by Victor.âChris snorted. âI had my own signature style that got me noticed. Victor was just always the better artist. And YuuriâŚWell, heâs a dark horse in the shadows, isnât he? With Victor by his side I imagine heâll become the next unstoppable force for however long he skates for. Talk about a comeback.âPhichit smiled, his heart swelling with pride and love for his best friend. He was so proud of Yuuri for what he had accomplished, for earning the silver medal and breaking Victorâs world record. Heâd skated so beautifully.âYeah,â he said, ducking to hide his smile.Chris sighed heavily and stood up. âWell. Onto the next competition.âPhichit stood, too, and put a hand on Chrisâ arm to stop him. He wanted to do something to make him feel better, and he could only think of one option. Chris paused and waited.âThereâs one thing you won tonight,â Phichit murmured, stepping closer.âOh?â Chris sniffled and laughed wetly, dashing the stray tears clinging to his lashes away. âAnd whatâs that?ââThis,â Phichit said and darted forward to press a kiss to his lips.Chris made a startled sound before his hands automatically came up to cup Phichitâs elbows. His lips moved slowly against Phichitâs. His stubble scraped against Phichitâs cheek as he shifted and angled his head to kiss him deeper. Phichitâs knees went a little weak at the first swipe of Chrisâ tongue against his and he slid his arms up and around Chrisâ neck to hold on while Chris stroked their tongues together and sucked on his lower lip. Phichit made a faint sound of pleasure, leaning heavily against Chrisâ firm body and wishing they were back at the hotel and not still at the arena. His thoughts all fled when he felt Chrisâ hands settle on his ass, squeezing once before drawing their kiss to a close. He slowly pulled away from Phichitâs lips, still holding his body close.His pretty eyes had gone dark with desire; they darted back and forth over Phichitâs face. He looked infinitely better than he had a few minutes ago when Phichit had stumbled on him crying alone in the locker room.âThat,â Chris murmured, squeezing his ass again, âis a much better prize.âPhichit grinned and leaned up on his toes for another brilliant kiss.-----Omg this is my first time actually writing them and I loved it??? I will definitely have to play with these two again. Sorry I couldnât work in much angst!Send me a pairing + a prompt from the list!