yurionicekink | Prompt Post 1

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How about all three? Set a few years after the series, everyone's over 20. Hope this fits the bill!

The picture shows up on his phone around eight in the evening. Phichit's just wrapping up a late practice -- not that it's not going great, but he's really feeling the music today in an awesome way, and since he's on a roll, who is he to put a lid on that? So he's in the locker room working off his skates, which seem like they've just up and decided to weld themselves to his feet. And then his phone buzzes.

He almost drops it when he opens up the text.

It's from an unfamiliar number with a phone code from a different country. And that's not that weird, he's swapped digits with plenty of other skaters. He's got as many friends from out-of-borders as not. No, the shock to his system isn't that. It's the legs.

A set of soft, pale legs, in such high resolution he can see the texture of the skin and some light freckling. Dark hair trickles down from a navel off camera, down into a pair of lace panties. The caption with the photo reads: aren't they cute? <3

Oh, shit.

The panic mostly subsides, enough for him to begin texting back: i think u have the wrong number!!! Sir? Ma'am? He checks the picture again. Splayed across the waistband is the photographer's hand. Presumably. The nails are painted a pastel green to match the ribbon at the hems. Probably meant to suggest vines, to go along with the dusty rose flowers. But the nails are short and the fingers are long and the tips don't taper gently. Ma'am? There's all kinds of hands in the world, it doesn't mean anything. Which draws his eyes to the focal point of the image. The unmistakable silhouette of a cock, half-hard against the fabric.

Yeah, this was definitely meant for someone else's eyes. He shuts his, braces himself, and hits send. Talk about embarrassing. The reply arrives in minutes. Phichit's managed to finally free his poor, aching feet and doesn't jump quite so much when the phone buzzes again.

oh nooooo ;A; so embarrassing! i'm sorry!!!

no worries friend!! have fun lol. but check your numbers next time!!!!

He's almost forgotten about the mixup entirely The second picture comes in around six in the morning. Or a little before. When Phichit sees how much time is left before his alarm's set to go off, it's all he can do not to cry. And the text is from Leo. Who knows better. Dude. So it's probably important, he assumes. Because he's an amazing friend like that.

It's a series of pictures. First a close-up of Leo's mouth, smiling. One of his hand smoothing its way down his chest. Another of his mouth, lips pressed together to mime blowing a kiss. And then back down between his legs, where he's palming himself through his shorts. And a caption:

Looking good, man.

Since when did he become a magnet for everyone's dick pictures?

lol u wouldn't say that if u saw the pillow marks on my face. leo, my buddy my guy... u got the wrong number.

Oh, damn, sorry about that! Go back to sleep!!

too late, now u owe me a coffee. the fanciest coffee.

Let it never be said he isn't a patient, understanding friend. Maybe he should throw in a cookie, because, well, unsolicited dicks. But then his phone buzzes again.

It's mysterious stranger number one, back at it again with the lacies. He's got the waistband pulled down just enough to showcase the jut of his hip and the tip of his cock blushing over the white lace trim. Where the leg hole has slipped aside, Phichit can see this tiny little beauty mark at the root of his cock.

they'd look even better with your hands slipping them off. <3 <3

Okay, now that's just a little too well-timed. Phichit lays back down against the pillows and flips the lamp on properly. No point in pretending he's not up for real now. He swipes back to Leo's messages, mulling over just how many cookies he can get out of him. He thinks he's heard they've got some frappe flavors over in the U.S. that they don't do here.

Weird. Leo's messages really do match up with Mister Soft and Lacy's. So how's it he's getting messages from the both of them?

uhhhhhh, u might want to tell the bae to check his too. just saying.

To the other party, he writes:

gone done it again my friend

Oops, Leo writes. Followed immediately with a photo of himself winking.

The unknown number texts back nearly simultaneously: oh my god

it happens!!! just be more careful????

more, the stranger writes.

What?

His phone buzzes with another message from Leo. His eyes are locked on the camera lens, head tilted down to lap at the pad of his own thumb. Just below, an image of a thumb pressed against the head of the stranger's cock. The polish is a little chipped, but it's still there. He's been added to their conversation.

Don't worry, Leo writes. Plenty of room for one more.

He doesn't delete it. God knows he probably should, but he keeps it and he jerks himself off in the bathroom before he goes for his morning run. The texts keep coming in. A hand grasping at the bedsheets. Phichit has his suspicions -- in all his latest posts, Guang-Hong's rocking the manicure. Easy enough to pass it off as part of his costume. Guy sure does love his earth tones. He gives the picture a like. It feels like a heavy move even though it's not as if it means much to anyone else.

Guang-Hong texts him privately, the number still unfamiliar in his phone contacts. Phichit makes a note to update it a little later.

i knew you'd like it!

A photo appears in Phichit's feed: Guang-Hong posing with a few sticks of candied hawthorne in hand. A photo appears in his texts: two green-lacquered fingertips pressing against a pair of soft lips.

Two green-lacquered fingertips pushing between a pair of soft lips.

Leo uploads a video of himself sliding across the ice past the camera, moonwalking in his skates. He sends the two of them a picture of his cock in his hand. Looking at it closely in the bathroom stall, Phichit can see the circumcision scar. Kind of makes his head feel a little light.

miss you

Come visit soon.

It's....dizzying.

Phichit writes between them at last: guys.....

we want to see you

lololol u guys are something else.

I miss you both.

Phichit's belly drops out.

So much.

i like his laugh <3 <3

Me too.

u guys are the worst!!!

Just for good measure, he takes a picture of himself holed up in the stall, low-watt lighting, grainy resolution and everything. So they can see his pain.

im supposed to be practicing right now!!

Well, can't skate with a hard-on. Lol. Now is not the time to wonder if he's speaking from experience. At all.

better take care of that!

Yeah, Phichit thinks, slipping his waistband down in resignation. They're really the worst.

not OP

That was great! I love how mischievous Leo and Guang Hong were.

They're a force to be feared!

Oh my god anon

Oh my god

When I saw there was a fill I had to stop and have a heart attack

And then all three prompt ideas, pause for transient ischemic attack

The stroke explains the weird smile that my face seems to have frozen into

Then I saw the gates of Heaven as I read. Aka ANON YOU DAMN WELL MADE MY DAY THANK YOU THIS IS EXTREMELY PERFECT I COULDNT ASK FOR A BETTER FILL

will you be posting it on ao3? > >

Haha, that you, OP? Anyway, I'm glad it made you happy! I do love these little nerds.

I did end up posting it on AO3 -- I wasn't sure it was long enough to stand on its own, so I just added it as a subchapter to a compilation fic. You can find it as the sixth chapter in "Grand Prix Photo Album"!

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