It starts, as many things involving Phichit do, with an Instagram post.
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[Video description: Katsuki Yuuri, sitting on the grass in a tank top and shorts, places a watermelon between his thighs and cracks it open. He smiles up at the person holding the camera before grimacing at his lap and his watermelon-soaked shorts and thighs, muttering “Didn’t think this through…”]
phichit+chu We didn’t have a knife. #katsudamn #demthighstho #katsukiyuuri #blessed
axel-otl Uh
mcpoult I’LL BE IN MY BUNK
doaflip #katsudamn indeed
okukawami [This is what you’re using my dance training to do?] ;)
redpandadance more like yuuri crush-suki amirite
This sparks the #KatsuMelon challenge among other figure skaters. Because of the physical necessities of their sport – namely, extremely muscular bottom halfs that can support launching and landing triples and quads – many succeed, though not with the ease and oblivious cuteness of Yuuri. Mila Babicheva earns the #scaredandhorny award for crushing three melons in under ten seconds.
Christophe Giacometti, never one to settle for keeping it PG, posts a video of him in a thong crushing a variety of fruits and vegetables with his ass. The video is taken down almost immediately and leads to Chris being temporarily banned from the platform for repeatedly posting inappropriate content.
It’s a weird couple of weeks for those not used to the figure skating community.
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Not many people know about Yuuri’s competitive side, but Chris does. Their time together in Juniors, duking it out for the podium, made it very apparent.
So, when they’re both assigned to Skate America, he decides to make use of this knowledge. He corners Yuuri at the rink during practice on the day before the men’s short program.
“Chéri, you’ve been keeping secrets from me,” he pouts, skating up beside the Japanese skater.
Yuuri looks like a bunny rabbit that’s been caught under a bush, all wide-eyed and twitchy. “What?”
“I saw the video of your little trick with the watermelon,” Chris clarifies, before adding huskily, “J’ai bien hâte de le voir en personne.”
“Chris, you know I don’t speak French.”
“Well, hurry up and learn so I can fully express myself.”
“I don’t think I could take you expressing yourself any more fully,” Yuuri mutters, blushing as he slaps a wandering hand away.
He grins and winks lasciviously. “Not many can. But I digress! I want a demonstration, Yuuri~”
“There’s a video of it,” Yuuri says, confused. “You’ve already seen it. Just go watch that.”
“Are you saying you couldn’t do it again?” Chris says, pretending to look disbelieving.
Yuuri’s eyes narrow and his jaw tightens. “Bring me a damn watermelon.”
Chris smirks. Gotcha.
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Someone procures a watermelon despite it being the wrong season and the request being issued ten minutes ago. Phichit would be surprised, except he’s seen all the comments on that post. Thirst is a powerful motivator.
“Wait!” Leo shouts. “Maybe you should take off your pants? You, uh. Last time, you got your shorts dirty.”
Yuuri stares at him blankly for a second before giving him a small smile. “You’re right, thanks.”
And then he strips off his joggers. Phichit hears a few muttered curses, and someone swoons.
And that’s how Katsuki Yuuri ends up sitting on the arena changing room floor in just his warm-up shirt and tight boxer briefs, surrounded by several of the world’s top figure skaters, and absolutely obliterating a sizeable watermelon with his wet-dream-worthy thighs.
There are a few moments of silence during which Yuuri seems to realize people are staring at him and starts to spiral before Seung-gil mutters, “I wish that was my head.”
And Phichit is shocked that it’s the notoriously misanthropic Korean who spoke, but also. Same, dude. Same.
That breaks the rest of the observers out of their stupor, and then it’s a rush of sound – yelling, catcalls, laughter – and Phichit makes sure to pull Yuuri out of the epicentre of excitement as soon as he can, taking up his role of deflecting attention away from his smol anxious son.
When Chris approaches with a cat-that-got-the-cream grin, Yuuri sighs with fond exasperation.
“There. Happy?” he says to Chris.
“Oh, exceedingly. Seeing is believing. You never disappoint, mon petit chou.” Chris manages to get a few celebratory gropes in before Yuuri bats him away.
Phichit convinces (see: threatens with blackmail) everyone present into not posting pictures or videos of Yuuri. But a slew of Instagram posts featuring figure skaters eating chunks of watermelon flood the platform with no caption other than #SkateAmerica2015, to the confusion of everyone who wasn’t there.
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Yuri Plisetsky is suffering.
He has to share a rink with Viktor “Living Legend” Nikiforov, and deal with all the comparisons and expectations and idiocy that brings, so he’s used to some amount of suffering.
He’s not used to the Japanese Yuuri being the source of his suffering.
Not that he would ever say it even under torture, but Japanese Yuuri’s step sequences are pretty good (the most beautiful he’s ever seen) and he moves well (like he’s music and emotion given human form). He guesses he respects the other man as a skater. His jumps are shit, though (could use some work).
After the Watermelon Incident at Skate America is when the suffering begins. He can’t look at watermelons the same way. He can’t look at Japanese Yuuri the same way. Now, every time he sees him in person or in photos, he thinks about licking watermelon juice off of Yuuri's bare thighs. His phone can’t take being thrown at the wall anymore before it just shatters.
(Like that watermelon.)
Puberty is the fucking worst.
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Chris, as a top-tier bro and shit-stirrer, sends the video to Viktor.
Viktor ♥
!!!
Chris
What am I looking at?
Proof that God loves the gays
You and I weren’t proof enough?
Bien sûr, mon cher
But also
Tell me those thighs don’t make you
want to fall down and worship
I am but a man
An extremely gay man
So who is he?
Viktor
You don’t recognize Katsuki Yuuri?
Should I…?
For shame
Japan’s ace?
?
Figure skating??
You know, that thing you do all day, every day?
nvm, I looked him up
If I didn’t love you so much, I’d strangle you, chéri
Aww, you love me!
( ˘ ³˘)♥
Chris gets back to practice, dropping his phone and his attempt to wing-man for the moment. Those two had better appreciate this…
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The next day, Viktor approaches Yuri as they’re practicing on the ice.
“So, your newfound aversion to watermelon…”
Yuri glares at him. Viktor stares back.
“It happened after Skate America, da?”
Yuri’s glare develops an edge of mortified horror. Viktor waggles his eyebrows.
“AAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH,” the teenager howls, skating away from Viktor as fast and as angrily as he can.
Ah, youth. At least Yuri has better taste than Viktor’d had at his age. Thankfully, he’d outgrown his tragic habit of crushing on straight boys.
And hey, maybe they could bond over crushing on someone who could crush them with his thighs.
(He swears he’s not getting petty vengeance for all the balding and ‘old man’ comments.)
(...He might be lying.)
He’s no more excited for this year’s Grand Prix Final. But maybe – maybe – the off-ice part could surprise him yet. Maybe this Katsuki Yuuri could liven things up.
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