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[BMSCV-verse] Phichit’s 22nd Birthday Celebration!

“Come ooooooon, tell me already,” Phichit whined, being steadily led forward. He was blindfolded, Yuuri’s hands on the back of his shoulders to guide him along. The skating season had finished for them, but all that meant was the ice shows had started.

It was the first time that him and Yuuri were doing the same tour and Phichit had more than delighted in having his best friend to himself for a few weeks. The quality time had been missing since Yuuri had moved in with Victor and while Phichit was more than happy for Yuuri, he would definitely be greedy with the opportunity. It had been far too long since they had stayed in the same hotel room, up way too late playing video games and gossiping.

Yuuri was fresh off his gold at the Olympics and while Phichit had not placed, he had been the first skater to represent his country. In his view, that had been more than enough. Plus, he totally intended to go after the medal in the next one. Four quads in four years, that was the plan. For now, he was enjoying the timing of the tour stop in Vegas, right on his birthday with a day off following up.

The show itself had gone splendidly, with a pause midway through during which the other skaters had flocked him, carrying flowers and birthday cake, singing not completely in tune. He had been pelted in hamster plushies and laughed when during the meet-and-greet a fan had given him a bouquet made not of flowers but of Sylvanian Family hamster family figures.

Afterwards, Yuuri had pounced on him on their way out, quite obviously assisted by some others as Phichit ended up blindfolded and dragged off in a different direction. There had been whispering and giggles all around him, a rumble which he pegged as Leo’s. All accusations were denied, and so Phichit let himself be taken away by car to an undisclosed location.

“Yuuri, I’m the birthday boy, you gotta tell me if I ask! Gimme a hint.” He had already demanded that someone take his phone to document the happening on both Snapchat and Instagram. He may be the first skater to publicize a kidnapping in progress.

“Almost there,” Yuuri promised, nudging the back of Phichit’s knees. “Okay, you got stairs in front of you. Step, step, one more.”

Phichit had a fairly good guess of where they were already, with that being one of the banquet rooms in their hotel. The sounds of the casino had been unmistakeable and the length of the car ride had been approximately the same. Plus, even if Yuuri was planning some wild birthday party, he would also be practical about it because that was the kind of person that Yuuri was… before he got the alcohol in him, at least.

“Ready?”

Phichit had been about to shout, “Ready!” when he realized the hushed, sweet voice that Yuuri spoke in was not directed at him. That was the voice that Yuuri reserved for Victor– okay, this scheme went deeper than he anticipated, Yuuri had mentioned nothing about Victor being there, what kinda thing were they up to…

“Yuuuuuuriiiiii,” Phichit whined, resisting the temptation to reach up and tear the blindfold off. Or tilt up his head and sneak a peek out from under it.

“Okay, okay, ummm, remember the one present you said was your wildest birthday dream?”

A supercar shaped and painted like a hamster probably wasn’t happening, which left Phichit with option two, which was– “The giant cake with a stripper inside?!”

Blindfold ripped off, Phichit squealed with triumph, spinning around and throwing himself at Yuuri. The biggest hug. Because it really was the biggest cake, made of four layers that were each approximately the height of his forearm. Vanilla frosting, mmmm, he was ready to dive inside himself, laughing when the banquet room erupted into a hearty round of Happy Birthday.

Phichit bounced on his heels, waiting it out, and in perfect time with the singing of his name, the top of the cake exploded. Tears stinging the corners of his eyes, Phichit clapped with delight as Chris popped up, dressed in the skimpiest glittering red shorts, a matching bowtie and nothing else.

Yuuri had not gotten him a cake with a stripper inside. He had done one better. One with a pornstar inside. Chris beckoned Phichit over with a wink on the last line of the song, pulling him in and swiping frosting across his cheek. Which Chris then proceeded to lick off before producing and popping a bottle of champagne. “Happy birthday, birthday boy!”

Phichit dove in, tackling Chris into giant layers of cake.

He ended up with more than enough photos to post online, and a great deal further that would be sworn to never leave the sanctity of the Vegas banquet room. And along with all the gifts, Phichit also got to take a certain Swiss boy home for the night.

Best birthday ever.