christmas eve proposals
christmas eve proposals | fanxing / kray | 2,5k | PG
It's not as grand as when Yifan announced that he will be stepping down as the famed Chinese figure skater to coach his then-junior in the sport, Yixing. It's not as graceful as when Yixing landed that quadruple salchow that probably won him that gold in his last grand prix. However, it feels a million times more explosive when Yifan asks in the quiet of their room where no one is watching, no one is cheering; just them, wrapped in each other's love.
It’s the Yuri on Ice au fic no one asked for XD Merry Christmas everyone^~^
White covers the earth and the chilly breeze makes him shiver in his boots but Yifan works to put up Christmas lights on the trees in front of their house. His mother has been telling him about fixing it but the tall man has pushed it so far back that he almost forgot about it. He's been busy planning out his trip with Yixing, listing down their itinerary for when the younger arrives, his first time in Vancouver. The elder has been in the city for a month already, catching up with his mother, meeting up with old friends and finalizing some deals here and there regarding Yixing's trainings in Vancouver.
Coming from a win in the latest Grand Prix, Yixing didn't want to slack off, especially when he is being coached by Yifan himself. He had wanted to stay in China but the competition in the country is too high and the number of rinks to skate on is too low. That's why the older of the two decided to bring Yixing to Vancouver to train and if he decides to try another place it can be easily managed from there. Which is why the two have been separated for a while, Yixing having to stay in China while he fixes his visa and finishes some promotions and give out the last of interviews before he disappears for training.
It hasn't been easy, especially since Yifan is the type to want to be close all the time but things won't work out the way they want it to and quickly, if they don't part for the time being. Face-timing and a hundred messages are their choice of medicine for the ache the absence of the other has caused, much like other couples who go through long distance relationships, promising each other every time that the days will pass by without them even noticing.
And true enough, that day has come. Yixing's flight will be arriving that afternoon and Yifan still hasn't decorated the house properly. Thank his mother for remembering to order a Christmas tree or else the former figure skater would have forgotten that as well, mind too cluttered with thoughts of Yixing.
Yifan blows on his bangs when he hauls out the remaining ornaments he still has to put up, the soft strands of platinum blond falling just above his eyes. He focuses on putting the lanterns around the trees, coiling lights around the shrubs before placing the Santa Claus right outside their door, switching it on to test whether it is moving. He nods to himself after doing a final check of his job, making sure all the lights are working before turning them off again and changing his clothes to drive off to the airport.
"Going to pick up Yixing?" His mother asks from the kitchen, the strong aroma of food being cooked flooding from the room where she's working hard on their dinner.
The younger comes in, lured by the smell, to drop a kiss on his mother's cheek. Eyeing the pots and pans when he replies, "Yeah."
"What about the Christmas tree?" She asks, not meeting his eyes as she concentrates on cutting the cookie in front of her.
"It'll have to wait until Yixing arrives," Yifan answers, already smiling at the thought of seeing the younger's face light up when he tells him he can decorate it. "I want him to dress it himself."
"I don't mind," his mother responds, "Yixing has good taste, unlike other people here."
"I am not aware of who you are talking about." The tall male makes a move to leave, ignoring his mother's chuckle from behind, only turning when she bids him good bye with a reminder to drive safe. Yifan's cheeks blush bright red when his mother adds, "I don't want my son-in-law to get injured."
"Mother," the younger can't help the quiver in his voice, "I haven't even asked for his hand."
"You better hurry," his mother teases him, "I read a news somewhere that that skater from Sweden has his eyes on your Yixing."
"He wouldn't dare," the words are heavy and laden with anger but his mother just laughs at him.
"Go and pick him up already. You can think about it later."
Yifan heeds his mother's advise and leaves, groaning every now and then when he remembers the way the Swedish skater, his mother was talking about, looked at Yixing as if he would devour him even when the whole world already knew that Yifan is his boyfriend.
All thoughts disappear, however, when he catches sight of Yixing's black hair, so long it falls to his eyes. The younger, having been busy with finishing up all his tasks before leaving, did not have enough time to go to the salon to get it cut.
Yifan’s feet are faster than his mind as they take him to his beloved, arms scooping the younger up and into his chest, uncaring of the glances thrown at their direction. They hug so tight and Yixing buries his face so deep into Yifan’s neck that his breath fogged up his rimmed spectacles, his view unclear when he opens his eyes.
"I missed you," the elder breathes into Yixing's neck, smiling when he feels the younger shudder. When he lets the smaller man down, he notices tears rimming the other's eyes and he pulls the other in for another hug, his reaction enough to convey more than what his words can.
The ride back to his mother's place is rather quiet, Yixing falling asleep halfway through Yifan's story of meeting his cousin the day before. The elder knows that the other must not have caught a wink during the plane ride, anxious to see the taller male again. And the coach finds it endearing and frightening at the same time. He doesn't want to be apart from Yixing ever again.
（＾ν＾）
Dinner was supposed to be a small occasion, just the three of them around the table of his mother's dining room. But word got around that Yixing will be there and Yifan’s relatives seem to feel the need to meet the younger man. And when Yifan told his boyfriend about it after waking him from his sleep, the shorter one’s smile falters. It's not that he doesn't want to meet his boyfriend’s family, it's just that he can't help but remember how some of the other's relatives reacted when the former figure skater said he'd stop his career to coach Yixing instead. He's afraid that some of the people who he'll meet later will be the same, and even with Yifan's reassurance, he can't help but be scared in his skin.
"They love you, Yixing." The elder kisses his temple. "My relatives in China may have been harsh on you but the people here are nice," he can feel Yifan smiling against his skin, turning a little more at ease to the idea, "I think being a Canadian has rubbed off on them."
They enter the house after many more reassurances from the elder and Yifan's mother all but flings herself to Yixing when the skater finally steps into her home, fond of the younger man ever since she met him.
"Oh, my child," she whispers while she cups Yixing's cheeks. From beside the smaller man, Yifan clears his throat and leans down to tell his mother, "Excuse me, I'm your child." But the woman just waves her son off and instead pulls Yixing into the living room where the Christmas tree is waiting for the younger.
"You must be tired," she says as she lightly pushes Yixing to sit down on the couch. "I prepared tea for you and some cookies." She points towards the table beside the younger, shushing him when he tells her that he needs to help Yifan haul his luggage in. "He's a strong man," the elder tells him, "he can handle it himself." She leaves the skater on his own when she hears the ding of the oven, excusing herself to her kitchen after telling the younger to feel at home.
"Want to decorate it now?" Yifan asks when he comes into the living room, Yixing eyeing his luggage lined up by the entrance behind the taller man. He nods, facing the tree before setting his cup on the table to stand up and get to work. He barely had any sleep on the plane but the smile he sees on Yifan's lips while they hang baubles and choose which lights to use easily recharges him better than anything, finding his arms moving fast and his legs holding him steadier when he tip toes to place more ornaments on the tree. They step back after lighting it up, Yifan's arm sliding around his waist to pull him against a strong chest.
"You can take a nap if you want," Yifan kisses his nape and the younger wishes he would do more than just press those lips on his skin, "the guests won't arrive until seven." But he does feel the exhaustion and nods along when the taller male tugs his hand to lead him upstairs to Yifan's room.
（＾ν＾）
Surprisingly, the dinner went well and everybody seems to take a liking to Yixing especially Yifan's nieces and nephews, poking the skater's dimple every time it would make an appearance. But the lack of sleep and the jet lag gradually drained him and it was no shock to Yifan to find the younger sitting on the couch in the entertainment area with one of his nephews. The two are fast asleep, one of the toddler's chubby cheeks cushioned against Yixing's shoulder as he is settled in the skater's embrace. Yifan inhales and feels warmth spread through his chest at the sight, halting by the entrance to just watch the two. After a while, he takes out his phone and snaps a few photos before walking towards them to sit on the arm of the couch.
Softly, the elder shakes the skater awake, heart warming when he sees his boyfriend's heavy lids flutter open. He informs Yixing that the child's parents are going and are looking for him. Without handing the little boy to Yifan, the younger stands up and asks the taller male to lead him to them, passing the child to his mother himself.
They say their goodbyes and clean up afterwards, Yixing helping despite Yifan and his boyfriend's mother's insistence that they can handle it and that he should rest. He does retire to their room earlier though, letting the shower run hot water onto his body before resting on the bed. He tries to relax but finds it hard to sleep without Yifan beside him that when the door finally creaks open to reveal the taller male, he suddenly feels relief.
"Hey," the elder says when he sees the brown eyes trained at him, the bed dipping at his weight.
Yixing hums, closing his eyes when the other cups his cheek, unconsciously leaning into his boyfriend's large hand. He exhales, all the exhaustion melting into the mattress beneath him just by the touch.
There is wonder in the elder's eyes when he stares at Yixing, still in disbelief that the skater is there beside him, choosing to be with him despite the many who are throwing themselves at him. The small smile on the younger’s lips reminds Yifan of the night, of how the shorter male weaved through his family so effortlessly earlier, the children loving him so easily. He recalls the image of Yixing and his nephew sleeping soundly on the couch a while ago and he wishes he can have that with his boyfriend, if not now - since the younger is focused on his career - maybe in the near future.
"What are you thinking of?" Yixing asks, eyes opening slightly to look up at the elder. He smiles against Yifan's lips when the taller male leans down, unable to fight the urge to kiss the younger.
"I'm thinking of marrying you," the elder whispers, firm despite it's breathy texture. He's certain that he wants to spend the rest of his life with Yixing, despite having only been in a relationship with him for three years.
With that confession, the skater gasps, eyes flying wide open to into the elder's brown orbs, only to find nothing but sincerity.
"It will be a great Christmas gift if you say yes," Yifan says, eyes locked with Yixing, pleading subtly as he reaches for one of the younger's hands to kiss the back of it.
The smaller male covers his mouth, eyes watering as he nods in reply. The elder removes Yixing’s hand and kisses him again.
"I want to hear you say it, baby," Yifan requests, his own vision blurring, lips brushing against Yixing’s.
"Yes, Yifan," tears continuously roll down Yixing's cheeks, the well of emotions intensified by the built up want to be with Yifan ever since they had to part even just for a while, "I will marry you."
Yifan forgets what words are, pressing the younger down the mattress to kiss him instead. They spend a few minutes just letting their lips glide smoothly against each other, slotting and moving with practiced ease. The taller male gingerly pulls away after a while, peppering kisses all over his boyfriend's face before rolling over to get something from his nightstand.
"I'm not supposed to give this to you yet," Yifan heaves before facing the younger again, "but I don't think there's any need to hide it anymore."
A gasp leaves Yixing's mouth once again, when he sees what the elder is referring to. Silver bands cushioned in between the velvety material twinkle up at him, a diamond sitting in the middle of each shine as the light hits it. Yifan doesn't wait to take the smaller of the pair and slip it into Yixing's ring finger, the younger looking at the accessory on his finger with an astonished look on his face.
"One day, I will wear it on your finger," the taller male takes the skater’s hand and kisses the digit with the ring on, "with a promise to make you happy and love you forever even to the next lifetimes."
"Yifan…" Yixing's voice is shaking but he's strong enough to pull his boyfriend down, his mind too hazy and his heart too full to speak any more. He knows there is no need for a promise or for any other words because Yifan already makes him feel how loved he is.
Snow trickles outside as the two share more words of adoration, keeping the other warm by their mere presence. It's not as grand as when Yifan announced that he will be stepping down as the famed Chinese figure skater to coach his then-junior in the sport, Yixing. It's not as graceful as when Yixing landed that quadruple salchow that probably won him that gold in his last grand prix. However, it feels a million times more explosive when Yifan asks in the quiet of their room where no one is watching, no one is cheering; just them, wrapped in each other's love. Here, where no one can see, Yifan and Yixing know they don't need big words or a theatric presentation; they just need each other and their love.
It's not as grand as when Yifan announced that he will be stepping down as the famed Chinese figure skater to coach his then-junior in the sport, Yixing. It's not as graceful as when Yixing landed that quadruple salchow that probably won him that gold in his last grand prix. However, it feels a million times more explosive when Yifan asks in the quiet of their room where no one is watching, no one is cheering; just them, wrapped in each other's love.
It’s the Yuri on Ice au fic no one asked for XD Merry Christmas everyone^~^
White covers the earth and the chilly breeze makes him shiver in his boots but Yifan works to put up Christmas lights on the trees in front of their house. His mother has been telling him about fixing it but the tall man has pushed it so far back that he almost forgot about it. He's been busy planning out his trip with Yixing, listing down their itinerary for when the younger arrives, his first time in Vancouver. The elder has been in the city for a month already, catching up with his mother, meeting up with old friends and finalizing some deals here and there regarding Yixing's trainings in Vancouver.
Coming from a win in the latest Grand Prix, Yixing didn't want to slack off, especially when he is being coached by Yifan himself. He had wanted to stay in China but the competition in the country is too high and the number of rinks to skate on is too low. That's why the older of the two decided to bring Yixing to Vancouver to train and if he decides to try another place it can be easily managed from there. Which is why the two have been separated for a while, Yixing having to stay in China while he fixes his visa and finishes some promotions and give out the last of interviews before he disappears for training.
It hasn't been easy, especially since Yifan is the type to want to be close all the time but things won't work out the way they want it to and quickly, if they don't part for the time being. Face-timing and a hundred messages are their choice of medicine for the ache the absence of the other has caused, much like other couples who go through long distance relationships, promising each other every time that the days will pass by without them even noticing.
And true enough, that day has come. Yixing's flight will be arriving that afternoon and Yifan still hasn't decorated the house properly. Thank his mother for remembering to order a Christmas tree or else the former figure skater would have forgotten that as well, mind too cluttered with thoughts of Yixing.
Yifan blows on his bangs when he hauls out the remaining ornaments he still has to put up, the soft strands of platinum blond falling just above his eyes. He focuses on putting the lanterns around the trees, coiling lights around the shrubs before placing the Santa Claus right outside their door, switching it on to test whether it is moving. He nods to himself after doing a final check of his job, making sure all the lights are working before turning them off again and changing his clothes to drive off to the airport.
"Going to pick up Yixing?" His mother asks from the kitchen, the strong aroma of food being cooked flooding from the room where she's working hard on their dinner.
The younger comes in, lured by the smell, to drop a kiss on his mother's cheek. Eyeing the pots and pans when he replies, "Yeah."
"What about the Christmas tree?" She asks, not meeting his eyes as she concentrates on cutting the cookie in front of her.
"It'll have to wait until Yixing arrives," Yifan answers, already smiling at the thought of seeing the younger's face light up when he tells him he can decorate it. "I want him to dress it himself."
"I don't mind," his mother responds, "Yixing has good taste, unlike other people here."
"I am not aware of who you are talking about." The tall male makes a move to leave, ignoring his mother's chuckle from behind, only turning when she bids him good bye with a reminder to drive safe. Yifan's cheeks blush bright red when his mother adds, "I don't want my son-in-law to get injured."
"Mother," the younger can't help the quiver in his voice, "I haven't even asked for his hand."
"You better hurry," his mother teases him, "I read a news somewhere that that skater from Sweden has his eyes on your Yixing."
"He wouldn't dare," the words are heavy and laden with anger but his mother just laughs at him.
"Go and pick him up already. You can think about it later."
Yifan heeds his mother's advise and leaves, groaning every now and then when he remembers the way the Swedish skater, his mother was talking about, looked at Yixing as if he would devour him even when the whole world already knew that Yifan is his boyfriend.
All thoughts disappear, however, when he catches sight of Yixing's black hair, so long it falls to his eyes. The younger, having been busy with finishing up all his tasks before leaving, did not have enough time to go to the salon to get it cut.
Yifan’s feet are faster than his mind as they take him to his beloved, arms scooping the younger up and into his chest, uncaring of the glances thrown at their direction. They hug so tight and Yixing buries his face so deep into Yifan’s neck that his breath fogged up his rimmed spectacles, his view unclear when he opens his eyes.
"I missed you," the elder breathes into Yixing's neck, smiling when he feels the younger shudder. When he lets the smaller man down, he notices tears rimming the other's eyes and he pulls the other in for another hug, his reaction enough to convey more than what his words can.
The ride back to his mother's place is rather quiet, Yixing falling asleep halfway through Yifan's story of meeting his cousin the day before. The elder knows that the other must not have caught a wink during the plane ride, anxious to see the taller male again. And the coach finds it endearing and frightening at the same time. He doesn't want to be apart from Yixing ever again.
（＾ν＾）
Dinner was supposed to be a small occasion, just the three of them around the table of his mother's dining room. But word got around that Yixing will be there and Yifan’s relatives seem to feel the need to meet the younger man. And when Yifan told his boyfriend about it after waking him from his sleep, the shorter one’s smile falters. It's not that he doesn't want to meet his boyfriend’s family, it's just that he can't help but remember how some of the other's relatives reacted when the former figure skater said he'd stop his career to coach Yixing instead. He's afraid that some of the people who he'll meet later will be the same, and even with Yifan's reassurance, he can't help but be scared in his skin.
"They love you, Yixing." The elder kisses his temple. "My relatives in China may have been harsh on you but the people here are nice," he can feel Yifan smiling against his skin, turning a little more at ease to the idea, "I think being a Canadian has rubbed off on them."
They enter the house after many more reassurances from the elder and Yifan's mother all but flings herself to Yixing when the skater finally steps into her home, fond of the younger man ever since she met him.
"Oh, my child," she whispers while she cups Yixing's cheeks. From beside the smaller man, Yifan clears his throat and leans down to tell his mother, "Excuse me, I'm your child." But the woman just waves her son off and instead pulls Yixing into the living room where the Christmas tree is waiting for the younger.
"You must be tired," she says as she lightly pushes Yixing to sit down on the couch. "I prepared tea for you and some cookies." She points towards the table beside the younger, shushing him when he tells her that he needs to help Yifan haul his luggage in. "He's a strong man," the elder tells him, "he can handle it himself." She leaves the skater on his own when she hears the ding of the oven, excusing herself to her kitchen after telling the younger to feel at home.
"Want to decorate it now?" Yifan asks when he comes into the living room, Yixing eyeing his luggage lined up by the entrance behind the taller man. He nods, facing the tree before setting his cup on the table to stand up and get to work. He barely had any sleep on the plane but the smile he sees on Yifan's lips while they hang baubles and choose which lights to use easily recharges him better than anything, finding his arms moving fast and his legs holding him steadier when he tip toes to place more ornaments on the tree. They step back after lighting it up, Yifan's arm sliding around his waist to pull him against a strong chest.
"You can take a nap if you want," Yifan kisses his nape and the younger wishes he would do more than just press those lips on his skin, "the guests won't arrive until seven." But he does feel the exhaustion and nods along when the taller male tugs his hand to lead him upstairs to Yifan's room.
（＾ν＾）
Surprisingly, the dinner went well and everybody seems to take a liking to Yixing especially Yifan's nieces and nephews, poking the skater's dimple every time it would make an appearance. But the lack of sleep and the jet lag gradually drained him and it was no shock to Yifan to find the younger sitting on the couch in the entertainment area with one of his nephews. The two are fast asleep, one of the toddler's chubby cheeks cushioned against Yixing's shoulder as he is settled in the skater's embrace. Yifan inhales and feels warmth spread through his chest at the sight, halting by the entrance to just watch the two. After a while, he takes out his phone and snaps a few photos before walking towards them to sit on the arm of the couch.
Softly, the elder shakes the skater awake, heart warming when he sees his boyfriend's heavy lids flutter open. He informs Yixing that the child's parents are going and are looking for him. Without handing the little boy to Yifan, the younger stands up and asks the taller male to lead him to them, passing the child to his mother himself.
They say their goodbyes and clean up afterwards, Yixing helping despite Yifan and his boyfriend's mother's insistence that they can handle it and that he should rest. He does retire to their room earlier though, letting the shower run hot water onto his body before resting on the bed. He tries to relax but finds it hard to sleep without Yifan beside him that when the door finally creaks open to reveal the taller male, he suddenly feels relief.
"Hey," the elder says when he sees the brown eyes trained at him, the bed dipping at his weight.
Yixing hums, closing his eyes when the other cups his cheek, unconsciously leaning into his boyfriend's large hand. He exhales, all the exhaustion melting into the mattress beneath him just by the touch.
There is wonder in the elder's eyes when he stares at Yixing, still in disbelief that the skater is there beside him, choosing to be with him despite the many who are throwing themselves at him. The small smile on the younger’s lips reminds Yifan of the night, of how the shorter male weaved through his family so effortlessly earlier, the children loving him so easily. He recalls the image of Yixing and his nephew sleeping soundly on the couch a while ago and he wishes he can have that with his boyfriend, if not now - since the younger is focused on his career - maybe in the near future.
"What are you thinking of?" Yixing asks, eyes opening slightly to look up at the elder. He smiles against Yifan's lips when the taller male leans down, unable to fight the urge to kiss the younger.
"I'm thinking of marrying you," the elder whispers, firm despite it's breathy texture. He's certain that he wants to spend the rest of his life with Yixing, despite having only been in a relationship with him for three years.
With that confession, the skater gasps, eyes flying wide open to into the elder's brown orbs, only to find nothing but sincerity.
"It will be a great Christmas gift if you say yes," Yifan says, eyes locked with Yixing, pleading subtly as he reaches for one of the younger's hands to kiss the back of it.
The smaller male covers his mouth, eyes watering as he nods in reply. The elder removes Yixing’s hand and kisses him again.
"I want to hear you say it, baby," Yifan requests, his own vision blurring, lips brushing against Yixing’s.
"Yes, Yifan," tears continuously roll down Yixing's cheeks, the well of emotions intensified by the built up want to be with Yifan ever since they had to part even just for a while, "I will marry you."
Yifan forgets what words are, pressing the younger down the mattress to kiss him instead. They spend a few minutes just letting their lips glide smoothly against each other, slotting and moving with practiced ease. The taller male gingerly pulls away after a while, peppering kisses all over his boyfriend's face before rolling over to get something from his nightstand.
"I'm not supposed to give this to you yet," Yifan heaves before facing the younger again, "but I don't think there's any need to hide it anymore."
A gasp leaves Yixing's mouth once again, when he sees what the elder is referring to. Silver bands cushioned in between the velvety material twinkle up at him, a diamond sitting in the middle of each shine as the light hits it. Yifan doesn't wait to take the smaller of the pair and slip it into Yixing's ring finger, the younger looking at the accessory on his finger with an astonished look on his face.
"One day, I will wear it on your finger," the taller male takes the skater’s hand and kisses the digit with the ring on, "with a promise to make you happy and love you forever even to the next lifetimes."
"Yifan…" Yixing's voice is shaking but he's strong enough to pull his boyfriend down, his mind too hazy and his heart too full to speak any more. He knows there is no need for a promise or for any other words because Yifan already makes him feel how loved he is.
Snow trickles outside as the two share more words of adoration, keeping the other warm by their mere presence. It's not as grand as when Yifan announced that he will be stepping down as the famed Chinese figure skater to coach his then-junior in the sport, Yixing. It's not as graceful as when Yixing landed that quadruple salchow that probably won him that gold in his last grand prix. However, it feels a million times more explosive when Yifan asks in the quiet of their room where no one is watching, no one is cheering; just them, wrapped in each other's love. Here, where no one can see, Yifan and Yixing know they don't need big words or a theatric presentation; they just need each other and their love.