Hi, Pandora here with the last chapter of this fic! We're really pleased at the response to this fic and really hope you enjoy this final chapter! :D

Saturday rolls around muggy, grey and dreary and Chris feels like his stomach is roiling like the clouds outside. He's not used to being nervous but he genuinely isn't sure how this is going to go and the stakes are higher than he's used to. Add to all that the fact that everything about Phichit is utterly disarming and Chris is practically a wreck. He's dressed for confidence – wearing his favourite shirt (now that he has it back) and lucky socks because if superstition is going to pay off on any day Chris needs it to be today – and he has a (fresh) bouquet clutched in his hands.

When he finally got a message from Phichit (not long after he spoke to Yuuri and Viktor but he doesn't want to read into that too much and get his hopes up) he was over the moon, as brief as the message and ensuing conversation was, and the wait to today seemed interminable. Now that it's finally here he's determined that he's going to fix things.

The park bench he's sitting on is under the shade of a lovely rhododendron bush, the flowers coming to the end of their season but still surrounding the area in a soft pink. Chris is just grateful that it's not raining as he opens the top button of his shirt against the late summer heat.

Phichit comes into his line of sight from around the corner of the ice cream kiosk, face a little flushed and gait slow, and Chris stands up to greet him. It feels like an age before they stand before one another but eventually they do, Chris still holding the flowers and Phichit not entirely meeting his gaze.

"Hey," says Chris, knowing how awkward he sounds but unable to let the silence drag on any longer.

"Hi," Phichit says softly, finally looking at him properly.

"Uh, I got these for you." Chris offers the flowers in his arms: purple and white because the colours reminded him of the blankets slung over the back of Phichit's sofa.

"Oh, thanks..." Phichit takes them, his expression halfway between a smile and a question until the question seems to win out. "Should... should we sit down?"

Chris nods and they do so. Phichit's fingers gently caress the edges of the flower petals, a little frown creasing his forehead that Chris desperately wants to kiss away but he stops himself – he can't risk scaring Phichit away now.

"Thanks for–"

"Can I–"

They both stop, their overlapping sentences dying away as they look at each other awkwardly. Chris clears his throat.

"Sorry," he says. "Thanks for meeting with me. I... You go."

Phichit half-nods; when he talks it's more to the flowers than to Chris. "Can I... I need to say something and I think I need to say it kind of fast if that makes sense."

Phichit looks into his eyes and Chris nods, not wanting to interrupt any more.

"So..." Phichit's fingers tremble very slightly and Chris watches him grip the bouquet stems a little tighter. "I'm sorry I went AWOL but I..." He takes a deep breath. "I saw you with Alex at the shop last weekend and I get it if you want to... to go back to him because I know how cut up you were about it but..." He lifts one hand to wipe it across his face, tears spreading on his cheekbones. "But I... I feel so much for you and I've never felt this way before about anyone and I needed to tell you even though I don't know what to call it because I think I do know but it's huge and–"

Chris can't help himself anymore; he reaches out and cups the back of Phichit's neck to pull him into a kiss. The paper around the flowers crinkles between them as Chris pulls away again, looking into Phichit's confused face.

"I'm sorry," says Chris, sinking back onto the bench properly. "I shouldn't have done that."

Phichit clears his throat, shifting the flowers in his lap as more tears escape his eyes. "I... No, I... I don't understand," he says. "What... What are you..."

"I love you."

Phichit freezes, mouth dropping open as he stares at Chris. "What?"

"I love you," Chris repeats, leaning towards Phichit slightly. "I didn't realise it until I met up with Alex to get my stuff. I'm crazy about you and I can't imagine my life without you."

Phichit blinks, eyes swimming. "So... you only went to get your stuff back?"

Chris nods. "He said he wanted to clear the air... then he told me he loved me."

"He did?"

"Yes," says Chris. "But I told him I was falling in love with someone else."

Phichit clutches the flowers to his chest, catching his breath on a soft half-sob. His eyes are wide and shining as he asks, "R-really?"

"Yes," nods Chris, fighting tears of his own. "I never intended to get back together with him. I'm really sorry for all the crap this caused."

Phichit shakes his head. "Why did you say you had a family thing though?"

Chris grimaces. "Sorry," he says again. "I meant to tell you but then you called and you'd had a bad day and I just... I panicked. It was stupid."

"Very," agrees Phichit.

"So..." Chris starts, wiping his eyes with his fingers. "Can I make it up to you?"

Phichit doesn't respond, instead dropping the flowers as he throws his arms around Chris' neck and kisses him full on the mouth. Kissing Phichit back, Chris wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him close as they melt into the kiss.

"I love you too," Phichit whispers as they part.

When they get back to Phichit's after a long chat over coffee, they can barely take their hands off each other. Once he's got the door open and they're inside, Phichit pushes Chris up against it, leaning up on his tip toes to kiss him hard, and Chris suppresses a gasp and a grin. There's an urgency to their movements, like they have something to prove to one another – and in Chris' mind he knows he wants to show Phichit just how much he means to him.

Phichit pulls back, looking up at Chris with dark eyes. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," sighs Chris, fingers twisting into the fabric of Phichit's t-shirt at his waist. "So much. I'm never letting you go again."

Phichit kisses him again, tongue licking along Chris' lower lip before sliding into his mouth and drawing a low moan from Chris. He can't get enough of Phichit.

"Shall we... go... to my room?" asks Phichit between kisses.

"Please," says Chris; his voice is unsteady and his jeans are already beginning to feel a little tighter than usual.

Phichit steps back, the two of them kicking off their shoes hurriedly, before dragging Chris by his belt loops through the flat, stealing kisses as they go. The flowers end up on the sofa and Chris takes the opportunity to lift Phichit in his arms. Phichit wraps his legs around Chris' waist, clinging to him and starting to litter Chris' neck with more kisses as they head to Phichit's bedroom. When he sinks onto the bed, Chris has to swallow a groan at the mixture of Phichit starting to nibble on his earlobe and Phichit's weight settling in his lap. Showing no mercy, Phichit shifts his hips and Chris can't keep in a moan this time.

"You're amazing," he says softly, fingers at the hem of Phichit's t-shirt. "May I?"

"Please," says Phichit, moving back and letting Chris take it off him. His hands go to Chris' buttons, opening them until he can push it off Chris' shoulders before pushing him onto his back and kissing him breathless. Chris runs his hands up Phichit's sides, feeling the scar on his ribs and panting breaths. Part of him is relieved to feel how affected Phichit is too and he lifts his hips, getting a delicious moan into his mouth at the friction between them.

"Chris," Phichit rasps when Chris does it again. "I need you."

Chris lets his hands go down to Phichit's waistband and pops open the button before pulling down the zip. Getting up off the bed, Phichit shimmies out of his shorts and underwear, Chris following suit with his jeans and socks. As Phichit returns to the bed he grabs a condom and lube from the bedside table, leaving them beside Chris on the bed and straddling him once more. Chris reaches for the lube but Phichit picks it up instead, popping the cap.

"I'll do it," he says, grinning devilishly. "Just sit back and enjoy."

Chris smiles. "As you wish," he says softly as Phichit starts to coat his fingers.

Phichit braces himself on Chris' stomach with one hand as he reaches back with the other, slipping the first finger inside himself on a soft groan. Lube drips from Phichit's fingers onto Chris' balls and Chris reaches down to stroke his own cock once, the light friction offering some relief, before he closes his hand around Phichit's dick. Phichit whines, adding another finger as his hips stutter irresistibly forwards. Soon, Phichit has three fingers inside himself and his flush of arousal has spread down his chest as he gazes at Chris through glazed eyes.

"Chris," he moans as he angles his fingers differently and freezes for a second. "I'm... I'm ready."

Chris lets go of Phichit's cock and grabs the condom, wasting no time in putting it on along with more lube as Phichit withdraws his fingers. Guiding Chris' cock against himself, Phichit sinks down, lowering himself until he's sitting on Chris' thighs. Chris' fingers press at Phichit's hips, the incredible warm feeling of Phichit around his cock making his toes curl.

"Fuck, Chris," whimpers Phichit, arching his back and squeezing around him. "I love you."

"I love you too," sighs Chris as Phichit starts to slowly roll his hips.

His heart feels full to bursting with Phichit, full of all the beautiful expressions he makes, the glint in his eyes when he's excited or the way he hums to himself when he's concentrating. Phichit lifts his hips, dropping down again to coax louder sounds from them both, and Chris' nails dig into Phichit's thighs. They build to a slow rhythm, hearts racing and hands clutching for one another. Phichit leans down, capturing Chris' lips in another kiss, and Chris takes the opportunity to thrust up into him.

"Ah!" Phichit startles, pulling back to grin at Chris. He squeezes the muscles in his backside again, making Chris groan and follow him as he sits back up.

"You're gorgeous," Chris says, cupping Phichit's chin and kissing him again. Phichit smiles into the kiss, mouth slackening when Chris shifts under him and his cock moves inside him.

"Fuck," sighs Phichit, starting to move again in earnest, bouncing in Chris' lap. Chris grasps his hands under Phichit's ass, massaging the firm flesh and enjoying the squeak he gets in return.

They move in sync on the bed, stealing kisses but mostly panting together as they approach their ends. When Phichit starts to writhe around in his lap, Chris moves one hand from Phichit's backside to his erection, closing his fist around it and starting to pump in time with Phichit's movements. Phichit whines, muscles fluttering around Chris' cock as the tip of it drives against his prostate on every downward thrust.

"Oh my god," he gasps, head falling back; Chris leaves kisses up and down his exposed throat, tasting sweat on his lips. "Chris – Chris don't stop!"

"I won't," says Chris, breath spreading on Phichit's skin. "You getting close, beautiful?"

"Yeah," murmurs Phichit. "Yeah, you?"

"Yeah," concurs Chris.

"I love you," gasps Phichit just as Chris feels his dick jerk in his fist in orgasm. White spills over Chris' hand and spatters their stomachs while Phichit shakes, lips open on a loud cry.

The tight friction around Chris' cock tightens further and he soon follows, filling the condom as they both keep moving to ride out the pleasure together. When they come to a stop, Chris pulls Phichit in for one more kiss.

"I love you too," he says, voice soft and tender like a barely-opened flower, and Phichit's fingers draw slow shapes over his shoulders. "Thank you for giving me a second chance."

"I missed you too much," says Phichit, shifting onto his knees and letting Chris pull out. They let out a quiet sound in tandem before Phichit adds, "I'm so glad Yuuri got me to call you."

"So am I," says Chris. He takes off and disposes of the condom while Phichit cleans up, accepting tissues for his hands and skin. Soon after, they sink onto the bed again, trading giddy smiles and kisses. Chris never wants to let Phichit go again.

Summer soon fades into autumn, the foliage turning from green to gold as the air grows colder before eventually falling to the ground when winter sets in. Scarves and coats come out of hibernation and Phichit adds gingerbread-flavoured everything to the specials board at work while standing on a short stepladder.

"Is gingerbread the new pumpkin spice?" asks Yuri, leaning against the counter and watching Phichit as he writes.

"Guess so," says Phichit, checking the paper in his hand for the last one he needs to write.

"Good," says Yuri. "I hate pumpkin."

Phichit chuckles. "Yes, you made that very clear in September."

"Well it's true," says Yuri. "It's gross."

Behind them, the bell on the café door jingles as someone pushes it open and Phichit hears Yuri turn to see who it is.

"We're clo– oh," he says. The happy little thrill in Phichit's stomach intensifies at the change in tone, even before Yuri adds, "Phichit, your boyfriend is here."

The word 'boyfriend' still sends another happy pang through Phichit and he looks over his shoulder to see Chris at the door.

"Just give me a minute to get this done and then I'll get my coat," he grins.

"Sure thing," says Chris as Phichit turns back to the specials board. "What's with the formality Yura? Are you forgetting that I remember Viktor telling me when you were born? I'm practically part of your extended family."

Yuri scoffs. "Whatever."

"You can go if you want Yuri," says Phichit. "I'm locking up tonight anyway."

"Cool, thanks," says Yuri. Phichit hears him going over to the coat pegs and swapping his apron for his coat before going to the door. "See you later."

"Bye," Phichit and Chris say in unison. The bell jingles again and the door closes; Phichit listens to Chris walking around the counter to stand next to the stepladder.

"Alone at last."

"And I..." says Phichit, finishing up with the board, "am now done for the day."

He turns to look at Chris with a wide smile which Chris returns as he steps closer. Chris' arms wrap around Phichit's hips, lifting him off the stepladder.

"So I can steal you away now?" he asks, spinning with Phichit in his arms and getting giggles in return.

"I'm all yours," says Phichit, lowering his head to kiss Chris on the lips. "Let's go."