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shannys_cornerTitle: Long Distance Call :: Conversation
Status: COMPLETE (3/3)
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kiyala
Beta:lifeinahole27
Word Count: 8912
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, mansex, swearing, the usual
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS, I FINALLY FINISHED IT. I am so sorry for the ridiculously long wait, but look at the word count! It's like... three times the length of Chapter II! Erm yeah, I could prattle on but it's... 4:17am now so I think I WON'T. I told myself I wouldn't sleep until I was done with this monster, so here you go :D
Chapter I :: Dialing
Chapter II :: Connection
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As the days pass, the two of them become better at controlling themselves. They fall into a pattern of speaking on the phone every two days, alternating between which one of them makes the phone call. Their conversations comes easier, to the point where they speak almost as though they are sitting beside each other rather than several cities apart.
Ichigo finds himself falling even more in love with Uryuu’s laugh as they speak more, despite the fact that he’s been hearing it for years. The thought of him laughing now, on the phone, for only him to hear somehow makes it even more special. He makes more of an effort to make Uryuu laugh with his silly jokes and anything else that he can think of.
On the flip side, they also begin to argue on the phone as much as they do when they are together. Half-serious shouting matches that begin with an inconsequential disagreement that they fall into simply because it is familiar and it is just what they do. They are resolved quickly before they return to speaking normally and strange as it is, they both enjoy arguing with each other as much as they enjoy everything else.
They never run out of topics of conversation, having to force themselves to hang up once the hour gets too late. They find their conversation progressively becoming more personal as time passes, as they feel more comfortable with each other and what they can talk about.
But of course, at some point, Ichigo slips up.
They’re both lying in bed on a Tuesday night, talking about how much they look forward to seeing each other again.
“I can’t wait to kiss you again,” Uryuu murmurs longingly. “There’s this fleeting memory of the way your mouth tastes, and it’s just there at the back of my mind, teasing me. I’m just going to hold you down and kiss you all over, when we’re together again.”
“Fuck yes,” Ichigo replies, sounding extremely happy at the thought. “Gladly, Uryuu. I miss the way you taste, too.”
“I’d like to kiss other parts of you,” the Quincy says, a little hesitantly. “Your neck. Your chest… and maybe…”
He trails off suggestively and Ichigo grins. “Heh, I know what I’ll be thinking about when I jerk off tonight.”
There is a short silence and Ichigo realises what he’s said.
“Fuck. I wish I had a brain. I’m sorry Uryuu. I—”
“It’s alright,” Uryuu says quietly. The tone of his voice tells Ichigo how red his cheeks are. “It… it’s not like I don’t do the same thing.”
“What, touch yourself and think about me?” Ichigo blurts out, and then makes a face when he realises that he’s spoken without thinking again.
“…Y-Yeah. Heh, and here I was thinking I was the only pervert.”
This makes Ichigo laugh softly. “Not a chance.”
“So how do you like it?” Uryuu asks, his cheeks going red but letting his curiosity win out. “Nice and slow, or…?”
It takes Ichigo a moment to actually believe that he is having this discussion with Uryuu, and that the Quincy isn’t running in the opposite direction instead. And then he grins in embarrassment. “Slow. I… kind of imagined that’s how you’d do it.”
Uryuu chuckles. “Dragging it out for as long as you can? Teasing yourself until your self-control just dissolves away…?”
“Mmm, yeah.”
There’s a wicked grin on Uryuu’s face. The kind Ichigo wouldn’t ever associate with the other man unless he sees it. The fact that Ichigo sounds just as embarrassed as he does helps him ignore the voice in the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn’t be talking about this. Instead, he runs his tongue across his dry lips and says, “You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?”
Ichigo freezes for a moment, only just realising that his free hand is on the crotch of his pants. He palms his half-hard cock through the fabric and bites his lip, reminding himself that he needs to hold off until they’re done talking.
The silence says enough. Uryuu’s grin widens. “You are. I know it.”
“Uryuu—”
“Do it. You want to. Pretend it’s me, pulling your pants down. Teasing you through your boxers.”
Ichigo lets out a shaky breath. “Don’t get me started, Uryuu.”
“Please, Ichigo. I want to hear it.”
“Uryuu…” the Shinigami groans. He takes a breath and it helps his mind clear for a moment. “You too. With me.”
The Quincy bites his lower lip and nods slowly. “Mmm. Sounds good.”
Ichigo slides his hand into his pants, sighing as he wraps his hand around his cock. He hears a zipper being undone on the other end and grins. “You’re still in your work clothes.”
“Just my shirt and pants,” Uryuu tells him. “I took my jacket and tie off as soon as I got back from work.”
Ichigo pushes his pants down and strokes himself slowly with a sigh. Uryuu smiles. “Enjoying yourself?”
“Heh, what do you think?” the redhead asks, pulling his pants off completely before settling back on the bed. He hears a louder zip, knowing that Uryuu is taking his shirt off.
“I want you completely naked,” Uryuu whispers into the phone. “I don’t care if I can’t see it.”
Ichigo grins and pulls his shirt off before his boxers follow. “Mm, what now?”
“Stroke yourself. Slowly. So that you can feel every single motion you make. Every single centimetre your fingers touch of your dick.”
Moaning softly, Ichigo obeys. He focuses on the roughness of his hands against his erection, imagining them being slimmer and longer – being Ishida’s hands. The thought makes him groan out loud.
“Uryuu,” he gasps, his hands still trailing up and down his length. “C-Come on… pant for me.”
He hears the quiet gasping on the other end. Uryuu tightly shuts his eyes as he strokes himself, his movements firm and fast. He bites on his lower lip to keep silent, but as he hears Ichigo moan, he echoes it quietly.
“Ichigo… ah, Ichigo!”
Ichigo speeds up, stroking himself harder. He moans louder this time. “Fuck, Uryuu. Fuck… fuck, so close…”
Uryuu releases with a low moan of the other man’s name. It pushes Ichigo off the edge and he moans loudly as he comes hard.
They lie still for a moment, listening to each other panting and waiting for their breath to return. Uryuu makes a quiet, dissatisfied sound.
“I wish I was in your bed with you.”
“Me too,” Ichigo murmurs. “I’d be happy to just hold you right now.”
“I can’t wait to see you again,” Uryuu says quietly. “This wait is driving me insane.”
“You’re not the only one.”
Yawning, Uryuu gets up and grabs a towel from the bathroom. “Time to clean up…”
“You sound tired,” the redhead notes.
“I’d better get to bed,” the Quincy replies reluctantly. “Good night, Ichigo.”
“Talk to you later, Uryuu,” Ichigo says. “Good night.”
Ichigo cleans himself up and lies in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes in the darkness, turning over the thoughts in his mind. His eyes widen as he finally makes the decision.
The next day, he books a flight to Tokyo for the coming weekend.
*
Uryuu feels it from the moment he walks into the hotel lobby. He shakes it off, telling himself that he’s been thinking of Ichigo far too much over the past few days. They’d had phonesex twice since they’d first done it and his thoughts had already began circling around Ichigo, the phone and when they’d next be talking from the first night.
So when he feels something strikingly similar to Ichigo’s reiatsu, he simply chalks it up to the fact that he hasn’t stopped thinking of the redhead for days. But it gets stronger as he steps into the elevator. It makes his heartbeat quicken with hope before he tells himself to stop being stupid. He’s the only one in the elevator, so it goes straight up to the tenth floor, which is his. He takes his key out of his pocket, adjusting his grip on his briefcase before the doors open. And then they do, and the feeling floods him, far stronger than before.
He steps out of the elevator, unable to keep the hope from rising as he turns down the hallway.
Ichigo stands in front of room 1009, leaning against the door. He looks up as he hears feet falling heavily against the carpeted floor, grinning as he sees Uryuu running to him.
“You!” Uryuu cries, unable to keep himself from laughing as he drops his briefcase by his feet and wraps his arms around the other man. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d surprise you for the weekend,” Ichigo tells him, giving the Quincy an amused look and pulls him close, resting their foreheads together. “I missed you too much.”
Uryuu buries his face against Ichigo’s neck and sighs. “God, Ichigo. Who the hell would fly all the way here just for me?”
“I would,” Ichigo says and gives Uryuu an affectionate look. “I did. And don’t try telling me you’re not worth it.”
Smiling, Uryuu shakes his head. “Fine. Let’s get inside, shall we?”
He opens the door for them and Ichigo picks his briefcase up for him as they walk inside. They don’t get very far after shutting the door behind them. Uryuu reaches out, pulling Ichigo close to him. The redhead smiles, gently holding the other’s chin and tilting his head up so that they are nose to nose.
“It’s so good to see you again,” he murmurs, leaning closer.
Uryuu kisses him gently and runs his hands through Ichigo’s hair when he pulls away. “It is. I already knew I’d miss you when I left, but then… everything that’s happened…”
“Like me being unable to keep my hands off you any longer?” Ichigo asks with a grin. He rests his chin on the top of Uryuu’s head and sighs. “I know the timing was shit and I’m sorry about that, but I’m really glad I kissed you that night.”
Chuckling, the Quincy leans into the other man. “Idiot, you don’t need to apologise. I’m glad you did it too.”
Ichigo’s grin widens and he tilts his head to look at Uryuu before kissing him. They both quickly pull away when Ichigo’s stomach rumbles loudly and the redhead lets out an embarrassed laugh.
“Dinner?” Uryuu suggests, an eyebrow raised and an amused look in his eyes. “There’s a nice restaurant nearby that I’ve been to every now and then. I’m guessing you haven’t eaten anything since you left Karakura?”
“Couldn’t,” Ichigo replies sheepishly. “I was too nervous.”
Chuckling and giving the redhead a playful shove, Uryuu shakes his head. “Like you had any reason to be. Come on.”
*
To begin with, Uryuu is nervous about what to say to Ichigo and how to act with him when they are in the restaurant. When they get there, however, he then finds that they are both so hungry that conversation is minimal as they eat until they are full. But even then, he catches Ichigo watching him with a look that both thrills and embarrasses him at the same time.
They walk back to the hotel, standing closer to each other than necessary, glancing at each other every time their hands accidentally touch. The look in Ichigo’s eyes becomes more intense every time Uryuu looks at him. It has gone from an affectionate look to one that makes Uryuu feel as though he is about to be devoured. To his surprise, this makes him feel less embarrassed and far more excited.
It takes all of his self control not to pounce on the redhead when they are in the elevator going up to their room. Unsurprisingly, Ichigo has less self control than he does. The redhead reaches out, stroking the back of Uryuu’s head, going down to his back. He grins when the blue eyes settle on him.
“Don’t tempt me, Ichigo.”
“What are you talking about?” the redhead asks, moving closer. “You’re the one tempting me.”
Uryuu opens his mouth to reply, but the elevator stops two floors before theirs and they quickly move away from each other. The doors open for a cleaner, who pushes his trolley into the elevator. Uryuu gives him a polite nod, stepping away so he and Ichigo are standing on opposite sides of the elevator. It takes far too long for the doors to close and open up once again on their floor and they both glance at each other before stepping out.
The redhead waits until the doors have closed again before wrapping an arm around Uryuu’s shoulders and pulling him close. “Stupid guy, getting in my way.”
The Quincy chuckles, getting his key out and unlocking the door. “I don’t think it was on purpose. And anyway, no one’s in your way now.”
“Damn straight,” Ichigo murmurs and pulls him into their room, taking his shoes off at the door and turning around.
Uryuu does the same and walks towards him, his arms already coming up to hold Ichigo to him. They kiss without a word and the redhead brings his hands to the other’s face, stroking the soft cheeks with his thumbs. He parts his lips, sighing as Uryuu’s tongue meets his. They don’t move except for their tongues sliding against each other, focusing on the taste and the feel. Ichigo slowly pulls away and grins.
“It’s… kind of weird, you know. We haven’t even kissed all that much, but all those times over the phone…” they both grin a little in embarrassment and Ichigo pulls Uryuu against him, whispering in his ear. “I want to make you moan like that. With my hands and… I want to do more than that.”
Uryuu turns away so that Ichigo can’t see his blush, and tightens his grip on the redhead. “M-Me too, Ichigo…”
Ichigo chuckles. “We… don’t need to rush things. I’m here until Monday morning, after all.”
“That’s tonight, tomorrow and the day after. Two days and one night—I’m sure that’s still considered to be rushing things. Not that I mind.”
“We’re a special case, aren’t we?” Ichigo asks, his hands on Uryuu’s sides. He presses his lips to the Quincy’s forehead and keeps them there as he continues speaking. “I really do want to kiss you a lot more, you know. I’ve only had the vague memory of the way you taste before. I want to memorise it. I don’t ever want to forget how it…”
He trails off and presses his lips to Uryuu’s. The dark haired man holds Ichigo by the shoulders and smiles. “We could… move somewhere a little more comfortable, you know. Better than standing near the door.”
They intend to sit on the sofa. Somehow, they end up on the double bed instead. Uryuu pulls Ichigo on top of him, craning his neck up so that their lips meet. Ichigo places his hands on either side of the Quincy’s slender body, supporting himself so that he isn’t putting any weight on the other. Uryuu doesn’t approve, tugging on Ichigo’s shirt. The Shinigami resists and Uryuu makes an irritated sound, wrapping his arms around the other and pulling so that Ichigo can no longer hold himself up. They fall heavily onto the mattress and they both gasp, first at the sudden drop and then at the position they are in.
Uryuu has his legs wrapped around Ichigo’s waist, and he feels an extra surge of blood and pleasure to his groin at the way the redhead’s half-hard penis presses against his own through their pants.
“I’m… sorry,” Ichigo whispers and Uryuu laughs.
“What for?” he asks quietly. He grabs Ichigo’s wrist, pulling one of the large hands to the front of his pants. He hears Ichigo’s shaky gasp when he presses the redhead’s hand against his erection. He uses the other hand to touch Ichigo’s face, coaxing the other to look back at him. “I’m in the same state as you are, Ichigo. God, we’ve touched ourselves to the sound of each other’s voice. We’ve shared our masturbation fantasies. We’ve moaned for each other when—”
Ichigo cuts him off with a kiss. “That’s different. This… this feels so much more real. Better. I just… need a sec.”
Uryuu grins, holding the sides of Ichigo’s face. “We’ll take it slow. Just like you said. We’ve got some time and…”
Ichigo kisses him gently. They smile at each other and the redhead moves on to his neck, kissing it before carefully biting it. Uryuu gasps loudly, jerking against Ichigo. The redhead pulls away, but Uryuu holds the back of his head.
“Don’t stop. That felt good.”
Ichigo pauses for a moment, and sinks his teeth into the soft skin. Uryuu cries out loudly, and the way his grip tightens on Ichigo lets the redhead know that he likes it. Ichigo pulls back a fraction to look at the bite mark he’s left on the other’s neck and grins, licking it before he kisses his way back up to Uryuu’s mouth. Uryuu happily surrenders to the kiss and they lose themselves to the taste and feel of each other’s lips and tongues, unaware of the way they begin rocking against each other. They move gently at first until Uryuu pulls away, panting. His gaze locks with Ichigo’s and neither of them stop moving.
Uryuu grabs a fistful of Ichigo’s shirt, trying to pull him even closer. “More.”
Ichigo doesn’t need to think twice. He holds Uryuu’s sides, grinding against him harder. Their erections strain against their pants and Ichigo finds that this isn’t enough. He needs to see, to touch. He pushes himself up onto his knees and bends over Uryuu, undoing the Quincy’s belt and unzipping his pants. Uryuu’s eyes widen but before he can protest, Ichigo reaches out to the head of his cock, sticking out from his underwear, and gives the entire length one firm stroke.
Uryuu melts, the protest dying in his throat. Ichigo feels him sink into the mattress, sees the content look in the blue eyes and smiles a little. He gives Uryuu’s penis another stroke, and another until he falls into a steady rhythm. Uryuu’s panting turns into whimpers, to a jumble of sounds from the back of his throat, and then finally, a moan as he arches off the bed.
“Ichigo,” he gasps. It sounds similar to the moan Ichigo has heard several times on the phone, but it’s more desperate. Breathier and a lot more rushed.
The redhead kisses him hard, his hand still sliding up and down the length. “Come for me, Uryuu.”
The Quincy does, moaning the first two syllables of Ichigo’s name. He releases onto Ichigo’s shirt as the Shinigami leans over him and it makes Ichigo grin and Uryuu gasp.
“Oh, fuck. Your shirt! I’m sorry—”
Ichigo laughs, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. “It had buttons, Uryuu. I’m pretty sure it would’ve been wrecked anyway.”
Looking embarrased, Uryuu runs his fingers down Ichigo’s bare chest and pulls him back down so they are pressed against each other. “It’s my turn, then.”
Ichigo cannot conceal his anticipation and Uryuu raises an eyebrow in amusement as he rolls them over on the bed. He sits on Ichigo’s legs, undoing the redhead’s pants before taking them entirely off. His underwear follows and Ichigo is left naked on the bed, his face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Uryuu gets to his feet, undressing as well. The feeling of their bare bodies against each other is enough to make Ichigo moan softly.
“What a gorgeous expression,” Uryuu murmurs against Ichigo’s parted lips, kissing him as he begins stroking Ichigo.
Shuddering with pleasure, Ichigo arches into the other man’s touch and silently begs for more. Uryuu smiles, teasing the entire length with his fingers before pulling away.
“No…” Ichigo mumbles in protest, but raises his eyebrows as Uryuu shifts his position on the redhead’s lap.
“Just lie back and enjoy yourself,” Uryuu whispers, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. With one hand, he holds his own half-hard cock and with the other, Ichigo’s. It’s the last sight Ichigo takes in before Uryuu rubs them together, making the redhead shut his eyes and let his head fall back with a low groan.
He feels Uryuu harden against his own cock. He bites his lip, reminding himself that they’re in a hotel suite and they shouldn’t be too loud, just in case they are heard. But with the way Uryuu pulls his foreskin back and grinds so that even their balls rub against each other, this self control doesn’t last long.
“Uryuu!” he gasps, his hand moving to their erections so that he can rub them together as well. Uryuu moves one of his hands away and their fingers meet around the hard, quivering flesh.
Uryuu rubs his thumb against the vein that runs along the underside of the redhead’s cock and Ichigo loses himself to the pleasure, moaning loudly as he releases. The Quincy keeps going until he releases for a second time. Their hands fall away from each other and Ichigo pulls Uryuu down into his arms. They lie on the bed, still covered in sweat and semen as they pant together. Uryuu watches the rise and fall of Ichigo’s chest silently until Ichigo shifts his position so that they’re looking into each other’s eyes.
“I… wasn’t expecting my Friday night to turn out like this,” Uryuu says, laughing quietly. He kisses Ichigo deeply before propping himself up on his elbows. “I think I need a shower, though. Would you… like to join me?”
They do it all over again under the soothing spray of warm water. They hold each other close and kiss, their bodies slippery against each other as they take turns pinning each other to the wall and grinding just like before.
They come out of the shower, wrapped in hotel bath robes, happy and tired. They collapse on the bed, which Uryuu had changed the sheets of before their shower, kissing idly.
“Mine,” Ichigo murmurs, wrapping a possessive arm around Uryuu’s waist and they smile at each other. Uryuu rests his head against Ichigo’s shoulder, only meaning to be there for a moment, but the next time he opens his eyes, there is light coming through the blinds, there’s a blanket over him and Ichigo is curled up against him. He smiles, finding his glasses on the bedside table and sliding them on.
The movement wakes Ichigo and he rolls over, wrapping his arms around Uryuu. “’Morning, Uryuu.”
The Quincy smiles. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
Grinning, Ichigo pulls Uryuu closer, until they’re pressed right against each other. Resting his chin on the other man’s shoulder and kissing whatever skin is closest, he murmurs, “Hell yeah. Best night I’ve ever had.”
Uryuu blushes a little and Ichigo chuckles, pressing his lips to the Quincy’s forehead. “So what are our plans for today?”
“I could… show you around, if you’d like,” Uryuu offers. “I don’t know this place too well myself, but I guess we could use a map and explore.”
“Mmm, getting lost with each other sounds like fun,” Ichigo says with a smile. He rolls onto Uryuu and kisses all over his face. “Tokyo is a lot bigger than Karakura.”
Chuckling, Uryuu wraps his arms around Ichigo. “We’re not going to get lost. I have a map.”
Sitting up with his knees on either side of Uryuu, Ichigo grins. “We’ll see. Let’s get ready.”
They get out of bed to brush their teeth and shower. Separately, this time, to ensure that they aren’t side-tracked. But when Uryuu comes out of the shower half-dressed, Ichigo holds him against the wall and kisses him until their kisses become a little too demanding and they need to pull apart to keep themselves from going any further.
Ichigo sighs, running his nose down the side of Uryuu’s face and kissing his neck. “I’m… really glad I have you, Uryuu.”
Uryuu smiles at him, giving him a brief kiss before putting on the rest of his clothes. They wander the city, paying more attention to each other than their surroundings. They catch a mostly-empty train in the middle of the day to a restaurant Uryuu has been to with some colleagues. Ichigo takes advantage of the fact that there’s no one to see them and leans over to kiss Uryuu.
They hear a quiet giggle and turn to see two teenage girls watching them with grins. Ichigo grins back, kissing Uryuu harder. The train slows down as it pulls into the next station and he reluctantly pulls away. Uryuu looks both embarrassed and pleased, reaching over to hold Ichigo’s hand in his own, out of sight of everyone else.
They eat at a small restaurant that is cheap but still good. Ichigo still cannot stop staring at Uryuu and although the Quincy complains about the way it makes him feel uncomfortable, he is actually thrilled by it. Apparently, Ichigo knows him well enough to see through the act, because he doesn’t look away.
After lunch, they walk through a nearby park back to the busier part of the city. They impulsively decide to watch a movie and Ichigo grins, paying for the tickets before walking to the correct cinema room with Uryuu.
“This is like a first date, huh?”
Uryuu smirks. “So we did the phonesex first, then the handjobs and then the first date?”
Ichigo laughs, wrapping his arm around Uryuu’s shoulder. “We suck.”
Uryuu shruggs and Ichigo moves his arm away. The Quincy glances at him and Ichigo shruggs in response.
“I wasn’t really expecting you to be cool with PDA,” he says quietly.
Uryuu elbows him, unsure of whether to smile or frown. “Don’t say it like you’re not bothered by it. You can pretend all you want, but I know you’re more self-conscious than I am.”
“That’s what I get for dating someone who knows me almost as well as I know myself, huh?” Ichigo says with a grin. “It’d worry me if it wasn’t the same the other way around.”
They smile at each other before walking into the room and sitting down. They take seats towards the back, waiting for the room to turn dark before leaning against each other. They pay attention to most of the movie, but occasionally get distracted by each other. By the end, they end up waiting for the credits to finish rolling and for most of the people to leave before getting out of their seats.
“Your hair’s a bit messed,” Ichigo murmurs, running his fingers through the soft, dark hair to flatten it.
“Whose fault is that?” Uryuu asks, looking amused. Ichigo leans forward, but the Quincy holds him at arm’s length. “I… think we should wait until we get back to the hotel. I don’t really know where I’ll stop.”
Ichigo is amused by the way Uryuu is restless for the entire trip back. And then he goes from amused to pleased by the way Uryuu pounces on him the moment they shut the hotel door behind them.
“I’m sorry. I’m usually a lot better at controlling my impulses,” Uryuu apologises as he pushes Ichigo down onto the couch and climbs into his lap, kissing all over the Shinigami’s face.
“I know,” Ichigo chuckles. “Though I don’t really see why this is something to apologise for—mmm.”
Uryuu holds the sides of his face and gives him a long kiss. “I think we need to get this out of our systems, really. Because right now, being around you is making me think of how I can touch you, or kiss you, because we’re in a relationship. And we’ve been friends for years. So when I’m given the choice between doing this, or just spending time with you the way we used to, I really can’t help myself.”
“…You know, that’s actually a really good explanation for it.”
Uryuu gently bites Ichigo’s neck and sighs. “There’s also the fact that you’re leaving on Monday morning and it won’t be another week and a half until I see you.”
Ichigo groans. “I was trying to forget that.”
“So typical of you, Kurosaki,” Uryuu says in a mocking tone. “Ignoring things won’t make them go away.”
Giving the Quincy a playful shove, the redhead grins. “Who asked you, Ishida?”
Pressing his lips to Ichigo’s, Uryuu laughs as he repeats the same words he’s said to the other man several times when they argued in their teens. “You are—” he kisses Ichigo again, “—so thick-headed that you—” kiss, “—need someone to tell you these things.”
“And that person needs to be you, Ishida?” the Shinigami asks, unable to stop grinning as his hands slips into the small space between their bodies and gives Uryuu’s cock a gentle squeeze.
“Ahh, yes!” Uryuu gasps, burying his face into Ichigo’s neck. He kisses the soft skin before biting it hard. “Yes.”
Ichigo groans loudly and holds Uryuu’s sides. “Bed?”
“Good idea.”
Ichigo tries to stand before Uryuu gets off his lap and they trip over each other, falling on the floor.
“Sor—” Ichigo begins to apologise before Uryuu kisses him, already pulling Ichigo’s jacket off and undoing his shirt. The redhead gasps as Uryuu kisses down his chest. “F-Fine. The floor, then.”
The Quincy looks up at Ichigo with a smirk before kissing his abs. Ichigo gasps and arches, biting his lower lip as Uryuu holds his sides to keep him still and runs his lips over the warm skin just above where his pants begin.
“Uryuu…! Wh-what are you…?”
“I’m sure that’s obvious,” Uryuu replies, unbuckling Ichigo’s belt. “Even for you.”
Ichigo watches as his pants are undone. Uryuu tugs at his pants and he lifts his hips so that they can come off. He settles back on the floor and Uryuu makes an amused sound, tracing his fingers over the bulge in Ichigo’s underwear. He squeezes firmly, making Ichigo gasp loudly and jerk his hips. Licking his lips, Uryuu keeps his hand on Ichigo’s clothed cock, rubbing it gently as he leans up for a kiss. He can taste the desire and impatience on Ichigo’s tongue and he sucks on it, making the wait just a little longer.
Ichigo’s hands go to Uryuu’s shirt, pulling the fasteners apart and running his hands down the Quincy’s chest. They pull away from each other’s mouths and Ichigo pulls the other man’s shirt off. Uryuu stops him from going any further, kissing his way back down Ichigo’s chest and to his navel. He pulls Ichigo’s underwear down and the redhead lifts his hips without even having to think. Uryuu focuses on pulling them completely off before returning his gaze to Ichigo’s cock; hard and demanding attention.
He takes it into both hands, stroking gently. Ichigo exhales loudly, leaning back against the couch. Uryuu rubs his thumb over the head, smearing the few drops of precum. He runs his hand down the length and presses his lips to it. Ichigo gasps loudly, and then again when he feels Uryuu’s tongue licking him. He starts off with small movements, but it isn’t long until he moves his head as he runs his tongue over the entire length. His hands, resting at the base of Ichigo’s penis, move lower to tease his balls instead. The redhead grunts, watching Uryuu through half-lidded eyes, spreading his legs wider. Uryuu chuckles, one of his hands going back to hold the base of Ichigo’s penis again so that he can slowly wrap his lips around the head.
“Ahh!” Ichigo gasps, using all of his self-control to keep himself from thrusting into Uryuu’s mouth. “Mmm, yeah.”
Uryuu bobs his head, taking more into his mouth. His hand comes up to pull his bangs out of his way and Ichigo moves his hands down to Uryuu’s hair, his fingers entangling themselves in it and keeping the Quincy’s bangs out of his way. Uryuu strokes Ichigo’s balls to show his appreciation, rubbing the pads of his fingers over them as he sucks. Ichigo groans, knowing he won’t last for long. He bites his lip, reluctantly pushing Uryuu away.
“G-Gonna come, if you keep doing that.”
Uryuu smirks, wrapping his fingers around Ichigo’s cock and stroking as he nibbles on the Shinigami’s ear. “That’s the whole point.”
Ichigo tries to laugh, but it comes out as gasps and whimpers as Uryuu begins stroking him harder. He writhes, turning his face away from Uryuu as he pants loudly. It doesn’t take long for him to release and he does so with a loud moan, arching into Uryuu’s touch. Uryuu swears quietly, finding a tissue to wipe his hand with before undressing and crawling into Ichigo’s lap, kissing him hard.
“That was amazing. Watching your face. Watching you come, Ichigo. That was so damn sexy, I don’t know how I kept myself from jumping you for all those years.”
Ichigo laughs, still a little breathless. “You know, I wouldn’t have imagined you using the word sexy. But fuck, I wouldn’t have imagined you giving really good head either.”
Uryuu smiles and Ichigo strokes the Quincy’s cock. “I think I should return the favour, Uryuu. You think we should wait until we actually make it to the bed this time?”
Ichigo half-drags the Quincy to the bed, pushing him down and crawling on top of him. Uryuu learns exactly how good Ichigo is with his tongue while Ichigo learns how loud he can make Uryuu scream if he tries. He makes the dark haired man release once with his hands and mouth before Uryuu shifts around so that they can suck each other off at the same time. After they both release, they are far too tired to do very much other than sleep. They change the bed sheets and take a quick shower before curling up against each other.
When Ichigo wakes, the sky is dark outside. The curtains have been left open and he blinks a couple of times, remembering Uryuu telling him that the lights outside are always on and always bright. He grins to himself, realising that he had been too distracted the previous night to notice anything but the Quincy.
He slowly gets out of bed, finding that Uryuu has picked up the clothes they’d left scattered across the floor previously and they are sitting on Ichigo’s suitcase, neatly folded for him. He pulls his pants on and doesn’t bother to do up the snaps on his shirt before walking out of the room.
Uryuu is in the small kitchen, which is actually just a corner with a stove, a microwave oven and some cupboards. He walks up behind the Quincy, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing the small part of his neck that isn’t covered by Uryuu’s dark hair. “Hey.”
Uryuu smiles, tilting his head forward to give Ichigo more access to his neck.
“Hey,” he replies, turning the stove off. “Good timing. I just finished making dinner.”
Ichigo turns him so that they are facing each other and kisses him gently. By the time he pulls away, they’re both smiling.
“It’s nine o’clock,” Uryuu says with an amused look. “Our sleep schedule is out of whack already.”
Ichigo grins, his hands sliding down to squeeze the Quincy’s ass. “Well, we’ve just found a real good way to tire each other out, haven’t we?”
Uryuu punches him softly in the arm. “You flew all the way to Tokyo just to find out how many times we could have sex in one day, didn’t you?”
Smirking, the redhead pulls him closer so their bodies are pressed against one another. “You’ve seen through my plan.”
Chuckling and wrapping his arms around Ichigo’s neck, Uryuu nibbles on his ear before murmuring. “I wouldn’t mind, you know. That is… if you don’t. I… always imagined you’d have a lot of stamina anyway.”
Ichigo laughs against Uryuu’s neck, pulling back so he can look into the blue eyes. “Seriously?”
Uryuu looks away, slightly embarrassed. Ichigo places a hand on the Quincy’s chin, making him look back. Leaning forward to kiss the other man, Ichigo speaks against his lips. “Say it, Uryuu. I want to hear it from you.”
“What do you want me to say?” Uryuu asks, in the exasperated tone he always uses when he feels embarrassed.
Ichigo squeezes his sides and grins. “I want to hear you say that all you really want to do is spend a whole day in bed with me.”
“But I—”
“You what?” Ichigo asks, tilting his head back and looking into the other’s eyes. “You don’t?”
Uryuu opens his mouth and shuts it again. He turns around so his back is to Ichigo. “We’d better eat before dinner gets cold.”
Chuckling, the redhead tightens his grip on Uryuu, breathing gently against his ear. “Go on and say it. I won’t laugh.”
“You already are!”
Ichigo laughs even more, resting his forehead against the back of Uryuu’s head.
“…And at any rate, we’d need to eat and sleep too.”
“There! That’s like admitting that you do want to do it.”
“Do what?”
The redhead squeezes his sides and grins, “You tell me.”
Uryuu turns around, half amused and half annoyed. “Fine, Ichigo. I want to spend an entire day in bed with you. Tomorrow, before you leave. I… I want to…”
“…Sleep with me?” Ichigo supplies.
Uryuu snorts. “Technically, we’ve already done that.”
Holding Uryuu’s sides, Ichigo rests his chin on the Quincy’s shoulder so he can whisper right into his ear. “But you want me to fuck you.”
“Who said you’d be doing the fucking?” Uryuu shoots back, but he is smiling.
“Fine, we’ll take turns. We’ll have the whole day, anyway.”
This time, Uryuu can’t keep himself from laughing. He hugs Ichigo, grinning into his neck. “See? This is why I’ve been stupid for you for so long.”
“Because I’m the only one who knows how to make you drop the cold bastard act and laugh like crazy?” Ichigo asks, kissing whatever skin he can when he turns his head. “And you don’t need to pretend around me?”
“You like me for… me. Beneath the Quincy, beneath the doctor, beneath the seamster, beneath—”
“Your clothes.”
Uryuu hits him playfully. “You and your one-track mind.”
“So you’re glad,” Ichigo says, “That I not only appreciate you for being able to kick Hollow ass, fix people and fix clothes… but I also like you because you’re a great big dork.”
The Quincy snorts quietly. “Yes.”
“Good. Because the dork part is my favourite.”
Pretending that he isn’t embarrassed, Uryuu moves the food he’s made to the kitchen counter and gets some plates out. “We really should eat dinner. And probably get some sleep too, if we’re going to… be busy tomorrow.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” Ichigo says with a smirk. “But to be honest, I’m not the least bit sleepy. And neither are you. You’ve got that look in your eyes that tells me you’d rather be doing something.”
Uryuu is silent in thought for a moment before looking up. “I could take you out and show you the skyline here. I remember wanting to share it with you before… I went and found a good place to take a photo of it, but I guess it’s even better if I just take you there.”
“I’d like that.”
It’s already ten o’clock by the time they finish dinner and the night air is chilly. Their jacket’s aren’t thick enough, but they gladly take the opportunity to huddle close together. The building Uryuu is taking Ichigo to is a couple of streets away from the hotel, but the streets are long, feeling even longer due to the cold air they are eager to escape. The foyer is warm and they stand there for a moment, waiting to regain the feeling in their hands and feet before Uryuu leads the way to the elevator. The building is a large department store, but there aren’t many people at this time. Ichigo sighs, leaning back against the wall as Uryuu presses the button for the second highest floor.
There is a large window on one of the walls and Uryuu reaches out, taking Ichigo’s hand as they move towards it. Despite the fact that Ichigo is eager to see the skyline, he notices Uryuu’s reflection in the glass first before shaking his head and focusing on what is outside.
Uryuu watches in mild amusement as Ichigo stares wide-eyed. The tall buildings, bright lights and bustling city life is something they hardly see in Karakura and they both stand there, watching it for a long moment.
“…Wow,” Ichigo says quietly.
“I know. I was wondering how I’d manage to capture it all in a photo for you. I’m glad I don’t have to.”
Tightening his grip on Uryuu’s hand, Ichigo pulls him into an embrace. “I’m glad I got to see it with you.”
Uryuu smiles, not resisting Ichigo’s pull. He places a quick kiss on Ichigo’s cheek and leans into him. “So am I.”
Stroking the dark hair, the Shinigami pulls away but doesn’t let go of Uryuu’s hand. “Let’s get back to the hotel. I bet it’d be warmer in bed.”
Neither of them are very surprised when Ichigo ends up being right, but Uryuu chalks it up to the fact that they’re wearing clothes this time. Of course, he does not protest when Ichigo wraps his arms around him and holds him close. They lie there kissing for a while before Uryuu finally yawns and tucks his head beneath Ichigo’s.
“Good night,” he murmurs sleepily and Ichigo smiles, drifting off to sleep to the sound of Uryuu’s deep breathing.
*
They manage to keep their hands off each other the following morning as they brush their teeth and eat breakfast. Uryuu is surprised to say the least, but he doesn’t miss the sly look in Ichigo’s eyes that tells him that the redhead is just waiting to pounce.
And he does, just as Uryuu is washing up the dishes. It isn’t a pounce as much as slowly sliding up behind him and wrapping his arms around the Quincy’s skinny waist. Uryuu makes no reaction, other than to make sure he puts the plate down before Ichigo’s hands make it to the front of his pants.
“God, you’re impatient.”
“Oh come on, you didn’t look away from me once since we woke up.”
“How do you manage to be selectively observant? You’d usually miss something even if it was right in front of you, but as soon as I rely on that, you start taking notice of things.”
“You should know by now that it’s how things work.”
Uryuu opens his mouth to reply, but shuts it again as Ichigo palms his groin and grinds up against him from behind.
“Subtlety doesn’t mean a thing to you, does it?”
“Are you complaining?” Ichigo murmurs, nibbling Uryuu’s ear. “And you know, we should probably move so we’re not… uh, doing it in the kitchen.”
Grinning, Uryuu wraps his fingers around Ichigo’s wrists and turns his head back to kiss him. “We did say we’d spend the entire day in bed, didn’t we?”
They are already half-dressed by the time they make it to the bed. Ichigo pins Uryuu to the mattress and kisses down his bare chest. “Have I mentioned how much I love the fact that you get turned on as easily as I do? Because I do. It’s kind of surprising, but awesome.”
Laughing, Uryuu pulls him down into a kiss. “You need to learn to stop underestimating me.”
Wrapping his legs around Ichigo, he presses their bodies together. The redhead makes a surprised sound as their groins meet and Uryuu groans right into his ear.
“Take your pants off,” he murmurs, his hand coming up to stroke the back of Ichigo’s head. Hapilly obeying, Ichigo gets up and kicks his pants off before taking Uryuu’s off as well.
They both harden against each other’s touch and Uryuu gasps quietly as Ichigo strokes him before shifting down to suck him off. Whimpering and grunting, Uryuu throws his head back as he is deepthroated.
“Mmm, fuck,” Uryuu groans as Ichigo teases him with his tongue. He covers his mouth with a hand to make sure he doesn’t get too loud, but he moans loudly in protest as Ichigo pulls away. “No, no! Don’t stop. Please.”
Grinning, Ichigo places his fingers against Uryuu’s lips, urging him to suck on them. Frowning a little, Uryuu braces himself for the intrusion that doesn’t come. He slowly opens his eyes and they widen when he realises that Ichigo is preparing himself instead.
“Heh, what’s with that look?” Ichigo asks with a lopsided grin. “Thought you said you wanted to be the one doing the fucking.”
“I… do! But… you idiot, you could’ve gotten me to prepare you at the very least. And you’re using spit for lube!”
“What, and wait for us to go and get some?”
“Or you could have asked,” Uryuu replies, reaching over to the small bag he has on the bedside table.
“You’re always well-prepared, aren’t you?” Ichigo asks with a grin, settling on his knees.
Rubbing the lube onto his hands, Uryuu makes Ichigo lie down before spreading his legs. Ichigo is silent as he is prepared and Uryuu slicks himself up before slowly pushing into the other man. It is clear from Ichigo’s expression that he is in pain and the Quincy is careful with him, waiting for him to adjust before going any further.
They gradually fall into a gentle rhythm, pushing, pulling and gasping as they learn to move together. Ichigo gasps loudly when Uryuu finds his prostate, clutching onto the bedsheets and barely able to give warning before he releases. Uryuu moans softly, releasing as well.
They pull apart, panting softly. Uryuu rolls onto Ichigo and smiles before kissing him. “You feel amazing.”
Grinning, Ichigo raises an eyebrow, “Yeah? Maybe it’s my turn, then.”
They don’t stop until the afternoon. They’re hungry and tired, so they make their way to the kitchen. Thankfully, Uryuu had possessed the foresight to make enough food the previous night to last them for lunch as well and they lie on the couch, leaning against each other and eating. When they are finished, they are too lazy to put their bowls away so they leave them on the table and do not move from the couch.
Uryuu lies with his head in Ichigo’s lap and sighs contently when he feels the Shinigami’s fingers in his hair. He shuts his eyes and the words come out just as easily as a breath. “I love you.”
Ichigo’s hand pauses its stroking of the dark hair for a moment before Ichigo looks down at him and smiles. “Yeah. Love you.”
Returning the smile, Uryuu shuts his eyes. Sleep quickly claims him and Ichigo is happy to sit there and watch the Quincy sleep for a while before the tiredness begins to get to him as well. The couch is uncomfortable for him to sleep on while sitting up, so he carefully lifts Uryuu and carries him to the bed. Uryuu wakes as he is placed down on the mattress and reaches out, running his hands down Ichigo’s bare chest. He props himself up on his elbows as the redhead lies down to rest his head, and traces invisible patterns on the slightly tanned, muscled chest. Ichigo’s deep, steady breathing tells Uryuu that he is asleep and he strokes the Shinigami’s face affectionately before lying down beside him and falling asleep once more.
Ichigo wakes up an hour later, but Uryuu is still asleep. He takes a breath, about to wake the other man up, but then Uryuu mumbles in his sleep and snuggles closer. He smiles, unable to bring himself to disturb the Quincy and simply lies his head back down.
By the time they wake up again, night has already fallen.
“Damn it!” Uryuu mutters, sitting up. “We always sleep for so long.”
“It’s because we really tire each other out,” Ichigo replies with a grin, wrapping his arms around Uryuu’s waist.
“You still need to pack your bag for tomorrow morning. I’ll give you the shirts and ties I’ve made for you so I don’t need to carry them myself when I come home.”
Ichigo sighs. “Do I have to leave?”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” Uryuu replies truthfully. “But you’d have to face Ryuuken’s wrath for not showing up to work for a week.”
This makes Ichigo get out of bed and heave a sigh. “Right, I’d better get packing then.”
They pack Ichigo’s bag and eat dinner. Thankfully, Ichigo’s flight is at ten o’clock the next morning, and the hotel is only half an hour away from the airport. Ichigo grins as he leads Uryuu to the bed one last time.
He is extraordinarily gentle with the Quincy this time, holding back and ignoring his own lust to focus on Uryuu’s pleasure instead. His thrusts are slow and deep, making the dark haired man groan softly each time. Their arms wrap around each other as they pant, sweat and make love. The look of adoration in Uryuu’s eyes is intense and Ichigo finds that he can’t look away. They watch the pleasure play out on each other’s faces, drinking it in and letting it consume them.
Uryuu is the first to release, repeating Ichigo’s name quietly as though it is the only word he knows. Ichigo follows soon after, moaning against Uryuu’s lips. The Quincy’s legs fall to the sides, a sated look in his eyes. Ichigo kisses him hard, making him stand for a moment to change the bed sheets before curling up with him. They lie in each other’s arms for a long moment and Ichigo smiles, pressing his lips to Uryuu’s forehead.
“Mine.”
*
Ichigo delays his check-in as much as he can the following morning, wanting to stay with Uryuu for as long as possible. He can already see the lonely look in the blue eyes and it makes him never want to leave the Quincy’s side. To make them both feel slightly better, he stays as close to Uryuu as he can until he can delay no longer. They hug in the middle of the airport and Ichigo reluctantly pulls away.
“Just one week. I’ll see you in a week.”
Uryuu waves until Ichigo is out of sight and sighs, knowing that he can stay back no longer and makes his way to work.
He returns that night to a hotel room that looks and feels far emptier than it should. He lies on the bed he’d shared with Ichigo, burying his face in the pillow Ichigo had used, doing everything he can to pick up the redhead’s scent.
It is twelve past nine when the phone rings.
“I miss you so much,” Ichigo’s voice tells him, the moment he answers the phone.
Despite the lonely, tortured tone to Ichigo’s voice, which sounds far too similar to what he feels himself, Uryuu smiles. “I miss you too, Ichigo.”
They talk about their days, about missing each other and everything in between. They talk to hear each other’s voices; to pretend, for just a moment, that they’re still sitting curled up together on the couch. Two hours fly by without their realising and Uryuu’s eyes widen as he looks at the time.
“We’d better go,” he says quietly. “I have an especially early start tomorrow.”
He hears Ichigo make a sound of agreement on the other end and hesitates for a moment before speaking. “…Hey…”
“Hm?”
Uryuu is silent for a moment, and then Ichigo can hear him smiling. “…I love you.”
Grinning, Ichigo runs a hand through his hair. “I love you too. Sleep well.”
*
He paces in the waiting section, glancing at the monitors every three seconds. He sees the word he wants to, beside the plane number that he’s memorised. ARRIVED, the screens tell him, but it seems like an eternity since the status had changed. There are still no people coming out and Ichigo taps his foot impatiently.
Compared to this, the previous week’s worth of waiting seems like nothing. Somehow, the last few minutes seem a lot longer. A lot more torturous. He looks up as he sees people beginning to come out. Scanning the crowd for the familiar face, he waits, and waits a little longer. There are business people coming out with their small suitcases. He frowns, knowing that Uryuu should be one of them. But he still doesn’t see the Quincy. A mother and her young daughter. No Uryuu. Another small family. No Uryuu. No Uryuu. No Uryuu.
Uryuu.
His entire face brightens up when he registers the familiar figure walking out, noticing him and briskly walking towards him. Ichigo is laughing by the time they are close enough to pull each other into an embrace. The Shinigami shuts his eyes and inhales the scent that he’s missed for one long week. He glances around at the others in the airport before deciding that no, he doesn’t care.
And leaning forward, he gives the other man a long kiss. “Welcome home, Uryuu.”
x
*dies*
Status: COMPLETE (3/3)
Author:
kiyalaBeta:
lifeinahole27Word Count: 8912
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, mansex, swearing, the usual
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS, I FINALLY FINISHED IT. I am so sorry for the ridiculously long wait, but look at the word count! It's like... three times the length of Chapter II! Erm yeah, I could prattle on but it's... 4:17am now so I think I WON'T. I told myself I wouldn't sleep until I was done with this monster, so here you go :D
Chapter I :: Dialing
Chapter II :: Connection
x-posted to
ishi_ichi As the days pass, the two of them become better at controlling themselves. They fall into a pattern of speaking on the phone every two days, alternating between which one of them makes the phone call. Their conversations comes easier, to the point where they speak almost as though they are sitting beside each other rather than several cities apart.
Ichigo finds himself falling even more in love with Uryuu’s laugh as they speak more, despite the fact that he’s been hearing it for years. The thought of him laughing now, on the phone, for only him to hear somehow makes it even more special. He makes more of an effort to make Uryuu laugh with his silly jokes and anything else that he can think of.
On the flip side, they also begin to argue on the phone as much as they do when they are together. Half-serious shouting matches that begin with an inconsequential disagreement that they fall into simply because it is familiar and it is just what they do. They are resolved quickly before they return to speaking normally and strange as it is, they both enjoy arguing with each other as much as they enjoy everything else.
They never run out of topics of conversation, having to force themselves to hang up once the hour gets too late. They find their conversation progressively becoming more personal as time passes, as they feel more comfortable with each other and what they can talk about.
But of course, at some point, Ichigo slips up.
They’re both lying in bed on a Tuesday night, talking about how much they look forward to seeing each other again.
“I can’t wait to kiss you again,” Uryuu murmurs longingly. “There’s this fleeting memory of the way your mouth tastes, and it’s just there at the back of my mind, teasing me. I’m just going to hold you down and kiss you all over, when we’re together again.”
“Fuck yes,” Ichigo replies, sounding extremely happy at the thought. “Gladly, Uryuu. I miss the way you taste, too.”
“I’d like to kiss other parts of you,” the Quincy says, a little hesitantly. “Your neck. Your chest… and maybe…”
He trails off suggestively and Ichigo grins. “Heh, I know what I’ll be thinking about when I jerk off tonight.”
There is a short silence and Ichigo realises what he’s said.
“Fuck. I wish I had a brain. I’m sorry Uryuu. I—”
“It’s alright,” Uryuu says quietly. The tone of his voice tells Ichigo how red his cheeks are. “It… it’s not like I don’t do the same thing.”
“What, touch yourself and think about me?” Ichigo blurts out, and then makes a face when he realises that he’s spoken without thinking again.
“…Y-Yeah. Heh, and here I was thinking I was the only pervert.”
This makes Ichigo laugh softly. “Not a chance.”
“So how do you like it?” Uryuu asks, his cheeks going red but letting his curiosity win out. “Nice and slow, or…?”
It takes Ichigo a moment to actually believe that he is having this discussion with Uryuu, and that the Quincy isn’t running in the opposite direction instead. And then he grins in embarrassment. “Slow. I… kind of imagined that’s how you’d do it.”
Uryuu chuckles. “Dragging it out for as long as you can? Teasing yourself until your self-control just dissolves away…?”
“Mmm, yeah.”
There’s a wicked grin on Uryuu’s face. The kind Ichigo wouldn’t ever associate with the other man unless he sees it. The fact that Ichigo sounds just as embarrassed as he does helps him ignore the voice in the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn’t be talking about this. Instead, he runs his tongue across his dry lips and says, “You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?”
Ichigo freezes for a moment, only just realising that his free hand is on the crotch of his pants. He palms his half-hard cock through the fabric and bites his lip, reminding himself that he needs to hold off until they’re done talking.
The silence says enough. Uryuu’s grin widens. “You are. I know it.”
“Uryuu—”
“Do it. You want to. Pretend it’s me, pulling your pants down. Teasing you through your boxers.”
Ichigo lets out a shaky breath. “Don’t get me started, Uryuu.”
“Please, Ichigo. I want to hear it.”
“Uryuu…” the Shinigami groans. He takes a breath and it helps his mind clear for a moment. “You too. With me.”
The Quincy bites his lower lip and nods slowly. “Mmm. Sounds good.”
Ichigo slides his hand into his pants, sighing as he wraps his hand around his cock. He hears a zipper being undone on the other end and grins. “You’re still in your work clothes.”
“Just my shirt and pants,” Uryuu tells him. “I took my jacket and tie off as soon as I got back from work.”
Ichigo pushes his pants down and strokes himself slowly with a sigh. Uryuu smiles. “Enjoying yourself?”
“Heh, what do you think?” the redhead asks, pulling his pants off completely before settling back on the bed. He hears a louder zip, knowing that Uryuu is taking his shirt off.
“I want you completely naked,” Uryuu whispers into the phone. “I don’t care if I can’t see it.”
Ichigo grins and pulls his shirt off before his boxers follow. “Mm, what now?”
“Stroke yourself. Slowly. So that you can feel every single motion you make. Every single centimetre your fingers touch of your dick.”
Moaning softly, Ichigo obeys. He focuses on the roughness of his hands against his erection, imagining them being slimmer and longer – being Ishida’s hands. The thought makes him groan out loud.
“Uryuu,” he gasps, his hands still trailing up and down his length. “C-Come on… pant for me.”
He hears the quiet gasping on the other end. Uryuu tightly shuts his eyes as he strokes himself, his movements firm and fast. He bites on his lower lip to keep silent, but as he hears Ichigo moan, he echoes it quietly.
“Ichigo… ah, Ichigo!”
Ichigo speeds up, stroking himself harder. He moans louder this time. “Fuck, Uryuu. Fuck… fuck, so close…”
Uryuu releases with a low moan of the other man’s name. It pushes Ichigo off the edge and he moans loudly as he comes hard.
They lie still for a moment, listening to each other panting and waiting for their breath to return. Uryuu makes a quiet, dissatisfied sound.
“I wish I was in your bed with you.”
“Me too,” Ichigo murmurs. “I’d be happy to just hold you right now.”
“I can’t wait to see you again,” Uryuu says quietly. “This wait is driving me insane.”
“You’re not the only one.”
Yawning, Uryuu gets up and grabs a towel from the bathroom. “Time to clean up…”
“You sound tired,” the redhead notes.
“I’d better get to bed,” the Quincy replies reluctantly. “Good night, Ichigo.”
“Talk to you later, Uryuu,” Ichigo says. “Good night.”
Ichigo cleans himself up and lies in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes in the darkness, turning over the thoughts in his mind. His eyes widen as he finally makes the decision.
The next day, he books a flight to Tokyo for the coming weekend.
Uryuu feels it from the moment he walks into the hotel lobby. He shakes it off, telling himself that he’s been thinking of Ichigo far too much over the past few days. They’d had phonesex twice since they’d first done it and his thoughts had already began circling around Ichigo, the phone and when they’d next be talking from the first night.
So when he feels something strikingly similar to Ichigo’s reiatsu, he simply chalks it up to the fact that he hasn’t stopped thinking of the redhead for days. But it gets stronger as he steps into the elevator. It makes his heartbeat quicken with hope before he tells himself to stop being stupid. He’s the only one in the elevator, so it goes straight up to the tenth floor, which is his. He takes his key out of his pocket, adjusting his grip on his briefcase before the doors open. And then they do, and the feeling floods him, far stronger than before.
He steps out of the elevator, unable to keep the hope from rising as he turns down the hallway.
Ichigo stands in front of room 1009, leaning against the door. He looks up as he hears feet falling heavily against the carpeted floor, grinning as he sees Uryuu running to him.
“You!” Uryuu cries, unable to keep himself from laughing as he drops his briefcase by his feet and wraps his arms around the other man. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d surprise you for the weekend,” Ichigo tells him, giving the Quincy an amused look and pulls him close, resting their foreheads together. “I missed you too much.”
Uryuu buries his face against Ichigo’s neck and sighs. “God, Ichigo. Who the hell would fly all the way here just for me?”
“I would,” Ichigo says and gives Uryuu an affectionate look. “I did. And don’t try telling me you’re not worth it.”
Smiling, Uryuu shakes his head. “Fine. Let’s get inside, shall we?”
He opens the door for them and Ichigo picks his briefcase up for him as they walk inside. They don’t get very far after shutting the door behind them. Uryuu reaches out, pulling Ichigo close to him. The redhead smiles, gently holding the other’s chin and tilting his head up so that they are nose to nose.
“It’s so good to see you again,” he murmurs, leaning closer.
Uryuu kisses him gently and runs his hands through Ichigo’s hair when he pulls away. “It is. I already knew I’d miss you when I left, but then… everything that’s happened…”
“Like me being unable to keep my hands off you any longer?” Ichigo asks with a grin. He rests his chin on the top of Uryuu’s head and sighs. “I know the timing was shit and I’m sorry about that, but I’m really glad I kissed you that night.”
Chuckling, the Quincy leans into the other man. “Idiot, you don’t need to apologise. I’m glad you did it too.”
Ichigo’s grin widens and he tilts his head to look at Uryuu before kissing him. They both quickly pull away when Ichigo’s stomach rumbles loudly and the redhead lets out an embarrassed laugh.
“Dinner?” Uryuu suggests, an eyebrow raised and an amused look in his eyes. “There’s a nice restaurant nearby that I’ve been to every now and then. I’m guessing you haven’t eaten anything since you left Karakura?”
“Couldn’t,” Ichigo replies sheepishly. “I was too nervous.”
Chuckling and giving the redhead a playful shove, Uryuu shakes his head. “Like you had any reason to be. Come on.”
To begin with, Uryuu is nervous about what to say to Ichigo and how to act with him when they are in the restaurant. When they get there, however, he then finds that they are both so hungry that conversation is minimal as they eat until they are full. But even then, he catches Ichigo watching him with a look that both thrills and embarrasses him at the same time.
They walk back to the hotel, standing closer to each other than necessary, glancing at each other every time their hands accidentally touch. The look in Ichigo’s eyes becomes more intense every time Uryuu looks at him. It has gone from an affectionate look to one that makes Uryuu feel as though he is about to be devoured. To his surprise, this makes him feel less embarrassed and far more excited.
It takes all of his self control not to pounce on the redhead when they are in the elevator going up to their room. Unsurprisingly, Ichigo has less self control than he does. The redhead reaches out, stroking the back of Uryuu’s head, going down to his back. He grins when the blue eyes settle on him.
“Don’t tempt me, Ichigo.”
“What are you talking about?” the redhead asks, moving closer. “You’re the one tempting me.”
Uryuu opens his mouth to reply, but the elevator stops two floors before theirs and they quickly move away from each other. The doors open for a cleaner, who pushes his trolley into the elevator. Uryuu gives him a polite nod, stepping away so he and Ichigo are standing on opposite sides of the elevator. It takes far too long for the doors to close and open up once again on their floor and they both glance at each other before stepping out.
The redhead waits until the doors have closed again before wrapping an arm around Uryuu’s shoulders and pulling him close. “Stupid guy, getting in my way.”
The Quincy chuckles, getting his key out and unlocking the door. “I don’t think it was on purpose. And anyway, no one’s in your way now.”
“Damn straight,” Ichigo murmurs and pulls him into their room, taking his shoes off at the door and turning around.
Uryuu does the same and walks towards him, his arms already coming up to hold Ichigo to him. They kiss without a word and the redhead brings his hands to the other’s face, stroking the soft cheeks with his thumbs. He parts his lips, sighing as Uryuu’s tongue meets his. They don’t move except for their tongues sliding against each other, focusing on the taste and the feel. Ichigo slowly pulls away and grins.
“It’s… kind of weird, you know. We haven’t even kissed all that much, but all those times over the phone…” they both grin a little in embarrassment and Ichigo pulls Uryuu against him, whispering in his ear. “I want to make you moan like that. With my hands and… I want to do more than that.”
Uryuu turns away so that Ichigo can’t see his blush, and tightens his grip on the redhead. “M-Me too, Ichigo…”
Ichigo chuckles. “We… don’t need to rush things. I’m here until Monday morning, after all.”
“That’s tonight, tomorrow and the day after. Two days and one night—I’m sure that’s still considered to be rushing things. Not that I mind.”
“We’re a special case, aren’t we?” Ichigo asks, his hands on Uryuu’s sides. He presses his lips to the Quincy’s forehead and keeps them there as he continues speaking. “I really do want to kiss you a lot more, you know. I’ve only had the vague memory of the way you taste before. I want to memorise it. I don’t ever want to forget how it…”
He trails off and presses his lips to Uryuu’s. The dark haired man holds Ichigo by the shoulders and smiles. “We could… move somewhere a little more comfortable, you know. Better than standing near the door.”
They intend to sit on the sofa. Somehow, they end up on the double bed instead. Uryuu pulls Ichigo on top of him, craning his neck up so that their lips meet. Ichigo places his hands on either side of the Quincy’s slender body, supporting himself so that he isn’t putting any weight on the other. Uryuu doesn’t approve, tugging on Ichigo’s shirt. The Shinigami resists and Uryuu makes an irritated sound, wrapping his arms around the other and pulling so that Ichigo can no longer hold himself up. They fall heavily onto the mattress and they both gasp, first at the sudden drop and then at the position they are in.
Uryuu has his legs wrapped around Ichigo’s waist, and he feels an extra surge of blood and pleasure to his groin at the way the redhead’s half-hard penis presses against his own through their pants.
“I’m… sorry,” Ichigo whispers and Uryuu laughs.
“What for?” he asks quietly. He grabs Ichigo’s wrist, pulling one of the large hands to the front of his pants. He hears Ichigo’s shaky gasp when he presses the redhead’s hand against his erection. He uses the other hand to touch Ichigo’s face, coaxing the other to look back at him. “I’m in the same state as you are, Ichigo. God, we’ve touched ourselves to the sound of each other’s voice. We’ve shared our masturbation fantasies. We’ve moaned for each other when—”
Ichigo cuts him off with a kiss. “That’s different. This… this feels so much more real. Better. I just… need a sec.”
Uryuu grins, holding the sides of Ichigo’s face. “We’ll take it slow. Just like you said. We’ve got some time and…”
Ichigo kisses him gently. They smile at each other and the redhead moves on to his neck, kissing it before carefully biting it. Uryuu gasps loudly, jerking against Ichigo. The redhead pulls away, but Uryuu holds the back of his head.
“Don’t stop. That felt good.”
Ichigo pauses for a moment, and sinks his teeth into the soft skin. Uryuu cries out loudly, and the way his grip tightens on Ichigo lets the redhead know that he likes it. Ichigo pulls back a fraction to look at the bite mark he’s left on the other’s neck and grins, licking it before he kisses his way back up to Uryuu’s mouth. Uryuu happily surrenders to the kiss and they lose themselves to the taste and feel of each other’s lips and tongues, unaware of the way they begin rocking against each other. They move gently at first until Uryuu pulls away, panting. His gaze locks with Ichigo’s and neither of them stop moving.
Uryuu grabs a fistful of Ichigo’s shirt, trying to pull him even closer. “More.”
Ichigo doesn’t need to think twice. He holds Uryuu’s sides, grinding against him harder. Their erections strain against their pants and Ichigo finds that this isn’t enough. He needs to see, to touch. He pushes himself up onto his knees and bends over Uryuu, undoing the Quincy’s belt and unzipping his pants. Uryuu’s eyes widen but before he can protest, Ichigo reaches out to the head of his cock, sticking out from his underwear, and gives the entire length one firm stroke.
Uryuu melts, the protest dying in his throat. Ichigo feels him sink into the mattress, sees the content look in the blue eyes and smiles a little. He gives Uryuu’s penis another stroke, and another until he falls into a steady rhythm. Uryuu’s panting turns into whimpers, to a jumble of sounds from the back of his throat, and then finally, a moan as he arches off the bed.
“Ichigo,” he gasps. It sounds similar to the moan Ichigo has heard several times on the phone, but it’s more desperate. Breathier and a lot more rushed.
The redhead kisses him hard, his hand still sliding up and down the length. “Come for me, Uryuu.”
The Quincy does, moaning the first two syllables of Ichigo’s name. He releases onto Ichigo’s shirt as the Shinigami leans over him and it makes Ichigo grin and Uryuu gasp.
“Oh, fuck. Your shirt! I’m sorry—”
Ichigo laughs, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. “It had buttons, Uryuu. I’m pretty sure it would’ve been wrecked anyway.”
Looking embarrased, Uryuu runs his fingers down Ichigo’s bare chest and pulls him back down so they are pressed against each other. “It’s my turn, then.”
Ichigo cannot conceal his anticipation and Uryuu raises an eyebrow in amusement as he rolls them over on the bed. He sits on Ichigo’s legs, undoing the redhead’s pants before taking them entirely off. His underwear follows and Ichigo is left naked on the bed, his face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Uryuu gets to his feet, undressing as well. The feeling of their bare bodies against each other is enough to make Ichigo moan softly.
“What a gorgeous expression,” Uryuu murmurs against Ichigo’s parted lips, kissing him as he begins stroking Ichigo.
Shuddering with pleasure, Ichigo arches into the other man’s touch and silently begs for more. Uryuu smiles, teasing the entire length with his fingers before pulling away.
“No…” Ichigo mumbles in protest, but raises his eyebrows as Uryuu shifts his position on the redhead’s lap.
“Just lie back and enjoy yourself,” Uryuu whispers, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. With one hand, he holds his own half-hard cock and with the other, Ichigo’s. It’s the last sight Ichigo takes in before Uryuu rubs them together, making the redhead shut his eyes and let his head fall back with a low groan.
He feels Uryuu harden against his own cock. He bites his lip, reminding himself that they’re in a hotel suite and they shouldn’t be too loud, just in case they are heard. But with the way Uryuu pulls his foreskin back and grinds so that even their balls rub against each other, this self control doesn’t last long.
“Uryuu!” he gasps, his hand moving to their erections so that he can rub them together as well. Uryuu moves one of his hands away and their fingers meet around the hard, quivering flesh.
Uryuu rubs his thumb against the vein that runs along the underside of the redhead’s cock and Ichigo loses himself to the pleasure, moaning loudly as he releases. The Quincy keeps going until he releases for a second time. Their hands fall away from each other and Ichigo pulls Uryuu down into his arms. They lie on the bed, still covered in sweat and semen as they pant together. Uryuu watches the rise and fall of Ichigo’s chest silently until Ichigo shifts his position so that they’re looking into each other’s eyes.
“I… wasn’t expecting my Friday night to turn out like this,” Uryuu says, laughing quietly. He kisses Ichigo deeply before propping himself up on his elbows. “I think I need a shower, though. Would you… like to join me?”
They do it all over again under the soothing spray of warm water. They hold each other close and kiss, their bodies slippery against each other as they take turns pinning each other to the wall and grinding just like before.
They come out of the shower, wrapped in hotel bath robes, happy and tired. They collapse on the bed, which Uryuu had changed the sheets of before their shower, kissing idly.
“Mine,” Ichigo murmurs, wrapping a possessive arm around Uryuu’s waist and they smile at each other. Uryuu rests his head against Ichigo’s shoulder, only meaning to be there for a moment, but the next time he opens his eyes, there is light coming through the blinds, there’s a blanket over him and Ichigo is curled up against him. He smiles, finding his glasses on the bedside table and sliding them on.
The movement wakes Ichigo and he rolls over, wrapping his arms around Uryuu. “’Morning, Uryuu.”
The Quincy smiles. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
Grinning, Ichigo pulls Uryuu closer, until they’re pressed right against each other. Resting his chin on the other man’s shoulder and kissing whatever skin is closest, he murmurs, “Hell yeah. Best night I’ve ever had.”
Uryuu blushes a little and Ichigo chuckles, pressing his lips to the Quincy’s forehead. “So what are our plans for today?”
“I could… show you around, if you’d like,” Uryuu offers. “I don’t know this place too well myself, but I guess we could use a map and explore.”
“Mmm, getting lost with each other sounds like fun,” Ichigo says with a smile. He rolls onto Uryuu and kisses all over his face. “Tokyo is a lot bigger than Karakura.”
Chuckling, Uryuu wraps his arms around Ichigo. “We’re not going to get lost. I have a map.”
Sitting up with his knees on either side of Uryuu, Ichigo grins. “We’ll see. Let’s get ready.”
They get out of bed to brush their teeth and shower. Separately, this time, to ensure that they aren’t side-tracked. But when Uryuu comes out of the shower half-dressed, Ichigo holds him against the wall and kisses him until their kisses become a little too demanding and they need to pull apart to keep themselves from going any further.
Ichigo sighs, running his nose down the side of Uryuu’s face and kissing his neck. “I’m… really glad I have you, Uryuu.”
Uryuu smiles at him, giving him a brief kiss before putting on the rest of his clothes. They wander the city, paying more attention to each other than their surroundings. They catch a mostly-empty train in the middle of the day to a restaurant Uryuu has been to with some colleagues. Ichigo takes advantage of the fact that there’s no one to see them and leans over to kiss Uryuu.
They hear a quiet giggle and turn to see two teenage girls watching them with grins. Ichigo grins back, kissing Uryuu harder. The train slows down as it pulls into the next station and he reluctantly pulls away. Uryuu looks both embarrassed and pleased, reaching over to hold Ichigo’s hand in his own, out of sight of everyone else.
They eat at a small restaurant that is cheap but still good. Ichigo still cannot stop staring at Uryuu and although the Quincy complains about the way it makes him feel uncomfortable, he is actually thrilled by it. Apparently, Ichigo knows him well enough to see through the act, because he doesn’t look away.
After lunch, they walk through a nearby park back to the busier part of the city. They impulsively decide to watch a movie and Ichigo grins, paying for the tickets before walking to the correct cinema room with Uryuu.
“This is like a first date, huh?”
Uryuu smirks. “So we did the phonesex first, then the handjobs and then the first date?”
Ichigo laughs, wrapping his arm around Uryuu’s shoulder. “We suck.”
Uryuu shruggs and Ichigo moves his arm away. The Quincy glances at him and Ichigo shruggs in response.
“I wasn’t really expecting you to be cool with PDA,” he says quietly.
Uryuu elbows him, unsure of whether to smile or frown. “Don’t say it like you’re not bothered by it. You can pretend all you want, but I know you’re more self-conscious than I am.”
“That’s what I get for dating someone who knows me almost as well as I know myself, huh?” Ichigo says with a grin. “It’d worry me if it wasn’t the same the other way around.”
They smile at each other before walking into the room and sitting down. They take seats towards the back, waiting for the room to turn dark before leaning against each other. They pay attention to most of the movie, but occasionally get distracted by each other. By the end, they end up waiting for the credits to finish rolling and for most of the people to leave before getting out of their seats.
“Your hair’s a bit messed,” Ichigo murmurs, running his fingers through the soft, dark hair to flatten it.
“Whose fault is that?” Uryuu asks, looking amused. Ichigo leans forward, but the Quincy holds him at arm’s length. “I… think we should wait until we get back to the hotel. I don’t really know where I’ll stop.”
Ichigo is amused by the way Uryuu is restless for the entire trip back. And then he goes from amused to pleased by the way Uryuu pounces on him the moment they shut the hotel door behind them.
“I’m sorry. I’m usually a lot better at controlling my impulses,” Uryuu apologises as he pushes Ichigo down onto the couch and climbs into his lap, kissing all over the Shinigami’s face.
“I know,” Ichigo chuckles. “Though I don’t really see why this is something to apologise for—mmm.”
Uryuu holds the sides of his face and gives him a long kiss. “I think we need to get this out of our systems, really. Because right now, being around you is making me think of how I can touch you, or kiss you, because we’re in a relationship. And we’ve been friends for years. So when I’m given the choice between doing this, or just spending time with you the way we used to, I really can’t help myself.”
“…You know, that’s actually a really good explanation for it.”
Uryuu gently bites Ichigo’s neck and sighs. “There’s also the fact that you’re leaving on Monday morning and it won’t be another week and a half until I see you.”
Ichigo groans. “I was trying to forget that.”
“So typical of you, Kurosaki,” Uryuu says in a mocking tone. “Ignoring things won’t make them go away.”
Giving the Quincy a playful shove, the redhead grins. “Who asked you, Ishida?”
Pressing his lips to Ichigo’s, Uryuu laughs as he repeats the same words he’s said to the other man several times when they argued in their teens. “You are—” he kisses Ichigo again, “—so thick-headed that you—” kiss, “—need someone to tell you these things.”
“And that person needs to be you, Ishida?” the Shinigami asks, unable to stop grinning as his hands slips into the small space between their bodies and gives Uryuu’s cock a gentle squeeze.
“Ahh, yes!” Uryuu gasps, burying his face into Ichigo’s neck. He kisses the soft skin before biting it hard. “Yes.”
Ichigo groans loudly and holds Uryuu’s sides. “Bed?”
“Good idea.”
Ichigo tries to stand before Uryuu gets off his lap and they trip over each other, falling on the floor.
“Sor—” Ichigo begins to apologise before Uryuu kisses him, already pulling Ichigo’s jacket off and undoing his shirt. The redhead gasps as Uryuu kisses down his chest. “F-Fine. The floor, then.”
The Quincy looks up at Ichigo with a smirk before kissing his abs. Ichigo gasps and arches, biting his lower lip as Uryuu holds his sides to keep him still and runs his lips over the warm skin just above where his pants begin.
“Uryuu…! Wh-what are you…?”
“I’m sure that’s obvious,” Uryuu replies, unbuckling Ichigo’s belt. “Even for you.”
Ichigo watches as his pants are undone. Uryuu tugs at his pants and he lifts his hips so that they can come off. He settles back on the floor and Uryuu makes an amused sound, tracing his fingers over the bulge in Ichigo’s underwear. He squeezes firmly, making Ichigo gasp loudly and jerk his hips. Licking his lips, Uryuu keeps his hand on Ichigo’s clothed cock, rubbing it gently as he leans up for a kiss. He can taste the desire and impatience on Ichigo’s tongue and he sucks on it, making the wait just a little longer.
Ichigo’s hands go to Uryuu’s shirt, pulling the fasteners apart and running his hands down the Quincy’s chest. They pull away from each other’s mouths and Ichigo pulls the other man’s shirt off. Uryuu stops him from going any further, kissing his way back down Ichigo’s chest and to his navel. He pulls Ichigo’s underwear down and the redhead lifts his hips without even having to think. Uryuu focuses on pulling them completely off before returning his gaze to Ichigo’s cock; hard and demanding attention.
He takes it into both hands, stroking gently. Ichigo exhales loudly, leaning back against the couch. Uryuu rubs his thumb over the head, smearing the few drops of precum. He runs his hand down the length and presses his lips to it. Ichigo gasps loudly, and then again when he feels Uryuu’s tongue licking him. He starts off with small movements, but it isn’t long until he moves his head as he runs his tongue over the entire length. His hands, resting at the base of Ichigo’s penis, move lower to tease his balls instead. The redhead grunts, watching Uryuu through half-lidded eyes, spreading his legs wider. Uryuu chuckles, one of his hands going back to hold the base of Ichigo’s penis again so that he can slowly wrap his lips around the head.
“Ahh!” Ichigo gasps, using all of his self-control to keep himself from thrusting into Uryuu’s mouth. “Mmm, yeah.”
Uryuu bobs his head, taking more into his mouth. His hand comes up to pull his bangs out of his way and Ichigo moves his hands down to Uryuu’s hair, his fingers entangling themselves in it and keeping the Quincy’s bangs out of his way. Uryuu strokes Ichigo’s balls to show his appreciation, rubbing the pads of his fingers over them as he sucks. Ichigo groans, knowing he won’t last for long. He bites his lip, reluctantly pushing Uryuu away.
“G-Gonna come, if you keep doing that.”
Uryuu smirks, wrapping his fingers around Ichigo’s cock and stroking as he nibbles on the Shinigami’s ear. “That’s the whole point.”
Ichigo tries to laugh, but it comes out as gasps and whimpers as Uryuu begins stroking him harder. He writhes, turning his face away from Uryuu as he pants loudly. It doesn’t take long for him to release and he does so with a loud moan, arching into Uryuu’s touch. Uryuu swears quietly, finding a tissue to wipe his hand with before undressing and crawling into Ichigo’s lap, kissing him hard.
“That was amazing. Watching your face. Watching you come, Ichigo. That was so damn sexy, I don’t know how I kept myself from jumping you for all those years.”
Ichigo laughs, still a little breathless. “You know, I wouldn’t have imagined you using the word sexy. But fuck, I wouldn’t have imagined you giving really good head either.”
Uryuu smiles and Ichigo strokes the Quincy’s cock. “I think I should return the favour, Uryuu. You think we should wait until we actually make it to the bed this time?”
Ichigo half-drags the Quincy to the bed, pushing him down and crawling on top of him. Uryuu learns exactly how good Ichigo is with his tongue while Ichigo learns how loud he can make Uryuu scream if he tries. He makes the dark haired man release once with his hands and mouth before Uryuu shifts around so that they can suck each other off at the same time. After they both release, they are far too tired to do very much other than sleep. They change the bed sheets and take a quick shower before curling up against each other.
When Ichigo wakes, the sky is dark outside. The curtains have been left open and he blinks a couple of times, remembering Uryuu telling him that the lights outside are always on and always bright. He grins to himself, realising that he had been too distracted the previous night to notice anything but the Quincy.
He slowly gets out of bed, finding that Uryuu has picked up the clothes they’d left scattered across the floor previously and they are sitting on Ichigo’s suitcase, neatly folded for him. He pulls his pants on and doesn’t bother to do up the snaps on his shirt before walking out of the room.
Uryuu is in the small kitchen, which is actually just a corner with a stove, a microwave oven and some cupboards. He walks up behind the Quincy, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing the small part of his neck that isn’t covered by Uryuu’s dark hair. “Hey.”
Uryuu smiles, tilting his head forward to give Ichigo more access to his neck.
“Hey,” he replies, turning the stove off. “Good timing. I just finished making dinner.”
Ichigo turns him so that they are facing each other and kisses him gently. By the time he pulls away, they’re both smiling.
“It’s nine o’clock,” Uryuu says with an amused look. “Our sleep schedule is out of whack already.”
Ichigo grins, his hands sliding down to squeeze the Quincy’s ass. “Well, we’ve just found a real good way to tire each other out, haven’t we?”
Uryuu punches him softly in the arm. “You flew all the way to Tokyo just to find out how many times we could have sex in one day, didn’t you?”
Smirking, the redhead pulls him closer so their bodies are pressed against one another. “You’ve seen through my plan.”
Chuckling and wrapping his arms around Ichigo’s neck, Uryuu nibbles on his ear before murmuring. “I wouldn’t mind, you know. That is… if you don’t. I… always imagined you’d have a lot of stamina anyway.”
Ichigo laughs against Uryuu’s neck, pulling back so he can look into the blue eyes. “Seriously?”
Uryuu looks away, slightly embarrassed. Ichigo places a hand on the Quincy’s chin, making him look back. Leaning forward to kiss the other man, Ichigo speaks against his lips. “Say it, Uryuu. I want to hear it from you.”
“What do you want me to say?” Uryuu asks, in the exasperated tone he always uses when he feels embarrassed.
Ichigo squeezes his sides and grins. “I want to hear you say that all you really want to do is spend a whole day in bed with me.”
“But I—”
“You what?” Ichigo asks, tilting his head back and looking into the other’s eyes. “You don’t?”
Uryuu opens his mouth and shuts it again. He turns around so his back is to Ichigo. “We’d better eat before dinner gets cold.”
Chuckling, the redhead tightens his grip on Uryuu, breathing gently against his ear. “Go on and say it. I won’t laugh.”
“You already are!”
Ichigo laughs even more, resting his forehead against the back of Uryuu’s head.
“…And at any rate, we’d need to eat and sleep too.”
“There! That’s like admitting that you do want to do it.”
“Do what?”
The redhead squeezes his sides and grins, “You tell me.”
Uryuu turns around, half amused and half annoyed. “Fine, Ichigo. I want to spend an entire day in bed with you. Tomorrow, before you leave. I… I want to…”
“…Sleep with me?” Ichigo supplies.
Uryuu snorts. “Technically, we’ve already done that.”
Holding Uryuu’s sides, Ichigo rests his chin on the Quincy’s shoulder so he can whisper right into his ear. “But you want me to fuck you.”
“Who said you’d be doing the fucking?” Uryuu shoots back, but he is smiling.
“Fine, we’ll take turns. We’ll have the whole day, anyway.”
This time, Uryuu can’t keep himself from laughing. He hugs Ichigo, grinning into his neck. “See? This is why I’ve been stupid for you for so long.”
“Because I’m the only one who knows how to make you drop the cold bastard act and laugh like crazy?” Ichigo asks, kissing whatever skin he can when he turns his head. “And you don’t need to pretend around me?”
“You like me for… me. Beneath the Quincy, beneath the doctor, beneath the seamster, beneath—”
“Your clothes.”
Uryuu hits him playfully. “You and your one-track mind.”
“So you’re glad,” Ichigo says, “That I not only appreciate you for being able to kick Hollow ass, fix people and fix clothes… but I also like you because you’re a great big dork.”
The Quincy snorts quietly. “Yes.”
“Good. Because the dork part is my favourite.”
Pretending that he isn’t embarrassed, Uryuu moves the food he’s made to the kitchen counter and gets some plates out. “We really should eat dinner. And probably get some sleep too, if we’re going to… be busy tomorrow.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” Ichigo says with a smirk. “But to be honest, I’m not the least bit sleepy. And neither are you. You’ve got that look in your eyes that tells me you’d rather be doing something.”
Uryuu is silent in thought for a moment before looking up. “I could take you out and show you the skyline here. I remember wanting to share it with you before… I went and found a good place to take a photo of it, but I guess it’s even better if I just take you there.”
“I’d like that.”
It’s already ten o’clock by the time they finish dinner and the night air is chilly. Their jacket’s aren’t thick enough, but they gladly take the opportunity to huddle close together. The building Uryuu is taking Ichigo to is a couple of streets away from the hotel, but the streets are long, feeling even longer due to the cold air they are eager to escape. The foyer is warm and they stand there for a moment, waiting to regain the feeling in their hands and feet before Uryuu leads the way to the elevator. The building is a large department store, but there aren’t many people at this time. Ichigo sighs, leaning back against the wall as Uryuu presses the button for the second highest floor.
There is a large window on one of the walls and Uryuu reaches out, taking Ichigo’s hand as they move towards it. Despite the fact that Ichigo is eager to see the skyline, he notices Uryuu’s reflection in the glass first before shaking his head and focusing on what is outside.
Uryuu watches in mild amusement as Ichigo stares wide-eyed. The tall buildings, bright lights and bustling city life is something they hardly see in Karakura and they both stand there, watching it for a long moment.
“…Wow,” Ichigo says quietly.
“I know. I was wondering how I’d manage to capture it all in a photo for you. I’m glad I don’t have to.”
Tightening his grip on Uryuu’s hand, Ichigo pulls him into an embrace. “I’m glad I got to see it with you.”
Uryuu smiles, not resisting Ichigo’s pull. He places a quick kiss on Ichigo’s cheek and leans into him. “So am I.”
Stroking the dark hair, the Shinigami pulls away but doesn’t let go of Uryuu’s hand. “Let’s get back to the hotel. I bet it’d be warmer in bed.”
Neither of them are very surprised when Ichigo ends up being right, but Uryuu chalks it up to the fact that they’re wearing clothes this time. Of course, he does not protest when Ichigo wraps his arms around him and holds him close. They lie there kissing for a while before Uryuu finally yawns and tucks his head beneath Ichigo’s.
“Good night,” he murmurs sleepily and Ichigo smiles, drifting off to sleep to the sound of Uryuu’s deep breathing.
They manage to keep their hands off each other the following morning as they brush their teeth and eat breakfast. Uryuu is surprised to say the least, but he doesn’t miss the sly look in Ichigo’s eyes that tells him that the redhead is just waiting to pounce.
And he does, just as Uryuu is washing up the dishes. It isn’t a pounce as much as slowly sliding up behind him and wrapping his arms around the Quincy’s skinny waist. Uryuu makes no reaction, other than to make sure he puts the plate down before Ichigo’s hands make it to the front of his pants.
“God, you’re impatient.”
“Oh come on, you didn’t look away from me once since we woke up.”
“How do you manage to be selectively observant? You’d usually miss something even if it was right in front of you, but as soon as I rely on that, you start taking notice of things.”
“You should know by now that it’s how things work.”
Uryuu opens his mouth to reply, but shuts it again as Ichigo palms his groin and grinds up against him from behind.
“Subtlety doesn’t mean a thing to you, does it?”
“Are you complaining?” Ichigo murmurs, nibbling Uryuu’s ear. “And you know, we should probably move so we’re not… uh, doing it in the kitchen.”
Grinning, Uryuu wraps his fingers around Ichigo’s wrists and turns his head back to kiss him. “We did say we’d spend the entire day in bed, didn’t we?”
They are already half-dressed by the time they make it to the bed. Ichigo pins Uryuu to the mattress and kisses down his bare chest. “Have I mentioned how much I love the fact that you get turned on as easily as I do? Because I do. It’s kind of surprising, but awesome.”
Laughing, Uryuu pulls him down into a kiss. “You need to learn to stop underestimating me.”
Wrapping his legs around Ichigo, he presses their bodies together. The redhead makes a surprised sound as their groins meet and Uryuu groans right into his ear.
“Take your pants off,” he murmurs, his hand coming up to stroke the back of Ichigo’s head. Hapilly obeying, Ichigo gets up and kicks his pants off before taking Uryuu’s off as well.
They both harden against each other’s touch and Uryuu gasps quietly as Ichigo strokes him before shifting down to suck him off. Whimpering and grunting, Uryuu throws his head back as he is deepthroated.
“Mmm, fuck,” Uryuu groans as Ichigo teases him with his tongue. He covers his mouth with a hand to make sure he doesn’t get too loud, but he moans loudly in protest as Ichigo pulls away. “No, no! Don’t stop. Please.”
Grinning, Ichigo places his fingers against Uryuu’s lips, urging him to suck on them. Frowning a little, Uryuu braces himself for the intrusion that doesn’t come. He slowly opens his eyes and they widen when he realises that Ichigo is preparing himself instead.
“Heh, what’s with that look?” Ichigo asks with a lopsided grin. “Thought you said you wanted to be the one doing the fucking.”
“I… do! But… you idiot, you could’ve gotten me to prepare you at the very least. And you’re using spit for lube!”
“What, and wait for us to go and get some?”
“Or you could have asked,” Uryuu replies, reaching over to the small bag he has on the bedside table.
“You’re always well-prepared, aren’t you?” Ichigo asks with a grin, settling on his knees.
Rubbing the lube onto his hands, Uryuu makes Ichigo lie down before spreading his legs. Ichigo is silent as he is prepared and Uryuu slicks himself up before slowly pushing into the other man. It is clear from Ichigo’s expression that he is in pain and the Quincy is careful with him, waiting for him to adjust before going any further.
They gradually fall into a gentle rhythm, pushing, pulling and gasping as they learn to move together. Ichigo gasps loudly when Uryuu finds his prostate, clutching onto the bedsheets and barely able to give warning before he releases. Uryuu moans softly, releasing as well.
They pull apart, panting softly. Uryuu rolls onto Ichigo and smiles before kissing him. “You feel amazing.”
Grinning, Ichigo raises an eyebrow, “Yeah? Maybe it’s my turn, then.”
They don’t stop until the afternoon. They’re hungry and tired, so they make their way to the kitchen. Thankfully, Uryuu had possessed the foresight to make enough food the previous night to last them for lunch as well and they lie on the couch, leaning against each other and eating. When they are finished, they are too lazy to put their bowls away so they leave them on the table and do not move from the couch.
Uryuu lies with his head in Ichigo’s lap and sighs contently when he feels the Shinigami’s fingers in his hair. He shuts his eyes and the words come out just as easily as a breath. “I love you.”
Ichigo’s hand pauses its stroking of the dark hair for a moment before Ichigo looks down at him and smiles. “Yeah. Love you.”
Returning the smile, Uryuu shuts his eyes. Sleep quickly claims him and Ichigo is happy to sit there and watch the Quincy sleep for a while before the tiredness begins to get to him as well. The couch is uncomfortable for him to sleep on while sitting up, so he carefully lifts Uryuu and carries him to the bed. Uryuu wakes as he is placed down on the mattress and reaches out, running his hands down Ichigo’s bare chest. He props himself up on his elbows as the redhead lies down to rest his head, and traces invisible patterns on the slightly tanned, muscled chest. Ichigo’s deep, steady breathing tells Uryuu that he is asleep and he strokes the Shinigami’s face affectionately before lying down beside him and falling asleep once more.
Ichigo wakes up an hour later, but Uryuu is still asleep. He takes a breath, about to wake the other man up, but then Uryuu mumbles in his sleep and snuggles closer. He smiles, unable to bring himself to disturb the Quincy and simply lies his head back down.
By the time they wake up again, night has already fallen.
“Damn it!” Uryuu mutters, sitting up. “We always sleep for so long.”
“It’s because we really tire each other out,” Ichigo replies with a grin, wrapping his arms around Uryuu’s waist.
“You still need to pack your bag for tomorrow morning. I’ll give you the shirts and ties I’ve made for you so I don’t need to carry them myself when I come home.”
Ichigo sighs. “Do I have to leave?”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” Uryuu replies truthfully. “But you’d have to face Ryuuken’s wrath for not showing up to work for a week.”
This makes Ichigo get out of bed and heave a sigh. “Right, I’d better get packing then.”
They pack Ichigo’s bag and eat dinner. Thankfully, Ichigo’s flight is at ten o’clock the next morning, and the hotel is only half an hour away from the airport. Ichigo grins as he leads Uryuu to the bed one last time.
He is extraordinarily gentle with the Quincy this time, holding back and ignoring his own lust to focus on Uryuu’s pleasure instead. His thrusts are slow and deep, making the dark haired man groan softly each time. Their arms wrap around each other as they pant, sweat and make love. The look of adoration in Uryuu’s eyes is intense and Ichigo finds that he can’t look away. They watch the pleasure play out on each other’s faces, drinking it in and letting it consume them.
Uryuu is the first to release, repeating Ichigo’s name quietly as though it is the only word he knows. Ichigo follows soon after, moaning against Uryuu’s lips. The Quincy’s legs fall to the sides, a sated look in his eyes. Ichigo kisses him hard, making him stand for a moment to change the bed sheets before curling up with him. They lie in each other’s arms for a long moment and Ichigo smiles, pressing his lips to Uryuu’s forehead.
“Mine.”
Ichigo delays his check-in as much as he can the following morning, wanting to stay with Uryuu for as long as possible. He can already see the lonely look in the blue eyes and it makes him never want to leave the Quincy’s side. To make them both feel slightly better, he stays as close to Uryuu as he can until he can delay no longer. They hug in the middle of the airport and Ichigo reluctantly pulls away.
“Just one week. I’ll see you in a week.”
Uryuu waves until Ichigo is out of sight and sighs, knowing that he can stay back no longer and makes his way to work.
He returns that night to a hotel room that looks and feels far emptier than it should. He lies on the bed he’d shared with Ichigo, burying his face in the pillow Ichigo had used, doing everything he can to pick up the redhead’s scent.
It is twelve past nine when the phone rings.
“I miss you so much,” Ichigo’s voice tells him, the moment he answers the phone.
Despite the lonely, tortured tone to Ichigo’s voice, which sounds far too similar to what he feels himself, Uryuu smiles. “I miss you too, Ichigo.”
They talk about their days, about missing each other and everything in between. They talk to hear each other’s voices; to pretend, for just a moment, that they’re still sitting curled up together on the couch. Two hours fly by without their realising and Uryuu’s eyes widen as he looks at the time.
“We’d better go,” he says quietly. “I have an especially early start tomorrow.”
He hears Ichigo make a sound of agreement on the other end and hesitates for a moment before speaking. “…Hey…”
“Hm?”
Uryuu is silent for a moment, and then Ichigo can hear him smiling. “…I love you.”
Grinning, Ichigo runs a hand through his hair. “I love you too. Sleep well.”
He paces in the waiting section, glancing at the monitors every three seconds. He sees the word he wants to, beside the plane number that he’s memorised. ARRIVED, the screens tell him, but it seems like an eternity since the status had changed. There are still no people coming out and Ichigo taps his foot impatiently.
Compared to this, the previous week’s worth of waiting seems like nothing. Somehow, the last few minutes seem a lot longer. A lot more torturous. He looks up as he sees people beginning to come out. Scanning the crowd for the familiar face, he waits, and waits a little longer. There are business people coming out with their small suitcases. He frowns, knowing that Uryuu should be one of them. But he still doesn’t see the Quincy. A mother and her young daughter. No Uryuu. Another small family. No Uryuu. No Uryuu. No Uryuu.
Uryuu.
His entire face brightens up when he registers the familiar figure walking out, noticing him and briskly walking towards him. Ichigo is laughing by the time they are close enough to pull each other into an embrace. The Shinigami shuts his eyes and inhales the scent that he’s missed for one long week. He glances around at the others in the airport before deciding that no, he doesn’t care.
And leaning forward, he gives the other man a long kiss. “Welcome home, Uryuu.”
*dies*
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Date: 2008-07-03 06:36 pm (UTC)It's cold, rainy and gray here today. That just brightened it up. And I wasn't kidding when I said that's all I'm going to be thinking about all through work. Thank goodness it's only a 3.5 hour shift. XD
<3<3<3<3
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Date: 2008-07-04 01:15 am (UTC)I'm still out of it xD; 4:30am bed times are NOT for me. And omg, I can't believe that in the tiny bit you didn't beta, I managed to cram something like four typos AND tense confusion xDD Go me.
My failing aside, I'm glad you liked it <3 I was kind of worried it'd be rushed (at that point, I wanted sleep more than a good ending xD) and just blah, so I'm glad you didn't think it was terrible <3 And hey, it's not like I have anything on my mind that ISN'T IchiIshi
or dollsxD <3 <3 <3YOU HAVE NOT DIED IN VAIN
Date: 2008-07-03 07:36 pm (UTC)This was wonderful.
WHAT A RELIEF
Date: 2008-07-04 01:19 am (UTC)Glad you liked <3
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Date: 2008-07-03 08:49 pm (UTC)<333
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Date: 2008-07-04 08:03 am (UTC)I'm so glad you managed to finish it *Daddy Happy Dance*
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Date: 2008-07-05 01:35 am (UTC)Just thinking about this ending makes me giggle. The whole thing was amazing.
I got about half-way through this before I had to leave for work this morning, and all I could think about for those eight hours was this fic.
It's official. I would take a bullet for you, and I'd be able to die happy. xD
So much more to say, but I can't even think of it all.
♥♥♥xinfinity
kiyala FTW. ♥♥♥
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Date: 2008-07-17 04:18 am (UTC)I'm really glad yo like this so much!! And yay for being loved <3 <3 <3 <3
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Date: 2008-07-05 05:48 am (UTC)u have phonesex here! that's one of my kink,:D
and i love the ending! so sweet!
thank you very much for sacrifice your sleep to finish this chapter! i love you!<333
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Date: 2008-07-17 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-17 03:24 am (UTC)So cute!
Date: 2008-07-30 10:54 pm (UTC)They seam so real,You cach thayer characteristics so well!
And you allways seam to make thayer relationship sound so real!Haha! Lol good job!
(Sorry if i can't spell)
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Date: 2008-08-06 11:24 pm (UTC)I've been catching up with your fics for some days and getting lazy upon commenting time, but now with THIS, I cannot resist any longer!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was so gooood >w< I am really happy I didn't read the beginning when you posted it because waiting for the third chapter would have been awful XP
BUT ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >w< *happy sigh* This is SO going into my mem's next to some of your other fics >w< (including A&I >w< WRITE MOAAAAAR CHAPTERED FICS, YOU ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >w<) ♥♥♥♥
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Date: 2008-08-07 03:02 am (UTC)Hahaha, I think you're the only person who thinks I should write more chaptered stuff, because it takes me so freaking long to update xD;;
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Date: 2008-08-07 08:18 am (UTC)(^_^)
Date: 2008-09-08 07:39 am (UTC)adorable (^_^) \/
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Date: 2008-09-20 02:51 am (UTC)Too sweet. I can't handle it. /cavities
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Date: 2010-06-04 09:34 pm (UTC)But, seriously, OMG I love this fic! My favorite part is the lovemaking. Not the blow jobs, hand jobs, and various makeouts (though I loved that, too) but Ichigo doing it all nice and slow and Uryu looking at him admiringly. Gah! I just about died picturing it! I love you so much! >_
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Date: 2010-06-04 11:25 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. I love it when people appreciate the fics I write and this one in particular took quite a bit to complete and I'm so glad you enjoyed it! (and I'll be the first to admit, I love writing fluffy sex scenes hahaha)