[fic] Happy Tuesday
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shannys_cornerTitle: Happy Tuesday
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kiyala
Word Count: 918
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: R
Warnings: men groping other men
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "vehicular"
This is forlifeinahole27 because not only is she awesome, but the two of us will always have a special kind of appreciation of vespas xD
“Surprise present time!” Ichigo announces, kissing Uryuu as he hands him a large box in gift wrap.
“What’s the occasion?” Uryuu asks, raising an eyebrow as he looks at the large box.
Ichigo shrugs. “I don’t know. Happy Tuesday. Open it.”
With a quizzical look, Uryuu does so. Ichigo taps his foot impatiently as he watches Uryuu carefully unstick the tape holding the wrapping paper together. When it’s off, he opens the blank box and peers inside.
“Oh no,” he groans.
“Oh yes,” Ichigo replies, taking the helmet out of the box and placing it on Uryuu’s head. “You have a helmet now. You’re out of arguments. We’re going riding.”
Before Uryuu can protest, he’s being dragged outside by the wrist. Ichigo’s grinning as he puts his own helmet on and leads the way to what Uryuu sees as certain doom.
It’s in the form of a ridiculously bright orange vespa. Ichigo’s ‘baby’ as he refers to it embarrassingly often. Uryuu tries digging his heels in the ground.
“I am not getting on that, Kurosaki. You can’t make me.”
“Yes I can.” Ichigo grabs Uryuu by the sides and lifts him. Uryuu lets out an indignant squawk as he’s placed down on the black seat. Before he can even attempt getting off, Ichigo sits and starts the scooter. “Hold on, or you’ll fall off.”
“Why would you do this to me?” Uryuu sulks. The scooter picks up speed and he instinctively holds onto Ichigo’s waist. “People will stare.”
“They’ve got better things to look at,” Ichigo replies, turning around the corner and puttering down the road.
“Two men. On a bright orange vespa, Kurosaki!”
“Well, if you’re going to yell like that, of course people will look.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
They ride in silence. As much as Uryuu hates to admit it, even to himself, he finds that he rather likes the feeling of the cool wind against him, and Ichigo’s body is warm against his. It’s late and there are hardly any people on the road other than the two of them. Uryuu leans forward, resting his chin on Ichigo’s shoulder and holding him a little tighter.
“Vepsa hug,” Ichigo says with a grin. “Awesome.”
Uryuu shivers and huddles closer to Ichigo. “Can we head back? It’s getting cold.”
Ichigo pulls over to the side of the street to turn around. But first, he twists in the seat and pulls Uryuu into a kiss.
“Vespa kiss?” Uryuu guesses, trying not to smile.
“You love it,” Ichigo grins. “And if you’re cold, my jacket’s got pockets.”
They start heading home and Uryuu slides his hands into the pockets of Ichigo’s jacket, relishing the warmth. He leans against Ichigo, happy to stay that way until an idea occurs to him.
Ichigo watches the road as they drive through quiet streets, a small grin on his lips from the way he feels Uryuu leaning on him. Uryuu shifts – probably to get more comfortable, Ichigo guesses – but then Ichigo feels something that makes him jump a little in his seat.
Uryuu’s hand snakes out of the jacket pocket and trails down Ichigo’s stomach, settling on his crotch.
“Uryuu—”
“Keep driving,” he replies casually. Ichigo can hear the smirk in his voice.
The hand moves, rubbing maddening circles over the thick denim of Ichigo’s jeans. Ichigo sucks in a deep breath and tries to focus on driving. “If we crash and die, it’s your fault.”
“We won’t,” Uryuu murmurs against Ichigo’s ear. His fingers press harder and Ichigo’s head spins. He can hear Uryuu chuckle and then the Quincy’s voice is close to his ear again. “I have to admit, it feels good to have the engine vibrating under us—”
“Uryuu, please,” Ichigo says through clenched teeth. “Just wait until we’re back.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Uryuu asks with a smirk, continuing to rub the growing bulge in Ichigo’s pants. “Eyes on the road, Ichigo.”
Making a defeated sound, Ichigo turns his focus back to driving and speeds up a little. The sooner they’re in one of their flats and off the road, the better. For everyone. Ichigo doesn’t trust his attention span as much as Uryuu seems to and grinds his teeth together as his blood reroutes down south.
They’re nearly at Ichigo’s place and he thinks he’s safe when he feels Uryuu grind up against him. He swears in a low voice. Uryuu is as hard as he is and – Ichigo realises as he is rubbed up against one more time – just as impatient now.
Just a little further. Ichigo pulls into the underground car park when Uryuu leans against him heavily and groans, “Ichigo.”
Ichigo’s mind shuts down and he’s unsure of exactly how he manages to park his scooter, drag Uryuu up to his flat and unlock the door. But as soon as they’re inside, he pushes Uryuu down into the couch and climbs onto him, kissing him hard with the intent of getting rid of that self-satisfied smirk. It doesn’t work.
“I hate you.”
Uryuu chuckles. “No you don’t.”
“I’m never taking you riding again,” he growls, though his voice is so rough with desire that the words don’t have the angry edge to them. “So you win. But believe me, Uryuu, you aren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow morning.”
The smirk only grows wider as Ichigo’s hands fumble with Uryuu’s belt buckle. Spreading his legs, he lets Ichigo do what he wants.
“It was so worth it.”
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Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 918
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: R
Warnings: men groping other men
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "vehicular"
This is for
lifeinahole27 because not only is she awesome, but the two of us will always have a special kind of appreciation of vespas xD“Surprise present time!” Ichigo announces, kissing Uryuu as he hands him a large box in gift wrap.
“What’s the occasion?” Uryuu asks, raising an eyebrow as he looks at the large box.
Ichigo shrugs. “I don’t know. Happy Tuesday. Open it.”
With a quizzical look, Uryuu does so. Ichigo taps his foot impatiently as he watches Uryuu carefully unstick the tape holding the wrapping paper together. When it’s off, he opens the blank box and peers inside.
“Oh no,” he groans.
“Oh yes,” Ichigo replies, taking the helmet out of the box and placing it on Uryuu’s head. “You have a helmet now. You’re out of arguments. We’re going riding.”
Before Uryuu can protest, he’s being dragged outside by the wrist. Ichigo’s grinning as he puts his own helmet on and leads the way to what Uryuu sees as certain doom.
It’s in the form of a ridiculously bright orange vespa. Ichigo’s ‘baby’ as he refers to it embarrassingly often. Uryuu tries digging his heels in the ground.
“I am not getting on that, Kurosaki. You can’t make me.”
“Yes I can.” Ichigo grabs Uryuu by the sides and lifts him. Uryuu lets out an indignant squawk as he’s placed down on the black seat. Before he can even attempt getting off, Ichigo sits and starts the scooter. “Hold on, or you’ll fall off.”
“Why would you do this to me?” Uryuu sulks. The scooter picks up speed and he instinctively holds onto Ichigo’s waist. “People will stare.”
“They’ve got better things to look at,” Ichigo replies, turning around the corner and puttering down the road.
“Two men. On a bright orange vespa, Kurosaki!”
“Well, if you’re going to yell like that, of course people will look.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
They ride in silence. As much as Uryuu hates to admit it, even to himself, he finds that he rather likes the feeling of the cool wind against him, and Ichigo’s body is warm against his. It’s late and there are hardly any people on the road other than the two of them. Uryuu leans forward, resting his chin on Ichigo’s shoulder and holding him a little tighter.
“Vepsa hug,” Ichigo says with a grin. “Awesome.”
Uryuu shivers and huddles closer to Ichigo. “Can we head back? It’s getting cold.”
Ichigo pulls over to the side of the street to turn around. But first, he twists in the seat and pulls Uryuu into a kiss.
“Vespa kiss?” Uryuu guesses, trying not to smile.
“You love it,” Ichigo grins. “And if you’re cold, my jacket’s got pockets.”
They start heading home and Uryuu slides his hands into the pockets of Ichigo’s jacket, relishing the warmth. He leans against Ichigo, happy to stay that way until an idea occurs to him.
Ichigo watches the road as they drive through quiet streets, a small grin on his lips from the way he feels Uryuu leaning on him. Uryuu shifts – probably to get more comfortable, Ichigo guesses – but then Ichigo feels something that makes him jump a little in his seat.
Uryuu’s hand snakes out of the jacket pocket and trails down Ichigo’s stomach, settling on his crotch.
“Uryuu—”
“Keep driving,” he replies casually. Ichigo can hear the smirk in his voice.
The hand moves, rubbing maddening circles over the thick denim of Ichigo’s jeans. Ichigo sucks in a deep breath and tries to focus on driving. “If we crash and die, it’s your fault.”
“We won’t,” Uryuu murmurs against Ichigo’s ear. His fingers press harder and Ichigo’s head spins. He can hear Uryuu chuckle and then the Quincy’s voice is close to his ear again. “I have to admit, it feels good to have the engine vibrating under us—”
“Uryuu, please,” Ichigo says through clenched teeth. “Just wait until we’re back.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Uryuu asks with a smirk, continuing to rub the growing bulge in Ichigo’s pants. “Eyes on the road, Ichigo.”
Making a defeated sound, Ichigo turns his focus back to driving and speeds up a little. The sooner they’re in one of their flats and off the road, the better. For everyone. Ichigo doesn’t trust his attention span as much as Uryuu seems to and grinds his teeth together as his blood reroutes down south.
They’re nearly at Ichigo’s place and he thinks he’s safe when he feels Uryuu grind up against him. He swears in a low voice. Uryuu is as hard as he is and – Ichigo realises as he is rubbed up against one more time – just as impatient now.
Just a little further. Ichigo pulls into the underground car park when Uryuu leans against him heavily and groans, “Ichigo.”
Ichigo’s mind shuts down and he’s unsure of exactly how he manages to park his scooter, drag Uryuu up to his flat and unlock the door. But as soon as they’re inside, he pushes Uryuu down into the couch and climbs onto him, kissing him hard with the intent of getting rid of that self-satisfied smirk. It doesn’t work.
“I hate you.”
Uryuu chuckles. “No you don’t.”
“I’m never taking you riding again,” he growls, though his voice is so rough with desire that the words don’t have the angry edge to them. “So you win. But believe me, Uryuu, you aren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow morning.”
The smirk only grows wider as Ichigo’s hands fumble with Uryuu’s belt buckle. Spreading his legs, he lets Ichigo do what he wants.
“It was so worth it.”
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Date: 2009-08-11 08:03 am (UTC)It is so perfect, so them, and so FREAKING HAPPY TUESDAY!
Excuse me while I go squee myself in a corner.... hee hee heee
<3<3<3<3<3
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Date: 2009-08-11 09:26 am (UTC)<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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Date: 2009-08-11 09:17 am (UTC)And it so made my day so far :D <3
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Date: 2009-08-12 02:27 am (UTC)-_-; Is it me or did that just sound dirty?
--to make sure he never had to go riding on the Vespa again was just very hot.
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Date: 2009-08-12 03:32 am (UTC)*squeeee* XD
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Date: 2009-08-26 05:01 am (UTC)The gift helmet was hilarious. But I am a bit saddened that Ichigo has such terrible taste. :P
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Date: 2009-08-26 06:19 am (UTC)