Shipped Out | By : ChipsAndFish Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Urahara/Ichigo Views: 7877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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AN : For my own amusement, I’ve decided to go ahead and finish what I started in Boxed Up. Ichigo and Kisuke will be graphically gettin’ it on for your reading pleasure. But not in this chapter. This is rather like a teaser. The second chapter is in the works and will be coming along as soon as I am finished (read: whenever I have a weekend clear of errands to actually get it all straightened out). I am unsure if there will be a third chapter, but it will most likely be a simple, fluffy epilogue and not much else.
Also, if you would like to see any other pairing written by me, or more yummy Ichigo/Kisuke, then please feel free to offer up a plot bunny in a review or e-mail. Because of time-restraints, I will only be doing one-shots. Thank you!
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It had been Orihime’s wistful, harmless idea - or as harmless as the girl was capable of being. But Kisuke was not willing to let his perfect plan be soiled by such beginnings. Her sighed-out longings for a vacation at the beach had mostly fallen on deaf ears, but Kisuke had swiftly taken note of the interest in Ichigo’s eyes. He was becoming quite good at detecting the boy’s inner desires.
As he’d sipped his tea and murmured acknowledgements to Orihime’s continuing babble, he’d imagined Ichigo dripping salt water down his well-formed chest, a rare smile of pure enjoyment on his lips, his bathing shorts hanging loosely under deliciously curved hipbones. He’d imagined dragging the tanned, slightly startled boy back into the water and pushing him up against an outcropping of rocks and tearing off those teasing shorts and spreading his firm, wriggling backside apart and shoving himself into a hot, clenching channel meant for him and his cock and not one other soul in any damn world.
So of course Kisuke had quietly made the arrangements for them all to go that weekend, and then just as slyly made sure everyone else was much to busy with soul-society or school or simple life to actually go. Everyone except Ichigo and himself. And bless that sweet, virgin but-not-for-much-longer heart of his, Ichigo didn’t suspect a thing.
They made their way to the train stop and said their goodbyes to those that were able to at least go that far with them. Ichigo suffering through hugs from a myriad of his friends while he’d pushed them all back with a snapped out “it’s two days! I’ll see you at school on Monday! Crap!” The last word bit out when Chad landed a friendly but powerful slap on his shoulder.
The train ride was a true test of Kisuke’s patience, for Ichigo had already donned his swim trunks and a loose, thin cotton shirt with ‘Jailbait’ cheerfully strewn across it in edgy English script. It had been a gift from Kisuke just last week, and the substitue shinigami just hadn’t figured the true meaning out yet. Sitting there, speaking in low tones of the recent Hollows, the happenings in soul society, and the misadventures of Kon, when all he wanted to do was start their ‘vacation’ much earlier than scheduled…
Kisuke was thankful that the hours on the train flew by as quickly as the landscape, his hunger for Ichigo hidden by a well-placed beach towel.
As they stepped off the train into blinding sunlight and welcoming sea air, Kisuke congratulated himself for the genius he was, and ushered Ichigo quickly to their rented cottage overlooking a private beach.
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Ichigo hoped Kisuke hadn’t picked up on his subterfuge, but he’d gone through hell and back trying to make sure everyone couldn’t quite make it to the beach-weekend his lover had planned. Orihime had been the hardest to fool into not going - simply because she’d wanted to so badly. She had blasted through every one of the minor problems Ichigo had set in her path, and it had only been an unforeseen essay in one of her most difficult classes that finally kept her from the beach. Ichigo didn’t know which god he had to thank for that, but he’d had no hand in it.
It was going to be hard enough seducing his older lover without all the distractions of his friends.
Ichigo sighed as he wondered just what he was going to do to make Kisuke take the final step with him. The older man had been so careful with him - introducing him to all manner of foreplay and teasing and a really hot, kinky sort of rutting - but whenever Ichigo tried to move things along into actual sex, they ran into some unforeseen wall. Usually, the substitute shinigami had to admit, it was his own damn fault. He was too inexperienced to know what the hell he had to do, and too proud to beg Kisuke like he truly wanted to. He usually just ended up awkwardly trying to take control - which Kisuke found amusing and arousing - which commonly meant Ichigo would end up with Kisuke’s cock halfway down his throat while his lover gritted out dirty, exciting endearments.
Not that Ichigo was complaining. He’d never been happier in his entire life than this last month he’d been with Kisuke.
But he was a teenage boy, damnit! He wanted to have sex.
And Kisuke was going to comply, or Ichigo would strangle the beautiful man.
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