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Anything You Want	By : yaoiismyantidrug Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Anything You Want
- 1
Ishida Uryuu wants to suck his boyfriend’s dick.

Maybe he doesn’t want it every minute of every day, but the desire comes much, much more often than he’s comfortable with. He wants it almost as badly as he’d wanted to learn the Seele Schneider, or as badly as he’d wanted to get out from under his father’s roof.

And it’s not like he doesn’t ever get to.

Get to, he thinks, with a weird mixture of squeamishness and desire.

Since he and Chad began seeing each other four months ago, they’ve fooled around not even a dozen times, and it’s only once (one night that he remembers as if it were a dream… it had been very late and they’d both been exhausted, and Uryuu had gone from kissing Chad’s chest and stomach and tentatively rubbing his erection through his jeans, to leaning sideways over Chad’s crotch with Chad in his mouth) that he’d gotten to.

Gotten to he thinks now, squeamish because it’s wet and messy and they both get all disheveled and sweaty, and then there’s the semen. In his mouth, on his face, on Chad’s lower belly, even a little in Uryuu’s hair.

And here, perversely, is the desire. Because he wants the wetness, the messiness, god, he wants the semen. In his mouth, on his face, all over Chad.

He wants it all over himself if he could manage it, despite how squeamish it makes him, thinking about it now when he’s not with Chad…. when he doesn’t have him in his hand, or his mouth, long and hard and tasting deliciously of skin, though he’d never realized skin had a taste, before he’d begun getting intimate with Chad.

These thoughts have followed him on the whole walk from his apartment to the halfway point where Chad meets him so that they can walk back to Chad’s apartment together. He sees his boyfriend waiting there, a block and a half away, head and shoulders above just about everyone else walking down the street. He’s leaning against a tree blooming with white flowers, gazing up at the branches.

He must sense Uryuu approaching, because he looks down and directly into Uryuu’s eyes. Chad’s face splits in a remarkably handsome smile, one Uryuu had never seen before the first night they kissed. Uryuu can’t help but to smile back, the smile still feeling new and unpracticed on his face. He doesn’t need to practice it though; Chad has told him twice how much he likes Uryuu’s smile, when Uryuu had smiled at him after long, deep kisses.

Chad doesn’t say much when they’re getting close–doesn’t say much any other time either–but the things he says when they are getting… together always make Uryuu feel warm, or hot, in several different and wonderful ways.

Feet speeding up without him noticing, Uryuu reaches Chad in under a minute, keeping eye contact almost the whole time, though he nearly bowls over a few middle school students when he walks too long without taking in his surroundings. He smiles sheepishly at Chad, who’s still smiling back at him–is he amused? Uryuu can’t quite tell, but it’s still a smile.

He approaches Chad, slowing when he’s two houses away.

“Hey,” Chad says when Uryuu reaches him, grinning down at him.

“Hello,” Uryuu says, smiling up. His smile softens when he sees the flower petals that have floated down into Chad’s hair while he waited under this tree. Reaching up to touch Chad’s hair, Uryuu says, “You’ve got… “

Chad leans down so that Uryuu can pluck the few petals out of Chad’s hair, and their faces are kissing-close. But, with restraint, and a little regret, Uryuu takes a step back and nods.

When Chad’s not looking, he stuffs the flower petals in his pocket.

They walk slowly to Chad’s apartment, discussing what they’d been doing since they’d seen each other last, on Thursday. It is now Monday, so they have a lot to report.

Or Uryuu does, at least. Chad listens, by all evidence happily. He nods when appropriate and smiles more often than is strictly necessary, given the dry subject matter, letting his hand bump against Uryuu’s from time to time. The first time it happens Uryuu smiles a little wider, pleased (though he has a strong urge to take Chad’s hand, to twine their fingers together, and who cares who sees them? But that would be rude to the other pedestrians, would be no matter what configuration of couple they were) and he feels a little warm bloom in his chest each subsequent time it happens.

Chad does contribute to the conversation. A little. “I had band practice... It was good. Ichigo came,” he says.

Uryuu might be a little jealous, had Chad not invited him as well, but unfortunately, the all-ages crafting club that he presided over had a meeting at a conflicting time. “I’ll go next time,” he says, and Chad nods.

“Good,” Chad says, and maybe a minute later Uryuu realizes Chad’s done talking, for now.

So Uryuu talks about a new cd he’d gotten over the weekend, loaned to him by a middle-aged woman in his crafting club. It’s classic rock, one of Chad’s favorite genres, and Uryuu lists some of his favorite tracks. Chad nods along approvingly with each choice.

Then they’re at Chad’s place, and when they get to the door, Chad opens it and ushers Uryuu in with a big hand spanning his lower back. Uryuu’s ears go hot, and he realizes he’s not thought of them doing… you know… for the last five minutes of their walk. But now he’s thinking of it, Chad’s hand lingering on his back before it slides away. He tries to control his breathing, which wants to go all fast and shaky at the mere sight of Chad’s couch, where they’d done all their fooling around so far. Images of Chad’s body, Chad’s dick, Chad’s face when he comes, god, flash though Uryuu’s mind. He shakes his head minutely to rid himself of all that stimulating imagery.

Then he suppresses a sigh. They had exchanged handjobs, while kissing so much the whole bottom of Uryuu’s face had gotten chapped, only four days ago, so they aren’t due for another… makeout session for at least another week. At least.

After offering Uryuu a beverage, which he politely refuses, Chad turns the radio on to a rock station, and turns the volume dial down low. He sits on his couch and looks up at Uryuu. Uryuu takes a deep breath Can I? I can. Can’t I? he thinks. It's unprecedented for him to initiate, but he surprises himself by sitting right next to Chad on the three-seat couch, hip-to-hip and thigh-to-thigh, and after he settles in, reaching out and drawing light circles on Chad’s knee with a lazy fingertip. As if he’s just doing it idly, not paying attention at all.

And what’s wrong with this?, Uryuu asks himself. What’s so forward about sitting close to my boyfriend, touching his knee? I like him, and he knows I like him, so this should just be natural.

Then Chad wraps a long arm around his shoulders, fingers dragging his sleeve up along his upper arm and giving him goosebumps, and how does that make Uryuu start to get hard? Maybe it’s simply being this close to him, so close he can smell this morning's aftershave. And maybe it’s the sound of Chad’s soft breathing, which Uryuu knows goes all rough and harsh when they…

Looking away from Chad for a second, he rolls his eyes at himself. He can’t even put the things they do into words. Well, before they’re actually doing them, anyway. Then they come to him, vulgar and filthy and hot as sin. In his mind, at least.

And he wants to be doing them. He feels his cheeks go warm as he drags a fingertip up Chad’s leg, feeling the long, thick muscles of Chad’s thigh through the worn jeans.

He hears a quiet rustle, senses Chad looking at him, and, flushing harder, he slides his finger higher, almost reaching the hip-to-thigh crease of Chad’s jeans. Sneaking a glance out of the corner of his eye at Chad, he sees Chad watching him with keen interest. Notices, with gratification, that Chad has subtle spots of color high on his cheeks.

He’s not off to a bad start, he thinks. He’s drawing long lines up and down Chad’s thigh, fingertip coming closer and closer to brushing against the swell of Chad’s balls, and a short time later, the swell of his hardening cock. And Chad’s hand on his shoulder is pressing down, the careful squeezing switching to goosebump-inducing stroking against his upper arm, then back to squeezing again.

During the third wave of goosebumps, Uryuu finds himself tilting his head back and squeezing Chad’s thigh, hard.

“Uryuu,” Chad says. “Come here.” And he reaches across Uryuu to grab the leg not touching his, and manhandles Uryuu before Uryuu can even begin to move, until he’s straddling Chad’s lap. Uryuu’s arms are wrapped around Chad’s shoulders, their faces inches apart, and Uryuu realizes that Chad’s breathing just as fast as he is.

Right next to Uryuu's mouth. Uryuu has time to suck in a quick breath before Chad's mouth is on his, hot and eager.

The make out for a few minutes, Uryuu perched on Chad’s thighs with first Chad’s, then Uryuu’s, hands roaming up and down each other’s chests and sides and hips. When Chad’s hands go to his ass, Uryuu realizes he’s gently rocking his hips back and forth, and that he’s completely hard.

Chad’s hand moves in between them, and before it covers Chad’s dick, Uryuu sees that Chad’s hard, too, and awkwardly tucked into his pants. With a quiet sigh, Chad rearranges himself so that he lines up under his fly. When he takes his hand away Uryuu’s mouth goes dry.

In those old, faded jeans, the very tip of it pops out, by the looks of it constricted by the waistband. Uryuu wants nothing more than to free it. To take it in his hands, to slide down between Chad’s legs and take it in his mouth.

Uryuu looks to Chad’s face, sees the dazed expression there, and wants. He wants clothes shoved out of the way, red cheeks, heavy breathing. He wants whole, sweaty afternoons lost to this. He wants spit dripping down his lips and chin, he wants hands in his hair, stroking, tugging. He wants Chad.

With a hand on Uryuu’s lower back, Chad pulls him closer, and Uryuu can feel his erection against Chad’s, long and hard and seeming to radiate heat. Chad strokes the short hair on the back of Uryuu’s head, cups his skull, and draws him in for a kiss.

They kiss and thrust and rub against each other, hands sliding up shoulders and into hair, traveling over backs, molding over chests, and they’re panting, grunting, groaning. Chad breaks away from Uryuu’s mouth long enough to murmur, “Uryuu, feel so good.”

Before Uryuu knows it he’s coming in his pants, and Chad follows close after, and they didn’t even get to handjobs this time.

They didn’t even take off their shirts.

He sighs against Chad’s shoulder, a strange mix of deflated and fulfilled.

After a little while of watching tv together and a few quiet words shared with Chad’s arm once again warm around his shoulders, he says goodbye to Chad at the halfway tree and walks home. His underwear is only a little stiff, him having wiped the worst of his mess out of his briefs in Chad's bathroom once he’d slid off of his lap.

His thoughts churn and dart hither and yon. Where did I go wrong? he wonders, frowning down at the sidewalk. Well, it wasn’t wrong; it had been very, very good, rubbing his erection against Chad’s, feeling exactly how big Chad was through his pants. And it had been so very hot, feeling Chad’s hands spread over Uryuu’s ass, Chad panting against Uryuu’s neck, breath hot and heavy, and turning into a deep, ragged groan when Chad came with Uryuu straddling his lap, and rolling his hips up against him.

Uryuu swallows, walking down the street. He needs a drink of water. He’s just passed his apartment, he realizes with mild chagrin. How anybody could think about Chad like that, and not get carried away with their thoughts, he can’t comprehen

Hours later, brushing his teeth after having carefully pressed the flower petals into a book, Uryuu’s thoughts go to Chad for the nth time that day.

He wishes he could just talk to Chad, but… maybe it’s just because he knows talking about it will be mortifying; he doesn’t think he realistically has it in him to even bring their sparse sex life up to Chad, much less tell him how much he wants to perform specific acts.

…Or maybe it’s difficult because Chad doesn’t just talk to him. The really important things don’t go unsaid, but Chad’s not a chatter, and to Uryuu’s knowledge, never has been. And sometimes Uryuu really likes that about him, the way pleasant, comfortable silences can stretch out between them, and Uryuu can just be there, without having to be smart, or talented, or strong. He can just be, with Chad.

He sighs around the toothbrush in his mouth. I’ll think of something. He spits his toothpaste into the sink.

The next Saturday, Uryuu’s at Chad’s place again, and evening finds them kissing on the couch. Uryuu has turned to face Chad with one of his legs swung over one of Chad’s. His knee is nearing Chad’s crotch, and he can feel the heat of it through his pants, he’s so close. He keeps glancing down, though he can’t see anything past the arm wrapped around him. He wants to see Chad’s dick, wants to see if it’s getting hard like his is.

He drags a hand across Chad’s chest and feels buttons. Buttons. Stealthier to undo buttons than to take Chad’s shirt off all at once, and less likely for Chad to distract him with something else.

So he slips his hand up and pops open the first one, groaning as Chad sucks on his bottom lip before licking into his mouth again. Then the next one, and the next, and he remembers his leg–how could I forget my leg? he thinks, baffled. Just as he’s nudging his knee that last inch higher, Chad says, “C’mere.”

Then he’s muscling Uryuu onto his lap again.

Uryuu nearly grits his teeth in frustration. But he lets Chad arrange him, lets Chad kiss him. Not like those are bad things, no. They’re pleasurable, and arousing.

Uryuu takes a quick breath that has nothing to do with the way Chad’s kissing him; he is suddenly trepidatious, because he’s decided he wants to move forward tonight. Which will probably mean stopping Chad from doing this, from dragging Uryuu up his thighs, pulling him closer until they’re chest to chest. Chad's as hard in his pants as he’s ever been and Uryuu grinds against him, and is ashamed at the thought that this is not enough for him, but… he wants more. More than them dry humping each other fully clothed. He wants so much more.

Groaning at a slow squeeze to his ass, Uryuu draws back from Chad and looks into his dazed eyes, then finds he can’t hold eye contact. He looks away.

“Chad, I… “ he begins, but then sighs harshly. He’d had a whole speech planned, about how they are adults, and they can do whatever they want, and they don’t have to take it so slow. It doesn’t matter if Uryuu’s a virgin, or had been one in almost every way before they’d started canoodling. It doesn’t matter if they’ve only–only!–been together for four months.

Thinking this motivates him to try speaking again. “Chad. We’re… I want to… “ Here he frowns. He can feel Chad’s eyes on his face. He can feel Chad’s cock pressed against his, warm and stiff. God, he wants it, wants to do so many things to Chad, and he can’t even form a sentence to tell him so. He steals a glance at Chad, and Chad is watching him intently, no hint of haziness left.

One more try. “I want you… “ Closer, but not there yet.

I jerked off last night fantasizing about sucking Chad off, for god’s sake, yet I still can’t talk to him about it, he thinks. He hisses in frustration, but stops when he feels Chad’s fingers on his chin, turning his face so that they’re eye to eye.

“Uryuu,” Chad says, his eyes sharp and direct on Uryuu’s face. “I’d let you do anything you wanted to me. You can do anything.”

“I… “Uryuu starts, but trails off. He doesn’t even know what he was going to say. He didn’t expect such a clear and all-encompassing permission, but maybe he should have; this kind of blunt honesty is totally within Chad’s wheelhouse. Uryuu has seen it on several occasions, in his time of knowing Chad.

He feels his face turn red and his hands twitch where they’re resting on Chad’s shoulders, then pulls a page from Chad’s book, and shuts up. I can do anything? Well then, I’m going to do anything.

He’s going to start by kissing Chad, and plunging his hands into Chad’s thick, shaggy hair, both things he loves to do, and daydreams about almost as much as he does… other things. No, not other things.

Sucking Chad’s dick.

Which he is going to do today.

Which he is going to do now.

Whole body flushing warm as he lets his lips slide away and then stands, he steps in front of Chad, nudges Chad’s legs apart with his foot, and kneels between them. He pushes up on his knees and wraps a hand around the back of Chad’s head, fingers twining in his dark curls, and pulls Chad’s face down to meet his. Kisses Chad briefly, but hard, and is very pleased to see Chad’s wide-pupiled, wet-lipped expression of arousal when he pulls away.

Now’s your chance, Uryuu he thinks to himself, surprised that he’s not already got Chad in his mouth, He peeks up at Chad through the dark curtain of his hair, has a brief urge to ask, Are you sure?

But after what Chad had said just a moment before, he knows Chad would tell him yes. And he knows that his dithering is just slowing them down, now, when they could be doing so many things.

However, he also knows… oh, fuck it, he thinks, and he reaches out, gently pushes Chad back in his seat and runs his fingers over the front of Chad’s shirt, feeling all the curves and dips of muscle, and listening to small, soft sounds from Chad on the way down to his zipper.

Chad’s thick and full in his jeans, and Uryuu runs his fingertips over the large swell of him. Only once, breathing in a deep, quick breath at the way Chad groans hoarsely at just that. He seems more sensitive, more responsive than usual. Maybe, as much as he might have meant it, his permission to Uryuu hadn’t been entirely thought out.

It makes Uryuu feel somewhat validated to think that Chad might lose his head around him much as he loses his head around Chad.

Maybe it makes Chad feel as if he’s at Uryuu’s mercy, the way Uryuu has felt a time or two with Chad. His strength and his size… and his size… make him an overwhelming presence at times, like he’s taking up all the space in the room. At those times Uryuu likes nothing more than to be smothered by him, in the best of ways.

But what’s he going to sound like when he’s in Uryuu’s mouth this time?

Uryuu feels his own dick twitch in his pants. Only one way to find out.

Looking back down, he reaches forward and pops Chad’s button out of its slot. Then grasps Chad’s zipper and slides it down over the swell of his erection, and as he does, Chad’s dick, covered by the thin layer of his stretchy briefs, rises within the vee of his fly, straining up and away from his body. Uryuu runs his palm up and down it once, the soft cotton a delicious contrast to Chad’s hardness. Then the tails of Chad’s shirt, draped on either side of his lap, catch his attention.

“Take your shirt off,” Uryuu says, and he’s surprised at the thick sound of his voice. He runs his palm back down Chad’s cock, and watches Chad’s fingers quickly moving from button to button until his shirt hangs open. Uryuu leans back just enough to give Chad room to sit forward and remove it, then leans back in and, to the sound of Chad breathing out heavily, runs his nose over Chad’s cock. It’s right there, right in front of his mouth, and Uryuu savors the anticipation as he reaches out and drags Chad’s underwear down, baring his long, thick erection.

It’s all Uryuu can do not to lick his lips. Then, thinking about it, he does. The more spit, the better the slide.

Groaning, Uryuu drops his head down to Chad’s lap and takes him into his mouth. Then moans at the feel of it, the taste of it.

Chad moans with him, getting louder when Uryuu tightens the seal of his lips and sucks upward. Fuck, yes, Uryuu thinks. Whatever I want to you.

That makes heat swirl and tighten between his hips, and he breathes hard through his nose as he sucks Chad off as well as he knows how. Want to make you feel so good, he thinks.

He’s a little awkward but he’s still sliding up and down, spit making everything slick. Uryuu lets his eyes travel up Chad’s body. Over the mouth-watering abs (and his mouth actually does produce more saliva, watching all those muscles bunch and flex as Chad moans softly) to the heavy, corded chest, the long column of his neck, his thick, dark hair, and god, his face… Chad’s eyes are screwed shut, his eyebrows drawn together, ridges forming between them. His cheeks are dark pink and his mouth has fallen open and he’s a panting, moaning mess, and…

This is exactly what I wanted, Uryuu thinks, smiling around Chad’s cock.

Which, oops, his teeth scrape, and Chad opens one eye to look down at Uryuu, and his face is such a muddle of confusion and arousal Uryuu almost wants to laugh. Almost wants to laugh at how easy it had been, after all he’d thought and thought and over-thought and agonized about it, to get to this point.

All he’d had to do was ask. Correction: all he’d had to do was try to ask.

Uryuu has slowed to increase the care with which he sucks, and keeps that leisurely pace for a time, spit rolling down to his chin unheeded. He’s almost hypnotized by the feel of the heavy cock sliding in and out of his mouth and the near-constant moans coming from Chad.

“Your mouth, Uryuu,” Chad breathes, then groans. Finishes, “Feels so good.”

“Mmmm,” Uryuu moans around him. As Uryuu tastes a salty blurt of precum on his tongue, Chad threads his fingers through Uryuu’s hair, pulling gently, and Uryuu has to reach between his own legs and give his dick a squeeze. Then he begins to suck cock in earnest.

By the sounds he’s making, Chad appreciates his efforts. He’s not stifling his moans against the heel of his palm like he had the first time, and they grow more ragged as Uryuu blows him, every one of them going straight to Uryuu’s dick.

Come on, come on, Uryuu thinks, greedily wanting more of exactly this. His jaw is beginning to ache, yet still, he wants hours more, days more. Doesn’t want it to ever stop.

But then Chad’s hand slides into his hair again, gripping tightly, now. Chad grits out, “Fuck, close!” and Uryuu sucks, sucks, long strands of spit dripping off his chin and landing on his hand, wrapped around the inches he couldn’t get in his mouth.

Chad groans his name in a broken voice and his cock jerks against Uryuu’s tongue, and Uryuu moans helplessly when he feels Chad’s come flood his mouth, when he tastes the deliciously bitter saltiness of it.

Uryuu nearly gags when Chad jabs his hips up, twice, before he gets himself under control. Then he groans at a thought and the images that spill out into his mind along with it.

I want him to fuck my mouth.

...God.

Eyes running, face burning, Uryuu gives Chad one more good suck, then he pulls off and finishes Chad off with his hand, letting the hot, spurting seed splash onto his face, onto Chad’s heaving stomach, all over his stroking fingers. When Chad’s nearly done, Uryuu takes him back into his mouth.

Chad whimpers, and Uryuu doesn’t want to be done with him, yet. He’s never heard Chad make a sound like that, and he wants more. He runs a hand up to stroke Chad’s chest and stomach, thumb sliding through a pearl of come and smearing it downward. He starts sucking gently, loving the whimpers, the high moans he gets out of Chad, until Chad whispers, “Please, Uryuu.”

Damned if that doesn’t make Uryuu even harder. With a satisfied sigh, he lets Chad slide out of his mouth and smiles at the way Chad drops his head against the back of the couch.

Smiles wider when he realizes his shirt is twisted around, and his face is beaded with sweat, and the very air smells like sex. He’d gotten the disheveled clothes, the messy, the wet, the red faces, the hands in his hair, the spit, the come. He’d gotten Chad, utterly his while he was in Uryuu’s mouth. He thinks, I got everything. Everything I wanted

Except for one last thing. His cock aches trapped in his slacks, and simply watching Chad breathe hard is enough to make it worse. Then, I did that to him, he thinks, with a little surge of pride.

Chad lifts his head and smiles. “That was… really great. You were really great,” he says, tucking himself back into his pants. Then, as Uryuu has his eyes closed, savoring the praise, he feels fabric rubbing against his cheek and chin, wiping away Chad’s cooling come. Uryuu smiles a little, drunk with… everything. Then Chad’s sliding off the couch and gently pushing Uryuu onto his back on the carpet, where he peels Uryuu’s pants down past his sharp hipbones and takes him into his mouth. Uryuu can’t stop moaning as Chad sucks him off, and he comes embarrassingly quickly.

It’s perhaps not too quickly, considering that it’s his first time, and he was wound up near to bursting before Chad even touched him. He comforts himself with these thoughts.

He reaches for Chad when Chad climbs over him, knees on either side of Uryuu’s hips, and kisses him. The taste of Chad’s semen mingles with the taste of his own in his mouth, and that’s so incredibly hot he has to grab onto Chad’s hair and kiss him so hard it hurts his teeth.

Once they break apart, Chad pushes up onto his knees, and Uryuu looks down to see Chad’s dick halfway tucked into his pants. It’s already starting to swell up big and hard once more. We could already go again, Uryuu thinks with some astonishment. And he’d let me.

However, Uryuu feels like he’s gotten exactly what he’d needed out of this night, and he doesn’t want to dull the shine of such a fantastic encounter by stretching it out too long, or by overstaying his welcome. He lifts his hips to pull his slacks back up, watching Chad watch the motions closely, with interest. The look in Chad's eyes almost makes him lose his resolve and reach for Chad again, his racing mind more than ready to continue even if his dick isn’t. Chad makes the decision easier by pulling back and standing up. He tucks himself back into his jeans and fastens them up, and Uryuu follows suit, then stands as well.

It’s funny, how often he forgets how tall Chad really is. Nearly a foot taller than Uryuu, and he has to hunch over to kiss Uryuu when they’re standing. Uryuu closes his eyes and wraps his arms around Chad’s waist, suddenly exhausted, completely wrung out.

Then Chad walks them over to the couch and pulls Uryuu down beside him. He languidly loops his arm around Uryuu’s shoulders and looks over at him, a little smile pulling up the corner of his mouth. “I wouldn't mind if we did that every day,” Chad says, running his fingers through Uryuu’s sweaty hair.

Uryuu grins, bashful now that he isn’t sucking Chad’s dick, but he’s immensely pleased, too. “You shouldn’t tell me that,” he says lightly, teasingly. Then he realizes he’s a little impressed with himself. He’d just joked, about sex. Alright, it’s not much of a joke, but…

“Why not?” Chad asks, smiling. “It’s true.”

Uryuu reaches for Chad’s hand and squeezes it hard. “We might, if you’re not careful.”

Then they’re quiet, sitting there together, just being for awhile.

Music plays softly on the radio and cars go by outside of Chad’s window, and Uryuu realizes he’s still holding Chad’s hand. He gives it another squeeze and Chad looks at him, his eyelids drooping with fatigue.

“Really good,” Uryuu says quietly.“Mm-hmm,” Chad agrees, lips curling in a soft smile. “But… can we use your bed next time?” Uryuu asks.

Chad leans in to kiss him on the temple and says, “Anything you want, Uryuu.”

Anything I want, Uryuu thinks, exhausted, content, then he lets his head slowly droop to the back of the couch, and he begins to fall asleep with Chad’s hand loosely grasped in his own. He feels Chad sweep his hair behind his ear, then kiss his cheek with lingering tenderness. It warms his whole body, starting in his chest and radiating outward. He claws fruitlessly toward wakefulness; now he wants to say something back, wants to capture this moment that Chad is offering. He wants to tell Chad about the flower petals pressed lovingly into a book at home, wants to tell Chad how he thinks about him all day... but the pull of exhaustion is too heavy.

Chad murmurs sleepily, “Anything you want,” and it follows Uryuu down as he drifts into sleep.

–the end

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