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Title: He’s an Idiot
Part: 6
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ichi/Ura
Word count: 1,857
AN: Ahh…another chapter. Mom is back from her surgery and is moving okay, which is good. I have things to do today so be glad.
BookMaggot: *cackles* Yes, Urahara is very much the sneaky little pervert. As for Jyuushiro, I see him as a switch, just depends on the pairing with him. I rather like him topping though. *nods*
I don't mind the suggestions on the grammer. I sometimes miss things and so do my beta. *shrugs* *sighs* It happens alas. *sighs some more*
Either way, I'm glad you enjoyed last weeks posting and hope you enjoy this weeks. :D
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The next couple of weeks speed by as he got to know Jyuushiro and what he and Urahara were hoping for with him, making him happy that they did want him, that they cared for him. It amazed him and made him nearly float on a cloud as he said goodbye to Jyuushiro.
“I’ll be coming to see you in a week, no worries,” Jyuushiro chuckled as he watched his lover pout, holding him close as he brushed his fingers over the marks that he could see, knowing that there were many more under the other's shirt collar. “You’ll have a week to have Urahara to yourself and he’s a different lover then I am. I have no doubt that you’ll enjoy your time with him,” he said, getting a curious look.
“What do you mean by that?” Ichigo asked, leaning into the touch, knowing that no one could see them and liked that fact since it allowed them time to just be together with no one around them.
“I mean that he is a more dominate lover. He’s more likely to move you around, to drive you into senseless need then to allow you to do so,” Jyuushiro hummed, watching a soft blush spread over Ichigo’s cheeks. “He’s a very strong but loving lover.”
“So he’s a lot like he is when he’s focused on something?” Ichigo asked with a chuckle, eyes dancing with his amusement. Jyuushiro smirked and nodded as his hands slid down his arms to wrap around his waist, pulling him close.
“Yes, he is. Urahara is also very into fucking in odd places, usually where you can end up caught preferably but never where he can’t hide your body. He wouldn’t want someone to look at you since he’s very possessive,” Jyuushiro continued, getting a low laugh, the red head tilted back.
“I’m surprised that he allowed you to just jump me the way you did,” Ichigo said, voice slightly breathless as he remembered how he had ended up with Jyuushiro in his bed. The silver haired man smirked smugly as one hand crept back and squeezed his ass, getting a yelp.
“He likes your ass just as much as I do,” Jyuushiro chuckled, eyes sparkling with an amused look on his face. Ichigo blushed and nuzzled into his lover's chest before sighing and pulling away. “We need to get you to the gate so you can get home,” he said, pouting with Ichigo as the other nodded.
“Yeah. Let’s get going,” Ichigo hummed, pulling away from the strong body fully before grabbing his duffel bag that was a bit more heavy with clothing that he had been given. The clothes included a new kimono for him that he had worn to a festival, making him happy about something that was his own and no one else's.
Once they arrived at the gate, Jyuushiro stole one last kiss before the gate opened, allowing Ichigo to walk through with a soft blush, landing in Urahara's training area. No one but Urahara was waiting for him, the other man smirking at him as Ichigo blushed at the look that he was getting from his soon to be second lover, shifting his duffel bag on his shoulder.
“Hey there,” Ichigo greeted, going with it when Urahara just pulled him into his arms, the feeling of a broader body against his own different from when he felt Jyuushiro’s but just as welcomed, especially when broad hands laid themselves on his hips and squeezed gently.
“Have fun?” Urahara asked as he chuckled, watching the flush spread over Ichigo’s cheeks. Jyuushiro had sent him several letters telling him about what had been going on while Ichigo was in Soul Society so he knew just how accepting of Urahara he would be. The tape that he had recorded of Ichigo’s first time helped him quite a bit to.
“Yes,” Ichigo muttered, blushing brightly at the leer and the fact that a long fingered hand came down to squeeze at his ass, making him squeak.
“I can feel Jyuushiro’s reitsu all over you, little Ichigo, not to mention smell his scent,” Urahara purred as he nuzzled into Ichigo’s neck. The soft gasp as he brushed a particularly sensitive mark made him moan as his tongue danced out to taste it, feeling the lean body shudder and heard a sound of need escape. “Delightful.”
“I need a shower, Urahara,” Ichigo pouted, shivering at Urahara pulled away with dark eyes that snapped with lust. “I didn’t have a very long time to shower this morning so I’m probably not as clean as I want to be. You can jump me as soon as I feel I’m clean.”
“You’re going to make me wait?” Urahara whined, getting a dry look which made him sigh and nod as he squeezed Ichigo around the waist. “Fine, fine. You can use my shower.”
“You’re actually going to let me into your shower?” Ichigo chuckled, surprised and pleased at that fact as he stroked Urahara's cheek.
“Yes, I am,” Urahara hummed, pressing a kiss to the palm that he could reach. “You’re not going to stay in the other room after all, but instead you’re staying in mine,” he continued, taking Ichigo’s duffel bag, keeping one hand around the others waist and drawing him towards the ladder. Letting the other walk up the ladder, he was quick to follow, enjoying the way the younger man moved up the ladder.
Once they were up in the main shoten, Urahara lead Ichigo to his bedroom, letting his younger lover look around with a curious expression before he set the duffel bag onto a chair. Ichigo dug around after taking in the large, extremely comfortable futon, the light paint job that made the room feel airy but still cozy and the few pieces of furniture that were there for what looked to be for three people.
“You’ve been busy. Last time I peeked into your room, there were only two dressers,” Ichigo hummed, getting a smirk as Urahara pulled one drawer open from the new dresser. Ichigo peeked into the drawer before giving Urahara a long look.
“Your father's doing. He said that you need to be happy and that living with me saves you gas to get to work and the school. Your roommates were very unhappy when I told them they were highway robbers for daring to make you spend so much on rent,” Urahara said. His voice told Ichigo just how much fun his soon to be lover had. “I got last months rent and your deposit to.”
“Did you make sure you got under the floor boards to?” Ichigo asked, raising an eyebrow when Urahara bent over and opened the bottom long drawer. Looking inside was where he had stashed his pay stubs and some emergency cash that he had made sure that no one but his father had known about. “Dad told you?”
“Yes, your father told me,” Urahara chuckled as the younger man dug around and pulled out some fresh clothing. Urahara knew that the pair of shorts that were in his hands were short while the shirt was huge, actually being one of his shirts that he wore on the odd occasion he went to a concert. “And when did you steal that, you little thief?”
Ichigo flushed and played with the shirt. “About two months ago. Tessai allowed me to borrow a shirt when I came over that one day that it was raining so hard it was flooding. I got drenched between my car and the front door. So while my clothes were drying, I borrowed a pair of pants and a shirt. I kinda kept the shirt without him knowing though,” he explained, shrugging one shoulder. Urahara smirked and pulled Ichigo back into his arms once more and ran his lips over Ichigo’s.
The kiss, starting out soft and sweet, was quick to deepen, Urahara sliding his tongue into the sweetness that was Ichigo’s mouth as Ichigo pressed close and wrapped his arms around his neck. Ichigo responded to the kiss happily, using the skills that Jyuushiro had taught him, sucking on the invading tongue before laving his own over the slick muscle, teasing ever so slightly.
Urahara growled and pushed him against the dresser as one long leg came up to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into the nestle between Ichigo’s legs. They both pulled away to moan, Ichigo’s more of a gasping sound as Urahara rolled his hips into his own. “Urahara…really need to take a bath,” he moaned, eyes closed as heat roared through him.
“Fine,” Urahara growled, wondering what Ichigo was planning on doing as he let go of the sweet body with a pout. Ichigo chuckled and ran his hands down the other's chest with a wink.
“I took a shower every time before I was with Jyuushiro, mostly because I didn’t want to be sweaty or dirty considering what he liked to do,” Ichigo breathed out, still feeling needy and lusty from the kiss. Licking his lips as he turned from Urahara, picking up his clothes from where he had dropped them onto the floor, he winked at the older man and headed into the bathroom. He hummed in delight at the way the bathroom was set up.
The bathtub was huge and looked to be perfect for Jyuushiro when he had an attack while he was there while the shower stall would be perfect for at least three people to take a shower together. The thought made him wonder when they would do that. Blushing at the thought, Ichigo placed the clothes down onto the sink, noting that there were three basins instead of just one or two.
Shaking his head as he stripped out of his clothing, he dumped them into what he knew was his own hamper, noting that his dirty clothes had been taken away, probably to be cleaned by Tessai. Shaking his head once more, he started the shower, closing the door part of the way, knowing that if Urahara got impatient enough he would join him in the shower. Once the water was hot, he stepped under the heat with a moan, feeling his muscles unwind from the stress of having to leave one lover so soon after having just gotten him.
Humming lowly as he found his bathroom supplies hanging in their bag, he started to bathe, starting with his hair and moving down over his body, hissing every time he brushed over the sensitive spots on his body. His ears caught the sound of the door opening some more before closing behind Urahara, the man’s reitsu drenched with his need.
Turning so that he was facing the shower head, his back to Urahara, he tipped his head back with a moan of pleasure as he smirked at the sound of the other man quickly undressing. Looking over his shoulder, Ichigo smiled at him and turned once more, crooking his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. Urahara was quick to comply, pressing Ichigo against the shower and making him moan as Jyuushiro’s words came true.
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