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Maybe Just For Tonight	By : yaoiismyantidrug Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ichigo/Ishida Views: 85 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I know it's not the right thing
- 2-We can pretend it's alright
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Ichigo’s mouth came down against his, warm and wet and hungry, hand now stroking down his neck to slide inside the collar of his shirt, to trace his collarbones. Which was already more than Uryuu had agreed to, but he didn’t care. The kiss was clumsy. It was sloppy. It was fucking electric. Uryuu could barely breathe.
“Mmh,” Ichigo grunted, then he pulled Uryuu closer and dropped the hand at his collar to his thigh. He squeezed and rubbed Uryuu’s thigh as they kissed, and Uryuu was keenly aware that he already had an erection.
Ichigo broke away. “Uryuu. I always knew it would be like…” he said against Uryuu’s lips. Then he cupped Uryuu’s jaw and gave him another knee-weakening kiss, and Uryuu moaned softly.
“Yeah,” Ichigo said between kisses, and his hands went to the buttons of Uryuu’s shirt and began to clumsily unbutton them. When he got hung up on the third one, he reached down and pulled his own t-shirt off instead.
Uryuu used that chance to take a breath.. “Ichigo, wait,” he said, reaching out to push a hand against Ichigo’s hard, bare chest. “Look, I… I can’t pretend I’m not with Chad, okay? But maybe I can pretend that… doing this is all right. Surely… surely he wouldn't mind if you and I had a drunken hookup? Just once?” Uryuu asked, trying hard not to slur his words. He was halfway able to convince himself.
“Is that what this is? A drunken hookup?” Ichigo asked, spreading a warm hand on Uryuu’s thigh again.
“What else would you call it?”
Ichigo shook his head. “I can live with that.”
With a sigh, Uryuu said, “I’m not sure if I can, honestly. But… we can try.”
“Okay,” Ichigo said with a red-faced smile. He slid between Uryuu and the coffee table and dropped to his knees between Uryuu’s legs. Then he reached for the back of Uryuu’s neck and began pulling him in.
“Wait,” Uryuu said, putting a hand on Ichigo’s bare chest. It was becoming very difficult not to stroke it, to test and feel how Ichigo’s lean muscle felt under his skin. He took a deep breath. “Ground rules.”
“‘Kay,” Ichigo said, his heart pounding under Uryuu’s hand. “What?”
“No biting. No hickeys. No bruising—and I bruise easily, so be mine... mindful. No scratching. We stop if I say stop. And Chad can never find out.”
“I don’t want ‘im to either, don’t worry,” Ichigo said, pushing forward against Uryuu’s hand. “Can I kiss you now?”
“Yes,” Uryuu said, and the word had barely left his mouth before he’d let go of Ichigo’s chest, and Ichigo cupped his head and pulled him forward for a kiss.
Uryuu brought a hand up to slide into Ichigo’s thick hair and gave as good as he got, opening up for Ichigo, licking against Ichigo’s tongue, sucking on his lower lip. Ichigo moaned at that, and Uryuu was suddenly hit with the enormity of what he was doing.
“Ichigo,” he whispered. “I don’t know—”
“C’mon. Don’t,” Ichigo said against his jaw. “Please? Just… stay?”
In all the years he’d known him, Uryuu had never heard Ichigo sound like that before, never heard him plead. He felt Ichigo’s hand slide inside his shirt to caress his chest, felt Ichigo kiss his cheek, then murmur “Stay,” one more time, and with a sigh, Uryuu turned his head and met Ichigo’s mouth again.
“Mmmh,” Ichigo moaned, and he yanked and jerked Uryuu’s shirt up and over his head, ignoring the fact that he’d never unbuttoned the whole thing.
He pulled back, face pink and hazy, and stood from in front of the couch. When Uryuu looked up at him he held a hand out, which Uryuu took, though he was half-convinced Ichigo would spill them both onto the floor if he tried to help him up. So he did as much of the work as he could, and they made it upright, then Ichigo stepped close, grabbed Uryuu’s ass, pulled him up close against his body, and kissed him again.
Through his thin linen pants, Uryuu could feel the bulge of Ichigo’s erection in his jeans quite clearly, and it was bigger than he’d expected. Still not as big as Chad, but—
No. No thinking about Chad right now, not when Ichigo was kissing down to his neck, teeth grazing his skin. He sealed his mouth over Uryuu’s throat, and the second he began sucking, Uryuu jerked back and said, “No hickeys, idiot.”
Ichigo laughed softly against the side of Uryuu’s neck. “Call me that again,” he said.
Uryuu scoffed, “Why, are you seriously into humiliation?”
“Of course not. But I’m into you. And you… call me an idiot.”
“Idiot,” Uryuu said before he even knew he was going to.
“Mmmh,” Ichigo hummed, once again pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against Uryuu’s neck, but not sucking. He ground his hips against Uryuu, groaning low in his throat when their dicks pressed together.
Kissing Uryuu’s mouth again, he started walking backward, dragging Uryuu with him with his hands cupping Uryuu's ass. “C’mon,” he panted. “Bedroom.”
There was a quiet voice deep inside Uryuu that wanted to put the brakes on this, that knew this was the final hurdle. He could push Ichigo away, he could…
“Fuck, I want you,” Ichigo hissed in his ear, and that pulled a moan out of him, and shut up that deep and quiet voice, maybe for the rest of the night.
For the rest of Honesty Night. No omissions. He took a deep breath, kissed Ichigo as they stopped by the edge of the bed, and said quietly, “I want you, too.”
Ichigo moaned softly, kissed him, and reached down to mold his hand over the shape of Uryuu’s cock.
“God,” he whispered, moving his hand up and down, squeezing and rubbing. “God. You’re fucking wet.”
Uryuu could feel it as Ichigo rubbed, could feel the cool slickness of precum at his tip and knew he must have leaked straight through his boxers and through the thin linen pants. Ichigo’s thumb came up to graze over his tip, then he pulled back just far enough to make eye contact and slipped his thumb into his mouth, licking Uryuu’s wetness away.
“Fuck,” he said as he let it slide free, and Uryuu was so hard it was making him dizzy. Well, dizzier. He reached out and cupped Ichigo’s big dick, gave it a soft squeeze, and watched Ichigo’s face go slack, his eyelids fluttering down.
In for a penny, in for a pound. And Uryuu was so far into this thing they were doing that there was no getting out. “I want you to fuck me,” he said, squeezing Ichigo’s cock again, then reaching for his belt buckle.
“Fuck yeah,” Ichigo whispered, and he unfastened the button of his jeans as Uryuu unzipped him, and then they pushed his pants down past his hips and let them fall to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so Uryuu was able to reach out immediately and wrap his hand around Ichigo’s thick dick, and give it a loose stroke.
“You’re…” Ichigo groaned, then he pressed his mouth against Uryuu’s neck again and worked around Uryuu’s slowly stroking hand to push Uryuu’s pants and underwear down over his jutting cock.
They touched and kissed for another minute, then Ichigo eased Uryuu onto the bed, where he spread his legs and fingered him until he was loose and ready. With a deep groan, his forehead pressed against Uryuu’s shoulder, Ichigo sank into him, slowly thrusting, inch by inch, until he was completely buried.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” Ichigo groaned.
“Ah… you too,” Uryuu breathed, rolling his hips to meet Ichigo’s thrusts.
Once he’d established a slow, steady rhythm, Ichigo panted, “Don’t wanna… bruise your thighs. Will you… roll over so I can fuck you harder?”
“God, yeah,” Uryuu whispered. When Ichigo pulled out and backed up, Uryuu rolled over onto his knees, and they both moaned when Ichigo sank in deep again.
Ichigo worked up to a punishing pace, and Uryuu did what he could to move with him, but eventually he just had to push against the wall and moan and take it.
“God, I just wanna fucking…” Ichigo broke off and actually growled, and pounded into Uryuu’s ass, the way Chad ne—
No. He wouldn't play the comparison game. Besides, if he did, Ichigo would lose every time…
…he tried very hard to tell himself.
“Come on,” Ichigo said, slapping the side of Uryuu’s ass. “You’re with me right now. Stop thinking about him.”
“Make me,” Uryuu said, breathless, and Ichigo did his very best to. He fucked Uryuu so hard it was as if he was trying to make Uryuu forget Chad existed.
Moaning loudly, Uryuu came all over Ichigo’s sheets so hard his ears rang and he saw big gray spots. Feeling light-headed, he spewed the filthiest dirty talk he knew how, until Ichigo came deep inside him with a snarl, his bare, clenched teeth wet against the back of Uryuu’s neck.
Ichigo thrust in lazily a few more times, then grunted loudly as he pulled out. He flopped onto his back beside Uryuu.
“Goddamn,” Ichigo said with a wide, exhausted grin.
“Yeah,” Uryuu agreed, rolling onto his side away from the wet spot he’d left, to face Ichigo.
Still smiling, Ichigo reached out and lifted Uryuu’s hair away from his face, then let it fall again. It stuck to the sweat on Uryuu’s cheek.
“You staying the night?” Ichigo asked, eyelids drooping. He ran a hand down Uryuu’s side to his hip.
“I don’t know,” Uryuu said, stiffening.
“Come on, stay.” Ichigo murmured. “I’ll even change the sheets.”
Uryuu laughed softly. He was tired, and he’d have to shower before he left, and Chad would probably just be asleep anyway, unless Uryuu accidentally woke him up and he wanted to…
Uryuu could feel himself going pale in the darkness.
“What?” Ichigo asked, sounding slightly more awake than he had the moment before.
“Nothing. I’ll stay.”
“Good.” Ichigo smiled, then yawned. “I’ll go get the sheets.”

Uryuu woke up in the morning with Ichigo’s body warm all along his back and legs, and his arm draped over Uryuu’s waist… and a headache the size of the Hindenburg.
“God,” Uryuu said through a scratchy throat. “Ichigo,” he said, turning to try to look over his shoulder at him.
“Hhmph?” Ichigo mumbled, then, “Fuck. My head.”
“Me too,” Uryuu whispered. “Do you have aspirin?”
“Yeah,” Ichigo said, and before he rolled away, he planted a line of kisses along Uryuu’s shoulder, making Uryuu’s body go stiff as a board. Which didn’t help his headache any.
When Ichigo left to find the aspirin, Uryuu dressed quickly. He accepted a couple of pills from Ichigo, then swallowed them down with half the bottle of water he was handed. Ichigo, still nude, crowded into his space, his half-hard dick brushing Uryuu’s thigh, his mouth aimed at Uryuu’s neck.
“Stop,” Uryuu said, taking a step back. “Put something on.”
Ichigo frowned at him, then found his jeans and stepped into them. Once he was thus clothed, Uryuu said, “Last night was a mistake.”
Ichigo’s frown deepened, but Uryuu continued. “...I don’t hold you responsible. I made my own decisions.”
“But we were both—” Ichigo began to say.
Uryuu held up a hand. “It doesn’t matter. I knew exactly what I was doing, every step of the way. I should have left a dozen times, but I stayed.”
“It’s not all on you,” Ichigo said, taking a step toward him.
Uryuu sighed. “I know. But… I’ve just got to say a couple of things, then I’m going to take a shower, then I’ll leave, and we’ll never talk about this again.”
Ichigo crossed his arms over his chest, his scowl thunderous.
“Chad can never, under any circumstances, find out about this,” Uryuu said. “Never. Do you understand?”
“Well, yeah, of course. Besides, I think he’d be nearly as upset with me as he would with you.”
“You might be right. But I mean it. He can’t even suspect anything. No excessive eye contact,” Uryuu said. Face deadly serious, he tapped off on his fingers: “No out-of-the-ordinary touching. No phone calls. No texts. Nothing.”
“I get it, already. What do you think I am, an idiot?” Ichigo asked. His face was, surprisingly, beginning to soften. Perhaps as if he finally understood the import of what last night might mean for Uryuu.
“Yes, but that’s beside the point. As long as you understand.”
“I get it, Uryuu,” Ichigo said quietly.

After a shower at Ichigo’s, and another one at the apartment he shared with Chad, so that he smelled like his own products, Uryuu nearly jumped out of his skin when he exited the bathroom to find Chad sitting on the couch.
“Hello,” Uryuu said, going to give Chad a hug over the back of the couch, knowing he was being paranoid to think Chad would still be able to smell Ichigo on him. “I thought you were at work.”
“It’s my break. I wanted to check in on you.
At first, Uryuu heard, check up on you. and his stomach sank.
“You okay?” Chad asked. “You were pretty drunk last night. I should have stayed. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I passed out pretty soon after you left.” He’d almost said, passed out on the couch, but he couldn’t blatantly lie to Chad.
He could, apparently, lie by omission without breaking a sweat.
“Get enough sleep?” Chad asked, peering up at Uryuu’s face through the soft screen of his hair.
Suddenly Uryuu felt a huge wave of tenderness for Chad. He wanted to go to him and climb into his lap, and from the shelter of his arms, wanted to tell him he was sorry, and he loved him.
But then he’d have to explain why, and he wouldn’t hurt Chad like that.
Not that he hadn’t already… only Chad didn’t know it.
And he never would.
“Do you want some…” Uryuu had to pause and orient himself in time. Last night felt like it was days long, and Uryuu felt hungover and whiplashed. “Do you want some lunch?” he asked finally.
“I’ll make it,” Chad said, pushing up from the couch. “You need rest.”
And that made Uryuu feel even worse.
He couldn’t help pulling Chad in for a long hug when he walked by. Against his better judgment, he said, “Thank you,” against Chad’s chest.
“It’s not a problem.” Chad kissed the top of his head. “Do you need some aspirin?”
Why did Chad have to be such a great guy?
Notes:
To be clear: when Ichigo came, he wasn't biting the back of Uryuu's neck. He had his teeth bared, like in a snarl, and his closed teeth were pressed against Uryuu's skin. Just wanted to make sure that was understood, bc I'm not sure if my writing properly conveyed that.
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