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The Blind Date	By : yaoiismyantidrug Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Week Three: Nothing Else
There's nothing else to do here but fall into your arms
I like you just the way you are

Chad shows up to Dewar’s about twenty minutes early, so that Uryuu won’t have to wait for him. He’s waiting anyway, hands in the pockets of a camel-colored suit coat. He wears a burgundy button-up underneath it and a pair of dark, narrow-legged slacks. His shoes are shined to a near-mirror finish, as usual. A frown mars the fine skin of his forehead.
“Uryuu,” Chad says as he approaches.
Uryuu actually startles. “Oh. I didn’t notice you.”
Chad says, “What were you thinking about?”
“Ah. I was worrying about one of my courses. Sorry.”
“Afraid you’re going to fail?” Chad asks, incredulous.
“No. Afraid I’ll get a B.” Uryuu’s mouth tilts up in a self-deprecating smile.
Chad tries not to laugh at him. Of course. This is Ishida Uryuu they’re talking about, who threw off every grading curve he’d ever taken part in. Whose GPA was so far ahead of the second-ranked in their class that he’d been untouchable.
Chad wonders how touchable he is, these days. Then feels silly for the thought.
“Ready?” Chad asks, and almost holds an arm out for Uryuu to hold. Isn’t sure if this would be too soon for such a gesture, though.
Uryuu finally gives him a genuine smile. “Of course.”
It’s not as if their first two dates had been uncomfortable—once they got going, anyway—but this one is easy, nice from the beginning.
“You know,” Chad says after the waiter drops off his beer and Uryuu’s cola, “You look like a model in that.”
Uryuu smiles, pleased.
“You like the outfit?”
I like you, Chad thinks, and he realizes immediately how true that is. Knows he’s going to try to kiss Uryuu tonight.
Is actually a little bit impatient to get to that bit.
But first: “I like all your clothes. You always look good.”
SmIling even wider, Uryuu says, “So do you.” And promptly blushes.
Chad looks down at himself, his dark blue sweater and chinos. He did wear a pair of nicer boots, tonight. “I tried to dress up a little,” he says. “I don’t want to make you look bad.”
Still blushing, Uryuu says, “Well, you look good in anything.”
This time it’s Chad’s turn to feel pleased. “Thanks,” he says.
Dinner passes with easy conversation, still interspersed with the comfortable silences that Chad savors. Then, as they’re finishing their meals—Uryuu’s left enough on his plate that Chad will ask for it, tonight—a PA system in another section of the restaurant fires up, and an energetic man begins speaking rapid-fire into a microphone.
Uryuu grins in that direction, then aims the grin at Chad. “You didn’t tell me they had karaoke.”
Chad shrugs. “Never noticed.”
“Can we stay for some?” Uryuu asks, eyes bright. “This is my one guilty pleasure.”
Uryuu’s grin is infectious, and Chad returns it. “Of course.”
Uryuu turns and loops an arm over the back of his chair, listening as the announcer—DJ?—explains the rules and protocol. While he’s distracted, Chad reaches for his plate, quietly slides it to his side of the table, and devours the meatloaf that Uryuu had been so lukewarm about. He’s taking the last bite of potatoes when Uryuu turns around to catch him in the act.
“You just…” Uryuu laughs softly. “Fine. You can get dinner. I’ll cover the bar tab.”
“Bar tab?” Chad asks.
“I have to have a drink or two before I sing in front of people. That’s all, though; I’m a real lightweight.”
That explains him skipping the alcohol option on their first date.
“Okay,” Chad says. “I’ll get the check here. You can head to the bar.”
Uryuu pushes up from his seat. “Want anything?”
“A beer.”
Chad finds Uryuu in a small room in the back of the restaurant, dark but for string lights hung all around the walls and ceiling, and a small, warm spotlight on the man who is singing a recently-released love ballad.
“Hey,” he says, sitting beside Uryuu at a table, so that they can both watch the karaoke.
“Hey,” Uryuu says, and he slides a bottle of beer toward Chad. Uryuu’s drinking something in a glass; it’s blue, and it has chunks of pineapple and halved strawberries on a skewer poking out of the top. Chad wonders if it tastes any good. It looks fancy. Like Uryuu, he supposes.
“When do you sing?” Chad leans close so he doesn’t have to speak loudly, unsure if that would be rude.
Uryuu turns to him and speaks a few inches away from his ear. “I haven’t signed up yet. I’m not quite ready.” His breath smells good, even after the meatloaf. It mostly smells faintly of alcohol, and sweetness.
Chad has the sudden urge to turn his head. He takes a drink of his beer, instead.
Once a few patrons have finished their songs, Uryuu finishes his blue drink and comes back with an orange one and another beer—a large glass mug this time. He’d noticed how quickly Chad drained the bottle. He has a few sips of his drink, then grabs Chad by the forearm and squeezes. This time it doesn’t seem overly premeditated.
“I’m going to sign up,” Uryuu says, then he looks down at his hand on Chad’s arm and… laughs. He lets go. Chad watches him go for a few steps, admiring the width of his shoulders and the narrowness of his hips. Then he mentally shakes himself and picks up Uryuu’s drink. Takes a sniff. It doesn’t smell too alcoholic. He takes a sip, then quickly places it back on the table before he’s caught again. Sweet. But not very boozy. Uryuu must have the alcohol tolerance of a middle-schooler.
They only have to wait through two more moderately well-sung numbers before it’s Uryuu’s turn.
“Wish me luck,” he says. This time he squeezes Chad’s hand. His eyes go wide and he looks at Chad, then he visibly calms when Chad squeezes back.
“Good luck,” Chad says.
Then Uryuu’s on stage, holding the mic with his eyes closed. His cheeks are pink. Whether it’s from the alcohol or the brief handhold, Chad can’t determine. But then he puts it out of his mind, because the music’s started.
It’s an English song, about ten years old, and Uryuu’s English is, unsurprisingly, flawless. What is a surprise is his voice.
Ishida Uryuu. Is tone-deaf.
Yet he still enjoys singing in front of people.
Chad tries to puzzle this out, half an ear on Uryuu. Maybe, he decides halfway through the song, his guilty pleasure is allowing himself to be bad at something.
He’s always been so good at everything he did. A perfectionist through and through. And Chad knows—partially through Ichigo, and partially from the little Uryuu had said about the man, way back when—that Uryuu’s father and his issues with him play no small part in his rigid adherence to his own impossibly high standards.
Chad leans forward in his chair and listens more intently to Uryuu. His singing now isn’t jarring, or embarrassing. With these thoughts in mind, it gives Chad a warm, affectionate feeling when he hears the pure freedom in Uryuu’s voice, the release.
He’ll take Uryuu out for karaoke every weekend if Uryuu wants to go.
Now that thought… gives him some pause.
He is, apparently, ready to get serious about a boy he hasn’t even kissed yet.
It’s not as if they don’t have a bond, though. It goes back half a decade. They’ve been through more together than, he imagines, any other two people on this campus.
And that’s as far as he gets before Uryuu’s headed his way, face sheepish.
One quick pact with himself, before Uryuu sits: he will kiss Uryuu tonight.
Uryuu slides into his seat.
“That was great,” Chad says, completely honest.
Uryuu turns to face him, eyes quizzical. “Really? Usually people don’t want to be seen with me after I sing.”
Chad lets out a brief laugh. “Really. And I still want to be seen with you.”
To punctuate that point, Chad slings an arm around the back of Uryuu’s chair. Uryuu’s back is warm and solid against his inner arm. Chad leans over subtly and breathes in the smell of his hair.
Uryuu looks beyond pleased. He’s approaching ecstatic, before he must realize what expression he’s making. Then he dials it back a few notches.
Chad would have liked to see that smile for a little longer.
“Good,” Uryuu says. His face is glowing in the soft warmth of the string lights. Chad wants to kiss him right then and there.
“Now it’s your turn,” Uryuu says, leaning back against Chad’s arm.
Chad agrees to sing, and, more nervous than he thought he’d be, he does a perfectly mediocre, if somewhat robotic, job on a Spanish love song, whose import he hadn’t really considered before he began. In the most restrained way one can gush, Uryuu, at least half-tipsy, gushes over his performance when he comes back to their table. Before it can start to embarrass Chad too badly, Uryuu goes to get Chad his fourth beer, with his own third drink—pink—halfway finished, and apparently abandoned, on the table.
Uryuu sings one more song, this one in Japanese, and it’s just as terrible and heartwarming as the first one was. Watching raptly, Chad finishes both of their drinks. After Uryuu settles their bar tab, they walk out into the cold night air.
When Uryuu shivers, Chad remembers his compulsion from earlier, to hold his arm out for Uryuu, but now he takes it a step further. He loops his arm around Uryuu’s shoulders. Uryuu leans closer, and he can feel Uryuu shivering through their coats. Uryuu looks up and gives him a grateful smile, and Chad smiles back, and he can actually feel his own cheeks go warm.
In front of Chad’s building, they stop. Uryuu looks up at him, and he’s incandescent. Chad wants badly to kiss him. But not just once. “Come upstairs,” he says, before he can overthink it.
“Alright,” Uryuu says softly. They walk up the steps to Chad’s room.
“Wanna go in?” Chad asks quietly.
“Yes.” Uryuu nods and leans into Chad’s side. Then Chad fishes his keys out and lets them in the door.
Chad flips on the light switch, closes the door behind them, and turns to face Uryuu. It feels as if he’s moving through syrup. Everything’s all sweet and slow and heavy. His heart is pounding.
Sliding his coat off his shoulders, Uryuu begins, “Where can I—”
But Chad takes a step toward him, cups his face in both hands, leans down. And kisses him.
Uryuu’s lips are warm and soft, and they feel perfect when he kisses back. His mouth tastes sugary sweet. Chad hears Uryuu’s coat hit the floor. Then Uryuu’s hands come up to clutch Chad’s elbows. Curl around his shoulders.
Chad runs his thumbs tenderly over Uryuu’s cheekbones. Uryuu breathes out shakily through his nose, and Chad feels his hands, his arms, his whole body start trembling.
Carefully, Chad pulls back, still holding Uryuu’s face. “Shhh, it’s okay,” Chad says.
Uryuu laughs wryly and won’t meet Chad’s eyes. “I feel so stupid.”
“No, don’t.” Chad kisses Uryuu’s mouth gently, grabs Uryuu’s hands and holds them between his own, then kisses him again. Uryuu’s hands are cold between his, and still shaking.
“I think… it’s good,” Chad says. “This… matters to you. It matters to me, too.”
“Yeah?” Uryuu asks. He glances up at Chad, then breaks eye contact again.
“Yeah, I… really like you,” Chad says quietly. “I don't know why I never noticed you like this back in high school. But…” Chad takes a few seconds to bring Uryuu’s hands to his face and kiss his knuckles. Uryuu finally looks up to hold his gaze. His eyes are so big and blue and deep.
Chad takes a deep breath, then continues. “Now I notice you. Now I see you. And I… really like everything I see.”
Uryuu squeezes Chad’s hands. Chad takes another deep breath and steels himself for more important discourse. He opens his mouth.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Uryuu repeats back to Chad, his voice soft. His hands are no longer trembling. Chad lets a smile tug at his lips. Uryuu says, smiling back, “You don’t have to say any more.”
Uryuu runs his thumb over Chad’s knuckles and says, “I understand.”
Chad looks thoughtfully down at Uryuu. He… really does understand, doesn’t he?
“Come here,” Uryuu says. So Chad slips his hands free. Leans down, and wraps his arms around Uryuu.
Now Chad lets Uryuu take the lead. Waits a handful of seconds until Uryuu noses against his cheek before he turns his head, and their lips meet again. Chad slips his fingers into Uryuu’s hair, and it’s even thicker and silkier than it looks. He sighs into the kiss.
“Hmm?” Uryuu asks against his mouth.
“Your hair,” Chad says. “Feels so good.”
Uryuu leans back in, touches their lips together, then Chad can feel him smile. “What about yours?” he asks quietly against Chad’s mouth. He kisses Chad then, and threads his fingers into Chad’s hair. Moans softly into Chad’s mouth.
And holy shit, does that do things to Chad. Especially when Uryuu pulls gently, feeling and testing, and then fists Chad’s hair in his hands and moans again.
Uryuu pulls away with a quiet gasp. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admits, breathless, into the humid space between their lips.
Chad takes a measured breath. Things feel like they’re getting a little too hot for their first kiss, especially with the way his body is reacting to Uryuu. To cool things down, Chad carefully extricates himself from Uryuu’s hold. Takes Uryuu gently by the elbow, turning his back to him out of modesty, and sits on the couch. Once Uryuu’s beside him, they reach for each other, and their mouths crash together, harder this time. It goes on so long Chad loses all concept of time, until they finally pull apart, flushed and grinning.
But then Uryuu glances at the cable-box clock and grimaces. “I really should go. I TA an early class on Saturdays.”
“Okay,” Chad says simply. He has work early as well. And it’s probably best they both get a little room to process, anyway.
“Can I see you again?” Chad asks, so Uryuu doesn’t have to.
Uryuu squeezes Chad’s knee. “Of course. When?”
Tomorrow Chad surprises himself by thinking.
“Next week. If you’re free Wednesday. Tilly’s has cheap drinks after 8. And karaoke.”
Uryuu’s looks both pleased and grateful. “I don’t know, I usually don’t karaoke more than once a month. But I do want to see you,” he clarifies quickly. “We can go and just watch, if you like.”
“Sure. I’ll meet you in front of your dorm at 7:30,” Chad says.
“Good,” Uryuu says. He leans forward with a, “Good night, Chad,” and they kiss. Chad thinks Uryuu meant it as a brief goodbye peck, but it deepens and stretches out long.
Chad’s fingers trip over the bumps of Uryuu’s spine, thumbs brushing his taut sides at the same time, and Chad feels weak. Uryuu shivers, then surprises Chad by twitching and letting out a little laugh, which he quickly stifles.
“My sides are ticklish,” he says with a smile in his voice. “Quit it.” Then he stands and pulls back completely, and squeezes one of Chad’s hands when he draws them away from his warm little body.
“Good night,” he says firmly, and Chad squeezes back before he lets the hand go.
“Good night.”
Once he’s closed the door behind Uryuu, Chad turns off the light and sits on the couch, room lit only by the dim glow of electronics. He prepares to process this evening: dinner, karaoke, making out.
But, Chad realizes after a moment, he doesn’t have anything to process. He really likes Uryuu. Really likes kissing Uryuu. Wants to kiss him more. Wants to keep seeing him. Will probably get to do both, next week. He sits in silence for a few minutes, then gets his phone to call Ichigo.
—
Ichigo answers on the first ring. “Hey, Chad.”
“I kissed him,” Chad says, without greeting or preamble. As he does, he can feel his mouth spreading in a wide, irrepressible smile.
“That’s awesome!” Ichigo says. “How was it?”
“It was… “ Chad struggles to find the words to describe it, without making Ichigo uncomfortable. “It was perfect. He’s… incredible.” Emotion wells up in him, more than he would have expected, and he doesn’t think he could say any more at that second if his life was on the line.
“That’s really great. I’m happy for you, man,” Ichigo says. “Even if it is Ishida.”
There it is. Chad laughs a little, teeth still showing in a smile.
“I take it you’re going to see him again?” Ichigo asks. It’s only half a question; he knows Chad.
“Next week.”
“Are you two… already getting serious?” Ichigo asks, and he sounds more serious now, too.
Chad takes a deep breath and touches his lips. “I hope so,” he says.
And that’s about that for their weekly post-Uryuu conversation. After that last question, Chad’s too simultaneously wound up and blissed out to make coherent conversation.
Laughing slightly, and with no offense taken, Ichigo finally says, “I’ll let you go. So you can fantasize about your boyfriend.”
Boyfriend. Now, that sounds really good.
“Night, Chad.”
Chad ends the call.
Notes:
I’ll say it now, and I might say it again—I loved writing Ichigo in this fic! I hope you have enjoyed him too, because he’ll be back. Often :D
I have a silly (SFW) illustration for this chapter :) and bc AO3 doesn’t love me, I'll just have to stick the links here lol.
Here it is on Pillowfort: https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/5040257
And here it is on X: https://x.com/ImlikatN/status/1814284061541568979
Thanks to @NiscuitG for Chad’s lack of karaoke skills xD
And thanks to @struck3xbyligh2 for the beta-read! Hope you feel better soon! :)
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