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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 Four: All This Love
You take the high road and I will come along
I will follow you
I will follow you
Bring me the ocean and I will bring you a song
I will follow you
I will follow you

Dinner is easy and relaxed. Still… there is excitement simmering under the surface. Whenever their eyes meet Chad feels a little sizzle of electricity.
Uryuu has exactly one drink with food. He allows Chad to pay, without protest… after Chad commandeers what’s left on his plate, again.
When they walk into the dark little back room to watch karaoke, they sit side by side at a table, and Chad’s glad to have an opportunity to put his arm around Uryuu’s shoulders. Glad Uryuu will let him; a lot of guys aren’t that comfortable being seen in public with another man. Chad doesn’t care. He’s proud to be seen with Uryuu.
Chad can barely focus on the singers, other than to mentally remark that they’re all average-to-decent. He’d rather have Uryuu up there.
Uryuu’s back is warm through his navy blue suit jacket. He looks great again. Of course. He’s even wearing a tie tonight. Chad leans over slightly now and then; Uryuu’s hair smells wonderful, clean and herbal and fresh, and Chad thinks he must have taken a shower immediately before their date.
Heart racing, Chad thinks of how clean he must be, which leads him to think in detail about Uryuu, clean beneath his clothes. Uryuu without his clothes. Uryuu naked and smooth and warm in his bed, his black hair fanned out around him on the pillow.
What he would taste like.
Chad only realizes he’s been tightening his arm on Uryuu’s shoulders when Uryuu twitches slightly in his seat, then turns and asks, “Chad?”
“Sorry.” Chad wants to nuzzle Uryuu’s cheek in apology, but restrains himself.
It’s nearing ridiculous. Chad is usually not like this. Like a high schooler. Horny, and desperate for touch, and deeply infatuated with a boy he’s been on exactly three and a half dates with.
After they listen to a few more singers, Uryuu squeezes Chad's thigh under the table, probably an innocent gesture, but it lights up all the nerves below Chad’s waist.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Uryuu asks.
Chad is nearly panting. “Yes.”
Once the cold air hits him in the face, it cools Chad’s ardor somewhat. Enough that he lets Uryuu set the pace once they link fingers. He’s amused and pleased at how fast Uryuu walks, presumably wanting to get back to Chad’s dorm room as quickly as possible.
“I couldn’t pay attention after a while,” Uryuu says, breathless, and Chad thinks it’s not from the brisk pace. “Could you?”
“No.”
Uryuu smiles up at him, his cheeks and the tip of his nose pink in the winter wind. Then he increases their speed until they’re almost jogging. Gripping Chad’s hand, he nearly drags him up the steps to the front of Chad’s dormitory.
Uryuu’s impatience sets fire running through Chad’s blood. He’s impatient too. Almost fumbling his keys when they get to his door. But Uryuu’s leaning his shoulder against Chad’s arm. Eyes hot on him. Chad focuses, and unlocks his door.
This time it’s Uryuu who’s immediately on Chad. Chad lets Uryuu push him against the door, then Uryuu’s cold hand comes up to wrap around the back of his neck. He pulls Chad’s face down, and their kiss is urgent and wet, breaths coming out hot through their noses. Chad clutches the back of Uryuu’s coat, pulling him closer, and Uryuu’s arms wrap around Chad’s shoulders, his fingertips sharp little points digging in.
“ ’ve wanted to—” Chad begins to say, but Uryuu kisses him again, eyes closed behind his glasses.
Suddenly they hear footsteps approaching, then keys rattling in the doorknob.
“Come on,” Chad says, taking Uryuu’s hand and rushing him to his bedroom. Chad closes the door a split second before they hear the door to the hallway open.
“You can meet my roommate some other time,” Chad says, aware he's presuming that they'll keep seeing each other.
He's pretty sure he's correct, though.
“All right,” Uryuu says absently. He's looking unabashedly around Chad's tiny room, observing the large bed that takes up most of the space, the unframed band posters on the wall. The CD player with the messy stacks of CDs beside it. The bass guitar on a stand in the corner. The rainbow of flashy printed shirts hanging on a small rack on the wall.
Uryuu grins at Chad. “You still wear these?” He asks, walking toward them. Reaching out to feel the fabric between thumb and forefinger.
Chad. Is actually a little offended. Of course he still wears them.
“Yes,” he says neutrally. “Why?”
Uryuu shoots him a cautious, assaying glance. “You usually dress differently, these days.”
“I was. Trying to impress you. I… thought you didn’t like those.”
“The fabric’s not bad,” Uryuu says, letting the shirt slip out of his fingers. He’s flushed. Possibly out of embarrassment.
“If I wear one on a date, will you make me go home and change?” Chad asks, trying to continue sounding neutral, but failing by a few notches. Somehow it hurts ten times as much to hear Uryuu insult his taste in clothing as it would any other person.
“Of course not.” Uryuu turns toward him. Tucks his hair behind his ear—an already familiar nervous gesture.
So it sounds like there might be other dates. Chad smiles slightly at him, and Uryuu smiles back, maybe a little apologetically.
“I might make you take it off before we kiss, though,” Uryuu says, now looking at Chad’s shoulder, not meeting his eyes.
Chad skips over Uryuu’s rudeness to get to the important part. They’ll be kissing again in the future. And Chad almost wants to wear one of his loud cotton-polyester blend shirts just so that Uryuu will—
“Kind of like this,” Uryuu says, looking at his neck now, but reaching up for the top button of Chad’s shirt. Then he meets Chad’s eyes and asks softly, “Can I?”
Heart banging in his chest, all thoughts of shirts flying out of his head, Chad says, “Yes.”
Keeping his eyes on Chad’s face, Uryuu carefully, deliberately unbuttons Chad’s shirt. When Chad takes a deep breath that makes his chest bump into Uryuu’s knuckles, he can actually see Uryuu’s pupils dilate. After that, Uryuu watches his hands working, and lets his knuckles slide down Chad’s stomach as they unbutton. Then he’s finally at Chad’s belt buckle.
Pulse pounding in his ears and neck and fingertips. Chad patiently lets Uryuu take his time untucking his shirt, then finishing the final two buttons.
Chad really hopes Uryuu likes muscles. Between his weekend construction job and his time at the boxing gym, Chad’s freshman fifteen had come in the form of pure muscle. And he’d managed to gain a pound or two since then, as well.
Staring at the exposed strip of dark skin between the parted panels of Chad’s shirt, Uryuu reaches up, slips his cool hands under Chad’s shirt at his shoulders, and drags it down his arms.
His eyes widen. “…Oh,” is all he says.
Chad smiles, a little relieved. So he does like muscles.
Or at least he likes Chad’s muscles.
The shirt falls to the floor and Uryuu skims his hands up Chad’s arms, the sensation of cool fingertips making him shiver. It makes his nipples hard.
It’s starting to make his dick hard.
Flattening his palms on Chad’s shoulders, Uryuu slides them down his chest, face reddening, lips softly parting. His thumbs drag down the center of Chad’s stomach, pressing harder now. Fingers trip over the ridges of his abs.
“I changed my mind,” Uryuu says, running his hands back up Chad’s stomach to his chest, excruciatingly slowly. “I wouldn’t make you take it off. I’d take it off you. God.”
Chad tries to control his long, deep breaths. Uryuu’s hands on him are making him crazy.
Finally, Uryuu links his fingers behind Chad’s neck and leans up toward him.
Without a word, Chad bends down and takes his mouth in a hard kiss. He grips the back of Uryuu’s jacket and slides his hands around to his sides, careful not to tickle. Slips his hands under the shoulders of the jacket. Then, and this is one of the hardest things he’s done in years, he tears his mouth away.
“Can I?” he asks. His voice is rough and breathy, and Uryuu’s eyes flutter closed before sliding back open.
“Yes,” Uryuu whispers, and a second later, his jacket hits the floor. Their mouths come together with force again. Chad reaches for the knot of Uryuu’s tie, fingers fumbling—he’s never had much use for ties—but then Uryuu’s hands cover his and deftly loosen the thing. He pulls it over his head and tosses it onto Chad’s bed.
“Mmh,” Chad grunts, big hands coming up to slip the little buttons of Uryuu’s shirt out of their buttonholes. He works his fingers down the placket. Then it’s a matter of seconds before Chad has it off Uryuu’s arms and on the bed with his tie.
Uryuu’s wearing an undershirt. Not for long. Chad sweeps his hands under the back of the shirt and drags it up until it reaches Uryuu’s armpits.
It takes one more long kiss before Chad's ready to pull away long enough to divest Uryuu of his t-shirt. He draws back. Slides it up. Uryuu wordlessly raises his arms, and Chad peels it off over his head.
When he looks at Uryuu, his breath catches in his throat. Uryuu is, quite literally, breathtaking. His hair is mussed as if he’s been rolling around in bed, eyes dark and direct, cheeks flushed, lips parted and dark pink from kissing. And his body. Is incredible. It’s broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, the lean muscle looking firm and sleek under flawless pale skin.
Chad has to touch him. “Uryuu. I want to—” Chad reaches a hand out, spreads it over Uryuu’s hard shoulder. Skims his thumb over Uryuu’s collarbone.
“Please,” Uryuu says quietly. He grips Chad’s hand. Slides it down to his chest, and it nearly spans the whole thing. Chad can feel Uryuu’s heart racing under his skin. It’s fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage.
“Uryuu,” Chad breathes, then wraps his arms around Uryuu and pulls him close, and Uryuu opens up for his kiss.
Standing there, they touch each other and kiss for long, humid minutes, hands roaming and exploring and caressing above the belt. Until Uryuu finally draws back with a panted, “Okay.”
“Okay?” Chad asks.
“I think we should stop for now.” Uryuu’s voice is soft, but unapologetic.
It’s okay, though. Chad’s a patient man, and he likes to let his partners dictate the pace, besides. He’ll gladly follow Uryuu’s lead.
“All right,” Chad says, and he hesitates for a second before asking, “Do you want to lie down for a few minutes?” Chad could use a lie-down himself. His head is light and swimmy.
Uryuu looks at the bed, and back at Chad. “Yes. But not for long. I have to be up early in the morning.”
Chad smiles. Uryuu’s strict adherence to his responsibilities is, and always has been, admirable. Just one more reason Chad likes him.
“Okay,” Chad says. He backs toward the bed. Takes Uryuu’s hand and draws him down with him as he stretches out on the bed.
“Your arm isn’t much of a pillow,” Uryuu says dryly as he settles on his side next to Chad, his head resting on Chad’s bicep.
“Sorry.”
“It’s all right. You’ve got other things going for you.”
Chad smiles. “Good.”
They’re silent for a minute or two, cooling down. Uryuu’s hand is stretched out flat on Chad’s stomach.
“I’ve been wondering about something,” Uryuu finally says.
“Hm?”
“Yes. I felt like… on our blind date, you came in seeing me as… a completely platonic friend. I was fairly certain you’d say no, when I asked you out again. But by the end of our second date, you were the one asking me out.”
Chad looks over at Uryuu’s serious face. “Yeah?”
“So… when did you change your mind about me? Start actually liking me?”
“Hmm… I think. When you laughed at the eat you up comment. On our blind date.”
“Oh.” Uryuu looks quietly pleased. He rubs a circle over Chad’s navel, making Chad’s stomach dip and swoop, heat twisting slow between his hips.
He ignores it. There’s something he’s wanted to say all night, and he needs to say it before Uryuu decides to leave.
He inhales heavily. Then says, “Uryuu. You’re the only person I want to see. If you… feel differently, that’s okay, just… tell—”
“Stop!” Uryuu says his voice strident. “You’re going to ruin it.” Shoving up onto an elbow, he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I don’t want to see anyone else, either. And you’d better not see anyone else.” He pokes Chad in the chest, hard. Chad doesn’t flinch.
“I won’t,” Chad says. “Come here.” He leans toward Uryuu.
“Wait.” Uryuu puts a hand on his chest, and Chad lets him push him onto his back. “You’d really be okay if I dated other guys?”
“...No.”
“Then why were you going to say it?” Uryuu looks sincerely confused.
“I… don’t know. You’re… independent. I didn’t want to scare you off.” He thinks for a few seconds, hand covering Uryuu’s on his chest, then goes for blunt honesty. “I’d take you any way I could get you.”
“Yasutora,” Uryuu says tenderly. His hand begins to tremble.
That’s the first time Uryuu’s called him that. “Uryuu,” Chad whispers, rolling to face him. He gathers Uryuu up in his arms and kisses his cheekbone, his jaw, the corner of his mouth.
“So, you’re my boyfriend, then.” Uryuu sounds smug.
He kisses Chad for a long, long time.
—
It’s late when Chad calls Ichigo, and his lips and face hurt from all the kissing and smiling.
“Hey, Chado.”
“Hey.”
“What’s up? You guys married yet?”
Chad laughs softly. “No. But… “
Ichigo is silent while Chad gathers his thoughts, only for Chad to finally say, “I’m his boyfriend now.”
“Good for you, man!” Ichigo sounds enthusiastic, if tired. “Who asked who?”
“I did.”
“And he said yes. That’s fucking great.” Chad can hear Ichigo smiling, and he can’t stop smiling, himself.
Then Ichigo yawns.
But that's okay. Chad has said what he wants to say. Really doesn’t think Ichigo would want all the details of them making out and half-stripping and groping each other. Chad smiles wider.
“Hey. I'm gonna go,” Chad says.
“Okay, Chad,” Ichigo says. “This… might sound weird, but… I think you’re doing great.”
“Thanks, Ichigo. Later.”
“Later.”
Chad hangs up, then he spends the next half-hour daydreaming about Uryuu before he remembers he has homework due in the morning.
He’s still smiling when he closes his book once he’s done.
Notes:
Q: Was Uryuu really trying to be rude about Chad’s shirts?
A: No! Kissing someone in a common area is much different than kissing them in their bedroom, with a locked door between the two of you and the world. He clung to the first thing that would buy him some time while he waited for his attack of nerves to subside. But then, once he was nearly back on an even keel, he realized what a good excuse that, and Chad, gave him >:D Chad, who doesn’t yet speak Uryuuese, couldn’t have known all that. Besides, Ichigo gave him most of those shirts lol
Also re: the cold hands: Uryuu is canonically anemic. So am I lol. My hands are almost always on the cool side, and in the winter, they're absolute popsicles! So I passed the freezing on… to Uryuu! :D
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