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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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Warning: orgasms imminent! Also, I won’t warn for sexual content after this chapter. If it happens, it happens!

Week Eight: Want You So Bad
Oh, just like before
Oh, who wanted more?
I want you so bad
Want you so bad

Chad asks Uryuu out four more times, and Uryuu says yes, happily, each time. They spend their dates at a restaurant, at a bar, at the movie theater, at a play for which Uryuu helped design the costumes.
(Uryuu wears a modern-style kimono to that one, a blue only a little darker than his eyes with dragons climbing up the wide sleeves. Chad can't keep his eyes off of him. He catches maybe a quarter of the play.)
Their dates are sweet and easy, casual touching and hand-holding and pushing Uryuu’s hair out of his face.
But when they get back to Chad’s place, sometimes they’re glued together at the mouth before they’re even through the door.
Chad is driven increasingly to distraction by Uryuu. And his clothes, and his hair, and his hands, and his mouth, and the feel of his body in Chad’s arms.
His mouth.
Their hours spent kissing are hotter and hotter, faces sheened with sweat, shirts coming off, hands roaming across the humid exposed skin. Chad squeezes Uryuu’s ass once, not thinking much beyond he’d like to pull him onto his lap, but Uryuu reaches down and grabs Chad’s hand and squeezes it back. As if that’s what Chad was hoping to accomplish. Chad takes the hint, though. Runs his hand up Uryuu’s back and into the short hair on the back of his head.
Chad wonders what it’ll take to get out of this holding pattern. He doesn’t want to rush Uryuu, though. Is extremely happy with their steamy makeout sessions. But he wonders.
What it takes, it seems, is just… time. It’s their eighth date in as many weeks, and they’re sitting at the edge of Chad’s bed, mouths sliding together, music on his CD player muffling the sounds of both of them moaning softly as hands roam over backs and chests and into hair. Then… then, Uryuu lets his hand slide lower, to rest on Chad’s hip.
Chad doesn’t freeze, though it’s a close thing. It’s surprise, more than anything. His deflected grab at Uryuu's ass aside, they haven’t yet touched below the belt. He’s more surprised when Uryuu moves his thumb to the inside of Chad’s hip and strokes his lower belly through his jeans. Then inward, thumb brushing Chad’s dick.
Chad can’t help it. He draws in a quick breath through his nose. Tries to follow Uryuu’s mouth when it pulls away.
“Is this… okay?” Uryuu asks. He slides his thumb along Chad’s dick again, slowly stroking a longer line up the shaft. If Chad hadn’t already been rock-hard, he would be now.
“Yes,” Chad breathes. He runs his thumb over Uryuu's wet lower lip, and a question he’s asked himself several times jumps to the forefront of his mind.
“How much… have you done?” Chad asks.
“...Oh. …Mutual masturbation,” Uryuu says after a few seconds, flushing. His thumb goes still against Chad’s dick.
Thoughtful, Chad kisses him, wondering how such an incredible man could have gone this long without experiencing so much more than that. He should have guys lined up around the block to try to get to him.
But now he’s mine, Chad thinks, and it makes his heart pick up speed. He lets their lips slide apart, pressing one big hand against the side of Uryuu’s face. Watching him closely, Uryuu kisses his palm.
“...Do you want to do more?” Chad asks.
Uryuu’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly. Then he kisses Chad’s hand again and lets his eyes fall shut. “With you, yes.”
“Okay,” Chad says, He strokes Uryuu’s cheek. “We’ll stop any time you need to.”
“All right,” Uryuu says, the corner of his smiling mouth brushing Chad’s palm.
KIssing languidly, Uryuu unbuttons and unzips Chad’s pants. When he tugs at the waistband, Chad lies back and lifts his hips. He’s surprised when Uryuu peels his underwear down with his jeans. They stop at his thighs.
“Wow,” Uryuu says. “That’s… I mean, I wondered, but…”
Chad can’t help but be flattered. And, a split second later, just a little worried. “Is it… too big?”
“No!” Uryuu says, looking up at him with a pink, dazed-looking face. “It’s gorgeous. It’s just… Wow.”
Lifting up again, Chad lets Uryuu drag his pants and underwear down and off. Then Uryuu’s propping himself up on an elbow beside him, drawing lazy patterns on Chad’s stomach that make Chad’s dick twitch.
Then, with a soft sound in his throat, Uryuu slides his hand down.
Uryuu’s slender fingers are strong and dextrous. Clever as they wrap around Chad’s dick and start stroking, sliding and gently squeezing all along the length of him.
“Yeah…” Chad whispers. It feels incredible, like Uryuu’s been jerking Chad off for years, and knows exactly how he likes to be touched. Without thinking about it, he thrusts up into Uryuu’s hand, and Uryuu groans. A searing tingle rushes all throughout Chad’s body.
Ishida Uryuu. Is giving him a handjob. And it feels better than any handjob has a right to.
Ishida Uryuu is also still half-dressed, something Chad hopes to remedy soon.
Uryuu scoots up closer and leans in to kiss him as he strokes, all smooth, firm lips and licking tongue, and Chad groans into his mouth. After nearly two months’ worth of hot and heavy making out, it doesn't take much of this before Chad feels his orgasm barreling toward him.
He tears his mouth away from Uryuu’s. “I’m gonna…”
“Okay,” Uryuu whispers, looking at him through huge-pupiled eyes. “Do it. Please.”
Chad grunts and tries to watch Uryuu’s profile when Uryuu turns his head away to look down at his hand moving on Chad’s cock. The hazy eyes, the parted lips, the high flush staining his cheeks. Chad looks down lower. Uryuu’s hand appears pale and delicate where it wraps loosely around his big, dark cock, and the contrast, the visual stimulation, they slam Chad right over the edge.
“God, Uryuu,” he moans, tightening a fist in the blankets and squeezing his eyes shut as the first wave hits him, come shooting all the way up his stomach. He hears Uryuu moan and thrusts into Uryuu’s stroking hand. The second shot lands above his navel. Chad cries out as the third and fourth pulse splash hot on his skin, then moans weakly as he finishes up, all over Uryuu’s hand.
Uryuu’s panting when he pulls his hand away, and Chad quickly grabs his shirt off the foot of the bed. Gives it to Uryuu to wipe his hand off. Then accepts it back, wraps a hand around the nape of Uryuu’s neck as he quickly swipes at his stomach. Tosses the shirt away, not caring if he misses some. He can feel how turned on Uryuu is. Wants to keep him just like that.
Leaning forward to kiss Uryuu’s parted, panting mouth, Chad unbuckles and unzips Uryuu’s pants one-handed. Uryuu’s not the only one with clever hands. Uryuu spreads his fly open wide and pushes pants and underwear down over his hips.
Chad looks down and inadvertently pauses. He’s seen cut dicks on the internet, but never in person, and he wonders if he should treat it any differently. “You’re…” he begins, to explain the pause. Regretting it immediately, he leans back in to kiss him.
Before he can, Uryuu sighs. Breathless, he says, “What can I say. My father carries on the legacy of Victorian mores.”
“Oh,” is all Chad can come up with. He's more than a little impressed that Uryuu can string together a sentence like that, and say it unselfconsciously, when his boyfriend is about to touch his dick for the first time. Chad carefully does not point out that Uryuu’s father had passed down at least a little of those values to Uryuu. This is, after all, their eighth date, and they’re just now getting past second base.
Not that Chad minds, though. He kind of likes this about Uryuu, that he doesn’t just hop in bed with a guy he likes, simply because they’ve gone out a couple of times. Chad’s not much different. Usually. He has had a couple of one-night stands.
Well, he supposes he’s a little different.
But he saw one girl for half a year before they slept together. He’s not an impatient man, by any means.
“I think he… oh,” Uryuu gasps. There. Chad wraps his fingers a little tighter around Uryuu’s dick and gives it a slow stroke, leaning in to kiss his neck.
“Ah, Yasutora,” Uryuu whispers, and Chad wants desperately to make him feel good.
Chad wants desperately to suck his dick.
Opening his mouth against Uryuu’s pulse, he slowly twists his hand up Uryuu’s dick. Then, lightly stroking, he kisses Uryuu’s shoulder, his collarbone. Pushes gently on Uryuu’s chest.
“Will you…?” Chad asks quietly. Nodding, red-faced, Uryuu lowers his back to the blanket and moans when Chad kisses the center of his chest, Then down to his stomach, and Chad can feel him trying to control his breathing. And failing impressively. Feeling the rapid rise and fall of Uryuu’s stomach, Chad kisses him right above his navel.
“Can I?” Chad asks.
Uryuu swallows. Pants, “Yes.” Then drops his head back as Chad trails kisses lower, following the thin line of hair down until Uryuu’s hard cock is hot against the side of his face.
Uryuu groans when Chad draws away, his cock leaving a warm smear of precum on Chad’s cheek. It’s only for a moment, though—only long enough so that Chad can drag Uryuu’s pants off and kneel between his spread knees.
Then, finally, he takes a breath, leans down, and takes Uryuu into his mouth.
“Yasutora!” Uryuu cries out, gripping the blankets on either side of himself. Chad bobs his head slowly, then with increasing speed as he hears the way Uryuu responds to him: enthusiastic and repeatedly surprised, and so loud Chad’s certain his roommate can hear them clearly over the music.
Let him. He’s got Uryuu so worked up it’s already started to turn him on again, his dick lengthening and thickening to the sounds of Uryuu’s hot, uninhibited moans.
But then Uryuu makes a pained sound. Chad freezes, slowly pulling his mouth off.
“Are you okay?” he asks. Unsure, because he doesn’t know if he’s hurting Uryuu, somehow, or overstimulating him, maybe.
“Yes— that noise, sorry. It’s just… really good.” Uryuu laughs softly and smiles, then repeats, with emphasis: “Really good.”
Remembering, Chad returns his smile, taking in his flushed face and sweat-sheened skin. He wants to just… eat Uryuu up.
So he does.
“God, your mouth,” Uryuu whispers. He tangles his fingers in Chad’s hair and pulls, not gently. Having his hair pulled makes Chad groan deep in his throat. It sends tingles down his neck, down his back. Sends blood rushing to his dick, which is well on its way to hard as hell again.
Groaning again at the feel of Uryuu’s dick jerking slowly in his mouth, Chad presses his tongue harder against the underside. Looks up at Uryuu. Gives him a long, slow suck.
“Chad!” Uryuu cries out, sounding alarmed. Chad pulls up, but not fast enough for Uryuu; Uryuu uses his grip on Chad’s hair to pull him right off his dick. The hard tug makes Chad grind against the side of the bed. Makes it hard for him to keep his eyes open.
But he forces them open, because Uryuu looks incredible. Chest heaving, flushed from the roots of his hair almost all the way down to his nipples, which are hard, and a gorgeous dark pink against his pale skin. His cock… is the prettiest cock Chad’s ever seen, cut or otherwise. It’s the perfect thickness, reaching up nearly to Uryuu’s navel. It’s the same dark pink at the tip as his nipples. Chad wants it back in his mouth.
But then Chad remembers. He kicks himself for not asking immediately. “Are you okay?” Chad’s only a little surprised to hear a slur in his voice. Drunk on Uryuu.
“I’m fine. Just… really close,” Uryuu says, still panting lightly. “...You should probably stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” Chad pushes himself up on his elbows on the bed and begins slowly crawling over Uryuu.
“Like you want to…” Uryuu sucks in a tremulous breath when Chad’s hard dick drags up, along Uryuu’s inner thigh.
“Hmm?” Chad asks, letting the head of his cock bump against Uryuu’s balls, then his shaft follows, brushing Uryuu’s full sack.
Uryuu moans softly and clutches the back of Chad’s neck. “Want to devour me.”
“...Maybe I do,” Chad says quietly as he nestles his cock against Uryuu’s, and he swallows Uryuu’s moan with a kiss. Presses their bodies together and thrusts against hard dick and soft skin.
Chad breaks the kiss. Whispers in Uryuu’s ear, “If I come, will you come with me?”
A shuddery moan slips out of Uryuu’s mouth. He digs his fingertips into the dense muscle of Chad’s trapezius.
“Yes,” he breathes. “But you’d better hurry, because I’m… God, Yasutora…” That last comes out almost in a whine. It makes Chad fuck against him a little harder, digging his dick into Uryuu’s lower belly.
“Pull my hair,” Chad says. Impulsive, like he almost never is.
Uryuu slits his eyes open. “What? Oh…” His fingers slide into Chad’s hair and he tugs lightly, watching Chad's face. Then a little harder.
“Yeah, like that,” Chad whispers. Dips his face down to take Uryuu’s mouth in a deep kiss, thrusting against him faster and harder. He moans at a rough pull, then feels Uryuu’s legs wrap around his thighs, his heels digging in, moving with Chad’s thrusts. Moving with him, hips rolling, tongue gliding against Chad’s. Soft moans almost constant.
God.
God, Chad wants to make love to this man. Wants to make him feel so good, make him moan and cry out so loud his roommate's pissed at him for weeks. Wants to feel Uryuu come on his cock—
Uryuu tears his mouth away. “Yasutora!” His hands slide down to Chad’s back. Fingernails bite in. His legs tighten, heels pressing hard enough to hurt. “I’m, oh my god—”
“Yeah, baby, I wanna see you,” Chad murmurs, and Uryuu’s eyes fly open and meet Chad’s. They’re the darkest blue Chad has ever seen them.
Oh. Right. Baby.
Chad doesn’t regret it, and it seems like it doesn’t slow Uryuu’s oncoming orgasm, because his eyes immediately slam shut again. Short fingernails dig into Chad’s back again, dragging down.
“Oh! Oh!” Uryuu cries out. His eyebrows shoot up and his mouth falls open. Chad feels Uryuu’s dick jerk between them, then he moans along as he feels the wet heat of Uryuu’s come spurting out between them, smearing between their stomachs, getting his own dick all slippery.
Ishida Uryuu. Moans like a porn star when he comes. Drives Chad absolutely insane.
“Yeah, that’s so good,” Chad whispers, voice strained, shaking hard as his own orgasm hurtles toward him. He thrusts uncontrollably against Uryuu a few more times, then buries his face in the crook of Uryuu’s neck and groans, loud and long, as he comes so hard everything goes all cottony-quiet, and he’s afraid he’s going to black out. He can still feel Uryuu trembling beneath him though, can feel Uryuu’s hands on his back, running up and down, but avoiding the sting of the scratches he’d left.
With one more weak thrust of his hips, Chad kisses Uryuu’s neck, then rolls over and away. He reaches down to the floor and feels around to find the towel he’d used this morning. Carefully wipes down Uryuu’s stomach and dick, then his own. Uryuu’s hand is on him as he works, tracing the shapes of muscles and veins, then coming up to sweep along his jaw.
Chad tosses the towel away then looks back to Uryuu. Who appears to be the dictionary definition of blissed out. His smile is lazy, eyes half-closed and sleepy, one hand behind his head. He runs a fingertip down Chad’s nose. Chad catches it and kisses it. Uryuu’s smile goes wider.
“Yeah?” Chad asks. Meaning, Was it that good? Meaning, Do you like me that much? Meaning, Do you want to do this again?
Meaning, Yeah, me too. To all of the above.
“Yeah," Uryuu agrees. His grin hasn’t gone away. It’s infectious. But Chad cannot stand to let it stay.
He has to kiss it off of Uryuu’s face.

“Uryuu,” Chad whispers, not wanting to wake him if he’s sleeping.
“Yeah?” Uryuu asks, then he clears his throat and twists in Chad’s arms, from where Chad had been spooning him, to face him.
“I was just wondering,” Chad says. Chad remembers… the night they’d first kissed, after digging his hands into Chad’s hair, Uryuu had said, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.
Chad kisses Uryuu’s forehead. Rubs big circles on his back. Before Uryuu can get impatient, he continues, “When did you know you were interested in me?”
Uryuu laughs, and it sounds almost despairing. Chad frowns in the dark and slows his hand, keeping it splayed out wide on Uryuu’s back.
“Almost from the second I first saw you,” Uryuu says. “First year of high school, you walked into my classroom, and all I could do was stare. You probably didn’t notice; I bet a lot of us were staring at you.”
“Yeah,” Chad says. Uryuu’s chest is rising and falling slowly against his.
“That was just physical, though. I knew soon enough how smart you were, despite you barely ever speaking in class, and I actually fought myself not to become infatuated with you. Then… when I started spending time around you, Soul Society business and other things, I noticed how you were.”
Uryuu’s quiet for some seconds, running a cool hand up and down Chad’s arm. Then he says, “You seemed so… solid. Reliable. Confident. That on top of the brains, on top of being one of the most devastatingly attractive men I’d ever seen—still are—and I was so far gone it was ridiculous.”
“You didn’t say anything,” Chad says.
“I… didn’t have room in my life for anything like that,” Uryuu says. “I had to get into a good college with a full scholarship, without my father’s help, and I had to spend nearly all my free time studying if I wanted to achieve that. Besides… “ Uryuu pauses and runs his hand up Chad’s arm again, squeezing and testing the thick muscle, this time. “Do you realize how intimidating you are?”
Chad laughs softly, a thin sliver of teeth from his little smile showing in the gloom. “I’ve been told,” he says. It used to bother him, but he’s come to accept it these past few years.
“The me I was back then would have given himself an aneurysm overplanning and over-strategizing, writing out best-case and worst-case scenarios,” Uryuu says. “I might have drawn diagrams. Trying to logically analyze the most-likely-to-be-successful way to ask you out for coffee. I might have actually asked Kurosaki about you, if I didn’t think it would get back to you.” He says this last part as if it’s the least likely of all his other hypotheticals.
Chad grins and kisses Uryuu on the forehead. “How about the you, now?”
“I got really, really lucky,” Uryuu says quietly, thoughtfully. “If Nico hadn’t talked me into going on that date—and I was this close to saying no, not going to happen, I don’t have time for anything else—I might have never seen you. I’d probably have never bumped into you on campus. And… you would never have seen me laugh. Or taken pity on me when I failed so hard at asking you out.”
“You didn’t fail,” Chad says, pulling Uryuu closer and pressing his nose against the top of his head. Speaking softly into his hair, he says, “It was… Genuine. Endearing. I was… curious where things could possibly go with us, if they went anywhere. And I did like your laugh.”
Uryuu is silent for a while, and Chad thinks he can almost feel him smiling. Finally, he nuzzles Chad’s neck, and says, “I’ll stay tonight, if you want.”
“I do.”
“Good.”
—
“We had sex,” Chad says as soon as Ichigo answers the phone. “Then he stayed the night.”
“Oh, really?” There’s a laugh in Ichigo’s voice. “I’m not sure if I want to hear about this.”
“Okay.”
“Well… maybe a little. Who was, uh… on top?” Ichigo asks, sounding genuinely curious.
“We didn’t…” Chad tries to think of how to describe it tastefully. “We. Rubbed together.”
“Oh,” Ichigo says, actually seeming a little disappointed. “Is that really sex?”
“Sure felt like it,” Chad says, smiling into the phone. He considers adding, I came twice. Considers adding, He left scratches all down my back. But Ichigo is still squeamish about sex, even at 21 years old and engaged to be married.
“Well. That’s good.” Ichigo does sound a little uncomfortable now. He’s quiet for a few seconds, possibly letting Chad contribute anything else to the subject of sex, if he wants to. When Chad doesn’t speak up again, he asks, “How are your classes going?”
Chad’s still smiling as they chat about quizzes and homework and Ichigo’s job and Orihime, and as the conversation winds down, Chad’s almost completely distracted.
“Chad? You there?”
“Hmm?” Chad focuses his eyes and brings himself forcibly out of a daydream and back to his surroundings. To his conversation with his best friend. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Daydreaming, huh?” Ichigo asks, but it’s good-natured. “I’ll let you go.”
“Okay.”
“Call me after you… you know. You can tell me about it, if you want.”
“I might.”
“Bye, Chad.”
“Bye.”
Notes:
Thanks to Struck3xbylightning for the outfit idea!
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