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Title: Surprising Friendships and Love
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 9
Characters: Shuuhei/Ichigo
Word Count: 2836
Warnings: I said soon right? Next chapter. *winks*
AN: Yes, it’s late but I’m doing a lot of laundry and working on other things. How can it be soooo close to Camp already?

*whines*

Enjoy.

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Shuuhei snickered and put the bags in his arms into the back seat. Ichigo did the same before sitting, allowing his friend to drive them the short drive to their hotel. Once parked, they carried their food towards the hotel room and stepped in, Ichigo kicking the door closed behind him.

Placing his bags on the small bar that held the small refrigerator and microwave, Ichigo turned before yelping as his knee gave out on him. He flailed and tried to grab a hold of the counter to stop himself from meeting the floor in a painful moment. Shuuhei cried out and dropped the bags in his hands, grabbing Ichigo and stopping him from falling but unable to support himself on one leg.

“Well, fuck,” Ichigo groaned, glaring at his leg. Shuuhei chuckled and picked him up into his arms, carrying him into the bathroom.

“Here. Take a moment, shower and get into your night clothes,” he said, putting the waterproof bag that was set into two parts, near Ichigo. “I suppose it’s a good thing that we went with a hotel with giant shower stalls and benches?” he asked.

Ichigo huffed and nodded. “Yeah, probably a good thing,” he sighed. “Thanks,” he said, looking around. “Can you move the towels to sit on the bar in the shower stall? That bar won’t let them get wet but I’ll be able to get to them.”

“Not an issue. While you shower, I’ll start getting everything set out and we’ll lounge on the floor couch,” Shuuhei promised, putting the towels where Ichigo had pointed.

Leaving him to do what he needed to do, Shuuhei shook the thought of helping him shower out of his head. Ever since he had cuddled Ichigo while drunk, he couldn’t forget the way the lean, strong body felt. While Ichigo was compact, he knew that the other was strong, having felt those muscles shifting with every little move, and seeing him haul around five and ten-pound bags of flour or sugar without an issue.

He had learned that compact strength in such an androgynously pretty package was a huge turn on for him. He had been working on keeping his reaction to seeing Ichigo do things down.

Rolling his shoulders, he checked the bags and breathed out a sigh that he hadn’t had any of the glass packages, moving to grab plates. “I should have checked this place out before,” Shuuhei drawled. Ichigo had been the one to set up the hotel rooms, three rooms for all of them so that the two pairs had their own room. And each room that they had was set up pretty much the same.

A bar with a small refrigerator and microwave sat on one wall in the ‘kitchen’ area. What Ichigo called a floor couch, which was pretty much a couch that sat low to the floor, sat before a TV. There were pillows that could be attached to the couch to turn it into a bed for two people, stored in a side cabinet along with more blankets. The actual bedroom had a low sitting platform bed and a thick, comfortable futon on it with two shortish side tables and lamps next to it. The bathroom was split into two parts which was more on the traditional side.

It was much nicer than the places that he and his friends did when they went out if they weren’t doing a capsule hotel.

Putting the various foods that didn’t require their own dish on plates, he found a water kettle and grabbed the jug of water to fill it. One thing that they always did was bring their own bottles of water or just bottles to fill from the machine that the hotel offered. Not that the tap water wasn’t filtered, but the machine offered even more filter levels which worked for them.

Setting the kettle to heat for the ramen, he started to heat the rest of the food up again, listening to the shower turn off. He figured that Ichigo would be out in a few minutes and decided to make the couch into a bed while the buns were gently heated with a small bowl of water in the middle of them.

He was pouring boiling water into the ramen when Ichigo called out to him. Closing the ramen tops to cook without him, he jogged into the bathroom and found Ichigo sitting on the small bench between the shower and the bathtub. “You okay?” he asked.

“I can’t hold myself up right now. My muscles are protesting the fact that I danced so much tonight,” Ichigo admitted, blushing slightly and shrugging. Shuuhei smiled and just picked up Ichigo, noting that he had packed a pair of night shorts and a loose t-shirt that looked like one of his.

“Did…you steal my Metallica t-shirt?” he asked, blinking and staring at the blushing Ichigo.

“It’s worn! And comfortable when it’s hot outside. What can I say?” Ichigo huffed, prodding him in the chest. “Feed me. I hear there’s a good movie going on.”

Shuuhei snickered but carried him out to the living area of the hotel room, placing him on the couch, getting a soft sigh. Letting him get comfortable for the moment, he moved to grab the plates, carrying them over and laying them out on the table that he had placed over the extra pillows. He finished with the drinks then the almost done ramen.

Ichigo hummed, broke his chopsticks and grabbed his small plate, stealing two of the buns right off the bat. Shuuhei snickered as he poked at the ramen with his chopsticks before he grabbed some of the fresh sushi that had just been stocked when they had walked in. Ichigo found the remote for the TV and turned it on, turning to the movie that he wanted to watch.

After they finished their ramen, Shuuhei finally broached the subject that had been bugging him. “So…just what happened with Gin?” he asked. Ichigo sighed as he leant back against the back of the couch as he nibbled on a bun.

“It was…interesting I suppose you can say,” Ichigo mused. “Like I said, he didn’t cheat or anything. Not that I know.” He chewed on a bite for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “I started dating him a couple months into our junior year and it was a good relationship. We didn’t really talk about it, neither of us being real big on public affection or talking about things. So not a lot of people outside of our friends knew that we were dating. It worked for us. Then during our physical education class my knee got fucked up. It wasn’t a full tear, but something yanked in a bad way and it fucked me over. That was around Christmas and I spent quite a few days before and after Christmas in the hospital.”

“Gin knew what happened right? That was the year that we were mixed class levels weren’t we?” Shuuhei asked, Ichigo nodding his head.

“Yeah, so he was there. He even came with me to the hospital when dad came to check on the knee. My uncle Ryuuken also came since his specialty was the whole leg and all the parts so he would know better.” Ichigo picked up his can of still warm coffee and swirled it. “Gin didn’t visit. He called a few times, went to see his cousin who was in the lower levels with a nasty cold that wasn’t going away, but…never saw me. Even after I got out, he rarely came to visit at home. I had to have Sado bring any physical homework and tests for me.”

Shuuhei frowned. “You were happy with him before hand right?” he asked.

Ichigo nodded. “Oh yeah. He wasn’t my first lover, mind you, but my second. Our sex life was as active as we could be going to school and all that. My mom loved him, and my dad liked him well enough. Karin was wary of him while Yuzu was polite but distant. After we broke up, they said that they just never felt real comfortable around him. Which now that I think about it, I should have noticed it. It was about two months before the end of the year and me getting my knee surgery, I had been back in school on crutches if you remember.”

“I remember. You had to wear a heavy-duty brace and I wondered what was going but I never really thought about it,” Shuuhei admitted, shrugging. He piled some noodles onto his plate and picked it up.

“Yeah, because my knee wasn’t going to keep me standing as much as I wanted it to, but that was fine. What wasn’t was him taking me out on a date to dump me with no explanation.” Ichigo snorted and picked up the last bun, pulling it into half and handing him half of it. “I tried to find out what was going on via text but he never answered so I just dropped it. It hurt like a bitch since there were some rumors that he didn’t want to date someone who couldn’t walk on their own. But I still don’t know if those rumors were true or not.”

Shuuhei groaned, shaking his head with a snort. “Damn. That’s fucked up. What happened tonight?” he asked.

“He asked if I could walk. I told him I still had issues and was having a, hopefully, last surgery done before college starts,” he drawled. “He didn’t take no for an answer when he asked if I would be interested in going out with him again. I’m not stupid enough to fuck myself over dating him again,” he continued. Sighing, he lifted one leg up and rubbed at his knee slightly. “I might need to ice this,” he warned.

“Not an issue. And I’m glad that I could get you away from the idiot,” Shuuhei drawled, sprawling out with a smirk.

Ichigo smiled slightly at him, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, thank you,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to Shuuhei’s cheek, getting a blush from him. “Did you sign the lease?” he asked.

“Yep. Signed and faxed. We’re good,” Shuuhei said, smiling. “The apartment will be ready to move in the week before classes start, about two days before we have to go in to get our schedule and shit.”

“Sounds good. I sent in my schedule information and back-ups while you were signing the paperwork I think. I’ll get my e-mail confirmation sometime in the next couple of days,” Ichigo said, shifting slightly. “Are you sure you’ll be able to do this?” he asked.

“Grimmjow has classes later in the day so he can watch ya while I’m at my early day classes. Nnoitra can watch you between me getting there and Grimm getting home. Sado will cover whenever we’re not there if you need it and it’s only for the first three months that we’d have to stay attached to your side,” he said, waving it off. “We figured it out yesterday while you were napping off that headache.”

Ichigo snorted. “Yeah. Did you find out if it’s a second floor apartment or first?” he asked.

“First floor. They literally gutted the first floor to rebuild the apartments into bigger spaces for those who can’t get up the stairs or use the elevators for whatever reason. They’re working on the second floor apartments, moving tenants around in the building and updating it next,” he said. He crossed his legs. “Wood floors only. No carpet. Separate shower stall from the bathtub, two bathrooms. One attached to the master bedroom which I’m giving you since you need the room more than me.”

“Aren’t you the one going for an business degree with some architect degree?” Ichigo asked.

“There’s a third room with no closet that is now labeled as an office. I’m taking it since it’s not very big. About the size of your closet. Just big enough for my desk set up and computers,” he told him. Ichigo nodded his head and wiped off his fingers. “Need to brush your teeth?” he asked.

“Yeah. You should probably to. Those drinks are so sugary,” Ichigo said, shifting so that he could flip around to crawl into the bathroom. “Can you get the dishes? If you look, there’s a hidden sink in the counter and you should be able to wash them off.”

Shuuhei blinked and stood, grabbing the dishes and left-over food, finding the sink after finding the latch to the sink cover. Lifting the sink faucet up, he used the sponge and small bottle of soap that was in the sink to wash the dishes off, leaving them to dry on a thick dish-towel that he found in a drawer. By the time that he was done, Ichigo had crawled out of the bedroom, pushing his smaller duffle bag that held his computer and other smaller things to flop on the couch again.

Shuuhei headed back to the bathroom and brushed his teeth before changing into his sweatpants and a shirt, joining Ichigo out in the living room again. Flopping down onto the couch, he stared at the small pile of things on the couch, Ichigo wearing his brace finally. Seeing that Ichigo had his purse and was emptying it, planning on repacking everything while they were relaxing.

Seeing Ichigo dropped a miniature bottle and a few condoms, Shuuhei snorted and picked one condom up. Checking it, he smirked. “Hey, if I had known you had my size of condom, I would have tried to get laid,” he drawled.

Ichigo rolled his eyes and snagged the condom. “I was going to try to get laid tonight. Sado wears this size and I never know if those two have enough so I always bring a couple.”

“You play with Sado and Orihime?” Shuuhei asked, surprised at that.

“Not often with Orihime. She has this thing for watching Sado fuck another guy, and since he’s pan, it works. But they’re picky and sometimes we play. Especially since Sado was my first partner,” Ichigo said, pulling out his phone and plugging it into the long plug that they had set up earlier that morning. Once he was sure it was empty, he rolled it up and tucked it into a side pocket on his duffle bag, repacking the socks and underwear, his dirty clothes in a small net bag. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice that.”

“I noticed that sometimes you’d limp but I always thought it was your knee bothering you,” Shuuhei drawled, shrugging and rubbing at the side of his face. He couldn’t really talk since he had a thing set up with Renji for sex whenever they felt like it and were single. And since they had been finishing their last year of high school relationships hadn’t seemed important.

“Just the fact that Sado is a big fucker. So, I’m surprised you’re the same size,” Ichigo admitted, shrugging as he started to pull out small pencil cases and net bags to repack things in.

Shuuhei smirked and shrugged. “My family on my dad’s side have always been a bit bigger than average. It’s the mixed history we have. Also why I’m so damn tall,” he said. “Aren’t you gonna try to get laid tonight anyways?”

“Nah. Not with my knee. There’s a couple positions that are best for what we get up to that requires me to be able to use my knee,” Ichigo said. He shrugged with a blush, Shuuhei snickering as he shifted.

“Well…” he trailed off, watching the easy way that Ichigo was organizing and placing his things away.

“Well what?” Ichigo prompted as he finished by tucking the bottle of lube and condoms into their own bag and set it on top of his clothes. He would push it down the next day when they were getting ready to head home.

“What if I asked you if you wanted to fuck?” Shuuhei asked. He eyed the wide-eyed look from Ichigo as he blushed.

“What?” Ichigo squeaked. “Really? Why?”

Shuuhei shrugged. “I find you attractive, I respect you. I also find you hot and want to fuck you.” He smiled slightly as Ichigo came down from his surprise, thinking about it.

“I can’t do certain positions with my knee,” Ichigo replied.

“No worries. Don’t want you on your knees this time. I like facin’ my partners when in a bed.” Looking around them, he snorted. “Or even on a couch that can be turned into a bed. I’m good at screwing as hard or soft as I need to. I’m not a ‘hard fuck all the time’ kind of guy.”

Ichigo hummed before a moment before smirking. “Do you kiss? I have this thing for kissing,” he purred. Shuuhei chuckled, the sound deeper, and reached out, pulling Ichigo into a deep kiss, tongue sliding easily into the mouth that opened in a moan.
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