This is my first fic ever, so please bare with me. Also, English is not my native language, so grammar nazis can as well leave now. I triple checked for typos, but I always miss some of them. Sorry for that... I hope this story is still possible to understand.

I planned this to be a lemon type of fic, including Ishida, Ichigo and Renji, and some noncon, so if you don't like it, don't read! I also believe people may be a bit out of character...

Renji comes in chapter 4!

I don't own anything! I don't even own the laptop I'm writing this on.

Chapter 1
Why Can't It Be Me?

'I like spring' thought Ishida 'you can wear anything you like and still be comfortable.'

He was sitting on a park bench, staring at the clouds and thinking about nothing in particular. He was at peace with himself and the world. He liked times like this, when he was undisturbed and free to ponder over meaningless things. For Ishida Uryuu, this Sunday morning was absolutely perfect. That is, until the unavoidable happened.

- 'Yo, Ishida!' - that voice, that hairstyle, that frown. There could be no mistake.
- 'Hello, Kurosaki' - was the quiet answer. Ishida didn't feel like talking at the moment. And definitely not with the man in front of him. Ichigo- always angry, always unhappy, always so damn sexy. Without him, Quincy's life would be so much easier. Lately Ichigo was the main reason why Uryuu liked it best alone. Away from the loud crowds, from the giggles and carefree chattering and away from his friends. It's not that he didn't like his friends. Quite the opposite. For the first time in his life he felt that he belonged somewhere. Oh yes, every since he started hanging out with the shinigami crowd he felt happy. Probably for the first time in his life, or at least for the first time since his sensei died. They didn't care that he was a loner, and a freak. Actually, they didn't think he was a freak in the first place. He was one of them. Thinking of Orihime, Chad, Rukia, Kurosaki made him warm inside. Especially about Kurosaki. That obnoxious acquaintance of him lately become more than just a comrade in arms. Ishida found himself thinking about Ichigo more and more in the past few weeks. And not just thinking- dreaming, and even fantasizing. In a way he never ever fantasized about anyone, let alone an annoying male friend of his. And he liked it. He liked thinking about being touched, kissed and roughly fucked by Kurosaki Ichigo.

- 'So I'm gay, no surprise here, really' - he told himself one day - 'after all, I've been in the arts and crafts club forever. And that's definitely not the straightest hobby one could think of.' -

The idea of being homosexual was not freaking him out. However, the idea of crushing on a guy he never even particularly liked was an entirely different story. And the guy in question was standing right in front of him, his frown deeper than usual, staring silently at the sky.

- 'What brings you here, Kurosaki-kun?' - asked Ishida, after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
- 'I... you know, I just thought, that you... maybe...you know, that we... we could talk...'

Ok, now that was weird. Ichigo was never the timid type. And here he was, his confidence gone, blushing and stuttering like a teenage girl who tries to confess her feelings... Wait a minute... Ishida slowly started to panic. What if his feeling were not as unrequited as he always thought they were? He never really thought of that. What if the shinigami was about to confess that he also feels attracted to Ishida, and maybe even wants to date him? The mere idea made Quincy blush violently and stare blankly at the ground. The images of them making out started appearing in his mind, making him even more uncomfortable. He had to do something, and fast!

- 'Talk about what exactly, Kurosaki-kun?' - he tried to sound as casual as ever, and to his surprise, he almost succeeded. He actually sounded even colder and meaner that usual, but it still was better than a shaking voice. He hated when his voice betrayed his true feelings.
- 'You know, you always were good with dealing with... you know...' -
- 'No, I don't. Would you mind explaining?' - Uryuu was doing quite well, or at least he thought so. He didn't sound scared at all. And boy, he was scared. And aroused. But he definitely didn't want to think about that at the moment.
- 'I just thought, since you are a president of arts and crafts club...'
'Great', thought Ishida 'So it is pretty obvious that I'm queer after all.'
- '... you should be good with, you know, dealing with... girls.' - Ichigo finished and sighed, with an obvious relief.

Ishida, on the other hand, found himself being quite disappointed.
- 'Girls?' - he asked - 'Why do you think I'm good with dealing with girls?'
- 'Because you spend a lot of time with them, obviously. And you are always surrounded by a couple of them. They come to you with every minor problem they have and...'
- 'No, actually, they come to me when they want me to repair something, you know' - this time Ishida couldn't hide irritation. He was supposed to be a guide to dealing with girls? What was he, some sort of an emergency line for heartsick teenagers?
- 'Oh come on, Ishida, everyone knows you are brilliant when it comes to relationships'

'Flattery won't help you here, mate' thought Quincy bitterly. He was more than disappointed. For a glorious short moment he thought that he will finally be able to fulfil his deepest desires. And now he found out that he was supposed to give advices on dealing with teenage crushes. 'Just perfect'. And with that final thought, he asked Kurosaki to spill everything that was on his mind.

- 'So, it's Orihime after all?'
- 'Yup'
- 'And what are you planning to do with it?'
- 'I don't know. Do you think I have a chance?' - Ichigo sounded genuinely troubled. Of course, Inoue was one of the prettiest and most wanted girls in the entire school. Probably many boys tried their chances with her but, quite obviously, none of them had any luck. But Ishida was not blind. He noticed quite a while ago that Orihime has been paying much more attention to Kurosaki than to anyone else. He knew that, if Ichigo ever tries, he will be more than just welcomed into Orihime's arms. That thought was surprisingly painful. He didn't want anyone, besides him, to touch Ichigo. He wanted Ichigo all for himself.

'That's ridiculous' he thought. 'He's arrogant, annoying and, for fuck's sake, not even this handsome!'

I made some minor changes to layout and reloaded it, I hope it's not worse than it used to be.