Title: Hot Under Cover
Author: Keitorin (Chou ni Natte)
Pairing: Urahara x Ichigo
Rating: Adult
Summary: What's the first thing you think of to do when you're somewhere you're not supposed to be and someone is coming?
Note: Inspired by the prompt "Coming in one's pants" from my kink/cliché/trope generator (tanomono dot net/generators)
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Bleach and I make no money off of writing fanfiction.
When Ichigo had heard footsteps heading his way while he was nosing around Urahara's room, he'd instinctively dived into the closet.
As he watched through the slats in the door, Urahara entered the room, cloak swirling behind him in the wind.
The man paused for a moment as if taking a moment to think, before making a beeline for the futon.
Ichigo wasn't prepared for what happened next. Urahara started stripping off his clothes one by one, until he was left only in his underwear.
A few seconds later and there wasn't even that left to keep Ichigo's sanity from fleeing completely. Ichigo could only blush and hold his breath as Urahara lay down on the low bed.
Ichigo was too afraid to think that things couldn't get any worse. He didn't have to – they did anyway.
Urahara was slowly running his hands down his chest, and when his hands started to go lower, Ichigo's eyes were drawn to his half-erect cock. He couldn't look away for one second as the man started masturbating. Several times Ichigo had to remind himself to breath.
He was painfully hard in the confines of his jeans, and it was starting to hurt. He reached down to adjust himself and let out a whimper as his hands made contact. He froze in horror and jerked his head up to see if Urahara had heard.
Ichigo looked up just in time to see the other man climax across his own chest, and that was it for Ichigo. Biting his lip to keep a groan in, he came inside his jeans, a stain spreading rapidly across his front.
After he caught his breath, he looked up to see if Urahara had left. He almost swallowed a lung when he saw a set of eyes staring back at him from a few feet away.
A second later the closet door was opening and Urahara was leering down at him.
"Did you enjoy the show, Kurosaki-kun?"
Ichigo could only stare in mortification at the realization that he'd just jacked off to the geta boushi of all people, and that he'd been caught.
"Because there's a lot more to see, if you weren't satisfied enough." Urahara grinned widely and held out a hand to Ichigo, ignoring the fact that Ichigo had come in his pants and was as red as his namesake all over.
