"I-I don't think this is the time Ichigo... show some restraint, we have to go out!"
He smirked.
Ohgodohgodohgodohgod! He's gorgeous! Don't look directly at him!
"we've got time" he said, slowly running his hands down my sides before resting them on my hips.
This always makes me shiver, he knows that! That's playing dirty… dirty…
"NO! Ichigo! The awards for best fights are being given in each category and you know you'll get at least ONE!"
Yes, this is solid logic, he should see that I'm right and stop this before the bulge in my pants grows to a size I can't ignore.
"So that just means they can't go on without me."
My words had done nothing to dissuade him as his hands began to move again… one moved up to underneath my shirt while the other... continued to travel… low…er…
"SSTOP!" I was frantic now and he would see my point even if I wasn't quite sure why I was arguing so hard any more.
He was so, irritating. But god I wanted him…
His hand had undone my jeans now and was buried in my underwear stroking my now erect length.
His lips were at my neck, laying frantic needy kisses, licks, BITES!
I hadn't been expecting that and I let out an involuntary shudder, oh god I wanted him…
He tore his lips away from my neck for a moment to whisper into my ear. I could feel his breath hot and moist.
"Stop? Okay I'll stop… if you tell me one. More. Time."
He was an ass, he had no intention of stopping, he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. That was definitely NOT his sword in his pocket.
"I-I suppose it doesn't matter if we're a bit late…"
With those words I sealed my doom… I wouldn't be leaving that bed for a while…
!-!-!
ONE HOUR LATER
"We're really going to be late this time!"
"calm down, it's unlikely I would've placed under top five and they always list the top ten. You know how Soi-Fon loves her speeches…"
It was then I got a look at what he was wearing, I knew that jacket, I knew those jeans…
"HEY!" I yelled indignantly, "those are mine!"
"OH! Look at the time Kurt! We can't keep them waiting like this!"
With that me my scowly, orange haired boyfriend ran out the door… sometimes I doubt my taste in men.
But hey, if he was wearing my clothes, did that mean I could wear his.
I understand why he would wear mine, those slogan tee's of his are just tacky.
…
But those black baggy pants of his? Simply fabulous. I wonder if he'll let me borrow them?
!-!-!
A/N: I wrote the original one shot about a year ago before I really got into yaoi, looking back, I was ashamed with myself. One again, this goes out to all of you at CAPSLOCK_BLEACH