Disclaimer: Own nothing, as much as I would love to.
Warning: yaoi, kissing, epiphanies
Gay? Who's gay?
"Hey Shida" A familiar voice drifted through the room, tearing Ishida away from his textbook.
He looked up to see the redhead tipped over backwards on the couch, his own book in his lap. "Yes Berry?"
"Don't call me that!"
"Don't call me Shida." He calmly returned to his book, trying to ignore the pain on his couch.
"You are so gay." The usual response and a great indicator of the quick wit of his companion.
"Why do you always say that? I'm not gay." The Quincy put his book down, facing his guest, though the term could be used loosely. Ichigo mostly just followed him home and stayed for supper and to study.
"Hah! What's not gay about you? Your clothes are pretty, your hair is perfect, you sew." Ichigo laughed and accused in the same breath.
"There is nothing wrong with looking nice or learning a useful skill. You should try it. And if I'm gay, what are you? You hit of me, remember?" The dark-haired boy stuck his nose on the air and pushed his glasses up.
"I did not! It just happened. I'm not gay, I don't like guys." Pale skin lit up with a faint blush and he looked away.
"Oh? And what am I?" An elegant eyebrow arched. This should be good.
"You, You're you. You don't count." The shorter boy defended himself awkwardly.
"And what's Chad?" It really was too much fun to tease him like this.
"Umm, well... He's my best friend, he doesn't count." The blush was getting brighter by the minute.
"And Kon?" Kon was currently using a gigai, a pretty, brown haired boy with blue eyes.
"I dunno 'bout him, he's a bit weird, I don't think he counts either."
"That's not what you said yesterday when he was sucking your co.. hmmf" His sarcasm was cut off by Ichigo's mouth.
They finally came up for air, Ishida having found his way into his friend's lap. "Geez, for such a prissy looking guy, you sure have a filthy mouth."
He leaned up for another kiss, "Mmm, not like you're complaining." A quick grope got him some participation.
A few minutes later, "Hey Shida"
"Yes Berry" He moved his attention to the smooth neck in front of him.
"I think we're gay." The redhead sounded so resigned, the brunette couldn't help but smile.
"Me too. Does it matter?"
The only reply was a nip at his ear.
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This is a really old one I thought up while at work and had to jot down on a napkin. Hopefully you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Reviews are appreciated, even if you don't particularly like it.