TOUCHY

Author: UniqueWolfLover

Pairings: Ichigo Kurosaki and Uryuu Ishida

Rating: M for lemon (maybe *wink wink*)

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its kickass characters. I do however, own this story. So yeah!

Warnings: BoyxBoy smexings, YAOI, Out of characterness, Cursing, Plotlessness, Smutsmut, and some other random sinful stuff. Don't read if you are uncomfortable with any of these. Flames will be used to fuel my world domination machine of awesomeness. XD

ENJOY! (Italics are Ishida's thoughts) Story in Ishida's POV.

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It all started with a touch. A gentle brush of his fingers across my hand that lasted a second too long as he passed me a handout in class. By the time I looked up he had already moved on but the tingling sensation in my hand stayed for the rest of the day. The strange feelings and occurrences centering on Ichigo Kurosaki had begun. I was pretty damn powerless to stop it.

After the brush there was a lingering touch to my shoulders after a battle. He wouldn't smile or meet my gaze. He just placed his hands on my shoulders as if to reassure himself I was still there. All this could have been brushed off as a symbol of our deepening friendship (could my blush at the contact be explained as well?) but it did not stop there.

It seemed like every time I saw him he would somehow come into physical contact with me; a brush against me as he passed by or a lingering touch as he passed me something. His invitations to join him and his friends for lunch also increased. I politely declined but it was still strange that he never seemed to give up. It wasn't that it bothered me or anything but it was so out of character for Ichigo. After several weeks of this constant "accidental" contact and invitations to lunch, I had about enough. I wanted to get to the bottom of his behavior. When did he start paying so much attention to me? I just hope it isn't all a part of my imagination. I decided that day that I would accept his lunch offer and finally confront him about his strange behavior.

"Let's just hope he doesn't stop touching me." I mumbled. Okay! Where the hell did that come from!? I do not want Ichig….Kurosaki touching me. I shook my head. Let's just chalk it up to a Freudian slip and move on with life. Now back to paying attention in class.

"Ishida, please take these papers to the art room." Sensei ordered.

"Hai." I slipped from my chair and took the papers from Sensei. Before I could leave the classroom Sensei spoke again.

"Kurosaki, grab those canvases in the corner and accompany Ishida-san." My face warmed. Kurosaki was coming too. I heard him reply and move to follow me with the canvases. He followed closely behind but said nothing. After we dropped off the papers and canvases and picked up some other papers for Sensei we started back to the class room. I thought it was strange that he was following behind me. Usually he was always next to me or in front of me on the rare occasions we walked together. I glanced behind me. Was he looking where I thought he was looking!? My cheeks reddened. He was staring at my ass! No, this is impossible. I have to think logically about this…. The tea! There had to be something strange in the tea I drank this morning. It was from Orihime after all. That's the answer; I'm just hallucin….Ack! There goes all the papers.

"Kurosaki what the hell are you doing?!"

"Just doing something I've wanted to do for a long time."

"You've wanted to grab my ass!?"

"Yep!"

"Why?"

"Because."

"That's not an answer!!" I looked behind me at Ichigo. That bastard was smiling! I had half a mind to punch him. Too bad the other half of my mind was consumed with either kissing him senseless or asking him to touch me more. Once again, where the hell was that coming from?!

"You don't look like you mind very much Uryuu." His breath brushed pleasantly across my neck.

"Hmmm." Well that was an intelligent answer. My brain was mush.

"I guess you wouldn't mind if I did this then." His hand began to move, messaging my ass. My head fell against his shoulder with a groan.

"Ichigo you bastard." I mumbled to him but he chuckled and began pulling me backwards. My senses came back somewhat.

"Where the hell are you taking me?"

"Just somewhere a little more private." He opened an empty classroom door, pulled me inside, and locked the door behind him. I stared at him blankly for a few seconds before my brain caught up to me.

"So why exactly are you suddenly so interested in me Kurosaki?" He smiled devilishly then and advanced on me. He stopped inches away from touching me.

"I've been interested in you for a while now Uryuu. I wasn't sure how to go about testing your feelings though so I just started with brushing up against you every now and then to see your reaction. When I got that adorable blush out of you I almost lost it. I still wasn't sure though so I held back. But today, you kept squirming and blushing in class and I couldn't take it anymore. I thought the direct approach would be a little more effective." Ichigo looked shy for a moment before meeting my gaze. His eyes sparkled.

"You better not be screwing with me Kurosaki." I gave him my best glare, under the circumstances.

"Not yet my dear Uryuu, but soon." Ichigo smiled and pulled me against him tightly. I gasped in surprise and pleasure. I really hoped he'd fulfill that particular offer. "Did I ever tell you how sexy you look when you glare?" He continued.

All I could do was shake my head. I felt like I was in an alternate universe. Ichigo actually likes me and I'm in his arms right now hopefully about to get ravished senseless. Reality was really strange. My brain couldn't keep up with the rapid changes. Luckily I didn't have to. Ichigo's lips met mine in an explosion of pent up passion. This was no gentle kiss. It was rough and sensual but also held a hint of tenderness and affection and I was completely lost in it.

Ichigo backed me into a wall and pressed his body into me as his tongue delved into my mouth.

"More." Oh shit, did that just come from me?

"Your wish is my command." Ichigo answered, lifting me up and laying me on the absent sensei's desk. He climbed up after me and our mouths met once more. My hands tangled themselves in his hair as he kissed his way down my neck. Our hearts synchronized to a rapid beat as the blood rushed from our brains to other more useful organs. More useful at the moment, anyway. Ichigo's hands ran across my chest and skillfully unzipped my pants.

"Finally." He said with a 'cat got the crème' smile. I just smiled back and kissed him again. His hand slid over my clothed member.

"Aah! Ichigo!" I bucked up into his waiting hand. Ichigo messaged me expertly.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you've done this before." I said.

"Secret." He answered continuing his ministrations. Before I could tear his shirt off a knock resounded at the door. We both froze.

"Kurosaki! Ishida! Are you in there?!" Yelled our Sensei.

"Shimatte!" I whispered.

"I guess we will have to resume our actions at a later time." Said Ichigo with a sigh. He climbed off me and helped me get up.

"Coming Sensei!*" I called out before she continued her yelling from outside the door. We tidied ourselves as best we could.

"Better get going." Ichigo said looking at me. Our eyes met for a moment before he leaned over and offered me one last kiss before heading back into reality. As we unlocked the door and greeted the Sensei, Ichigo winked at me.

"What were you two doing in that classroom?" Sensei asked.

"Ishida-san was having a bit of a wardrobe problem and I was just helping him right it before we headed back to the class." Ichigo explained. Our Sensei didn't look very convinced as she eyed me skeptically.

"It's true Sensei. I didn't want to return to class looking like a slob so I had Ichigo help me."

"Alright you two, whatever, just head back to class."

"Hai." We answered and headed back to the classroom. As we walked Ichigo brushed his hand against mine and threw me a sly smile.

"Your house after school?" He asked. I nodded trying to control my blush. His smile widened as he quickly kissed my lips and took off in the opposite direction.

I watched Ichigo take off with a sigh. Too bad there are still four classes before school is over. Then again, I'm sure Ichigo wouldn't be apposed to starting the weekend early. With that thought I grabbed my bag from the class room and took off after Ichigo oblivious to our Sensei's calls for us to come back. This was going to be an interesting night after all.

The End….or maybe to be continued if you like it enough.

*lol! Ohhhh the double meaning! XD

A/N: This is crap but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. I'm getting my write on for national writing a novel month. Probably sucks but I needed to write something! Lol. Hope you liked it. Review if you'd like another chapter. I doubt you will but just in case. ^.^