AN: Final Chapter! This story is officially complete and it's been a fun one to write. Shout out to everyone who reads and reviews my stuff! You guys keep me on track with these fics more than you realize :D
VII
Nine o'clock greets Ichigo in an awkwardly pleasant manner. Ishida is still in his arms, softly breathing and completely oblivious to what his presence has done to Ichigo even in sleep. The hot flush of intense arousal has him sweating into his clothes despite the lack of blanket to cover them. His hard-on is lightly pressed to the small jut of offered backside and if Ishida felt in the locker room just a fraction of what Ichigo is feeling now, he has no idea how the boy was able to hold back as long as he did.
Reluctantly disengaging their entangled limbs, Ichigo groans when this minimal sensation sends a slush of dizzy pleasure to his head. He claps a hand to his mouth at the loud sound. Miraculously, it doesn't seem to wake Ishida. He sneaks into the bathroom down the short hall and makes quick work of finishing what their innocent contact started in a long shower. It is only when he emerges clean, dressed, and no longer distressed that he notices the time. They're already two hours late for school because he forgot to charge his phone, which has been his primary alarm for the past two years.
Bad news: Ishida is going to be pissed when he wakes up because they'll have to skip school today. Good news: they have the house to themselves for several hours, so they won't have to answer any prying questions. Ichigo decides the best way to soften the bad news is by making Ishida breakfast. Luckily for both of them, Yuzu has taught him a range of basic recipes well enough that he's reasonably sure he won't accidentally poison them. As if he needs more stomach problems after last night. Yet, as Ichigo cooks a simple meal he realizes their first date will be a fond memory because of it. The fact that Ishida so readily took care of him is still pretty boggling…in the best way.
Taking a wide tray upstairs, Ichigo mentally debates whether he is bold enough to wake Ishida the way he really wants to. He walks in and sees the boy has spread out across the bed to fill up the empty space. Dark hair spills messily across one side of his face and his shirt is riding up to show part of his defined belly. Ichigo sets the food on his desk and perches carefully beside him. A small smile spreads as he watches Ishida sleep just for a moment. Seeming so peaceful and vulnerable, this side of his boyfriend is a type of fresh insight, a peek at his purest and most defenseless face.
Ichigo is reaching a hand out to gently brush the strands from his eyes before he thinks about what he is doing. Ishida stirs at the touch, sighing a short hum but not quite waking. Leaning close and murmuring quietly, Ichigo calls his given name. The one he is still so unused to thinking, much less saying aloud. He says it again, a little louder, and Ishida's eyes blink slowly open at last.
Those bleary blue eyes focus on him for an instant before closing again.
"Hey, don't go back to sleep," he chuckles with a touch to Ishida's arm. "Wake up, Uryuu."
"Why?"
"Breakfast."
"Edible?"
"Very."
"Hm," Ishida grunts as though he isn't sure about that. "Later."
"No, it's eggs, bacon, and toast. They won't taste good later." Grabbing a plate to hold in front of Ishida's nose, Ichigo wafts the delicious smell towards him as encouragement. "Get it while it's hot."
"That's what he said."
"What?"
Snorting at his own joke and the confusion it caused, Ishida smoothly rolls to a sitting position and scrutinizes the plate. He takes a slice of bacon and tilts his head back to fold an entire strip into his mouth at once. Ichigo's mouth falls open a little at the imagery. He watches Ishida break his fast with the slow grace of a cat while Ichigo absentmindedly munches his food. All the times they've eaten together, he's never seen Ishida do it quite like this. Even the way he sips his juice seems somehow…deliberate.
The reason becomes clear as soon as they finish: Ishida mutters a low, "Thanks for the meal," and pulls him forward by the front of his shirt to surprise him with a deep, savory kiss. Although he so recently got off to these kinds of thoughts—or maybe because of that—Ichigo's excitement sings in his blood so fast it makes his head spin. He doesn't resist when Ishida drags him to lie down on top of him.
"You're not mad about missing school?" he huffs as they separate to pull off their shirts. "It might look weird, us skipping on the same day."
"Don't care right now," comes the concise response. "Take off your pants."
Standing to comply with the breathless order, Ichigo openly ogles his boyfriend as he mirrors the action from the bed. The way Ishida rolls his hips to shimmy out of his tight jeans has Ichigo fumbling his zipper for a few precious seconds. He spares a few more wondering why this is suddenly fine when they have been trying not to give in to their urges since they agreed to get to know each other better first. But Ichigo would be lying if he said he wasn't damn sure he already knows Ishida pretty well. Still, he wants to be sure.
"Is this okay?"
Ichigo mentally winces at the question, wondering if it falls under the category of 'sounding needy' that Ishida snapped at him about when they kissed in his apartment. Before he can try to take it back, Ishida rolls to switch their positions. Ishida braces over him, close enough that his hair tickles along Ichigo's cheek, close enough that their noses graze. He looks straight into Ichigo's eyes and purrs a set of questions that Ichigo answers with short hums.
"Your father is at work? Your sisters are at school? We're alone for a while?" All contingents confirmed, Ishida smiles. "Want to try something new?"
"Absolutely."
"Good. First, it's my turn to shower."
"What? No, wait!" Ichigo tries to catch him but Ishida is up and out of the room like a shot. He follows him down the hall in time to have the bathroom door shut in front of him. "You don't need to shower, I don't mind! You smell fine."
"It's not about smell," Ishida returns over the sudden spray of water. "You'll understand in a few minutes."
He likes the sound of that, even if the thought of waiting is far from ideal. Either way the choice is out of his hands now. In the meantime, he cleans up the dishes from breakfast and sets his phone to charge. He's in the middle of checking his e-mail when Ishida walks back in and hugs him from behind, water-warm and soap-scented. Ichigo grins, dropping his cell to turn around and accept the kiss Ishida initiates.
There doesn't seem to be an ounce of hesitation in the way he grabs the waistline of Ichigo's boxers and yanks them down to pool around his ankles. Those slim hands lock onto either side of his hips and guide him to sit on the bed as Ishida lowers to the floor. This is looking a lot like it could potentially become what Ichigo momentarily mistook last night and—Sure enough, Ishida is blithely licking the edge of his erection.
"Wait wait wait," Ichigo rambles in mild panic, grasping Ishida's shoulders to emphasize his words. He looks up with blatant bewilderment, understandably. "I want you to, Uryuu—holy fuck do I want it—but I want to do you first."
"Why?"
"Because for one, I woke up hard this morning while holding you so I already, uh…took care of that." Ishida cracks a smirk at Ichigo's light blush. "And it's only fair that we make it even and, um. Well, you know what I mean."
"Not really."
"Anyway, I'll be more focused and learn faster if I didn't just come."
"That, at least, I can agree with."
"Okay. Good." Nodding as the compromise is struck, he pulls Ishida to sit beside him and takes a steadying breath. "Not to mention I've been fantasizing about going down on you since I read that story in your notebook."
"You've been very patient," Ishida murmurs as he leans in to seal their lips. His hands rise to cup Ichigo's face as he deepens the kiss, reminding him of his tongue's dexterity. He pulls away too soon. "There's our lingual warm-up."
"How should I start?"
"Do whatever feels natural and I'll guide you along the way." At Ichigo's uncertain frown, he adds, "It's easier than you think. Remember how fast I lost it after the soccer match, with just your hands?"
The memory heats his blood and helps soothe his anxiety. Since hesitance is not in his nature, Ichigo checks his resolve and goes for it. He pushes Ishida to lean back against the wall, propped on a pillow, and starts a slow trail of kisses from mouth to navel. Shifting underwear from hips, his heart giddily stutters to see how much this is already affecting Ishida. Fingers close around and gently tug. He nudges his tongue against the belly button right above where Ishida actually wants it, winning a short moan for the tease.
Emboldened by the sound, Ichigo stops pumping but keeps the grip to hold him steady. He thinks about what he wanted to do in the locker room before Ishida stopped him. Imagines what he would want to feel in this situation. Part of him wants to take it all at once and shock the hell out of Ishida, but his better judgment tells him that would be a mistake. Ishida is quiet except for his quickened breathing. He's prepared to let Ichigo figure it out for himself rather than give him a step-by-step tutorial. Something about this deference has Ichigo all the more eager to blow his mind.
"No teeth, right?" he glances at Ishida to joke.
"Definitely not." Ichigo makes him show his teeth instead, bright on a bitten lip as he flicks his tongue against the head. He feels Ishida's thighs tense under his hands as he hisses. "N-not so much so fast. Unless you want to end this soon."
Ichigo instantly decides that he really doesn't, so he backs off that sensitive area for now. Slowly making his way down, he tests and tries while watching Ishida for signs of discomfort or pleasure. Some things he does cause little groans or encouraging words. A few get shallow winces. Others have no effect at all. It's tricky and Ichigo thinks he's doing a decent job, but he wants to be amazing.
"Tell me, Uryuu."
"What you're doing is fi—"
"Fuck that," he snaps and pushes up to get closer. "I want to see you squirming and gasping. I want you so lost in it that you can't speak in anything other than breathless fragments, damn it! Tell me how to ruin you."
"I think you just did," Ishida mutters more to himself. At Ichigo's warning glare, he relents, "All right, all right! The simple answer is: less licking and more sucking."
"I like hearing you say 'sucking'," Ichigo grins and scoots back down to do as instructed.
"That's good," he sighs and lets his head fall against the wall. "As much as you can, slowly. Use your tongue. Roll it, like you're eating an ice cream co—Oh! God, yes…That's good. Mnn. And. And you can use your hand to. To carefully palm my—Ahhn!"
It fits so neatly in his hand. Ichigo smoothes a thumb across it as he takes more of Ishida's cock into his mouth. Fascinated by the flavor as much as the jumping pulse he feels against his tongue, Ichigo almost doesn't notice how much this is turning him on, too. One of Ishida's hands digs into the blanket while the other combs and clings loosely to Ichigo's hair. He likes the light tug and trace of his fingers there, emphasizing what Ishida's low voice is asserting. The same message his arching body is spelling out for Ichigo so clearly.
"That's more like it," Ichigo pauses to praise. Ishida opens glossy eyes and peers at him with grateful wonder. "I just need a moment so I won't…"
They glance down at Ichigo's straining erection at the same time. He dons a sheepish smile at Ishida's surprise.
"I'm close, too." Ishida leans forward to draw him in and murmur against his ear, "Let's do it at the same time. I want to come with you in my mouth."
Ichigo shivers at the imagery as well as the shockingly sultry words. Speechless, he can only nod eagerly in agreement. They take a long moment to kiss and touch, cooling off while keeping warm. Then Ishida lies on his side bent at the knees and waits for Ichigo to mirror him in the reverse. He already knows this isn't going to last long. The second Ishida touches his dick a sharp pressure tightens at the base of his spine as pleasure ricochets through his entire body. He moans around the length between his lips and starts sucking like their lives depend on it.
Ishida swallows him down in one careful motion. He even has the foresight to hold onto Ichigo's hip with a grip firm enough to keep a compulsive thrust under control. Ichigo's eyes nearly cross before they shut on their own and refuse to open again. He can't filter the enthusiastic noises he's making, the same ones he hears coming from Ishida. It's absolute chaos, complete sensory overload. They've fought and won dozens of battles, large and small, but all of them combined couldn't create this kind of wild elation.
Twenty minutes later they are cleaned up, fully-dressed, and parked on the sofa downstairs watching daytime TV. Ishida is fighting a bad case of the giggles while Ichigo cracks jokes about the awful soap opera they're not really paying attention to. Then he compares Ishida to the melodramatic male lead perpetually trapped in ridiculous situations due to his nerdiness. Ishida lobs a pillow at his head and Ichigo just about dies laughing at the look on his face when the projectile is returned. Glasses skewed from the impact, Ishida snatches them off to set on a side table before attacking Ichigo, defenseless with mirth.
They wind up sprawled on the floor, dizzy from the fight and unavoidable chuckles. Ishida is propped against the couch straightening his hair and Ichigo inches closer to rest his head on the boy's lap. His movements still the instant he registers what Ichigo has done. Waiting with bated breath for Ishida's reaction to the strangely intimate gesture, Ichigo sighs when he gets gentle fingers tracing across his scalp. It's more soothing than he wants to admit.
A truth finds Ichigo in this moment. Nothing earth-shattering or even unexpected, but it steals his breath nonetheless. It starts a chain reaction of sparks and pressure in his chest. Sets his mind racing through so many futures, searching for the one he needs to make happen. The one where he and Ishida never have to live apart or lose each other.
Seeming to sense Ichigo's sudden tension, Ishida's hand pauses to rest on his shoulder.
"What is it?" Sitting up, Ichigo meets his worried gaze with a serious expression, which further furrows Ishida's brow. "What's wrong, Ichigo?"
"Nothing's wrong, I just realized something."
"What?"
He reaches out to take Ishida's hand in his. Ichigo doesn't understand why he must hold something of his boyfriend while he says this, but it's somehow very important. Releasing a shaky breath, he searches for the right words.
"I don't like you. I thought I did, but I really don't." Ishida's face closes and Ichigo knows he sucks at expressing himself but damn is he stupid sometimes. Before it gets worse, he blurts out the rest, "I mean I don't just like you anymore: I think I love you. No, I definitely love you, Uryuu."
His mouth parts in surprise and he stares at Ichigo for a moment before attempting a reply, "I—"
"You don't have to say anything," he hastily adds. "I-if you don't feel the same, you don't have to say anything at all. I just wanted to say it once."
"Ichigo, that—"
"And it's not the sex! I mean it's not only the sex—which is fucking amazing don't get me wrong—but I would love you even if we could never be together like that. Plus, I know it's weird because we haven't even been dating that long but we've known each other so long. I'll say it again tomorrow after the effects wear off. Or the day after. I'll say it every day if you want me to, Uryuu. I'll—"
"Ichigo!" Clicking his jaw obediently shut, he waits for Ishida's response. "I believe you."
Whatever else he was about to add is halted by the sound of the front door opening and Karin announcing her arrival. Ichigo forgot she gets out of school early today because of an afternoon tournament. He starts to pull his hand from Ishida's, still keeping the boy's guidelines in mind, but he is held firm. Ichigo looks at him uncertainly but sees only determination in return.
Just as Karin walks into the living room, Ishida leans forward to whisper something in his ear before kissing him deliberately and in full view of Ichigo's sister.
"I don't like you anymore, either."
The warmest light pours into Ichigo and he raises a hand to smooth over Ishida's cheek. They don't part until Karin speaks in a bored tone.
"Ugh, guys come on. At least text me if you're going to be making out with Ishida-kun in the living room. No offense, but you're my brother, Ichigo, and I don't want to see that."
Brimming with happiness, Ichigo beams at her and asks, "So you'd want to see it if I wasn't your brother?"
She reddens and Ishida snickers.
"No! Shut up, you pervert," grumbles Karin as she passes them to go into the kitchen.
"I guess that means Karin thinks you're hot, Uryuu."
"She's not the only one, I hope."
"Definitely not," Ichigo murmurs as he leans in for another kiss.
Epilogue
"Are you nuts? I'm not doing that. You first!"
"I thought you said you wanted to act out some of my stories."
"I do," Ichigo glares at the object in Uryuu's hand, "Just not that one. Why can't we do a different one?"
"Because you chose last time and it's my turn." Rolling his eyes when Ichigo remains hesitant, Uryuu sets down the bottle of lube and rests comforting hands on his shoulders. "It's really not that difficult. If you let me take my time, it will be very pleasant for you. I know what I'm doing, Ichigo."
"Ugh, don't remind me."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Like I need to picture you doing this sort of stuff with other guys. I mean, of course I don't think less of you at all but I can't say it doesn't irk me that I didn't get there first." Ichigo sighs and runs a hand through his own hair. "Be the first one to explore those things with you. If only I had the guts to approach you sooner—"
"Ichigo."
"It eats at me sometimes, honestly. I should've—"
"Ichigo," he snaps to get his attention before the man builds up steam. "When did I say I was ever with anyone else?"
His face goes slack as he considers that. Ichigo wonders if this is a joke, except Uryuu doesn't have that mischievous gleam in his eyes when he's trying to be sly. It can't be true, though. Can it?
"Are you saying that you haven't...That you've never...?"
"Nope."
"But! But what about all your stories!? You—"
"Have an extensive knowledge of human anatomy and physiology, an overactive imagination, and years worth of naughty feelings about you." Uryuu holds a finger in front of his lips to silence what was going to become a flurry of stupid questions. "I told you on our first date, didn't I? I've always thought about you like that. To me, you were the only man in the world."
All conversation ceases in favor of rewarding that uncharacteristically romantic admission with a very satisfying make-out session. Ichigo starts to push off Uryuu's shirt, but his hands are halted before he can finish the job. He raises his eyebrows expectantly at Ichigo.
"What?" Groaning as Uryuu picks up the lube with a smirk, Ichigo resigns himself to his fate. "Fine, I'll do it. Only because I trust you and I know you'll do it better than me anyway."
"Glad you're seeing reason. Now take off your pants and relax."
Ichigo grumbles as he follows the request, hiding a giddy grin as he sinks to his knees.