Now I wanna make this clear for this chapter in case it gets a little confusing:

Ichigo writing.

Ichigo talking with sign language.

Thoughts.

Warnings: Some sexy time? Yes that sounds about right. Is this even a warning? First time writing this thing in English, I wish I could do better (It's not really explicit… If I were writing it in Spanish warnings would be fucking everywhere)

Update (24/10): Now this chapter is beta'd! Thank you yaoiloverXD for your wonderful work :D

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Ichigo's POV

Dinner was a complete disaster, for me at least. I was so nervous that I knocked my water glass down, got my shirt all wet and when I got up to go to the bathroom, I ran into a waiter and got spaghetti all over him. I tried apologizing by bowing my head repeatedly. I was never this clumsy. What was wrong with me?

I sighed heavily as we walked out of the restaurant. The food had been great and the topics Shiro chose for conversation were all but boring. If it hadn't been for that damn accident… I'm sure the waiter is still mad at me. Shiro laughed it off, telling me to stop beating myself over it. I looked at him and he gave me that bright grin of his that makes me want to melt in the spot. I felt like one of those school girls from teen's movies who are stupidly in love with the most popular guy of school.

"How does dessert sound?" He suddenly asked. I rolled my eyes and smiled. How could he be still hungry? "Oh, if ya' don't wanna any, I may eat it all by myself." I gave him a 'you are unbelievable' kind of look and he chuckled. "I'm sure the three chocolates cake I bought tastes heavenly. I think I have some vanilla ice cream too."

I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned. Oh c'mon! He knew I couldn't resist that delicious cake. Shiro rolled his eyes and laughed. "Fine, I'll give ya' some."

He started walking again and I stood there watching his back for a moment. Then I noticed how his outfit was contrary to mine; his shirt was black and the pants white. It came to me that we were so different yet so alike. When people say that opposites attract it may be true in our case. I slowly started walking behind him before looking up to the darkening sky. It looked as if it would rain at any second. I blinked when a raindrop fell on my cheek exactly at that moment. Aren't I a great weatherman?

"Ah shit! They didn't say it'd rain today!" Shiro yelled as he threw his coat over his head. "Let's go before it gets worse. Damn June's unpredictable storms!"

I nodded to him and pulled my coat over my head as well while we started to run when the rain started to pour down. We weren't the only ones who got surprised by the rain, because as we ran we saw more people taking out their umbrellas or running for cover like ourselves. It took us ten minutes of sprinting to finally get to Shiro's flat and we were already soaked to the bones by the time we got there. We quickly got inside and I only noticed then that I was shaking like a leaf. The rain was so fucking cold that it felt almost like ice drops.

Shiro took his shoes off and ran inside to get us some towels. I saw how he was leaving a trail of water behind him and wondered what was the point of taking his shoes off if he was going to get the floor wet anyway. I embraced myself with my arms trying to keep some heat, though it was almost an impossible task when being so cold and wet. Shirosaki came back some seconds later with a towel on his head and threw me the other one. I started by drying my hair off but my clothes were so soaked it wouldn't do much good.

"I guess it's better if we just take a shower and wear some dry clothes…" He sighed letting the towel drop to the floor with a soft thud. I lifted my gaze to look at him with a quirked eyebrow. "I don't want either of us to get sick. Let's take one together."

A shower… Together?!

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Ichigo slowly followed Shiro inside, still shaking. He wasn't sure if it was from the cold or from nervousness. There was something ridiculous about his thoughts. Why would he be so nervous of showering with a guy? It was something normal, right? Shiro had seen his scars already; there was nothing to worry about. It was just a shower with another man.

"But that man is Shiro!" He mentally reminded himself with a shake of his head. Getting nude in front of his crush on the first date wasn't exactly his plan nor Shiro's.

He had this mischievous grin on his face that Ichigo couldn't see. It couldn't have gone better if planned. Sure, the rain was an important factor he didn't count with (he had checked the weather news but they said nothing about rain) but now it was working to his benefit. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his normal demeanor. He didn't want to scare Ichigo off like last time…

They both entered the bathroom and Shiro announced that he would turn the water on. Meanwhile, Ichigo turned around and he slowly started undress himself. It was hard because they were almost attached to him like a second skin… and there was Shiro as well. A blush crept to his face and Ichigo tried shaking it off by rubbing his cheeks. He said to himself that he should stop acting like some stupid school girl. The orange haired turned to Shiro when he said the water was ready. He had to hold a gasp in when he saw Shiro in all his naked glory. Somehow, Ichigo kept a straight face and got into the shower like he normally would. It was hard, however; to ignore the Adonis who had entered before him.

"Ya're so tense Ichigo… Is somethin' wrong?" Shiro said in a low tone that made Ichigo tense even farther. "There's nothin' bad 'bout us showerin' together, right?"

Ichigo furiously shook his head, trying to hide the fact that, yes, there was something terribly wrong about this idea. Shiro rolled his eyes with a shrug and turned around to lower his head under the spray of hot water. When he turned around and opened his eyes a couple of seconds later, Ichigo was standing in the same spot with a spreading blush over his cheeks. The mute teen was watching him with a mixture of embarrassment and lust. He was biting his lip and had averted his eyes down the moment Shiro had turned around but it hadn't been fast enough. Now this was pretty interesting.

"Ichigo, " He calls in a really serious tone that completely caught Ichigo's attention. "Do you touch yourself?"

First he was thrown off by the serious tone Shiro was using and how his usual accent was gone but then his mind processed the question and it went haywire. He felt his face grow hotter by the seconds.

"What?!"

"It isn't a hard question, is it?" Shiro chuckled as Ichigo stared at him bewildered.

"I… sometimes?" Ichigo slowly answered his hands gestures almost vague.

"Ya're such a prude."

"Well, excuse me! It's not as if I've feel the need that often!" Ichigo angrily gestured, this time too fast for Shiro to understand.

"Ya're so easy to rile up, ya' know." Shirosaki snickered when Ichigo pushed him away. Before the Ichigo could retreat his hands, Shiro grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him over, his bodies flushing against each other. "Ya' ain't getting' any hot water on you. I don't want ya' to catch a cold."

Ichigo hid his face on Shiro's chest in embarrassment. Why did Shiro have to tease him about everything? He felt Shiro's hands free his wrists and then they started tracing the skin of his chest. Ichigo opened his mouth not to protest but to gasp. He lifted his head and glared at Shiro with widened eyes. He was shown a mischievous smirk and a hidden glint of something in his eyes that Ichigo couldn't pin-point at that moment and time. Shiro turned Ichigo over and before Ichigo could protest in his own way –which consisted in a well thrown punch to the gut; Shiro started scrubbing his back with his hands. It felt really… pleasant. In vain, Ichigo tried to get away when his body started to react against his wishes but then Shiro chuckled and held him.

"Why are ya' runnin' away?" He whispered close to Ichigo's ear. Shiro could feel the other shudder below his hands. "It's obvious ya' like this." The pale teen turned Ichigo around once again and drowned him in a gently kiss. Caramel eyes were staring into golden eyes with obvious surprise in them. What was there to be so surprised about? They were going out together, weren't they? Kissing shouldn't be strange. When Shiro bit Ichigo's lower lip and he gasped, Shiro used that opportunity to coax Ichigo's mouth open and then stroked his tongue with his own.

Shiro could obviously tell Ichigo was inexperienced but not to worry because as much as himself, Ichigo seemed to be a fast learner. He caught on to Shiro's movements pretty fast and successfully mimicked them. Eventually they had to part to get the much needed oxygen into their lungs. They stared at each other, panting heavily. Ichigo still seemed shocked over the sudden kiss but Shiro brought him back by nibbling slowly on the nape of his neck while his hands roamed over Ichigo's chest. The orange haired really wanted to ask what Shiro was doing, not being able to wholly comprehend why his body was reacting in such a way. Sure, he knew what pleasure was but it felt so intense compared to the few times he did it to himself. Shiro heard another gasp from Ichigo when one of his nails gently scrapped over a nipple. It wasn't yet close to what Shirosaki originally wanted to hear so he pushed Ichigo against the shower's wall –not roughly so; and lowered his head to lick the lush spot. This time he elicited a low hot moan from the orange haired and may the earth swallow him if he ever dares to say it wasn't hot. Golden eyes glared up to meet half-lidded caramel darkening ones. That sight went beyond his wildest fantasies. However, he had to remind himself that life had been rough with his lover and he had take things slowly. If Ichigo could talk he would know… Fingers caressing his scalp made him open his eyes which he didn't know he had closed. Ichigo was looking at him with more intensity than before but it seemed as if he was deep in thought for a second.

"Did I do somethin' wrong?" Ichigo immediately shook his head and smiled with his hands at both sides of Shiro's face. Ichigo hugged him by the neck, shocking the pale one momentarily. Shiro felt Ichigo's lips ghosting over the shell of his ear and he had to suppress a shudder. "What's it Ichigo?"

Ichigo hugged him tighter, his fingers entwining in the white hair. He wanted to do it so badly. To finally jump that mental barrier. Ichigo closed his eyes tight and tried to relax himself. He could hear Shiro calling him again, a tint of worry in his tone. Ichigo tried encouraging himself, telling to his mind that it wasn't so hard, that there was nothing to fear being alone with Shirosaki.

He blindly trusted him.

"Tha… thank y-you… Shiro…"

They stood there, completely still as those words sunk in for the both them. Shirosaki was surprised to hear that voice for the first time and Ichigo was surprised he managed to finally say something without choking or having a mental break down about it. His eyes were wide as much as were Shiro's. After eight years of silence… He had broken it. For Shiro. Ichigo would have cried at that precise instant if it weren't for his pride, but still he felt an indescribable happiness. It was as if his pain was suddenly being washed away altogether. No more words were needed as Shirosaki drowned him in another hot kiss, this time it felt like he was pouring all his feelings in it. Shiro was a guy of actions rather than words anyway. Ichigo drew in a shaky breath at the spike of heat that ran through him as Shiro pushed their groins together. They parted away after some seconds, panting.

"Ya' finally…"

"Hm…" Ichigo murmured in response.

"I feel so damn lucky," Shiro breathed out with a smirk. Ichigo chuckled between soft pants. "Do I sound weird if I say that I've longed to hear yer voice for some time now?" Ichigo thought that even if this was about himself, he felt the same way. Hearing his own voice was so alien to him, it was obviously deeper, though not excessively so, than when he was a kid but that was to be expected. "Quite a strange time to decide to say somethin', don't ya' think?" Shiro laughed making Ichigo blush again and receive a punch to the abdomen by him. Shiro apologized in a mocking tone and hugged Ichigo by the waist while kissing his cheek tenderly as an honest apology. They fell in a comfortable silence, both under the hot water spray as they felt their bodies relaxing… to some point. Except one part of their anatomy was being rebellious. "Is it ok if I touch ya'?"

"W-wha…ahh…" He had tried to protest, something extremely weird of him because until that day he hadn't been able to voice his thoughts, however; Shiro's lips being pressed against the juncture of his neck and shoulder prevented him from doing so. He stopped the train of his thoughts as the other nipped at the flesh making Ichigo automatically grip Shiro's arms to hold himself. The hot water falling over him was doing nothing to help him calm down, if any it was making it worse. The feel of Shiro's fingertips drawing soft patterns on his skin drew out a blissful sigh from him. When was the last time he felt such tender caresses from another human being? All he could remember was pain and hurt.

"I won't do anythin' ya' don't want, I promise." Shiro kissed the other's pink lips softly, a softness he wasn't used to show at all. For Ichigo, however; he was willing to make a huge exception. It didn't feel exactly unpleasant and Ichigo seemed to like it for the moment. Shiro slowly traced one of his hands down Ichigo's abdomen and took hold of his arousal, forcing a hoarse cry out of Ichigo. The pleasure on his face was enough to make Shiro feel fire surging through his blood.

Ichigo arched his back and tried to breathe through the heat and steam. His brain was starting to shut down. Shiro's hand moved faster on him, and he clutched Shiro's arms harder, feeling like he couldn't breathe. He felt the pleasure escalating quickly and then it stopped abruptly. Ichigo bit his lip to avoid a whining noise escaping from his throat. He heard Shiro chuckle and felt him nibble at his ear making him shudder.

"What is it, Ichigo?" Shiro murmured with a sultry tone as the fingers of his free hand flicked one of Ichigo's nipples. "It wouldn't be fun if it ended too quickly, right?"

Ichigo glared at him through half-lidded eyes and groaned. He tried bucking his hips to get some more of the delicious friction but Shiro responded by taking his hand away and smirking mischievously at him. After some seconds, Shiro started with the tortuous movements on his member again and Ichigo turned into a mess of groans and sighs. As Ichigo felt himself reaching his peak again, he was afraid Shirosaki would stop everything again but he did not. In the contrary, he doubled his previous rhythm. Ichigo tensed, his fingers gripping Shiro's arms even more tightly and his toes curling. It felt so good and he felt so close he didn't even pay attention to the moans that were slipping past his lips until he lost the connection between his body and mind for several seconds. When he was able to open his eyes again, he was met by a blindly bright white and it took him some time to recover his vision. If it weren't that Shiro was supporting him, he would have fallen to the floor under his shaking legs. Ichigo still felt dizzy but tried to throw Shiro and apologetic look for the mess he made in both of them. Shirosaki chuckled and kissed his forehead softly.

"I am to blame as well," Shiro said as if he had guessed what Ichigo was thinking. He grabbed the soap container and poured it on his hand to get clean while trying to support both of them. He had come at the same time Ichigo had, his face contorted in pure pleasure and a few pumps were enough to bring him over the edge.

"Shiro…?" The orange haired muttered quietly.

"Hm?"

They both stared at each other and Ichigo smiled. Shiro smiled back as he saw something shining in the caramel eyes.

"Yes, I love ya' too."