"You could always spend the night here," Ichigo suggested with what he hopped was an innocent smile on his face.

Toushiro hesitated, one eyebrow slightly raised. "I don't know, Ichigo..."

"Come on, Shiro, it's already so late."

Toushiro chewed the inside of his cheek, seeming to consider Ichigo's proposal. "I'm not sure. I don't think that I'm ready to... um-"

"Ready? Woah, no no no. That's not... I meant you could just sleep over. Nothing else. I promise."

Toushiro blushed faintly and turned away. "There's only one bed."

"I thought... oh. I can sleep on the couch." He tried not to sound as disappointed as he felt.

"I don't want to kick you out of your own bed, Ichigo."

"You're the guest, you should-"

"We'll share." The tips of Toushiro's ears had gone bright red. "I mean, if you want to."

"Yeah, that would be fine," he answered, grinning.

He found a Toushiro a toothbrush and sorted through his clothes for his smallest t-shirt and sweat pants. They would still swallow Toushiro, but it was better than sleeping in his jeans. Toushiro didn't even need the pants; the t-shirt ended up falling to his thighs and the sleeves grazed his elbows. It was adorable, but from the look on his face, Ichigo was sure that he'd be hurt if he said anything. It was probably too soon in their relationship to mention that he liked seeing Toushiro in his clothes.

Toushiro climbed under the sheets, stiffly pulling them up to his shoulders. Ichigo pecked him on the temple before reaching over to turn off his bedside lamp. He usually slept on his back, taking up as much of the bed as he could, but with Toushiro there; he had to lie on his side oddly aware of his breathing. He had been tired a few seconds before, but now he was wide awake. There was nothing sexual going on, but he was in bed with his boyfriend. He was elated, yet nervous. Toushiro was also on his side, his back facing Ichigo, but he could tell that he was tense. His shoulders held tightly, almost touching his ears.

"You okay, Shiro?" he asked softly. "Comfortable?"

"I'm fine."

Ichigo swallowed. "I guess a bed this size wasn't meant for sharing."

"It's fine."

"You sure? You seem a little tense."

Toushiro sighed softly. "I may be a little...uneasy."

"Why?"

Toushiro rolled over to face him. "I'll give you one guess."

Ichigo chuckled softly. "Fair enough." He took a deep breath through his nose. He could smell the toothpaste on Toushiro's breath. "It doesn't have to be awkward, if we don't make it."

Toushiro shook his head, his hair making a rustling sound against the pillowcase. "Sorry, I don't mean to make this so uncomfortable."

Ichigo cocked his head. Maybe this was too soon for them to be sharing a bed; they'd only been dating a few months. Sure they'd held hands, cuddled while watching movies, and even kissed, but maybe he'd been a bit too presumptuous in asking Toushiro to spend the night. His stomach tightened and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. "It's okay. I'll move to the couch if-"

"No." Toushiro shook his head.

Ichigo froze unsure of what to do, then Toushiro scooted closer until he was pressing his face against Ichigo's chest. Ichigo jumped slightly as Toushiro's hair tickled his chin, but then he felt the tightness in his stomach loosen. He adjusted his position and wound an arm around Toushiro's waist.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

Toushiro nodded and they both lay still for a while. Electricity was almost buzzing between the two of them. He swallowed thickly, trying to make himself calm down.

"Your heart is beating rather quickly," Toushiro mumbled.

"I... uh... yeah."

Toushiro chuckled softly. "Somehow I don't think we'll be getting to sleep any time soon."

"I guess not."

Toushiro sighed and sat up. Ichigo followed. "Maybe this was a bad idea?" he suggested.

Toushiro shook his head. "We're just being immature about it."

"Are you sure you don't want me to go to the couch?"

"I'm sure." He hesitated for a bit then snuggled back into the covers once again, giving Ichigo his back. "It's just like cuddling," he muttered more to himself than Ichigo. He reached behind him to grab Ichigo's hand and pull it around his shoulders, clasping it to his chest.

Okay, so they were doing this. Ichigo shuffled closer until his chest was firmly pressed to Toushiro's back and curled around him. Toushiro wiggled a bit, trying to get comfortable before settling and smoothing his fingers across Ichigo's knuckles. Ichigo's heart was still thudding heavily, but he buried his nose into Toushiro's hair and breathed deeply. It was just like cuddling, but spooning. He'd been imagining this for months; the way Toushiro felt against him, tiny –almost delicate – but covered in wiry muscle. He grinned and adjusted his legs, running his toe along the underside of Toushiro's foot. Toushiro twitched and elbowed him lightly in the ribs.

"Go to sleep, idiot."

Ichigo chuckled, feeling all the tension in his body ebb away and tiredness replace it. He stifled a yawn in Toushiro's hair and nuzzled the back of his neck.

"Night, Shiro."

"Night."

Ichigo grinned, knowing that the best part of this would be waking up with Toushiro in his arms the next morning. (However, the next morning Toushiro woke up at the crack of dawn to get to work on time and managed to knee Ichigo in the stomach while trying to climb over him to get off the bed.)

Thanks to Geishaaa for donating this prompt :)

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