19: 143
31-days.
title: The Interwebs are Serious Business
fandom: Naruto
pairing: Ichigo/Ishida
warnings: My first attempt at Ichi/Ishi, and probably my last. cybersex, stopping short.
Ichigo plopped down into his seat, brushing some stray locks out of his eyes. He signed on, and briefly scanned his buddy list before opening his web browser. If they really wanted to, they could IM him.
After a second, someone did.
4rch3r: ichigo.
Ichigo frowned slightly. How the hell had this bastard gotten his screen name? And did he have to make it so painfully obvious who he was?
gtfoberry: What do you want?
4rch3r: do you have the homework for algebra.
It wasn’t quite like Ishida to forget something like that. Ichigo wondered if it would be too obvious that he was being an asshole of he told Ishida that he had no clue. Then he wondered when it had become a bad thing to be an asshole to Ishida.
gtfoberry: Dunno. Maybe if you’ve got something I want
There was no chance of there being a single damn that that Ishida could give to him, so Ichigo felt confident that it was the end of the conversation. Anyway, if he had gotten a hold of Ichigo’s screen name, he probably had Orihime’s. She’d be far more willing to help him out and she probably had the homework. He closed the window.
A few seconds later, it popped up again.
4rch3r: so you’re finally admitting it.
What the hell was this guy talking about? Couldn’t he get it through his thick head that Ichigo didn’t want to talk to him?!
gtfoberry: WTF are you talking about???
4rch3r: even from here, you reek of denial.
gtfoberry: LOOK WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING ON ABOUT. I DONT HAVE THE FUCKING HOMEWORK
4rch3r: someone is avoiding the subject.
He glared at the glowing screen. What subject exactly was he avoiding? From what it sounded like, Ishida was implying that...no. No way in hell. Ishida wasn’t that misguided.
gtfoberry: ARE YOU SAYING I WANT TO DO YOU
Ishida responded entirely too quickly.
4rch3r: yes.
Sometimes Ichigo was just too rash.
gtfoberry: LIKE HELL. You couldn’t do a damn thing to get me up if you tried
4rch3r: that sounds a lot like a challenge, kurosaki.
NO. No, it most certainly was not. At least Ishida was doing this on the internet rather than face to face. There was absolutely no way that Ishida could meet that challenge (which it wasn’t; Ishida was as attractive a sword to the side) online.
4rch3r: you like to be kissed roughly, don’t you. i’m sitting on your knees, and those are my teeth pulling at your lips.
Oh, damn imagination. Damn, damn, damn. Ichigo wriggled a little in his seat and too late he realized that he should’ve cut this off immediately. Ishida was moving on.
4rch3r: my hands underneath your t-shirt. your nipples, they react quick. you’re trying too hard not to moan, kurosaki. let it out.
Ichigo kept his hands gripping the armrest of his chair, daring them to go against his will. He gave up on trying to come with a response. Basically, his brain was at the Does Not Compute stage, while other parts were not.
4rch3r: is that an erection. hm. are you thinking you want me to take it in my mouth.
4rch3r: deep. i’ll bite down. but after you’ve swallowed.
Ichigo was doing some deep breathing exercises. Or some version of them, anyway. He glanced behind him quickly to make sure his father wasn’t peeking inside and getting way too much entertainment out of it. When he turned back to face the screen, Ishida had sent another message.
4rch3r: too hard for you to type. i see. i’ll leave you and your hand to your own devices, then.
4rch3r signed off.
Ichigo was gaping at the screen. How could you just...stop?! No, no, no. Ishida was so much more of a dick than Ichigo had previously thought.
And maybe, just maybe, slightly more attractive than Ichigo had previously thought (but only slightly more than a sword in the side). Ichigo was, perhaps, a little masochistic. Maybe.
He growled, signed off, and slunk off into the bathroom.
Ichigo was gonna get even...later.
title: The Interwebs are Serious Business
fandom: Naruto
pairing: Ichigo/Ishida
warnings: My first attempt at Ichi/Ishi, and probably my last. cybersex, stopping short.
Ichigo plopped down into his seat, brushing some stray locks out of his eyes. He signed on, and briefly scanned his buddy list before opening his web browser. If they really wanted to, they could IM him.
After a second, someone did.
4rch3r: ichigo.
Ichigo frowned slightly. How the hell had this bastard gotten his screen name? And did he have to make it so painfully obvious who he was?
gtfoberry: What do you want?
4rch3r: do you have the homework for algebra.
It wasn’t quite like Ishida to forget something like that. Ichigo wondered if it would be too obvious that he was being an asshole of he told Ishida that he had no clue. Then he wondered when it had become a bad thing to be an asshole to Ishida.
gtfoberry: Dunno. Maybe if you’ve got something I want
There was no chance of there being a single damn that that Ishida could give to him, so Ichigo felt confident that it was the end of the conversation. Anyway, if he had gotten a hold of Ichigo’s screen name, he probably had Orihime’s. She’d be far more willing to help him out and she probably had the homework. He closed the window.
A few seconds later, it popped up again.
4rch3r: so you’re finally admitting it.
What the hell was this guy talking about? Couldn’t he get it through his thick head that Ichigo didn’t want to talk to him?!
gtfoberry: WTF are you talking about???
4rch3r: even from here, you reek of denial.
gtfoberry: LOOK WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING ON ABOUT. I DONT HAVE THE FUCKING HOMEWORK
4rch3r: someone is avoiding the subject.
He glared at the glowing screen. What subject exactly was he avoiding? From what it sounded like, Ishida was implying that...no. No way in hell. Ishida wasn’t that misguided.
gtfoberry: ARE YOU SAYING I WANT TO DO YOU
Ishida responded entirely too quickly.
4rch3r: yes.
Sometimes Ichigo was just too rash.
gtfoberry: LIKE HELL. You couldn’t do a damn thing to get me up if you tried
4rch3r: that sounds a lot like a challenge, kurosaki.
NO. No, it most certainly was not. At least Ishida was doing this on the internet rather than face to face. There was absolutely no way that Ishida could meet that challenge (which it wasn’t; Ishida was as attractive a sword to the side) online.
4rch3r: you like to be kissed roughly, don’t you. i’m sitting on your knees, and those are my teeth pulling at your lips.
Oh, damn imagination. Damn, damn, damn. Ichigo wriggled a little in his seat and too late he realized that he should’ve cut this off immediately. Ishida was moving on.
4rch3r: my hands underneath your t-shirt. your nipples, they react quick. you’re trying too hard not to moan, kurosaki. let it out.
Ichigo kept his hands gripping the armrest of his chair, daring them to go against his will. He gave up on trying to come with a response. Basically, his brain was at the Does Not Compute stage, while other parts were not.
4rch3r: is that an erection. hm. are you thinking you want me to take it in my mouth.
4rch3r: deep. i’ll bite down. but after you’ve swallowed.
Ichigo was doing some deep breathing exercises. Or some version of them, anyway. He glanced behind him quickly to make sure his father wasn’t peeking inside and getting way too much entertainment out of it. When he turned back to face the screen, Ishida had sent another message.
4rch3r: too hard for you to type. i see. i’ll leave you and your hand to your own devices, then.
4rch3r signed off.
Ichigo was gaping at the screen. How could you just...stop?! No, no, no. Ishida was so much more of a dick than Ichigo had previously thought.
And maybe, just maybe, slightly more attractive than Ichigo had previously thought (but only slightly more than a sword in the side). Ichigo was, perhaps, a little masochistic. Maybe.
He growled, signed off, and slunk off into the bathroom.
Ichigo was gonna get even...later.