Everything I Try to Do, Nothing Ever Seems to Turn Out Right (fanfiction-Bleach)
Title: Everything I Try to Do, Nothing Ever Seems to Turn Out Right
Author: slash4femme
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing/Category:Urahara/Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warning:sex, clothing kink, hair pulling, a tiny bit of angst, swearing.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I do not make money off of doing this. The only thing I'm getting out of this is pure unadulterated creative enjoyment and less hours for me to spend doing my real work.
Summary: Ichigo likes Urahara in modern clothes. A lot.
Author Note: Not beta'd, sorry guys.
I.
Ichigo has this thing for Urahara in modern clothing.
He discovers it late one afternoon after spending the day painting the shouten. It had been an activity that evidently took a rather large group of people to accomplish since the entire inhabitance of the shouten, plus Ichigo, Chad and Uryuu had been recruited. Not that Ichigo minded much, school was winding down and he’d found he liked meaningless repetitive jobs. Before the war he’d never been able to stand them but now he found it soothing. He’d taken a bucket of paint and a brush and spent a rather relaxing day working his way through two rooms. He’d been interrupted only when Tessai had brought around lunch and when Jinta had gotten a little over enthusiastic with his bucket of paint. Which was how both Urahara and Uryuu had ended up drenched in off-white primer.
“You look ridiculous.” Ichigo tells him as Urahara drips paint past the room the younger man is painting on his way to his bedroom. Ichigo shakes his head to himself and doesn’t think of it again until dinner time.
He emerges from the room he’d just finished up about an hour later into the kitchen where Tessai is cooking dinner. There he finds Urahara leaning against a counter, talking to Chad, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. It’s completely ordinary but it stops Ichigo dead in is tracks standing there in the kitchen doorway. Urahara’s hair is still a little wet, damp curls sticking to his forehead and the side of his face. He’s not wearing his hat that having gotten paint on it too and Ichigo realizes it’s been a long time since he’s really seen the other man’s eyes. Uryuu says something that Ichigo can’t really hear around the stunned buzzing in his ears. Urahara turns a little, flashing a smile at the younger man who’s having his hair toweled off by Chad, wearing clothes that are a touch too big for him, and Ichigo thinks distantly that he’s never thought to use the word pretty to describe Urahara before. Actually never in a thousand years would he have ever thought to call the other man pretty even inside his own head. Urahara is though, all slim hips, pale soft skin, big green-gray eyes and thick blond curls. Yeah, Urahara Kisuke is definitely pretty. Urahara’s t-shirt is pale blue and rumbled and Ichigo’s hands itch to go over there and smooth it down. A couple years ago it might of unnerved him, but right this minute it doesn’t confuse Ichigo this sudden realization that he finds Urahara really very attractive. because he likes the other man, always has, always has been able to feel at ease with Urahara like he doesn’t need to worry about being perfect around the other man.
“come on Ichigo, let’s eat.” Urahara waves at him from the table and Ichigo shakes himself and crosses the room to join the rest of them.
II.
He finds his attraction to Urahara is easier to deal with when being around the man does not reduce his brain to mush. Most of the time it doesn’t, most of the time their relationship is as normal as it ever was and Ichigo’s less then platonic feelings simmer underneath the surface. He spends more of the time with Urahara, helping out around the shouten or just lounging around. He argues with Jinta, which seems to make the boy incredibly happy for some reason Ichigo can’t figure out. He allows Ururu to teach him how to cook. He rearranges the whole front room because he points out to Urahara the way it had been before was not only confusing for anyone who might wander in but also outright stupid.
They get along surprisingly well, Urahara is much quieter and more subdued these days, and there are days when he seems down right sad. Ichigo doesn’t know if Urahara has stopped pretending to be constantly cheerful around Ichigo because he trust the younger man more or because he simply can’t pretend any longer. Ichigo really, really hopes it’s the first. He makes Urahara tea on the days when he seems sad and sits next to him out in the garden and they don’t say anything but Ichigo’s ok with that.
He’s ok with it all really, yeah sure there was a slight amount of shock involved when he first realized that he was attracted to the other man. He’d known for a long, long time though that he was attracted to guys and he’d known for a while that his chances of ending up with anyone who wasn’t a shinigami where pretty slim to non-existent. Besides he could do a lot worse then Urahara.
“Urahara where the hell does this thing go-” Ichigo trails of standing in the doorway to the kitchen and just stares.
Urahara looks up from where he’s been sitting at the table reading the newspaper. “yes?”
The newspaper is spread out all over the table, but that’s not what Ichigo is looking at instead his eyes are trained on Urahara’s face and the fact that the other man is wearing glasses. Wearing Ichigo’s glasses.
“You’re wearing my glasses.” Ichigo says because it’s the only thing going through his head at the moment.
Urahara actually looks sheepish, “well you see I’ve been getting these headaches and I was wondering if they could be because my eyes site is going, you know with age and all. And you left your glasses on the table this morning so I thought-”
He doesn’t actually get to finish the sentence because Ichigo is moving across the room. He plucks his glasses from Urahara’s face, cups the other man’s chin and kisses him without giving either one of them the chance to think about it. Urahara makes a muffled noise into the kiss and Ichigo lets his eyes fall shut, slides his tongue against Urahara’s lips, right before the other man pushes him away hard.
“Ichigo.” Urahara’s voice is very soft, very controlled but there is definitely an edge there Ichigo has never heard directed at him, “What the hell do you think your doing?”
Ichigo licks his lips and takes a moment to realizes how rare it is to hear Urahara swear and how that may be just as big a turn on for him as seeing Urahara in modern clothes. “umm kissing you?” He tries and if anything Urahara frowns more but there is also a flush across both of his pale cheeks.
“Ichigo no-”
“I get it, my mistake” Ichigo holds up one hand and he can feel himself start to blush, and damn it this is not the way it’s supposed to go. “can we just pretend this never happened?”
“Ichigo.” Urahara is biting at his lower lip and if anything looks even more miserable now, “I hadn’t realized you felt that way about me. Which was stupid of me seeing that you’re anything but subtle-”
“Geeze, thanks.” Ichigo crosses his arms over his chest, he’s pretty sure his face is still bright red but on the other hand his sense of panic and totally humiliation is being slowly over ridden by his irritation. Urahara might be brilliant, a good person, and sexy as fuck, but he was also damn annoying pretty much constantly and particularly when he rambled.
Urahara props his elbow on the table and cups his chin in his hand watching Ichigo as if he were a particularly interested experiment. “So what do you want Ichigo, do you want sex, do you want a relationship?”
“damn it, I don’t know.” Ichigo runs his fingers through his hair suddenly unable to look at the other man he stares at the floor instead, “just forget it, ok?”
Urahara makes a noise in the back of his throat and Ichigo snatches his glasses from off the table and gets the hell out of there.
III.
For the next two weeks Ichigo out right avoided going anywhere the shouten. He goes to school and tries to be happy about finishing up his senior year. He hangs out with his friends helps his sisters around the clinic and the house. He does not think about Urahara, does not think about how much he’d screwed up.
“Ichigo.”
Ichigo’s head snaps up at the sound of his name and oh his name said by Urahara should not make him feel like he’s just swallowed his own tongue. He’d been on his way home from school, feeling a dull mixture of sadness and anger, which was pretty much his constant state of being for the last two weeks. Seeing Urahara there in front of him, blocking his way, Ichigo immediately spins on his heel and heads back the way he came.
“Ichigo wait!” Ichigo doesn’t stop but he does slow down enough for Urahara to catch up. “we need to talk.”
Ichigo grinds his teeth. “I don’t feel like it right now, besides I told you to forget it.”
“Ichigo please.” Urahara reaches out and for a heart stopping moment Ichigo thinks the other man might actually grab him and then his hand drops, “lets not do this on the street.” Urahara says instead tone almost pleading, “come back to the shouten with me?”
Ichigo glares at him but then shrugs. It looks like he’s not going to be able to get out of this one. Like Urahara had said he really doesn’t want to get chewed out by the other man over his inappropriate behavior on the street where anyone could walk by. Luckily the walk to the shouten is a short one and Ichigo spends most of it glaring at the sidewalk and trying hard to completely ignore the other man.
Without speaking Urahara leads the way through the front part of the shop and into the back to the kitchen. Once there, he collapses down next to the kitchen table folding his leg under himself and taking off his hat. He leans both elbows on the table cupping his face in his hands and watches Ichigo who still stands awkwardly by the door.
“I’m an idiot.” Urahara announces pushing his hair back from his face and Ichigo notices he’s started chewing at his lip again. Ichigo stares at him and Urahara finally looks, “please come and sit down.”
Ichigo inches across the space and sits down at the opposite end of the table. He looks at his hands for a moment and then places them on top of the table and braids his fingers together. “What do you mean ‘you’re an idiot’?”
“for not trusting you.” Urahara sighs and looks up at the ceiling for a moment and when he looks back at Ichigo he’s smiling apologetically, “I’m really bad at this you know. I’m horrible at telling when someone likes me or when I like someone, mostly in the past people have had to really hit me upside the head with it, for me even to notice,” He winces a little, “sometimes literally. It’s just I’m great with science but people,” He spreads his hand a little in a helpless gesture. “so I’m sorry about that, but also, these last two weeks well,” He runs his fingers back through his hair again, “For a while I was caught up on the age difference, how young you are.” Ichigo stiffens at that, not at all what he wants to here. Too young was not the way he wanted to be thought of by anyone least of all Urahara. “Then it occurred to me that that wasn’t fair. You’re a shinigami, at this point of Captain level skill. You’ve done things most shinigami never have to do, made choices, and been through more. I’ve relied on you, we’ve all relied on you to do the right thing when none of us could. So to think that you can’t decide who you want and when you’re ready for that is pretty stupid of me and doesn’t say a lot of my opinion of you.” Urahara’s gaze had been fixed on the table as all of his speech seemed to come out in long rush. Finally he stops, still staring at the table and slowly looks up at Ichigo. Ichigo sucks in a sharp breath because Urahara’s eyes are so unguarded and Ichigo can see that he meant it, all of it. “I’m sorry.”
Urahara says and Ichigo reaches out almost blindly across the table and stops just short of touching the other man’s hands.
“It’s ok.” He swallows and manages a shaking smile, “I think I can forgive you.”
“Good.” Urahara smiles at him and then looks back down at the table where their hands hover almost touching. After a moment and reaches out and covers Ichigo’s hand with his.
“So umm.” Ichigo suddenly can’t look away from their hands and is having a decidedly hard time breathing, much less thinking. “umm are you still mad at me? About the whole kissing thing?” He wishes the last part hadn’t come out in almost a whisper. Urahara closes his eyes again his face taking on that almost pained look before he nods.
“I’m not mad about the kiss Ichigo, I’m sorry I yelled at you I shouldn’t have.”
“It’s ok.” Ichigo cautiously turns his hand over so their hands lie palm to palm, “I think I can take it.”
“I-” Urahara seems almost nervous and that’s so weird and out of character for him. Ichigo can’t help but think it’s kind of endearing though. “I would like to kiss you again.”
Ichigo blinks and then blinks again as the enormity of what the other man has just asked hits him like a truck. “uhh . . .” Urahara just sits there biting his lip a little and Ichigo realizes he’s actually waiting for permission, “yeah.” He swallows hard, “yeah I’d like that.”
Urahara leans forward and takes Ichigo’s chin in his hands and kisses him soft and light both of them leaning over the kitchen table. Ichigo pulls always first, stands up ignoring the confused and worried look Urahara gives him. He walks around the table and grabs the front of Urahara’s shirt and kisses him hard. Ichigo runs his tongue against the other man’s lips again and this time Urahara doesn’t push him away. This time the other man’s arms come around his waist, pull him down into Urahara’s lap, this time the other man’s mouth opens under him, sweet and hesitant and willing. They pull apart only briefly to breathe and kiss again. Finally when they draw back it’s slowly and not very far, still close enough that their foreheads and noses touch. Ichigo lets his fingers wander across the part of Urahara’s chest that isn’t covered by his shirt and watches the other man’s long eyelashes flutter.
“What-” Urahara starts and Ichigo runs his hand across the other man’s chest again this time with addition of his nails against soft skin and is pleasantly surprised when Urahara’s voice actually stutters. “what made you kiss me that first time?”
Urahara’s eyes open and Ichigo looks down caught by the contrast of his hand against the other man’s pale skin. “you were wearing my glasses.” Ichigo bites his lip, his cheeks suddenly heating and for the first time in his life he feels down right kinky and slightly perverted, “I like it when you wear normal clothes.” The last part comes out in almost a whisper and he looks away.
“Do you?” Urahara’s hand grips his chin turning Ichigo to face him and his voice is tinted with something Ichigo has never heard there before, something he can’t quite place. Urahara kisses him open mouthed and searching and Ichigo lets himself go pliant against the other man. Lets him tangle his fingers in Ichigo’s hair, while keeping one hand around his waist holding their bodies pressed together.
“yeah” Ichigo pulls away more then a little breathless, “yeah I do.” Urahara bites at the younger man’s bottom lip, worries it gently between his teeth, and Ichigo feels a pulse of raw pleasure go through him so hard he vibrates and clutches at the other man’s shoulders. After a few minutes though Urahara scoots the younger man off his lap and stand taking Ichigo’s hand and pretty much drags him out of the kitchen and through to Urahara’s bedroom. He pushes Ichigo down onto his futon and starts to undue the younger man’s belt.
“I would have just done this in the kitchen but I couldn’t guarantee we wouldn’t be walked in on there and I doubt you would have enjoyed that.” Urahara tells him and Ichigo’s brain is still trying to catch up with the
hey in Urahara’s room. He’s taking my pants off. Holy Fuck! He’s taking my pants off!
“Kisuke” Ichigo groans and the other man’s head snaps up at that and he stares at Ichigo wide-eyed.
“Say that again.”
“What?” Ichigo reaches forward and tangles his fingers in blond hair, “Your name?” Urahara swallows visibly and Ichigo leans forward and kisses him, as the older man’s hand slides into his pants “God, Kisuke!”
Urahara makes a noise somewhere between a whimper and a growl and then Ichigo’s pants are being unceremoniously dragged off his body. Urahara kisses up the side of one thigh and Ichigo collapses backwards on the bed biting down on one fist to keep from crying out. This is going to be fast, he can’t control himself with Urahara right there, between his legs touching him like that, looking at him like that. Urahara licks up his cock before taking the head into his mouth and Ichigo lets out a string of curses his voice wobbling and cracking and fuck it he doesn’t even care anymore. Urahara’s mouth his hot and wet, slick and so very good. The other man sucks him, tongue flicking against the underside of his cock, flicking at the head as Urahara draws back. Ichigo sits up, hands going one to the older man’s shoulder the other to his soft hair. Urahara’s hands on his thighs spreads his legs wider even as the other man’s mouth begins working at him in earnest. Ichigo’s hand clutches convulsively at the other man’s hair, pulling a little more then he meant to and Urahara groans. Some part of Ichigo’s mind vaguely register this and he pulls at Urahara’s hair again, the other man’s back arches and he takes Ichigo even deeper into his throat swallowing around him. Ichigo’s head slams back and he comes with a silent scream, thighs and stomach muscles tensing and convulsing. Urahara lets him go gently and then crawls onto the bed to lie beside him and Ichigo pants for a few moments before rolling over to face the other man.
“What about you?” He reaches for Urahara’s waistband and the other man doesn’t stop him but he does shake his head.
“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”
Ichigo still frowns though and slips his hands into the other man’s pants before stopping and looking up at him suddenly wide-eyed, “you came.”
Urahara blushes again and Ichigo is almost derailed by that sight alone. “It’s been a while since did anything even remotely sexual with anyone.” He looks down and Ichigo pushes him over on the bed and kisses him hard. They kiss again this time pulling part when Ichigo unexpectedly yawns. Urahara laughs a little and presses his face into the curve of the younger man’s neck. “Why don’t you rest for a while, and I’ll clean up and make dinner?”
“I’ve got to go home sometime too.” Ichigo points out even as he flops over and makes a half hearted grab for Urahara. The other man nods and slides off the bed, heading for what Ichigo guesses is the bathroom, humming a little bit as he goes. Ichigo wishes Urahara was there to curl up with him but he consoles himself with the thought that the other man will be there when he wakes up.
He does wakes up to hands stroking through his hair and he tries to bat them away but to no avail and when he opens his eyes he sees Urahara sitting next to him on the futon smiling at him. The older man is dressed in jeans and a pale green button up shirt with the first two buttons at the top open. Ichigo sucks in a breath and feels almost lightheaded and it’s only particularly because of the clothes, which Urahara looks damn good in. There is also something almost unbearably light about the way Urahara smiles and pushes his hair away from his eyes. Ichigo realizes that for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time since they’ve known each other that Urahara is really, truly happy. It’s this more then anything else that makes Ichigo’s hands shake when he reaches out and winds his arms around Urahara’s neck and draws him down for a kiss. The kiss is slow, wet and lazy and when they draw apart they are both smiling.
“I assume you’re staying for dinner then?” Urahara asks drawing on thumb across Ichigo’s bottom lip and the other man nods.
“Yeah.”
Author: slash4femme
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing/Category:Urahara/Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warning:sex, clothing kink, hair pulling, a tiny bit of angst, swearing.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I do not make money off of doing this. The only thing I'm getting out of this is pure unadulterated creative enjoyment and less hours for me to spend doing my real work.
Summary: Ichigo likes Urahara in modern clothes. A lot.
Author Note: Not beta'd, sorry guys.
I.
Ichigo has this thing for Urahara in modern clothing.
He discovers it late one afternoon after spending the day painting the shouten. It had been an activity that evidently took a rather large group of people to accomplish since the entire inhabitance of the shouten, plus Ichigo, Chad and Uryuu had been recruited. Not that Ichigo minded much, school was winding down and he’d found he liked meaningless repetitive jobs. Before the war he’d never been able to stand them but now he found it soothing. He’d taken a bucket of paint and a brush and spent a rather relaxing day working his way through two rooms. He’d been interrupted only when Tessai had brought around lunch and when Jinta had gotten a little over enthusiastic with his bucket of paint. Which was how both Urahara and Uryuu had ended up drenched in off-white primer.
“You look ridiculous.” Ichigo tells him as Urahara drips paint past the room the younger man is painting on his way to his bedroom. Ichigo shakes his head to himself and doesn’t think of it again until dinner time.
He emerges from the room he’d just finished up about an hour later into the kitchen where Tessai is cooking dinner. There he finds Urahara leaning against a counter, talking to Chad, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. It’s completely ordinary but it stops Ichigo dead in is tracks standing there in the kitchen doorway. Urahara’s hair is still a little wet, damp curls sticking to his forehead and the side of his face. He’s not wearing his hat that having gotten paint on it too and Ichigo realizes it’s been a long time since he’s really seen the other man’s eyes. Uryuu says something that Ichigo can’t really hear around the stunned buzzing in his ears. Urahara turns a little, flashing a smile at the younger man who’s having his hair toweled off by Chad, wearing clothes that are a touch too big for him, and Ichigo thinks distantly that he’s never thought to use the word pretty to describe Urahara before. Actually never in a thousand years would he have ever thought to call the other man pretty even inside his own head. Urahara is though, all slim hips, pale soft skin, big green-gray eyes and thick blond curls. Yeah, Urahara Kisuke is definitely pretty. Urahara’s t-shirt is pale blue and rumbled and Ichigo’s hands itch to go over there and smooth it down. A couple years ago it might of unnerved him, but right this minute it doesn’t confuse Ichigo this sudden realization that he finds Urahara really very attractive. because he likes the other man, always has, always has been able to feel at ease with Urahara like he doesn’t need to worry about being perfect around the other man.
“come on Ichigo, let’s eat.” Urahara waves at him from the table and Ichigo shakes himself and crosses the room to join the rest of them.
II.
He finds his attraction to Urahara is easier to deal with when being around the man does not reduce his brain to mush. Most of the time it doesn’t, most of the time their relationship is as normal as it ever was and Ichigo’s less then platonic feelings simmer underneath the surface. He spends more of the time with Urahara, helping out around the shouten or just lounging around. He argues with Jinta, which seems to make the boy incredibly happy for some reason Ichigo can’t figure out. He allows Ururu to teach him how to cook. He rearranges the whole front room because he points out to Urahara the way it had been before was not only confusing for anyone who might wander in but also outright stupid.
They get along surprisingly well, Urahara is much quieter and more subdued these days, and there are days when he seems down right sad. Ichigo doesn’t know if Urahara has stopped pretending to be constantly cheerful around Ichigo because he trust the younger man more or because he simply can’t pretend any longer. Ichigo really, really hopes it’s the first. He makes Urahara tea on the days when he seems sad and sits next to him out in the garden and they don’t say anything but Ichigo’s ok with that.
He’s ok with it all really, yeah sure there was a slight amount of shock involved when he first realized that he was attracted to the other man. He’d known for a long, long time though that he was attracted to guys and he’d known for a while that his chances of ending up with anyone who wasn’t a shinigami where pretty slim to non-existent. Besides he could do a lot worse then Urahara.
“Urahara where the hell does this thing go-” Ichigo trails of standing in the doorway to the kitchen and just stares.
Urahara looks up from where he’s been sitting at the table reading the newspaper. “yes?”
The newspaper is spread out all over the table, but that’s not what Ichigo is looking at instead his eyes are trained on Urahara’s face and the fact that the other man is wearing glasses. Wearing Ichigo’s glasses.
“You’re wearing my glasses.” Ichigo says because it’s the only thing going through his head at the moment.
Urahara actually looks sheepish, “well you see I’ve been getting these headaches and I was wondering if they could be because my eyes site is going, you know with age and all. And you left your glasses on the table this morning so I thought-”
He doesn’t actually get to finish the sentence because Ichigo is moving across the room. He plucks his glasses from Urahara’s face, cups the other man’s chin and kisses him without giving either one of them the chance to think about it. Urahara makes a muffled noise into the kiss and Ichigo lets his eyes fall shut, slides his tongue against Urahara’s lips, right before the other man pushes him away hard.
“Ichigo.” Urahara’s voice is very soft, very controlled but there is definitely an edge there Ichigo has never heard directed at him, “What the hell do you think your doing?”
Ichigo licks his lips and takes a moment to realizes how rare it is to hear Urahara swear and how that may be just as big a turn on for him as seeing Urahara in modern clothes. “umm kissing you?” He tries and if anything Urahara frowns more but there is also a flush across both of his pale cheeks.
“Ichigo no-”
“I get it, my mistake” Ichigo holds up one hand and he can feel himself start to blush, and damn it this is not the way it’s supposed to go. “can we just pretend this never happened?”
“Ichigo.” Urahara is biting at his lower lip and if anything looks even more miserable now, “I hadn’t realized you felt that way about me. Which was stupid of me seeing that you’re anything but subtle-”
“Geeze, thanks.” Ichigo crosses his arms over his chest, he’s pretty sure his face is still bright red but on the other hand his sense of panic and totally humiliation is being slowly over ridden by his irritation. Urahara might be brilliant, a good person, and sexy as fuck, but he was also damn annoying pretty much constantly and particularly when he rambled.
Urahara props his elbow on the table and cups his chin in his hand watching Ichigo as if he were a particularly interested experiment. “So what do you want Ichigo, do you want sex, do you want a relationship?”
“damn it, I don’t know.” Ichigo runs his fingers through his hair suddenly unable to look at the other man he stares at the floor instead, “just forget it, ok?”
Urahara makes a noise in the back of his throat and Ichigo snatches his glasses from off the table and gets the hell out of there.
III.
For the next two weeks Ichigo out right avoided going anywhere the shouten. He goes to school and tries to be happy about finishing up his senior year. He hangs out with his friends helps his sisters around the clinic and the house. He does not think about Urahara, does not think about how much he’d screwed up.
“Ichigo.”
Ichigo’s head snaps up at the sound of his name and oh his name said by Urahara should not make him feel like he’s just swallowed his own tongue. He’d been on his way home from school, feeling a dull mixture of sadness and anger, which was pretty much his constant state of being for the last two weeks. Seeing Urahara there in front of him, blocking his way, Ichigo immediately spins on his heel and heads back the way he came.
“Ichigo wait!” Ichigo doesn’t stop but he does slow down enough for Urahara to catch up. “we need to talk.”
Ichigo grinds his teeth. “I don’t feel like it right now, besides I told you to forget it.”
“Ichigo please.” Urahara reaches out and for a heart stopping moment Ichigo thinks the other man might actually grab him and then his hand drops, “lets not do this on the street.” Urahara says instead tone almost pleading, “come back to the shouten with me?”
Ichigo glares at him but then shrugs. It looks like he’s not going to be able to get out of this one. Like Urahara had said he really doesn’t want to get chewed out by the other man over his inappropriate behavior on the street where anyone could walk by. Luckily the walk to the shouten is a short one and Ichigo spends most of it glaring at the sidewalk and trying hard to completely ignore the other man.
Without speaking Urahara leads the way through the front part of the shop and into the back to the kitchen. Once there, he collapses down next to the kitchen table folding his leg under himself and taking off his hat. He leans both elbows on the table cupping his face in his hands and watches Ichigo who still stands awkwardly by the door.
“I’m an idiot.” Urahara announces pushing his hair back from his face and Ichigo notices he’s started chewing at his lip again. Ichigo stares at him and Urahara finally looks, “please come and sit down.”
Ichigo inches across the space and sits down at the opposite end of the table. He looks at his hands for a moment and then places them on top of the table and braids his fingers together. “What do you mean ‘you’re an idiot’?”
“for not trusting you.” Urahara sighs and looks up at the ceiling for a moment and when he looks back at Ichigo he’s smiling apologetically, “I’m really bad at this you know. I’m horrible at telling when someone likes me or when I like someone, mostly in the past people have had to really hit me upside the head with it, for me even to notice,” He winces a little, “sometimes literally. It’s just I’m great with science but people,” He spreads his hand a little in a helpless gesture. “so I’m sorry about that, but also, these last two weeks well,” He runs his fingers back through his hair again, “For a while I was caught up on the age difference, how young you are.” Ichigo stiffens at that, not at all what he wants to here. Too young was not the way he wanted to be thought of by anyone least of all Urahara. “Then it occurred to me that that wasn’t fair. You’re a shinigami, at this point of Captain level skill. You’ve done things most shinigami never have to do, made choices, and been through more. I’ve relied on you, we’ve all relied on you to do the right thing when none of us could. So to think that you can’t decide who you want and when you’re ready for that is pretty stupid of me and doesn’t say a lot of my opinion of you.” Urahara’s gaze had been fixed on the table as all of his speech seemed to come out in long rush. Finally he stops, still staring at the table and slowly looks up at Ichigo. Ichigo sucks in a sharp breath because Urahara’s eyes are so unguarded and Ichigo can see that he meant it, all of it. “I’m sorry.”
Urahara says and Ichigo reaches out almost blindly across the table and stops just short of touching the other man’s hands.
“It’s ok.” He swallows and manages a shaking smile, “I think I can forgive you.”
“Good.” Urahara smiles at him and then looks back down at the table where their hands hover almost touching. After a moment and reaches out and covers Ichigo’s hand with his.
“So umm.” Ichigo suddenly can’t look away from their hands and is having a decidedly hard time breathing, much less thinking. “umm are you still mad at me? About the whole kissing thing?” He wishes the last part hadn’t come out in almost a whisper. Urahara closes his eyes again his face taking on that almost pained look before he nods.
“I’m not mad about the kiss Ichigo, I’m sorry I yelled at you I shouldn’t have.”
“It’s ok.” Ichigo cautiously turns his hand over so their hands lie palm to palm, “I think I can take it.”
“I-” Urahara seems almost nervous and that’s so weird and out of character for him. Ichigo can’t help but think it’s kind of endearing though. “I would like to kiss you again.”
Ichigo blinks and then blinks again as the enormity of what the other man has just asked hits him like a truck. “uhh . . .” Urahara just sits there biting his lip a little and Ichigo realizes he’s actually waiting for permission, “yeah.” He swallows hard, “yeah I’d like that.”
Urahara leans forward and takes Ichigo’s chin in his hands and kisses him soft and light both of them leaning over the kitchen table. Ichigo pulls always first, stands up ignoring the confused and worried look Urahara gives him. He walks around the table and grabs the front of Urahara’s shirt and kisses him hard. Ichigo runs his tongue against the other man’s lips again and this time Urahara doesn’t push him away. This time the other man’s arms come around his waist, pull him down into Urahara’s lap, this time the other man’s mouth opens under him, sweet and hesitant and willing. They pull apart only briefly to breathe and kiss again. Finally when they draw back it’s slowly and not very far, still close enough that their foreheads and noses touch. Ichigo lets his fingers wander across the part of Urahara’s chest that isn’t covered by his shirt and watches the other man’s long eyelashes flutter.
“What-” Urahara starts and Ichigo runs his hand across the other man’s chest again this time with addition of his nails against soft skin and is pleasantly surprised when Urahara’s voice actually stutters. “what made you kiss me that first time?”
Urahara’s eyes open and Ichigo looks down caught by the contrast of his hand against the other man’s pale skin. “you were wearing my glasses.” Ichigo bites his lip, his cheeks suddenly heating and for the first time in his life he feels down right kinky and slightly perverted, “I like it when you wear normal clothes.” The last part comes out in almost a whisper and he looks away.
“Do you?” Urahara’s hand grips his chin turning Ichigo to face him and his voice is tinted with something Ichigo has never heard there before, something he can’t quite place. Urahara kisses him open mouthed and searching and Ichigo lets himself go pliant against the other man. Lets him tangle his fingers in Ichigo’s hair, while keeping one hand around his waist holding their bodies pressed together.
“yeah” Ichigo pulls away more then a little breathless, “yeah I do.” Urahara bites at the younger man’s bottom lip, worries it gently between his teeth, and Ichigo feels a pulse of raw pleasure go through him so hard he vibrates and clutches at the other man’s shoulders. After a few minutes though Urahara scoots the younger man off his lap and stand taking Ichigo’s hand and pretty much drags him out of the kitchen and through to Urahara’s bedroom. He pushes Ichigo down onto his futon and starts to undue the younger man’s belt.
“I would have just done this in the kitchen but I couldn’t guarantee we wouldn’t be walked in on there and I doubt you would have enjoyed that.” Urahara tells him and Ichigo’s brain is still trying to catch up with the
hey in Urahara’s room. He’s taking my pants off. Holy Fuck! He’s taking my pants off!
“Kisuke” Ichigo groans and the other man’s head snaps up at that and he stares at Ichigo wide-eyed.
“Say that again.”
“What?” Ichigo reaches forward and tangles his fingers in blond hair, “Your name?” Urahara swallows visibly and Ichigo leans forward and kisses him, as the older man’s hand slides into his pants “God, Kisuke!”
Urahara makes a noise somewhere between a whimper and a growl and then Ichigo’s pants are being unceremoniously dragged off his body. Urahara kisses up the side of one thigh and Ichigo collapses backwards on the bed biting down on one fist to keep from crying out. This is going to be fast, he can’t control himself with Urahara right there, between his legs touching him like that, looking at him like that. Urahara licks up his cock before taking the head into his mouth and Ichigo lets out a string of curses his voice wobbling and cracking and fuck it he doesn’t even care anymore. Urahara’s mouth his hot and wet, slick and so very good. The other man sucks him, tongue flicking against the underside of his cock, flicking at the head as Urahara draws back. Ichigo sits up, hands going one to the older man’s shoulder the other to his soft hair. Urahara’s hands on his thighs spreads his legs wider even as the other man’s mouth begins working at him in earnest. Ichigo’s hand clutches convulsively at the other man’s hair, pulling a little more then he meant to and Urahara groans. Some part of Ichigo’s mind vaguely register this and he pulls at Urahara’s hair again, the other man’s back arches and he takes Ichigo even deeper into his throat swallowing around him. Ichigo’s head slams back and he comes with a silent scream, thighs and stomach muscles tensing and convulsing. Urahara lets him go gently and then crawls onto the bed to lie beside him and Ichigo pants for a few moments before rolling over to face the other man.
“What about you?” He reaches for Urahara’s waistband and the other man doesn’t stop him but he does shake his head.
“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”
Ichigo still frowns though and slips his hands into the other man’s pants before stopping and looking up at him suddenly wide-eyed, “you came.”
Urahara blushes again and Ichigo is almost derailed by that sight alone. “It’s been a while since did anything even remotely sexual with anyone.” He looks down and Ichigo pushes him over on the bed and kisses him hard. They kiss again this time pulling part when Ichigo unexpectedly yawns. Urahara laughs a little and presses his face into the curve of the younger man’s neck. “Why don’t you rest for a while, and I’ll clean up and make dinner?”
“I’ve got to go home sometime too.” Ichigo points out even as he flops over and makes a half hearted grab for Urahara. The other man nods and slides off the bed, heading for what Ichigo guesses is the bathroom, humming a little bit as he goes. Ichigo wishes Urahara was there to curl up with him but he consoles himself with the thought that the other man will be there when he wakes up.
He does wakes up to hands stroking through his hair and he tries to bat them away but to no avail and when he opens his eyes he sees Urahara sitting next to him on the futon smiling at him. The older man is dressed in jeans and a pale green button up shirt with the first two buttons at the top open. Ichigo sucks in a breath and feels almost lightheaded and it’s only particularly because of the clothes, which Urahara looks damn good in. There is also something almost unbearably light about the way Urahara smiles and pushes his hair away from his eyes. Ichigo realizes that for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time since they’ve known each other that Urahara is really, truly happy. It’s this more then anything else that makes Ichigo’s hands shake when he reaches out and winds his arms around Urahara’s neck and draws him down for a kiss. The kiss is slow, wet and lazy and when they draw apart they are both smiling.
“I assume you’re staying for dinner then?” Urahara asks drawing on thumb across Ichigo’s bottom lip and the other man nods.
“Yeah.”