Archive of Our Own ^beta

“Let me help you,” Uryuu says carefully. He’s been speaking carefully for the past hour, at least, trying to mask just how incredibly inebriated he is.

“Nnnh,” Chad grunts, surprisingly allowing Uryuu to swing one of his heavy arms around Uryuu’s slight shoulders. Uryuu regrets his offer immediately.

Chad is heavy. Just his arm, and probably what is only a small part of his weight, is enough to make Uryuu’s legs wobble under him. Well, wobble worse than they already were, anyway. Uryuu suddenly regrets everything that’s happened tonight. Accepting Ichigo’s invitation to a graduation dinner at the Kurosaki house, accepting that first drink. Taking the bait when Ichigo, holding intense eye contact with Uryuu, drained his drink in one go and slammed the empty shot glass onto the table, smirking.

Uryuu had been vaguely aware of Isshin pulling something similar on Chad, though Chad had had an amused smile, when Isshin had slammed his empty glass down. Those two had an interesting pseudo-father/son bond and Uryuu had enjoyed seeing hints of it throughout dinner.

But at that time, he was focused on Ichigo.

Uryuu had swallowed his drink, throat and eyes burning, and slammed his glass onto the table beside Ichigo’s.

Those few drinks had emptied the scant inch of liquor in the bottom of the bottle they'd originally had out. With a wolfish grin, Ichigo called, “Karin, we need another bottle of vodka!”

Uryuu had laughed softly, viciously amused, when Karin called back downstairs, “Get it yourself, dumbass!”

But Ichigo just shrugged, stood and padded to the kitchen. He came back with a large bottle of liquor, to Isshin’s hoots and cheers.

That had been almost two hours ago. Now, that bottle lay on its side on the table, empty.

They’re about three blocks away from the Kurosaki home, and only about eight and a half blocks from Chad’s apartment, if Uryuu remembers correctly.

They still have to stop twice to rest against the side of a building before they've regained balance and enough energy to continue moving forward.

“Come on in,” Chad slurs, leaning against the door jamb. Uryuu sighs in relief when Chad unhooks his arm from around his shoulders, suddenly feeling incredibly, blessedly lighter.

“I don’t…” Uryuu begins speaking, but when Chad quickly interrupts him, his eyes go wide in surprise.

“I don’t want you walking. Home alone,” he says, all heavy eyelids and mushmouth.

Then, holding onto the doorway as Uryuu accepts his keys and unlocks the door for him, Chad leans into his apartment and takes a sloppy step forward. He follows it with another, and a couple more of those weaving, wobbling steps get him to the couch, where he drops onto the seat like a meteor crash.

Somewhat concerned, Uryuu does enter the apartment. He closes and locks the door behind him.

“Stay the night,” Chad says. “I’ll…”

Chad pauses for so long that Uryuu fears he’d passed out. But then Chad gently shakes his shaggy head, grimaces, and says, “I’ll… make you breakfast.”

And that… has implications that make Uryuu’s face go hot, that make him glad he’d neglected to turn on the light when he’d come in.

“That’s not necessary,” Uryuu says, or at least tries to. Only when the sound of his voice reaches his ears does he realize just how slurred it came out. Hopefully Chad heard him well enough. It dawns on him that, away from the Kurosakis, he’s stopped trying so hard to hide how absolutely drunk he is. Chad probably isn’t going to notice either way, anyway.

Chad… is slouched in his seat, the side of his face resting on the headrest of the couch, long body spilling off the couch and sprawled halfway onto the floor. He’s breathing heavily.

Uryuu smiles. Is he really already asleep?

With a yawn, Uryuu very carefully walks to the couch, though there’s no one to see him sway on his feet, and seats himself gently. He leans his own head back and laces his fingers together over his stomach. Uryuu wonders how long…

“Uryuu,” Chad says, a few inches away from his face. Uryuu clears his throat and instinctively turns his face away, wrinkling his nose in distaste—Chad’s breath smells like a whole liquor store.

Then, “Uryuu,” Chad says, just like the first time. There’s no urgency, or Uryuu would’ve forced himself awake and sprung into action.

But he is curious.

Holding his breath, he turns back to look at Chad. Who is now slumped on the center cushion, an elbow holding him up just beside Uryuu’s head. His hair is a hilarious mess.

“Yes?” Uryuu asks, furrowing his brows.

“I just…” Chad begins, and instead of continuing, he brings his thumb up to brush gently over Uryuu’s cheek, with more delicacy than Uryuu had thought he’d be capable of, given his current condition.

“What?” Uryuu asks, strident, alarmed.

But then Chad leans in, and his full lips press against his, and they’re warm and soft and careful and slow… and, staying still as stone, Uryuu does not kiss back. But he doesn’t immediately stop Chad, either. Can’t. With a soft, low sound, Chad takes Uryuu’s lower lip between his and gently sucks, and Uryuu jerks away as if burned.

Chad’s hand falls away from Uryuu’s cheek, landing on Uryuu’s upper thigh.

Uryuu pushes against Chad’s immovable shoulder. “Go to bed. You’re drunk,” Uryuu slurs. Apparently the short bit of sleep has slowed him down a little.

“I don’t care,” Chad says, and he actually allows Uryuu to push him away a few inches. “You turn me on.”

Uryuu’s face is on fire. His hand, still pushing against Chad, tightens on his shoulder instead. “You… You…” he splutters. “Just… go,” is all he can come up with, though he… really doesn’t mean it. He wants to lean in and kiss Chad back, wants to feel those plush lips open up to him. Wants to climb onto Chad’s lap.

But… even smashed, Chad is a gentleman… And even though he’s a gentleman, he’s still smashed. He shakily pushes up off the couch. Uryuu watches as Chad takes uneven, weaving steps into the bedroom.

“Night, Uryuu,” Chad says, his voice… neutral? Disappointed? Unfazed? Uryuu can’t tell. Chad’s impenetrable sometimes, and he chooses now to be one of those times, apparently.

So Chad’s going to bed. Uryuu drops his head against the back of the couch and sighs, reaching up to lightly touch his lips, still feeling the ghost of Chad’s mouth on his. Tasting the vodka in his own mouth, and even wanting to smell it on Chad’s breath again. He wants to have him that close again.

But… what does Chad want? Uryuu… turns him on. Chad’s drunk as hell. There was nothing leading up to the kiss, no sweetness, no emotional foreplay. Chad is probably looking for a drunken, easy lay. Probably looking for a one night stand. It wouldn’t be surprising—he’s never shown any interest in Uryuu before. Not until he had him drunk on his couch, and they’re no longer going to high school together, both going off to different universities in a month or so. Might not see each other ever again. Perfect.

So what if that’s all he wants? The question snakes up among the queasy, spinning thoughts in his head. Uryuu makes a sound of disgust. He looks at Chad’s door, and as if on cue, Chad lets loose a chainsaw crank of a snore.

Uryuu laughs softly, turns onto his side and tries to get comfortable enough to sleep.

”...turn me on,” Chad says in a vivid memory-dream, and Uryuu startles awake with a gasp, momentarily unsure where he is, but a quiet snort from Chad’s bedroom reminds him. He feels a hot throb in his groin.

He thinks of the feel of Chad’s mouth on his, and he realizes that he doesn’t care what happens anymore. Pushing up from the couch, he stumbles slightly on the way to Chad’s bedroom door. He doesn’t hesitate before twisting the doorknob and stepping inside.

It’s warmer in here. Doesn’t matter. Chad’s alarm clock says it’s past two in the morning. Doesn’t matter. Chad’s on his back taking up most of the bed, stripped down to his boxers, sheet only covering most of one leg, up to mid-thigh. His boxers drape over a hard-on that looks long and thick.

That’s… what matters. Uryuu swallows hard, pushes through a burst of shame and fear. Why can’t he want a drunken one night stand, too?

That question needs examining, but not now. Now Uryuu removes his shirt and lets it fall to the floor. He brings his hands to his belt, hesitates, then takes a deep breath and unfastens his pants, pushes them down, and steps out of them. Now he’s in his socks and underwear. Good enough.

Trying to control his breathing, Uryuu starts to crawl into Chad’s bed, when Chad asks, “Uryuu?” in a muzzy voice. His eyes are barely open in the gloom.

Uryuu says the first thing that comes to him. “I… thought I’d check on you.”

“Okay,” Chad says. He resituates himself, shakes the sheet out and holds it open for Uryuu to climb under. “Come here.”

Uryuu’s heart is pounding when he climbs under Chad’s sheet and Chad moves up close and wraps his arm loosely around Uryuu’s waist. Chad nuzzles into the crook of Uryuu’s neck with a soft, “Mmm…” and Uryuu is… confused.

Didn’t you...

Weren’t you...

Didn’t you want to...

Then Chad plants a kiss on the slope of his shoulder and curls his hips forward so that his dick presses against Uryuu’s asscheek, and Uryuu’s not confused anymore.

“Chad,” Uryuu whispers. Chad flattens his hand over Uryuu’s belly and drags it down a couple of inches to the edge of Uryuu’s underwear.

“Hmm?” Chad murmurs. He kisses the side of Uryuu’s neck.

“You…” Uryuu whispers. It takes more courage than he’d thought it would to say, “You turn me on, too.”

Chad makes a deep, guttural noise and grinds against Uryuu’s ass again. “Good,” he says. “I hoped I did.” He kisses the side of Uryuu’s jaw, shaggy hair tickling Uryuu’s face, and says, “Come here. Lemme kiss you.”

It is hard not to moan at that.

Uryuu turns in Chad’s arms and lets Chad pull him closer. As Uryuu wraps an arm around Chad’s hard waist, Chad leans in, lips an inch away. He hovers there for three seconds, four, breath smelling like vodka, but this time Uryuu does not care one bit. He wants Chad’s mouth.

So he takes it.

Chad groans softly as Uryuu presses their lips together and the sound sets Uryuu’s whole body on fire. Opening his mouth to Uryuu, Chad flattens his hand on Uryuu’s back, the long, warm fingers spanning nearly the entire width of it.

With Uryuu’s moans as a cue, Chad takes their light, almost tentative kisses into something deeper. Hotter. His tongue licks into Uryuu’s mouth, the soft muscle rubbing wet against Uryuu’s. He teases Uryuu’s tongue out so that he can suck on it. The gentle pressure sends electricity straight to Uryuu’s dick. Which was already hard, but now he wants to… rub. He wants to thrust. He feels the firmness of Chad’s erection against the inside of his hip, and he could just roll his hips forward and…

No, he will just roll his hips forward, grinding against Chad’s lower belly, pressing Chad’s cock against his body. They both gasp, and Uryuu does it again. Chad grabs his ass and fucks up tighter against him, still kissing, but moaning into his mouth now.

It’s sweltering under the sheet. Uryuu sweeps it off of them, and in the near-dark he can still make out sweat stippling the side of Chad’s neck. Rocking his hips, Chad groans, and emboldened by this, Uryuu leans forward and licks a line through the sweat.

“God,” he whispers. He wants to lick more sweat off Chad. Wants to lick more of Chad, period. Moaning, Chad curls his hips and squeezes Uryuu’s ass with his huge hand. Uryuu can’t remember ever being this turned on. Until Chad slips his fingers down lower, to trace up along the line of Uryuu’s crack through his underwear. His finger slides back down, pressing in, delicious pressure against Uryuu’s asshole.

“Do you wanna?” Chad slurs, and Uryuu’s aware all over again of how wasted Chad was, and certainly still is. He probably…

No. Chad started this. Uryuu can finish it.

“Yesss,” Uryuu whispers. He shoves his hips down against Chad’s pressing finger, and Chad makes a soft, aroused sound.

“Uh. Lemme,” Chad says, and he finishes the thought by muscling Uryuu onto his back, leaning over him, and rolling his underwear down past his hips.

Uryuu’s dick is as hard as it’s ever been, and standing out at a sharp angle to his body. “Fuck,” Chad whispers, staring at it, and that gives Uryuu more than enough boldness to shove his underwear the rest of the way down and say, “You, too.”

Together they manage to get Chad’s boxers off, both of them fumblingly hindering the other in their urgency. Uryuu would laugh if it wasn’t so frustrating.

“There,” Chad says, and he’s nearly panting with the effort and coordination that had taken.

“Yeah,” Uryuu says, and Chad lies back against the bed, his dick slightly softer than it had been a minute before, but still more than impressive.

Can I… Uryuu almost asks, but he’d made his mind up as soon as he climbed into Chad’s bed that he wasn’t going to ask for what he wants. Not tonight. He’s going to take, just like Chad’s going to take, and they’ll be equals, in that way, at least.

So he reaches out a shaky hand, steadying it as much as possible, and drags his fingers down Chad’s dick. Chad sighs, and Uryuu loosely wraps his fingers around Chad’s shaft. And god. God. The mere sight of it—Uryuu’s strong, long-fingered hand now looking pale and delicate wrapped around Chad’s long, thick, dark cock—and the feel of it in his hand makes Uryuu wonder if, sober, this would actually be enough to make him cream his pants.

He thinks it might. It’ll give him masturbation fuel for months, either way.

Now Chad’s hand wraps around his dick, utterly engulfing it, and gives him a slow stroke that drags a moan out of Uryuu. Lying beside each other, they languidly jerk each other off, moaning and groaning softly, and Uryuu wonders if this will be the extent of it. On the one hand, it would potentially be a lot less messy than more involved activities, both emotionally and physically. And Uryuu wouldn’t regret knowing he’d spent the night with Chad this way, making out and dry humping and jerking each other off.

On the other hand… Uryuu’s never had full-on, penetrative sex before. And though the circumstances are less than ideal, he honestly can’t think of anyone he’d rather have his first time with than Chad. As frightening a prospect as that is when he has the rock-hard reality of Chad’s big, thick cock twitching in his hand.

Uryuu’s so caught up in his own thoughts and the building pressure between his hips that when Chad says his name he nearly startles.

Instead, he takes a breath. “Yes?”

“Let’s…” Chad says, then he lets Uryuu’s dick slip out of his hand and rolls to face him.

Uryuu rolls over too, biting his lip when their bare cocks slide together. Then Chad’s arm goes around his waist and Uryuu yelps as Chad rolls them over with a whispered “Come here,” so that Uryuu’s straddling his hips.

God, Chad is solid. His hips are hard under Uryuu’s inner thighs, and there’s almost no give to his stomach when Uryuu plants his hands there to steady himself.

“Come on,” Chad says, gripping Uryuu’s narrow hips and using his hold to roll them, so that their dicks are deliciously crushed between their bodies, and grinding against each other. Then Chad’s hands drift down to Uryuu’s thighs and Uryuu continues the rhythm, biting down on his tongue. He loves the way Chad’s belly moves with his heavy breathing, loves the way his cock feels rubbing against his.

You turn me on, Chad had said, and Uryuu finally lets himself really think about that. It’s flattering, to be sure. And it’s not the exact sentiment Uryuu would have wanted to hear first, from Chad, but… he did hear it first. Uryuu’s imagined getting Chad alone and telling him, somehow, that he’s had it bad for him for years. He’s fantasized that Chad would say it back. But he didn’t have to do any of that; all it took was some alcohol, and Chad kissed him and told him… that.

Uryuu counts it as a win.

Now Chad’s reaching above his head to the flat top of the headboard, and Uryuu sees the bottle of lube he’s going after just as his hand crawls past it and knocks the alarm clock onto the floor with a loud crash. He’s reminded forcibly that Chad’s still drunk, and he probably is, too. Of course he is. Otherwise he’d never have been brave enough to get to where he is right now, ignoring Chad’s “Sorry,” in favor of leaning forward to grab the lube that Chad had missed.

As he wraps his hand around it, he feels Chad’s lips on his chest, sliding over to suck briefly on a nipple. Then Chad’s teeth graze it, and that's a surprise. But a good one, one that goes straight to his dick. Uryuu thrusts against Chad’s solid body, and he’s not surprised to feel the head of his dick skidding through precum.

“Uryuu. Come here,” Chad says, grabbing his ass and half-manhandling Uryuu until Uryuu’s knee-walking up his body, until he’s straddling his chest. If his legs were any shorter, his knees wouldn’t touch the bed, and even that turns him on. Chad’s so big, everywhere.

His hands feel huge, cupping Uryuu’s ass from below, then his mouth is wet and hot on Uryuu’s cock, and “Chad!” Uryuu cries out. Chad sucks, and Uryuu gasps, slamming one hand down on the top of the bedframe and reaching the other down to tangle in Chad’s hair. And he hadn’t even meant to do that, but now that he has, he moans at another slow suck and digs his fingers in deeper, feeling the thick silkiness of it as it slides through the webs between his fingers. This is just as sensual as Chad’s mouth on his dick, and something he’s thought about much, much more.

Sensual or not, it’s not as stimulating as Chad’s lips gliding up and down Uryuu’s hard shaft, and Uryuu groans low in his throat when Chad pulls back a couple of inches to suck on his head. At this angle, he can’t move more than a few inches, but a few is more than enough. And at this angle… Uryuu hadn’t heard the pop of the cap, but now he feels cool, wet fingertips slipping into his crack. Chad draws circles around his asshole with increasing pressure, lighting up nerves Uryuu hadn’t even been aware that he had. He throws his head back and moans, wanting to thrust back onto the fingers, wanting to thrust forward into Chad’s mouth, wanting so much.

Chad gives him some of those things, at least. As he slides a thick finger in, up to the second knuckle, he pushes his head forward, taking Uryuu deeper into his mouth and pressing his tongue against Uryuu’s dick, rubbing it up and down as he sucks, and his finger burrows deeper.

Now Uryuu can’t control himself, nor does he want to. Still gripping Chad’s hair, he thrusts into Chad’s mouth, then pushes back on the finger, does it again, and he’s suddenly alarmingly close.

“Gonna come,” he warns, panting, mouth dropping open, eyes sliding closed.

But Chad pulls his mouth off of his cock. “Can you wait?” he asks, and Uryuu makes a high noise of drunken frustration. It had been so good.

“I wanna be inside you when you come,” Chad clarifies, and Uryuu moans, the single, stationary finger in his ass almost enough to push him over the edge after hearing that.

“Okay,” he pants.

So Chad extracts his finger, then pushes in with two, more quickly this time. The one finger had been tolerable, enjoyable, even. But two are initially overwhelming, and they help nudge him back from the precipice of orgasm. Then Chad turns his hand somehow and, Oh. Oh, that’s much better.

Uryuu cries out softly and rocks his hips, breath hitching when the head of his dick grazes Chad’s slightly parted lips.

“You good?’ Chad asks quietly, with an easy smile that Uryuu wants to pack up in a box and keep forever. It’s sexy, it’s sweet, it’s everything he’d thought Chad might be like during lovemaking.

“Yeah. Yeah,” Uryuu breathes. He rocks his hips again and his body has acclimated to the two fingers so much that when they slide in deep again, Uryuu leaks out a thin streamer of precum onto Chad’s lower lip. Which Chad promptly licks out to taste, tongue-tip swiping against Uryuu’s cock.

Apparently that’s it for both of them. Uryuu swings his leg off of Chad and scoots down the bed so that they’re face to face. Chad plants a big hand on Uryuu’s back and pulls him in close and kisses him, hot and hungry and rough.

“Yasutora,” Uryuu gasps when they pull apart, panting. He almost wants to take it back but… it’s allowed, tonight. With the way he is, the way they are, just this once anything he wants is allowed. So he kisses Chad again and reaches down between their bodies, grips them loosely, then squeezes them together and gives them a long, slow stroke up and down.

Chad grunts, and “Give me the lube,” Uryuu whispers, then Chad reaches above him and pulls it out from beneath his pillow, hands it over.

“On your back,” Uryuu instructs, and Chad rolls over. His dick looks so hard Uryuu thinks it must actually hurt.

Maybe Uryuu can help with that. He pours a puddle of lube into his palm and reaches out, wraps his hand around the base of Chad’s dick, and it feels like warm steel wrapped in silk. He begins to drag his hand up, to spread the lube, but he has a thought.

With a deep breath, he looks up at Chad, who’s watching him intently. Who continues to watch as Uryuu leans down, parts his lips wide, and takes Chad’s head into his mouth.

God, the taste. Uryuu’s never done this before, either, so is unprepared for how powerful, how good it tastes. He moans as he swirls his tongue around, wanting more of that deliciously musky taste, and Chad moans back, and Uryuu wishes he could watch Chad’s face while he’s doing this.

He’ll watch Chad’s face when they fuck.

Uryuu moans again, and feels his dick squeeze out another thread of precum.

Closing his eyes, Uryuu bobs his head lower, but, inexperienced, and dealing with someone of Chad’s size, he can’t go far. It’s enough to make Chad groan above him though, so he does it again.

“Uryuu,” Chad breathes, his hand reaching down to slide into Uryuu’s hair and hold it away from his face. Then Uryuu goes down once more, and Chad says it again, urgent, this time. “Uryuu—”

Uryuu reluctantly stops and looks up at him. He looks so sexed-up it kicks Uryuu’s arousal up into a gear he hadn’t even known he had.

“The lube,” Chad says, breathless. He groans, turning his head to the side and thrusting up into Uryuu’s hand when Uryuu spreads the nearly-forgotten palmful of lube up his dick in a series of slow, twisting strokes.

“God, Uryuu,” Chad pants, and it’s gratifying, seeing how turned on he is. “Come here,” Chad says, and those are quickly becoming Uryuu’s favorite two words. “Get on me,” he says, reaching for Uryuu and pulling him on top of his body even as he says it. Uryuu lands so that he’s sitting on top of Chad’s wet dick, the head nestling against the underside of his tight balls. Uryuu rocks back and forth, wanting more, wanting now, wanting Chad.

“Uryuu,” Chad groans, thrusting up against him. “Wanna be in you.”

Uryuu moans and moves forward a couple of inches when Chad reaches behind Uryuu’s body to grab his cock. Then he grips Uryuu’s hip and guides him back until his cockhead is pressing against Uryuu’s stretched, tingling asshole.

“Yasutora,” Uryuu whispers, savoring the name in his mouth. As he’d promised himself, he watches Chad’s face, slack and flushed with desire, when Chad begins slowly thrusting up and urging Uryuu back at the same time, sinking in an inch, two inches, two and a half, and Uryuu has to squeeze his eyes closed and grit his teeth. Three inches. The fingers were one thing, but Chad… Chad is not giving Uryuu a proper chance to get used to his size. He’s going very, very slowly, certainly, but…

“Wait!” Uryuu grits out, then gasps as his asshole involuntarily tightens around Chad’s buried inches. “Uh,” Uryuu grunts, pushing up and away before he realizes he’s going to. He tries very hard not to sigh in relief when Chad slides free, and just barely manages.

“Uryuu?” Chad asks. Uryuu realizes his eyes are still closed; opens them, and Chad’s watching him with concern, and looking more sober than he had since the fourth shot at Ichigo’s.

Uryuu is unsure what to say, so he says the first true thing that makes sense. “Just… need a minute. You’re big.”

“I know, but…” Chad peers closely at his face. “Have you… have you done this before?”

Uryuu considers lying. Considers prevaricating—they just did, technically—but in the end, he can’t bring himself to.

“...No,” he says after a few seconds.

“Uryuu. I thought you were… I wouldn’t have…” Chad’s silent for a beat, then he looks Uryuu in the eyes and says, “I’m sorry.”

“No!” Uryuu says, fiercely. “Don’t be. I wanted to. It was my choice.”

“...Okay,” Chad says. He stares at Uryuu for several uncomfortable seconds, and Uryuu’s afraid he’s going to try to apologize again. Until he finally says, “Do you want to… do something else?”

Uryuu can’t help but notice that Chad’s still half-hard, and it’s flattering that Chad still seems to want him, even after this embarrassing interlude. He himself has flagged to almost full softness, but it’s beginning to swell just thinking about what else Chad might have in mind.

Uryuu nods.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Chad says, and that goes far toward getting Uryuu the rest of the way there.

Uryuu watches over his shoulder as Chad produces a towel from somewhere and wipes his dick off. Which is also hard again. Confusingly, he lubes himself up once more, then crawls over to behind Uryuu. He kneels with his calves spread to either side of Uryuu’s and pushes Uryuu’s thighs together. He leans forward and kisses Uryuu on the back of the neck, and, “Ready?” he asks.

“Y-yes,” Uryuu says, beginning to understand the plan. Then Chad’s thick, lubed cock slides between his pressed-together thighs. Chad grips Uryuu’s hips and fucks between his thighs, the head of his cock gliding against Uryuu’s full balls every time he thrusts forward. Chad groans, and the skin of Uryuu’s arms and chest flash hot with goosebumps.

Uryuu begins pushing back to meet his thrusts, and Chad moans his name.

“God, come here,” Chad says, breathless. Then he’s pressing a hand against the center of Uryuu’s chest and pulling up, guiding him until he’s kneeling upright. Chad wraps his arm around Uryuu’s ribs, and, still fucking his thighs, noses in for a kiss.

Between the angle and the heavy breathing, their lips can barely hold a seal. It gets even more difficult when Chad drags his hand down Uryuu’s body and loosely grips his dick.

“You’re so fucking hard,” Chad groans against his mouth. “Fuck.”

Inhibitions still on vacation, Uryuu whispers, “You get me so hot.”

Chad moans and fucks harder, his hips slapping audibly against Uryuu’s ass. “God, I’m gonna—”

“I wanna feel you come,” Uryuu breathes, heart racing, sweat breaking out on his forehead and prickling in his armpits.

“Nngh,” Chad grunts. He crashes hard against Uryuu’s body a few more times, then he’s moaning loudly, his cock bucking, his hot come smearing all over Uryuu’s inner thighs.

“Uryuu,” Chad says, wrapping his arms around Uryuu’s heaving chest, once the movement of his hips has slowed to a lazy rocking. He kisses Uryuu on the shoulder. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

And that’s simply too much for Uryuu to deal with. He wants to hide his face, wants to be alone with his thoughts, to process and analyze and commit to memory, but there's no time for any of that because now Chad’s rolling him over onto his back and wiping his inner thighs with the towel. They feel bruised and chafed, but Uryuu would have it no other way. Maybe he’ll still feel this tomorrow. Maybe he’ll still feel this for days.

Then Uryuu jumps when he feels the towel move to his ass and begin wiping him down. “You don’t have to… “

“Yes, I do,” Chad insists. Seemingly satisfied, he tosses the towel to the side, grips the backs of Uryuu’s thighs and pushes up, and once Uryuu feels like Chad’s about to bend him in half, he feels… Chad’s tongue lapping at his asshole.

It feels dirty, it feels wrong, it feels so goddamn good. Uryuu reminds himself he was going to take what he wanted tonight, and right now, he wants this.

“Fuck,” he breathes, then moans as Chad drags the flat of his tongue slowly over his asshole, the rough, wet texture of it nothing short of divine.

Then Chad parts Uryuu’s thighs into a vee and pulls his mouth away long enough to squeeze one of his thighs and say, “Hold this.”

So Uryuu does, curious—Chad’s full of surprises, tonight—and he drops his head back against the pillow when Chad’s tongue jabs at him at the same time Chad’s hand wraps around his hard dick and starts jerking it in long, slow strokes.

“God, Chad,” Uryuu whispers. Mouth open wide, he digs the back of his head into the pillow and lets lost, desperate sounds pour out freely as Chad eats him out and jerks him off. He can feel himself getting close, can feel his asshole twitching against Chad’s tongue, is sure Chad can feel it too.

But still— “Chad,” he warns, then gasps as Chad’s mouth and hand leave him, but then Chad’s lowering his legs and climbing up closer.

“In my mouth,” Chad breathes, face all flushed and turned on again.

“God. Okay. Hurry,” Uryuu says urgently. He’s so close, and that just now almost did the trick, and wouldn’t that have been embarrassing?

But now, Chad’s swallowing him down, easily now that he can control the angle and the depth, and Uryuu brushes the hair away from his face and lets it curl around his fingers, and Chad’s face is so handsome and flushed, full lips wrapped around Uryuu’s dick, cheeks hollowing out when he sucks and—

“Chad!” Uryuu calls out, and there’s no turning back.

“Mmmh.” Chad makes a supremely satisfied sound, and he makes it again when the first shot of Uryuu’s come splashes against the roof of his mouth. Then his moans go deeper, competing with Uryuu’s high, loud cries as he pumps Chad’s mouth full, hips twitching up in Chad’s hands, but never allowed to escape Chad’s control. Chad pushes down on his hips and sucks, and Uryuu barely has the presence of mind to yank one hand out of Chad’s hair and fist it into the sheet, and pull hard against that instead.

His orgasm finally subsides, and Chad sucks a little too long, until Uryuu has to whimper out of oversensitivity.

“Sorry,” Chad says, and when Uryuu meets his eyes, he doesn’t look sorry at all. He looks beyond pleased.

“My god, Chad,” Uryuu pants, and that makes Chad smile even wider. Then Chad’s climbing up his body, and his dick, somehow already getting full and firm again, brushes up against Uryuu’s. It’s too soon for Uryuu to become physically aroused again, but he still feels a little visceral thrill run up his spine. Then that’s eclipsed, because Chad’s mouth is hot and wet on his jaw and the side of his neck. Uryuu digs his fingers into Chad’s lush hair and sighs at the feel of Chad's lips running over sensitive skin. After a while, he wonders briefly, why doesn’t he kiss me on the mouth? It only takes a second to realize that it’s for Uryuu’s benefit, not his.

“Come here,” Uryuu says, borrowing Chad’s phrase, cupping and tilting Chad’s head until their mouths meet in a long, slow kiss. The taste of his semen is bitter, but remembering vividly why Chad’s mouth tastes like that is thrilling enough to completely overshadow that mild unpleasantness.

Chad slows down, then gives him a brief kiss, runs his fingers through Uryuu's sweaty hair and gives him another one, then he yawns. Uryuu can’t help but yawn in response.

“That was… really good. But… I’m tired,” Chad says, and sure enough, his eyelids are beginning to droop.

Uryuu yawns again, and Chad’s face has gotten even more blurry in the past couple of minutes. “All right,” Uryuu says.

“See you in the morning?” Chad asks, voice lazy, but his eyes have sharpened on Uryuu once again.

“I’ll be here,” Uryuu says with a smile, allowing himself one last swipe of his fingers through Chad’s soft hair before tonight ends, and such things may no longer be allowed.

“Good.” Chad smiles back, then yawns, and says, “Come here,” once more, and when Uryuu gets close he arranges him on his side facing away from Chad, and loops an arm around his waist.

“You want a blanket?” Chad murmurs, already half asleep.

“You’re warm. I’m fine,” Uryuu says, and it’s not long before he’s out.

“Uryuu. Breakfast,” Chad says, and Uryuu jolts awake. He has a moment of confusion—he’s never seen this room in his life. Then he remembers entering Chad’s bedroom in full dark last night. Of course he wouldn’t recognize the furniture and posters. He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and immediately regrets it.

“Come on,” Chad says with a mild smile. He actually looks a little pale. “I’ve got hair of the dog, if you want.”

Uryuu’s heard the term, but never had the need to try it. When he climbs out of bed he has to grip the sides of his throbbing head, and knows he’d try just about anything, this morning.

But first—he feels his face go hot when he realizes he’s wearing nothing but one sock. It takes less than a minute to get dressed, but with his hungover lack of coordination and Chad watching him—with interest, at that—Uryuu fumbles the buckle of his belt and one of the buttons of his shirt.

He follows Chad to his low table and sits, stomach protesting at the smells of the food. There’s a noodle dish that looks so spicy Uryuu’s unsure if he could even eat one bite, a fish that looks charred almost beyond recognition, and a plate of scrambled eggs that actually seem somewhat appetizing. Uryuu knows what he’ll be having for breakfast.

Before that though, Chad hands him a shot glass filled with clear liquid. Uryuu can smell the vodka from an arm’s length away, and his stomach protests loudly. He worries he’ll have to rush to the bathroom.

Instead, he takes it from Chad. “This really helps?”

Chad shrugs. “Sometimes.” Then he tosses his shot back and pours a second one, tosses that one back as well.

Might as well. Uryuu swallows the alcohol as quickly as possible—the less time on the tongue, the better. His stomach dips and rolls, and Uryuu’s briefly concerned, but then… it seems to calm itself. Maybe it does work, after all.

So he follows Chad’s lead and tucks in to the food, eating the bland eggs first, then moving on to try the noodles. They are extremely spicy, but there’s a large glass of ice water next to his bowl, and somehow, they make him begin to feel immediately better—the aspirin that Chad had left on a napkin for him surely hadn’t hurt, either. He’s taken a few bites when Chad says, apropos of nothing, “Next time, we will.”

“Next time?” Uryuu asks, confused and trying not to hope for too much.

“Next time,” Chad repeats with a little smile. “If you want. I couldn’t, last night. Not your first time. Not the first time we fooled around.”

“Oh,” Uryuu says, outwardly mildly pleased, inwardly ecstatic. His inhibitions are once again almost firmly in place, but there’s enough of that feeling of freedom left over from last night to agree, “Next time.”

Uryuu smiles down into his bowl and takes a bite of noodles, hoping they'll continue making him feel better, instead of just setting his taste buds on fire. He’s so excited about a possible next time that he really doesn't care, though.

He looks up when Chad clears his throat quietly.

“I wouldn’t mind…” Chad says, then he, maddeningly, takes a bite. Then another. Once he’s slowly chewed and swallowed and had a drink of water, he doesn’t even continue his thought.

Instead, he says, “You know, Meiji University is not much more than a half hour from NVLU, by bus.”

Or maybe he’d continued his thought after all. Uryuu’s heart races. That Chad already had the knowledge of the distance from his university to Uryuu’s suggests, if not premeditation for last night’s activities, at least a predilection for… liking Uryuu. And after all, he’d said as much, hadn’t he? Only, he’d put it in sexual terms, instead of this potentially longer-term situation he’s so circumspectly suggesting.

So, with a half-smile, Uryuu says, “I wouldn't mind, either.”

Potentially. There really is potential here, isn’t there? Just as much, if not more, than he’d imagined, daydreaming about the two of them, but never having the nerve to do anything about it. Chad is a rock, and Uryuu—with his perfectionism and neuroses and Daddy issues—can be the waves that crash against it, and it feels… right.

He thinks neither of them would have ever had the nerve to approach the other without the alcohol. After all, Chad had never shown any romantic interest in Uryuu, though his actions last night clearly showed that he was more than interested. His kisses, his touches, even back to the very first one, the gentle caress of Uryuu’s cheek.

Uryuu… had tried so hard to hide his own interest in Chad. He must have been successful, so much so that Chad had to be completely sloshed to make the first move.

Chad must have been just as good at hiding his interest, because Uryuu’d never had so much as an inkling.

Uryuu smiles down at his noodles again, and when he looks up, his heart does a quick double-beat, because Chad is smiling back at him, watching him through the messy cloud of his hair. Uryuu only smiles wider. Chad is so disheveled it’s… kind of adorable. Uryuu leans forward, and, because he can, reaches out and slips his fingers into the mass of Chad’s hair. It’s so soft and thick he has to take a shaky breath, because this is Chad, and this is allowed now. Not just allowed, but encouraged, because Chad closes his eyes and leans into the touch for a few strokes of Uryuu’s fingers, then when he opens them, he gently grasps Uryuu’s hand. With a softer smile, he presses Uryuu’s palm against his cheek for a couple of seconds, then he turns his face and gently kisses Uryuu’s palm, and Uryuu feels as though his heart is going to burst.

Chad doesn’t say anything, and Uryuu doesn’t either, when Chad releases his hand and Uryuu takes it back. He doesn’t feel the need to interrupt this sweet moment, wants to let it stretch out long and mellow.

So they eat their noodles in silence, looking up from their bowls occasionally to smile at one another.

Uryuu doesn’t want to force too much of a good thing, though, so once his bowl is empty, he takes it to the sink in the kitchenette and rinses it off. Then he says, reluctantly, “I should go.”

He turns around and startles, because Chad is standing right behind him. Chad tucks Uryuu’s hair behind his ear and says, “Okay. Thanks for helping me home last night.”

Uryuu smiles. “Of course.”

Chad’s hand drifts down to rest on his shoulder. “Sorry I burned the fish.”

Uryuu lets out a little laugh. “It’s alright. The noodles were surprisingly good.”

They smile at each other for a few seconds, Uryuu feeling like the best kind of fool, and then Chad lets his hand fall away from Uryuu’s shoulder.

“I’ll walk you out,” Chad says, though the door is only a handful of steps away.

Pleased at this gesture, Uryuu says, “Thanks,” and turns to go. He takes those few steps, hearing Chad’s soft footsteps behind him, knowing he really doesn’t want to go. They haven’t even scheduled a time to see each other again.

He steps into his shoes, and then, sighing, he reaches for the doorknob. As soon as his hand touches it, Chad says, “Uryuu. Come here.”

Uryuu knows that from here on out, those two words will never fail to make his heart race.

As he turns, Chad’s already wrapping his arms around him, and they’re long and warm and solid and feel like they completely envelop him. Chad leans down and Uryuu looks up, and their mouths meet in a slow, sweet kiss, that is one hundred percent of their own volition, no alcohol, no late night. It’s the best one yet, and Uryuu twines his arms around Chad’s neck, and closes his eyes and lets it stretch out between them.

Finally, Chad draws away, and it’s all Uryuu can do not to go on his tiptoes and strain upward, to get more of Chad’s soft, full lips. But he’s always had excellent self-control—when he’s sober, anyway—so he stays exactly where he is. Chad’s hands are still on his lower back. Uryuu lets his slip down to flatten over Chad’s hard chest.

“When are you free to get together again?” Chad asks, and Uryuu likes that it’s confident—when instead of do you want to.

Uryuu casts his mind forward. He really doesn’t have much going this week, but doesn’t want to seem desperate by saying, “Tomorrow,” or somesuch. So he gives them a week. “I should be available next Tuesday,” he says.

“What about Friday?” Chad asks with a little smile, as if he sees right through Uryuu. “A friend’s band is playing. You could come.”

“That sounds good,” Uryuu says. Chad wants to see him in three days. This is so much more than Uryuu would have ever asked for, when he half-carried Chad home from the Kurosaki house last night.

Speaking of Kurosaki… Uryuu no longer regrets accepting the invitation to dinner, or accepting the first shot of vodka. He doesn’t regret the drinking game. Doesn’t regret losing the drinking game. He doesn’t regret the backbreaking task of bringing Chad home, or the awkwardness on the couch, or the hangover that’s still lurking behind his eyes and in the pit of his stomach. “You know,” Uryuu says, his smile slanting towards droll, “I think we owe Ichigo a bottle of vodka.”

Chad laughs softly. “I think you’re right.”

That laugh alone makes it all worth it.

—the end