Advantage of Youth

Ichigo stomped his feet in a vain attempt to get his blood circulating. He could no longer feel his toes; they had gone numb long ago along with his fingers, nose and ears. Hell if he stayed out here much longer the sperm in his balls would probably freeze. Now that’d just be tragic. What could he do with frozen balls?

Of course he could go back inside. ‘No’, he told himself firmly, ‘I’m still mad at that bastard and I’m not going back in until he apologizes.’ The wind picked up suddenly causing Ichigo to shiver.

Stupid Urahara.

Stupid Urahara and his stupid jokes. He thought it was soooo funny. Ichigo couldn’t help it he so young and inexperienced. It wasn’t his fault he’d gotten over-excited and made a mess of Urahara’s face (before the man even had a chance to do anything no less). It didn’t mean he had to make fun of him. Hell, he was starting to wonder why he was even bothering with the man. It wasn’t like Ichigo didn’t have options; there was just something about the man that drew him.

He had not only surprised Urahara but himself as well when he’d grabbed the man earlier today. He just hadn’t been able to take it anymore. Urahara was constantly flirting but never actually doing anything. It had started to drive him nuts. So, after deciding to take matters into his own hands he came straight here, walked up to the shopkeeper and kissed him. To say Urahara had been all for it would be a gross understatement. Ichigo had meant it to be a quick kiss but once Urahara got a hold of him he refused to let go. After struggling a few brief moments Ichigo had given up and just went with it.

He’d been so caught up in the kiss he had practically fallen flat on his ass once the man had let go of him. He was still embarrassed about that, that and the fact that he had just stood there panting like an idiot while Urahara grinned at him smugly. Things had happened so fast after that. One minute he’s wondering what to do next and the next Urahara has him pinned on the ground with his pants around his knees and his cock out in the cool air. Urahara had sucked on his neck while teasing him with too light touches. Then he had travelled down Ichigo’s torso pausing to nibble on his nipples and nip small bite marks across his ribs. By the time he got down where Ichigo wanted him it was too late, the sight of the man leaning over him, so eager to suck his cock, had just been too much. Urahara had only gotten a hand wrapped around the base and was just lowering his head when Ichigo lost it.

As if that hadn’t been bad enough, the jerk had laughed at him. Laughed! That had just been uncalled for and had pissed him off to no end. He had jumped up, done up his pants (all the while yelling), and left. He hadn’t gone far, stopping just outside the shop. He still wasn’t sure why he hadn’t just gone home.

Ichigo shivered again his teeth chattering loudly. If he stays outside much longer he’ll end up sick. He sighed and stomped his feet again. What really sucked about the whole thing was that he’d barely gotten to touch Urahara. He wanted to run his hands all over Urahara’s pale skin, wanted to see the flush travel down his neck and across his chest, wanted to stroke his cock and watch him lose control. Damn he was getting hard again.

Again.

Wait a damn minute; he’d just gotten off a while ago, no more than 15 minutes even. He wondered if Urahara could claim such a short recovery time. He doubted it. Urahara might have staying power but once he came he probably wouldn’t be able to get it up again for quite awhile. Ichigo laughed thinking about Urahara trying to keep up with him. He didn’t stand a chance; not that he wasn’t welcome to try.

Smirking Ichigo went back inside.