Boots
Title: Spit-shine
Pairing: Ikkaku/Yumichika
Length: Ficlet - I should put some actual drabbles in my drabble journal.
Rating: PG-13, possibly a bit higher
Warnings: Boot blacking, boot worship, and implied gay smexings
Requested by: Me. Mmm, boots.
Though Ikkaku would never admit it, he'd felt a small uncomfortable pang at Yumichika's expression upon unveiling the boots he'd bought from the second-hand shop. He hadn't expected his friend to praise his fashion sense - obviously the two didn't see eye to eye on such things - but he hadn't expected him to cringe at them.
"Ikkaku... those will never do."
Giving a patient sigh, Ikkaku glanced down at the leather combat boots. Sure, they weren't sporting a military shine, but they were in pretty good condition. Just a few scuffs really. He thought they were pretty badass, actually. They made him want to find a reason to clomp around in them, maybe pick a fight so he could show the toe to someone up close and personal.
Yumichika shuffled around in the closet a moment before pulling out a small, polished metal box. "Sit down, Ikkaku."
"What the hell is that?"
"Just a few things to fix up those boots of yours. Sit down, Ikkaku."
"Why the hell do you have that shit?"
"This would be much easier to do if you'd sit down, Ikkaku."
With another long sigh, Ikkaku sat down in the closest available chair while Yumichika stepped into the bathroom to wash his hands. The box remained open on the floor now, and Ikkaku peered inside at its contents. He had no clue why all that crap would be needed just to shine his damn boots.
Yumichika was humming cheerfully to himself as he returned, kneeling in front of Ikkaku as he pulled the box closer to him. He chose one of the thicker looking rags as well as well as some saddle soap, which looked more like a stick of butter than anything. Dipping the rag in a cup of water he'd brought back with him, Yumichika added some of the soap and then began to clean the boots one at a time. He carefully removed the dust from every inch of the leather, even working around the laces and at the tongues. By the time he'd finished, the boots already looked like an entirely different pair from what Ikkaku had brought home.
"Hey, that ain't bad Yumichika! They look much-"
Putting the rag away with one hand, Yumichika used his other to shove Ikkaku back into the chair as he tried to stand. "Not finished yet!" Ikkaku gave a perplexed blink, stuttered a few confused and half-hearted protests, then settled back down.
Yumichika next pulled out a large metal tin. Popping off the top, Ikkaku saw that it was filled with thick black shoe polish. While this didn't surprise him, the sight of his well-manicured friend pushing his fingers through the polish and applying it to the left boot with his bare hands. Ikkaku couldn't help but stare as Yumichika lovingly worked the polish over the boot, massaging it in bit by bit. The friction seemed to warm his feet through the leather, a sensation that was actually quite pleasant. Ikkaku felt torn between the urge to lean back and relax and his fascination in watching Yumichika work. In turn, Yumichika seemed to be enjoying this more and more despite how black his hands were becoming. He leaned into each motion and began breathing heavier as he lifted the boot up between his legs to prop it up as he worked at the hard-to-reach places.
Yumichika moved to the other boot, repeating his actions with even more enthusiasm than before. Then back again to the first boots, going over each a few more times. Now and then he'd nuzzle his head against Ikkaku, look up at him from between the man's legs and wet his lips. Feeling himself growing hard, Ikkaku decided to play back a bit. Each time Yumichika propped his boot between his legs, Ikkaku would push back against him roughly, applying firm and steady pressure. By the time Yumichika was cleaning off the extra polish, they were both breathless and feeling quite warm. Ikkaku could barely hold himself back from yanking the other man up and dragging him to the bed. As it turned out, it was worth the wait.
Now completely enthralled in his work, Yumichika took to lapping at the now-shining leather with his tongue, oblivious to his black-stained hands or the slight taste of polish still clinging to the boot. He worked each boot over with his tongue as if making love to it, breathing in the scent with soft, airy moans. Ikkaku grit his teeth in an effort to keep his cool as he watched Yumichika's tongue stroke so insistently at the leather. After what felt like an eternity, Yumichika parted Ikkaku's legs further and worked his mouth up the inside of his right leg, his breath warm through the cloth of Ikkaku's pants.
Hurriedly undoing Ikkaku's pants, Yumichika glanced up at his friend with a wicked grin. This time however it was Yumichika's turn to get an unexpected reaction. Ikkaku promptly burst out laughing.
"Yumichika.... I'm sorry but if... *snort* if you're going to blow me, could you clean up first?"
Blinking in hazy confusion, Yumichika turned to look in the mirror on the open closet door. His lips bore the brunt of his work, smeared black from the polish, with a polish-smudged mustache and goatee to complete the look.
Yumichika's scream of horror was said to be heard from the other side of Karakura town.
Pairing: Ikkaku/Yumichika
Length: Ficlet - I should put some actual drabbles in my drabble journal.
Rating: PG-13, possibly a bit higher
Warnings: Boot blacking, boot worship, and implied gay smexings
Requested by: Me. Mmm, boots.
Though Ikkaku would never admit it, he'd felt a small uncomfortable pang at Yumichika's expression upon unveiling the boots he'd bought from the second-hand shop. He hadn't expected his friend to praise his fashion sense - obviously the two didn't see eye to eye on such things - but he hadn't expected him to cringe at them.
"Ikkaku... those will never do."
Giving a patient sigh, Ikkaku glanced down at the leather combat boots. Sure, they weren't sporting a military shine, but they were in pretty good condition. Just a few scuffs really. He thought they were pretty badass, actually. They made him want to find a reason to clomp around in them, maybe pick a fight so he could show the toe to someone up close and personal.
Yumichika shuffled around in the closet a moment before pulling out a small, polished metal box. "Sit down, Ikkaku."
"What the hell is that?"
"Just a few things to fix up those boots of yours. Sit down, Ikkaku."
"Why the hell do you have that shit?"
"This would be much easier to do if you'd sit down, Ikkaku."
With another long sigh, Ikkaku sat down in the closest available chair while Yumichika stepped into the bathroom to wash his hands. The box remained open on the floor now, and Ikkaku peered inside at its contents. He had no clue why all that crap would be needed just to shine his damn boots.
Yumichika was humming cheerfully to himself as he returned, kneeling in front of Ikkaku as he pulled the box closer to him. He chose one of the thicker looking rags as well as well as some saddle soap, which looked more like a stick of butter than anything. Dipping the rag in a cup of water he'd brought back with him, Yumichika added some of the soap and then began to clean the boots one at a time. He carefully removed the dust from every inch of the leather, even working around the laces and at the tongues. By the time he'd finished, the boots already looked like an entirely different pair from what Ikkaku had brought home.
"Hey, that ain't bad Yumichika! They look much-"
Putting the rag away with one hand, Yumichika used his other to shove Ikkaku back into the chair as he tried to stand. "Not finished yet!" Ikkaku gave a perplexed blink, stuttered a few confused and half-hearted protests, then settled back down.
Yumichika next pulled out a large metal tin. Popping off the top, Ikkaku saw that it was filled with thick black shoe polish. While this didn't surprise him, the sight of his well-manicured friend pushing his fingers through the polish and applying it to the left boot with his bare hands. Ikkaku couldn't help but stare as Yumichika lovingly worked the polish over the boot, massaging it in bit by bit. The friction seemed to warm his feet through the leather, a sensation that was actually quite pleasant. Ikkaku felt torn between the urge to lean back and relax and his fascination in watching Yumichika work. In turn, Yumichika seemed to be enjoying this more and more despite how black his hands were becoming. He leaned into each motion and began breathing heavier as he lifted the boot up between his legs to prop it up as he worked at the hard-to-reach places.
Yumichika moved to the other boot, repeating his actions with even more enthusiasm than before. Then back again to the first boots, going over each a few more times. Now and then he'd nuzzle his head against Ikkaku, look up at him from between the man's legs and wet his lips. Feeling himself growing hard, Ikkaku decided to play back a bit. Each time Yumichika propped his boot between his legs, Ikkaku would push back against him roughly, applying firm and steady pressure. By the time Yumichika was cleaning off the extra polish, they were both breathless and feeling quite warm. Ikkaku could barely hold himself back from yanking the other man up and dragging him to the bed. As it turned out, it was worth the wait.
Now completely enthralled in his work, Yumichika took to lapping at the now-shining leather with his tongue, oblivious to his black-stained hands or the slight taste of polish still clinging to the boot. He worked each boot over with his tongue as if making love to it, breathing in the scent with soft, airy moans. Ikkaku grit his teeth in an effort to keep his cool as he watched Yumichika's tongue stroke so insistently at the leather. After what felt like an eternity, Yumichika parted Ikkaku's legs further and worked his mouth up the inside of his right leg, his breath warm through the cloth of Ikkaku's pants.
Hurriedly undoing Ikkaku's pants, Yumichika glanced up at his friend with a wicked grin. This time however it was Yumichika's turn to get an unexpected reaction. Ikkaku promptly burst out laughing.
"Yumichika.... I'm sorry but if... *snort* if you're going to blow me, could you clean up first?"
Blinking in hazy confusion, Yumichika turned to look in the mirror on the open closet door. His lips bore the brunt of his work, smeared black from the polish, with a polish-smudged mustache and goatee to complete the look.
Yumichika's scream of horror was said to be heard from the other side of Karakura town.