Title: Free One

Fandom: Bleach

Rating: M, sex, language.

Description: Shuuhei has a little fun with Ichigo on a motorcycle and starts something unexpected, pissing off friends in the process. A story about love and discovering your sexuality. YAOI. M, sex and language. ShuuheixIchigo. Lemon.

Disclaimer: Bleach is created and owned by Tite Kubo, I merely pay homage to characters and a story I love.

A/N: This was going to be one shot, but I'll go ahead and go a whole story. There's hardly any of these two at all. I guess I just like my crack pairings, what can I say? Shuuhei is too hot for his own good, I pretty much think anyone could be paired with him and I'd be ok with it.

I hate pulling filler anime into things, I'm a manga person myself, but I needed a reason for Shuuhei to be there.

Motorcycle Ride

"So why are you guys still here again?" asked Renji over his sake, sitting at one of his favorite bars in Karakura Town.

"Something something bounts," Shuuhei said.

"Research," Kira clarified. "We're supposed to be going over the destroyed bount hideouts to see if we can bring back anything of interest."

"I thought it was something about needing full information for our final mission report?" asked Shuuhei. "It was unclear, I just said yes because they don't make cocktails like these in the soul society."

"You said yes because you wanted to ignore the paperwork that built up since we left," Kira added.

"That too. Don't tell me that you're here because you care about research of some race we just basically wiped out?"

"It seems like everyone is here in the world of the living, I didn't want to just be alone doing nothing," Kira answered with a shrug.

"Nothing but a giant pile of paperwork," Shuuhei said.

"Come on, can't you at least admit you miss me?" Renji said with a grin, throwing an arm over Kira's shoulder.

"I miss you," Kira replied, "...buying my sake," he finished to the laughter of the group.

"Damn it," Renji said, as his soul pager beeped. "Who's the least drunk?"

"I call not it!" yelled Rangiku, waking up from her drunken stupor temporarily.

"Fine, I'll go," Renji said.

"I'll come with," Shuuhei said, getting up.

The hollow was big, but not very strong. Renji took care of it quickly.

"Shuuhei, where the hell are you?" he yelled into the air.

He found him on the sidewalk, ogling a parked motorcycle.

"Thanks for the help," Renji said sarcastically.

"You could have spit on that thing and killed it," Shuuhei replied, not looking away from the shiny bike in front of him.

"Have you seen these things?" he asked Renji.

"Yeah, Ichigo is borrowing one. Ever since his birthday he's wanted one, but his dad said he had to learn to how to drive one first so he got one on loan from a friend."

"You think he'd let me try?"

"Are you kidding? You wouldn't have a clue how to operate that thing."

"It didn't look hard. The woman that came on it made it look pretty easy. It looked like riding a horse," Shuuhei said. "A really fast, loud, metal horse," he finished, eyes gleaming.

Renji sighed. What the hell was with these two? He hadn't understood Ichigo going all googly-eyed over the things either.

"You should probably know that the reason that Ichigo's dad is trying to convince not to get one is because he says that they are death traps," Renji mentioned.

"Really?" It was the wrong thing to say because now Shuuhei sounded even more interested.

"Look, if you want I can talk to Ichigo about it. You can't ride one yourself but he can probably give you a ride around on one while he drives."

Shuuhei looked a little doubtful.

"Closest you're gonna get," Renji said.

"Sure," agreed Shuuhei.

There were a series of abandoned warehouses at one of the further reaches of town, surrounded by large empty parking lots and grass covered fields. Ichigo had been coming there to practice his riding, and it was a common hang out for people to race, being a little too far for cops to come out often. Luckily Ichigo had learned pretty fast, or he would have been embarrassed in front of the semi-pro racers that would come around on the weekends.

"Ok, Shuuhei, one thing," Renji was saying, while Ichigo was off getting his spare helmet. "You leave Ichigo alone, ok?"

"Alone how?"

"You know what I mean Mr. Man-whore. He's completely innocent and not into guys, so hands off."

"Man-whore? Not that you're jealous or anything," grinned Shuuhei.

"Yeah, who wants constant sex?" joked Renji. "Of course I'm not jealous of your over the top random sexual encounters with people too hot to even look at me."

"Well, if you're really interested…" Shuuhei said, with a raised eyebrow.

"See, that. Don't do that. Actually, you probably can, he's pretty clueless. I swear these humans sometimes are like babies," Renji said.

Ichigo couldn't really hear what they were talking about as he was walking his bike closer to them, but he definitely heard himself being called clueless and a baby.

"See you guys later! Don't die in a ditch or anything!" Renji called over his shoulder as he walked away. Watching people drive in circles wasn't his idea of a good time, especially when dinner time was fast approaching.

"Hey Ichigo," someone pulled up on a motorcycle. Shuuhei didn't know enough about bikes to tell what kind it was, but it looked a look sleeker and infinitely more expensive than the one Ichigo had in his hands.

The person pulled off his helmet, revealing an attractive young face. Shuuhei was still busy admiring the armor…or whatever you'd call the padding the guy was wearing. It all matched the bike, yellow and black. The man chatted with Ichigo for awhile, then looked over at Shuuhei.

"Ha!" thought Shuuhei. Ichigo might not be gay but he definitely recognized that look; that was the look of someone looking over a rival.

"Well, I gotta get going, Ichigo," the man said. "Are you going to be here tomorrow?" Shuuhei could feel the unspoken part of his question, "alone"?

"Yeah, I'll be here," Ichigo said waving as the man rode off.

"Well, looks like you have an admirer," said Shuuhei with a grin.

Ichigo looked up. "Who, Ryo?" He genuinely sounded confused.

"How cute, you didn't even notice," Shuuhei said.

Ichigo blushed. "Hey, shut up!"

"I think you should go for it," Shuuhei said, continuing to tease Ichigo. "He's hot and it looks like he's got money too."

"I'm not…I don't like guys," Ichigo said, wondering why the hell he was even having this conversation with someone he only kind of knew.

"Well, you know what I say?" Shuuhei said, "Everyone gets one free!"

"What does that mean?"

"I mean, how do you know you don't like it if you don't even try?"

Shuuhei was pleasantly surprised that Ichigo could turn even redder. He laughed at Ichigo's discomfort. "You're pretty clueless, kid."

Ok, being called clueless twice in a day was pushing it. Being called both a baby and a kid in the same day was pushing it too far. Ichigo's eyes narrowed. "I'm not," he said simply.

"Oh come on, that guy has probably been hitting on you for weeks and you never knew," Shuuhei said, unfortunately completely accurately once Ichigo thought about it. "It's ok," Shuuhei continued, "Some people just don't have the knack for flirting."

Fine, Ichigo was thinking, I'll show you how truly clueless I can be.

Outwardly he shrugged, "Well, whatever. Let's go over safety rules."

"First of all, take off that ridiculous jacket, it's too loose and will drive you crazy when it's whipping around," Ichigo paused. "Who the hell dressed you, Renji?"

Now it was Shuuhei's turn to be a little embarrassed. Ichigo was, unfortunately, right.

"Um, I guess I should go shopping. Renji and I don't really have the same tastes…or size…" he said. He had been admiring Ichigo's clothes though, which was a lot more to his style, or at least what he thought might be his style here in the real world. It didn't look goofy to him like Renji's clothes did; they were form fitting, dark colored, and seemed fairly comfortable.

Ichigo had noticed the scrutiny his clothes had been going under. "See something you like?" he said, turning around slightly. He laughed to himself when Shuuhei gasped a little.

Ok, he obviously didn't mean that to come out like it did, Shuuhei thought to himself.

"If you like I can show you where I got them. I'd let you borrow mine but you're a little bit bigger than me," especially in the chest and arms, Ichigo thought. I train a lot, why aren't I built like that?

"Um," Shuuhei said. To himself he was saying, "I did not just check out this kid's ass". He still wasn't used to people wearing pants so tight though, so it wasn't really his fault.

"Anyways, you're going to have to sit fairly close to me on the back, keep your arms around my waist," Ichigo continued.

Shuuhei hadn't really thought of that. Then again, how did he think he was going to ride?

"I won't be able to hear you once we get going between the speed, the engine, and our helmets, so if you want to go faster squeeze my right knee, to go slower my left."

"Your…knees…?" Shuuhei asked. No wonder Renji had taken time to warn him off, this kid was a disaster waiting to happen.

"Well, exactly what else are you going to grab while you're holding on for dear life?" Ichigo asked.

It was a valid point. Shuuhei had been watching some of the other bikes go by at amazing speeds; he'd want to have a pretty firm grip on Ichigo.

Ichigo was happy to see that he had at least slightly flustered Shuuhei.

"Give me a second to check over my bike," he said.

Oh god, thought Shuuhei, watching as Ichigo crouched on all fours, peering into the mysterious machinery, seemingly pulling at random things. This really shouldn't be turning me on, why the hell is it turning me on? Just because Renji said hands off? Because this spastic kid keeps saying stupid things?

"You probably shouldn't do that," Shuuhei said finally.

"It's ok, these boots have shin guards on them, it's good in case you have to get down on your knees like this to work on something. I can stay down for a long time and not worry about getting sore at all," Ichigo said, not looking up. Wait…that probably sounded a little…off. He blushed a little. Shuuhei probably hadn't noticed; he was just being too damn sensitive.

Fuck, Shuuhei thought. That kid needs to stop talking. Also to stop shoving his ass in my face.

"Alright, helmet on," Ichigo said. "Let me adjust that for you," he reached over under Shuuhei's chin and pulled the strap tighter.

He got on the bike, "Ok, hop on."

It is kind of like riding on a horse, thought Shuuhei.

"Since this is your first time, I'm going to start kind of slow; I don't want it to be rough on you. When you start feeling comfortable with it, go ahead and squeeze my knee to let me know you want me to go faster," Ichigo explained.

Can Ichigo really not say anything that I can't take to be sexual in some way? Maybe it's just me. Maybe he could say "sandwich" and I'd take it wrong. Shuuhei tried to collect his thoughts, but was cut short by the start of the engine.

Shuuhei was thrilled with the feeling of the engine roaring between his legs, the pick up of speed, the wind on his face. Damn it, he thought, I'm going to have to be careful. Just don't think about the fact that you have a hot little virgin who has been saying semi-dirty things to you between your legs. Ignore how fantastic the engine vibration feels. Ignore how…

Ichigo slowed down and stopped, pulling up the visor on his helmet so that he could talk. "Hey Shuuhei," he said. "You need to loosen up. You're being way too tense, you should be enjoying this."

Shuuhei didn't say anything. He also was trying to not think anything because he was pretty sure whatever it was would be perverted.

"Don't be intimidated, just relax and go with the flow," Ichigo explained.

"Sure," Shuuhei agreed.

They started out again. This time Shuuhei was able to enjoy it better. Once he felt he had gotten over the initial feeling of moving on the contraption, he squeezed Ichigo's right knee to let him know to go faster. Ichigo shifted gears and kicked the engine up a notch.

I am so losing this round with myself, Shuuhei thought.

It was just too erotic for him. Ichigo was too close, the fact that he was straddling this crazy powerful machine whizzing by scenery, and all that time he had spent trying to not stare (and failing) at Ichigo's ass, was just too much.

Yeah, he's going to start noticing really soon that I'm really "loosening up", thought Shuuhei. He wanted to go faster, but this time he couldn't help himself. Instead of removing his hand from around Ichigo's chest and then clasping his knee, he traced it along Ichigo's body, across his stomach, hip, and thigh.

Ichigo automatically went faster, even as his mind was screaming "what the hell?"

He could definitely feel Shuuhei, hard behind him, poking him in his back. Ichigo wasn't really sure what he should do. He also was trying to ignore the fact that even before Shuuhei had touched him he was enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped around him a little too much.

Fuck, he thought, which was pretty much what Shuuhei was also thinking.

Shuuhei pulled himself closer to Ichigo, his hands traveling down his chest, pulling at his hips.

I am so going to get us killed, Shuuhei thought. New gigai for us both I guess (forgetting for a moment that Ichigo had a real body that would very much suffer from winding up as road kill).

Ichigo found his eyes inadvertently closing as he felt Shuuhei's hand massage at him. Shit, he thought, quickly opening them, and beginning to slow down.

Shuuhei was now giving up all pretenses and rubbing his hands over Ichigo's pants, happy to feel from that hardness he felt there that he wasn't alone in feeling all riled up.

Ichigo felt Shuuhei grip his erection, and was very happy that he was now almost stopped. This is stupid, he was telling himself, trying to get his heartbeat under control. I'm not even gay. "Everyone gets one free," he remembered Shuuhei saying. That's stupid though, I don't believe that….he moaned as Shuuhei pressed into him harder from the back.

He pulled under a tree, throwing out the kick stand and putting the bike into idle.

Damn these odd pants, thought Shuuhei, fumbling with Ichigo's.

Ichigo took off his helmet just as Shuuhei got his pants opened, still sitting on the motorcycle. He hissed as Shuuhei's bare hand touched his bare cock, pulling him out of his underwear. For a couple of seconds he just leaned back into Shuuhei, enjoying the feeling, before turning around. A small part of his brain wondered how ridiculous his must look with his dick hanging out of his pants. He took off Shuuhei's helmet.

Shuuhei was breathing deeply, happy to get that damned thing off. His eyes were on fire, desire radiating from them. The look of pure lust almost shocked Ichigo, until he realized that he probably had the same look in his eyes. He could feel the heat coming off of his body, the dryness in his mouth. Ichigo hadn't really been making any decisions up to that point, but looking at Shuuhei look at him that way was more than enough to push him over the edge. He unbuttoned Shuuhei's pants, unzipping them and releasing Shuuhei's engorged member. No underwear huh? That had to be a little painful considering how hard Shuuhei had been prodding him in the back before.

Shuuhei groaned a little as he finally got a little relief.

Ichigo paused a moment before touching him. He had seen men naked before, changing at the school after gym or when showering after karate practice, but it was still different to actually be…doing what he was going to be doing. He had to admit to being impressed though; Shuuhei was definitely built larger than Ichigo had seen before. He reached out, wiping the precum off of the tip of Shuuhei's cock.

"Fuck," Shuuhei said, arching his hips, encouraging Ichigo to please please touch him already. Ichigo relented, and began to stroke Shuuhei's shaft, eliciting a drawn out moan from the man.

Suddenly Shuuhei pulled Ichigo's hips into him, their two erections bumping each other, getting a reaction from both men. Ichigo responded by wrapping his legs around Shuuhei's back. Shuuhei grabbed both of their cocks on his hands and began to pump them.

"Oh god," Ichigo said with feeling. He leaned back.

Shuuhei could barely handle seeing the way that Ichigo's body was right now. He had managed to lean back, his shoulders resting on the crossbar of the still idling bike. His hands were supporting him at the handlebars, his back was arched up, his face looking upward, and his eyes were slightly closed in ecstasy.

"I really really shouldn't be…mmmm…,"Shuuhei's mind was short circuited as Ichigo began to buck up into his hands.

There was really no way it was going to be sustainable for that long, the two of them were just too damn turned on, despite their misgivings about what they were doing.

"Shuuhei," Ichigo cried out.

"Again!" Shuuhei said.

Ichigo understood and cried out louder this time, "Shuuhei!"

"Fuck! Ichigo, damn it…" Shuuhei said.

"I'm going to…" Ichigo began. Shuuhei could feel it as it came, and the noises that Ichigo made when he orgasmed were almost enough to bring him too. He kept pumping both of them; Ichigo's come making the movements more fluid as it dripped down.

"Nnnnnhhhhh…." Shuuhei cried as his body tensed, releasing himself into the air.

They both sat there panting. Ichigo unwrapped his laps from around Shuuhei, trying to stand but finding his legs a little wobbly. As Ichigo stood, Shuuhei took the chance to lean onto the handlebars, trying to get his mind and body back into order again.

"Ichigo," Shuuhei said. They probably really needed to talk.

They both looked up suddenly.

"What the hell? Why are they here?" Ichigo said, slightly panicked.

Shuuhei would have made fun of Ichigo for that if he wasn't feeling more than a little worried about what the hell Renji would do to him. What, he had followed Renji's advice for all of ten minutes? That had to be a record low. He groaned to himself. Renji…

They quickly got dressed.

"Um," said Shuuhei, looking down at his now very messy shirt and pants. Ichigo was better off, but still not completely clean.

"Hold on," Ichigo said, reaching under the seat. For some reason grease always accumulated there and it wasn't hot like the rest of the bike. He smeared the black oil on both of them. Shuuhei laughed. They certainly didn't look clean, but at least they looked more like they had just both worked on a piece of machinery as opposed to covered in remnants of sex.

They got on the bike, and rode over to where they could feel their friends.

Damn it, Shuuhei thought, how am I going to talk to him with everyone around? I owe him that at least.