THE END

A/N: For the eternally lovable ginniejazz.
WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, fluff, unbetaed and very short.
FANDOM: Bleach.
PAIRING: Ichigo/Chad.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Chad or Ichigo. The end.

If anyone had told Ichigo that, by some random occurrence of teen hormones and a lovesick proclamation, that he would have utterly dominated his taller friend in bed and fucked him like a girl, he would have laughed, or beat the hell out of the one whom suggested such nonsense, or both.

Maybe not the beating up bit, but it sounded good in theory.

He wasn't gay.

Chad wasn't gay.

Thus, no awkward teenage butt sex. The end.

If the poor fool had then suggested that, after said glorious one minute and forty five seconds of virginal lovemaking, and finally getting some noise out of Chad, that they would have spent the night cuddling like lovebirds, he would have gotten a bit testy and rolled his eyes.

He and Chad just weren't the cuddly type...

Maybe Chad, but he doubted it.

And both not gay, thus, no awkward teenage butt sex. The end.

And finally, if the dumb shit had insinuated that in the morning, said tall lover would be cooking a full breakfast wearing a little ruffle and lace trimmed pink apron, happy and pleased and ready to indulge Ichigo's every culinary desire, he would have called the local psyche ward and reported that he had found a missing inmate.

He wasn't gay.

Chad wasn't gay.

Neither of them were the cuddly type.

Chad certainly wasn't the one whom you'd look at and think 'housewife' material.

Not gay, not cuddly, not housewife-y, thus, no awkward teenage butt sex, cuddles, or Chad in an apron doing a rather convincing impression of a thrilled new bride. The end.

And yet, it had happened.

Chad was silent, as the usual, but smiling. He seemed so happy, so radiant, his utter bliss seemed almost visible. He stirred something on the stove, whatever it was, it wasn't Japanese in origin, smelling strongly of herbs and spices. Ichigo watched as he methodically and carefully chopped and mixed, humming something quietly as he worked.

Ichigo didn't really feel comfortable admitting it, but Chad was really pretty right now.

Soon enough, food was served, and it was so good. Chad was really talented when it came to cooking. The food was warm, well seasoned, and delicious. Chad sat down, that apron still on, and every time Ichigo looked over at him, a small blush graced his face.

Ok, maybe they were a little gay...

And maybe they were a little cuddly...

Maybe there was some awkward, but very enjoyable teenage butt sex...

And Chad did do a fabulous new bride impression...

But even so, Ichigo could get used to this. Definitely. The end.