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Craving Strawberry Surprise	By : roguebitch Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The condoms in this section are an actual thing. You can see them at:
http://www.ebay.com/itm/san-x-rilakkuma-honey-okamoto-condoms-condom-10-pcs-/181182006933
and
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8vjBMVzm3s/UHUfg1FaaoI/AAAAAAAAKmw/j8aocZWjpn0/s950/big+boy+L.jpg
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Ichigo led Sam into a drugstore. Some things were pretty universal, and even in Japan the merchandise gave it away.
Ichigo orbited the outside aisles before finally making his way down the appropriate row. He then made a couple of quick passes by the shelves of lube and condoms. He glanced at them out of the corners of his eyes, shoulders hunched. Sam saw a dusting of pink along the tops of his ears and his cheekbones.

Sam trailed after him, incredibly amused at Ichigo’s performance.

“I could probably do this myself, if it bothers you,” he offered, and Ichigo’s head snapped up. He gave Sam a poisonous look that only intensified as Sam grinned at him.

“You don’t even know what you’re looking for,” he grumbled.

“It doesn’t seem like you do, either,” Sam pointed out. Ichigo made a disgusted noise and turned back to the shelves.

Sam picked up a box and examined it. The graphic on the front was of a stack of pancakes being slathered with honey and two cartoon bears blissfully eating them. “Okamoto Condoms,” he said out loud, reading the only English on the box. The cartoon bears were a little off-putting. Ichigo snatched it out of his hand and put it back on the shelf with a little more force than was strictly necessary.

“Not those.”

Sam picked it back up. “Why not?” When Ichigo tried to grab it again, Sam held it up, out of his reach. Ichigo drove an elbow into Sam’s ribs. Sam dropped the box to clutch his side, and Ichigo caught it on its way down to the floor.

“I thought you brought your own,” Ichigo said, putting the box back.

“You are such a punk,” Sam griped, rubbing his side. “And yes, I did bring my own.”

“Well, I don’t want these,” Ichigo replied.

“Why not?”

“Seriously? Did you see the box?”

“It’s cute.”

“Exactly.”

Sam stepped in close to Ichigo and murmured, “But you’re cute, too.”

Ichigo turned crimson. “Oh my god, shut up.”

Ichigo moved down the aisle further to a shelf that had more serious-looking boxes on them. Sam browsed behind him until a particular box caught his eye. It had a photo of a horse’s head on it. He couldn’t resist pulling out his phone and taking a picture of it for Dean.

“Hey, Ichigo,” Sam called. Ichigo turned and Sam held the box up, waggling it back and forth. “Think I should get these for myself?”

Ichigo raked a scathing gaze up and down Sam’s body. “They might be a little bit too big for you.”

Sam laughed. “Maybe for you?”

“Wouldn’t you be the better judge of that?” Ichigo turned back to the shelves. “Could you please shut up so I can figure out what I need here.”

Sam suddenly realized what Ichigo intended with buying condoms and mentally smacked himself upside the head. He sidled closer.

“Do I get to have some say on the kind you get?”

“What the hell for?”

“Unless you have much more interesting things planned for when I’m gone, I assume you’re going to use them with me. Or in me,” Sam continued, enjoying the look of mounting fury and embarrassment Ichigo wore. “I could probably give you some useful input.”

Ichigo scrubbed his hands through his hair, grimacing. “Just...go stand over there or something, okay? I really can’t do this with you hovering over me.”

Seeing that Ichigo was at the limit of his tolerance, Sam moved down the row to examine the bottles of lube and left him alone. He studiously avoided even the appearance of looking at what Ichigo was doing. He just barely escaped actually sticking his hands in his pockets and whistling.

Sam had never considered the possibility that Ichigo might want to fuck him. His whole mental process had been focused on whether or not Ichigo would be receptive to his advances. He realized that somewhere in his mind he’d had this idea that Ichigo would be pliant, virginal, in awe of Sam’s greater experience.

Virginal, yes, but pliant? As if Ichigo would be pliant about anything. As if Ichigo’s awe, if he had any, would ever hold him back from throwing himself headlong into what he wanted. As if Ichigo wouldn’t be angry and fight his own ignorance with action.

Jesus, what an ego I have, Sam thought ruefully. Of course Ichigo would want to do to Sam whatever Sam did to him. If Sam had been thinking with his brain instead of his dick, he would have figured that out a long time ago.

Ichigo finally picked a couple of boxes off the shelf and headed for the register, shoulder-checking Sam on his way past.

“We going?”

“We’re going.”

The guy at the register gave Sam and Ichigo a knowing leer while ringing them up, but his expression faded at Sam’s thousand-yard don’t-fuck-with-me glare. Ichigo seemed equally annoyed as he snatched the bag from the cashier and turned to go.

“Here, let me carry that,” Sam put the sack in his messenger bag as they left the store. “Is it lunchtime? Because I’m kind of hungry. Let’s get something to eat.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Ichigo looked incredulous.

“Hey, we’re going to need a lot of energy for what I’ve got planned. I need fuel.”

Ichigo muttered “Komattahito*,” under his breath, then said, grudgingly, “Fine. Noodles.”

Sam grinned at Ichigo’s back. He was so much fun to wind up.

They stopped at the first place Ichigo saw, where Sam got a giant bowl of ramen, along with some bean buns. He ate slowly, savoring his food, which forced Ichigo to do the same, expression grouchy.

“You’re torturing me, aren’t you?” Ichigo finally said.

“Maybe,” Sam said, slurping up some noodles. “I’m giving you time to figure out what you want. And time to get used to the idea of what we’re going to do. Plus, you’re just really fun to tease.”

“Could you be more patronizing?” Ichigo snapped, and stood. “I know exactly what I want. I’ve been thinking about it for at least a year. I’m heading back and I’ll start without you if you can’t keep up.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up as his imagination supplied him with an image of Ichigo getting himself off, feverishly stroking his dick, sweating and moaning Sam’s name in the same way as he had the night before.

There was also the fact that Sam wasn’t entirely sure how to get back to their hotel. He almost knocked over his chair going after Ichigo, and caught up with him after half a block.

“God, you’re a brat.” Sam said, grinning at him. Ichigo smirked.

They didn’t speak all the way back to their room. Sam started stripping as soon as the door closed, and Ichigo stared at him in disbelief.

“Now what are you doing?” he demanded.

“Taking a shower. I feel kind of sweaty and gross.”
Ichigo gaped at him until Sam undid his pants and kicked them off. Then his gaze traveled with unabashed hunger up and down Sam’s body. Sam headed for the bathroom.

“You coming?” Sam tossed over his shoulder, grinning as he heard Ichigo flinging off his clothes.
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*"Pain in my ass,"
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