"We're sorry. We are unable to open this file at the moment."
Ichigo read the message on his laptop screen for the twelfth time in the last hour. He had opened and closed the program and restarted his computer. He even called the damn help line! Nothing had worked, and he was ready to just throw the piece of junk in the trash.
He still had a full week before his essay on Lagrange Multipliers was due. It was almost done but he was unsure if he'd have any other free time before then to finish it.
He sighed and sat back in his desk chair. He would be attending a party with his family the following night. His Saturdays where always taken up by his training at the dojo, along with Monday and Wednesday night and Thursday mornings. He had promised Yuzu and Karen that he would take them shopping for prom dresses on Sunday. While most people would think that it would only take a few hours in the afternoon, his youngest sister would make it into a full day event with brunch in the morning, going to multiple stores to make sure that she found 'the one', dinner in the early evening and shoe shopping after that. It would sound like a complete nightmare to most men but Ichigo knew he needed to cherish the time he had with his beloved sisters before they left to study abroad in the coming fall. If he left the final editing now it would only leave Tuesday evening after his classes were finished and he couldn't guaranty that something wouldn't come up. He picked up his phone just as it beeped with a new message.
He hadn't actually received a message at all. It was a picture. A picture of a very attractive, very well-built man.
His long red hair was loose, falling over his large shoulders making the ink black tribal tattoos stand out even more. Ichigo followed the patterns all the way down the mans perfectly defined abs until they came to a stop just above his track pants. Renji had a thumb hooked into the front hem, drawing them dangerously low, showing that, yes, the v-shape that was chiseled into his pelvic did indeed go all the way down.
Ichigo snorted. He couldn't lie, he was slightly aroused by the picture, but his boyfriend could be such a loser sometimes. Who did he thing he was? Brad Pitt? He pressed the small phone icon at the top left corner of the chat and pressed the speaker icon that popped next. He put the phone back down on the desk and waited for it to stop ringing.
"Don't tell me I turned you on so much that you want to ditch your home work and come over." A rough, husky voice said over the phone.
"Actually, I was about to call you when the picture came threw." Ichigo did his best to hide the arousal in his voice. "My essay won't open."
There was a disappointed huff on the other side, "I send you the best 'come and get it' picture of all times and you want me to come and fix your computer? You know how much effort I put into that?"
Ichigo laughed. "Just two more weeks until the end of finals and then I promise I will never pick my grades over your cock again."
"That's because you'll be done school, asshole." Renji tried to sound upset but Ichigo could tell he was enjoying the playful bantering.
He clicked the restart icon again and watched his computer shut down for the third time. "Are you coming or not?"
"Give me fifteen." Renji hung up the phone, leaving Ichigo in silence.
He couldn't believe after six years of boring classes he would be done in just a couple of weeks. He had majored in Mathamatics all the way threw university and would be graduating with honors. He originally hadn't cared what he majored in. All he knew is that he wanted a degree in something that wasn't medical related. His marks where at the top of his class during high school but it was his skill in kendo which had gotten him a free ride to one of the best universities in the country, not that his family worried about money. He more picked the school because of its good kendo team. It was shortly after his first term started that he fell in love with the subject and would now graduate with a Master of Mathematics and Statistics.
There had been pressure from his parents to go to the same school that they had attended and either become a doctor like is father or a Hospital Director like his mother. The Kurosaki family had owned the hospital for multiple generations and his parents couldn't hide their disappointment that their only son didn't show an interest in the field. He knew they'd get over it. Both of his twin sisters loved helping at the hospital in their free time and would undoubtably both become doctors.
Ichigo had given up on tampering with the laptop and was sprawled out on the living room couch when there was on the door. His apartment was small, but it was nice. A 60" TV hung on the wall across from the sofa. Under it was a large, Victorian style fireplace that he had never put to use. It was mostly just used as a stand for his gaming consoles. The ceilings where twelve feet high with large windows covering one wall. During the day the apartment was flooded with natural light that complemented the wood and brick work.
His living room and kitchen were joined in an open concept style, separated by a large island, with enough room for a work space, dining table, a couch and two recliners on either side. He glided over the shag rug until his feet hit reclaimed hardwood and opened the door.
"You said fifteen. It's been twenty-five." He scowled at Renji as the redhead wrapped his arms around the smaller male.
Renji gave a small smirk and pecked him on the nose. "But I had to pick up this!" He exclaimed as he unwrapped his arms from his boyfriend's shoulders and pulled out a small bottle on lube from his back pocket.
Ichigo's face turned red. "I said not tonight! I'm busy!" he exclaimed. The tattooed man really was a horny basterd.
"How else are you going to repay me for saving your butt?" Renji squeezed in-between the door and Ichigo's body, making sure to give the shorter male's ass a firm grab as he passed and made his way over to the work station that was set up on the far wall of the room, just bellow the mass of windows.
Renji had gone to MIT in the States for four years. He had graduated two years before Ichigo and now worked at a leading tech company that was owned by his adopted family. Renji had been adopted into the Kuchiki family at the age of fifteen, when his best friend's late sister had married the head of the household.
That's how Ichigo and Renji had met.
The Kurosaki and the Kuchiki Families had close financial affiliations for generations. Not all were completely legal, exactly. Shortly into his senior year of high school his father had sat Ichigo down and explained the family business to him. While his mother and father were dedicated to their love for the hospital, it was more just a front, a way to launder the money that came from the real business. The Kurosaki family, along with multiple other families, controlled the entire north side of the city. The Shinigamis, as the organisation called themselves, controlled anything and everything from drug and gun trade to small and large businesses. Most large business where owned by the other families in the gang anyways.
It became clear to the orange haired boy shortly after that it didn't matter what he went to school for, he would be inheriting his fathers' seat on the Shinigami board whether he liked it or not.
"There you go." Renji said before Ichigo could lock the door. Glancing over his shoulder he could see that his essay was already open on the screen.
Ichigo's eye twitched. "I swear you do things to it when I'm not looking just so I have to need you." He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his grey lounge pants and strolled over to the kitchen. "Do you want a beer before you go?" He said as he opened the fridge and bent over, attempting to grab himself one of the cold bottles that were always fully stocked there but before he could Renji was behind him, grinding his hardness into Ichigo's ass.
"You're really going to kick me out just like that?" He said in a husky, bedroom voice. Ichigo stood up straight, doing his best to get out of the vulnerable position.
"Renji, I really have to get this done." He turned around, coming face to face with the taller man. He knew it didn't matter what he said, as soon as he let the redhead into his home he should have known that he wouldn't be getting any work done.
Renji leaned forward and closed the short distance between their mouths. Knowing that there was no point in putting up a fight, Ichigo gave in and let the broad male take charge. Ichigo was pushed up against the fridge within seconds of submission with the hot mouth consuming his, Renji's hands on either side of his head.
They parted after a short time when the need for air became to strong. The bigger man took the opportunity while Ichigo had a shortness of breath and picked him up by the waist and started making his way to the bedroom. Ichigo yelped in surprise and wrapped his long legs around him.
While Renji was busy making sure he didn't trip or drop the smaller man, Ichigo brought his head down to the tattooed neck and started trailing light kisses below the ear. If he was going to let this happen he didn't plan on just taking it.
He let out another surprised yelp as Renji dropped him onto the king size bed and quickly stripped himself of his shirt and pants. He should have known it was going to be that way as soon as he saw the picture. Renji was eager and wouldn't be spending much time on foreplay. Following his boyfriends lead, Ichigo stripped himself of his long-sleeved t-shirt as Renji made quick work of yanking off the cotton pants. Renji smirked when he saw that Ichigo had been going commando.
Ichigo was quickly flipped onto all fours and two figures were swiftly pushed inside him. "Okay." Ichigo thought. "That's unexpected." Usually Renji would work him up to penetration a little bit, no matter how eager he was to be inside him.
After just a few thrust of his figures, not even bothering to find his sweet spot, Renji pulled out the fingers and lined himself up with Ichigo's entrance. Noticing that it was slick and wet Ichigo figured that Renji must have lubed himself as he had been half-ass preparing him.
Ichigo was no virgin but when Renji fully buried himself inside his ass in one swift motion, he swore in pain. It wasn't overly painful and Ichigo could take it with no problem, but It wasn't like Renji to be this rough in the bedroom. Even when he was in the mood for rough sex, he was usually a warm and tender lover, always making sure Ichigo was comfortable before he started pounding into him. Renji didn't even take a second before he started thrusting quick and hard in and out of him. After a few minutes of almost violent thrusting Renji snaked a hand around to Ichigo's throbbing dick and started moving his hand in rhythm with his own thrust. Hey, just because it was a little uncomfortable, didn't mean he didn't like it.
After a few short thrust Renji stilled and Ichigo could feel his hot seed spill deep inside him causing him to climax as well. Renji pulled out and fell onto the bed beside him.
"What the hell was that for?" Ichigo asked as he rolled onto his back. He could tell already that his tail bone would be sore the next morning. He looked at the side of Renji's face as the red head stared at the ceiling.
Renji slowly turned his head to look back into Ichigo's eyes. There was no hint of emotion when he said "The Espada are going to be at the party tomorrow."