Hi guys. Sorry for the long wait - school, as usual, has been highly demanding... However, now that holidays are here - FINALLY!! - I can concentrate on writing my stories! YAY!! Anyways, this story is VERY different to my other stories, and is the first time I've ever written something like this so let me know what I did good, bad, etc. You know the deal. Enjoy!
WARNING: YAOI, LEMON
He bit his lip, trying to hold in the groan that was threatening to escape from his lips. As usual, his lover's talented hands and mouth were doing extremely tantalising things to the lower part of his body. He gasped as he felt a soft, warm tongue lick the underside of his throbbing member, which was growing harder by the second. Ishida panted, his glasses beginning to slide of his face as he sweated from the effort of not crying out in ecstasy. If anyone were to be nearby and hear them… All thought ceased as he felt his cock enveloped in the hot, moist cavern that was Kurosaki Ichigo's mouth. Ishida let out a low moan, his hands clenching into fists against the wall, concerns about discovery forgotten. His hands flew to Ichigo's head as he took in more of Ishida, who grunted slightly in pain, sending vibrations running along Ishida's fully erect penis.
Ichigo began moving, ever so slowly, grinning slightly as he could feel Ishida gradually losing control. Despite the number of times Ishida protested against such actions in public places, Ichigo could tell that he enjoyed them too much to give them up. He increased his pace slightly and felt Ishida respond, his hips thrusting faintly. He looked up, pleased at how flushed and disarrayed Ishida was. His eyes began to flutter and roll back into his head; a sign that he was close. He began to speed up some more, massaging Ishida's ass as he did so. Above him he could hear Ishida's breath coming in short, sharp gasps and knew that he was about to come. He swirled his tongue around Ishida's head, causing Ishida to come immediately. His seed shot into Ichigo's mouth, who instantly swallowed it all. He leant back, licking his lips and looking up at Ishida, amusement clear in every line of his face. Ishida looked back down at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
They stayed like that for several moments until Ichigo broke the contact to do up Ishida's pants. After he finished, he stood up and kissed Ishida briefly on the lips, just as the bell rang, announcing the end of lunch.
"You should tidy yourself up, Ishida," Ichigo commented languidly. "You're a mess."
With that, he turned and headed towards the stairs at the other end of the roof. Ishida scoffed, then straightened himself out. After he was done, he also made his way to the stairs, his mind replaying the sublime memory of Ichigo's mouth teasing and fulfilling him. He stirred slightly at the memory, and squashed it down before it could become a problem.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, Ichigo's mind constantly straying towards Ishida. As he began the trek that would lead him home, he thought about the relationship he had with Ishida and sighed. While the sex was great, that's all it really was. Sex, with the rather frequent passionate kisses that almost always lead to sex. Not that there was anything wrong with the sex they had. But Ichigo wanted more. He wanted it to be something meaningful, something more than just a quick romp to relieve sexual desires and frustrations. But how could he broach the subject to Ishida? He was touchy at the best of times and he didn't want to bring it up during sex. It wouldn't seem right. Ichigo sighed again, but this time he wasn't so sad. Bringing this up with Ishida would be a challenge, and that was what Ichigo revelled in. He would figure out a way, no matter how long it took him. With that decision firmly in mind, he picked up his pace, feet no longer dragging.
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"MY SON! YOU HAVE ARRIVED HOME AT LAST!!" cried Isshin, Ichigo's father. He leapt at his son, who dodged with an air of one who was used to this behaviour.
"Hi Dad," Ichigo replied.
Isshin paused, staring after his son. His son never backed down like that. He just walked off. It was highly unusual of his son to do that.
"Hmmm…" Isshin mused to himself. "This requires some serious investigation!"
Having decided that investigating his son's peculiar mood would be beneficial to all involved, Isshin not-so-subtly followed his son to his bedroom door who, upon stepping inside the threshold, told his father that whatever he was trying to do wasn't going to work.
"Besides," he added, "I'm not in the mood."
The door slammed in Isshin's very surprised face. His son would never have given up on a fight like that. Something must have been seriously wrong for his teenage boy to be like this. But then again, Ichigo was in his late teens now and was probably suffering from the typical teenage issues: identity crises, relationship troubles, sexuality confusion and general crazy hormones. But his son was a healthy young man who could take care of himself and, surely, he would ask his worldly father if he had any problems. Of course, there was the problem of Ichigo perhaps being too shy to ask his father about these manly things! Well then, he would have to find out what the problem was and think of a way to get his dear, but unfortunately unguided, son.
Ichigo flopped back onto his bed, thinking. The more he thought about it, the surer he became. He didn't want his… relationship to be a purely physical, sexual, thing. He wanted it to be meaningful; he wanted an emotional connection in this relationship. But at the same time, he didn't want to ruin the amicable friendship that they had – that was, of course, not counting the sexual side of it. He valued the Quincy's thoughts and opinions, even though they didn't often agree with his own, and he knew he would always be able to count on Ishida to lend a helping hand for anything. They got along well together, and he didn't want to force pressure and awkwardness on Ishida that would probably end up driving them apart.
Tilting his head slightly, Ichigo looked out his window to the sky outside. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining in a clear sky and through the glass he could see birds flying around. A small smile touched his lips and he watched the birds, looping and twisting around each other in perfect unison. He shifted back, his eyes now gazing at the cold hard grey ceiling above his bed. He sighed as he pondered ways in which he could tell Ishida what he wanted without putting the other boy under any pressure or discomfort. So far the only thing he had come up with that wasn't a complete and utter disaster was to just talk to him about it. Just sit him down in a neutral room and let him know that he'd developed feelings for Ishida that were more than just lust but he didn't expect Ishida to feel like he had to respond or do anything… No, he couldn't do that. Saying that would just make Ishida feel exactly how Ichigo didn't want him to feel: pressured and discomforted.
Sighing in frustration, Ichigo got up and decided to do some homework to take his mind off the situation. Perhaps if he had time to concentrate on other things and let the matter settle into his mind a little bit, he would able to look at it from a new angle and perhaps think of something then. He fell onto his seat, pulled out a workbook and flipped to the necessary page. After several minutes
of note taking and answering questions, Ichigo's mind had wandered to the problem of telling Ishida. With slight difficulty, Ichigo brought it back to his homework. However, Mathematics was proving to be an extremely dull topic at the moment, and his mind flew immediately back to Ishida. Ichigo put his pen down and leant his head into his hands.
Perhaps, he thought wildly, if I go to sleep, my dreams can help me figure something out.
He made his way over to the bed and slid onto it, above the covers. Setting his alarm clock for an hour, Ichigo lay on his back, eyes closed and thought hard about his problem, willing sleep to come.
A/N: Hi all. So, what'd you think? For those who liked it, I am posting the next chapter in the next few days. R&R!
