Summary: Renji suddenly finds himself enraptured by our favorite substitute shinigame.
A/N: So I know it's overly cliche, but once it was in my head, I had to write it down.
Disclamer: I wish.
Summer Treats
He couldn't take his eyes off the display before him. Those long, elegant, yet strong fingers held on to the base. The way that dexterous tongue would slide from the bottom to the top was positively sinful. And when those thin pink lips closed over the tip and sucked gently, he could feel all the blood in his body pool into a tight, hot coil below his stomach.
Abarai Renji had never seen anything in his many, many years, quite as erotic as Kurasaki Ichigo eating a popsicle.
They were sitting on the porch of Urahara's shop, everyone feeling lazy and lethargic in the oppressing summer heat. Ichigo propped himself up with one arm behind him, his long legs stretched out off the edge of the porch and his bare feet lazily playing in the blades of grass. HIs gaze was lost somewhere in the distance as he daydreamed idly about nothing important.
Renji sat cross legged a little ways to the side, his attention consumed by the way Ichigo worked his mouth around the frozen treat that matched the orange of the boy's hair exactly. A stray bit of melted popsicle fell from the bottom and landed in the teen's hand, sliding out of his palm and down the inside of his wrist. Renji's eyes widened when that quick tongue darted out, catching it and tracing the trail all the way back up before it reached his elbow. The momentarily neglected confection, rapidly melting under the incessant sun, let loose another bead of melted ice, this one falling to land on the boys naked chest. Ichigo looked down, but decided it wasn't worth the effort to wipe away.
Renji felt his breathing stop as he watched that single bead of orange flavored sugar water lazily work its way down those well defined abs, only to disappear into the loose gap beneath the boys swim trunks. He leaned forward ever so slightly, the desire to let his own tongue follow the sticky trail almost overwhelming, when suddenly there was the sharp pain of an elbow in his side. He grunted an turned to find Rukia smirking at him, one eyebrow raised. The fact that he had just been drooling over Kurasaki Ichigo suddenly hit him full force, and he couldn't help the blush that spread across his face as he scowled at himself, his eyes drifting to the side as he was unable to look his oldest friend in the face.
"Urahara-san!" she called into the open door of the store. Renji glared down at her.
"Yes, Rukia-chan?" the shopkeeper asked, materializing in the doorway, yhe ever-present fan open in front of his face.
"Renji-kun changed his mind. He decided he does want a popsicle. A strawberry one," she said, grinning innocently. Renji choked, his eyes wide and his face nearly the same color as his hair. He could feel Urahara's manic grin behind that damned fan, those hidden eyes sparkling evilly. Before the man could respond, Renji jumped to his feet, startling the boy next to him who had been lost in thought.
"I'm going for a walk," he ground out, then stalked off in the direction of the street.
"What the hell was that all about?" Ichigo inquired, his brow knit in confusion. Rukia just snickered.