"Morning Ishida~!" Ichigo whispered into Ishida's ear. The raven haired youth jumped, nearly dropping his book.
"Kurosaki! You scared the hell out of me." Ishida turned around to face him. "Did you just get here? Cutting it close as always."
"Oh, back to Kurosaki now." Ichigo muttered in mock disappointment. "And after all that flirting list night too."
Ishida stared at him. "I-I was not f-flirtin- No, I mean-" Ishida couldn't seem to make a coherent sentence.
"Ah, so I was right." Ichigo leaned in a bit closer. "Come to the roof with me a lunch time." Ichigo straightened up and walked over to his usual seat. Ishida continued to stare at him. 'There's no way I'm going to be able to concentrate this morning.'
The morning's classes passed and Ishida found himself following Ichigo through the corridors toward the stairs that led to the roof. As they walked out into the sunny afternoon, Ichigo quickly scanned to see if anyone else was up here then he turned around and locked the door. Ishida saw him do this and looked quizzically at his orange haired classmate.
"Don't' wanna be disturbed." Ichigo took a hold of Ishida's thin wrist and pulled him over to one of the walls to sit. They set their lunches down, but Ishida wasn't particularly hungry, he was too nervous being alone with Ichigo.
Ichigo didn't waste any time, he turned so he was facing Ishida and reached out to touch the alabaster skin of his face. Ishida started at the touch, his mind going blank, his heart pounding so loud he was sure Ichigo could hear it.
"Ku-Ichigo." Ishida whispered, the name tasting sweet on his tongue.
Ichigo moved his hand from Ishida's face and let his fingertips slide gently down the youth's neck to rest on his shoulder. Ishida shivered at the feeling, he didn't expect Ichigo's hands to be so gentle. He'd seen them fighting and wielding a large sword. He was surprised but blissfully happy. Ishida managed to gain some control of his body and lifted his own hands up, one to trail lightly over Ichigo's chest and the other to bring his face closer. They drew even closer until their lips met. Ichida was once again pleasantly surprised to find Ichigo's lips so soft and gentle. They kissed softly and gently at first, Ishida brought his arms up to drape them around Ichigo's neck and Ichigo moved his and wrapped them around Ishida's waist. They stopped kissing to look at each other, no words were exchanged, but an understanding was met. Ichigo leaned back in and Ishida returned the kiss. This time, he encouraged Ichigo's lips to part and softly slipped his tongue into his mouth. He heard Ichigo try to stifle moan. Ishida sighed in response and continued to explore Ichigo's mouth with his tongue. He could feel Ichigo's hands trailing up and down his back. Ishida tried to suppress the shivers of pleasure, but it wasn't working. He withdrew his own tongue to encourage Ichigo to kiss him in the same way. He did, Ichigo's hot tongue invaded Ishida's mouth and he shifted his position so he was sat astride Ishida's legs. Ishida moaned and moved his hands to rest on Ichigo's chest, he threw what was left of his caution to the wind and went to unbutton Ichigo's shirt. Ichigo noticed but didn't stop the kiss, the action spurred him on. He felt Ishida's cool hands on his hot chest and gasped, breaking the kiss me moved his lips to Ishida's jaw line and neck. He was becoming uncomfortably aware how tight his trousers were becoming. Ichigo stopped kissing Ishida's neck and moved away, he looked at Ishida's flushed face and his kiss reddened lips, his resolve wavering. Ishida looked so delectable that Ichigo wanted to ravish him right here right now. He shook head clear.
"Ishida." He said breathlessly. "I think we should stop for now."
Ishida looked back at him, he seemed to be having a hard time keeping the disappointment off his face. "My place tonight then?" He grinned mischievously at Ichigo.
Ichigo swallowed, stopping himself from pouncing on Ishida again. "S-sure." He stood up and proceeded to button his shirt back up, while Ishida looked away.
Ichigo sat back down and checked his watch, they still had time to eat something. He noticed Ishida was still facing away. "Is something wrong Ishida?"
"No, I'm just thinking of anything to-" Ishida trailed off. He felt a little ashamed.
Ichigo thought for a minute, then it dawned on him what Ishida was trying to explain. "Oh, I get it. You're trying to get your erection down."
Ishida's back stiffened. He turned to Ichigo, a hint of embarrassed anger in his eyes. "Well I was trying to be subtle you brute!"
"Oh pipe down and eat your lunch!" Ichigo laughed.
Ishida turned to face his lunch, smiled, then picked up his chopsticks to begin eating.