The Substitute Teacher

Chapter 12


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Ichigo nervously shifted from foot to foot as he gathered courage to press the doorbell in front of Ishida's apartment.

He already had a speech prepared in his head. Two days had passed since Ishida saw him kissing their substitute teacher and Ichigo spent every minute of his free time trying to think of a good enough talk for his friend. He even browsed the Internet for advices – 'Coming out to your friends' and stuff like that, even though his friend had already seen him.

He hoped Ishida wouldn't get too freaked out or weird in any way. He knew him good enough to know that their friendship was safe, but he still had no idea how the other teen would act around him until he gets used to the situation.

The blond took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. Ishida answered the door almost immediately. He'd been expecting him, after all.

"Hi," Ishida gave a friendly smile, stepping aside and inviting Ichigo inside.

"Hi," Ichigo managed out and came in insecurely, his legs nearly giving out – he was that nervous. And even worse, he'd forgotten everything that he had prepared to say to his friend.

"You should sit down, Kurosaki," the raven teen eyed his nervous posture. "I know why you're here, so why are you spooked like that?"

Ichigo laughed a bit too loud. "I've no idea... But thanks, I'll sit... Where?"

"The kitchen," Uryuu led the way. "I'm making us tea."

"Okay..."

"So," Uryuu smirked, "Wanna tell me about it?"

Ichigo slumped down on a chair and rested his elbows on the kitchen table, meeting Ishida's eyes. There was no teasing there, only curiosity and a kind of caring.

"I don't know where to start."

"From the beginning would be nice," Ishida smiled, leaning back against a kitchen counter next to the stove. The water still hadn't started boiling.

"Okay... Well... I had no idea before... you know. Before Renji came to substitute..." He glanced up at the sly smirk Ishida was giving and immediately altered his sentence. "Before Abarai-sensei came to substitute, you know how I was... And then when he found out what happened to me, he kept making me talk in classes and, well, I was kinda shocked..."

"I know," Ishida said casually, turning the stove off and adding tea leaves into the pot. "We were all shocked when you actually talked out loud in front of the whole class. I wanted to ask you about it, really. How did he manage to get through to you?"

"He treated me like he would any other kid. There was no pity, no tiptoeing."

"Huh. And then?"

"We began to hang out at the gym, and I went jogging with him. It was cool. I had fun. And he's a fun guy. It brought us kinda closer and it was then that I began to notice... Stuff..."

"Stuff?" Ishida asked curiously.

"I was really happy when I knew I'm meeting up with him. And the first time I was in his apartment, after the fight with Oshina, you remember?" When Uryuu nodded, Ichigo went on. He told Ishida about the mysterious 'B' and the photo album, about Rukia and Miss Saiko and about how he realized he was being jealous. Ichigo asked Ishida to keep silent about Renji's past because he knew the man was still sensitive about Miss Saiko.

With warm cups of tea in their hands, the two friends talked about every little thing that happened and Ichigo found himself relieved, talking to Ishida. The raven was curious and full of questions and it felt really great to be able to share things with him.


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"... And that's when... He kissed me," Ichigo murmured, blushing a bit. That memory still made him feel tingly warmth inside his belly.

"You're really smitten, huh?" Ishida smiled.

The blond chuckled. "Yeah," he said in a soft voice, his expression turning into somewhat dreamy. He couldn't wait to meet up with Renji later and tell him how good it went with Ishida. And he could hardly wait to spend the evening in those strong and warm arms, as well.

Ishida watched him silently before leaning closer over the table. "Can I ask you... something?"

"Sure," Ichigo blinked.

"Did you...?" The raven teen asked, his light cheeks turning slightly pink.

"Did I what?"

"You know... Do it?"

"Ah, no," now it was Ichigo's turn to blush.

"I don't believe you," Ishida snorted.

"Well we... did stuff... but not that."

"Yeah, that would probably be too soon," Ishida murmured.

"I guess," Ichigo shrugged, not really having an opinion, and silence filled Ishida's kitchen.

Ichigo observed his friend, unconsciously still trying to find some kind of distaste in his posture, but finding none, he began to finally relax. Still, it was awkward and uncomfortable to talk about sex with someone like Ishida. To talk about male-male sex was even more awkward.

"Okay, new topic," he announced with a hopeful smile and the other teen got the hint. He refilled their cups with tea and began an aimless chat about nothing and everything. Ichigo was grateful for a friend like Ishida.


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Later that evening, Ichigo happily ran up the stairs through Renji's apartment building. He felt too energetic to wait for the elevator so he ran, and barely noticed so. It felt great to have good friends and to be able to share personal thoughts with them. He finally felt like a normal teenager, or at least what he always thought how a normal teenager should feel, aside from being in a relationship with his teacher.

He grinned.


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As Renji opened his front door, two long, wiry arms flew around his neck, followed by a blur of crazy orange hair, pearl-white smile and warm, brandy eyes. He couldn't but chuckle as he accepted the happy burden in his arms and kissed those smiling lips. Ichigo was so enthusiastic that they stumbled back together until reaching the middle of the room and falling onto the sofa.

"I see, the talk with Ishida went well," Renji laughed as Ichigo got off of him and settled down on the sofa cushion next to him.

"Yeah, he's great! I always thought he was too uptight, but I guess I was wrong," the teen smiled.

"Well, I'm glad," Renji ruffled the messy hair. "You deserve to be happy."

"I am. I really am," Ichigo became a bit more serious in his honesty as he leaned closer and bumped his forehead gently against Renji's temple. "I have you now."

"Come here babe," the redhead murmured, pressing the boy against himself. "You've made me very happy, too... I better thank you," he smirked, fingers lightly tickling Ichigo's side.

"I might like that," the boy already shivered from the loving touch. He welcomed Renji's smooth lips against his own and the warm tongue that gently slid inside his mouth, sending a surge of excitement through his body. He melted into the redhead's hold, letting out a small, needy sound from the back of his throat.

Renji purred and resumed kissing downward, leaving the teen's mouth with a wet sound that almost made Ichigo whine out loud. Warm hands found their way under Ichigo's shirt, sliding across his ribs down to his lower back, keeping him close.

Slowly, Renji pulled the shirt off of him and caressed the smooth peach skin, his fingers reaching and touching every ridge and curve of the boy's torso.

Then he gave Ichigo one last kiss before sliding down from sofa to kneel on the floor between his legs, massaging his jeans-clad thighs, giving him such an intense, heated look that the teen began to shiver with excitement. Renji's fingers started undoing the buttons of his fly and Ichigo bit his lower lip in expectation.

"W-what are you doing?" He asked wriggling his hips nonetheless, as the redhead tugged the jeans down his legs.

"You'll see," Renji smirked, gently nibbling and kissing up the boy's left thigh.

Ichigo stared at his sensei, feeling the nervous quivers in his belly as Renji's lips slid closer and closer to his underwear-trapped erection. The redhead had his eyes half-lidded, a flush of excitement adorning his cheeks as he pressed his mouth over Ichigo's package, gently nipping at the hard flesh.

His face burning, Ichigo let out a shivery moan as his length twitched. He watched the wet spot on the dark cotton of his boxers slowly growing, feeling the pre-essence oozing out in slow droplets.

"Renji," he mewled as the man kept nuzzling him through his underwear, and judging by a tiny smirk, obviously enjoying doing that to him.

Renji stretched out more, dipping his tongue into Ichigo's bellybutton, while tugging his boxers down. As the boxers went lower, so did his tongue, until he tasted the boy for the first time.

Ichigo was nearly hyperventilating, watching the tip of his erection disappearing in Renji's mouth. That slick, wicked tongue kept caressing him in slow circles while Renji was still busy with his boxers. With a haze in his mind, he couldn't comprehend why Renji wanted his underwear completely off, until the redhead pushed his knees apart, completely exposing him to his view.

"Uhnn, sensei!"

Renji paused his activities only to give him a wolfish grin and push his legs up. "Slide lower."

The teen stared at him for a second before scooting down a few inches. Renji pulled him even lower, so that his behind nearly fell off the sofa. "H-hey..."

"'S okay," the redhead purred and took him back into his mouth. He kept changing between sucking and tonguing him, every now and then releasing him and just kissing and licking all the length.

Ichigo whined, rocking his hips as Renji kept up the sweet, sweet torture. He was rapidly getting close, his abs burning and arms shaking from the tension as he tried to hold his body propped up. He wanted to see everything, still barely believing this was happening to him.

But then Renji stopped and moved his attentions lower, pushing the teen's legs closer to his body, causing him to lie back against the sofa completely exposed. Ichigo's cheeks burned with embarrassment at what Renji did next.

The warm, wet tongue slid over Ichigo's tight sac, going even lower, teasing his perineum and then... Oh.

"Renji!" He couldn't recognize his own voice. It was a high-pitched yelp, half shocked and absolutely mortified with the 'dirty' action, and half amazed just how sinfully good it felt.

Renji only grunted, continuing the pleasurable assault. Sliding one arm under and around Ichigo's thigh, he reached out and stroked his erection in slow and even rhythm while softly tonguing the pink ring of muscle.

"Hnn... Hah..." The teen's eyes rolled back at the sensations. The embarrassment was soon replaced with burning lust as Renji stiffened his tongue and circled around his entrance, picking up the pace with his pumping hand.

Ichigo's toes curled, heat spreading through his body. He felt his heart beating all the way up in his throat while white invaded his vision. He was so close. That's when Renji surprised him again. The slick, stiff tongue pushed its way inside of him and Ichigo sobbed in pleasure, shuddering as the first pulses of orgasm rushed through his body.

"Re... Aaah, Renji... Renji!" He repeated the other's name as a mantra, spilling his essence over his heaving chest.

The redhead's breath quickened to the point of panting, but he didn't stop until Ichigo rode it all out and relaxed back against the sofa, still mewling softly.

Renji gave one more soothing lick against the impossibly tight, still virgin entrance, smirking at the way Ichigo jumped at the touch. He lifted his gaze and was presented with such a lovely disheveled view that he simply had to tease.

"How was that," he asked, kissing a hip.

"You even have to ask?" Ichigo murmured, too blissed out to talk properly. Pleasant warmth was slowly circulating through his body, making him feel lightheaded and a bit sleepy.

"Staying with me tonight?" Renji asked, slowly caressing his sides.

"I can't," the teen sighed. "But," he smiled, "that doesn't mean I can't stay a little while longer to... Return the favor," he murmured a bit nervously.

"I don't want you to do that if you're feeling uncomfortable," the redhead gave a reassuring smile and crawled back up onto the sofa, next to the naked boy, pulling him close.

"Well, I..." Ichigo blushed. He was curious, but his shyness was still stronger than that. He would have done it if Renji insisted, but he was grateful that he didn't.

"It's okay," Renji nuzzled behind Ichigo's ear.

"Well then," the teen sounded relieved, "I can do this..." He rested his hand on top of the throbbing arousal in Renji's jeans.

"All yours, babe," the redhead purred, relaxing back into the cushions as Ichigo popped the first button of his fly.


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Later that evening, Ichigo was sitting in his room, staring at the screen of his computer, but not really paying attention what was there. He kept thinking of what happened earlier, a small smile on his lips.

His cell phone vibrated on his desk and his smile widened after reading the message.

'Can't stop thinking of what I did to you,' it said.

Ichigo spent the remainder of his evening with a prominent tent in his sweatpants, typing messages to his sensei.


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To be continued...