Accidents

Chapter 12

By MasterAkira

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters, and I am not making any money off of this.

Warning: Oral, handjob, etc. No full penetration.

Note: This isn't full out sex. Heavy petting and a blow job for two inexperienced boys. I really wanted Hitsugaya to be aggressive in this, but not a seme-type. Enjoy and please review!

Hitsugaya could not stand it. He had left the apartment where he was supposed to be staying in to take refugee in the Kurosaki household. Matsumoto was hosting a slumber party with Orihime and all the girls from their class, the Kurosaki twins, and most of the shinigami's women's association. He had been invited too, as the only male, but had fled when someone suggested they do his make-up so he matched everyone else.

"Thank you again, Kurosaki-kun." They sat on the teen's bed, facing each other. Kurosaki-san was not home either; he was helping with an emergency at a close hospital. It was just the two of them.

"It's nothing Toshiro." Ichigo frowned, looking out the window. He had been looking forward to a night where he could just study but…well, at least his guest was cute and didn't draw annoying pictures.

The captain bit back a sharp comment about his name. After all, Ichigo was letting him stay here. "Kurosaki—" he stopped, not knowing what to say. He had just wanted to break the silence.

"I hate this weather. Too hot." Hitsugaya turned to look at the substitute shinigami.

"I hate it too. I'm a winter person." That should have gone without saying. Why was Ichigo talking about the weather when it was unbearably hot out? And the humidity…he thought he might die. Hitsugaya did not notice Ichigo had left the room until he came back, the door slamming behind him.

"Hey, I brought ya some ice cream." Ichigo sat back on the bed, holding out a bowl of vanilla ice cream topped with strawberries.

"Thank you." He took the bowl and stretched out his legs in front of him. "Strawberries?"

Ichigo blushed and his gaze fell to his bed spread. "Yeah. They're fresh. Goat-face got them for me. They taste good on ice cream." He picked up his own bowl and shoveled a spoonful into his mouth. He smiled around the bite and Hitsugaya decided to try his own.

"Mmm, this is good. Nice and cold." The captain closed his eyes as the flavors exploded on his tongue. Ichigo was right, it was good and he was instantly cooler. The two fell into a comfortable silence as they ate.

Hitsugaya looked out the window and Ichigo watched him. The shinigami looked younger than him but he knew he was more mature and he was impressed by all the responsibilities the captain carried on his shoulders. "Oh, Toshiro, come here. There's something…" he waved his hand in front of his face and the shinigami only sent him a puzzled look.

"What are you talking about?" Hitsugaya scooted closer, rising on his knees so he could meet Ichigo face-to-face.

"Here, I'll get it." Ichigo reached out his thumb brushing the edge of Hitsugaya's lower lip, wiping away a slick of ice cream. Without thinking he brought his thumb to his mouth, sucking it clean with obvious pleasure.

Cyan eyes widened. "Kurosaki-kun—" he had not expected that. The simple touch sent tingles of heat over his skin and made something low in his gut tighten.

Ichigo seemed to finally realize what he had done, his face turned red and painfully warm. "I'm sorry! It was an accident; I didn't know what I was doing!" He leaned back horrified of how the petit shinigami might react.

Hitsugaya broke eye contact and looked down, his cheeks flushed. "It's okay. I understand, you just acted on impulse."

"Yeah, I guess." Ichigo clenched his fists in the sheets below him.

"Sometimes you just can't control impulses." The captain lifted Ichigo's chin and forced him to meet his gaze. Before the human could react Hitsugaya leaned forward and captured thin lips with his own. He pressed hesitantly, not moving, and was about to pull away when Ichigo started to move against him. The kiss was only broken when Hitsugaya moaned and Ichigo realized what they were doing.

"Ya kissed me!" He scrambled back until his back hit the wall. His chocolate eyes were wide with shock.

"I did. I let my impulses take over and I am sorry Kurosaki-kun. I will go now." His eyes to the ground Hitsugaya stood and began to gather his things.

"Wait, don't leave. It felt nice, I just wasn't…prepared." He shut his eyes, wishing he didn't sound so much like a girl.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I—"

"Did it again? No." Ichigo stood, and Hitsugaya met him half way.

"Good, because I have too many impulses to control right now." Hitsugaya reached up and tugged Ichigo's face down to meet his and crushed their lips together. He quickly gained control of the kiss, his tongue darting out to slip between Ichigo's lips. The boy groaned as the wet muscle teased the inside of his mouth. Hitsugaya broke the kiss, panting and watching Ichigo bring a hand to trace his reddened lips, to see if it was real.

"I-I think I liked that impulse." His blushed deepened the pink flush from their kiss. "Do, do you think ya could tell me about more of yer impulses?" Ashamed he let his head fall forward.

"I'd love to." With a lusty smile Hitsugaya pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him as their mouths came together. He moaned as Ichigo eagerly kissed him back, their tongues tangling, teeth occasionally bumping together. Small hands pulled at Ichigo's shirt, forcing it up so Hitsugaya could explore Ichigo's muscled chest.

"Fuck. More Toshiro, please." Ichigo arched up, dying for the new touch. "Yes." With a little awkward maneuvering Ichigo's upper body was fully bared. "Oh, fuck!" The teasing lips had latched onto a hard nipple, teeth tugging at the nub. Ichigo felt his whole body fly off the bed, his mind fighting whether he should go towards the sensation of flee from it.

"Yes." Hitsugaya hissed and moved to the other, biting it and laving the hurt with quick swipes of his tongue. "I'll show you more." His mouth left a wet trail as it snaked over a rippled stomach to the dipping planes at the apex the human's groin.

"Please." He knew he was whimpering, but couldn't care. Ichigo had never had someone there and Hitsugaya's mouth was so close and—"Ohgodthankya!" The words barely left his mouth in a gasp and he was sure he was going to die from the pleasure of it all.

Hitsugaya's lips were only around the head of his impressive erection but the way his tongue flicked against the slit and force of the vacuum he undid Ichigo well enough. His hips bucked wildly and both of the captain's calloused hands tried to hold him down, at least enough to keep the boy from choking him. He hummed and nothing could have stopped the pleasure that surged through Ichigo.

"Agh!" Ichigo was screaming and didn't even register the sound or the pain it caused in his throat. All he knew was he was coming, harder than he thought was possible, and his friend still had his mouth around his twitching cock. It was too much to take in at the same time. When he finally settled from his orgasmic high the mouth was still there, cleaning and teasing his overly sensitive cock. "Stop, please, too good." Languidly he grabbed Hitsugaya's shirt and pulled him back up.

The shinigami wasted no time in claiming his mouth, their tongues twisting as he tasted himself. It was bitter and strange, but not entirely unpleasant. He wasn't sure if he could deal with any more of that taste just yet. Hitsugaya pulled back, panting as his pupils took over most of the ice blue of his irises. "I'm not done yet. All of my impulses were supposed to get me off and I'm nowhere near close enough."

Ichigo colored. "How…how can I help?" He was barely audible. "I want to help ya." The idea of reaching down and fondling the other came to mind but he pushed it aside. He wanted Hitsugaya to tell him what to do.

"Undress me." Ichigo groaned as his hands flew up to pull a thin shirt from Hitsugaya's petit frame, feeling panic overcoming him as it got caught momentarily. "Calm down. I'm not going anywhere." Ichigo took a deep breath and undid the single button on the shinigami's shorts, his trembling hands slowly pushing down the zipper. It sounded so loud to his ears.

"Oh fuck." His mouth fell open when he realized the captain was not wearing anything under his shorts. "So fucking sexy."

"I hate human underwear. So uncomfortable." With a coy smirk the smaller male leaned in, capturing the others lips in a passionate kiss.

Ichigo made a gurgling noise in his throat as he pressed Hitsugaya back, forcing him flat against the bed. Ichigo wiggled against the captain as he removed his clothing with more than a little difficulty. He hissed as their bare skin finally came in contact. "Fuck, yer so sexy."

Hitsugaya let his eyes close as Ichigo ground their erections together. The teen was too hot like that. He could barely believe Ichigo was ready to go again already. "Use your hand. Stoke our cocks at the same time."

"Oh fuck!" Ichigo panted into Hitsugaya's ear as he moved his hand to squeeze and stroke their cocks together. The hot flesh pulsing against his erection and the feel of velvet skin, familiar and completely new, was amazing. No, amazing didn't even cover how it felt.

"Yes, harder!" Hitsugaya squirmed as a heavier body pressed him into the mattress and sinful fingers touched him in a perfectly indecent way.

"Toshiro—" Ichigo forgot what he wanted to say as his lips found their way back to Ichigo's. The kiss was a mingling of teeth and lips and tongue. Ichigo opened his mouth wider to let Hitsugaya ravage him.

In a moment of weakness the smaller captain took the chance to roll them over so he was on top with Ichigo's hand still working them together. "Use both hands now." Before Ichigo could answer Hitsugaya bucked his hips forward and captured bruised lips in another harsh kiss, tangling both of his hands in wild, fiery hair.

Ichigo complied readily, surrendering into the kiss. Both hands were a bit harder to move between them, but he soon found a rhythm that was matched by moans in his mouth both from him and for him.

Hitsugaya broke the kiss to scatter kisses on Ichigo's jaw and cheeks. "Close. Come with me Ichigo. Use your hands on our cocks to make us fucking come. Come now." Ichigo arched his back, his thumbs digging into the slits of their cocks. The dirty words from the normally quiet male were too much. He was coming, ribbons of scorching wetness painting their stomachs.

As soon as Ichigo was coming Hitsugaya lost all control, pressing their foreheads together as his orgasm washed over him in raging waves. "Fucking hell." When he could finally move again he slid to the side, his hands still in Ichigo's hair.

"I—," Ichigo chuckled a little, "I liked that Toshiro. But in the future yer going to have to tell me more about your impulses."

Icy eyes looked up, amused. "I'll be sure to include more detail. That way it'll be even better."

"I can't wait."

End Note: I promise more sex in the next one, although I love the thought of Hitsugaya using obscenities during sex. I'm thinking Byakuya and Ishida-kun. I love dark hair the best! Haha, please tell me what you thought or if there's an accident you especially want to see!

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