Berries and Bimbos and Boobs, Oh My
By the time noon rolls around, our so called day together has been utterly destroyed by none other than the bizarre concoction of a circus Ichigo calls friends. A surprise, this is not. However the fact that Zan is trying to save my kitchen from turning into Nagasaki is a little more than disturbing. I have a feeling I won't be eating much of anything for the next few days if this continues...
Well, it's not like I don't live next to more than enough food. Plus I think some of the stores and restaurants are starting to take pity on me. Thank god for that because it turns out we're ordering in tonight. Now all that's left is for everybody to argue for the next hour on what to get and who's paying. Cough me cough.
Amusing how they all think I'm just made of money, no?
Before any of them can even start dialing...whoever the hell they've decided to call though, my phone starts ringing and the Pineapple Zebra picks it up. There's a long silence on his end as he starts getting paler and paler. Only one person that could be.
Claiming the sudden need for a bathroom, he quickly hands the phone off to me as he rushes down the hallway and I can't seem to keep the smirk off my face. Oh if only he knew the true horror that was Harribel.
"That wasn't very nice you know," I tell her, putting the phone to my ear.
"I wasn't trying to be nice. I don't do nice to people I don't know near my little bunny." Groaning at the very old, very disconcerting nickname, I head off to the kitchen for a little quiet privacy. "Besides, he should learn some manners."
"They could all use some manners," I grumble to myself. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to have the cops bust them for trying to break in here after all.
"What was that?" The question came with an edge.
"Nothing. What's up."
There's a slight pause before she answers and I know she's thinking she might have to come down here and kill somebody. That could be fun. "You haven't visited this month."
Scratching the back of my head nervously I reply, "Yeah, sorry. Been a little...busy lately. I'll be heading out next weekend though. Got somebody for you to meet."
"So I've heard," I can just hear the sly smile.
"Of course you have. Nel couldn't keep her mouth shut if we super glued it closed. And you guys wondered why I never brought any of my exes around."
She sighed and I could just imagine her rolling her eyes at me. "Well, Stark misses you," she misses me. "And you still have quite a few congratulations to give out."
"I heard about that. Who's the lucky guy?"
"You bet your ass he's lucky. Not sure what she sees in him. Some guy named Ishida. Owns a clothing company for women but sews toys in his spare time. Real nerdy looking."
Long silence. "This is Tatsuki we're talking about right? Kinda ripped, more manly than half the dudes that come through the bar?"
"That's the one."
"So...she's the man in this relationship right? No way in hell a dude like that is the one giving the dick."
I can hear her shrug on the other end, "Probably. But I'm pretty sure any guy she gets with would be on the receiving end. With the exception of maybe a guy like Yammi."
"Nah, she'd still beat his ass into submission."
She chuckles at that. "Oh, by the way, Stark has something for you. Not sure what it is."
"So in other words be prepared. Alright. So next weekend then right?"
"If you say so, bunny."
I huff at her as we bid goodbye and hang up. Good god...if any of these people ever found out about that name...I'd never live it down. Fortunately Nel's gone. The only other person that knows is Zangetsu. If he remembers. Shit.
He gives me a knowing look as he walks back into the kitchen and I swear he can read my mind. "So Harribel's still giving her little bunny a hard time?" He mocks. All I can do is scowl at him and tell him to shut the fuck up. "Aw, come on. Don't be like that. It's cute."
"You were listening weren't you," I accuse, still glaring at him. He shrugs, that smug smile still in place. "You bastard."
He just laughs as he continues cleaning up the explosion of I don't want to know that the blondes have left behind. "It's such a shame. Here you've got nicknames for everyone else," crap. He remembers that. "and they've got none for you."
"How do you know Ichigo hasn't already come up with one?" I ask, brow quirked.
"Oh please," he rolls his eyes. " that boy is such a virgin he'd blush every time he even thought the name. And since he can't seem to stop staring at you, even though it's mostly at your ass, and I've yet to see him turn any shade of red or pink, I think it's safe to say you aren't that far in yet."
I just shake my head at him. Had Ichigo really been staring at my ass? Kinky. "Yeah, well I might as well go around calling you tampon man considering your thirst for blood is unquenchable when it comes to any kind of game." The minute that comes out of my mouth there's a sudden burst of laughter coming from the living room as Boobzilla repeats the name through her fits of laughter. I just smirk at him. "See? I think they've taken a liking to it."
Now it's his turn to scowl at me as the rest of the living room starts laughing. "Don't think you're safe now. Somebody's going to find out."
"Ok, comparison time. Bunny or Tampon Man. Which do you think is about to get more attention."
"Depends. Who do you think I'm telling," he smiles mischievously.
I just quirk a brow at that. When I don't receive an answer I know that's all I'm going to get out of him. And I know I'm fucked.
Slinking out of the kitchen with that in mind, Ichigo gets up off the couch to drag me over into the group. They've started another fighter tournament on the gaming system and Boobzilla is calling out for Tampon man as Ichigo settles into my lap on the couch, controller in hand.
He glances up at me curiously at the nickname and I quickly explain it to him. By the time Zan comes back out of the kitchen he's shaking in my lap, trying to hide his laughter behind his hand.
Pineapple Zebra catches my attention soon after, trying in vain to get me to play with them because they all so badly wanted to see what I could do. After rejecting the offer several times I turn back to find Ichigo staring at me with a small blush on his face and Zangetsu sitting on the floor next to us.
That sly bastard. He knows I don't multitask well.
I just scowl at him as Ichigo turns back to the screen, blush never fading.
Zan and Ichi end up with the highest scores and Boobzilla can't seem to stop calling him Tampon Man now. I think he's starting to come around to the name though.
Several hours pass this way and slowly people start shoving off, most of them complaining about the hours of homework they still have left to do. Thankfully all I have left is that stupid art project. But as Ichigo, Zangetsu and I all head off to bed, there's only one thing I can think about.
The minute the door closes behind us he looks at me and asks, "Bunny?"
I scowl at him and he looks ready to laugh. "It's not funny."
"No, no," he says, trying not to giggle. "I think it's kinda cute. But where exactly did it come from?"
"You can ask Harribel next weekend," I grumble, striping down to my boxers. He just gives me a blank look. "I'm going to visit the bar next weekend. The idea was to invite you along." He looks somewhat surprised but nods. "Nel will be there if it makes you feel any better."
"Not really, but at least it'll be a familiar face in an unusual place."
"Unusual. Yeah, that's the word I'd use."
He gives me a funny look as we lay down under the covers and begin to drift off.
The week passes by fairly quickly once the projects are turned in. Mine ends up being a sketch of Ichigo battle ready. Somehow it just seems more class appropriate than anything else I've been coming up with lately. And oddly enough I haven't seen Cirruci around lately, unless it's to pass by her in class. I'm not complaining, it's just odd. After three years of stalker behavior it's strange to just have her suddenly gone.
Ichigo's dad tries to set up another double date for us over the weekend, and fortunately we'll be busy and out of town. Relief all around.
Getting ready to head out was a whole other problem though. I managed to throw a couple days worth of clothes in a bag plus a toothbrush and whatever else I'd need. Ichigo ends up spending an hour agonizing over what clothes he should bring and if he'd need something to sleep in. We're going to a bar not a five star anything.
When he finally decides and he's all ready to go, we shove it all in the trunk of my car and head off. It's not too far away. Only about forty-five minutes to an hour, and Ichigo was more than enough entertainment for the both of us the way he sang and attempted to dance to the music that would come over the radio.
By the time we get there it's all got him amped up and excited. Which wouldn't be a bad thing if I could get him to calm down later...
That thought alone was enough to give me a boner and I had shift something into my waistband before getting out of the car.
Ichigo's waiting somewhat impatiently by the trunk of the car and practically skips to the front door. I manage to pull him down a little side alley before he makes it into the bar. He looks at me questioningly as I lead him to the back door and unlock it.
It's a short little hallway in the back with a couple small bedrooms for some of the workers to stay. I find the one with Harribel and Stark's name scrawled on a piece of tape and kick it open, tossing my bag onto the floor. Ichigo gently sets his down as he looks around. I don't think he quite knows what to think about a bar with hookers. Zan was right. Talk about a virgin.
There's suddenly a very happy...noise coming from behind us where Chizuru stands clapping his hands in excitement before charging at me. Fortunately there are no huge tits to crush me. "Shiro-chan! We've missed you!"
"I bet you have, can I have my limbs back?"
She laughs. "Of course! I'll go let everyone know you're here!" she says happily, running of down the hall and screaming into the bar that everyone's favorite bunny is home.
I just grumble and rub my head in frustration. This is going to be a long weekend.
The first to come back and greet us is Harribel. Of course. She gives me the usual pat on the shoulder and welcome home before looking to Ichigo. "I'm going to assume this is the one you want us all to meet? I'm Harribel," she says warmly (creepy), reaching her hand out to greet him.
"Ichigo," he replies nervously.
"So you're the one that's got Nel all worked up," she laughs. "She hasn't shut up about you since she got back. And it seems she wasn't lying when she said my little bunny doesn't look have as miserable as he usually does with you around."
He slightly perks up at that and looks to me, but all I can do is glare at her.
"Relax," she slaps my back. "It's all bound to come out sooner or later. Besides, you have congratulations to be giving out right about now."
Grumbling, the three of us make our way out to the front where everybody's eagerly waiting to meet the boyfriend Nel just couldn't shut up about. Ichigo's quickly surrounded by the majority of them as introductions are made and questions are answered. I on the other hand manage to find Tatsuki and a stick with glasses.
Pulling her into a choke hold, I give her a noogie as she halfheartedly fights me off. She smiles when I release her and hugs me. "So I hear congratulations are in order."
"That's right you punk. You better be nice because I'm getting married and you're going to be my maid of honor. So if you don't want to end up in a dress..." she trails off mischievously.
I wrinkle my nose before giving her the limp wrist and replying in my best gay voice, "Bitch please, I make everything look fabulous."
He bursts out laughing at that. We both know I'd look terrible in anything feminine. Now Ichigo on the other hand...that might be something worth seeing. And taking off. And I'm going to stop there before I get another boner.
Speaking of which, somehow he managed to make his way over to us and both she and who I'm assuming is her husband to be look surprised. Most people do. Hell, we did. "Tatsuki, this is Ichigo. Ichigo, Tatsuki."
They both greet each other with smiles and Tatsuki introduces her significant other. The gay stick. Details for the wedding are explained as she gives us both an invitation and Ichigo falls over laughing at the thought of me in a dress. I'd say it's a more horrifying image, but whatever floats his boat I guess.
The bar gets closed down early that night and alcohol is passed around to everybody in celebration for just about everything. Tatsuki's wedding, Stark's promotion, me hopefully getting laid. That last one had Ichigo blushing so hard I thought I'd nicknamed the wrong person Tampon man for a moment.
Harribel ends up breaking out the stick halfway through and Ichigo finally got a glimpse of the true horror that she could be. He took a true liking to Stark though, and I think the lazy bartender felt the same because they ended up talking most of the night.
People didn't start dispersing off home or to their rooms until about two or three in the morning, but Ichigo was quite surprised to find that Harribel and Stark were offering up their room to us. It looked like he felt pretty bad about it, but I'm pretty sure he didn't want to see what went on behind closed doors.
He didn't feel bad for long considering he was tipsy. He refused anything past that, not really into the idea of getting shit faced. And as the two of us got ready to call it a night, I suddenly find myself flat on my back, Ichigo smiling happily on top of me.
Quirking a brow, he just chuckled and leaned down to kiss me. And not one of those shy little pecks he usually gives me, I mean a real fucking kiss. Good god is it amazing too. Smiling to himself he kisses me deeper as he wiggles around on my lap a little, smiling wider when a not so little problem arises.
As his hands start fiddling with the button on my pants, I force myself to stop everything. He looks disappointed but...for some strange reason I need to be sure. He might not be drunk, but tipsy's not exactly good either. With his hands restricted he just grinds against me and suddenly I'm pretty damn sure.
Hands released, the smile makes it's way back to his face as he nips at my lips and opens up my pants. I kiss him hard as he reaches a hand in and slowly starts to stroke me. It's been just me and my hand for quite some time now.
Eagerly he starts pulling my pants off, making quick work of my boxers after. He bites his lip nervously once he gets the full view, but it doesn't stop him as he starts stroking again. I'm quickly slapped away as I reach for his pants to return the favor and all I can do is give him a questioning look. He just gives me a mischievous look before taking his first taste.
I let out a sigh at the feeling and he looks contented with the response as he swirls his tongue around the tip before sucking it in. Gripping the sheets, I have to force myself not to thrust my hips as I let my head drop back onto the bed. He slowly starts getting used to using his tongue and taking more and more in.
Letting out a silent moan I manage to look back at what he's doing and I have to admit, I don't think I've seen anything hotter. The way his lips wrap around my dick and the satisfied look on his face at what he's doing to me. He brings one hand up to cover what his mouth can't and the other to play a little lower.
When he gives a sudden twist of his hand I can't help but gasp at how good it feels. He seems to catch on as he does it again and again, making the same motion with his mouth as he sucks and licks at my cock. Jesus Christ he's good for a virgin.
All too soon I'm being pushed over the edge, my body shaking and my hands coming up to hold him there as everything just spills out. He slowly lifts his head up as I let him go, the feeling intense on my oversensitive penis. He looks more than satisfied at himself as he swallows it.
I flop back down on the bed, brain fried from my first real orgasm in ages. He finds a tissue and cleans up before laying down next to me, pulling the covers over us. I manage to wrap my arm around his shoulder and ask, "What about you?"
He just shakes his head as we lay there silently.
The last thing I think before we drift off is, oh you're definitely getting repaid for that one my little strawberry.
Sorry it's been so long. I got a life. Been doin the new bf in the butt. Sorry this is short. There'll probably be a new one in the next couple days to go with this.