Writer: Hello everyone! This is chapter 5, rated MA so if you're a youngun then... err... step away from the computer! Sorry it takes me so long to write these chapters, but I want to make them really good and I am always coming up with new ideas. Well this is FINALLY the chapter where there is some SERIOUS lovin'. Please enjoy and don't be harsh or I'll just have to uh... I don't know. Anyways, I dedicate this to Pip! She's the one who keeps me writing, thanks you horny bastard! (just kidding) Oh and I apologize if any spacing is off...
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I don't own Bleach or any characters or whatever... Oh and obviously I'm not making money off of this otherwise it would be much better.
Have you Done this Before?
That dream fucked with me so badly, it was so real, I was afraid someone had raped my mouth in my sleep. I have had to avoid Keigo all week because of it. I can't get the image of him out of my head. The image of him squirming and moaning and thrusting into my mouth. Anyways, I tried to avoid Keigo, but somehow I ended up agreeing to sleep over his house tonight. So here I am, how I got here... I'm not sure. I'm in his room again- those jade green walls. It's late, and we're watching Keigo's favourite horror movie. He's really jumpy, and honestly I wouldn't mind putting my arms around him to comfort him, but I know I can't. If I did, he wouldn't think anything of it, but I know how it would make me feel. One touch from him and I find it hard to control myself, I find it hard to breathe. Imagine if I was the one that initiated the contact? How would I be able to stop myself? I don't think I could. So, I hope a hand on his lower arm will suffice, and it's okay, until Keigo jumps again. I find his hand gripped onto mine, and I can feel his clammy palm tighten its grip. I jerked away at the contact, I hadn't expected it! We returned to watching the movie, I was trying to hide a blush, while Keigo blushed with embarrassment of being so frightened of this movie that he's seen a million times. Keigo slouched down in the couch and put his feet up on the table in front of us, looking through his knees to obstruct his view slightly. I had to try my hardest not to laugh at the childish display he was performing. He looked up from the television at me, and we both broke out in wide, toothy grins at how stupid he was being. And just as this happened, someone on the TV screen let out a blood-curdling scream that made Keigo jump 5 feet in the air, and he screeched like a little girl! But I realized then, his had made a death-vice grip on my upper thigh... my way... way... upper thigh. If he had moved his hand any higher, he'd be giving me a hand job. I squirmed at this, uncontrollably, like my body was trying to inch his hand up so that there was actual contact! I gasped and screwed my mouth shut. No one ever, never ever, had touched me here... if at all! It was something I wasn't used to, and Keigo was completely unaware, eyes glued to the screen in complete fright at the scene unraveling before him. He hopefully hadn't realized the tense issue that was developing in my tight jeans. My mind started wandering at this point, I couldn't help it! It wouldn't stop; the images just flooded my brain with scenes of Keigo playfully rubbing and cupping against my growing erection, making me wriggle and jerk toward the offending hand. The scene wouldn't stop playing in my head, no matter how hard I tried to shake it off. My erection was nearly at full-attention, making an extremely obvious tent in my pants. I was uncomfortable, hot, embarrassed. All of this from just a simply misplaced hand? I was pathetic. It was then I realized... the movie was over, the credits began to roll. I jumped up, away from Keigo, stretched my arms and yawned.
"Wow that was... scary..." I yawned again, God I was tired...
"Ichigo, you weren't even scared for one second, are you making fun of me?" he pouted.
"No, not at all." we grinned playfully at each other. "So are you tired yet?"
"Hmm... nope." damn... I was hoping he would be. "Besides, I have a surprise for you."
What? A surprise? I was worried now. "I'll be right back!" he sing-songed and walked into his closet. I heard some clanking sounds, and Keigo cursed under his breath. Cute I thought. Damnit... I can't be thinking shit like that all the time; I'm not some fucking chick. I scolded myself. I had been slipping up a lot, little things he did made me admire him all the more... and I couldn't risk that. He sauntered back over to me; in a way that I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down to his slim hips. He had something behind his back, and I wasn't really expecting what he brought out.
"Tada!" he sang.
"What... Sake?"
"Just drink it!" he shoved the bottle in my hand, hell I wasn't going to refuse! We removed the capping and drank straight from the bottle, passing it back and forth. It wasn't long before we had finished it. Coughing occasionally and trying to act like we enjoyed the taste of it. It was the first time we had ever drunk, so naturally we were a pretty tipsy, but we weren't plastered or anything... sadly. I really wish I could have drunk the bottle myself; or two... or more. I just don't want to feel this way around him anymore. Keigo stood up then, from where we had still been seated on the couch, and walked to his bed with some difficulty and flopped down.
"Ichigo... I have a secret." he was mumbling into the mattress, thinking of him pressed into that bed made me think of other things, where his moans and screams might be stifled from that pesky comforter he would be pushed up against.
"A secret?" I shook away my thoughts and tried to pay attention to what was happening now.
"Yeah... I'm really intolerant of alcohol."
"Okay... so what?" we hadn't drank that much, what the hell is he talking about?
"No I mean... really. I'm like, a light-weight or something." He was stumbling a little with his words.
"I have... this SUPER low alcohol tolerance level... thing." He was starting to sound strange... and I was getting nervous.
"Ichigo... Ichigo come over here." he flung his arm out from underneath himself and slammed his loose fist against the puffy comforter.
"Pleeeeaase!" he rolled over onto his back.
I walked cautiously over, and lay down next to him with my hands behind my head. He rolled to his side, to face me, being propped up with his right arm, looking down at me laying there. His eyes were a little glassy, and his cheeks were tinted pink. I turned away and stared at the ceiling. I felt blood rush up to my face.
"Ichigo... do you think I'm pretty?" he slurred a little, looking at me intensely.
"What?!" I was taken aback by this... what the hell kind of a question is that?
"I saaaiidd... do you"- he poked me in the chest with his finger- "think I'm pretty?"
"Yeah, sure... I guess." I shrugged the question away, trying to think of a way to change the subject, but all I could think of was what I would love to do to this poor boy laying next to me. Images flooded my mind and I felt this electricity in my body. I felt the weight on the bed shift as I continued to stare at the ceiling, and Keigo draped himself overtop of me. It was like I had been shocked by an electrical pulse, my senses heightened and his touch overwhelmed me. I could feel my blood rushing south, just from the touch. He was making circles over the middle of my stomach, slowly moving down. It tingled my whole body, and I didn't want Keigo to stop, I wanted him to touch me and treat me how I wanted to treat him. He had migrated to the edge of my shirt, and I was sweating bullets by this point in time.
"Keigo..." I whispered.
"Hm." was his only reply, as he lazily crept underneath my shirt. "Ichigo, you're so muscular!" Keigo turned and looked at me, his left hand still lightly tickling my abdomen, his hair covering part of his face and splayed out against my t-shirt. I could feel myself getting hard, and fast. This was so pathetic! But I mean, honestly, I'd never been touched by anyone like this, not even myself! I was a no-nonsense kind of guy when it came to self-pleasuring; I found the whole ritual of it to be degrading, so I tried to refrain from it as much as possible which worked pretty well until recently when I started being around Keigo more.
As you might realize... my mind was racing right now. Keigo was working his way up my shirt, and I was losing my grip.
"Uh, K-keigo...", he was laying down, his chin resting above my hips, and he was looking at nothing in particular. "Keigo..." I was trying to get him to snap back to reality, I could tell he was drifting off somewhere, and his long fingers had found their way up to my upper chest, and I felt a jolt of pleasure. It was different then what I normally feel from myself, oh my God, it was teasing. Keigo was stroking the pad of his thumb against one of my nipples. I was arching into that touch, I couldn't help it. I pressed my lips together in order to stifle any noises I might have produced. Keigo was still staring off, and he was pushing my shirt up. I didn't know what the fuck to do. The next thing I knew, I felt another jolt of pleasure.
"Oh, f-fuuuck!" Keigo's tongue circled around my other nipple, while his fingers continued their torture on the other. Oh shit and now he was biting me, I couldn't take it anymore, and honestly this was bullshit. Why was he making sexual passes? I had always assumed he was straight and nothing had ever told me otherwise... well until now. So I grabbed him by the wrists and flipped him over so I was on top.
"Is this what you want Keigo?" I shook him, "is it?!" he just stared at me, his eyes dark.
"Shut up." it was a demand, not a suggestion. And I did the unthinkable, the completely, absolutely, unthinkable. I kissed him. I pressed my lips hard to his, and I heard him groan in his throat and he pressed his hips up into mine, and I jerked mine down hard onto his. I didn't know what had gotten into me! My body was doing things that my mind hadn't told it; at least I don't think it told it? Keigo moaned loudly at my actions, his mouth opening as I migrated to his jaw. I licked and nipped down to Keigo's long, white neck and began to bite him. I wasn't sure why... this all just felt right.
'Oh, GOD! Ichigoooo!" Keigo shrieked as I continued to bite and lick his sensitive neck.
He was panting and moaning at this simple act. I kissed my way back to his mouth and began to kiss him, open-mouthed. He was the first person I had ever kissed, and he was my best friend. I tentatively entered my tongue into his mouth, and stroked it against his.
I wasn't really sure how to kiss like this, but Keigo obviously did. He took complete control of the kiss, deepening it by lacing his fingers in my hair and pulling me closer.
"Mmmm, Ichigo..." Keigo moaned into my mouth. This was all happening so fast. Keigo broke away from the kiss and started sucking on my upper lip, and I began biting hard on his lower. He broke away from his torturous actions and let out a vicious moan.
"Nnnggh! Ichigo!" he groaned. I could taste blood on my tongue as I licked gently at the lips I surely have bruised. I pulled away, and Keigo's lips were slightly swollen from our ferocious coupling. We were both panting heavily, Keigo wiggling under my weight against my now rock-hard erection. I could feel his as well. I wanted him... now. My primitive instincts were obviously taking over my body. I lifted up Keigo's shirt hastily, and he struggled to take it off, obviously tipsy. Once the offending article of clothing was removed, Keigo latched himself back onto my lips. I trailed my hands all over his stomach, chest, everything, attempting to memorize it by touch.
"Uhhh..." Keigo sighed into my mouth, arching into my touch. "Ichigo," he cooed, "please..." He looked into my eyes, and they were begging me. I kissed down his chest, lazily taking a pert nipple into my mouth and sucking and biting it.
"Nnngghh!!! Ichigo!" Keigo panted and his hips jerked. I moved further down his chest, kissing and biting the whole way, leaving love bites in my wake. It felt bazaar, like I had marked him as my own.
I reached the edge of his pants, kissing along the hem, and licking underneath it. I could smell his arousal, thick in the air.
"Fuck, I-ch-i... uuuhhh. Please, please, Ichigo!" his begging was turning me on even more. I looked up at Keigo, my best friend... my... lover? He was looking back at me, down at me. He was biting his lower lip, cheeks flushed, shiny with sweat. I felt dirty, I felt like a whore, I felt aroused and I wanted to give him all that I had.
"Ichigo, p-please..." he whispered.
"Please what?" I teased, dipping my fingers into his boxers, stroking the skin above his organ, obviously driving the boy to insanity.
"Please... just... do something. Pleeeaassse!!" He was nearly screaming at me, mouth hanging open and panting. My dreams were coming true. I was becoming suspicious of
Keigo's actions though, and I began to feel self conscious. Keigo was looking down at me, waiting for me to make my next move, but I was hesitant. This was the first boy, well, first person I've ever been interested in being more than just a friend with. I was confused and scared of what to do next, and I didn't want him to regret this
"Keigo... are you sure?" he was tipsy... was this all just a momentary lapse in judgment?
"Ichigo... Ichigo... please..." my name on his lips like that was so arousing, but I couldn't lose my head, I needed to make sure.
"No, Keigo. Are you sure?" I glared at him seriously.
"... Yes..." Keigo whispered. He gazed into my eyes, and his earlier drunkenness seemed a facade. He wrapped his arms around my neck while I had myself propped up overtop of him. I brought my right hand to his face and cupped it in my hand, dragging my thumb over his bottom lip and pulling down gently on his jaw so his mouth pouted open slightly.
I leaned in for a searing, slow, passionate kiss. It blew my mind, and I believed him then.
I migrated back down his chest, licking and kissing across my path, rekindling the earlier heat. When I reached the edge of his jeans again, I didn't stop.
"You ready?" I breathed heavily over his sweat-slick stomach.
"Uhh." he moaned softly, and I began to slowly unzip his jeans, freeing his erection from the confines of the material. His boxers were soaked with pre-come, and honestly I had a sense of satisfaction from knowing that. I couldn't wait anymore, I really, really couldn't. I have waited so long to be able to touch him like his, I could not stall anymore. I mouthed his massive hard-on through the thin cotton of his boxers and cupped his balls and stroked them through the fabric. The smell of him was intoxicating and Keigo was squirming with anticipation.
"Oh God! Ichigo! Please don't stop..." he panted out. He laced his fingers in my hair, trying to make me progress faster. It was so arousing, having him grinding his clothed erection against my mouth.
"Mmmm, Ichigoooo!" He grinded out, sounding frustrated. I chuckled against his organ, making Keigo squirm even more! I pulled down his boxers, finally freeing his cock completely, and pulling his jeans completely off along with his boxers. I leaned back on my heels and looked down at him; I was still completely clothed while Keigo was completely naked. He was absolutely gorgeous. He was lean and pale, and his cheeks were tinted pink and his eyes were darkened with lust. His lips were swollen and red from me, and his long gorgeous brown hair was splayed out on the pillow he was resting on. I gazed down his body, to his jutting hips that I just wanted to bite, so I did.
"AH!" Keigo jumped, startled. I leaned back a little and gazed at his organ, admiring the fact it stood at full attention... because of me. I kissed the tip of it, and Keigo moaned heavily. I kissed down the side and back up, never giving the straining erection too much attention.
"Ichigo GOD DAMNIT!!!" Keigo screamed. "Ichigo just fucking stop teasing me and do it already! Please!!" He's so fucking impatient.
I wrapped my hand around his massive, dripping cock and worked it slowly up and down.
"N-no... Ichigo... please, your mouth, use your mouth! Suck me off!" Keigo demanded, glaring at me, it was obviously a demand and not a suggestion and I was happy to comply.
I engulfed the tip, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the pre-come that had assembled there. It was salty and kind of bitter... but the taste was something I seemed to enjoy, and I knew I needed more of it immediately. It tasted good to me, everything did, and I wanted him to come in my mouth so I could taste it more. I pulled back and blew on the tip, something I remembered doing in my dream.
"Ooohh Ichigo... yesss..."
I took him back into my mouth and worked back and forth, sucking as I pulled back and wrapping my tongue around him, and I could taste Keigo's pre-come again. I brought a hand up to his balls and caressed them, eliciting a deep moan from Keigo, making me groan deep in my throat, vibrating through to Keigo's swollen organ.
"Yes, yes, yes! Ichigo! Don't stop, please, don't... stop!" Keigo dug his nails into my scalp and yanked me down onto his erection, and I deep throated him and gagged. It was accidental; I didn't even know how I did it! My eyes welled up with tears and Keigo began to fuck my throat... hard.
"Yes! Yes! Oh Fuck! Ichigo! Ichigooooooo!!!" Keigo was screaming out my name. "Oh
God Ichigo! It's so good! So... fucking... good!" I moaned in my throat, holy shit Keigo was turning me on so much, it was unbelievable. He was crying out my name, MY name!
I was so ecstatic; I never wanted this to end. I kept moaning and humming as Keigo rode upwards into my mouth and throat. I regained control, but continued to deep-throat him. Keigo's eyes were filled with tears and he was drooling out of the corner of his mouth as it hung a-gape from his heavy breathing. He was slick and shiny with sweat and I was becoming even more aroused as he stared down at me, propped up on his elbows. I didn't really understand how I could be more aroused then I already was, but I felt my erection dripping its own pre-come.
"Oh shit... Ichigo... oh fuck! Fuck Ichigo! I'm gonna, nnnggghh! I'm gonna c-c-come! Oh fuck! Oh God Ichigo it's sooo f-f-uuucking Good!" Keigo threw his head back moaning loudly and cursing like a sailor. He began to impale my throat again, lifting his hips off the mattress, but I still remained mostly in control. Well, I wanted to try something different. I slicked two of my fingers in the sweat and pre-come that was on his groin area and teased my finger around his entrance.
"Nnngh! Ichigo! Whaa? Wait, wait! Ichigo... tell me the truth, fuck! S-stop please!" so I did. "Ichigo, have you done this before?" he looked at me as my mouth hovered above his ready-to-burst erection, and I could tell he was embarrassed for having asked the question.
"Yeah... Keigo... I have... only in dreams... and only to you." and he couldn't say anymore before I plunged my fingers all the way into him.
"Ooohhhh FUCK!! Ichigooooooo!!" Keigo cried out my name as I began finger-fucking him viciously, I wanted it to hurt.
"Ah! Ichigo! Mmmpphh!" he gritted his teeth together and yanked on my reddish hair. "Ichigo, it-it hurts! Ah! Ah! It hurts! D-don't stop! Make me come Ichigo! I'm so c-close!" Keigo increased the speed of his hips, slamming into my mouth, fucking my throat so hard that my eyes were blinded with tears. I laughed in my head about how Keigo enjoyed that I was hurting him a little. And I impaled him with my fingers even harder, and even faster, keeping in time with his thrusts.
"Ichiii-gooo!" Keigo screamed so loud I thought the neighbors would break down his front door as he came violently into my mouth... oh the taste of him was intoxicating. I sucked him off until he stopped coming, and his come had leaked out onto my chin and lips and I was about to lick it away until I felt someone else's tongue lapping at it.
"Mmmm..." Keigo hummed, "I taste pretty good." His face was flushed and he looked like he might pass out. He attempted a grin, which in his disheveled state made him look cheeky and suggestive. I planted a gentle kiss on his already swollen mouth and brought a hand up to tangle in his gorgeous hair. As we kissed, Keigo began undressing me. The next thing I new my shirt was gone and I was in just my jeans, and Keigo was making his way with those as well. He was in the process of unzipping them, and I stood up to do it myself.
"Wait..." Keigo brought a hand up to stop me from undoing the zipper. He stroked my stomach and sides, tracing the V-line that my muscles made down to my groin.
"Mmm..." I moaned quietly at the warming touch, and Keigo began kissing down my stomach.
"You look really sexy in just those jeans." He said, grinning a little. Did he really just say that? He apparently thought I'd look better without them though, because he began unzipping me again.
"What? You aren't wearing any boxers! No underwear Ichigo?"
"Hey, you try wearing boxers with pants this tight!" They weren't really that tight, but I just didn't want to wear any underwear! It's not a fucking crime or anything.
"No its okay... I like it..." he smirked before pulling my jeans down all the way. Stepping out of them, I rejoined Keigo on the bed and began kissing him once more. He laid back, with me on top again, Keigo was already hard. I ground my erection down on his, which elicited a deep groan from Keigo and an embarrassingly surprised moan from me, that sounded somewhat gaspy and altogether just over-eager. He chuckled in his throat, and I felt a hand wrap around my erection.
"K-Keigo!!" I nearly yelled. Oh this was too good to be true. I wasn't even sure how this had happened, but oh my God I was happy it did. It felt so good! Keigo was teasing me and making me pant like a beast!
"Keigo! Nggh! Damnit! Why are you d-doing this?"
"Doing what? This?" he sped up his ministrations.
"Ah!! Fuck, no! I mean all of this!" It was really hard to sound serious when you were moaning loudly and drooling slightly from an amazing hand job. Instead of answering right away though, he stopped and pulled me to him and kissed me sensually, tangling his hands in my hair lovingly, not painfully.
"Because I couldn't stop thinking about you, about doing this. I can never think of anyone but you... Ichigo." I looked into his eyes, and I felt something break inside of me, something that was making me hold back. I grabbed him in my arms, tight, and kissed him all over.
"Keigo... Keigo..." I just repeated his name over and over again. This was as close to love as I've ever gotten. And Keigo pushed me down on the mattress and started grinding against my erection.
"Oh, Ichigo! This is everything I imagined!" he sped up, grinding against me and pressing his mouth against my shoulder. I felt his tongue slip out and lick my shoulder before he bit it as he increased his speed again.
"Keigo! Ah!" It wasn't enough! He wrapped a hand around both of our erections and began to jack us both off as he bit into my neck, and kissed his way up to my mouth. We began an arousing, painful kiss and I was already getting close. I was thrusting into his hand and against his arousal, and I felt myself just... on... the... edge...
And suddenly I felt something tickling my stomach, and felt something warm and wet envelope my arousal. I looked up, still panting and sweaty and just about to come. It was then I realized Keigo was sucking me off, and his hair tickled my abdomen. The feeling of his mouth was so... indescribable. It was hot and wet and tight when he sucked on me. I screamed out his name as I came; a shaking, mind-blowing orgasm that was the most amazing thing I had ever felt, I came and came and came, and I couldn't stop the noises that erupted out of my throat.
"Nnnggghhh!! Ahhhhh!! Keigo!"
And Keigo came a split second after I did; and I realized then that he had not been touching himself as he went down on me. This means he... he came just because I did...
Keigo fell on top of me, both of us obviously spent. I kissed the top of his head and pulled him close to me. And then the world went black.