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"This Abarai Sensei guys just keeps getting weirder!" Keigo interrupted as his friends spoke amongst themselves.
"Why do you say that?" Orihime questioned curiously.
"Well, Mizuiro and I came back after class yesterday to get my book that he made me forget."
"I did not make you forget your book, Keigo." Mizuiro corrected.
"Did too! You were rushing me! 'Come on Keigo, we're gonna miss the movie.'." Keigo said in a mocking voice as he put his hands on his hips, poorly imitating Mizuiro.
"Whatever." Ichigo interrupted. "What happened?" He demanded as he shot a glance towards Renji who was obviously trying to look like he wasn't listening.
"Geeze Ichigo, don't be so uptight!" Keigo pouted. "Anyways, we came in to get my book and he was sitting at his desk, grading papers."
"What's so weird about that?" Ichigo tried to convince them.
"Well he was a mess. I mean his tie was crooked and his hair was all messy and his face was kinda red and he was breathing heavy like he had just gone jogging or something. I mean, why would he look like that if he was just grading papers?"
"That is a little weird." Orihime said quietly.
"Maybe he did go jogging." Ichigo laughed nervously. The group gave him with a puzzled look as he scratched the back of his head.
"In your seats." Renji yelled, trying to save Ichigo from having to explain why Renji was a disheveled mess yesterday. "One more worksheet on the female reproductive system." The class let out a stifled moan in unison. "Hey, don't blame me! I just do what the teacher said to." Renji reminded them as he passed out their work.
The students sat quietly completing their worksheets when Renji's voice interrupted the silence.
"Ichigo, may I see you in the hallway?" Renji said as plainly as possible, but the hint of lust in his voice didn't pass Ichigo's ears. He simply nodded, closed his text book, and followed Renji into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.
"Renji, what is this ab-?" Ichigo was cut off by Renji's fervent kiss. He pushed the student against the wall and ran his hands through his soft hair, moving quickly against his lips. As soon as Ichigo started to kiss him back, he pulled away and looked him in the eyes.
"We can't get caught Ichigo." Renji whispered in a serious tone.
"So you take me into the hallway where any teacher or student can walk by!?"
"Shhhhh…." Renji quieted the boy, placing a finger against his soft lips. "If Keigo brings it up again, you need to make something up and stick to that story, ok?" Ichigo nodded and gently sucked the finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the long digit. Renji closed his eyes for a moment before removing his finger from Ichigo's mouth.
"Actually," Ichigo whispered. "I don't need to make up a story. Keigo doesn't know I was there. So as far as he's concerned, your flustered appearance has nothing to do with me." Ichigo reminded him.
"Except for the fact that it actually had everything to do with you." His sensei chuckled. "But Keigo doesn't need to know that." Renji gave him one last kiss, lingering for just a moment before pulling away and heading back into the classroom. Ichigo follow suit and went back to his desk.
"What was all that about!?" Keigo whispered.
"All what?" Ichigo asked nervously.
"Going in the hallway you idiot! Did you get in trouble?"
"No, he…uh, had to tell me that my dad called the office. One of my sisters went home sick so I don't have to pick her up. That's all."
"Well that's no fun!" Keigo pouted. Ichigo sank into his chair, trying not to look suspicious and finished his worksheet.
The students talked quietly while waiting for the bell to ring. Renji fidgeted slightly at his desk, casually glancing at Ichigo every few moments. His bright orange hair, his dark brown eyes, his perfect, soft lips; everything about him was intoxicating.
Ichigo tuned out the conversation around him, casually glancing up at Renji every few moments. His bright red hair, his dark brown eyes, his perfect, soft lips; everything about him was intoxicating.
And there was no denying it.
Once the bell finally rang, the students all rushed out, leaving Ichigo sitting in his desk, staring intently at Renji. Once the classroom had emptied, Renji stood up stiffly, placing his hands on his desk. Ichigo stood up, walking briskly towards his Sensei, grabbed him by the collar, and crushed their lips together.
Renji inhaled sharply through his nose, slightly surprised by Ichigo's eagerness. He smirked and began sucking on the younger boy's bottom lip, nibbling it lightly. Ichigo finally gave in, letting Renji's tongue slide past his soft lips.
Sliding a hand down his torso, Renji began kissing him harder, Ichigo kissing him back with equal passion, rubbing his tongue against Renji's and tangling his fingers in the fire red hair.
Renji broke the kiss, moving to Ichigo's neck. He rolled his head to the side as his neck was assaulted by Renji's lips, kissing and sucking the bruising flesh. His nimble fingers began loosening the student's tie as he pushed him up against the chalkboard. Ichigo groaned as he felt Renji's leg slide between his own, lightly grinding his hips against his. Renji continued grinding his hips, unbuttoning the boy's shirt and kissing his collar bone.
"Ahhhhh……Renjiiiiiiii……" Ichigo moaned quietly when Renji took one of his nipples into his mouth.
"Shhhhhhh……" Renji cooed as he blew cold air on the boy's wet nipple, causing shivers to run down his spine. "We don't need any interruptions." Ichigo nodded his head as Renji began sucking on his other nipple, teasing the flesh with his teeth. His lips trailed down his well defined torso, dipping his tongue into Ichigo's navel. Just as he was about to unbuckled his belt, Ichigo jerked when his phone startled him. Renji looked up at him with a puzzled look as he dug in his pocket.
"Hello?" Ichigo said with an annoyed tone. "Juice? What for?" Another pause. "Alright dad, whatever. Yeah." Ichigo hung up angrily and threw the phone on the desk as Renji stood up.
"Juice?" Renji questioned.
"Yeah, my dad wants me to go get fucking juice before I pick up my sisters. Even though he's five minutes away from the grocery store! He's such an asshole sometimes!" Ichigo complained. Renji chuckled, crossing his arms against his chest.
"We just keep getting interrupted." He smiled.
"Yeah, no kidding." He let out a heavy sigh. "Sorry Sensei. I'll see you tomorrow." Renji simply nodded as Ichigo grabbed his books and walked out the door.
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"Dad! Why the hell can't you get your own damn juice?!" Ichigo growled as he slammed the door behind him.
"Hey! That's no way to talk to your father!" He pouted. "And for your information, I was watching TV when suddenly, out of nowhere, I was hit with an unquenchable thirst! I went to the fridge, but to my dismay, there was no juice!"
"Oh shut up dad." Ichigo snarled.
"Hey, I'm not finished! So on my way back to the couch, I rolled my ankle! And I thought, I can't drive to the store with a hurting ankle! But luckily, I had you! Thank you my boy!" Isshin said dramatically.
"Well here's your damn juice. I'm going upstairs to work on homework. Don't bother me about dinner, I have too much to do." Isshin stood with a puzzled look on his face as his son stormed upstairs and slammed his door.
"What's his problem?" Karin muttered.
"He's a teenager! It's probably all that angst! And built up sexual tension!"
"Dad, just go watch TV." Karin sighed. Isshin stood pouting as Karin walked off to go outside.
Ichigo locked the door and threw himself on his bed while mind kept wandering back to that last kiss. Closing his eyes, his hand almost subconsciously wandered down to his belt buckle. Rubbing himself through his boxers, he stifled a moan with the back of his hand.
"Nggghhhhh……" Ichigo groaned as he quickly grew hard just thinking about Renji's touch. He slipped his hand beneath the elastic band, both comforted and bored with the familiarity of his own hand. He began stroking his member harder and faster, stifling his moans. After a few moments, he found his release and quickly grabbed a handful of tissues and cleaned himself up.
He closed his eyes and slowly drifted to sleep, relishing in what tomorrow's class might hold.