Sober Intentions: Pros and Cons

"We've come to seduce you."

Hisagi. Toshiro had been tossing this around for a while. Well, since that night anyway. Hisagi and Abari. Both forces to be reckoned with on their own, together they were enough to pull down any objections he might have had. And had he not known from Matsumoto that they were both prone to alcohol induced amnesia, he would have stopped things right there. But again it comes to Hisagi.

He'd managed to avoid two meetings in which both men might be present, but that couldn't last forever. And anyway, he was certain that Hisagi didn't remember a thing. He was the one who'd been tasked with informing Toshiro of what transpired during the missed meetings, since Matsumoto was pretty much useless when it came to these things. Everyone mostly overlooked that. Their brief interactions were professional and impersonal. No, he was pretty sure that Hisagi didn't remember sucking his brain out through his cock or fucking him into oblivion.

But it was Abari who occupied his thoughts. He was sort of a wild card. Rangiku was pretty pliant after a few herself and had recently told him that Renji didn't always forget, even after that much Sake. So, yes, Hitsugaya Toshiro had been running away. Lately Abari seemed to be stalking him and he could only run so far. They were eventually going to run into each other in a way that he couldn't get out of. He was going to have to "man up" and face the consequences. He didn't have the convenience of claiming to be drunk.

There it was again, that faint and now familiar brush that told him Abari was right around the corner and hot on his heels. Toshiro flash stepped into the hot spring not too far away. He couldn't tell where Abari went, but he most likely wasn't going here and it would be the perfect place for him to retreat for a while and gather the courage to face the man.

He slipped out of one of the Yukatas he kept in a locker and into the calming water. This would be just the thing, if he could keep his mind off that night. Never had his mind been so blown into incoherence as then. Hisagi had certainly earned his reputation but Abari's voice in his ear, speaking of all the dirty things he'd been dreaming of doing… It was enough to make a grown man cry. Or come. Which he had - magnificently. That firm body behind him, eyes burning along his skin. Kami, he could relive that night over and over, in so many spectacular ways.

The most recent realization though was that he was reliving them with only one of the men. Hisagi was talent on two legs, and most found him quite alluring. But there was something about the fire that Abari exuded that turned Toshiro on more than anything before. He was so brash and obvious, not controlled and cold as the outside world viewed Toshiro himself. If only they knew the thoughts he'd been having, those who thought they knew him would die of shock.

And now here he was, in a public spring, sporting a hard on for the man he'd been running from all week. He could still feel the faint brush of him around somewhere, possibly somewhere nearby even, but his own emotions were getting in the way of that control he was so famous for. Luckily the bath could be blamed for the sweat beading his skin and sticking the hair to his face, even the reddening he could feel on his cheeks. No one was present at the moment but that didn't mean it would stay that way so he'd have to be rid of his problem quickly and get out of there. Reaching under the water, he grabbed himself and squeezed, dropping the temperature to near frigid in the surrounding area. He got out of the water quickly and dressed, hoping no one would notice that he was still half-hard.

Deciding to be irresponsible for once, Toshiro skipped out of his office for the rest of the day to meditate. He needed to make some decisions and come up with a plan to implement whichever way he decided to handle things. He would start with a pro's and con's list. That's what he always told Matsumoto to do when she wouldn't leave him alone about something, or someone.

Not being sure which was a pro and which was a con, he thought about Abari. Abari versus Renji; that would do. He could run it all through his head and be decided before dinner time. Yes, it would be simple as that. Exactly.

Abari: Rash, difficult, sexy – wait that's a score for Renji. Okay, difficult, if word of mouth was anything to go by. In the real world quite frequently, so a serious relationship might not be as easy, though that could be a positive too – they wouldn't get on each other's nerves as much. Oh, there, they were sure to get on each other's nerves. Polar opposites, even down to appearance, though that wasn't really a bad thing either. I mean, he could hold Toshiro between his body and any vertical surface with ease. He was almost freakishly huge. And those hands… Oh, those hands. It would almost be like being touched everywhere all at once. He was all hands like dinner plates that could lift Toshiro off the ground with one while touching everywhere with the other. And – these thoughts were not conductive to this process.

Okay, then. Start with the Renji list. Yeah, that's already going strong, if the tent in his hakama were anything to go by. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to think about this while sitting on the same bed where it had all begun. Sure, it looked immaculate but he was almost positive he could still smell the musk of rutting in the air.

Quickly stripping down to his skin, he thought more on the Renji list. That red, red hair splayed out over his shoulders, slightly disheveled from their activities. His hot breath in Toshiro's ear as he described, in detail, all the things he'd been thinking about doing to the Taichou. His hot body pressed tightly up against Toshiro's back, or when they were flipped the other way around and Renji crawled his way backward onto Toshiro's cock. Oh, yeah. Those were definitely in the "keep" list. And when they kissed, it was like fire burning Toshiro's blood, but in a good way. He'd never felt anything like it. And the thought of going the rest of his life never feeling that way again was enough to pull his hand from his groin and stare unseeing at the ceiling.

So, it was decided. Renji. They could make this work, right? Renji may be brash and unexpected, but he was faithful to a fault. He had the ability to love unconditionally, in whatever fashion that love took. Something that Toshiro himself felt, though never before in a romantic way. Could he feel that for Renji? He started to stroke himself again. This was pleasure, yes. But it could be love. He admired the man. Renji spoke his mind, you never need know where you stood. All it would take was Toshiro opening himself to the possibility and he would know what he could mean to Renji. Hisagi may have blown his mind out through his cock, but those few kisses with Renji had rocked his world. Just remembering them now was going to take him over the edge within a few long strokes. The hair, the arms, those hands, and that perfect, perfect tongue. Whether whispering in his ear or stroking his own tongue… and Toshiro's sight whited out.

Renji - definitely. Renji it is.