Dream A Little Dream
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
2
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Chapter One
Abarai Renji was not one to miss a party. The fact that he’d been called away to fight some lower level hollow two towns over while Ichigo’s 18th birthday party was going on was more than enough to put a permanent scowl on his face.
He mumbled and cursed as he made his way through the streets of Karakura Town. The moon had already made its turn back toward the earth, a sure sign that Ichigo’s party was well and done. While his shinigami comrades could party until the dawn, he doubted the Ichigo’s friends had done much partying at all.
Maybe the idiot saved me some sake, Renji thought hopefully as he leapt onto the roof of the Kurosaki Clinic. His hopes were cinched as he saw the darkness of Ichigo’s room through the open window. He stepped tentatively onto the sill and glanced around the room.
The smell of sake lingered in the cool room, two jugs that Renji could only assume were empty sitting on Ichigo’s desk. Must’ve been one hell of a party… Renji grinned as he let his eyes wander to the bed beneath him.
His eyes widened at the sight of Ichigo in front of him. His skin was covered with a slight flush and sweat glistened on his skin. The sheets were rumbled and pushed down at an angle, half of his toned chest exposed. Renji’s eyes followed the line of sheets down his abdomen, his hip, his thigh as it disappeared underneath the covers. His chest rose and fell softly, his hand resting on his bare stomach, the other flung haphazardly on the bed.
Ichigo was passed out drunk… and completely naked.
“Hmmm…” Ichigo moaned, his hand rubbing lightly over the muscles of his stomach.
Someone’s having a nice dream, Renji thought with a smirk.
“Renji…”
Renji’s gaze snapped to Ichigo’s face, fearing he’d been caught watching him sleep. When he noticed that the substitute shinigami’s eyes were still closed, he breathed a sigh of relief until he realized Ichigo had just moaned his name in his sleep.
What the hell? He felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach and scowled. All he did was say my name. Maybe he’s dreamin’ that he’s kickin’ my ass … he thought, trying to will away the heat slowly rolling through his body.
Just then, Ichigo shifted, turning on his side and facing the wall. The sheets pooled to the bed, completely exposing him to Renji and the vice captain felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw the erection resting between the boy’s legs.
Ok… that’s not something you see in a fight… Damn.
He swallowed, his throat suddenly unbearably dry.
“Mmm…” Ichigo moaned, his head turning slightly on the pillow as if to offer his neck to someone.
Renji bit back a groan as he felt his own cock spring to life. Aww, Christ.
He felt himself twitch as another moan came from Ichigo’s lips, his hand sliding low and his hips arching into the touch.
“Renji…” Ichigo’s mouth hung open slightly at the name, his tongue swiping across his lips as he started to rock into the friction of his hand.
Renji adjusted himself in his hakama, his hand lingering as he stared, his own tongue flicking to his lips unconsciously as Ichigo’s breathing became a steady stream of pleasure-filled moans. He pulled his hand away reluctantly when he realized what Ichigo would do to him if he caught him jacking off on his window sill in the middle of the night.
What is goin’ on in that head of yours, Ichigo?
As if he’d heard the thoughts, Ichigo’s mouth opened in a staggering gasp as he thrust into his fist. Renji clenched his jaw and forcefully twined his fingers together to keep them from traveling back to his crotch.
His body beginning to sweat from the sheer force of will it was not to touch himself, Renji watched as Ichigo’s long fingers wrapped around his cock, his hips rocking faster into the tightness of his fist.
“Renji… Please…” he pled, his eyes clenching tight as he thrust again.
Ichigo’s body tensed suddenly and another shuddering gasp made it’s way through him as he came, his seed spilling onto the sheets. Renji felt his stomach tighten at the scene, Ichigo’s hips slowing their pace, his fingers still wrapped loosely around the softening cock.
Goddamn, he looks amazing when he comes…Renji thought, his own erection pulsing painfully in his uniform at the erotic scene in front of him.
Ichigo’s hand fell away, his mind falling into another, less physical dream. After a few moments, Renji reached through the window and pulled the sheets over to cover the sleeping figure, a soft sigh falling from Ichigo’s mouth as he nuzzled into the pillow.
Renji pulled away and adjusted himself once more, glancing over his shoulder and into Ichigo’s room before hopping from the roof.
Dream a little dream… Renji thought with a grin as he made his way back to Urahara’s, the image of Ichigo’s lips whispering his name as he fucked his own fist still lingering in his mind.
He mumbled and cursed as he made his way through the streets of Karakura Town. The moon had already made its turn back toward the earth, a sure sign that Ichigo’s party was well and done. While his shinigami comrades could party until the dawn, he doubted the Ichigo’s friends had done much partying at all.
Maybe the idiot saved me some sake, Renji thought hopefully as he leapt onto the roof of the Kurosaki Clinic. His hopes were cinched as he saw the darkness of Ichigo’s room through the open window. He stepped tentatively onto the sill and glanced around the room.
The smell of sake lingered in the cool room, two jugs that Renji could only assume were empty sitting on Ichigo’s desk. Must’ve been one hell of a party… Renji grinned as he let his eyes wander to the bed beneath him.
His eyes widened at the sight of Ichigo in front of him. His skin was covered with a slight flush and sweat glistened on his skin. The sheets were rumbled and pushed down at an angle, half of his toned chest exposed. Renji’s eyes followed the line of sheets down his abdomen, his hip, his thigh as it disappeared underneath the covers. His chest rose and fell softly, his hand resting on his bare stomach, the other flung haphazardly on the bed.
Ichigo was passed out drunk… and completely naked.
“Hmmm…” Ichigo moaned, his hand rubbing lightly over the muscles of his stomach.
Someone’s having a nice dream, Renji thought with a smirk.
“Renji…”
Renji’s gaze snapped to Ichigo’s face, fearing he’d been caught watching him sleep. When he noticed that the substitute shinigami’s eyes were still closed, he breathed a sigh of relief until he realized Ichigo had just moaned his name in his sleep.
What the hell? He felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach and scowled. All he did was say my name. Maybe he’s dreamin’ that he’s kickin’ my ass … he thought, trying to will away the heat slowly rolling through his body.
Just then, Ichigo shifted, turning on his side and facing the wall. The sheets pooled to the bed, completely exposing him to Renji and the vice captain felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw the erection resting between the boy’s legs.
Ok… that’s not something you see in a fight… Damn.
He swallowed, his throat suddenly unbearably dry.
“Mmm…” Ichigo moaned, his head turning slightly on the pillow as if to offer his neck to someone.
Renji bit back a groan as he felt his own cock spring to life. Aww, Christ.
He felt himself twitch as another moan came from Ichigo’s lips, his hand sliding low and his hips arching into the touch.
“Renji…” Ichigo’s mouth hung open slightly at the name, his tongue swiping across his lips as he started to rock into the friction of his hand.
Renji adjusted himself in his hakama, his hand lingering as he stared, his own tongue flicking to his lips unconsciously as Ichigo’s breathing became a steady stream of pleasure-filled moans. He pulled his hand away reluctantly when he realized what Ichigo would do to him if he caught him jacking off on his window sill in the middle of the night.
What is goin’ on in that head of yours, Ichigo?
As if he’d heard the thoughts, Ichigo’s mouth opened in a staggering gasp as he thrust into his fist. Renji clenched his jaw and forcefully twined his fingers together to keep them from traveling back to his crotch.
His body beginning to sweat from the sheer force of will it was not to touch himself, Renji watched as Ichigo’s long fingers wrapped around his cock, his hips rocking faster into the tightness of his fist.
“Renji… Please…” he pled, his eyes clenching tight as he thrust again.
Ichigo’s body tensed suddenly and another shuddering gasp made it’s way through him as he came, his seed spilling onto the sheets. Renji felt his stomach tighten at the scene, Ichigo’s hips slowing their pace, his fingers still wrapped loosely around the softening cock.
Goddamn, he looks amazing when he comes…Renji thought, his own erection pulsing painfully in his uniform at the erotic scene in front of him.
Ichigo’s hand fell away, his mind falling into another, less physical dream. After a few moments, Renji reached through the window and pulled the sheets over to cover the sleeping figure, a soft sigh falling from Ichigo’s mouth as he nuzzled into the pillow.
Renji pulled away and adjusted himself once more, glancing over his shoulder and into Ichigo’s room before hopping from the roof.
Dream a little dream… Renji thought with a grin as he made his way back to Urahara’s, the image of Ichigo’s lips whispering his name as he fucked his own fist still lingering in his mind.