Not Close Enough

Renji yawned a bit and turned over, his legs tangled around someone. Said person was shifting as well both of them cocooned in the covers. Ichigo yelped, feeling an invisible force pinning him to the bed and weighing him down. For a few seconds he struggled and panicked but something like a soft kiss stopped him in complete shock.

Invisible to him, Renji pinned Ichigo down with one leg thrown over his hips. Half-asleep Renji slipped his tongue into Ichigo's mouth and plundered it, desiring a taste. Under him, Ichigo struggled a bit against the unknown force, his eyes wide with shock but his voice and throat unable to form sound due to something arresting it in place. Throwing up two hands Ichigo felt something with density and weight even though it was invisible, his fingers tracing over texture he was not sure of.

Feather light touches traced all over Ichigo's bared stomach once the covers were thrown back. Still unable to form words or even cry out Ichigo grunted gutturally. Then something brushed over the bulge tenting his pants up. He shivered with want from head to toe. Of their own accord, his boxers jerked downwards so he felt cold air on his body parts. The majority of weight once pinning his hips down had shifted so it pinioned both his knees.

“G… shit… I can’t take it…” Ichigo moaned.

Up and down his now pink shaft, the tight band squeezed. Unable to discern if it was a hand or a mouth at this point Ichigo jerked his hips up reflexively. That light tickling on his balls almost drove him prematurely over the edge. Seconds later his opening stretched from another ghostly invasion spreading him.

“Oi, what the hell?” This early in the morning?” Ichigo yelped in protest. Immediately the prodding stopped. A warm tightness squeezing his erection like a vise replaced it. Something very massive and substantial edging its way overtop his straining cock elicited a loud choked off cry. He lay pinned under the weight sitting flush on his hips. Both hands flew to either side of his head at that moment pinioned by invisible cuffs.

Driven half-mad with lust Ichigo thrust his hips up into the tightness. In response, the mass slammed back down. Ichigo bit down into something else he could not see to muffle his strangled grunts. Bucking desperately only to have the container clench back down and it’s full weight more massive than his repeatedly pressing him harder into the bed.

Through slitted eyes, Ichigo saw his erection bobbing but held rigid. Unable to hold back he cried out, "Shit... can't... cumming!"

Ichigo bit off each word at the memory of where he was and how stupid this looked. He was glad he shut the blinds last night. Though the white stream of semen spurted up it stopped against an unseen spasming cylinder. Instead, it trickled down his length with deliberate slowness.

"Ahh... shit... that had better fucking be you Renji, or I’ll..." Ichigo half choked.

Another immobilization of tongue and lips by something soft and gentle answered him. Blankets shifted by themselves up over him but draped higher in the form of a man's back and head. Pressed deeper into the bed Ichigo half cursed at something settling on top of him.

"Oi, get off me. You're too damn heavy," Ichigo cursed, wriggling. Two minutes later the mass shifted to the side along with the covers. A hot tight container slipped off his limp length leaving him sticky and cold.

Tingling from head to toe Ichigo was too satisfied to be pissed for long. He hugged his knees savoring the incredible high from post coital released. Then he swung around to sit up, rubbing his eyes. "I don’t know if I'll ever get used to this..." he mumbled sheepishly.

Around his neck draped a weight followed by an object nestling in his shoulder. Incredible delicious warmth surrounded him from behind again. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut, reluctant to leave the comfort of his secret companion.

Sighing Ichigo said, "Thanks to you I'm a mess. I'm gonna get a shower..."

The warmth departed leaving him cold. Muscles protested in his hips and shoulders as he rose up. Yawning he snatched the robe from his closet hook and slipped it on. Like a persistent fawning dog, the mass of warmth enfolded him in a hug tying the ends of the sash.

"Renji, knock it off," Ichigo mumbled but did not shake it off. He turned the doorknob to exit into the hallway. Each step he took seemed echoed by another trying to keep the same gait as he. It was damn eerie. Nobody answered his knock at the bathroom door fortunately.

Once inside he let his robe drop to the floor. A shower faucet squeaked in protest preceding the rushing advance of water into the tub. Ichigo stepped into the tub and lathered himself up with soap. He drew the shower curtain for usual privacy and convenience though he sensed again he was not alone.

Soap slathered on him by its own accord. Ichigo snapped, "Damn it Renji you're freaking me out here!"

Not only did the same force as before immobilize his tongue but also his back slammed into the far wall. If it was not for the hard object, he straddled but did not see he would have slid down. HIs tongue slid against another's but he could see the water colliding and streaming down something like a barrier immediate before him. Soap crept up inside his opening spread and coaxed wide but he could not protest. Several times, he whimpered at their invasion easing aside the tight muscle. A blunt object poked just inside but only burned a bit.

Thank heaven it did not push all the way in. Ichigo's arms curled around nothing. A few frantic thrusts and rocks pinned with his back to the wall by the unseen companion drove him mad. His frantic moans trapped by a wriggling motion causing him to drink desperately of the comfort. Hot molten liquid invaded his innermost parts.

Like a rag doll, Ichigo let the force lower him to sit on the shower ledge. He did not complain at the motion of suds tracing up and down lovingly in lieu of the hands he wished he could witness.

**

As he walked towards school, Ichigo felt strangely calm though anyone else would have been terrified of the experience. A slight smile perked up his lips.