At the Gay Bar

By the time Ichigo made it back to his neighborhood, night had completely taken over. He had long since abandoned his angry stomp for a more subdued pace. Renji had given up trying to make peace with him several blocks back and resigned himself to just following and watching that lithe body walk. He’d watched Ichigo move many times; they’ve fought together more times than he could count. But a motion as simple as walking, he’d never really watched him do that. Right hand buried in his pocket, left hand gently swinging by his side. Right, left, right, left, his hips ever so faintly swaying side to side with every step. Mm, that firm round buwhoa. Ok Renji, this isn’t some cheesy porno, you’re just walking. But, those jeans perfectly displayed that tight little rear… Renji quickly took to looking at the passing buildings to keep his mind from straying back to Ichigo’s body.

“Renji,” Ichigo started, barely turning his head back to the one he was addressing.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry I got angry at you.”

Renji watched as Ichigo quickly looked forward again. Ha, he was probably embarrassed about apologizing, so cute. “I’m sorry I laughed Ichigo,” Renji replied. He saw Ichigo nod slightly, just enough to let Renji know he had heard him. Renji continued to follow him, this time smiling and not caring if anyone saw him ogling the man in front of him.

Once they reached his house, Ichigo stayed outside and leaned against the wall. Renji had to force his mind to keep from straying back to the previous night at that very same wall.

“Are you not going in?” he asked innocently. In his mind he wanted Ichigo to stay leaning against that wall forever.

“It doesn’t matter if I do. None of the lights are on so no one’s home.” Good. Renji gets a few more minutes of Ichigo. “Well that was a waste of a day. I spend the whole morning and most of the afternoon fantasizing about the greatest kiss I’ve ever had, only to find out that that kiss was from a man. And not just any man, a man in women’s clothing.”

“Is it that terrible that you kissed a man?” Renji kept his eyes firmly fixed on Ichigo, waiting anxiously for his answer.

Ichigo shifted uncomfortably in Renji’s gaze. “Please don’t think I’m weird, but… I don’t think it’s so much that it was a man; it’s just that it was a drag queen. You know, not quite a man, but not quite a woman. Isn’t that weird?” Ichigo finally looked Renji in the eye and all of Renji’s insides twisted at once. It almost seemed as if Ichigo had a look of desperation in his eyes. Oh, he’s so cute… “Renji?”

Renji snapped back to reality. “Ugh, Ichigo.” he covered his eyes with his hands, for the first time he was actually a little afraid to look at Ichigo. “What if I told you, you didn’t kiss that drag queen?”

“Well then who did I kiss? Wait; do you know who I kissed? Why didn’t you say so in the first place!” Ichigo stood up from his leaning wall and looked Renji square in the eye, once he removed his hands…

“Ichigo, I didn’t want to tell you because, I was scared you would hate me… You kissed me, Ichigo.”

Ichigo’s face lost all expression; he just stared at Renji with wide eyes. Renji fidgeted in his spot, not knowing if he was about to get the worst verbal or physical beating he’d ever had. Ichigo went back to holding the wall up and seemed to find the sidewalk quite fascinating as his gaze dropped from Renji’s face. Renji was about to say something resembling an apology and about staying away from Ichigo for a while when he saw an almost undetectable upward curve at the corners of Ichigo’s mouth. Well that’s completely unexpected.

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They stood there in silence for what felt like hours. Renji never felt so uncomfortable in his life. Finally Renji built up the courage to break the silence. “Man Ichigo, I know you’re probably really angry at me, so could you just go ahead and break some random bone already?”

Ichigo looked up and as soon as his eyes met Renji’s his face was covered in a terrible blush. “Um, Renji,” Ichigo said as he averted his eyes and bit his bottom lip. Oh thank goodness Ichigo let Renji live long enough to see that. “Actually, I’m kind of relieved it was you, not some random stranger. If it’s Renji,” he continued shyly, “it’s ok.”

“Ichigo,” Renji wanted so badly to say something smart at that moment, but his mind was still processing the fact that Ichigo was okay with kissing him that all he could manage was to barely breathe out his name.

Ichigo began to fidget nervously against his wall. “Renji… do you think, maybe; you know, if you want to; would you… kiss me again?”

What? No seriously, what? Ichigo wanted Renji to kiss him? Renji stood there gaping at Ichigo who still avoided looking at him. “I’m sorry Renji I shouldn’t have said anything,” Ichigo apologized as he began to turn away.

“No! No, sorry, I was just a little surprised is all. Truth is Ichigo, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it either.” There Ichigo went blushing again. Renji continued to watch Ichigo squirm. He was so adorable.

“So are you going to do it or not!” Ichigo yelled.

Renji chuckled as he moved closer to Ichigo. He raised his hand and tenderly touched Ichigo’s cheek, smiling slightly as there was an almost unnoticeable hitch in Ichigo’s breath. He gently tilted Ichigo’s head up ever so slightly and slowly closed his eyes. Ichigo copied Renji and closed his eyes too. When Renji felt Ichigo stop breathing he opened his eyes again and watched Ichigo, as their lips touched so softly, this time he was going to savor it. He watched Ichigo’s eyelashes flutter softly at the contact and felt him begin breathing again.

Renji began to kiss Ichigo a little harder, lightly running his tongue over his bottom lip. Ichigo slightly opened his mouth and took in Renji’s tongue, gently sucking on it. Renji felt his knees begin to buckle. Their last kiss was hot and passionate in a drunken way, but this one… This time Renji could feel his insides start to melt. He leaned into Ichigo a little more firmly and closed his eyes. Ichigo’s hands held onto the back of Renji’s jacket, shaking slightly in excitement. The hand that was gently caressing Ichigo’s cheek and neck slowly traveled down the front of his shirt, making sure to just barely touch a pert nipple under the soft cotton fabric.

There was a slight change in Ichigo’s breathing at the seemingly innocent touch. Renji wanted so badly to go back and do it again, but his hand wouldn’t listen. He tugged slightly at Ichigo’s shirt cautiously touching the flesh hidden underneath. When one of Ichigo’s hands buried itself in his hair his hand began to explore Ichigo’s body more enthusiastically, his other hand moved around Ichigo, slightly pulling him off the wall so he could grip that firm rear he had been admiring earlier.

Ichigo quickly shoved Renji off of him as two older women came around the corner. They stared at each other as the two women passed, chatting to each other, seeming to not notice the two heavily breathing young men.

“M-maybe we should go inside,” Ichigo said as soon as the women had passed. Renji just nodded his head, he didn’t care where they went, he just wanted to get his lips back on Ichigo.


oOEnd Part FiveOo

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Alright... well, that's the story so far. The lemon is in the next part, and I'll put that up after it's up on FF.net. Let me know what you think of it. Please be nice! This is the first real story I've ever written. Ah even if you hate it let me know. Thanks!!
Oh and yeah, I know the ending sucks, but I had to get them inside for the lemon to happen.
So let me know if you want it, or if it sucks beyond all reason and shouldn't even waste my time posting my lemon here. Again, thanks!!