At the Gay Bar

Ichigo silently shut the door behind them as Renji removed his shoes in the foyer. He nervously looked at Renji as he removed his shoes and jacket. Renji watched everything in slow motion, just waiting for the chance to touch him again. It came as Ichigo removed his jacket, barely flashing his beautifully toned stomach. Renji dropped to his knees in front of his fellow shinigami and pushed up the thin piece of material to expose more of the flesh just waiting to be touched. Ichigo gasped slightly at the sudden movement as Renji kissed at his navel. He kissed and sucked at Ichigo’s bellybutton, repeatedly dipping his tongue in and out. Ichigo let out soft little whimpers as he began to trace those just visible abdominal muscles.

Renji stood back up, pulling Ichigo’s shirt off as he did. They stared into each other’s eyes as Renji’s sword calloused hands gently slid down Ichigo’s shoulders to his chest this time stopping when Ichigo sharply inhaled. He lightly rubbed Ichigo’s nipples, completely captivated as Ichigo breathed deep shaky breaths, his bottom lip quivering. Ichigo threw his head to the side, moaning slightly as Renji gently pinched at his chest. Of course Renji took this opportunity to latch onto Ichigo’s neck. His lips attached themselves to where Ichigo’s neck met his shoulders, biting hard and then gently sucking. He continued to shower that beautiful neck with kisses as one hand traveled up to firmly cup Ichigo’s cheek and the other traveled down to those wonderfully slim hips. All Ichigo could do was gasp and claw at Renji’s back.

“Renji, stop it,” Ichigo somehow managed to choke out.

“Why?” Renji replied barely taking his mouth off Ichigo.

“You’re making me sound like an idiot. Stop, please.”

“No.” Renji turned Ichigo’s face toward him, kissing him firmly. His hand waiting patiently on Ichigo’s hips began to move. He undid Ichigo’s belt and pants and carefully slid them off his hips, along with his boxers. He stepped back to look at the body he’d been drooling over all day, briefly musing that Ichigo seemed to be a natural strawberry blond. Renji watched Ichigo’s eyes go wide as he slowly undid his pants as well. He stepped closer to Ichigo and gently nudged his legs open, before taking his balls into his hand, again making Ichigo gasp. Oh the sounds he was making were so intoxicating.

“Ichigo,” he breathed out as he leaned his forehead against his ally’s. “Touch me.”

Ichigo flinched slightly at the request. Granted he’d come this far, but he’d never touched another guy like that before. To say he was a little scared was an understatement. He reached out with a shaky hand while trying to conceal the fear in his eyes. His fingertips gingerly touched the head of Renji’s penis, cautiously trailing a line from tip to base as if it would bite him at any moment. He buried his face in the crook of Renji’s neck to hide his blush as he carefully wrapped his fingers around Renji’s cock. Slowly he began to mimic Renji’s movements. It was so hard for him to keep his mind clear enough to remember to move his hand. Ichigo clenched his teeth trying hard to keep from making any sounds as Renji’s hand began to move faster and his teeth lightly bit at Ichigo’s ear.

As Renji traced the contours of Ichigo’s ear with his tongue and teeth, Ichigo lost control of his hand. He gripped Renji harder than he wanted and began to move his hand faster, jerking slightly with every pull causing whatever rhythm he had managed to be completely lost. Through his involuntary cries he managed to hear Renji’s breath become more ragged; Ichigo smiled for his small personal victory when he finally heard Renji moan into his ear.

Renji’s pre-cum slicked hand slid down Ichigo’s cock to grope at his balls again. Ichigo involuntarily spread his legs even more leaning into Renji’s body as close as he could. His wet hand slid it’s way up to the other side of Renji’s neck, completely abandoning his swollen dick. He leaned back to look at Renji, showing him his fear as a finger nudged at his virgin opening. Renji licked at his open, panting mouth as if to try to comfort him as his finger slid past the tight ring of muscles.
Ichigo hissed at the new sensation and bit into Renji’s tongue. Instead of reeling in pain he only shoved his tongue further into Ichigo’s mouth. He worked his finger in and out of Ichigo’s entrance, faster, faster, in, out, two, three fingers… Ichigo clawed at Renji’s arms, gasping and crying out in pain and pleasure.

Renji pulled back from Ichigo for a moment, fully drinking in the display in front of him. Ichigo stood with his back leaning against the foyer wall. Legs spread apart, pre-cum from both their dicks dripping down his thighs.

“Renji,” Ichigo whispered through his panting. He reached out and pulled Renji to him, one arm wrapping around his waist, the other pulling his neck closer to him so he could lick away the stickiness his hand had put there moments before.

Renji moaned as he relished in the attention. Shuddering hard as Ichigo scraped his teeth against his flesh. With closed eyes he held both their dicks together, moving his hips back and forth as Ichigo continued to suck on his neck. He slicked himself in their pre-cum again and then slid his hand down Ichigo’s thigh, hooking his hand under his knee. He lifted his leg up and out of the way, exposing that pink little hole. Ichigo’s grip tightened on Renji’s arms as his dick slid against his balls and the little patch of flesh behind them. Gently Renji nudged the little opening, filling Ichigo’s mouth again as he poked the head of his penis through that first ring of resistance.

Ichigo pulled back and cried out through clenched teeth as Renji pushed completely in. They looked into each other’s eyes as they just stood there; Ichigo, his leg in the air; Renji, his cock completely inside the younger man.

“Renji, I feel retarded,” Ichigo gasped.

Renji only laughed a little and kissed his open mouth. He pulled his dick out just barley and slowly pushed back in. He pulled out and pushed back in over and over, each time pulling out just a little bit more, until just the very tip stayed inside. As he slowly pushed back in, Ichigo moaned his name against his neck sending a shiver straight to Renji’s groin. He ended up ramming his cock the rest of the way into Ichigo. Ichigo’s surprised yelp turned into a moan as Renji bit his neck hard. Renji pulled out just a little bit again and slammed back into that burning tunnel, slowly driving Ichigo and himself mad.

Ichigo reached up and pulled off Renji’s headband and hair tie, watching in sheer lust as that firey red hair fell past Renji’s shoulders. He grabbed two handfuls of that beautiful hair and pulled as Renji slowly slammed in and out of him. Renji growled as his head was rather forcefully pulled forward by his hair, their mouths slamming into each other. They furiously kissed as Renji’s hips picked up speed and Ichigo tightened his grip on the hair in his hands. Renji grabbed Ichigo’s other leg and hooked his knee over his arm, now keeping Ichigo completely off the ground, held only by the wall at his back and Renji’s arms under his legs. Ichigo cried out as the slightly new angle hit a new spot within him.

He finally released Renji’s hair as his hands slammed down, hitting the wall almost hard enough to leave holes. He hit and clawed at the wall as he cried out for Renji to just, not stop. Just, keep going; harder, harder, please, just a little harder. He covered his face as he cried out for more, his other hand clawed at Renji’s neck trying to grab hold of that hair again.

Renji bit Ichigo’s hand, hard. Ichigo pulled it away from his face and looked at Renji in a way to let him know that he did not find that pleasant. “Don’t hide from me Ichigo,” Renji whispered against his lips. “Let me watch you.” He was so close. Ichigo reached between his legs and took his own cock into his hand. His head, arms and legs were all numb, but his dick could feel everything. With every slam of Renji’s hips his hand pulled hard on his own penis. He ran his free hand through Renji’s hair, this time trying to not pull at it. Renji moaning in pleasure right in front of him, the vile squishing sounds their bodies made as they moved, the numbness in his head, all these things were finally getting to him.

He cried out Renji’s name over and over, begging again to go just a little harder. So close. Renji complied with the requests and slammed up and into Ichigo’s body as hard as he could. Yes… yes! Ichigo was right there! Just a little more! Push, pull, push, pull, in, out… harder! Harder! Ichigo threw his head back, slamming it into the wall as he screamed Renji’s name. His hand clenched around his cock as he jerked hard, milking the last few drops of all he had to offer. His other hand pulled Renji’s hair harder than ever, it was a miracle there wasn’t any blood. Renji pulled against the hand in his hair and growled as he bit Ichigo’s bottom lip, emptying himself into that warm body. Ichigo shuddered as he felt Renji come inside of him, both their bodies pulsing from the intensity of orgasm.

They stood there panting for quite some time. Renji, still inside Ichigo’s body, holding his legs in the air, teeth biting as hard as he could without drawing blood; Ichigo, still with his death grip on his cock and Renji’s hair. Neither one wanting to let go. As their bodies grew soft Renji slowly pulled out of Ichigo’s numb body, also releasing his abused lip. He softly kissed Ichigo, making sure to lick the teeth marks he had left behind.

Ichigo closed his eyes and let his hands slip from his cock and Renji’s hair to hang lifelessly by his sides. He languidly kissed his partner, sucking on his tongue again. Renji’s hand slid up Ichigo’s thighs and through the cum dripping down his stomach. He brought his hand up to his lips, coating them in Ichigo’s semen before slowly sucking in two of his fingers. Ichigo licked his lips as he watched the show in front of him. He leaned forward and gently sucked on one of the fingers Renji wasn’t until he pulled his hand away and kissed those sperm laced lips. Ichigo’s numb legs finally betrayed him. Renji wrapped his arms around Ichigo as the boy fell into his arms. Now Renji was leaning back against the wall, holding Ichigo as he tried so hard to regain his strength.

And there they stood again, basking in each other’s after glow. Renji held Ichigo close to him, gently stroking his strawberry hair. Slowly he slid down the wall to sit on the floor, cradling Ichigo in his lap. Ichigo never realized how gentle Renji could be until now. Even though just a few minutes ago he was trying to break him in half, now he held him like he was the most precious thing in the world. Ichigo sighed in content, amazingly pleased with the outcome of his formerly terrible day.
Renji held Ichigo close to his chest and began to chuckle just slightly. Ichigo sat up and smiled at him. “What is it?”

“Nothing, nothing. I just thought it was funny is all,” Renji replied as he stopped laughing and tried to pull Ichigo back to him.

“No what is it?” Ichigo asked more persistently.

“I just thought it sounded funny. I popped Strawberry’s man-cherry,” Renji finally told him.
Ichigo’s smile left him almost instantaneously. You could see the bright red blush creep it’s way across his face. His strength suddenly came back to him as he threw Renji out the front door, his face slamming into the concrete. His shoes and jacket soon followed, hitting him in the rear.

“Aw come on Ichigo! It was just a joke!!” Renji yelled through the door as he quickly stuffed himself back in his pants.

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear it!” Ichigo yelled back with anger laced through his voice.

Renji leaned against the door, jiggling the doorknob. Of course he’d lock it. “Ichigo…” Renji whined. “Come on… Can’t you have a sense of humor?”

Ichigo slammed his fist against the door, causing Renji to reel back in surprise. “We’re never having sex again you stupid jerk!” Renji hit his head against the brick wall. Why did he have to do stupid things? “For a month,” Ichigo finally added. “Maybe two weeks.”

Renji smiled in satisfied relief. He leaned against the door and said in the sweetest tone he could muster, “See you in two weeks, Strawberry-san.” Inside where Renji couldn’t see him Ichigo smiled from ear to ear as he picked up his discarded clothes and headed to his room. He would definitely see him again in two weeks. Maybe two days…


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And so there we go. Many gummie bears and brain cells died during the making of this lemon. For their sake, I hope you've enjoyed it. As for the ending, if you don't like it, sorry. You can just read it for the sex ;). I just thought it was cute. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Now I'm officially out of ideas ^^. If anyone has any suggestions for inspiration or just a story idea at all, let me know. I'd appreciate it.

So read, enjoy, review! Thank you very much.

Deetra TaFoy