Sticky

Authors notes: If you’ve read the other fic’s I’ve posted, you might have noticed that Shuuhei/Renji is pretty much my OTP. This fic is set while Shuuhei and Renji are in the Academy and is pretty much PWP XD Again this was posted on my lj in the past, so I apologise if you have seen it before.

Insipired by this fanart by naorin. http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/2563/298azs2.jpg

Much love to Anise for reviewing the drabbles I posted, I am incredibly grateful for you taking the time XD Thank you to everyone who took the time to read.

Originally written for gogochan. Thanks to day_eight for the beta.

Comments and/or constructive criticism very much appreciated.

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Renji ran his hand through the length of his hair. Well, he tried to. He didn’t get much further than a few inches from his head before his fingers caught in a tangle of fine red hair, wrapped around what was left of yet another sticky bud. He had been in the baths for over an hour trying to get the freaking things out. If it wasn’t for the fact that it would have given his classmates yet another reason to laugh at him, he would have hacked the whole lot off. As it was, a dozen long strands came away in his hands as he tugged the bud free, the pulling at his sore scalp feeling like needle pricks.

Up until now he had been left alone to wallow in his misery. Even Kira, who usually hung out with him after training, had decided to stay out of his way. But, now he could hear someone in the baths' changing room. Whoever it was should have known how to mind their own business. Even the older students knew to be wary of him when he was like this, and he wasn’t in the mood to hold back. He opened his mouth to give whoever was appearing out of the clouds of steam a fair (if not particularly polite) warning, but then snapped it shut as he made out the long, lean line and dark hair of his Senpai. Turning towards the bamboo clad wall, he scowled. He could just see Shuuhei out of the corner of his eye. The older student was standing with his thumb caught in the towel around his hips and a suspiciously blank look on his face. Great, he was in full Senpai mode. Renji didn’t need sympathy, he needed to tear someone a new one.

“You know, Kira’s been sitting outside warning away anyone who tries to come in here,” Shuuhei offered.

Somehow that didn’t surprise him, it sounded like something the idiot would do. “I didn’t ask him to. If you’ve got a problem with that you should talk to him ‘bout it.”

Shuuhei didn’t take the bait, weak as it was. Instead, he slipped down to sit on the smoothed stone edge of the bath, opposite Renji. “What made you think it was a good idea to spar under the chestnut trees at this time of year anyway?”

Renji scowled. “It would have been fine if those stuck up bastards hadn’t teamed up on me.”

“From what I heard, you asked for it.”

“They think they’re better than us. What was I supposed to do, walk away?” Despite himself, Renji could feel the frustration pushing past the anger. This was exactly why he didn’t want to talk to Shuuhei now. It was too hard to pretend that the older student didn’t know exactly what he was going through, too hard not to take out his anger on one of the few people who really seemed to believe that he could become more than just some outcast from Rukongai. He clenched his fists under the water, his eyes still turned away. “Fuck, Hisagi, I don’t want a lecture, okay? I just want to get this shit outa my hair and go to bed.”

Finally, Shuuhei let his usual smirk crack the patient mask. Turning to reach behind him, he grabbed a bag that he had left on the floor and pulled out a bottle. “You need soap.”

Renji scowled. “I’m not putting that shit in my hair.”

“Come on, it’ll help. Trust me, you need the soap to break down the tree sap.”

He guessed he didn’t have much choice. Nothing he had tried so far had done more than spread the stickiness throughout his hair. Pushing himself away from the wall, he made his way over to Shuuhei and pulled himself out of the pool, warm water running down his back and legs. Grabbing his towel, he wrapped it around his hips and sat opposite Shuuhei on the bamboo matting.

Renji watched as Shuuhei poured a handful of the liquid soap, usually used for washing clothes, into his hand, before reaching forward to grab his hair. Renji jerked back, brow furrowing. “Hey, what do ya think you’re doing?”

Shuuhei pulled on his overly patient face again, and Renji had to resist the urge to smack it off. “I’m helping you wash your hair, idiot. You’re not going to get it all out if you do it yourself.”

Out of everyone, he hated it when Shuuhei called him an idiot, even more so when he was probably right. Closing his eyes, he waited for his Senpai to get on with it. After a moment, he felt Shuuhei’s fingers take up the length of his hair, gradually kneading the soap into the strands until his long agile fingers were massaging the suds into his scalp. It felt surprisingly nice, and after a moment he let his head fall forward so that Shuuhei could reach the back. Gradually, almost despite himself, he felt the tension start to leak out of his body. Shuuhei's fingers reached the hairline at the back of his neck and began to massage along the line between his head and neck. Clamping his mouth shut, he bit down on a groan as Shuuhei hit taut muscles. “Damn, that feels good.”

Shuuhei grunted and Renji glanced up to find an odd, slightly uneasy look on his friend's face. Wondering what he had done wrong, now, Renji let his eyes fall back closed. “Thanks Shuuhei,” he murmured, slipping into the more relaxed tone that they usually used between themselves when they weren’t training.

Shuuhei bit off a laugh. “Just doing my job.”

“You gona be washing everyone’s hair?”

Shuuhei’s fingers paused. “I don’t think many kohai need as much looking out for as you, Renji.”

Renji finally let a grin twist his lips. “Yeah I know, and you know I appreciate it.”

Slowly, Shuuhei started to pull the remaining sticky buds from Renji’s hair. It didn’t hurt half as bad as it had before. It kind of felt nice to feel Shuuhei’s fingers brushing against his skin, as he dragged them through the length of his hair and down his back. Eyes closed, mind almost dozing, he was dimly aware of the feel of his bare leg pushed up against Shuuhei's. The heat of the other’s body as he leaned towards him was noticeable, even in the steam filled room. The only irritation was the bamboo matting digging into his ankles, and he shifted himself to move into a more comfortable position between Shuuhei’s kneeling form. His foot caught Shuuhei’s towel and the older student jumped, dragging it back. Renji grinned. “What’s got you so jumpy, ain’t nothing to show that I haven’t seen before.” Towels were a courtesy in the communal baths, not a necessity. “Unless you’re worried I’d laugh cos mines bigger?” Reaching forward, he plucked at the towel, trade mark grin plastered across his face.

Shuuhei frowned and snatched the towel out of Renji’s hand, but not before the redhead had got a fairly good view of Shuuhei’s half hard dick laying against his leg. Instinct, or maybe shock, made him flinch back, a confused frown creasing his brow.

“Fuck,” Shuuhei growled. “I told you to leave it.”

Before Renji could get a reply out, Shuuhei was on his feet and half way to the door. Renji shot up to follow him. “What the fuck Shuuhei? What the hell is that all about?”

Shuuhei stopped his back still to Renji. “Just drop it. It’s nothing. Just go wash that shit outa your hair.”

Renji reached out his hand to grab Shuuhei arm, but the other man shoved it away. “I said drop it.”

Renji snorted. “Fuck you, I’m not the one who was getting a tent over a friend.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted it. It wasn’t like he minded, not now that he had a chance to think about it. It was just kind of a shock. “Look, it’s not a big deal, okay? I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Shuuhei turned his head away, tension knotting across his usually relaxed shoulders. “It is a big deal, Renji. I’m your Senpai, the one who you’re supposed to look up to, the one you can come to when you’re in trouble. Fuck it, I’m meant to be the one who is a good influence.”

Shuuhei’s words were the last straw after a day full shit, and Renji felt something inside him snap. Grabbing the taller man’s shoulder, he swung him around and into the wall, pinning him there with a hand on his chest. “Fuck you,” he growled, his mouth twisted in anger. “I’m sick of people messing with me. I’m sick of having to work five times harder than anyone else to get any recognition, and people still thinking it’s a fluke. I’m not a fucking kid, Hisagi, and I'm sure as hell not some stuck up brat who needs someone watching out for his best interests. So don’t give me that shit.”

Turning his head away, he tried to bring his breathing back under control. Despite his words, he couldn’t deny that Shuuhei was someone he looked up to, someone he admired. To be honest, the idea that the older student even looked at him like that was kind of hot. His mind was thinking back to the feel of Shuuhei hands in his hair and across his back, the memory mixing with the adrenaline from his outburst and sending a jolt of heat to the bottom of his stomach. Looking up, he met Shuuhei’s eyes and let a smirk claim his lips, as he waited to see how the dark haired man would react.

“Renji—”

He wasn’t letting Shuuhei talk his way out of this now. Moving his leg forward, he pushed it between muscled thighs, until he could feel himself pressed against the already hardening flesh there. “I’m not a kid, Shuuhei,” he growled, punctuating his words with another roll of his leg. “And I’ll decided whether or not this is what I want.”

He blinked as he felt Shuuhei pull him around and slam him into the wall in turn. His heart was racing with anticipation, fight or flight instincts that had kept him alive warring with fast growing desire. The raw power from the other man standing so close, hands pressed to the stone wall either side of him, was setting his skin on fire.

Shuuhei stood staring down at him, hard planes of his body barely inches from Renji's own, shallow breaths brushing his face. He licked his lips, tongue darting out over tingling flesh. He could see the indecision warring in Shuuhei’s dark eyes, see the moisture that left a sheen across his distinctive tattoo as the steam condensed on his heated skin. He struggled to control his own breathing, body stilled as he waited for the dark haired man to make a move.

Shuuhei finally seemed to come to some decision, and Renji shivered as he felt a callused thumb trace the thick black tattoo on the side of his neck. The brunette’s hand worked its way up until he felt fingers slip around the back of his neck, tangling and taking a hold in his damp hair. He hissed as he felt the tug on already irritated skin, then let out a grunt as Shuuhei’s body moved flush against his and shoved him further against the hard stone of the wall. Looking up, he saw Shuuhei's lips, barely a breath from his own. Instincts kicking in, he brought his hand up to grasp at Shuuhei’s shorter hair, yanking the older student's head back, before finally bringing his lips against the other’s. Shuuhei’s mouth moved against his, firm and warm, followed by a hot wet tongue prying against his lips. He let his lips part, his own tongue sweeping out to catch a taste of the powerful mouth pressed against his, stifling a groan as Shuuhei sucked in his bottom lip and bit down.

Raking his fingers across Shuuhei’s back, he tore his mouth away. His breath burned in his lungs as he dragged his lips along Shuuhei’s jaw and bit his way down his neck. He felt Shuuhei’s body rock into his, as his teeth and lips worried a line along the other’s collarbone. The pressure between their bodies was the only thing holding their towels in place as they ground their hips into each other. Pushing Shuuhei’s chin up with his head, Renji swept his tongue across the other’s adams apple, his free hand slipping down the long line of Shuuhei's body until he hit the ridge of his hip bone. His hand twisted to tug at the towel, but Shuuhei's hand came down to grasp his own, slamming it back against the wall.

“Not here,” he growled into Renji's ear.

Renji grinned against the older students neck. “Yes here,” he hissed. “You already said that Kira was scaring the others off.”

Shuuhei pulled back to look at him, inadvertently letting the towels fall away from between them, and Renji shuddered as he felt heated, hard flesh slide along it’s twin. Pulling Shuuhei's jaw down with his free hand, he drew the brunette back into another, almost painful kiss. Shuuhei responded by pressing his hips harder into Renji’s. The redhead broke the kiss long enough to breathe words of encouragement into the other’s mouth. “Don’t even try telling me ya want to stop.”

Surrendering control of the kiss, he let his hand slide from the back of Shuuhei’s head and down his shoulders. His fingers pressed into firm muscle as they reached the small of the other’s back, before sliding around to grasp the brunette’s hip and pulling him closer.

This time it was Shuuhei who pulled back from the kiss. “Fuck,” he mumbled, grinning against Renji’s lips. The brunette’s hand finally freed Renji's hair and slid down his chest. Long fingers blindly traced the tattoos that covered his skin, until they slipped over his stomach and down to grasp their erections together.

Renji let his head fall to Shuuhei shoulder as he felt his legs begin to shake. His tongue flicked out to lick the salty heat of the other’s skin, before he bit down hard enough to bruise as he stifled a groan. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he could feel the heat start to coil at the base of his stomach, until he looked up to see Shuuhei's dark eyes half closed and clouded in passion, and realised that he wasn't the only one driven close to his limit. Pulling himself together, he slipped his own hand down to join Shuuhei’s, dipping it lower until he could cup the other’s balls, his fingers stroking in counter time to Shuuhei’s pumping fist. Shuuhei growled and bit down on his neck. The pain-tempered pleasure finally sent him over the edge and he spilt himself across Shuuhei’s hand and stomach. Shuuhei pumped his hand a few more times, and then let out a long groan against Renji’s neck as he followed him over the edge to his own completion.

Renji let his head fall back against the relatively cool wall, his body spent, sated and finally without tension. Shuuhei let his forehead rest on his chest, hands pressed to the wall either side to support himself.

“What now?” Despite what he had said earlier, they had definitely just bent the rules.

“Wash that shit outa your hair,” the brunette mumbled.

Renji rolled his head so he could see Shuuhei’s face. “And then what?”

“I need a drink, you’re buying”

“I thought I said I was gona go to bed.”

Shuuhei smirked, slow and lazy. “Yeah, maybe later.”

He grinned. Whatever Shuuhei said, the brunette didn’t like the rules any better than he did.