A Concerto in C Minor

I always watch him from a distance.

I watch him in math class, pencil scratching furiously over his paper as he writes down every word the professor says. I watch him in the library, poring over volume after volume of obscure literature. I watch him on the rooftop, eating his lunch with a certain understated poise that I could never hope to imitate. I watch him walk home every day, head down and eyes closed as he sways gently to the music supplied by his headphones. I suppose you could say I’m a bit of a voyeur, but it works for me. After all, it’s not like he’s ever noticed me.

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My name is Kurosaki Ichigo, and I’m in love with someone who might not even know my name. At least I think I am. I may just be obsessed, but I try not to worry too much about semantics. The one I watch is called Ishida Uryuu. He’s the same age as me, and about an inch shorter. He has a face that could easily get lost in a crowd, yet it stands out like a single star in the night sky to me. His hair is jaw-length and black, a stark contrast to his pale skin. I bet it feels like silk, or maybe something even softer. His eyes are a deep blue, almost always hidden behind square-rimmed glasses that he’s constantly pushing up on the bridge of his nose. I always wonder why he doesn’t just get a different pair if the ones he has don’t fit, but I suppose he has his reasons. His lips are pale pink and remind me of flower petals. I’ve never seen him really smile, but I bet his teeth are exactly straight and white enough to read by at night. To me, he really is perfect.

When I start thinking like this, I always wonder when I became so fucking poetic. I suppose that’s because of him as well. Not that I mind, really. It seems fitting, and it syncs up well with the music that fills my head whenever I see him.

This whole thing started about a six months ago. I’m in my school’s choir. You wouldn’t think it looking at me, but I’m actually pretty decent at it. Plus I needed an extracurricular activity, and it was either this or Home Economics. The choice was a fairly easy one to make. Anyway, in our first choir meeting, we each had to do some simple scale exercises to help us find our ranges. I ended up as a tenor, in case you were wondering. I was waiting for my friend Chad to finish his exercises, and I wandered into the hall for a bit. Over Chad’s deep baritone, I could just hear the soft sound of a piano. I thought it was coming from the accompanist at the choir exercises, but it was just a little off time for that. I started off down the hall, searching for the source of the sound. The further I went, the clearer the music became. I didn’t know the song, but it had a certain haunting quality to it that gave me goosebumps. I eventually found the place I was looking for in the form of a music supply room with the door ajar. I poked my head in, and that was the first time I saw Ishida.

He was sitting at an old upright piano near the back of the room. His glasses were sitting on top of the instrument, and his eyes were closed. His fingers moved fluidly over the keys, his forehead furrowed ever so slightly. His entire body moved in time with his hands, swaying to the music. It was a truly captivating sight, and I don’t really know how long I stood there. I remember wanting to go into the room, wanting to watch him up close as he became the music he was playing. But I couldn’t. It was clear that this was a very important thing to him, and I knew I couldn’t disturb him. I left before he could open his eyes and spot me, but the song remained in my head for days.

About a month after that, we had our first choir performance. As we filed onto the small stage, I glanced at our surroundings. I unintentionally froze on the spot. The program sheet we had been given stated that our usual accompaniment was going to be replaced by a student I didn’t know from memory. When I looked over at the piano and spotted the boy from the music room, I think I must have looked like a fish out of water. I was glad he was speaking to the instructor and facing away from me, because I was pretty sure my jaw was somewhere on the floor. I’d only seen him that one time in the music room, and I’d pretty much convinced myself that he was an apparition of some type. Clearly, that was not the case. I was pulled out of my stupor by Chad, who was shaking me by the shoulder. I looked up at him, blinking slowly.

“Huh? What is it?”

He looked concerned. “Ichigo, you’ve been standing there for the past two minutes. Is something wrong?”

I shook my head, walking with him over to our assigned places. I glanced back at the piano. The boy was seated now, flipping through his sheet music. I turned to Chad.

“Hey,” I asked softly, “who’s the kid at the piano?”

Chad looked over before turning back to me, “That’s Ishida Uryuu.”

I blinked up at him, “You know him?”

“Not personally. I’m just assuming that he’s the one whose name is in the program. And I think he’s in my computer class. Why?”

I shrugged nonchalantly, “No reason, really. Just curious.” I was surprised to find out we were in the same year, he’d looked young to me.

Chad gave a hum in response, adjusting his tie. The instructor came out to make sure we were in the correct places and had our performance order memorized. I remembered that I had a duet with Inoue that was third in the line-up, and began practicing the song in my head. As the lights dimmed, I gave another glance at Ishida. He had removed his glasses and his fingers were poised over the keys, ready to create music that I already knew would be perfection. As the curtains parted and he began to play, I could feel myself smiling. The music flowed through every part of me, and I knew I wouldn’t forget my part in any of the songs.

I would steal the occasional glance back at Ishida throughout the night, and every time he was still moving to the music, playing with unbridled passion. The look of intense concentration on his face was obvious, in spite of his closed eyes, and it sent a wave of heat through every part of my body when I looked at him. When it was time for my duet, I paid attention to nothing but the music, losing myself in the entrancing melody. My heart was racing by the time our song was finished, and I caught Inoue staring at me on our way back to the group with something very closely resembling awe etched onto her face. I smiled at her and she quickly turned way, a bright blush staining her cheeks. Chad gave me a clap on the back when the show was over and we were on our way backstage, telling me he never thought I could sing like that. I grinned, but I couldn’t really remember what I’d sounded like. The piano was still resonating in my head. I changed out of my suit and pulled my jacket on, leaving my headphones in my bag and choosing to hum along to the music in my head on the walk home.

It was after that night that I truly began watching Ishida. I mostly only saw him in the halls, or occasionally out on the soccer field. There was one day that I’d decided to follow him after school, and I ended up back at the door to the music room where I’d first seen him. He went there nearly every day, playing for hours while he thought no one was watching. I’d started bringing a tape recorder with me, capturing the songs he would play so I could look them up when I went home. They were all beautiful, but there was something different. The music lacked a certain poignancy that I only seemed to experience when watching Ishida play.

I suppose you could say that my fascination with him started then, but I didn’t truly realize it until our next choir meeting. It was about a week after I’d started following Ishida, and the instructor announced that due to the “overwhelming success” (her words, not mine) of our first performance, Ishida was going to be our permanent concert accompaniment. I felt like the bottom of my stomach had dropped out and my head was spinning. Chad told me that I looked like I was going to fall over. As we left the room, I realized that I was walking funny. It took me a moment to figure out that the reason was that I was hard. When had this happened? Had anyone noticed? I was pretty sure that was a ‘no’ because no one was pointing and laughing. I ducked into the nearest bathroom, telling Chad my stomach was bothering me. I quickly locked myself in, grateful that no one else was there, and exhaled heavily. I went and leaned against a sink, resting my forehead against the cool glass of the mirror.

“What the hell?” I said to my reflection, “This is not normal.”

I sighed and reached for my zipper, pulling my pants down just a little and fishing myself out of my boxers. As I began to move my hand in long, steady strokes, music filled my head and visions of Ishida playing flashed behind my eyelids. I hadn’t really expected this at first, but it seemed to be a good thing, so I went with it. The images of Ishida playing the piano began to morph in my mind. Ishida playing music. Ishida playing with one hand and jacking off with the other. Ishida playing sloppily while I sucked him. Ishida bent over, gripping the side of the piano for dear life while I plowed into him from behind…

The music in my head reached a deafening crescendo and it felt like every muscle in my body seized as I came. I may have shouted something, I’m not really sure. Colors were flashing before my eyes and I was panting so hard that my chest hurt. I stood like that for a while, waiting for the room to stop spinning. When the haze in my head finally cleared, I tucked myself back into my pants and cleaned the mess I’d left in the sink. I sighed again, unlocked the bathroom door and climbed out the window. I needed to think about what had just happened, and that wasn’t going to be easy when I was in the same building as Ishida. I headed home, my thoughts blank.

I laid on my bed for quite a while when I got home. Thinking. Wondering. I wasn’t exactly freaked out or worried about what had happened, I was mostly just confused. I’d fantasized before, that was certain. I’d fantasized about other guys more often than not. What I had never experienced was such vivid imagery of the person in my fantasy. What was in my head was usually a static, slightly fuzzy image of something I’d seen in a movie or on the computer. This had been complex, vivid. The only thing strange about it had been the lack of voices. I suppose that was because I’d never heard Ishida speak, but I almost preferred the music. There was something primal and urgent about the music, and it had filled my head to the point of bursting.

Out of curiosity, I went over to my computer and brought up my classical music collection. I opened a song and turned up the volume, closing my eyes. Sure enough, images began to form in my head, all of them of Ishida. I smiled to myself, turning the music off before I got hard again. Yeah, I was obsessed.

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The end of semester festival was about a week after I had my little revelation, and it was also the day of our final concert before a month-long break from school. I’d been walking around school all day with a little smile on my face, a happy tune running through my head. I had seen the class lists and schedules for the new semester, and I shared two classes and a lunch period with Ishida. Chad had asked me earlier in the day why I seemed so happy, and I’d just kept smiling and shrugged. He’d raised an eyebrow at me, but kept whatever he was thinking to himself.

The choir instructor called us all together about twenty minutes before our performance, and I spotted Ishida sitting at the piano to the side of the make-shift stage in the center of the soccer field. I smiled a bit wider and was thankful that I’d worn my extra-tight underwear that day.

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School started up again three weeks ago, and I’ve become even more infatuated (obsessed, infatuated, what’s the difference?) with Ishida than I thought was possible. Not without good reason, though. You see, my PE class is directly after his now. On the first day back, I decided to head for the locker room early. I had a study period right before PE and nothing much to do, so I figured I’d get there first. We were doing swimming that day and past experience told me that waiting too long for a shower to open before class almost always results in the unfortunate phenomenon known as FDS: Frozen Dick Syndrome. It’s about as pleasant as it sounds, and makes the prospect of swimming seem about as fun as jumping naked into a pit filled with poisonous snakes and fire.

I stripped down, threw my stuff into my locker and grabbed a towel. Most guys wore their swimsuits directly into the shower, not necessarily wanting all the other guys to see them naked. Communal showers were a bitch in that sense. But, being that I was alone, I decided to go naked. Why not? I hummed a little tune as I walked and I was about five feet from the shower room when I heard the water running. Someone must have decided to take their time getting cleaned up after their dip in the pool. I grumbled to myself, turning to go get into my suit.

Then I heard the moaning.

I stopped dead in my tracks, listening to the soft gasps and groans emanating from the shower. I wondered who it was, wondered what exactly they were doing. I swallowed thickly, my curiosity getting the better of me, and turned back. I tiptoed to the shower, peeking around the edge of the doorway and inside. My eyes widened at what I saw, my legs turned to jelly and I’m amazed that I didn’t fall over.

Ishida was slumped with his back partially against the far wall of the fairly small room, surrounded by swirling clouds of steam. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, and his face was screwed up into an expression that could easily be misread as pain were it not for the ecstasy-filled sounds flowing in a near constant stream from his lips. His hair clung to his face and neck, his cheeks burning red. I could see him twisting a nipple between two of his fingers and my mouth went dry. I was hard as a rock underneath my towel, and I couldn’t even see beyond his waist. He let his head drop to his chest with a particularly harsh exhale, and the whirling steam that had been blocking the lower half of his body was pushed away.

I’m convinced I blacked out for a split second. The possibility that I didn’t just seems too far-fetched to even be considered. In my mind I saw myself striding confidently into the shower and fucking him into the ground. In reality, I could do nothing but stare as his body was revealed to my prying eyes.

Ishida’s legs were spread wide, bent just enough to keep him from sliding onto the floor entirely. His cock was larger than I’d expected, flushed a light shade of red and standing at attention against his stomach, leaving a slick trail of precome across his skin . His swimsuit was in a ball on the floor next to a small white bottle. I couldn’t see the label, but, given the way one of his hands was moving, I suspected I knew its contents. I was staring intently at that hand, watching it move back and forth and twist in small circles. Then I heard the buzzing and saw a quick flash of bright blue between his fingers. My hips bucked of their own accord and I had to suppress a very insistent groan.

Ishida owned a vibrator. What’s more, he’d brought it to school with him. He wasn’t even in a particularly private area. Needless to say, my mental image of him was changing very quickly. His stoic countenance was thrown out the window and replaced with the face I saw now. One wracked with immense, heart-stopping pleasure. The music in my head that would forever be associated with Ishida had been playing for quite a while now, and it was joined by the sinful sounds pouring from his parted lips. Suddenly his back arched violently, his hand dropping from his chest to his penis, stroking furiously. Almost immediately he reached his peak, throwing his head back with a silent scream, coating his hand and stomach in thick white ropes. He slumped bonelessly against the wall, the vibrator sliding from his body and clattering to the floor.

I don’t know when, exactly, but apparently I’d come as well. I deduced this when I discovered that my hand was sticky and there was a wet spot on my towel. I know, I’m such a genius, right? When the clanging in my head stopped and I could see again, I snuck another look at Ishida. He was beginning to stir, cleaning himself off with his wet swimsuit. I quietly walked away from the shower, hiding myself in a changing area on the far side of the room. I closed the curtain, sat on the small wooden bench inside and propped my feet up against the opposite wall. I sat like that for about five minutes, barely breathing for fear of being discovered, until I heard a locker slam shut. I took a set of fading footsteps as my cue that Ishida was finally gone. I hurried back to my locker, yanked on my swimsuit and went to stand under the cold water of the shower for as long as possible.

As I stood there, in the same spot where Ishida had been seated earlier, I began to wonder if he had known I was there. I couldn’t remember if I’d made any audible noises, and I wasn’t sure if I had been completely hidden from view. I turned around, crouched, and looked at the doorway. You could see the spot where I’d been standing, but not very well. Plus I was fairly certain that Ishida was nearly blind without his glasses. The only other time I’d seen him without his glasses was when he played the piano, and that was probably to keep the things from falling off when he moved. He knew all the songs by heart, anyway, so there was no reason for him to need his glasses while playing. I was reassured by that thought, and I managed to convince myself that he wouldn’t have heard any noises I made over the sound of the water.

I started to shiver under the spray of the shower. Ishida had used all the damn hot water, that bastard. I turned off the water and went to wait for Chad and Asano to get to class. I ‘accidentally’ dropped my towel on the floor of the shower to hide the wet spot on the front and tossed it into the little collection basket by the door. I grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped myself in it, sitting on the bench by my locker and thinking. I was glad that I hadn’t been discovered earlier, but this situation did create some problems for me. We had a choir concert next week, and I had a hard enough time controlling myself when Ishida was playing. Now all I was going to see whenever I looked at him was what I’d witnessed in the shower. I groaned, banging my head against the locker in front of me. What the hell was I supposed to do now?

I sighed heavily, running through ideas in my head. I could quit the choir, but that would be really horrible timing. I had my first solo at the next concert, and I would probably be disemboweled by our instructor if I pulled out this late. I could simply confront Ishida about this whole thing, but he’d probably accuse me of being a crazy stalker and I’d get carted off to a nuthouse somewhere. I came up with a few other ideas, but none of them sounded particularly appealing. I finally decided on a version of my second idea; I’d talk to Ishida about this whole situation, I’d just do it anonymously. I’d approach him one day during choir rehearsal in a hat and dark glasses and just explain the whole thing to him.

I nodded to myself. That would work just fine. I stood as I heard footsteps approaching the locker room, waving to Chad as he walked in. The next choir rehearsal was in two days. I just had to be patient.

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My plan wasn’t going nearly as well as I’d hoped. I had tried to get to Ishida before practice even began, but he was talking to the instructor. They appeared to be arguing over sheet music. I sat in a chair off to the side of the room, waiting for them to finish, but I was spotted by Inoue. I cursed silently as she jogged over to me, dragging Tatsuki with her. The two girls started dating over the school break, and they were almost deliriously happy about it. It was beginning to annoy me, quite frankly. I smiled as best I could when they came over, nodding in greeting. Inoue grabbed my hand, talking quickly and in a very animated way about the next concert. She had a solo, too.

Tatsuki tapped her on the shoulder, pulling the hyperactive girl’s attention away from me, saying she had to get to her judo class soon. I skulked back towards my chair, but the instructor called us to our positions before I could get there. I groaned, but headed to the stage all the same. When I got there, I noticed that Ishida was gone. I looked around, but I couldn’t spot him. I turned to Chad.

“Hey, where’d Ishida disappear to?”

Chad shrugged, “I’m not sure. He was arguing with Kozuki-sensei earlier, but then he just stormed off.” I felt my forehead crease in annoyance.

Chad gave me a strange look, “You okay?”

I nodded stiffly, “Fine.” I felt Chad staring at me for a bit, but our instructor called for attention before he could ask me anything else.

“Alright,” she said, looking agitated, “as I’m sure some of you have noticed, our original pianist has returned.” She gestured to the front of the stage, indicating a man with thinning black hair whose name I couldn’t recall. “This is because Ishida Uryuu has decided that he would rather not continue to play for us.”

A collective gasp ran through our group. Ishida was incredibly talented, no one wanted to see him go. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, and I can’t imagine how red I must have turned. I was beyond pissed for reasons that I couldn’t readily explain. I could feel Chad staring at me again, but he seemed to sense the fact that he shouldn’t ask.

We all fumbled our way through rehearsal, the absence of Ishida’s passionate playing weighing heavily on our ears. Everyone looked gloomy as we shuffled out of the room. Our instructor had left before practice was even over, presumably to go drink herself into oblivion or something of the sort. A member of the choir that I didn’t know very well was talking as we left. She was standing near Ishida and Kozuki-sensei earlier and told us that they had been arguing over Ishida’s wish to add a new song to those that were going to be performed at the upcoming concert. Our instructor’s argument was that there wasn’t enough time to rehearse and perfect a new song, not to mention that the song in question had no words. Ishida’s argument had been that he already knew how to play the song, and he had written simple lyrics to accompany it. Ishida had lost the argument and left the room, saying he wouldn’t be back unless Kozuki-sensei changed her mind.

After hearing this, my attitude changed a bit. I felt my face return to it’s natural shade, and I no longer felt the need to kill something. Ishida had made a good argument, and I thought he had reacted in a way that made sense. I still wasn’t exactly pleased with the way things had turned out, but I would have to deal with it. I started off down the hall. I still needed to find Ishida and talk to him. I didn’t really want to, but I had to. I had a nagging suspicion that I knew where to find him, as well.

Sure enough, I could hear music emanating from the storage room where I’d first seen Ishida. It sounded different, though. There was something inherently sad, and yet deeply romantic, about the music coming from the piano, something that gave me the chills. I wondered if this was the song he’d been arguing with Kozuki-sensei about. If so, I could see why he was so upset about he saying no to it. It was absolutely beautiful. I looked in through the slightly opened door, looking for Ishida. The room had been rearranged since the last time I’d been here. Instead of his profile, I was presented with Ishida’s back. I watched him move, swaying with the music like he always did. But there was something different about that, too. It almost looked like he was shivering, his body shaking minutely. A soft sound came from Ishida, and I realized what was happening.

Ishida was crying.

Emotions bubbled up inside me, a mixture of anger and sadness. Anger towards our instructor for doing this to Ishida, sadness at seeing Ishida like this. Before I realized what I was doing, I pulled off my blue and yellow uniform tie and strode silently into the room. I walked directly up behind Ishida, his fingers still sliding gracefully over the keys, and placed the tie over his eyes, fastening it in a knot behind his head. Before he could react I leaned against him, pressing my chest against his back and placing my hands over his wrists, keeping his hands on the keys. I noticed his tie sitting on top of the piano alongside his glasses, and I shifted both of his wrists to one hand, grabbing the tie and binding his wrists together. I could feel his breathing quicken, but he still hadn’t said anything. I turned him away from the piano so that he was seated sideways on the bench. I dropped to my knees and took his face in my hands, wiping away the evidence of his tears. His breath hitched and I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my lips to his. He struggled against me, then, pushing me away with his bound hands.

“What the hell do you-” I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

“Don’t worry,” I said softly, “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

He tensed when I spoke, but soon slumped against me. His hands gripped the front of my shirt and a choked sob escaped his throat. I wrapped him in my arms once again, holding him close to my chest. I ran my fingers through the parts of his hair that weren’t held in place by my makeshift blindfold. I had been right, it was even softer than silk. I planted a soft kiss on the top of his head, and he pulled away from me, turning his head in the general direction of my face. I took his chin in my hand and lowered my face to his, kissing him once again. He didn’t push me away this time, instead kissing me back eagerly. I didn’t question the fact that he didn’t know who I was or the reason he was blindfolded with his arms bound. Well, I suspected he had an idea about the second part. I’d be very surprised if he couldn’t guess that much.

As we kissed, the music began playing softly in my head. Ishida’s lips parted and I hummed against him, sliding the tip of my tongue against his bottom lip. I moved slowly from his mouth, dragging my lips along his jaw and trailing light kisses and small nips down his neck, listening to the soft gasps the escaped him. I really had no idea what I was doing, I hadn’t exactly done anything like this before with someone else. I was going on instinct, and that seemed to be working just fine. I pressed a hand against his chest and Ishida released my shirt, lying back on the bench and extending his arms out behind him. I focused most of my attention on his neck while my hands worked at the buttons to his shirt, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of smooth, pale skin. I got to the last button and pushed his shirt apart, slowly dragging my teeth over the skin of his neck and down to his chest.

He inhaled sharply as I descended on one of his nipples, swirling my tongue around it before tugging gently with my teeth. I gave the other the same treatment as my hands moved further down, cupping him through his pants. He moved impatiently underneath me as I slowly licked and nipped my way down his stomach, dipping my tongue into his bellybutton. I unfastened his pants, but didn’t move any farther south, wanting to relish in the taste and feel of his skin while I could. I knew I wouldn’t last long when I really got started, so I wanted to make the most of my one opportunity with the object of my desires.

Ishida, however, wasn’t going to have any of that. He was squirming and wriggling around to the point where he was coming very close to falling off the bench. He brought his hands up from behind him and pushed at my head in an attempt to get me to move faster. I growled deep in my throat. He was making it very difficult to go slow. I was still rubbing at him through his pants, and he bucked up into my palm. That was it, screw going slow. I was going to fuck him until his brain melted out of his ears. I many not have a lot of experience, but I’d watched enough porn to know where to go from here.

I pulled back from his impatient hands and grabbed the waistband of his pants, yanking them to his knees along with his underwear. He yelped as I pulled him towards the edge of the bench, taking his length into my mouth before he could even think to move. A choked groan escaped him as I sucked at him furiously. If he wanted to be impatient, then he could deal with me being impatient. He struggled to sit up, his balance thrown off by the blindfold and his tied arms. He gripped the shoulder of my shirt, using in to pull himself upright. He immediately hunched over me, hands fisted into my hair as a gasped for air.

“S-stop,” he managed between groans, “be…before I-”

I pulled back before he could finish in either sense, chuckling. He wasn’t going to get off that easily. I pulled him up to standing by his shirt, helping him stay steady so he wouldn’t fall on me. I dropped to my knees and yanked his pants down the rest of the way, pulling them off over his shoes and tossing them behind me. I stood and put my hands on his waist, turning him to face the bench and pushing him forward, letting him balance on his arms with a leg in either side of the seat. He turned his head back to look at me, and I wondered if he’d forgotten he was blindfolded. He was panting in anticipation, and nearly every inch of him was flushed pink. It was cute, really. I smirked to myself, ‘cute’ was never a word I’d pictured myself using to refer to Ishida.

I sighed happily as I took in the finer detains of his body. The way the muscles in his back rippled on each shaky inhale. The way his knees were shaking ever-so-slightly in anticipation, and perhaps just a tiny hint of fear. I pushed his shirt up to his shoulders before leaning down and running my tongue up the length of his spine. He moaned and shivered, and I could feel his muscles twitching beneath my tongue. I nipped at his shoulder blades and put two fingers to his lips, speaking into his skin.

“Suck.” I said. He complied, taking my fingers into my mouth and quickly coating them in saliva. I pulled back and stood, running my hand over his back. I pressed the tip of one slick finger to his hole, pushing it slowly in to the second knuckle. Ishida groaned, shivering violently.

“M-more,” he said shakily, “please…”

It was my turn to groan, then. This was going much differently than I had originally thought it would. I had planned on walking in and just talking with Ishida, and now here I was with two fingers inside him and no idea how I had so easily gotten to that point. My dick was pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of my pants, and I was feeling dangerously lightheaded. I moved my fingers inside him, stretching him as quickly as I possibly could without hurting him. He was panting hard when he finally spoke again.

“Now,” he said, a great sense of urgency in his voice, “I’m ready. Do it.”

Never in the history of mankind have greater words been spoken. I pulled my fingers from him, shivering as his muscles rippled around them, and made quick work of my zipper. I spat into my palm and quickly slicked myself up, pressing the tip of my length to his twitching opening. I steadied myself with one hand and gripped his hip with the other.

“You sure?” I asked.

He nodded furiously, gasping out a barely audible, “Yeah.”

I clenched my teeth and pressed forward, and my eyes crossed before I was even halfway in. He was so incredibly tight and hot, I felt like I was melting from the waist down. I’d intended to pause, but I couldn’t make myself do it. My hips surged forward of their own accord until I was in to the hilt. I had a bruising grip on Ishida’s hips, and that music in my head swelled to new heights. I leaned forward and rested my forehead against the space between his shoulder blades, willing my heart to leave my throat. Not even a minute later, Ishida moved back against me and I thought I was going to choke on my tongue.

“I’m ready when you are,” he rasped out. It sounded like every trace of moisture in his mouth had disappeared.

I nodded, even though I knew he couldn’t see me. I pulled back bout halfway before slowly pressing back in. The pace was agonizing, and we were both shaking violently as a result. Finally, when I pulled back, Ishida slammed his hips back against mine with a grunt. All the air in my lungs escaped in one quick burst, and I tried not to fall over. Ishida turned his face towards me again.

“You don’t have to be so gentle.” he said, “Come on, show me what you’ve got.”

The playful little smirk on his lips as he said it struck me as very out of place, but I’m not exactly sure why. But, nevertheless, I couldn’t ignore his little challenge. I moved my hips back until just the very tip was inside him. I dug my fingers into his hips and thrust forward, forcing his breath from him. The smirk came back.

“That’s better.”

Where had this Ishida come from? He was so…playful. I groaned loudly and my eyes rolled back into my head as I set a fierce pace, the sound of skin against skin almost obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet space. I could already feel my end creeping up on me, and the music in my head was reaching symphonic proportions. I thrust into Ishida with renewed fervor, reaching around to stroke him. My fist moved in time with my hips, and my vision began to blur around the edges. Ishida moaned and gasped as I stroked him, biting into his lip. I knew he was just as close as I was.

“Ishida…nngh…’m gonna-”

I gasped as he tightened impossibly around me with a hoarse gasp, shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. I gave a choked cry, burying myself completely inside him and giving him everything I had. The music was deafening, and I felt like the assault on my senses was going to be the end of me. I closed my eyes, trying to keep my head from exploding.

When I opened them again, I was lying on the floor with a very satisfied looking Ishida curled against me. I smiled at the feeling, kissing him on top of his head one last time. I gently disentangled myself from him, fastening my pants and looking around for a piece of paper. If I couldn’t talk to him, I was at least going to leave him a note of some kind. I’d feel bad if-

“What are you doing, Kurosaki?”

I froze, looking behind me. So he was awake after all. I smiled to myself, “Well, I was planning on leaving you a note, so I was looking-” And that’s when the realization set in. I stared at Ishida, mouth hanging open. “W-wait! How’d you know it was me?!”

Ishida was smiling now, “Your voice,” he said, “I’d know it anywhere.”

I was dumbstruck, “What? But…but I’ve never even talked to you!”

“But you have sung.”

I blinked, “You recognized me from that?”

He nodded, still smiling, “So could you come untie me now?”

I stared at him for a beat, a bit dazed at this turn of events. I went over and removed the tie from his arms first, letting him stretch a little. I took a deep breath then, slowly removing the tie from his face. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the light. I handed him his glasses and he smiled at me. I sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry.”

He looked confused, “For what?”

“What do you mean ‘for what?!’” He blinked up at me, “For everything!” I said, my voice an octave higher than normal, “For tying you up, for forcing myself on you, for all of it!”

He was on his feet now, standing just a few inches from me and looking stern, “First of all, you didn’t force anything. I could have very easily freed myself and fought you off. Secondly, you’re awful at tying knots. If I’d wanted to, I could have untied my wrists and choked you with that tie. The only reason I didn’t is because I knew it was you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew that sooner?”

He shrugged and smirked, “I was having fun. Obviously you were as well.”

I felt myself go red and I crossed my arms over my chest, “So you’re not pissed, then?”

He shook his head, pulling my arms away and leaning against my chest, “Actually, quite the opposite. I was really upset about that incident with Kozuki-sensei, and I feel better now.” he smiled up at me, “I’m grateful.”

That brought the smile back to my face. I put my arms around Ishida and gave him a soft kiss, “Does that mean you’ll come back?”

“Hmm…I suppose. You guys will probably crash and burn without me, right?”

I grinned, “Undoubtedly.”

“Alright, it’s a deal then.” he said, resting his head against my chest again.

I had a big, goofy smile on my face, I just knew it. He was mine now. At least, I hoped he was. It certainly seemed that way at the moment, given the fact that he was still half-naked and standing in my arms. As we stood there together, I was sorely tempted to ask him about the shower incident. Then he sighed happily against me, and I thought it could wait.

“But,” he suddenly said, “first we need to talk about you following me.”

My face went white and I crashed to the floor. That was going to be a long conversation…

---------------------------------------------------

I no longer have to watch from a distance.

And nothing could make me happier.