Ladies and Gentlemen- Chapter 10
Ladies and Gentlemen 10
I had a firm belief that relationships were never worth the trouble, but since fate likes to watch me suffer, it put him on the same train. Bleach fic, Hichi-Ichi, Yaoi
***The story earns an M rating here and more will come- I am up to chapter 22 and already have a few more.
**Bleach belongs to Kubo, the song 'Ladies and Gentlemen' belongs to Saliva- I recommend listening (I've turned many readers on to Saliva). I don't profit from either.
~Failure Never Felt So Good
"Ladies and Gentlemen please,
Would you bring your attention to me,
For a feast for your eyes to see,
An explosion of catastrophe,
Like nothing you've ever seen before
Watch closely as I open this door,
Your jaws will be on the floor,
After this you'll be begging for more..."
I flush, slightly embarrassed that I forgot to turn my phone down before dinner. I apologize to Shiro, who merely shrugs and grins at my light blush. Digging it out of my pocket, I silence the offending piece of equipment and briefly glance to see who is calling. 'Renji.' I'll call him back later. Turning the ringer down to vibrate, I slip the cell back into my pocket and look back up to Shiro, who gives me a questioning glance.
"Just one of my friends, I'll call him back later." Returning my attention to the nearly finished bowl in front of me, I continue eating.
Shiro, having already finished seems to be content just watching. While it is slightly unnerving to have someone stare at you while you eat, I find his unwavering attention rather flattering.
"Hey Ichi, what song is that ring tone?" Hm, since we have similar tastes in music, I find it a little surprising he doesn't know. Then again, they are a foreign band.
"The song is called 'Ladies and Gentlemen' by Saliva. It's one of my all time favorite songs."
He looks deep in thought for a minute before finally responding, "Think I'll buy the CD. That song would be awesome to perform to on stage."
While I can never hold back a blush when thinking about his job, I find myself growing more curious every time it's mentioned. Maybe I should go watch him, it's not like I wouldn't enjoy it. I feel my face heat up even more as my thoughts turn south.
His laugh brings my attention back to the table, "That's quite a deep blush Ichi. Even for you. Mind sharing your thoughts?" His smirk tells me that he knows exactly what I'm thinking and I try to will the heat out of my face.
Trying to sound confident, I reply "I was just thinking that maybe I should come watch you work one night." There, that wasn't so hard, and it was totally worth the face he just made.
The shock on his face quickly morphs into a look of excitement, "Really? Alright, tell ya what...Let me get that song down, and you can come watch the first night I perform it." He looks like a kid on Christmas, and I can't seem to find my voice. I smile and nod before taking one last bite from the near empty bowl.
"So, where to next?" I ask as he picks up the bill.
He shrugged, "Hadn't really thought that far ahead. We're close to my place. Wanna just go chill and watch some movies?"
"Yeah, that sounds good." I could really go for an action flick tonight. Though my nerves start to make themselves known when I think about the last time we watched a movie at his place. We ended up making out rather heavily...I hope our week apart doesn't make things awkward tonight.
Shiro slips his arm around me as we walk out to his car. I gave up trying to fight him off about a week after our first date. Some battles just weren't meant to be won.
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Knowing that Ichigo shies away from public displays of affection, I worked extra hard on behaving myself tonight. Unfortunately, every move the boy makes plays hell on my self restraint and I finally cave to my desire on the way out to the car. As we casually chatted about what movie we wanted to watch, I slipped my arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer. I know he gave up trying to dissuade me from touching him in public after our first few outings, but I wasn't sure if the week apart had reverted my progress.
I breathe a sigh of relief when he makes no move to push me away, and we settle on an action flick. Reaching the car, I give a light squeeze and place a small kiss to his temple before releasing him. Apparently our week apart has done nothing to lessen the effect his blush has on my libido, and I have to turn away before I push him up against the car and ravish him in the parking lot.
The drive home was spent trying to think un-sexy thoughts in an attempt to quell my arousal. However, all of my hard work was completely annihilated when I got a good glimpse of his ass while walking upstairs to my apartment. By the time we reached my floor, I didn't know whether to kick or congratulate myself for letting Ichigo lead. Surely my self control is better than this. Since this is our first night back together, I really need to focus on letting Ichigo set the pace on physical interactions. This shouldn't be so difficult.
Putting in the selected movie, I join Ichigo on the couch. I was doing really good at minding my hands until he leaned his head against my shoulder about half way through the movie. Nice as it is, I want him closer. Lifting my arm and placing it around his shoulders, his head is re situated on my collarbone, and I begin to lightly brush my fingers along his bicep. Forgetting the movie, I look down at the top of his head and contemplate further progressing the light touching into something more heated. Damn it! Control Shiro, control! While I am busy thinking of the possible consequences of failing to control myself, Ichigo shifts and turns his questioning gaze up to me.
"Shiro, didn't you hear me?" What? When did he talk?
"Sorry Ichi, I was thinkin' about somethin'. What'd ya say?"
"I just asked if you had to work in the morning. If so, I should probably go home after the movie so you can get some rest."
"Nah, I work the night shift tomorrow. Even if I did work early, ya know I wouldn't want you to leave." 'Ever', my mind supplied. "Didn't I tell you that I'd sleep so much better if you were with me?"
He blushed at that, but otherwise ignored the comment and questioned, "What were you thinking about that had you so out of it? Weren't you watching the movie?"
Fixated on his face so close to mine and that delicious blush, I almost missed his question again...Watching the movie? "No." And without any further thought, I leaned my head down that short distance and covered his lips with my own.
It didn't take him long to recover and start kissing back. I run my tongue along his lower lip and am granted access immediately as he shifts and straddles my lap. With him now leaning over me, I relent and give him control of the kiss. While he is fervently exploring with his tongue, I take it upon myself to explore his body with my hands, eventually coming to rest when I reach his ass. I give a rough squeeze and he gasps, breaking the kiss for much needed air.
Breathing heavily, he rests his head on my shoulder and wraps his arms around me. One bending up to the back of my head, fingers running through my hair. The other curved up my back, hand fisting the shirt between my shoulder blades. Screw control. Grabbing his hips, I pull him down while I grind up, the friction fostering both our erections. He moans at the contact, and I lean in to lick the shell of his ear while whispering, "If you want me to stop, now would be the time to say so."
I feel him tremble slightly as he lifts his head back up to face me. Our eyes lock and our mouths are so close his breath mingles with my own. He whispers back, lips ghosting over mine, "Please Shiro...Don't stop."
Between the look in those deep honey eyes, the feel of him rocking against me, and the way he said my name, laced with delicious desperation, the rest of my self restraint was shattered. What replaced it was sheer lust filled desire, so palpable I would swear I was drowning in it.
"Hold on to me Ichigo." I slip my hands under his butt and stand, while he wraps his legs around my waist. Even in this position he is doing what he can to grind against me. The motion almost steals my balance and I have to concentrate to make it to the bedroom.
Still locked on to each other, we fall onto the bed, him underneath. He groans pleasurably at the added pressure of my weight as my abs grind harder against his erection from the fall. His limbs loosen their grip and it gives me enough slack to start working on his clothes. Unbuttoned and unzipped, my hand slips inside and palms the hardened member. Ichigo gasps at the contact and thrusts greedily upward, attempting as much gratification as possible with his pants still on.
The vision of him gone with lust, thrusting wantonly into my hand, causes my near painful erection to twitch and I get back to my previous task...Ichigo needs to be clothes-less. He whines slightly when I remove my hand, but joins in and helps disrobe himself once he realizes what I'm doing. Dropping the shed garments off to the side, I take a small step back to appreciate the view. Perfectly toned, lean muscle comprised the gorgeous body, encased in flawless sun kissed skin.
Ichigo, confused by my pause, props himself up on an elbow and reaches out to me with the other hand. The sight sparks a wave of possessiveness and I immediately crawl on top of him, one hand pulling lightly at his hair while the other strokes his erection. Using my grip on the orange locks to my advantage, I pull his head to the side and speak lowly against his ear, "Mine."
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"Mine." The huskily spoken declaration nearly pushed me over the edge. Shiro's mouth lowers to suck on my neck, and I find it almost as good as the skillful hand working my lower body. It has been over four years since I've been with anyone, and the intense sensations leave me breathless. Not to mention that Shiro is extremely good with his hands and mouth. I can't wait to see what he does with another part of his anatomy. The thought makes me realize that he is still clothed and I start pulling up his shirt, eager for skin contact. I feel him grin against my neck and he pulls back, trailing his hand down my body until he is standing.
He removes his shirt in one fluid motion and effortlessly slips out of his jeans, boxers included. I never really considered undressing to be a graceful act until I watched him do it. I almost snort at the thought, practice makes perfect I suppose. His body is cut almost exactly like mine, only, to my envy and pleasure, he has slightly more muscle mass. Scanning his body, I am pleased to see that his is very well endowed as well. My eyes center in on his rock hard member and I lick my lips in anticipation, earning me a rather sexy animalistic sound as he stalks back over.
Sitting up, I grab his hips before he can crawl back on top of me and give a quick lick to the head of his erection. He gasps and I savor the taste of his pre cum like a candy I have been denied for to long. Relaxing my throat and hoping I haven't lost my touch, I devour him completely, my nose coming to rest in soft, well groomed white curls. I hum in satisfaction at the achievement, the vibration earning me a shiver and an encouraging moan. Despite his groans of pleasure, he pulled away after a few complete strokes and pointed to the center of the bed.
Complying with his silent request, I move to the center of the king sized bed as he moves over to rummage through the bedside table. Producing a small bottle, he crawls over and settles by my slightly bent knees. He kisses one and runs his hand up my inner thigh, "Spread 'em."
I do as I'm told and he uncaps the bottle, coating his fingers generously. Tossing the bottle to the side, he proves that I'm not the only talented tongue in the room as he engulfs my aching length. I raise my hips at the sensation and he pushes me back down with his free hand, the other busy teasing my entrance. I nearly throw my pride away and start begging before he finally inserts the first two fingers. The slightly pained, yet pleasurable stretch vaguely familiar as my body adjusts to accommodate the intrusion. After the first few thrusts, he scissors the fingers slightly before adding a third and teasing my prostate. Between that mouth working my cock and those mercilessly teasing fingers, I am forced to find my voice for the sake of my sanity. My voice comes out breathless and unstable, "Sh-Shiro, mmn, more. I need you inside me."
He chuckles before releasing me, and I cry out at the vibration. Moving up my body, he bites my ear lobe and rests the tip of his erection at my entrance. Holding his position, he lubricates himself and speaks in a low, dark tone, "Tell me what you want Ichi-go."
"Damn-it Shiro, fuck me!" And while that was supposed to come out irritated, I heard only desperation.
Slipping his tongue into my open mouth, he fills me in a single thrust. I wince at the pain, but know it won't last. Shiro gives me a minute to fully adjust, working in slow, shallow thrusts. "Holy shit, Ichi...yer so damn tight. I'm holdin' back for ya love, let me know when your ready." His voice is strained, and I take a second to silently thank him for the courtesy.
Finally, I push back to meet him and his thrusts increase in speed and depth. He groans, lifting my legs to change the angle, and I nearly scream as he finds what he's searching for, "A-ah, there...ah fuck, fuck, faster Shi."
He adjusts my legs straight up against his torso, bending slightly over his shoulders. After turning his head to kiss one of my calves, I hear his winded voice, "Hold 'em there Ichi. I'm gonna make ya feel real good." I nod erratically, not trusting my voice as he grabs my erection with his still slick hand, and my hip with the other. Pumping in sync with his thrusts, even through the pleasured haze I admire his coordination as the speed drastically increases.
Soon the pleasure crests and I feel my climax rapidly approaching. Suddenly, white fills my vision and my body spasms with release, spilling into Shiro's hand and crying out his name. My inner walls tighten in response and he briefly looses his rhythm. He moans loudly while regaining pace, "Holy fuck...Ichi...Ichigo..." I feel his warm release inside me, and his body trembles through the last few thrusts while riding out his orgasm. He gives me a gentle kiss while pulling out and collapses next to me.
God, if I'd have known it'd be that good, I would have given in to his playful innuendo weeks ago.
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Changing the angle of my thrusts, I finally find my Strawberry's sweet spot. "A-ah, there...ah fuck, fuck, faster Shi." The frantic desperation in his voice threatens to push me over the edge. Don't worry Ichi, I know what ya want.
Adjusting his legs against my chest, I reposition myself for strength and speed. "Hold 'em there Ichi. I'm gonna make ya feel real good." My lover nods, and I let loose. Pounding fast and hard, I spare slight concentration and pump his erection in time with my thrusts. The effort is rewarded with unchecked cries of abandon and he quickly reaches his climax.
When his orgasm hit, the already impossibly tight channel became even tighter, and my concentration broke completely. With only a few more erratic thrusts, I followed my berry into bliss. I kissed him lightly and gently slipped out before falling beside him to catch my breath.
Once we were both breathing normally, I grabbed a damp towel from the bathroom and cleaned both myself, and my furiously blushing Strawberry.
Curling up next to a dozing Ichigo, I belatedly realize that I failed at restraining myself tonight. Apparently, my self control sucks. I laugh silently, failure never felt so good.