Skating on Thin Ice - Epilogue (Ice Cream)
“I’ll catch you at home for dinner.”
Placing his cell phone, Toushirou sat down and tugged off his skates. It was July and he had been practicing his routine for the new season under Coach Soi Fon’s watchful and strict eye. Even though it was going to be his senior year, he had decided to compete in the events scheduled for him for the skating association.
A trace of a smile crossed his face as he recalled seeing the orange haired hockey goalkeeper almost a year ago in the very same rink. While he had not been able to say that he had liked Ichigo immediately, he knew that he had been won over by his sincerity and perseverance.
Having changed into his sneakers, Toushirou picked up his skates and nodded a goodbye to his coach before returning to the house he shared with Coach Ukitake. The white haired coach had left for Japan a day ago and once Ichigo had learnt of it, he had decided to stay over at his place.
“Hey Tosh’. How was practice today?” Greeting the skater as he entered, Ichigo listened to the reply he expected, “…Hn. The usual,” before he continued. “Dinner will be ready in five. I’ve made tonkatsu curry.”
Bustling around the kitchen, the orange haired junior-to-be fished out the breaded pork cutlets from the oil before slicing them and putting them on the table. Returning to the kitchen to scoop two bowls of rice, he carried them to the table and placed one in front of the skater, who was already sitting there.
Dinner passed in comfortable silence and the pair split the washing and drying before Ichigo opened the fridge, taking out two bowls of ice cream. Placing it in front of the skater, who was sitting in front of the TV and watching the news, the goalkeeper smiled.
“Your favourite - kokuto ice cream. In celebration of six months.”
“Six months of what?” The skater asked, tucking into the ice cream he loved despite the question.
“Well, six months ago, you told me you were bi in the hospital. I’ve assumed that that’s your way of telling me you agreed to go out with me.” Ichigo smirked and watched as a look of surprise crossed the skater’s faced followed by a slight blush.
“Nope, you’ve never actually asked me, if you remember. Two can play at this game, Kurosaki.” Toushirou replied, attempting to look serious while he devoured the ice cream.
“Okay then. Tosh’, will you be my boyfriend?” Ichigo scooted over on the sofa, having finished his bowl of ice cream and placing it on the table.
“…No.” The skater replied coolly, also placing the empty bowl on the table. He still held the spoon though and was in the midst of licking it when he caught the goalkeeper staring at him.
“How do you want me to ask then?” Ichigo asked, staring at the skater’s tongue. ‘If he doesn’t stop licking that spoon soon, I’m going to lose control.’
“Kurosaki, you could try being more sincere.” The skater replied, only to have Ichigo take away the spoon in his hand, dropping it in a bowl with a clatter, before finding the goalkeeper’s hand on his.
Placing his face centimetres away from the skater’s, the orange haired teenager asked, “Hitsugaya-sempai, may I then ask for permission to go out with you and to be my boyfriend?”
Blushing with the goalkeeper’s face so close to his, Toushirou found himself momentarily at a loss for words.
“That means yes then.” With that, Ichigo leaned forward and pressed his lips to the skater’s, even as his tongue prodded at the other’s closed lips. Seconds later, they opened slightly reluctantly; his tongue darted within the warm cavity, tasting the sweet brown sugar the skater had been eating earlier.
When they broke apart, Toushirou was breathing heavily and trying his hardest not to blush. “Kurosaki, I… mmph.” As the goalkeeper leaned in for another kiss, the skater resisted slightly before relaxing and leaning into the kiss as well.
As they broke apart yet again, he found the goalkeeper grinning before feeling himself being picked up like a bride and carried to his bedroom. “Kurosaki, let me down now!”
Needless to say, Ichigo was well aware of the skater’s threats to know that this was just a mild protest and replied instead, “Well, boyfriend mine, now that it’s official, I think we should celebrate.”
Placing the skater down on his bed, he was not surprised when the blushing skater wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. With his hands doing the work, Ichigo tugged off the skater’s T-shirt then his own as they embraced on the bed.
With the lithe chest below him, the goalkeeper licked at the hollow below the skater’s collarbone before moving down to a dusty pink nipple and swirling his tongue around it. “Uhh…” The skater moaned softly at the administrations before Ichigo turned his attention to its counterpart.
Fingers worked their way over the button and zip of Toushirou’s jeans and slipped them off, leaving the skater in a pair of white briefs. Blushing pink over his alabaster skin, Toushirou leaned in for another kiss as he embraced the goalkeeper.
Feeling Toushirou try to turn him over, Ichigo gave way and found himself lying on the bed with the skater’s cool torso leaning on his. Manoeuvring into a sitting position, they embraced again and he leaned into the kiss, fingers running through the skater’s smooth white hair. Nibbling his way down the skater’s chest, his fingers gazed the skater’s groin and the skater blushed even more furiously. “Ichigo, I…”
Voice gentle, he replied, “Tosh’, don’t worry. Just tell me if you want me to stop.” Watching as the skater nodded silently in response, he leaned forward, lowering the skater onto the bed, before removing his last piece of clothing.
Toushirou shuddered as he came into contact with Ichigo’s tongue. He knew what it meant in theory but had not realised that he was so sensitive. Waves of pleasure jolted his body as he felt each and every licking and sucking motion. Running his hands through bright orange hair, it was not long before he lost all control.
“I-chi-go!” Climaxing as he never had before, the skater looked down at his boyfriend, surprised that he had swallowed everything and then blushed yet again.
Standing then bending over, Ichigo whispered in Toushirou’s ear, “You really are cute when you blush.”
“Kurosaki, I’m not cute.” He scowled, taking in the goalkeeper’s athletic body at the same time as he shed his jeans and underwear.
“Whatever then. It’s good to know that you’re cute in front of me only.” Ichigo smiled, as he picked up the tube of lube he had placed on the side table earlier. Unscrewing the cap, he coated his fingers liberally before turning to the skater. “Now, I want you to turn over and relax.”
Returning to the bed, slightly nervous as this was his first time - he had only bottomed with Renji, and traced circles around the opening before sliding a cool finger in. Hearing a gasp from the skater, he pushed the finger further in more gently, turning it slightly before coming into contact with something.
The moan from the skater told him he had got the correct organ. “Ichi-go, what the hell… is that?” Toushirou moaned, feeling pleasure surging through him as Ichigo pressed on something.
“That’s your prostate.” The goalkeeper leaned in for a kiss as he inserted his second finger. Making a scissoring motion, he stretched the channel and nudged the skater’s prostate gently, earning more moans and grunts as Toushirou writhed on his fingers.
Satisfied, he then inserted a third finger, before moving his fingers in and out slowly, making sure to hit the prostate each time. Unbelievably turned on by the skater’s soft moans, Ichigo then coated himself before thrusting into the tight entrance, leaning in to kiss Toushirou at the same time.
Embracing the skater, he buried himself to the hilt, before withdrawing slowly, getting the skater used to the feeling. Thrusting slowly, he found his senses slowly being overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him. ‘Fuck!’
He knew he was close and from the soft moans, he knew Toushirou was close too. Reaching out one hand, he stroked the skater’s arousal in time with his thrusts, both gradually picking up pace. With a shudder, he felt his hand coated with warm stickiness and as the skater tightened around him, he came as well. “Tou-shi-rou!”
Flushed, he slid out of the slick entrance, turned the white haired skater before wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling at him. Grinning at the smile on Toushirou’s face, Ichigo whispered, “I love you, Tosh’.”
“I love you too.” Toushirou leaned against the warmth of Ichigo’s body and promptly fell asleep. He was happy and somewhere out there, he knew his sister would be happy for him as well.
Placing his cell phone, Toushirou sat down and tugged off his skates. It was July and he had been practicing his routine for the new season under Coach Soi Fon’s watchful and strict eye. Even though it was going to be his senior year, he had decided to compete in the events scheduled for him for the skating association.
A trace of a smile crossed his face as he recalled seeing the orange haired hockey goalkeeper almost a year ago in the very same rink. While he had not been able to say that he had liked Ichigo immediately, he knew that he had been won over by his sincerity and perseverance.
Having changed into his sneakers, Toushirou picked up his skates and nodded a goodbye to his coach before returning to the house he shared with Coach Ukitake. The white haired coach had left for Japan a day ago and once Ichigo had learnt of it, he had decided to stay over at his place.
“Hey Tosh’. How was practice today?” Greeting the skater as he entered, Ichigo listened to the reply he expected, “…Hn. The usual,” before he continued. “Dinner will be ready in five. I’ve made tonkatsu curry.”
Bustling around the kitchen, the orange haired junior-to-be fished out the breaded pork cutlets from the oil before slicing them and putting them on the table. Returning to the kitchen to scoop two bowls of rice, he carried them to the table and placed one in front of the skater, who was already sitting there.
Dinner passed in comfortable silence and the pair split the washing and drying before Ichigo opened the fridge, taking out two bowls of ice cream. Placing it in front of the skater, who was sitting in front of the TV and watching the news, the goalkeeper smiled.
“Your favourite - kokuto ice cream. In celebration of six months.”
“Six months of what?” The skater asked, tucking into the ice cream he loved despite the question.
“Well, six months ago, you told me you were bi in the hospital. I’ve assumed that that’s your way of telling me you agreed to go out with me.” Ichigo smirked and watched as a look of surprise crossed the skater’s faced followed by a slight blush.
“Nope, you’ve never actually asked me, if you remember. Two can play at this game, Kurosaki.” Toushirou replied, attempting to look serious while he devoured the ice cream.
“Okay then. Tosh’, will you be my boyfriend?” Ichigo scooted over on the sofa, having finished his bowl of ice cream and placing it on the table.
“…No.” The skater replied coolly, also placing the empty bowl on the table. He still held the spoon though and was in the midst of licking it when he caught the goalkeeper staring at him.
“How do you want me to ask then?” Ichigo asked, staring at the skater’s tongue. ‘If he doesn’t stop licking that spoon soon, I’m going to lose control.’
“Kurosaki, you could try being more sincere.” The skater replied, only to have Ichigo take away the spoon in his hand, dropping it in a bowl with a clatter, before finding the goalkeeper’s hand on his.
Placing his face centimetres away from the skater’s, the orange haired teenager asked, “Hitsugaya-sempai, may I then ask for permission to go out with you and to be my boyfriend?”
Blushing with the goalkeeper’s face so close to his, Toushirou found himself momentarily at a loss for words.
“That means yes then.” With that, Ichigo leaned forward and pressed his lips to the skater’s, even as his tongue prodded at the other’s closed lips. Seconds later, they opened slightly reluctantly; his tongue darted within the warm cavity, tasting the sweet brown sugar the skater had been eating earlier.
When they broke apart, Toushirou was breathing heavily and trying his hardest not to blush. “Kurosaki, I… mmph.” As the goalkeeper leaned in for another kiss, the skater resisted slightly before relaxing and leaning into the kiss as well.
As they broke apart yet again, he found the goalkeeper grinning before feeling himself being picked up like a bride and carried to his bedroom. “Kurosaki, let me down now!”
Needless to say, Ichigo was well aware of the skater’s threats to know that this was just a mild protest and replied instead, “Well, boyfriend mine, now that it’s official, I think we should celebrate.”
Placing the skater down on his bed, he was not surprised when the blushing skater wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. With his hands doing the work, Ichigo tugged off the skater’s T-shirt then his own as they embraced on the bed.
With the lithe chest below him, the goalkeeper licked at the hollow below the skater’s collarbone before moving down to a dusty pink nipple and swirling his tongue around it. “Uhh…” The skater moaned softly at the administrations before Ichigo turned his attention to its counterpart.
Fingers worked their way over the button and zip of Toushirou’s jeans and slipped them off, leaving the skater in a pair of white briefs. Blushing pink over his alabaster skin, Toushirou leaned in for another kiss as he embraced the goalkeeper.
Feeling Toushirou try to turn him over, Ichigo gave way and found himself lying on the bed with the skater’s cool torso leaning on his. Manoeuvring into a sitting position, they embraced again and he leaned into the kiss, fingers running through the skater’s smooth white hair. Nibbling his way down the skater’s chest, his fingers gazed the skater’s groin and the skater blushed even more furiously. “Ichigo, I…”
Voice gentle, he replied, “Tosh’, don’t worry. Just tell me if you want me to stop.” Watching as the skater nodded silently in response, he leaned forward, lowering the skater onto the bed, before removing his last piece of clothing.
Toushirou shuddered as he came into contact with Ichigo’s tongue. He knew what it meant in theory but had not realised that he was so sensitive. Waves of pleasure jolted his body as he felt each and every licking and sucking motion. Running his hands through bright orange hair, it was not long before he lost all control.
“I-chi-go!” Climaxing as he never had before, the skater looked down at his boyfriend, surprised that he had swallowed everything and then blushed yet again.
Standing then bending over, Ichigo whispered in Toushirou’s ear, “You really are cute when you blush.”
“Kurosaki, I’m not cute.” He scowled, taking in the goalkeeper’s athletic body at the same time as he shed his jeans and underwear.
“Whatever then. It’s good to know that you’re cute in front of me only.” Ichigo smiled, as he picked up the tube of lube he had placed on the side table earlier. Unscrewing the cap, he coated his fingers liberally before turning to the skater. “Now, I want you to turn over and relax.”
Returning to the bed, slightly nervous as this was his first time - he had only bottomed with Renji, and traced circles around the opening before sliding a cool finger in. Hearing a gasp from the skater, he pushed the finger further in more gently, turning it slightly before coming into contact with something.
The moan from the skater told him he had got the correct organ. “Ichi-go, what the hell… is that?” Toushirou moaned, feeling pleasure surging through him as Ichigo pressed on something.
“That’s your prostate.” The goalkeeper leaned in for a kiss as he inserted his second finger. Making a scissoring motion, he stretched the channel and nudged the skater’s prostate gently, earning more moans and grunts as Toushirou writhed on his fingers.
Satisfied, he then inserted a third finger, before moving his fingers in and out slowly, making sure to hit the prostate each time. Unbelievably turned on by the skater’s soft moans, Ichigo then coated himself before thrusting into the tight entrance, leaning in to kiss Toushirou at the same time.
Embracing the skater, he buried himself to the hilt, before withdrawing slowly, getting the skater used to the feeling. Thrusting slowly, he found his senses slowly being overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him. ‘Fuck!’
He knew he was close and from the soft moans, he knew Toushirou was close too. Reaching out one hand, he stroked the skater’s arousal in time with his thrusts, both gradually picking up pace. With a shudder, he felt his hand coated with warm stickiness and as the skater tightened around him, he came as well. “Tou-shi-rou!”
Flushed, he slid out of the slick entrance, turned the white haired skater before wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling at him. Grinning at the smile on Toushirou’s face, Ichigo whispered, “I love you, Tosh’.”
“I love you too.” Toushirou leaned against the warmth of Ichigo’s body and promptly fell asleep. He was happy and somewhere out there, he knew his sister would be happy for him as well.