Fanfic: Complicated as Love
Music inspired: Everytime we touch, slow version (Cascada), Jet Airliner (Modern Talking), Thunder (East 17)
Pairing: Ichigo x Keigo
Rating: NC-17/M because of later chapters
Warning: Graphic citrus (lemon and lime) in later chapters.
Summary: Puberty is hard, isn’t it? More then when you’re a substitute shinigami trying to save the world and an unsure boy who thinks his beloved doesn’t care. Find out how Ichigo and Keigo cope with the complicated thing called Love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. If I would own Bleach, we would see Yumichika and Ikkaku fucking eachother senseless, Ukitake and Shunsui would marry, Gin would be killed by Kira and Yamamoto by Aizen. And some shounen-ai pairs would out themselves. Seeing that none of this happens, I assume I really don't own Bleach. Maybe in my imagination, but that doesn't count, does it?
Chapter 3 "Lost"
Music: Everytime we touch, slow version
Summary: They loved how it drew them insane and at the same time excited and they loved how it brought them closer. It was the sunny day when their steps reached a border and they both new, the next step will lead to something more.
It has been a month that Keigo and Ichigo came together. A month in which their rlationship became more intimate with each passig second. But it couldn’t be said, that they went more further than kissing. Touching eachother, yes, but it never went under the clothes. Some may call it shyness, some may call it fear, but they called it carefull. They didn’t want to rush it, though both longed for eachother and with every minute spent together they became more certain about their feelings, more sure with their relationship.
And to be exact, they both liked the slow, little steps they mere making. It was maddening, yet at the same time wonderfull. The thrill of what may come next and not knowing it, going through unsure lands, falling deeper into the passion was most exciting thing they ever expierienced.
Being unexpierienced and shy, it was for both of them a new sensation. The excitement of what may come next, the exploring of their relationship together as a „we“ and „our“ and „us“ was something beyond their imagination. And they loved it. They loved how it drew them insane and at the same time excited and they loved how it brought them closer. It was the sunny day when their steps reached a border and they both new, the next step will lead to something more.
But let us start from the beginning.
You see, Keigo had assigned into a tennis club. Though, nobody really understood why. But truthfully said: Ichigo didn’t give a damn why. He was just glad he did. That shorts suitted him so good...
And after tha Training, Ichigo would come to pick him up and the would go to the arcade, or sometimes even see a movie. Or they would just hang around doing...stuff. This Friday afternoon it should be the 3rd option the would be doing. But nice and in a row.
As the last ball was hit and the training over, Keigo noticed Ichigo sitting nearby and watching him intensly. He beamed and waved at him and saw how Ichigo smiled. He danced over to him.
They waited as the other players disappeared in the changing room and they kissed passionately. One of his hands remained on the small of the back of his friend, while the other traveled down, leaving behind a ghostly touch. Down the hips, to the nice round ass of Keigo, groping it slightly, wandering to the upper legs, his digits applying a light pressure on the inside, then moving slowly to the outside, wandering back up, making the shorts slip higher, revealing a bit of a tane, slender leg, finally stopping at the hip and ever so gently stroking it. He never stoped kissing Keigo and now he felt his hot breath on his face, heard the light gasps, felt fingers clutching his T-Shirt. The other Hand moved down, from the small of Keigos back and gently groped his ass, massaged it just a little bit. Ichigo had never done that to Keigo until then and it felt exactly like he thought it would: Overwhelming. Cue to the gasp, which was this time louder and he felt how Keigo moved closer, leaned more into his touch. Ichigo chose that exact moment to break the kiss.
„You should go change.“
Their noses touched as Keigo nodded.
„Yeah. I’ll be right back.“
And with that he took of to the changing room. Ichigo watched him retreat and couldn’t help but feel aroused from the sight of that sexy ass swaying slightly from side to side as Keigo walked.
15 minutes later they were on their way to Keigos home, close to eachother, but not holding hands, though both wanted it. Talk about shyness and going red.
„Ne, Keigo...“ spoke Ichigo suddenly.
„I’ve been wonderin‘...how’s tennis?“
Keigo smiled. „Very nice actually. I’m getting better and the others are very nice too.“
„Don’t they suspect anything? I mean, between us. To think of it, we’re a bit suspicious dontcha think? Hangin‘ around together always and me walkin‘ you home always after training...“
„Well, if they do, they couldn’t care leass from how they behave. They don‘t make any snug comments, they don’t abuse me or something. We’re normal, really.“
Ichigo smiled a kinda relieved smile. „Okay.“
They arrived at Keigos House.
„Thanks for walking me home...“ Keigo looked at Ichigo and their eyes met. As soon as that happened they couldn’t tore their gaze from the other away. They didn’t even realize that their faces together with their bodies came closer to eachother and a moment after, their lips were engulfed in a heated exchange. Breathing became something that didn’t matter until the moment they really coudln’t breathe anymore. As they parted and their eyes, with half-closed lids met again, they felt something was other. Something was there, what the last times wasn’t.
„My sister is out of town. I’m alone for the weekend.“
Keigo didn’t know why he had said that, neither did he know what happened after that. What he knew was, that he lay on his bed, Ichigo on top of him, kissing him senseless.
„Ichigo...“ he gasped into the kiss and Ichigo moaned in response.
„Keigo...Keigo I want you so badly...“
This time it was Keigos turn to moan. „Ichigooo...“
They felt both of their arousal, pressing against their tight jeans and the others tigh.
Soon Ichigo made his move. He let his hand move under Keigos T-Shirt, making his way acros the smothe stomach, aproaching the nipples, stroking them, pinching them, making them hard. Through this procedure he felt Keigo writhing underneath him and absentmindely rubbing against his errection, making him moan. In the matter of seconds both of their T-Shirts were removed and Ichigos lips replaced his hands. His hands needed to do something more important. So as he kissed the hardened flesh of Keigo (driving another moan out of him) he unbuckled his belt, unzipped the jeans (stroking the errection by the way) and pulled it down, leaving the gasping and moaning Keigo only in his underwear.
„Ichigoo...“ the sound of his name from his lover in this situation drove a moan out of him and made him remove his trousers as soon as possible.
And so they found eachother, Keigo lying on the bed, Ichigo sitting between his legs, and they were completely lost. Breathing hard they locked their gazes and none of them knew what to do.
„Ano [jap „Uhm“]... What now?“ asked Keigo and Ichigo found that he couldn’t tell.
„I...I seriously don’t know.“
„Do you want this? Do you want this to happen Ichi?“ Keigo sat up. „Because I do.“ And just like that, he kissed Ichigo, but the orangehaired boy broke the kiss.
„Are you sure? I mean...we’re only one month together and...yeah. I know I want you and I can see you want me as badly, but will this do us good? Shouldn’t we wait? Or are we there yet?“
Keigo, for once in his life, looked thoughtfully.
„You know...“ he said finally „We don’t have to have sex. We can go intimate without it...Like this.“ He kissed Ichigo again, but this time moving simultanously his hand groping Ichigos errection, what made Ichigo gasp and moan. Not hesitating a second, Ichigo grasped the other too, stroking him hard, jerking the penis of Keigo almost violently. Soon the room was filled with moaning and groaning and they didn’t even realize that they ended up rubbing against eachother, their bodies pressed tightly together. The friction was tight and none of them expierienced something like this, something this intense anytime before, so it really wasn’t extraordinary, that they came only minutes after. They felt the contracts of their inner walls and the force of their release driving them insane, making them go faster, of what they thought it was beyond the limit. And then...there was nothing.
Slick with cum and catching their breath, searching for support in the other, they sat there for minutes in the afterglow, memorizing the sweet bliss they expierienced only moments ago until Ichigo spoke, breaking the content (but it was fading, so he tried to break it before it faded completely.).
„I’ll phone dad. I don’t think I’m gettin home tonight, am I?“ he looked questioningly and saw how Keigo smiled.
„Damn straight you aren’t. The phone’s in the doorway. You know where, do you?“
Half an hour later, they were asleep, snuggled against eachother, lost in their sweet dreams...-----------------------------------------------------------
„Everytime we touch I get this feeling...“
As I was saying...Were all your questions answered? I hope so! ^^ But I’m almost sure new questions should arise just about...
*reads the clock*
Now. Shall I guess:
When will they tell their friends?
Will go everything smoothly?
Will they have sex in the next chapter?
Anything else? Say so. I will be glad to answer it in the next chapter! ^^
Cut from next chapter: He couldn’t tell Keigo and thats why he didn’t tell him and now he found unintentionally out and was dissapointed, judging by the look on his face. And Ichigo couldn’t stand this boy, who was always happy and energetic seeing so sad and disappointed. But the worst part was, that he could do nothing about it.
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Chapter 1 "As simple as that"
Chapter 2 "Matters of the Heart"