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Title: Well-secluded: II!
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] goldensprite. ILU FOREVER, SHINYFACE.
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo (Ichigo POV).
Rating: NC-17.
For: [livejournal.com profile] figaro_figaro, all the way. It's been in the works ever since you'd given me the phone sex prompt a forever ago :D (which explains the length T_T). Plus you're awesome :3
Word Count: 5,000.

Summary: Letting go of his cock to answer the phone had been enough of a feat, he didn't think he could handle the sound of the coarse redhead saying his name.

A/N: The unexpected sequel of the voyeur fic! if it becomes a series I'm gonna kick myself
Oh yes, this was hella fun. It's been so weird to write such a kink, but I think it turned out great and I hope you all will enjoy it :D (oh god, [info]pb_cookie, Ukeface is such a good little ukeface in this one, felt a little dirty).

Ichigo wanted nothing more than to stab his cell phone with Zangetsu. He'd have settled for throwing it out the window, or just turning it off for the rest of his life. He'd already been on edge; the phone starting to vibrate next to his hip didn't help any.

His only comfort was that he didn't have to press any buttons; he had the earphones in, so the call would be answered automatically if he slid the phone open.  Which was a very good thing, as his hands were busy. He used the heel of his hand to open the slider, still cursing. It was hardly a good time, but he knew the call could be important.

"What?" he asked, and immediately regretted even opening his mouth. Of course he couldn't get his damn breathing under control; his voice deeper than anyone on the other line should have ever heard.

"Ichigo?" Renji asked, sounding surprised. Oh, of fucking course. Ichigo squirmed and hated himself for it. Renji's low, rumbling voice was the last thing he needed to hear if he wanted to cool down.

Letting go of his cock to answer the phone had been enough of a feat, he didn't think he could handle the sound of the coarse redhead saying his name. Actually talking to Renji right then made Ichigo feel even guiltier for thinking about him while jerking off. Like Renji could somehow tell, and was calling to berate Ichigo. Shit, he didn't even care.

He contemplated rolling over to rub against the mattress, anything to get the friction he needed, to take the edge off—shit, he needed to come.

"You there?" Renji asked, curiosity seeping into his voice. He can't know… there's no way…

Ichigo cleared his throat, like that would work. Renji sure could pick his fucking moments—Ichigo was still sweating, his whole body stretched on the bed. This close. It fucking hurt. "How the hell did you get a phone?"

Renji hummed. Ichigo shut his eyes and bit his lip until it hurt. It didn't help either, as he just pictured Renji doing the same with his sharp teeth.

"Got one from Urahara-san, so he could call me whenever he needs something scrubbed. Can you believe a captain still has to do that shit?"

"Oh," Ichigo said, not really listening and not really caring about it. He was already thinking of a way to get rid of Renji.

"What're you up to?" Renji asked, and Ichigo could see him arching a tattooed eyebrow. Then he could see more; down Renji's sweaty, taut neck, black lines traversing his bloody chest as he lay there, panting and exhausted after a long sparring session.

Ichigo only realized he’d made a... noise... after it went past his lips and through to Renji. Well, shit. Determined not to freak out, he spluttered an answer. "I'm busy with school, moron. I gotta catch up with all the classes I'd missed before you got stationed here. You know how crazy it was around here after the war."

Save.

"You're jerking off, aren't you?"

Shit.

"I'm not." Thanks to you, jackass. He tried to will his erection away—hell, he tried to will Renji away. He just wanted to listen to his music, come, and go to sleep.

Renji chuckled. Ichigo wanted to die.

He refused to give Renji any credit for knowing what he'd been up to; instead he just prayed Renji would let it drop. Fuck, Renji would probably tease him about it for the rest of his stay in the living world. Yeah, that's right. We'll laugh it off and move on, just like last time.

He nearly kicked the phone in surprise when Renji spoke again. "Keep going."

The humiliation was almost forgotten as Renji's low voice crept into Ichigo's head—fuck, his body was on fire—and triggered something in him. Wait, his voice was too low. Ichigo realized two things, then: Renji was doing it on purpose, and it was making Ichigo even harder.

He couldn't stop himself. That depraved need resurfaced, the one he'd discovered that night, almost a month ago, when he couldn't stop staring at Renji jerking off in his chair.

This time he wasn't taking any chances, and bit his knuckle to stifle any sounds he might make as he wrapped his hand around his cock again. A jolt shot down his spine at the contact, making him shiver.

Calm. Calm. "I'm not gonna…" he mumbled around his knuckle. "It's too weird, Renji, there's no way—"

"I heard that little sound you made, Ichigo." Gonna hear fucking more if you keep saying my name. "You wanna keep going."

Ichigo heard a sound from the earphones, like a sigh. Like Renji was sitting back. Like he intended on staying. Ichigo felt excitement rise in him. Fuck.

"I could do it too, if it'll make you more comfortable," Renji offered.

Ichigo bit hard and tried his best to keep a groan in, his hand stroking his cock almost by itself. Wouldn't call it more comfortable.

"W-why?" he dared uttering, cursing himself for sounding so… helpless. Torn between Renji's gruff voice, sounding so fucking close to him, and the friction his hand was supplying, he couldn't even focus on what was coming out of his mouth.

"Because you watched me. I might as well listen to you, eh, Ichigo?"

Fuck. That was the first time that issue had been addressed by either of them. When Ichigo had imagined this conversation, he’d thought he'd be scared shitless. He definitely hadn't anticipated the wave of heat crashing over him, or that his mind would replay images from that night, of Renji; panting, writhing, twisting his hair…

Like he could stop now. He pushed into his hand, heels digging into the mattress. "Oh, fuck me," he cursed, frustrated with himself.

Renji's breath quickened, so close to the receiver Ichigo felt like Renji was breathing down his neck, felt his voice travel from the earphones to his spine. Renji must have taken what Ichigo had said the literal, wrong way, but then again, Ichigo had no idea what wasn't wrong at that moment so he didn't give it that much thought.

"Keep talking," Renji coaxed. More like demanded, his voice sharper somehow. Fuck, Ichigo liked that. He tightened his fist around the head of his cock, swiping at the tip with his thumb to collect the pre-come and smear it over the silky skin. He was paying a lot less attention than he should have to the sounds he made in the process.

"No," he said, not sure whether he wanted to prove something to Renji or just not fuck up the situation even worse. As confident as he was, this was new territory for him. What if he embarrassed himself? More than getting off on Renji's voice, that is. Shit.

"Alright, then I'll talk."

Yes. Ichigo shuddered, Renji's quiet, deliberate tone working like a charm on his body. His back slightly rose from the bed when he thrust into his hand, rocking his hips.

The shock from Renji's educated guesses started to fade—or maybe it didn't, maybe it just triggered something else. Because Ichigo did get caught, and now Renji had… control. Again. He groaned aloud, head swimming.

"Stop touching your cock," Renji instructed. Ichigo obeyed without thinking, as though his body was ahead of his willpower and judgment. Guess that's kinda why we're even in this situation. He let out a small whine and fisted the sheets instead, breathing harshly against the finger in his mouth.

"Good." Renji sounded a little surprised, his voice heavier. Honestly, Ichigo was surprised he did what Renji had asked, just like that. He was surprised he could. (He was surprised he didn't come anyway.) "Didn't think you liked being bossed around in bed," Renji added. "This should be fun."

The way he said that caused another shudder to cross Ichigo's body, his cock pulsing in his hand. Renji shouldn't just say things like those—shit, Ichigo shouldn't be enjoying it. "I… shut up," he murmured, way too hot to keep his voice in check.

"Yeah right. I wonder if you're clothed. I can just see you twisting in your bed, hand stuffed down your pants like you don't care about staining them, getting yourself fucking dirty. Or maybe you took the time to undress, to lock the door, get some lube, to touch yourself."

Ichigo moaned, shuddering uncontrollably. His hand flew to his cock again—only to be stopped by Renji's dangerous voice. "I said, don't."

"Fuck, Renji, I have to—"

Renji growled in annoyance, which really did nothing to help if what he wanted was to keep Ichigo from touching himself. The fact he knew Renji was probably jerking off on the other end himself, and what he was obviously thinking about, didn't help either. He wondered if Renji could just turn that voice on and off, or if he had something to do with it.

"Answer me," Renji demanded.

Ichigo tried breathing more slowly. When that failed, he gritted out, "I'm naked." Family's out of town, he can't blame me.

"Good. Would've asked you to strip for me anyway. I bet you look good right now—all hot and bothered. Wanna know what you're gonna do for me instead?"

Ichigo knew he should have been panicking around then, instead of letting himself drown in Renji's smooth voice. He tried to fight it, if only for the sake of what he thought was normal for their friendship, let alone for him. "I… we shouldn't do this." I can't just do whatever you say.

"If you weren't moaning so loud I would buy it."

Shit, Ichigo was almost breaking the skin of his finger. "Fuck you," he managed.

Renji chuckled, low and mirthless. "Later, if I feel like it. I want you to get that finger out of your mouth."

Oh, god. He knew there was no way Renji could have seen him, but he couldn't help a shudder at the thought of Renji being there with him, watching him from the chair, red eyes gleaming with arousal as he talked Ichigo through—

Fine. Fuck it. He released his knuckle and wiped it on the bedspread mindlessly, careful not to move his hand any closer to his body. He knew he really would have lost control if he had.

"Ichigo, talk to me," Renji enticed. His voice sounded softer somehow. It helped Ichigo get a hold of himself, at least momentarily. He took a deep breath, well-aware Renji was just waiting for him.

"It's out." He couldn't help but smirk before adding, "My hands are free."

Renji chuckled again. "You're catching on. I want you to start from the top. I wanna listen this time. Do you have some water?"

Ichigo looked sideways at the water bottle sitting on his desk. His very, very far away desk. "I don't—"

"Do it. You gotta relax, make it worth my while. It's only fair, after the show I gave you."

Ichigo didn't need to know that right then. Didn't need to think about the fact Renji had known Ichigo had been standing there all along; it made the whole thing even more fucked-up. He certainly didn't want to consider Renji had done all that for him. Performed.

Ichigo should have felt guilty, but with Renji obviously not minding the attention, he couldn't pretend to care either.

"Alright, I'm drinking." He reached out, rolling over slowly. Fuck, his hands were shaky.

He could finally breathe easy, once the cold water went down his throat. It cleared his mind well enough, made him feel more in-control. So why the fuck don't I wanna hang up?

He nearly choked on the water when Renji let out a feral growl in his ear, this time of pleasure, rather than frustration. Ichigo had heard that one before. It was unmistakable. He spluttered, spilling some water on his chest and jerking.

"Don't fucking go on without me—" He shut his mouth quickly.

Damn, he really should have felt more embarrassed about what he'd said, but he’d finally reached the point where he didn't care anymore. He wanted to hear Renji make some noise again. Fuck, he remembered what Renji sounded like just before he came, the look he got in his eyes.

Renji chuckled, but it sounded more breathless than anything. "Sorry, couldn't help myself." There's some normal Renji. "Are you calmer now?"

Not while you're here. "Yeah."

Renji hummed his approval. "Didn't wanna take advantage of you just 'cause I caught you at a bad time. Now, will you do what I say?"

Was he asking for permission now? 


Ichigo didn't even have to think about it. The decision was fairly simple, all of a sudden. He did trust the fucker. And by then he was turned-on enough to just say 'fuck yeah' if it meant Renji would keep talking.


"I will," he answered. Probably the wrong choice, probably fucked up the friendship, and he probably wouldn't have anything to blame. Again.


"Okay. Now, back to your fingers."


He probably didn't care. Ichigo meant to laugh, but all that came out was a smothered grunt. Renji's voice was thick as honey again, sliding from Ichigo's ears down his neck. After officially agreeing to this, what the fuck did he have to lose?


He put the bottle on the desk and lay on his back, waiting for further instructions.


"Are the tips still wet?" Renji asked.


Ichigo ran his thumb over his forefinger. "No," he replied, thinking ahead. Could use the fucking water I spilled. Or the sweat, damn it.


"Then put them in your mouth again. I want them nice and sleek. You can suck them if you like, but let me hear it."


Ichigo did. He couldn't believe he did, but before he knew it he was closing his lips over two of his fingertips, sucking them in and making sure to be loud, to make obscene sucking sounds, until Renji grunted in his ear and made his blood hotter. He nearly moaned when Renji whispered, "Feels good, Ichigo."


Fuck.
Ichigo shut his eyes and curled his tongue around his fingers, sucking harder, moving them like—he didn't even want to think about it. After all he'd done that night, all that mattered was doing the best he could to please Renji so he would let him come.


"Stop," Renji said harshly, grunting again. Ichigo was suddenly embarrassed at having trouble letting go of his fingers. He knew he was blushing—fuck, he hoped he was. "Take them out and move them lower. Are your nipples as stiff as your cock, Ichigo?"


Fuck,
it was killing him. A part of him wanted nothing more than to grab his cock again—it would only take a few strokes—but a far more stubborn part of him knew he had to do as Renji said.


The worst thing was that he actually wanted to do it, to play along with Renji's demands. It felt fucking good to start all over again while his skin was still burning with sensation, to run his fingers over his sensitive collarbones and even lower (Renji had tattoos there, he thought for no reason), until he ghosted them over his nipple, his other hand rising shortly after that. This time, he was… performing for Renji. It was Renji's doing; Renji touching him like that, just like he'd pushed Ichigo over the edge when their eyes had locked last time.


He hadn't realized he was groaning until Renji chuckled, just like he hadn't realized his head was pushing into the pillow, or that his legs were rising slowly. "Close your eyes and picture it's my tongue," Renji whispered. "I'd tease you just like this, Ichigo. I'd wanna see how you tick. Wanna push you."


Ichigo's teeth clamped down on his lip when he pinched his nipples, hard, his head shooting back. "Ah, Renji…"


"Fuck yeah, that's it," Renji encouraged him, his tone slightly aggressive, dominating. "Do you have any lube, Ichigo?" he asked, and Ichigo pushed himself off the bed again, his heels digging into the mattress. He knew what was to come, and fuck—he wanted it.


Flavored fucking lube.
Ichigo had never thought Keigo's gag gift would turn out to be this handy. He hadn't even opened the tube. "I do," he said, quite proud of not stumbling over the words.


He reached for the bottom drawer of his desk when Renji added, gruff as ever, "So you can get ready for me."


"Fuck—" Ichigo nearly dropped the narrow tube in surprise.


Renji laughed in his ear, slow and heavy and dirty. "Relax; I'm not gonna come all the way over there. You're gonna fuck yourself for me."


That would be new. Ichigo didn't argue, and his body sure as hell didn't, either; he shivered from head to toe in anticipation.


"Will it hurt?" he asked, though he couldn't say he was particularly hesitant to examine the liquid he squirted from the tube to the tip of his finger.


"You can take it. I'll make you feel good, so relax already." He could hear Renji's smirk. Like hell I could relax.


His dick was still just as hard. He wondered if Renji would somehow know if he touched it; by then he was willing to believe Renji was a mind-reader. Warrior's instincts, maybe, or maybe he just knew Ichigo inside and out. Probably better than anyone, after all they'd been through together. It didn't make this any less fucked-up; Ichigo had never considered having sex with one of his best friends. Then again, given recent developments, that was probably out the window. Fucked-up was okay too. It was familiar.


"Ichigo?" Renji asked. It wasn't especially soft or comforting; it barely even required an answer. Ichigo knew Renji would go on even if he'd back out. Ichigo also didn't really mind; he didn't need any fucking cooing.


"I'm good. Let's fucking do it." He'd hoped to sound more convincing, but his voice was still low and almost worn-out. Renji didn't seem to object, going by the way he grunted. There were some static noises, like the phone was being rattled. Ichigo suddenly wondered how Renji was holding the phone to his ear. He wondered what Renji's hands were doing.


He didn't ask.


"You're just too eager, aren't you?" Renji finally said. "Fine. Raise your knees and spread your legs."


Ichigo did just that, trying not to let it make him feel vulnerable or weak or—Fucking dirty…


"You look good like that, Ichigo," Renji nearly purred in his ear, causing him to squeeze a little too tight and getting lube spilled on his fingers. He was about to wipe it on the bedspread before he realized, well, isn't that kinda the point?


"What should I do?" he asked, getting more restless the more time he spent waiting, the more he looked at his wet fingers, the heavier Renji's breaths had become—oh, Ichigo noticed how much Renji was letting on by then.


"I need you to relax," Renji answered, sounding more controlled than ever. Ichigo knew what it really meant. Renji was straining to hold himself back. Ichigo felt that strange pride again at getting Renji worked up. "Try going slow, run your fingers up and down your thighs. Nice, isn't it?"


Ichigo was panting now, hoping it was enough of an answer. His muscles quivered and clenched under his touch. Fuck, he was sweating again. Yes, nice.


"Slick up your other hand," Renji instructed.


Already have.
"Mm-hmm," he let out. Don't wanna talk anymore. Can't.


"Touch your balls now, gently. The skin's drawn there, isn't it? You're still so fucking hard…" Ichigo bit harshly on his lower lip, but the pang didn't make his mind less hazy—it made it worse.


He still did as he was told; ignoring just how badly he needed to touch his cock and instead focusing on the winding pleasure the slow touches were giving him. It was almost too much; it felt like his whole body was in knots.


"Move lower, slow. There's a—"


Ichigo let out a surprised grunt at the pleasant sensation, keeping his fingers pressed to the area he'd discovered, massaging it. He didn't even care about shutting his mouth anymore. He was moaning for Renji.


"You're quick on the draw, Ichigo." There was that chuckle again. Ichigo was losing it. "Ready now?"


"Yes," Ichigo breathed, already stroking lower, running a slicked finger between his cheeks. He froze only when he felt puckered skin, and even that was because he had to wait for Renji's say-so. He wasn't afraid; his body was screaming for it.


"Push the tip in."


Oh god.
He wasn't sure whether he was doing it right or wrong, he just knew it… wasn't what he'd expected. He thought it would be more painful (right then what hurt most was his nails digging into his thighs), but it was uncomfortable, stinging. He clenched down and hissed, trying to get used to that… pressure, there.


"Breathe," Renji reminded him, and Ichigo realized he was gasping for air. "Try moving it a little. It'll feel a little funny, but I know you'll like it."


"Fuck, Renji," Ichigo uttered, his voice unrecognizable in his own ears. Like he was breathing out the name. He moved his legs to get more comfortable, willed himself to breathe steadily, to relax his muscles, to—


"Oh," he whispered, and moaned again—fuck, he whined—it was getting good. Damn.


Something unbearably hot swept over him, thick and heavy; a different kind of pleasure taking hold of him, sharpened by the pain coming from his thigh.


He suddenly realized he wasn't the only one making sounds. Renji was groaning; throaty, powerful, as though even Renji's satisfaction was made to leave a mark on Ichigo. With that low, gravelly voice of his right in Ichigo's ears, Ichigo felt surrounded by him, and it felt good.


"Slower, Ichigo," Renji warned. It took his a moment to make out the words. Then he realized what he was doing—thrusting his fingers inside him to the second knuckle. You can take it. "Go slow," Renji added. "I'd go slow. After all that, I'd make you squirm on my finger. I'd make you say please."


"Fuck! I can't…" Close your eyes and picture it's my tongue.


And Renji was fucking him with his finger, but Renji's finger was bigger, like every other fucking part of him, so—so Ichigo added a second finger, not all the way in, as slow as Renji wanted. He was probably leaving bruises on his thigh, be he couldn't care less. He arched his back, pushing deeper, harder.


"You sound so good," Renji whispered in his dirty voice. "Fuck yourself good for me. I want your body to remember it."


Ichigo whimpered, moving his hips without thinking. The only thing that mattered was the intense heat coursing through him, heady, deeper…


"It…" Ichigo arched again, throwing his head back, gasping. "It feels good," he finished, trying not to choke on the sentence.


"Mm, it does… You're tight around me," Renji said, voice rumbling, making Ichigo's body—fuck, he had to come.


He was right there, one more touch and he would be done for. He could've just let go, but he wouldn't. It would've felt like cheating. He hung on every word coming out of Renji's filthy mouth because he owed him—because he was guilty; he had watched Renji that night.


"Can you do one last thing for me before I let you come?" Renji asked quickly. His voice was uneven now; he was close too. We'll come at the same time. He's making me wait till he's done. And it's good.


"Yeah," Ichigo said, already bracing himself.


"I want you to turn your palm face-up, and crook your fingers. If you wanna come, I better hear you."


Ichigo did, wriggling with effort. "What's—oh," was all he managed as his hips bucked up to meet his hand. "Fuck…" His breath was shaky, his muscles trembling as he pushed more insistently against the spot he found. He cursed some more, struggling to control himself. He couldn't even… It felt amazing.


He was losing it; he was losing it to the sensations, heavy and needy and way too much. "R-Renji… Renji, please…" He moaned, panting into the phone. He was sure Renji could feel it against his skin.


In Ichigo's fantasy Renji was kissing him roughly, fucking him hard with his fingers, pounding into him just right, clutching his thigh to keep him in place because Ichigo couldn't stop moving his hips, his whole body shifting into overdrive. He couldn't take it anymore.


He knew the sounds weren't only his own now; Renji was done for, lengthy groans and deep growls, wild and consuming.


"Fuck!" It was Renji this time, the most affected he'd sounded during the entire conversation. Renji breathed raggedly against his lips. "Touch your cock, now. You can come in my mouth."

Oh, fuck. Ichigo's hand shot to his cock and he didn't waste a second before tugging roughly. He arched his neck and cried out, eyes shut tightly. And Renji was there, crouching between his legs and still fucking him, only now he was staring, narrowed red eyes hooded, his long, gorgeous red hair sticking to his sweaty face and just barely brushing his mouth, his tongue peeking out between puffy, sticky lips. He swiped his tongue over the head of Ichigo's cock, and something else struck him; the real Renji, moaning out Ichigo's name.


Finally, he gave in. He thrashed wildly and came with a hoarse shout, his whole body in spasms, clenching around his fingers painfully tight as pleasure finally overpowered him. He didn't know what more he could give, until it finally ran out.


He'd been reeling for a few more minutes when Renji's voice trickled through the fog in his mind. "That's the second time I made you come," he said in a deep, lazy voice, drawling over Ichigo's ear. Satisfied. Ichigo wondered if that was what he was feeling, too.


He slipped his fingers out of his body, wincing at the sound it made. He was drained, couldn't even roll over or get himself cleaned. "I could say the same thing," he replied, shutting his eyes again.


"Yeah, you could."


That was a reply Ichigo hadn't anticipated. Torn between shame and… smugness, Ichigo was relieved when Renji spared him the need to answer by asking, "What were you thinking about?"


Ichigo wasn't sure an answer to that was any easier to come by. Well, fuck it. No point in acting chaste now. Not with the sweat and come still all over his skin. "You," he stated, simply. Renji didn't say anything, waiting for more. Ichigo huffed. "You were on top of me, fucking me with your fingers and… kissing me." Shit, it was embarrassing, but… he had to know too, for some reason. "Did you…?"


"I was sucking your cock. Not on top of you, but on my knees. You were looking down at me with your big brown eyes, all needy and pleading." That was way more than Ichigo had asked for, and Renji knew it, the bastard. He was chuckling dryly.


Ichigo had no fucking clue how to take that in, and let out a humiliating little grunt at Renji's words. Enough. "Could we not—"


"Fair enough," Renji said, humor still in his voice. "Night, Ichigo."


Wait, what?
"Just like that?" He knew it sounded ridiculous even as he said it, and would have punched himself if he'd been able to move.


"Well, yeah." And then he wanted to punch Renji. Talking to me like I'm the difficult one. "We both had fun. Doesn't always have to mean anything."


Like that answered anything. Will it happen again? Do I want it to? "Still—"


"You disappeared fast enough last time," Renji cut him short, sounding playful. Ichigo was thrown off again. Was that really the appropriate moment to mention that time?

Will we mention this time?


Ichigo considered his words as carefully as he could have. "If I'd have stayed, that night, would you have… y'know?"


"What, fucked you then and there on my desk?" And it was Renji's normal voice, because the moment had clearly passed, which meant… Oh, Ichigo should not have been affected just by that notion. "Probably not," Renji finished. "This is fucking new for me too, y'know. You're not just some guy to fool around with."

Ichigo snorted. "Flattering."

He was never quite convinced this was just fooling around. Because fooling around meant something casual, not coming like that without even being touched by another person. They weren't even in the same fucking room. He wondered what real sex with Renji would be like.

No, wait, he didn't. "Should we talk about it? Y'know, work something out?" So I'll know what to say when I actually face you.

"Don't get all girly on me." Renji was laughing at him. Great.

So we're not gonna talk about it. Ichigo wasn't sure whether it was manly or just plain stupid, but this was Renji, so it was probably a little bit of both.

"Alright. Good night, Renji."

Ichigo was grateful when Renji hung up immediately, ending the call without Ichigo having to fish for the phone himself. His hand was still dirty, but he couldn't be bothered to take a shower. He grabbed some tissues from his desk and wiped his skin clean. Finally, he removed the earphones.

The silence surrounded him, almost comforting after all that had just happened. He figured he should at least stay up all night to think about it, but the truth was he wouldn't even know where to begin, and he really wanted to sleep. He'd worry about facing Renji when it was absolutely necessary. He would worry about it all tomorrow.

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on 2010-03-26 10:29 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] figaro-figaro.livejournal.com
awfjdfhgksadhgjhfdfhafdskjhfasjhgsd!!

*dead*

No seriously

*dead*

Dude, fuck my fic, fuck it! I feel a tiny bit humiliated being outdone by someone who's not even into phone sex but GODDAMNIT SPIKY! *runs around in circles before heading off to change panties*

ahem.

Great minds think alike, eh? It's kinda scary how similar our stories are in a couple of ways. We must've tuned in to the same yaoi channel or something.

Thanks for the dedication, thanks for posting this, thanks for being awesome. This was awesome. IC and hotter than hell.

on 2010-03-26 01:05 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] figaro-figaro.livejournal.com
And oh, you know what I liked most besides all the smut?
The lack of girly shit when they hung up. Mushy stuff is cool, you know I'm a sucker for it, but it was damn refreshing with men being, well, men. Casual ones. Now I feel horribly sexist, putting values in 'girly' and what a man is supposed to be like. But it was still refreshing, so there.

on 2010-03-27 09:17 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
*chokes up*
O-oh fuck. Thank you so fucking much I don't even. *grins like fuck and licks the screen* ♥♥

on 2010-03-27 01:55 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] figaro-figaro.livejournal.com
:) You did a fucking great job, spiky. Much, much love.

on 2010-03-26 10:34 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] cmc42.livejournal.com
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on 2010-03-27 09:18 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
LOL, glad to have pleased you! :D

on 2010-03-27 11:33 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] cmc42.livejournal.com
I'm glad I read it an hour before my lecture not 15 minutes before like I do with some fics though ^^;;

on 2010-03-26 04:44 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] sayu-chan.livejournal.com
fhikindckinejnsknkfcjbdkjfbnsnadkjnedr!!!!!

brain = ded.



but it's a good dedness, me thinks. thank you.

on 2010-03-27 09:21 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
Yay a keyboard smash *__*
Let me know if it becomes bad dedness, I'll send in Dr. Abarai :3

Thanks for the comment ^^

on 2010-03-26 05:35 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] babyluw.livejournal.com
I want to second all of the above. Cause shit, that was some crazy stuff.

Like, insanely hot all over.

Oh, and I love the whole 'say one thing while you think the other'. Ichi's bickering and throwing comebacks at Renji in his head all the time, it's really awesome <3

on 2010-03-27 09:22 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
Thank you very much :333 ♥♥♥

on 2010-03-26 08:02 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] are-sensei.livejournal.com
Guh....

That was intelligent. Umm... whew... you broke my brain.

Basically, this made me blush. That's how hot it was. I've been reading yaoi fanfiction for years, I thought I was way beyond blushing. But you brought it right back.

Damn...

on 2010-03-27 09:24 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
Fff, what a great compliment. Thank you ^^

on 2010-03-26 11:36 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] zealot1138.livejournal.com
Renji in charge, Ichigo all hot and bothered.
So much YUM! x3

Lovely, smexy, MEGA, as always!!!!!!!!!!!! <33333333

on 2010-03-27 03:09 am (UTC)

on 2010-03-27 09:26 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
LOL, I think I've never written something this seme/uke. It was shamefully fun
Glad you enjoyed, and thank you! <333333nngh3333

Your icon is as mesmerizing as ever.

You made my day!

on 2010-03-27 05:50 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] lightechos.livejournal.com
Your icon is so awesomely sexy I love it. And it had the added bonus of completely flustering my man when he saw it. He was looking over my shoulder while I was reading (he should know by now that's not a good idea).

Him "Hey that picture thingy is moving what is that?"
Me "Renji and Ichigo and you don't want to know."
Him " Yeah it's cool what, OH MY FUCKING GOD MONICA WHAT ARE THEY DOING?.......... WHAT, HOW, WAIT, HOW DID THEY MAKE THEM DO THAT?"
Me "Do I really need to explain to you what they are doing?"

Then he turned red and ran out of the room. I laughed so hard my kids heard me in the front yard and came inside to see why I was laughing. He will never watch Bleach the same way again. Thanks your awesome!

Re: You made my day!

on 2010-03-27 10:27 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] zealot1138.livejournal.com
LMAO!
That was the funniest thing I've read prolly all week!
(Is your man scarred for life now?!)
I always warn my man, "You do NOT want to look at my screen right now. GO AWAY!

And it was an awesome b-day gift from [livejournal.com profile] figaro_figaro and animated by [livejournal.com profile] freakinmi to which you can get your own of the same icon sans branding at [livejournal.com profile] freakinmi's journal. ^^

Re: You made my day!

on 2010-03-29 11:45 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] beautifvl-flaw.livejournal.com
This just made me giggle so much XD

on 2010-03-27 03:44 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] pb-cookie.livejournal.com
I've decided to cut back on the ultra mega comments because I think I'm scaring people away XD so this is taking a lot of control... will pick out a couple parts.

Save.

"You're jerking off, aren't you?"

Shit.
I lold.

"Alright, then I'll talk." I was like, yes!!! Renji saves the day. God you make him sexy, too... I love how throughout this whole piece, he seems to know exactly what to say to get Ichigo hot, he's so confident in himself... even at the end, when he's like, all right, talk to you later. (Can you have him give me a call tonight?? Or can you call me and pretend to be him? YOUR WIFE IS LONELY :3)

Didn't think you liked being bossed around in bed I thought he'd like being bossed around in bed. You DID make him ultra-uke!! And you knew I'd love it... you know me so well. I LOVED him taking orders (from Renji! that part's deathly important), so taken back by the situation he didn't really know what to do. Oh man, and the flip side of that, how Renji was so damn comfortable giving the orders, and I love that you made him practically psychic, love that he knows Ichigo so well.

*holds back from commenting on a lot* You made this fingering so damn hot... *moans* I'll highlight this line, it was one of my favorites: Fuck yourself good for me. I want your body to remember it. Holy hell. This is great, your Ichigo's pretty virginal here my favorite so I love this whole situation. He's not thrown into a position that's overly stressful for him, he's in control of the whole thing, yet Renji's urging him forward and kind of putting the idea in his head in a REALLY convincing way that he wants more... *drools*

Oh, I loved too all the stuff where they talked to each other like they were actually there. I think my favorite examples are You're tight around me *blushes madly* and You can come in my mouth... that second one, and as they confessed at the end, they were both having these fantasies about each other that they weren't quite sharing and I loved that.

What didn't I love about this though? Personally I think you want to write another one... oh yes, you do... then another one... hmm, how 'bout it, Spiky? :D Do you want it?...

Other random thoughts... I love how Ichigo figured out Renji knew he was there the whole time in the original well-secluded. That just made it that much hotter for me, that he was purposely putting on a show (and fuck did he ever).

OH! and on my 2nd/3rd reading (I figure it's a little of both at this point) I LOVE LOVE LOVE that Renji just basically called him and was like, "So... whatcha doin'?" and doesn't even bother explaining himself at any point XD To me, YOU JUST MADE HIM SO ADORABLE...

Guess this got a little long anyway but hopefully it's not so bad XD

<33333333333

on 2010-03-27 11:35 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
HOLY FUCK. I LOVE YOU FOR THE REST OF EVER EVEN MORE. And not just 'cause of the long delicious comment, but because we're on the same fucking wavelength. You liked the things I did and you made me grin and blush and nngh I'd love to call you now *__*

Personally I think you want to write another one
Asdkfh there's a plan! I like this universe too much not to mess with it, plus I've always wanted to try out this theme (we have sight and hearing, and I'm gonna go for all five senses *excited*). [Not to mention your tone when you said it made me... excited :P]

Renji just basically called him and was like, "So... whatcha doin'?"
... Holy shit. I have no clue why he even called him. What. *scurries off*

Nnngh you <3333333333333

on 2010-03-27 01:58 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] figaro-figaro.livejournal.com
I just wanna butt in here and say that all the lines pb pointed out were pretty much my favourites too. 8D

on 2010-03-27 11:54 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] owlya.livejournal.com
Holy GUH!

That was so hot it brought me to sensory overload.

Ichigo being caught, and Renji instantly figuring it out.
The dirty talk. Oh, the dirty talk. Renji just knows all the right buttons to push.
And I'm such a sucker for Ichigo starting out all embarrassed and then going fuck it all.

I love that you let the story drift into that awkward moment afterward. It really made it for me. XD

on 2010-03-27 02:44 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
Yay! Thank you so much ^^

on 2010-03-27 01:33 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] lightechos.livejournal.com
I have been sitting here staring at the comment box for like 5 minutes and my brain still hasn't come back so all I'm gonna say is your awesome! Oh and I went back and reread (okay okay read again for the millionth time, I really like it) the first one and it's even HOTTER cause now I know that Renji knew he was there the whole time watching. Anyways your work is amazing as always so thanks cause I love to read it!

on 2010-03-27 02:48 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
my brain still hasn't come back
Ffff, yet your comment is so awesome *starry eyed*
Thank you very much :D

on 2010-03-27 04:31 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] dragon5174.livejournal.com
Now that I can think again, OMFG THAT WAS HOT!!!!!!! Your going to kill me one of these days, either from a nosebleed or from falling out of my chair. As always your work is amazing, thank you for sharing.

on 2010-03-28 02:08 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
Wouldn't dream of killing you, sweets~
Thank you so much for the comment! :D

on 2010-03-27 09:32 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] madrona-8.livejournal.com
So confused as to what to say. I've read it twice today and I'm still torn between how hot it was and how much I want these two together for real. I feel kinda bad for Ichigo. On the other hand, it's obvious that Renji is being careful and thoughtful...even if he could have his way with Ichigo in a second.
Phone sex with long term best friend is a difficult thing to deal with....memory trigger

on 2010-03-28 02:28 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
Sorry if I'd dredged up any bad memories D: I guarantee they get their happy, sexy ending, though ^^
Thanks for commenting!

on 2010-03-28 04:39 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] madrona-8.livejournal.com
Not that is was a bad memory, just one I wasn't expecting to think about. ..okay, I'll stop now.

on 2010-03-28 08:16 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] blood-crow.livejournal.com
......

GUHHHHHHHHHHH.

I totally just came. In buckets.

Hottest RenIchi phone sex ever. Good fucking god. Good fucking PORN GOD!!!!!!!

I'm seriously incoherent here so I can't even begin with a decent review. All I know is that I was so fucking hot and bothered throughout this whole thing. Again, GUH.

Dude if they're that intense just from talking to each other, then what the fuck will happen when they actually start touching and fucking?!

CAN NOT EVEN COMPREHEND. CAN'T EVEN.

Spiky, seriously, please. I'll beg like a dirty whore, I need to see more.

on 2010-03-28 05:31 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
Yesss bucket <333
Ffff, thank you so much for the lovely comment. *really fucking happy*

More will come! again and again

on 2010-03-28 05:17 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] captain-doxa.livejournal.com
DFHBPK;čfHBK

GOD.

I'm usually not that much into phonesex, but this was *__* Ren, I have no idea what to say. YOU FUCKING DID IT AGAIN. No wonder you're still my #1, babe <3

Where to start from? Fuck, I imagined Ichigo listening to my sexy!playlist while jerking off. I can picture him mouthing to 'Thinking of You' between moans while thinking of Renji and his hair/tattoos/cock. Fuck, I'm listening to that song right now.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK (but isn't that the point?). I love how IC this is :3 Ichigo's always been more than fit to be a power-uke, the one who's begging, pleading, bleeding for a suggestion. Renji's... versatile? Damn, he went all Brian fucking Kinney on Ichigo; 'I want your body to remember it.'

Thank God (Mr. Longcock) for the boys avoiding all that girly shit. Yeah, this was something new, yeah, they were confused,yeah, they were afraid that this would fuck up their friendship... But post-coital glory isn't the right moment to get girly and contemplate about something that should be resolved later. They know what they want and it's blatantly obvious that they'll go along with their wishes. I really do hope that this will become a series because pwp!kinkfics are the best thing even when you do them~ Not to mention, you got me wondering what will their sex be like, once Renji finally puts his mouth to work... in a very literal way.

Ukeface belongs to you

on 2010-03-28 10:32 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
I'll always be your #1 >:{

Sheesh, you're awesome all over, with your references and your epic comments and your username. Uh.
So thank you, babe :3 ♥♥♥♥

on 2010-03-28 07:44 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] writerx75.livejournal.com
Yum! I had no idea March was phone sex fic month, and now I'm sorry I didn't participate. XD OK, joking aside, this was so awesome and delicious and...

Hell, I loved Renji calling when Ichigo was jerking off (of course he knew, Ichi!), and that Ichigo had a hands-free device. Yes, technology is here to make our lives better! XD And, oh, that's right...this is Captain!Renji. :D Somehow, that makes this whole thing even better...I mean, he definitely knows how to give orders, right?

Fuck, I just love the idea of Ichigo writhing in his bed with Renji's voice in his ear making him even hotter. And when Renji tells Ichigo to keep going...and the noises that Ichigo can't help making...complete win. :D

Yes, Renji, you do it too! So delicious how it gets Ichigo even more turned on when Renji mentions the uh, incident from before, and how Ichigo can't stop asking Renji to fuck him, er, I mean cursing at Renji. XD Oh, I love how he talks Ichigo into the whole game, and how little resistance Ichigo puts up (because we all know he can't resist Renji's dirty talking - who could?).

Ichigo is so good at taking directions in this fic. XD I guess who wouldn't be, though, with that yummy voice purring and growling in your ear... *spaces out for a moment* Fuck, so yummy how Renji makes Ichigo go slow...the way you wrote this piece, I can just see it all like I'm right there watching. Mmmmmm...so delicious how Ichigo gets into it and touches himself, imagining Renji doing it. I just love how hot these two are together, and how deliciously you write them. And they're so cute at the end...I love how they're talking about it and not talking about it at the same time, and how clear it is from what they say and do that what's between them is way more than just fooling around. :D

So thanks for another deliciously written, hot, completely mindblowing fic!

on 2010-03-28 10:44 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
I had no idea March was phone sex fic month, and now I'm sorry I didn't participate.
LOL, great, now you got me thinking of a RenIchi kinkfic prompt challenge :P

I mean, he definitely knows how to give orders, right?
Are you starting to dig my Abarai-taichou kink, girly? *____*

The rest was just a squeefest. I can't tell you how happy I am that you liked it :D Since you know I worship your dirty talk and YOUR phone sex fic played a big part while I was writing and gosh. (I'm still all over you since reading your fic this morning, sorry I'm all gushy.)

So thanks ^__^ ♥♥

on 2010-03-29 11:43 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] beautifvl-flaw.livejournal.com
Oh, my gods. This is so sexy. The description, the talking, oh, the talking... It's just too hot. I think my brain may have melted a bit.

Save.

"You're jerking off, aren't you?"

Shit.
♥♥♥ This is one of the most awesome bits in fanfiction ever. I giggled so hard.

And the ending is just great! I love the lack of mush (even though I rather love mush too) and it just seems so perfectly IC. I love you. I think I have told you I love you before, but still. You are too awesome.

Oh gods, pleeeease let this become a series. Please. I love this so much. Their interactions are just brilliant. I want to know what happens after this! I will do anything. Really, anything.

on 2010-03-29 12:59 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
Nnngh thank you so much :D
Now now, there's no need for propositions :P There will be more in the future!

on 2010-04-02 06:53 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] my-imaginating.livejournal.com
ooh bossy bossy, renji dear. i like it. heheh. i love how stubborn and yielding ichi is. it's so ... i dunno if cute is the right word, but it's up that alley. renji's probably feeling a little like he got abandoned back in the first fic, so he doesn't wanna say anything to commit himself. yikes. sounds all deliciously drama-ful. :)

would it be wrong for me to say, i'd LIKE this to be a series? it'd be freaking hot. loll. but it's up to you of course, just casting my vote. ^___^

anyway, wonderfully hot. :D ty.

on 2010-04-02 01:16 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] spikykun.livejournal.com
Thank you very much, your comment really made me grin ^^
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