Story Arc: Having Fun

Title: Of Food and Kitchen Counters

Author: Rangiku.Charlize

Genre: PWP

Rating: M

Pairing: RenjixIchigo

Spoilers: None

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Summary: The second installment…and it involves…chocolate and whipped cream?

Warnings: Yaoi, Smut, Horny boys…language, very slight kink if you consider food

Disclaimer: The usual. I do not own, though I wish I did.

A/N: Well, I got a good amount of reviews so…as I promised, here is the next chapter…DUH DUH DUH DUN! Have fun!

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Renji watched Ichigo through narrowed brown eyes and fidgeted what had to be the hundredth time that day. Ichigo was cleaning the kitchen after dinner and Renji's thoughts kept drifting to two nights prior, when Ichigo took advantage, utterly and entirely, of him. In fact, it made him hard just thinking about it. So hard that it was becoming annoying having to hide an erection every time a fleeting thought passed in public.

No matter where he was or what he was doing, the thought of looking up at Ichigo in the throes of passion made all his blood rush to his groin. More than once, someone had caught him in a compromising position and when Ichigo had found out, the teasing and jokes never ended.

Finding a way to get back at his lover was hard. Oh fuck, note to self: think without mentioning the word 'hard'. Renji couldn't concentrate long enough to find a way to make Ichigo pay for what he had done. He would think of Ichigo, then of all the things he could do to him, and then his nose would bleed, and he wouldn't be able to tell up from down.

It was frustrating him to no end and the fact that Ichigo had teasingly avoided him since then was not helping the fact. Renji was growing a permanent erection and knew that if this kept on he would either be jacking off every two minutes in the bathroom or letting his balls turn blue. Neither was a very promising course of action. So of course, the easiest way to solve his predicament was to have sex with Ichigo, who always left him, no matter what, completely satiated for a few hours following the intercourse. Only a 'few hours' because in reality, Renji was always ready to go.

Which brought him back to the beginning…finding what he could do to Ichigo that would have him in the same condition as he was now. Renji wanted to leave him wanting more.

Ichigo chose that moment to lean up and pull out a bowl from one of the top most shelves. His shirt rode up and Renji bit his lips as he eyed the strip of exposed flesh. Ichigo settled back onto the ground, letting the bowl clatter atop the counter. He made his way to the fridge and Renji watched his ass the whole way there. Ichigo opened the freezer side and pulled out a tub of chocolate ice cream. Renji eyed it.

Ichigo set the tub on the counter and returned to the fridge, where he pulled out chocolate syrup and whipped cream. As he turned to the counter again, he caught Renji staring at him and raised an eyebrow, "You want some?" He offered, tipping the tub of open ice cream at him.

Renji thought for a moment, "No thanks," Ichigo shrugged and turned back to the counter, scooping out a generous amount of ice cream and dropping it into his bowl. He snapped it shut and took the time to shake the can of whipped cream vigorously. Renji knew he'd probably have to make a trip to the bathroom soon if this kept up.

Ichigo unleashed the whipped cream over the ice cream and stopped short when he got some on his finger. He brought his hand up and licked it once before sucking the whole digit into his mouth. God damn if he was doing it on purpose because Renji's groin had become painfully tight. The strawberry blond let the can roll onto the counter and picked up the chocolate syrup, squeezing the bottle over top his ice cream, smearing it with the sweet syrup.

Just as Ichigo took the first bite, Renji suddenly knew how to get back at Ichigo. He perked up and got up off the couch, "You know what? I change my mind," Renji grinned at the strawberry blond who looked at him with a mouth full of ice cream. Ichigo raised his eyebrows and gave him a confused glance as he swallowed his ice cream and licked his lips. Renji's eyes darted to the movement for a moment.

"Oh really?" He said slowly, leaning on the counter, bowl still in hand as he raised another spoonful to his mouth.

Renji watched Ichigo's lips redden at the cold of the ice cream and smirked, moving towards Ichigo when he got whipped cream on the side of his mouth. When he reached Ichigo, he leaned down and licked the cream from his lips. Ichigo's lips parted easily for his tongue and Renji took the invitation.

Pushing himself slowly against Ichigo, Renji deepened the kiss, thrown off by the sudden coolness of it. The taste of sweet chocolate was smooth over his tongue and he raised a hand to the back of Ichigo's neck, titling his head for deeper access. Renji distracted Ichigo effortlessly with strokes up and down his side and a mind blowing kiss.

As he pulled away slowly, not in a rush to get anywhere, he lingered on Ichigo's lips for a moment before pulling away completely. Ichigo's eyes had fallen closed at some point and he shivered at the sudden loss of warmth, letting out a cool breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. He opened them slowly and saw Renji with his back to him, a few feet away. It was then that he noticed the absence of a cold weight tingling in his fingers.

Renji had slipped his ice cream from him.

Ichigo growled, "Renji, get your own fucking ice cream."

Renji half turned towards him, the spoon still in his mouth, he tugged it out and grinned, "Nah, would be a waste really, I don't like ice cream that much."

Ichigo advanced on him and Renji smirked, leaning back against the kitchen counter. When he was close enough, Ichigo reached out for his bowl. Renji deftly caught his wrist and tugged him bodily towards him. Ichigo's eyes widened as a surprised sound escaped his lips. The next second, he was growling under his breath and glaring at him murderously.

"Give me my ice cream!" He said lowly, struggling against Renji's grip, his other hand pushing against his broader chest. The red head smiled and spun them around, pinning Ichigo's hips against the counter, knowing that Ichigo could probably feel his erection. Ichigo was still fuming but he couldn't stop his reaction to Renji's body against him and his cock stirred to life.

Renji let the bowl of chocolate ice cream clatter to the counter and smirked, closing in on Ichigo, whose breath sped up as Renji approached him. "I like strawberry ice cream much better, you know?" He leaned closer and licked at the shell of Ichigo's ear, nipping it and then continuing down the tendons of his neck. He stopped to suck at a particular spot near the base of his neck where he knew Ichigo was sensitive.

Ichigo's anger flared before completely escaping him as Renji licked him. It had been two days, and it was hell for him too. Ichigo lost all of his inhibitions on the spot and let his hands rise to start running over his lover's body.

Renji smirked at Ichigo's responsiveness and rose up again to connect their lips. One of Ichigo's hands came up to grasp the back of his neck and pull him closer. The fingers pulled at his hair and Renji growled into the now warm mouth that threatened to swallow him whole. He dropped a hand to Ichigo's thigh and swept it up to the sensitive inside. Ichigo's breath hitched and his legs spread an inch unconsciously.

Renji's other hand fell to Ichigo's hip and in one motion, he had hauled the strawberry blond onto the counter top. He pushed his hips between Ichigo's and smirked as he tried to move closer to him, clutching at his hair and neck, tugging closer. Renji was all too happy to comply and in a smooth movement, he bodily pushed Ichigo back onto the counter. His hand brushed at Ichigo's groin and the strawberry blond moaned roughly.

He pushed him farther onto the counter so that Ichigo could raise a leg and rest it on Renji's shoulder as the red head pushed closer. Ichigo's hands rose up and began trying to undress him. Renji grinned at his lover's eagerness to continue. He took off Ichigo's shirt before pulling his own off. It was then that he caught site of the ice cream again.

Ichigo wanted more. His system was jumbled up with all the pleasurable thoughts swirling in his brain. He couldn't tell what was what and groaned as Renji's hand swept down his chest. For a teenager at his age, no sex for two days without allowing himself release and walking around with his lover at the same time, was really taking its toll on him. Every touch seemed to spark on his skin and sent tickles of pleasure down his spine. His eyes closed of their own accord and he found his hand reaching out to pull him closer and mumbling incoherently, "More..."

Renji tugged off Ichigo's pants along with his boxers and grinned at the state his lover was in. It sent a strange sensation of pleasure through his body to know that he could have this effect on one of the most powerful shinigami to have ever graced his presence. To be able to tame this inconceivable power sent him on a power trip. He would never say that aloud though.

Ichigo felt Renji's hands touch his body and when his tongue enveloped one of his nipples, Ichigo's back arched involuntarily. Suddenly, a cold sensation rippled through him from his groin and, soon after, the opposite side of his chest. It jerked him roughly back to a semi coherent state and he growled, "What the fuck…Renji?" He propped himself on his elbows and immediately groaned.

Renji was bent over him and Ichigo found that the cold sensation was actually a dollop of ice cream right at his left nipple and pelvis, the whipped cream and chocolate syrup trailing down his cock. He glanced back up at Renji and watched him lean in with a grin plastered cheekily on his face. "Can I eat you?"

Ichigo dropped his head back, feeling a prickle of exasperation at his spine. He decided to answer him anyway, "Please do," He gave him a hard stare.

Renji's grin only widened, "Yessir," He immediately leant down and licked around Ichigo's nipple. The contrast of the warm tongue and the iciness numbing his senses sent jolts of sensation through him. Renji's hands occupied themselves otherwise and Ichigo was soon thrown back into the oblivion that Renji had brought to him in the first place.

By the time Renji was licking his way down Ichigo's chest, the strawberry blond was shuddering with need, taking in deep gulps of air to try and compensate for the lack of it in his brain. His breath hitched and a groan melted through to Renji as his tongue dragged up the side of his length. By then, most of the ice cream in the area had melted, leaving a sticky pool at his abdominals and rivulets of melted ice cream running down his hips and between his legs.

Renji licked and sucked until every last trace had disappeared. Ichigo couldn't see straight anymore. He panted heavily and had more than once asked Renji to take him by then. When Renji retreated, Ichigo was too far gone to even protest.

The red head stared down at Ichigo with ice cream smeared lips. Seeing his lover undone like he was made his own arousal pulse with need. With a quirk at his lips, he waited for Ichigo's eyes to focus slightly. It was only then that Ichigo was able to form words. "Fuck, Renji," He sucked in a deep breath, "Stop teasing me, please!"

Renji was silent for a moment then said, "With pleasure." He dipped his fingers in the now melted ice cream and lowered them to Ichigo's puckered entrance. With a quick shove, two fingers were already to the hilt and Ichigo only let out a long drawn out moan. Renji continued, beginning to feel light headed, his body itching for release.

His third finger slid in easily next to his other two and he watched Ichigo squirm slightly under him. He leaned over and licked at his lips before sealing them with his own. Their tongues fought, fiercely as they did when training, but when Renji's fingers curled just right, Ichigo broke off with a cry. "Now, Renji!"

Renji laughed and withdrew his fingers before crawling onto the counter with his lover, positioning himself and sliding in. Both groaned at the penetration and Ichigo's fingers clutched at Renji's back, unconsciously tracing his tattoos. When Renji began to move, Ichigo couldn't take it anymore. All the teasing and foreplay had his body humming. It screamed to go faster, harder, anything so he could reach orgasm. His own hand released Renji to move to his own cock only to be smacked away and held down on the counter, interlaced with Renji's fingers.

The red head grinned and slowed down, prodding precisely at the spot where he knew Ichigo's prostate was located. After a few thrusts, Ichigo cried out roughly, "Please, Renji! Fuck me harder!"

With a deep breath, Renji replied, "Do you have any idea how hot you are when you beg?" His pace sped up gradually. Ichigo was lost to the blackness he saw and didn't answer his lover. His free hand dragged up Renji's side and clutched at his neck.

Renji's hips moved faster and harder, his supporting elbow buckling so that he could lean down and kiss Ichigo roughly. It was hard and passionate, as their personalities projected. The only sweet thing about their kiss was the lingering taste of ice cream and the reassurance of love.

When Renji's hand finally lowered to Ichigo's cock, the strawberry blond came in an instant with a drawn out moan over his own stomach as well as Renji's . His channel tightened around Renji's cock, creating a velvet vice around him. It caused him to break their kiss and groan loudly, releasing into Ichigo hard, collapsing soon after.

Renji took in a deep breath when he was finally aware of surroundings. Ichigo's chest was still heaving underneath him and he pulled himself out before hauling himself to his knees above Ichigo. His lover's eyes were diluted and half lidded. His body was limp and the only sign that he was still aware was the shuddering and tensing of his muscles.

Renji bit his lip, "Maybe I took it too far?"

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Sorry it took a while for me to post. I actually had it done for a few days but my comp messed up and my wireless is finito. I have to get it fixed, HELLO TECH SQUAD!

So what did you think? Reviews are much appreciated…? Oh the joys of testosterone driven boys…