Yet another drabble, I know, I know. I guess I can attempt a story, but I think I'm better at drabbles, let me know what you think. Well I hope you all enjoy!
Ichigo walked up to the front door and pulled out his house key. He put the key in the lock and opened the door. He yanked his book bag higher onto his back as he stepped in. He threw his keys on the table and set his book bag on the floor. As he turned around, he looked up and gasped, having his dad's face right in front of his. He let out a sigh and avoided contact with his dad's eyes.
"So how was your day Ich?" he asked innocently.
"Fine I guess." he mumbled in reply. He shuffled around his dad to go upstairs when his dad grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. He stopped him and pulled his neck closer, examining it.
"What's this mark on your neck Ichigo?" he asked with a hint of excitement in his voice, knowing his son struggled with the opposite sex.
"Uh, it's nothing, just a bruise." he panicked.
"And how on earth did you get a bruise on your neck?"
"Um, well…" he stuttered.
"This isn't a bruise, this is a hickey! Isn't it?!" he interrupted. Ichigo's eyes filled with terror when his dad realized what it was. He had never had a real girlfriend and his dad knew it. His dad always assumed that he had trouble with girls. How on earth was he going to explain this one? He obviously couldn't say who it really was.
"So, who is it? That cute red-head of yours?" he asked, winking at his strawberry red faced son. OMG! Did his dad know he was in love with Renji?! He went off into a mental tirade when his dad's obnoxious voice broke his thought process.
"You know, that cute little Orhime."
"Uh, yeah," he panicked "but it was at a party, so it didn't mean anything. We're not together or anything." he said as quickly as he could. He broke his dad's grip and ran to the stairs.
"Nice score son! Thatta boy!" he called as his son ran to his room. He heard the door slam and walked into the other room.
Ichigo threw himself onto the bed. That was way too close, he almost got caught. He sat down to his desk and pulled out a piece of paper. He began to work on an essay due next week when he heard the door open. Renji walked in casually and sat down on his bed.
"Hey there my smexy little fruit!" he said bubbly as he waved.
"Hi Renji." he muttered unenthusiastically. Renji cocked his head to the side and stared at him. He watched Ichigo hold the pen in his nimble fingers. Ah those fingers, how sinfully good they felt against his skin. Ichigo suddenly stopped writing and stared out the window. He tapped his pen gently against his head as he thought. He looked away from the window and stared at his paper, the pen in his mouth. Renji's mind filled with more dirty fantasies as he watched Ichigo think. Oh how he wished that pen was his……..
"Renji!" Ichigo repeated with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Renji quickly pulled himself out of his dirty little mind and came back to the real world.
"Yes?" he asked.
"We need to be more careful."
"What?"
"My dad saw the hickey on my neck and almost found out that it was from you. We can't get caught Renji, I'll lose you if we do." he said with pain in his voice.
"Well then I guess we'll just have to be together in secret, but a lot more often." Renji replied with playfulness in his voice. Ichigo watched him stand up slowly and walk over to him. He pulled Ichigo up and kissed him softly. He pulled away and led him by the hand to the closet. He locked the bedroom door and opened the closet door, Ichigo following behind him.