Nothing's Changed [Byakuya × Renji]

16 - Panicked Confession

[Slight smut Warning]

The week before mid terms was upon Renji. He was stressed, studying almost twenty-four-seven, not being able to see Rukia and Ichigo after school felt very isolating to him. As if those tests weren't bad enough his erotic dreams about his best friend's older brother kept visiting him while he slept.

Renji sat in front of his tv, in a very comfortable blue bean bag chair; playing one of the many Legend of Zelda games, Skyward Sword to be exact. He yelled at the tv whenever he died for what felt like the millionth time. Blaming his loss to Ghirahim on the janky motion controls. He was a grumbling mess until he felt larger hands on his back, gently digging those fingers in with a kneading motion. "Calm down Honey, it's just a game," a familiar voice whispered in his hear before kissing his jawbone, causing him to lean his head to the side so the person behind him had more room. "But c'mon, these controls suck! Whenever I wanna slash vertically it makes it go diagonal, when I wanna go diagonal it goes horizontal!"

The man who was kissing and massaging the back of his neck chuckled a little bit; taking a break from marking his territory to tease the red head, "you're using lots of big words there Renji." The infuriated teen only rolled his eyes at the teasing and looked at the man he had been talking to, Byakuya; of course it was. "Oh shut it will ya?" He sighed and leaned his head back, setting his Wii mote and knumbchuck down, deciding it was time to take a break. "Is it finally attention time?" The raven teased once more; trailing one hand along the front of Renji's body, stopping just short of his waist band. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you act like I don't live with you sometimes." The teen teased back and once more looked at his lover, matching his soft smile.

"Well sometimes, you're so busy with your games and I feel very neglected," his hushed tone sent a small shiver down the younger male's spine. "and what're you gonna do bout it, huh?" Renji matched his lover's volume as their faces inched closer together, soon meeting in a chaste kiss. Whilst their mouths were occupied Byakuya slipped his hand into the red head's pajama pants, palming him gently through his boxers; causing him to exhale deeply into their kiss.

He pulled back from said affection and looked down towards the bigger hand in his pants, gently grinding against it as he bit his lip and closed his eyes. "Obviously I'm going to teach you a lesson, I'm a teacher after all~" he cooed in the taller male's ear before nipping at it gently, his other hand gripping and pulling on soft red locks that haven't left their braid he slept in; forcing a soft moan out of the submissive's throat.

Before the good part could begin Renji woke up at his desk, he looked to his papers and saw that some of them looked like they had dipped their edges in drool. He sighed a little bit, trying to calm himself and the erection that had been forming whilst he slept. No doubt about it, he knew why he had the dreams he did; and he often enjoyed them. He just didn't understand why they had started after sleeping with the male in them. He leaned back and let out a yawn as he scratched the back of his head, looking at the digital clock on his work surface he saw how late it was, 11:02, shit. He grumbled a little bit and looked to his damaged, but still usable paper and decided to let them be.

Renji really wasn't looking forward to school, Byakuya would be subbing for his world history teacher, who happened to be his homeroom teacher too. Fuck me man, this is the worst. He groaned and stood up from his creaky desk chair then trudged over to his bed, plopping down face first. his mind then decided it was a great time to think about the dream he didn't get to finish, Byakuya was about to jerk him off—and was probably about to do more to him.

After trying to divert his attention to other things and his brain thrusting the thought of his fantasies in their place he realized that unless he took care of it, it wouldn't go away. He huffed in annoyance before rolling onto his side, still trying to think of another way to make this feeling go away, so he picked up his phone and pulled up the root of the problems number.