Sprawling naked at the bed, Renji averted his gaze from the ceiling when he realized he was looking at it far too long, as if he was creating a diversion how to get rid of that stupid stain in the middle. The soft light from the morning sun peaking through the blinds was the next option his eyes landed upon, thinking how romantic it was to wake up in a room after that intimacy last night.
In between smiles and sighs, he watched the dancing daylight for a while before his left hand voluntarily rose by itself to hold his throbbing temple, and frowned instead as he saw the time on his wristwatch. Ichigo's hunting him right about... now.
He sat up, winced, and damn he felt like his skull cracking. The tequila last night kicked all the way up to his brain there's no way he could lift himself from the bed without making a sound. Hangover is a fucker. Which is why sleep was better. He rather stay here than listen to Carrot-head shouting around the corridor.
But he had enough resting, laziness combined with pleasurable memoirs kept him awake, and shortly after five minutes, he opened his eyes again and smiled once more. Last night was blast, he thought... well, hardly. If not for his intake of too much liquor he might as well be damned not to call his previous engagement a momentum of unfortunate events. Wow. Good thing his companion was compassionate enough not to slam the door to his face, leaving him flustered outside. Surprisingly, he was rewarded by an embrace instead of a push, followed by a passionate kiss that turned into wild till Renji felt his groin literally begs for more. And before either one of them could destroy the only remnants of the room, Renji proudly exposed his flaws over and over up to the pinnacle of his limits, proving there's no man in his grateful nature should be offended by the use of hands and mouth - and among other things - while exploring each and every contour of their bodies. Both of them knew the chances, the consequence, because when the sun rises, it had to end. The aftermath of sex will be the only thing they could rely on, and for claiming it again would take both of them more than deceiving.
The clock strikes nine. Renji switch into destructive mode.
Great. Had a wild sexapade last night, and yet he's so damn pissed about it.
He slowly pushed himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, feet touching the floor while restraining his own brain not to tell himself "Time's up". He glanced at the calendar hanging behind the door, though he was aware it was Monday today. He hate Mondays, the matter of fact. The day for another so-called masquerade of his. If Monday was a form of beginning for other people, a refreshing start from their fucked up weekend, for Renji, as a man living with bullshits and parody, was a deadline. He breathes the air with the same people who blindly see his true nature.
However, and though his head spins like a roulette wheel, plus the coming prediction of the day adds up to his irritated state, his brain cell began to cope on something. The sudden fraction of consequence made his lips grin into wide. No matter what cost this mess might done to him, he doesn't care about it anymore. All he cared for now was the sleeping form beside him, the owner of the beautiful body that poisoned his inner core last night.
Strange. It's not love he's enduring, but why he's so extremely excited about it, despite the fact that the liaison itself was forbidden to begin with.
What was the name of the person sleeping soundlessly on the other side of the bed, Renji has no plans of exposing it. To think of it, the name wasn't the problem at all. In fact the big dilemma Renji has to deal with would be the description.
He shook his head and chuckled softly, noting the peculiarity of his situation. Six weeks ago he'd finally decided to throw his falsehood and started seeing someone seriously. It's not that he doesn't want to tell Ichigo, Yumi, and Ikkaku what was going on inside his formidable mind, but the fact his crucial disposition and his new found liberty might create confusion among his friends, and now he wondered how can he explain this to them once his skeleton broke loose from the closet, that the change of his preference was too sudden, that his sleepwalking-thing he used to reason a week ago is not an illness he must favour to cure after Ichigo saw him sleeping on the other room, possessing a man's bed, wearing nothing but a small towel wrapped around his waist... and that picking up girls every week was just a hoax, a form of deceit just to hide his new agenda.
For a guy who hides his true identity, a person who can't find happiness - though he's killing himself trying, is running out of excuses. Heck, even his previous excuses were all lame and he can't understand why they all fall for that.
But then again...
"Yup. They're going to crucify me."
He carefully slipped out from the snaking arms of his lover who caught him a while ago. If his calculations were correct, Ichigo is probably asking the girl some stupid question right now.
"Hey," he whispered, urging his partner to wake up by kissing the smooth shoulder. "I have to go."
A soft chuckle answered him back, eyes still closed.
"Ichigo's going to kill me."
"What idiocy you have in mind right now?" said in a husky voice while face burying on the crook of Renji's neck.
Renji smiled and kissed the shoulder second time. "Sleepwalking?"
"Again?"
"They'll believe me. Besides..." he chuckled. "I'm not that cured yet."
"Riiiight."
The other stood up after giving Renji a chaste kiss to the forehead, and then walked across the room to grab something to wear.
While fighting his inner desire not to pound that ass again as he watched the other dressed, Renji said, "I have a great time last night."
A sincerest smile flew back. "Same here," and then pulled the hem of the shirt through his head. Renji did the same after finding his own rested against the headboard. They decided, too, to eat breakfast before one of them could slip out the room without someone noticing.
"Shuu?"
Joy-tinted eyes of Shuuhei Hisagi glanced up from the book he's been reading, spoon halfway across his mouth. "Hm?"
"I think..." Renji wanted to say something...something that involves the two of them. "I think..."
Then he saw a flicker of hesitation on the other side. Renji waved it off and smiled slightly. He understood. They're not ready yet.
Nevermind.
Few minutes later at the fire exit, Renji found himself hanging ridiculously like a monkey when Shuuhei's senior buddies knocked at the front door.
Wearing nothing but his sleek underpants Renji concealed, docked and crawled towards his own room, praying no one would see him like a thief escaping from the scene in daylight—or ask him if someone did, let alone one of his friends.
He finally reached his room, slid the window up and carefully squeezed his long body from the gap.
No one did notice him, and that was the first triumph of his day.
Yet.
"I never knew someone would be sane enough to polish your knob after soiling in somebody's peephole."
Oh shit. Renji turned slowly and saw Ichigo glaring back at him, sitting in the chair, fronting the window.
"What are you doing here?"
"I live here."
Renji winced. Stupid question. "I thought you had an exam..." he glanced at his watch "... which started half an hour ago... and what happened to the door?"
Ichigo ignored the last note. "I send the girl to the clinic. She's okay, if you must know." He grabbed his bag and walked towards the door.
"Hey man, I'm sorry."
"Just shut up, Renji," Ichigo snapped back and left the room.
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