Craving Strawberry Surprise

Sam used Ichigo’s computer to go online and book the hotel that Ichigo suggested. He didn’t bother cancelling the room he’d booked in Karakura, figuring the reservation had expired anyway. Ichigo ran downstairs to tell Yuzu where they were going.

“Where’s your dad?” Sam asked when Ichigo returned and started packing.

“Not here, that’s all I care about,” Ichigo replied, tossing clothes into a small bag.

“He won’t mind you going off like this?”

“Nah, Chad and I have gone a few times already. I know my way around. Besides,” Ichigo smirked at Sam, “according to you, I’m an adult.”

“Oh, I know that,” Sam drawled, quashing a pang of jealousy. He knew Chad was just Ichigo’s best friend. He still felt a pang of jealousy at the fact that he got to spend more time with Ichigo than Sam ever had. “I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

Ichigo flushed and didn’t say anything, not meeting Sam’s gaze as he zipped up his bag. “You ready?”

“Yep,” Sam replied, smiling. He hefted his messenger bag and wheeled carry-on, and followed Ichigo and his tight jeans outside. He enjoyed the view immensely.

Ichigo led them to a bus stop instead of a taxi stand, and they boarded.  Sam still felt conspicuously tall and claustrophobic. The train station was no different.

The only real benefit -- or drawback, depending on your point of view --  to being so jam-packed in the train car was that Ichigo was pressed right up against Sam, and he knew it. Although he was shorter than Sam, their legs were about the same length, which meant his ass was against Sam’s front. Ichigo shifted his pelvis subtly, brushing himself against Sam’s fly. Sam’s breath caught and he ground his teeth. Reaching around, he gripped Ichigo’s narrow hips, hands completely wrapping around them, stopping him.

“I can’t be responsible for what I do if you keep provoking me like that, you damn tease,” he murmured in Ichigo’s ear. Ichigo turned his head, sliding his cheek across Sam’s lips, then moved maybe an inch away from Sam, smirking. If Sam had let go of his hips, he might’ve been able to get further away. Possibly two inches. Sam decided he wasn’t really interested in letting him get that far. Through his grip on Ichigo's hipbones, Sam could feel Ichigo's body vibrating. Sam felt it himself, excitement running through him, a recursive electric current.

Sam wondered how much of Tokyo he would actually get to see once he and Ichigo were alone together. More importantly, how far would Ichigo let him go, once the sex stopped being hypothetical? Once it started to hurt. Because it was going to hurt, at least initially.  Sam was a gentle person by nature, especially with those he loved, but he’d had enough experience to know that the first time being fucked was always painful, no matter what kind of preparation there was or how slowly they went.

Ichigo led Sam off the train at their stop and Sam was once again awash in the noisy human tide that was Tokyo. It was early afternoon and it was hot, humid, overcast, and loud with people talking, vehicles honking, neon lights flashing, and music playing.

Sam hated crowds. Lots of bad things could happen to a person in a crowd, especially a person who was being pursued by demons. He kept his gaze focused on Ichigo’s orange hair slightly ahead of him and did his best to keep up. Ichigo moved through the crowd easily, used to its patterns, while Sam felt like he was always stepping in front of someone coming towards him.

Sam saw Ichigo glance behind him and register that he was having trouble. Ichigo slowed and leaned up against the wall of a store, smirking. Sam reached Ichigo, panting slightly from the heat, humidity, biomass. Everything. Ichigo’s mocking look didn’t help.

“If you don’t get me someplace relatively cool and quiet soon, I am going to run completely amok,” Sam growled.

“That would be kind of interesting,” Ichigo said, and pushed himself off the wall. He led Sam down a side street and the noise and crowd decreased dramatically.

“I’ve told you about it. You wouldn’t like it in person,” Sam replied. Ichigo gave Sam a one-shouldered noncommittal shrug. They reached an anonymous-looking door and Ichigo pulled it open.

“Chad and I stay here when we come to Tokyo.” Ichigo said over his shoulder as preceded Sam into the hotel. “You booked a room with just one bed, right?”

Sam exhaled as some of the tension left his body, now that he was somewhere cool and quiet. “Hell yes I did. Isn’t that what you wanted me to do?”

Ichigo snorted in acknowledgement and got them checked in. Sam handed over “his” credit card to pay. A bellhop appeared to handle the bags, and punched the number in the elevator before guiding them to their room.

Sam stopped in his tracks and Ichigo bounced off his back with an annoyed grunt.

“That’s the bed?”

It was enormous. Sam thought he could lie horizontally across it and still have room to spare, and that was saying something, since he was 6’4”. It must have been at least 7 feet square, with a lacquered latticework headboard.

“Guess so,” Ichigo said. “At least there’s enough room for the both of us.”

After the bags were deposited on the floor and the bellhop left, Sam sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Ichigo.

“Come here,” he said. Ichigo came over and stood in front of him, a nervous look crossing his face. It was quickly replaced by a scowl as he jammed his hands into his pockets.

“No, come here.” Sam reached out and hooked a finger around Ichigo’s belt, pulling him onto his lap, straddling Sam’s thighs. Sam slid his hands up Ichigo’s arms, pulling his fists out of his pants pockets.  Resting Ichigo’s forearms on his shoulders, Sam brought Ichigo’s face to his for a kiss. The tip of Sam’s tongue flicked out and across Ichigo’s lips until he gave in and opened his mouth. Sam licked inside, his tongue stroking against Ichigo’s, and curling around it. Ichigo inhaled sharply, a long moan traveling from his mouth into Sam’s. He spread his legs further, sinking down into Sam’s lap, rocking against him. Sam’s hips rose to meet Ichigo, and he slid his hands under Ichigo’s shirt, fingers fitting into the grooves in his ribcage, nails lightly scoring his skin, feeling goosebumps like Braille against his fingertips.

Sam wanted to lay back and pull Ichigo down with him, let whatever happened, happen, but they needed to talk first. He tried to end the kiss, but Ichigo was not interested in stopping, raising his hands and clamping them around Sam’s jaw, holding his head where he wanted it to be.

He’s like a juggernaut. I feel like he’s trying to climb inside me. Was I like this when I first discovered sex? Sam was starting to feel dizzy, unable to think straight in the storm of stimulation Ichigo was providing.

I probably was.

“Ichigo…Ichigo, stop…I have to talk to you. Hey!” Sam pushed Ichigo away from him by his shoulders. When Ichigo tried to knock Sam’s hands off, Sam grabbed his wrists. Ichigo scowled so fiercely at Sam that it looked like his forehead was cramping.

“What the hell,” he growled, “do we need to talk about?”

“What we’re going to do, for starters.”

Ichigo looked confused and angry.

“Do? What we’re going to do? What do you even mean? You know what we’re going to do. What else do we need to talk about?”

“We need to discuss how. And what supplies we need to do it.”

“Supplies?” Ichigo pulled his wrists from Sam’s grasp and slid off his lap to sit next to him.

“I brought condoms, but I’m going to need lube. A lot of lube. It will keep me from hurting you as much. And I don’t know where to get any.”

“You want me to buy lube?” Ichigo blushed crimson.

“No, I’ll buy it. You can just take me to a drugstore or wherever and point me to it.”

“Is this absolutely necessary?”

“I can’t get in there,” Sam looked down meaningfully at Ichigo’s pelvic area, “without any of it. And I really, really want to get in there.”

Ichigo stared down at his shoes, flushed cheeks fading to pink, and stood up.

“Okay then, let’s go.”