Summer Sweetness: 12 Tortures, prompt 11: Deprivation
Warning: There is talk of wanking! A lot of talk of wanking. Also, this comes between Scars 1 and Scars 2, though you really don't need to know anything from that first story.
The title is all Ray. When I was shuffling around bits to come up with something, she was all, "SEX COMPASS!" and I was like, "I...I can use that...I think."
Ichigo was frustrated and fed-up, and it was all Rukia's fault. Not only did she have the gall to--to--to LICK HIM and then act like it was NOTHING, she then up and DISAPPEARED.
But that wasn't the worst part. No, the worst bit was that when he engaged in--uh--"personal exercise," she always showed up. ALWAYS.
He'd tried to just use his imagination. That'd worked all on its own for years! Now, with college fodder for it, it'd become a finely honed tool. But ever since Rukia had stuck her tongue to his chest (and other parts of him), his imagination had gotten stubborn. It didn't matter if he started out with Junko or Chiaki or Akiko, or even that foreign exchange girl, what she inevitably became--and damnably quickly--was Rukia.
When he'd lived at home, he had been terrified of keeping any sort of porn in his room. If his Dad didn't somehow sniff it out, Yuzu would have stumbled across it, and that would've meant double the punishment, since he would have been exposing his "precious, pure sisters" to that kind of filth. But he was in college and on his own now, and he'd finally worked up the nerve to start his own collection. He didn't really use it--he didn't really need to, since most of the thrill was just having it. But with this INVASION, he turned to the stash for help.
It'd worked, at first.
Then his brain--his stupid, damnfool, dumbass, moronic, just friggin' WRONG brain--had caught up, and all of the pictures had suddenly had something to do with Rukia. A pair of busty blonds curled up and licking each other was enough for a twitch, but if he tried to take the scenario any farther than the pictures? A brunette would show up, interpose herself between said blonds, and his cock would be off and running. Try to stay with just the blonds, though, and it wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough.
Which was absolutely fuckin' ludicrous. He was in his prime sexual years! A breeze in the right direction should make him stiff! But his brain staunchly refused to let things happen without a brunette in the picture. Especially if she was small and pale and had eyes like GAH GAH GAH no he did not want THAT but his brain would only respond TO THAT.
It was too bad he knew what lobotomies actually did, 'cause one was lookin' pretty good right now.
It was time for the final straw.
It was time for the Internet.
Normal people probably rented videos; then again, normal people problem didn't have this much of an issue in trying to jerk-off. Nevertheless, he could just imagine trying to pick one out. And then you had to PAY for it. Give money to an ACTUAL person. Who could SEE what he was RENTING. And with his luck, would know his Dad.
No, no, and HELL no. He'd take his chances online.
At first, he was a little overwhelmed by the selection. Who'd have known there'd be so much out there? Covering so much different...stuff? Damn. He hadn't believed Keigo when he'd said it was a gold mine. He was half tempted to send him some sort of consolation gift. Like a fruitcake, or something. Eh, he'd figure it out later.
He selected something that looked to be as far from Rukia as possible. The girl in the sample pictures had bleached hair, wide, trembling eyes, and a rack that, while not as prodigious as some he'd seen, was not small, either. It was cheap and not that long, which--he figured--meant action right away.
He should've paid a bit more attention to the types of sex it contained.
'Cause what should happen in the opening bit but that sweet, trembling eyed, innocent bleached haired missy got down and dirty with her short, dark haired best friend.
Who, uh, handled the appliances.
Who kept telling her to pay attention.
Who said she tasted sweet. Like fruit. Like...strawberries.
Ichigo groaned.
A few minutes later, he groaned again.
Stupid Rukia, he thought as he caught his breath. Stupid, stupid, damn Rukia! How could she be everywhere?
He'd have to try again, he thought as he fumbled for his tissues. The Internet was huge. Surely, surely, there was at least ONE video out there that Rukia couldn't work her way into.
He'd just have to find it.
But...later.
Yeah. Later.
(757)
*chuckles* Poor Ichigo, deprived of his own fantasies. What will happen next? Will the author ever get back to writing it? STAY TUNED.
The title is all Ray. When I was shuffling around bits to come up with something, she was all, "SEX COMPASS!" and I was like, "I...I can use that...I think."
Ichigo was frustrated and fed-up, and it was all Rukia's fault. Not only did she have the gall to--to--to LICK HIM and then act like it was NOTHING, she then up and DISAPPEARED.
But that wasn't the worst part. No, the worst bit was that when he engaged in--uh--"personal exercise," she always showed up. ALWAYS.
He'd tried to just use his imagination. That'd worked all on its own for years! Now, with college fodder for it, it'd become a finely honed tool. But ever since Rukia had stuck her tongue to his chest (and other parts of him), his imagination had gotten stubborn. It didn't matter if he started out with Junko or Chiaki or Akiko, or even that foreign exchange girl, what she inevitably became--and damnably quickly--was Rukia.
When he'd lived at home, he had been terrified of keeping any sort of porn in his room. If his Dad didn't somehow sniff it out, Yuzu would have stumbled across it, and that would've meant double the punishment, since he would have been exposing his "precious, pure sisters" to that kind of filth. But he was in college and on his own now, and he'd finally worked up the nerve to start his own collection. He didn't really use it--he didn't really need to, since most of the thrill was just having it. But with this INVASION, he turned to the stash for help.
It'd worked, at first.
Then his brain--his stupid, damnfool, dumbass, moronic, just friggin' WRONG brain--had caught up, and all of the pictures had suddenly had something to do with Rukia. A pair of busty blonds curled up and licking each other was enough for a twitch, but if he tried to take the scenario any farther than the pictures? A brunette would show up, interpose herself between said blonds, and his cock would be off and running. Try to stay with just the blonds, though, and it wasn't enough. It just wasn't enough.
Which was absolutely fuckin' ludicrous. He was in his prime sexual years! A breeze in the right direction should make him stiff! But his brain staunchly refused to let things happen without a brunette in the picture. Especially if she was small and pale and had eyes like GAH GAH GAH no he did not want THAT but his brain would only respond TO THAT.
It was too bad he knew what lobotomies actually did, 'cause one was lookin' pretty good right now.
It was time for the final straw.
It was time for the Internet.
Normal people probably rented videos; then again, normal people problem didn't have this much of an issue in trying to jerk-off. Nevertheless, he could just imagine trying to pick one out. And then you had to PAY for it. Give money to an ACTUAL person. Who could SEE what he was RENTING. And with his luck, would know his Dad.
No, no, and HELL no. He'd take his chances online.
At first, he was a little overwhelmed by the selection. Who'd have known there'd be so much out there? Covering so much different...stuff? Damn. He hadn't believed Keigo when he'd said it was a gold mine. He was half tempted to send him some sort of consolation gift. Like a fruitcake, or something. Eh, he'd figure it out later.
He selected something that looked to be as far from Rukia as possible. The girl in the sample pictures had bleached hair, wide, trembling eyes, and a rack that, while not as prodigious as some he'd seen, was not small, either. It was cheap and not that long, which--he figured--meant action right away.
He should've paid a bit more attention to the types of sex it contained.
'Cause what should happen in the opening bit but that sweet, trembling eyed, innocent bleached haired missy got down and dirty with her short, dark haired best friend.
Who, uh, handled the appliances.
Who kept telling her to pay attention.
Who said she tasted sweet. Like fruit. Like...strawberries.
Ichigo groaned.
A few minutes later, he groaned again.
Stupid Rukia, he thought as he caught his breath. Stupid, stupid, damn Rukia! How could she be everywhere?
He'd have to try again, he thought as he fumbled for his tissues. The Internet was huge. Surely, surely, there was at least ONE video out there that Rukia couldn't work her way into.
He'd just have to find it.
But...later.
Yeah. Later.
(757)
*chuckles* Poor Ichigo, deprived of his own fantasies. What will happen next? Will the author ever get back to writing it? STAY TUNED.