"Buh-wha-wait, Grimmjow!" His voice came out in a forced whisper. "We can't do this here!"
"Why not?" The blue haired Arrankar didn't stop his hand that was groping its way down the teen's front. "We're in the stall. ()"
"GRIMMJOW!" Another forced whisper, which was just a little louder, and just a little angrier sounding. "We are at a family fast food place! I will not do this in a place where little children could hear us!"
The Sexta Espada grunted disapprovingly, ignoring the Shinigami's argument. "Then we will just have to be quiet, won't we?"
Ichigo squirmed, trying to free his hands from behind his back. "Ahn… Grimm… don't. Don't touch… there."
"Don't touch where?" He cupped the orange haired teen roughly. "Oh, here?"
A whine escaped the young lips. "Mmn! Not so…hard. Stop teasing…" He felt a snicker being muffled into his neck and gasped. "Nnh!"
--
Isshin, who was very much trying to keep his composure in tact, had his ear pressed tightly against the restroom door. A pink tinge was forming lightly across his cheeks. Every few seconds he could hear a "ah Grimm! Stop that!" or a "don't touch me there so roughly!" coming from the other side.
An employee passed the observing father and stared at him questionably. "Excuse me, sir? May I help you?"
The bearded man waved his hand frantically, not bothering to look up from his 'duty'. "No worries young man! I am fine!"
"Yes, I am sure you are sir. But the thing is, you are scaring the customers, sir and, we were hoping you could take your seat?"
"There is nothing to see here! Just a father making sure his son is all right."
The young man in uniform sighed. "Oh, is that all? I understand." He blinked as Isshin seemed to press his head closer to the door, worrying if it was really alright to leave the man there. "But please, other customers will need to use the washroom soon, so could you get your son to open the door and let you in to help?"
Isshin, taking his head off the door for the first time since he started, looked at the employee with a dubious face. "Are you kidding? That boy will never let his old man in there! No no! Not when he's got his boyfriend in there as well!" The former Shinigami shook his fist passionately, tears streaming from his eyes. "Masaki! Our son is growing up! Growing up much too fast! Doing dirty things in public washrooms!"
The young man blinked, mouth falling open. "…Eh?"
--
Isshin and Ichigo both learned two things that day. One; it is possible to have sex in the restrooms at a Mac Donald's without getting caught. Only if you don't have your crazy father tagging along with you.
And two; telling the employees of said fast food place that you are listening in on your teenage son having sex in their washrooms will get you thrown out faster then they can serve up a double cheese burger.
Grimmjow, of course, learned nothing useful; only that Ichigo seems to moan louder when there is an element of 'we could get caught' in play.
--fin
()- In Japanese Mac Donald's washrooms, there is only one room for each gender. Kinda like your home wash rooms.