This is my first try with something like this, so please be gentle with me. Dx
If you don't want to read a boy on boy (yaoi) lemon smut story... then stop reading.
Ichigo tipped the shot glass and threw back another shot of alcohol, relishing in the feel of it burning the back of his throat. Behind him bodies thrashed to the music, bright beams of light cutting through the dark air as the bodies mashed together. He could feel the beat of the music in his bones and muscles. Every part of him was affected by the vibrations that cut through the air and travelled through the floor, amplified by the pounding of feet as they jumped up and down in some sort of satanic looking dance, not caring what they were doing, making out with whoever bumped into them. They were all drunk in some way, some more than others. The newcomers were easy to spot, as they mingled at the edges, curiosity in the eyes as they wondered whether to throw themselves into the chaos or not. Maybe next time they would work up the courage to do so.
He held up his index finger to the bartender, who sent him a nod in return to note that he had seen the sign for another drink. Another shot slid in front of him in no time and he quickly tipped that back before turning on his stool to look at the mesh of people behind him. On a regular day he probably would have joined them, lost himself in the crowd, his girlfriend hanging off his arm so she wouldn't wander into someone else's grasp. She wasn't like the other woman, who kissed whoever they came upon; she would stay by Ichigo's side, kissing only him. But now she wanted to move on. Apparently she had found another during the time they had been together. Two years thrown down the drain just so she could run off with some guy who winked at her from the back of a motorcycle, offering her more adventure than the carrot head could. Ichigo growled at the memory and turned back around, motioning the bartender over and ordering a stronger drink this time. He needed it.
Before he knew it, he was in the middle of the throng of people, being pushed each way as they all moved to the music. His head was pounding from all the music and alcohol, his vision swaying in front of him like he was on a boat in the middle of the sea. He could feel hands running over his back and chest in the darkness, testing him to decide if they would make another move on him. They ran over his toned muscles, prominent even underneath his shirt. One slipped forward, running her hands up his arms like feathers before gripping the sides of his face in her hands, cupping his face and bringing him down for a deep kiss that tasted of alcohol and pot. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth, teasing it and sucking it into her mouth. Finally she set it free, plunging her tongue into his mouth instead, daring his own tongue into a duel. Their tongues twisted around each other, needy with lust.
An arm wrapped around his waist from behind, pulling him away from the woman, who let out a little whine in protest before her intoxicated eyes found another person to fuck with. Teeth scraped down the back of Ichigo's neck, tongue swirling over the skin. The hand around his waist slid under his shirt, running callused fingers lightly over his abdomen. Ichigo let out a heated breath, his back arching into the person behind him. Whoever it was, they were taller than him and definitely not a female. Another hand reached around to cup his crotch, squeezing lightly and earning a groan from Ichigo's throat, though the noise was quickly lost in the pulsing music and bodies. Someone backed into Ichigo, pushing him deeper into the man behind him. The man responded by pulled down the neck of Ichigo's shirt a bit, lustfully biting the skin on his exposed shoulder.
Ichigo reached up behind him, entwining his fingers into the man's hair. It was incredibly soft to the touch and he couldn't help himself when he pulled on it a bit rougher than he should have. He was lost in the moment, past caring that a man was doing this to him instead of a woman. If a man could make his heart pound like this and make his skin crawl with delight, he didn't really give a damn in his drunken state. The hand cupping his crotch suddenly squeezed harder, massaging his stiffening member beneath the material, and Ichigo barely managed to stifle another loud groan from ripping from his throat. Instead it turned into a growl, reverberating through his chest. The man behind him caught his breath at the sound, back to letting his tongue play over Ichigo's neck, running over the curves and leaving little bites here and there.
Ichigo finally turned to face the man, his eyes filled with lust and his breath coming out in short gasps. Sure, he was drunk as hell but he knew what his body wanted at that moment. He pressed flat against the man, his own tongue finding its way to his muscular neck. He brought his tongue up, running it over the man's jawline, nipping it enthusiastically. His hands danced over the man's chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt. He unbuttoned the top few and licked his exposed chest. The man returned to cupping the part of Ichigo that were turned away from him, this time grasping his ass firmly in his hand while his other hand ran an index finger lightly up Ichigo's spine. The hand on his ass let go and slid under his pants and boxers, embracing his ass cheeks. He ran a finger along the cleft before dipping it between them, quickly finding Ichigo's hole and pressing the tip of his finger to the entrance.
Ichigo groaned and pushed back at the digit, begging for the man to push it in. He brought his face up, looking at the man for the first time. He was shocked at first at how handsome he was, though it could have just been the alcohol seeing him. The man had an angular face and a white-toothed grin. Dark eyes looked down at him and in the flashes of light, Ichigo could make out their color, a brilliant azure, like an untouched body of water. He brought his lips ups, eagerly searching out the man's. Bringing his hands up again to run them through his soft hair, he noted that the hair was a light blue, brushed back from his head. It seemed so light that it defied gravity, fluffing up over his head like some sloppy imitation of a mohawk, a fauxhawk. A few strands drifted in front the man's forehead. Damn he was sexy. Their lips met and instantly melded together, their tongues exploring every part of the other's mouth as they twined around each other.
Ichigo had almost forgot about the stray finger pressing against his opening until he felt the tip slide it, immediately letting go of the man's mouth to let out a strangled gasp of pain and pleasure as the digit slid into him, curling up inside. The man found his lips again, pulling on the bottom lip with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. He let it go and gave the same treatment to the top lip, all while Ichigo gasped against him as he thrust the finger into the smaller man over and over, enjoying every whimper that slid from his lips. He checked Ichigo's member again, smiling against his lips upon feeling just how hard it was. Retracting his finger, he heard Ichigo protest as the digit left his tight ass hole, but whimpered again when the hand moved to the front of him, cupping his testicles.
He arced into the man, placing his chin on his shoulder and wondered if anyone was noticing what they were doing. It probably wasn't the first time someone had done something like this out of the dance floor, not that he had noticed. The man began rubbing his hand against his length, bringing a gasp from Ichigo as the fingers wrapped around the hard cock and began to stroke him. Harder and faster, the fingers moved over the hard length, coaxing him to spurt out his cum. He was so hard that it hurt, Ichigo realized, burrowing his face into the man's shoulder, biting down on the shirt as he felt his climax approaching him fast. It bubbled up inside of him until, with a heavy groan, he came, coating the man's hand with his sticky cum as his body wracked with spasms.
They pulled away, Ichigo reeling to regain his breath after what had just happened. In his drunken haze, he was glad to note that none of his semen had gotten on his pants, only on the man's hand. The blue haired man brought the sticky hand to his face, eagerly licking the cum off of his fingers, his eyes never leaving Ichigo's as though he was daring him to make another move towards him. Taking his dare, Ichigo came back to him, pushing himself flush with the man, and pulling down his arm. He sucked the man's pinky finger into his mouth, licking it off and rolling the taste of himself in his mouth. They shared the rest of semen between them before the man grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up into a rough kiss, nipping at his swollen lips. They pulled away again, though the man's hands kept their grip on the front of his shirt. They were gasping for breath, both of them reeking of alcohol.
"I'm not done with you yet," the man said with a low, husky voice that sent a shiver down Ichigo's spine. He grabbed one of Ichigo's hands, bringing it down to cup his hard member straining against his dress pants. At the feeling of the flesh underneath the fabric, he bucked his hips forward before he could stop himself, his fingers stroking the fabric. He wondered momentarily what the man wanted him to do. Maybe jerk him off, like he had done for Ichigo? The man pulled him by the arm, maneuvering his way out of the crowd with Ichigo in tow. They neared the back door of the place and the man pushed it open, leading them out into the cool, crisp air. They were in an alley way behind the place, a dumpster off to the side. He pulled Ichigo to the far side of the dumpster and threw him against it, attacking his mouth once more.
A sound of a buckle being undone met Ichigo's ears and he pulled away to look down at the man's hands, which were busy trying to undo his pants. He reached down and helped, unbuttoning the pants and pulling down the zipper. He reached into the heat, bringing his eyes up to meet the man's once more before delving his fingers past the boxers and around the hard cock straining to be let out. Lust swirled in both of their eyes as Ichigo began to stoke the length of the cock, teasing the tip with his fingers every once in a while. He smiled as the man rolled his eyes back and tipped back his head to let a low groan leave his throat, his hips thrusting to Ichigo's movements. He looked back down and placed his hands on Ichigo's shoulders, pushing him down until he collapsed to his knees in front of his man, his face now level with his crotch. With timid fingers, Ichigo, pushed aside the cloth, pulling the firm member out into the air. It twitched as it exited the tight pants and stood proudly in front of Ichigo's face, begging to be played with.
"Lick it," the man said gutturally and Ichigo leaned forward, hesitantly swiping the tip of his tongue over the head of the cock. He wrinkled his nose at the unusual taste that met his mouth. It wasn't bad, just unusual. With opened lips, he accepted the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the top and dipping it into the slit. Above him, the man growled and pulled on Ichigo's hair harshly, thrusting forward and causing the dick to slide further into Ichigo's eager mouth. He ate him up, swirling his tongue over the hard member that was filling up his entire mouth. He scrapped his teeth over the underside of it, feeling a shiver run up the man. Slowly at first, he began to suck on it, his head bobbing forwards and backwards and he took the man's length into this mouth, sucking on it while his tongue curled around the thick member.
He placed his hands up on the back of the man's thighs, pulling himself forward until the head met the back of his throat. He almost chocked at the sensation and had to back up to regain his breath before he tried it again. This time he fared better, feeling the tip touch the back of his throat with only a small repulsion. He hollowed out his cheeks and began sucking harder on the cock, his head working on the flesh faster than it had before and his breathing coming heavy as he started sucking the whole length in, almost getting to the hilt. Noticing this, the man began to thrust into Ichigo, the head of his cock slamming into the back of his throat over and over, bringing tears to Ichigo's eyes. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut as the man continued to ravage his throat, going in deeper and deeper. He managed to shove his length further into the smaller man's mouth, low grunts and animalistic groans escaping from his mouth as Ichigo's mouth managed to take in the entire length.
He started to rock forward into Ichigo faster, fucking his mouth. He threw he head back as a groan made his whole chest vibrate. Ichigo's hands gripped onto the man's legs tighter as the thrusts got more energetic and needy. The man was whining now, thrusting deeper than before, more purposeful. His climax was coming, Ichigo could tell. With one last grunt, he thrust deep into Ichigo, the top of his cock in the younger man's throat. He came hard, his sticky cum coating the inside of Ichigo's throat. His body shuddered and convulsed as he came, his fingers practically ripping out Ichigo's orange hair. He let out a shaky breath as he pulled back, his cock exiting Ichigo's throat as the smaller man sucked off the remainder of the cum before swallowing the whole load, pondering on the taste of it.
The man began to tuck himself back into his pants, his breathing already returning to normal while Ichigo was still searching for air to replenish his lungs. He got up, shaky on his legs, and propped himself against the dumpster so that he wouldn't collapse back to the ground. The man finished putting all his clothes and hair back in order and turned back to Ichigo, leaning forward to leave a kiss on the younger one's lips. Without thinking, Ichigo leaned into the kiss, deepening and groaning against the man's lips. He flicked his tongue against the man's lips and grinned as they parted for him, letting his tongue dip inside. The kiss this time was less needy and more intimate as they slowly moved their tongues over the other before pulling back with identical sighs.
"You ever done that before?" The man asked before leaving a kiss on his cheek.
"No, never with a guy," Ichigo admitted, his words slurred.
"You a straight?"
"Yeah. I was only here tonight because my girlfriend broke up with me."
The man smiled, "Well let me just tell you that you should reconsider what sexual orientation is. You have a little homosexuality in you with those natural cock sucking skill you have. I haven't cum that hard in a long time, so thank you," he leaned forward, catching Ichigo's lips again and Ichigo couldn't help but blush at the words, "If I ever meet you here again, we'll have to try this again. Maybe take it another step, huh?" He ran his fingers along the underside of Ichigo's jawbone and the younger man closed his eyes at the sensation.
"You'll only get me if I'm drunk off my ass again," he slurred, hiccupping to accent the fact that he was wasted as he tottered on his feet. The man smiled and grabbed him by the chin, pulling him forward to leave a soft kiss on his forehead.
"I'll have to buy you some drinks next time, then, mister…" he smirked, letting the sentence drop off as he waited for Ichigo's reply.
"I'm Ichigo. Kurosaki Ichigo."
They backed away from each other and the man began to walk away, leaving the alleyway.
"Hey, what's yer name?" Ichigo yelled after him and the man turned with a grin.
"Grimmjow Jaegerjaques."
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