AN:Hey there readers. I know it's been a while since I posted anything new, so here's something that's been wracking at my brain for a while. I wanted to see what you guys thought, and if I should dig further into it or not. It's nothing angsty or dramatic like my usual stories, but something nice and fluffy with a little bit of smut to come if it should happen to arise. Anyway, happy reading!

Ichigo was on the verge of losing it. Picking Shinji to go to a concert with him was not a good idea; the flamboyant, complaining male was already too much to handle. God only knows that the sole reason that he brought the male with him was because he had the extra ticket, and it was a blowjob that he desperately needed.

"Ichigo why is the majority of the crowd women, I thought you said this was a gay band. I was hoping to look for some arm candy, but I'm a little dissapointed." The blond said with a toss of his hair long lemonade colored hair.

"Shinji, I said one of the members of the band was gay not the entire group. Besides, I thought you would like them." He said with an exasperated sigh, his amber eyes never leaving the stage.

"Well, if they aren't a techno-electronica band I doubt I would like them. Geez Ichigo, I wish you would've told me more about them I wouldn't have dressed like this." The blond motioned from the corner of with his arms, at the very revealing pair of skin tight white leather pants with a mesh v-neck shirt showing every inch of his flawless skinned torso.

Yes, Shinji was one of the most annoying men he had ever met but he never objected to giving a damn good blowjob, and only asking for a handjob in return. When you're nineteen, single, and studying medicine, a deal like that never came around too often.

Before Ichigo could open his mouth to say something he knew was going to cause him his much deserved oral compensation, a roar of cheers and excitement burst in his ears as the Espadas finally made it to the stage.

Instantly, anything and everything that been annoying him dissipated as he saw the cornflower blue haired guitarist with a wide toothy grin, asking the crowd how they were doing that night. Next to the shirtless blunet was the lanky, dark haired bassist who wore a wide, piano-like toothy grin as the crowd cried for them. The sheer eagerness upon the crowd and even amongst the band members had proven to be infectious as Ichigo felt his scowl change to a huge grin.

Soon, the drummer – a long-haired, scruffy brunette – tapped his drumsticks together and the band began.

As The Espada's went on playing song after song Ichigo managed to tune out the crowd and focused on the lyrics sung by the only female member of the group – a tall voluptuous, buxom blonde – managing to mouth every single word in sync with her.

For the final songthe muscular guitarist and lanky bassist had to do a duel of chords; Ichigo's eyes instantly locked with on them both. The bassist played a song of despair, and anguish as the guitarist destroyed the strings of his guitar while practically making love to the notes.

It was getting to orangette in just the right way.

He took his bottom lip under the top row of his teeth exhaling a soft moan, he knew no one else would care to hear.

Finally it was time for the end of the song where the Greek statue of a blunet began his solo; Ichigo's now painful erection, stretched the fabric of his slim fit jeans as he watched the passion the guitarist fingered into his string.

Ichigo reached his hand down, slipping it into the back of Shinji's leather pants to drag him closer. Shinji caught on without a word and brought his hand down to the protruding bulge in the orangette's pants, to give it a nice squeeze, before taking his mouth in a very brief kiss.

Ichigo pulled away whispering softly as kiss broke apart "Let's get outta here," which Shinji shrugged his shoulders to.

It was a good thing they left before the concert was officially dismissed as the parking lot was pretty empty. Ichigo pressed the unlock button on his remote, flashing the lights of his jet black 2014 Honda Accord. He had soon enough, taken his hand out of Shinji's back pocket as the blond began to mess around on his iPhone. The faster he'd gotten what he brought Shinji to do, the faster he could drop the overly-zealous blonde off back at his own apartment and be rid of him until another occasion arises.

Ichigo tugged the passenger's door open for the other male, before walking over to the driver's side and seating himself. After closing the door to his side of the vehicle, he looked over at Shinji who had finally put his phone away.

"So...did you enjoy yourself?" Ichigo asked with a smile, his hand guiding over to rest on Shinji's knee.

"Mm, for the most part yes, I'm surprised that you didn't want to stay back and meet the band. You were in such a rush to get out."

"I already know the band, in fact the bassist – Nnoitra is my ex and the guitarist, Grimmjow, is a good friend of mine. Actually, he's the one who gave me the tickets."

Shinji shifted his head to the left slightly, his eyes brimming with curiousity. "Why'd you guys break up?"

"Long story short, we were basically fuck buddies before the band got together. Once the band got together, I started seeing him less and less. I mean, apparantly he was more interested in going to the practice sessions than actually making me his boyfriend, because soon after he joined the band he broke it off with me. " Ichigo replied with a lazy shrug.

"Oh, well what's the thing going on between you and uh..Grimm-whatever."

"Who Grimmjow? Nothing really.

We met in my friends cafe where I work playing the piano, and he just pulled up a chair next to me and starting playing along with his old acoustic guitar. I helped him write a few of the band's songs, and for the most part he's sort of my best friend."

"That's all?" Shinji spoke with a curt chuckle, before tossing all of his hair over his right shoulder.

"Well yeah, why?"

"So you mean to tell me you're not completely in love with him?"

Was it really that obvious?

Ichigo sighed softly lifting his hand up off Shinji's knee, to place it on the steering wheel.

Shinji's gaze softened and he reached his hand over to comfortingly stroke Ichigo's arm. "Oh, honey you are! Does he know?"

"No, he's straight." His eyes shifted over to Shinji, and there was something in his eyes that completely dissapated any sort of arousal he may have had.

Pity.

"You poor thing, let take your mind off'a him." The blonde said reaching his hands over toward Ichigo's crotch.

"No, I'll just take ya home. I'm not really in the mood anymore."

Shinji didn't object, but sympathetically smiled and nodded as he brought his seatbelt across his torso securing himself into his seat.

Yes, somewhere along the lines Ichigo had fallen in love with his straight best friend. He was a great person, he was talented, humble, confident, and the fact that he had naturally just-fucked cerulean hair with matching crystalline-azure eyes definitely tickled Ichigo's loins. He honestly thought he kept himself together during the concert. Although if Shinji of all people could notice that he had already fallen hard for the guitarist he was a lot worst off than he thought.

The drive to drop Shinji off was quiet, in fact Ichigo didn't even feel like turning on the radio. The silence truly was golden at this point. When he approached the gates to Shinji's apartment complex, the blonde leaned over to kiss Ichigo on the cheek.

"Thanks for tonight Ichigo, I'll walk from here."

With a nod of his head, he let Shinji get out and walk toward the path on the sidewalk equipped with an entrance intended for those who were walking.

As Ichigo did a U-turn to leave the gates little droplets of rain hit his windshield.

Tonight was definitely a bust.

After drying himself off from his shower, Ichigo stepped into a pair of fresh boxerbriefs along with slipping on a snug, black Hanes tank-top with matching ankle socks.

"Shiro what have you gotten yourself into?" The orangette sighed with a faint smile, as he approached his albino kitten who had managed to get his head stuck in one of the cuffs of Ichigo's pants. Soft cries left the tiny tabby as he tried to pull himself free, but Ichigo reached down to pull him out and hold him up so they were eye-to-eye.

"You always find ways to get into some trouble. I'm gonna get some tea, I could definitely use some right now."

The small feline gave a soft headbutt to Ichigo's chest with a soft purr, his golden black-sclera eyes up at Ichigo as they made their way to the kitchen.

"Okay, you can have some cream Shirosaki." Ichigo said with a chuckle as he leaned down to kiss his companion's nose.

He sat the feline down on his countertop as he made his way to his cabinet to grab a bag of Earl Grey tea, sitting it into a plain white mug. Then poured more than enough water into his tea kettle, and sat it on his stove.

"Meow!" Shiro cried as he pawed the entire box of Earl Grey off the countertop and onto the floor spilling a few of the bags.

"Alright, alright. I'll get your cream! Be patient." Ichigo said with mirth in his tone as he leaned down to clean up the mess his cat had made. Sometimes it felt like Shiro was more so in charge rather than himself.

He walked over to the refrigerator, grabbing the carton of heavy whipping cream out and pouring just a bit into a small silver saucer. Ichigo sat it down on the island, which sat in the middle of his small kitchen which Shiro happily pawed over to.

After putting the carton away, Ichigo sat upon the countertop closest to the window where he watched the heavy rain fall and the lightening strike thinking about what happened with Shinji earlier was definitely starting to sink in.

How he felt about Grimmjow definitely wasn't normal; if Grimmjow had ever found out it would ruin the friendship that they worked to develop for four years. What if Grimmjow had already known how he felt and just didn't care? A soft tinge hit Ichigo's stomach as he thought about it, and he quickly shook his head trying to rid himself of the negative thought.

Since the first time he laid his eyes on Grimmjow he was bewitched instantly under the man's spell. Given he was fucking Nnoitra at the time, he never really felt anything for the man. All he ever really wanted was something he could never have.

The white tea kettle soon screeched, as copious amounts of white steam curled from the spout ripping Ichigo from his sulking thoughts. He combed his long fingers through his soft orange spiked hair, with another sigh leaving him. He reached over to close the blinds to his kitchen window when he noticed someone approaching his front door. It was too dark too really see, and there was the fact that he had his head down so Ichigo couldn't really decipher whom it was.

Ichigo quickly turned the stove off, but his eyes were plastered on the mysterious figure who appeared to be having trouble with deciding to knock on Ichigo's door or not. Finally the person just walked off his porch and began to head back to his car. If it weren't for the next line of lightening that lit up the sky, Ichigo wouldn't have seen the blur of cerulean hair which only belonged to one person. It was Grimmjow, he was soaked, and trying to get home during the middle of a thunderstorm. He had to do something, for goodness sake he could catch pneumonia if he didn't get dry soon.

Ichigo ran to his front door without bothering to cover himself up, and instantly ran out to catch up to Grimmjow who had just barely made it to his car.

"Hey, Grimm. What're ya doin' here?"

Grimmjow turned around with a look of surprise on his face matched with a smile, "I was just in the neighborhood, I just wanted to drop by after my concert but I didn't realize it was so late. I figured you were sleepin'."

"Me sleeping at 2 AM? Please, we've played Skyrim from sunset to sunrise, what makes you think I'm asleep? It's for the weak remember?" Ichigo laughed softly, his eyes lighting up when he heard the deep laughter erupt from the man across from him.

"So it's alright if I head inside, yeah?" Grimmjow asked rubbing the back of his neck, smiling that smile Ichigo so desperately loved.

"Yeah, lets get you warm and dry." Ichigo smiled tossing an arm over Grimmjow's shoulder as the walked to Ichigo's small house.

There was something about Grimmjow that drove Ichigo crazy, it was definitely going to be his downfall. For right now though, it didn't really matter how much he loved Grimmjow or even if the male would grow to love him the same way. He just needed to get his friend dry, and hopefully relaxed enough to figure out the real reason he came to visit.

Grimmjow lived more than an hour away, and the arena the concert was held at was no closer to Ichigo's home. There was something up and one didn't have to be in love with the blunet to figure that much out.

As soon as Grimmjow changed out of his wet clothes, Ichigo went on a mission to pour not only himself, but Grimmjow a glass of Earl Grey making it just the way he liked it.

One sugar cube, and lots of cream.

If it weren't for Shiro or Grimmjow Ichigo wouldn't really have the need for cream, as it was generally those two who enjoyed it.

"Hey Shiro." The baritone voice spoke, as Ichigo continued to stir the tea he prepared. The orangette turned around, holding both mugs when he felt the blood drain from his face. When Grimmjow finally came out of the shower, he put on the underwear Ichigo provided for him then took it upon himself to walk into the kitchen wearing nothing else.

"Grimmjow, why aren't you wearing what I sat out for you?"

The guitarist grabbed the mug he knew was his from Ichigo, with a soft chuckle, "None of that fits me, shit even these are sorta crushing my balls. How do you walk around wearing these you get no breathe room."

"Those are boxers Grimmjow, they have plenty of room for me but then again not everyone is built like you." Ichigo rolled his eyes trying to play it cool, casually sipping his tea.

"Perfectly?" Grimmjow's blue eyebrow raised slightly, with a half smirk curving at his full lips.

Gods yes.

"Like an ape." Ichigo blurted out with a grin of his own.

"Ouch, that one actually stung a little. Good job Ichi, you're gettin' better at comebacks." He laughed briefly before taking a sip from his tea. "Speakin' of what we're wearin' why're ya wearin' a robe?"

"Because you're here, and I will not walk around with the chance that my cock can flop out and make a guest appearance." Ichigo replied honestly while lounging back against the marble countertop.

After that the room got very quiet; the only sounds to be heard was the clock ticking, Shiro lapping at his cream on the island and ever so often each of the two men sipping their tea. Ichigo's eyes met with the dark liquid of his tea, thinking of how to approach the situation that was dumped right into his lap.

"Hey, Ichi?" Grimmjow asked in a tone that was completely out of his character.

Ichigo looked up to see anxious cobalt eyes staring back at him. "Yeah?"

"Who was that guy ya rushed off with after my concert?"

He saw that?

"Him? That was just Shinji, a friend of mine."

"I saw you kiss him before you guys left, do you do that with all your friends?"

Fuck, he saw that too?

"Grimmjow, no. What is this about? Why does that even matter?" Ichigo asked trying to avoid heard whatever else his friend may have seen.

"It's nothin' look thanks for the tea, I think I'm gonna crash on your couch." Grimmjow said sitting the mug down on the counter.

"No, I have some questions of my own Grimmjow." Ichigo said placing his hand atop Grimmjow's on the counter in attempts to keep him from leaving.

"What is it? I really just wanna go to sleep."

"Why did you come here? Don't try to feed me bull, I know you like the back of my own hand."

Once again the room got quiet; Grimmjow pulled his hand from underneath Ichigo's and sat down at the table. A soft sigh left him as he buried his hands into his hair, as he lowered his face to hide his eyes.

This was something serious.

Ichigo sat down across from him, both hands choking the mug he had in his hand. "Grimm, talk to me."

"I'm in some trouble." The blunet spoke tersely as if his jaw had suddenly clenched.

Shit.

Knowing Grimmjow it could range from getting one of his fans pregnant, from him having some terminal disease he never told anyone about. Either way, Ichigo had to stay objective about it, and have an open ear for him.

"I really got into it, with my dad tonight, I'm just really confused and now I'm fuckin' stuck. I said some stuff I wish I hadn't and now...just...fuck man."

Ichigo placed a hand on Grimmjow's shoulder giving it a squeeze, "I'm listening."

"Before I start telling you anything, I have to admit that I haven't been completely honest with you." Grimmjow said looking up, his face completely flushed of any color.

"Spit it out, Grimmjow." Ichigo said trying not to sound to impatient, or anxious.

"I've got a trust fund with over two point five million dollars in it."

Ichigo narrowed his eyes briefly shrugging his shoulders, "So you're rich and you never told me?

You mean to tell me that came here at two in the morning to tell me that you're rich? Thats all?" Ichigo gave a soft laugh with a friendly shove of Grimmjow's shoulder, before speaking once more. "Grimmjow, I thought you were dying or something you seriously had me worried. Now, what's goin' on with you and your dad?"

"He gave me that money with hopes that I was going to law school Ichigo, not that I would be a musician like he was. He and my mom came down from France, to check up on me and apparantly they went to my concert. I couldn't keep lying to them, at that point and I had to tell them everything."

"Whoa, wait. Your dad was a musician? You never told me that either, and you never told me you were going to go to law school either. Why did this never come up?" Ichigo asked curiously crossing his left leg over his right.

"Well yeah, he was guitar player just like I am. In fact he's the one that taught me to play. He's this huge star in France, my mother was a singer in Germany.

It's how they met actually, through music.

The music it's in my blood Ichi, and it's all I want to know not fucking law school. After talking about it for a while I got him to see my way, but we're still not seeing eye to eye on things.

I know I shouldnt've lied, but if I would've told the truth he would've taken away the money I needed to get the band where it is now."

"No, you shouldn't have lied to your dad but you shouldn't have had to hide who you were from him. I'm ninety-nine percent sure he was mad over the fact that you lied to him, rather than just being honest from the start.

I'm not mad that you lied to me Grimm, but it would've been nice to know that you were rich. I definitely wouldn't have paid for your drinks at Orihime's so many times." Ichigo's stomach warmed up as he saw Grimmjow crack a small grin.

"I'm glad you're taking the news so well. I was hoping you would've. It makes what I have to say now a little bit easier."

Ichigo gave a supportive smile, and tilted his head slightly to the right awaiting such news Grimmjow had for him.

"I've been doing this band thing for a few years now, and honestly I wouldn't be where I am without you. You never missed any of my shows, from when I was doing little gigs at coffee shops here and there to stuff like today where I almost sold out of an arena.

You've been there through every little stupid relationship I've had with whomever, and how they screwed me over and whatnot. Fact of the matter is, if there's anything that I need I can always count on you." Grimmjow messed around with his trembling fingers as he spoke quietly.

"Yeah." Ichigo reached over to place his hands over Grimmjow's to hold them steady, "That's what friends are for Grimm, you didn't have to tell me that..."

Ichigo stared into the sea of ultramarine, trying hardest not to get lost in the beautiful pools of blue. Grimmjow kept silent for a moment, as he let his hands slip from underneath Ichigo's to switch roles squeezing his smaller hands instead. Grimmjow's tongue swiped carefully over his bottom lip, to wetten it briefly, Ichigo's eyes glanced down to watch intently. It was so hard to contain himself when he was so close to Grimmjow like this, it was dangerous.

"I need a steady relationship and I'm honestly sick of all these women who only want me because I'm attractive, or because of where I am right now. You're the only steady person I have in my life Ichigo, you've always been there for me, and...and I know you'll understand why it took me so long to just come in terms with this."

Is he...

"I can't keep being what my dad wants me to be, I can't be a lawyer and I can't be straight. I've tried to to do both of them, and it's just not who I am. Forcing myself to study for something I have no passion for and countless one-night-stands aren't what I want to spend my whole life. I didn't realize I was so unhappy until after tonight when I finally spilled my guts to my dad.

It's so hard to be what I'm not and it's even harder being in love with your best friend. The worst part about it is, I've felt this way for years and it's been breaking my fucking heart not being able to call you mine Ichigo."

"Holy shit." Was all Ichigo could manage to get out at that moment, as he just completely froze.

AN: Reviews? Alerts? Questions? I'm open to anything really. I hope you guys liked it, and if not eh I'll just scribble an ending to it and call it a day. Would really love some input on this, thanks for reading -Shawn.