I hated him. I hated all of him. I hated the way he smelt, I hated the way he looked, I hated the way he walked into a room and with one showing of his perfect pearl whites everybody loved him. I hated is hair, all electric blue like someone poured battery acid on it and that's the fucking color it ended up being. I hated his style, I hated the music he listened to, I hated how one day he spontaneously decided to go and get teal green tattooed under his eyes and instead of being called a faggot he got praised. I hated the way he walked, I hated his voice and how commanding it sounded. I hated how he inadvertendly stole all the chicks away without even trying. I just plain hated him. Not one shred of dignity I gave the man they call Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.
I mean, who names their kid that anyways? It's a stupid fucking name. It's like his mom had a mouth full of peanut brittle and was watching her favorite show after he was born, and when the doctor came up and asked what she wanted to name her kid she muttered "Great show" and her slur named the retard. Yeah, how you like that? "Great Show"? Stupid fucking moron.
"What the fuck are you typing so fast there Orange?" A puzzled Renji asked.
"Just a stupid report for Dunder's class. I'm really super fucking behind, so i've been typing like a maniac." Ichigo replied, trying to get the annoying image of Grimmjow out of his mind.
"It seem's like you're trying to prove someone on the internet wrong, I swear to God. Ease up on the keys there hombre. I'm fixing to hit the sack." Renji announced, sighing in the process.
"Sorry man. I'm nearly done."
Ichigo had been very short with his answers and on a short fuse ever since the week before. I mean why wouldn't he be? Ever since last Monday happened, he had been cussing Grimmjow out under his breath, and hoping that he get assasined. Grimmjow was the reason he was upset at him in the first place. Ichigo had nothing to do with it. Ichigo was convinced everything was Grimmjow's fault. He had never been more embarrassed in his entire life than that Monday.
"You're thinking about that jeagerjaques dude aren't you?"
Renji was on his bottom half of the bunk bed. He was nippy, so he was covered in comforters. Four to be exact. His Aunt liked to make sure he was comfortable at night in his college dorm so, she sent a new one every couple of months. Renji loved the attention he got from his Aunt, and snuggled in the comfortable warm mass happily.
"Dammit. How did you know?" Ichigo asked under his breath.
"It's written all over your face...and you type like a mad man when something's on your mind." Renji said, further burrying himself in comforters to where only his head was sticking out."You'd think after being your roommate for a year i'd pick up on a few things orange."
Ichigo stopped typing and saved the rest of the data he had been working on. He closed his mac and casually tossed it on his top bunk. He stood up from the chair he was sitting on, and began unbuttoning his plaid dress shirt.
"Oh. Don't-don't get undressed. What are you doing?" Renji yelled, covering his head with the excessive comforters. "I told you not to do that infront of me, JESUS."
"Jesus ain't here babe." Ichigo said smugly, sending a wink Renji's way.
Ichigo was on his last button and taking off his dress shirt. He did this slowly and enticingly to bother Renji.
"I swear to God. I SWEAR to fucking God Ichigo. You say you want me to distance myself from you but you pull this shit? Not cool man. Do you want me to rape you tonight? I swear to God I will rape you and there won't be a damn thing you could do about it. Because I mean, you know i'm badass, and i'll get you Ichigo. I'll fucking jump on you and i'll dick you all fucking night Kurosaki. Don't test me boyyy. Don't-"
Ichigo had briskly walked infront of the tiny corner of the bed Renji was hiding in. He unzipped his pants and lowered them all the way down to his ankles, kicking them off. He then proceeded to remove his black wifebeater. He did this all the while Renji was pretending not to watch.
"I told you not to do that you sick son of a bitch!"
Renji had scoot up to right where Ichigo was standing, only in his his briefs. Ichigo took a step back, taunting and teasing the redhead. Renji didn't take to kindly to teasing. He leaned outwards, managing to grab Ichigo by the back of his thighs and pulled him forward. Ichigo's crotch slammed into Renji's face and didn't move. Renji held him there, cock on his face.
"You know you're not getting any of my dick, right baby?" Ichigo hissed, pulling and rubbing at Renji's fire red hair in a way that made Renji's skin tingle and somehow he felt it in his cock.
"Unfortunately yes..." Renji mumbled his voice being muffled by Ichigo's groin.
Ichigo enjoyed the split second of contact he was having with his rambunctious friend. He liked the way it felt when Renji mumbled into his groin area. The vibrations aroused him.
"I'm sorry sexy. But you know the rule. We can only fuck after graduation." Ichigo whispered, patting the other's head and seperating him from his junk.
Renji let his grip loosen on Ichigo before ultimately being thwarted. He layed back on the bed, hands behind his head. He ultimately ended up just wanting to enjoy the view. Ichigo stood there only a couple more minutes. He had his hands on his hips, leaning back on one heel. He wanted to let Renji know what he had to look forward to in the future.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Rub it in why don't ya? Mhhmm that's right, just stand there being the fucking cocktease your beautiful white ass is. God I hate you sometimes." Renji joked, smirking while biting his lip.
"Don't hate me..." Ichigo said in a docile, almost girly-like tone. "Why, you haven't even seen your favorite part yet..."
Renji sighed and went ahead and whipped out his cock underneath his comforter. He knew he was going to end up jacking off to Ichigo later in a cold sweat, why not start when he's flaunting his stuff?
Ichigo slowly and surely started rubbing his member raw ontop of his briefs until he was hard as a rock. Renji was silently jacking himself off while looking intently in an almost animalistic stare at Ichigo's junk. Ichigo lightly grabbed at his dick and wiggled it a little sending Renji into a silent but deadly frenzy under the covers.
"Oh, Shit.." Renji muttered, biting his lower lip and sweating beads of sweat down his forehead.
Ichigo fiddled with his waistband a little bit before finally slipping out of his constricting underwear. A very nice sized erection appeared before Renji's eyes and looked absolutley mouth watering to him. Ichigo knew what Renji was doing underneath the sheets, which made Ichigo just as horny for Renji as Renji was for him. But he knew he couldn't do anything about it.
"Damn. Why do you do this to me? My cock has needs too you know." Renji said, inbetween jerks.
"Oh. Just a little show before we go to sleep. You know. To keep up with the happy dreams and what not." Ichigo said, smiling a devilish smile.
Ichigo climbed to his top bunk very slowly, giving Renji one last face full of cock before he dissappeared from Renji's view.
"Oh shit.." A wheezing Renji muttered, silently cumming in his hands.
Ichigo liked it when Renji would jack off to him. It made him feel good about himself. Every so often, they'd get so worked up from one another that they would masturbate right next to each other, screaming each other's name when they came. Ichigo liked the weird way he trusted his roommate with passion like that. Granted he wasn't in love with the guy, but that's exactly what he was trying to avoid. He knew it would be very easy to fall in love with a guy like Renji.
Early the next morning Ichigo hurridly finished his paper and printed it out, shoving it in his backpack. He roughly threw on some clothes and dreaded the day ahead of him. He walked to his lit class all by himself. Renji was still sleeping back in the dorm, he didn't have a class until three.
"Ah, Mr. Kurosaki, it's nice to see you here today. Did you have a nice week off?"
A very tall yet hefty man held the door open for Ichigo, it was his teacher Mr. Dunder.
"Sure, I guess." Ichigo muttered.
"Well, it's nice to see you back. Do you have that paper I asked Heather to tell you about?"
"Yeah here." Ichigo breathed, reaching into his backpack and coldly handing him the assignment.
Ichigo scanned the giant room. The desks weren't typical desks, it was podium seating. Ichigo like to be in the very back of the room at all times, even when no one was there. He liked his privacy and the choice of listening to his ipod when he wanted to.
"Hey! Ichigo over here!" A booming voice yelled.
There, sitting in the furthest row possible with the only seat available right next to him, was Grimmjow jeagerjaques.
"Oh... you have got to be fucking with me God." Ichigo hissed to himself.
Ichigo slowly but surely walked up the large stairs. He was dragging his feet heavily with every step, making sure everybody who saw him knew he didn't want to sit by this guy.
"Why the long face Ichi? Scared i'm going to discredit your dissertation on Harriet Beacher Stowe? Relax, that was last week's jazz." An overly confident Grimmjow said, kicking his feet up on the shared table.
It appeared as if the whole room was staring in their direction. Curiosity spread like wildfire among the students and they were exchanging glances and whispers. They were eager to see what new trouble was brewing, after all, Grimmjow did humiliate Ichigo infront of the entire student body last week.
"How about, go fuck a horse and die." Ichigo hissed, sitting in the chair next to Grimmjow and moving as far away from his as he possibly could without bumping into the girl next to him.
"I don't believe anybody in there right mind would want to fuck a horse Ichigo. C'mon. You have to do better than that." Grimmjow said, smiling from ear to ear.
"Ok. Well. How about this. You're a pompous arrogant brat who's Daddy pays for everything he owns even down to his underwear. A spoiled worthless student who's only here to get his kicks since the real world is too much to handle, and he just found out that paying a little bit of attention in class could prove useful in destroying a man's career before he even has one. You're a dumbfuck, Abercrombie and Fitch wearing, asshole, wannabe poser who does things like kicking his feet up on a desk to show what a bitchface wannabe he really is. Your a stupid, cocksucking, pig-brained, dim-whitted, good for nothing, know it all... who happens to show up in time for class. That's all you are, and that's all you'll ever be."
Ichigo slid back in his chair placing his laptop on the desk infront of him. All of the sudden a voluminous wave of clapping filled the air, hitting Ichigo's face like a slap. He looked around and noticed his fellow classmates looking at him and smiling, clapping on a diss well served. Ichigo suddenly grinned, and faced Grimmjow to bask in the losers discontent. To his surprise, Grimmjow became very quiet, and removed his feet from the desk. He stood up, stretched his arms out, and gave an evil glare to everyone who was still paying attention to him and Ichigo. They quickly stopped looking. Grimmjow relaxed his arms and turned to face Ichigo.
"Is that really truely, how you feel about me Kurosaki?" Grimmjow asked.
There was something downright and impossibly rude about Grimmjow's tone of voice. It wasn't that he was being rude. Quite the contrary. He was actually acting quite sorrowful. But what bewildered Ichigo was the fact that he felt sorry for Grimmjow, after just one question coming from this man. He couldn't understand why he should even care, or why it should even matter to him. Ichigo thought about it for a second and decided these feelings were a fluke and answered the only way he thought he should.
"Yes." Ichigo said, squinting and mean mugging the shit out of Grimmjow.
Grimmjow stood there, his eyes widened from the direct bluntness. He clutched his heart with one hand, and just stood there, openly hurt.
"After all that shit you put me through last week, I guess maybe you had it coming." Ichigo said, arms crossed looking the other way.
Grimmjow nodded his head, and turned on his heel. He swiftly walked down the stairs and exited the main door to the classroom. Ichigo just sat there, shocked that he layed so much affect on the blue haired man.
"There he his! There's the heartbreaker!" An ecstatic Renji exclaimed as Ichigo was walking into his dorm.
"You heard?"
"Are You kidding? The whole campus is a buzz with my main orange man in the center of every text, e-mail, and tweet that's been going around! How did it feel knocking the Dean's son a couple inches down huh?" Renji asked, hugging Ichigo with all his strength and sitting him down on the bed with him.
"Actually...It didn't go quite like I was expecting it. But.. I guess it was cool. I guess."
"How are you sounding like this right now? You should be reaching the moon, and jumping for joy, or some stupid pointless shit like that."
"You don't understand Renji. This dude, man...he's imad/i at me."
"I don't understand. You're right. Didn't you loathe this guy like a second ago?" Renji asked, scratching his head.
"I did but now..I don't know man. Getting back at him like that didn't settle right in my bones. The weirdest part? After everything was all said and done, he kind of, grabbed his heart like he was in pain. Then he simply walked away."
Ichigo was now laying down on the bed, right beside Renji.
"You wanted to chew this bitch out. You did. Now you're feeling bad about it? Didn't he discredit your-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. He did, you're right you're right."
Ichigo let out a big sigh and figured since Grimmjow was the dean's son he was't going to be seeing any more of him in his lit class. Connections get you transferred wherever you want without transcript consequences.
"I'm kinda tired." Ichigo yawned, wrapping his arms around Renji and giving him a soft kiss on the lips. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" Ichigo whispered.
"Ooooohhh, So you finally decided to sit on this cherry cock of mine huh?"
"No Renji. Quite the opposite. I just wanna sleep babe."
Renji nodded in agreement and allowed Ichigo to snuggle under his many comforters while he went and brushed his teeth in preparation for sleeping. When Renji came back to the bed and lifted the covers up, he noticed Ichigo was already in the nude drifting to sleep. He was happy and saddened by this at the same time, for this meant he wasn't going to get a show that night. But it also meant a naked Ichigo in his bed. Renji subtlely climbed on in the bed right next to Ichigo and wrapped his protective arms around the other. Not even a second went by when Ichigo's phone started dancing on the desk not even three feet away from the bed. Ichigo's eyes opened suddenly hearing his phone vibrating. Renji grunted and handed the device to Ichigo. When Ichigo opened the phone, he realized he had gotten a text from a number he had never seen before. It said the following:
Ichigo. It's me, the poser. I guess I got your number becuse i'm the dean's son. Actually that's exactly how I got it. I wanted to apologize and tell you you were right, about everything. There was one thing though that you were a little off on. I didn't say what I said Monday to humiliate you. I wanted to impress you. Too much I suppose, so I came off as a huge wanking dick. & Thats my fault. Always, Grimmjow XX
Ichigo couldn't believe what he was reading. Why did Grimmjow, the dean's son, want to impress ihim/i? Ichigo breathed in a little, and decided he would text him back. For some reason he kind of felt like he owed Grimmjow something. After all a text back wouldn't kill him, would it?
Hope ur still there. Sry abt 2day. I've been angry all week. I rly wntd 2 tell u off 4 a long time. Turns out tht was a bitch move. I guess ur gna be switchin classes. U dnt hav 2 u knw. So, Y wer U tryn 2 impress me? I'm nobody.
Ichigo sent the text and layed back into Renji's arms. Renji was irritated he was texting when Ichigo just told him he was tired.
"Who ya texting Orange?" Renji asked.
"Grimmjow."
"WHAT?"
Renji looked at Ichigo, shocked as ever.
"I know. He just texted me out of nowhere. He says he got my number cuz he's the dean's son."
"What a fucking show off. 'Oh look at me, i'm Grimmjow. Look at me with my blue hair, breaking out of the punk scene. Look at me, Look at me everybody! I'm an attention whore who badmouthes people for the hell of it because I have power! Yippie!'...I fucking can't stand that guy. I'd suck him off and fuck his brains out, but I wouldn't go bragging about it around the watercooler." Renji scoffed.
"The weird thing is, he said he was actually trying to impress me. I don't understand it."
"Oh my God. Hell no, ain't no way the dean's son is moving in on my action." Renji said, holding onto ichigo and resting his head on his shoulder.
"Look I got another text." Ichigo said, flipping his phone open.
You have the highest score in the whole campus for your entrance exam. Your grade average is A+. You got in through a scholarship for lit which no one has accomplished in 3 years. Your future is bright. Mine is pathed with uncertainty since I get everything handed to me. Of course i'd need to do something to get your attention.
Renji and Ichigo stared at the phone screen which felt like a good 5 minutes.
"Grimmjow is trying to get into your pants. Great. Just great. He can do it too since you guys aren't roommates. Now I wish he was your roommate instead of me...Wait, no I don't!"
"Renji please..I'm trying to have a conversation if you don't mind." Ichigo said.
"Fine. I'm going, i'm going..I get the hint."
Renji got out of the bed and hopped up to the top bunk, as furious as ever. Ichigo continued the conversation.
Wht R U tryn 2 say?
Ichigo got a text right back.
I've been wanting to take you out since the first day of class. I figured you would say no since I am who I am. So I tried getting your attention in several different ways. Last time worked, in a very negative way. I still can't believe I did that. I'm sorry again Ichigo. It's just that...smart hot guys get me week-kneed. What i'm trying to say is, I have a crush on you.
Ichigo read the meaningful words on the screen. An instant smile plastered his face as he was hitting the buttons on his phone to reply. What Ichigo didn't know was that he was blushing.
I wld say U wer BULLSHITTING me, but U seemed lyk u wntd 2 kill urself today. So i believe u. & im rly speechless.
Grimmjow texted back.
Is that a good thing?
Ichigo texted back.
Absolutely. I'm kind of jst...stunned rly. Y didn't u jst, come out & tell me?
Grimmjow texted back.
I guess i'm not so smart. Maybe I don't deserve you after all. :(
Ichigo texted back.
Dnt be ridiculous. Im not even mad anymore. Im kinda jst breathtaken sum1 as yummy as u wld even be interested in a lit major lyk me.
Grimmjow texted back.
You think i'm yummy? ;)
Ichigo texted back.
SUPER yummy. ;;;;)
Grimmjow texted back.
Those naughty faces your virtually sending are virtually turning me on. You better cut it out. D:
Ichigo texted back.
& if i dnt?;p
Grimmjow texted back.
You'll end up on the business end of my dick.
Ichigo blushed even harder than before feeling the veins on his face fill with blood. He bit his lower lip and continued the conversation.
Well then..maybe I shld do it one more tym?
Grimmjow texted back.
Do it. I dare you. Watch what happens.
Ichigo got extremely turned on by the way he was being talked to. He texted back.
;) ;O ;P ;;;;;) ;) Naughty.
Ichigo's texting was interrupted by a knock on his door. He got extremely annoyed that his texting was interrupted, and let out a big sigh.
"Renji could you get that?" Ichigo asked, poking the bed above him with his index finger.
He got no response. Ichigo climbed out of bed only to find that Renji was knocked out. Ichigo sighed and grabbed a towel from the restroom to cover his nudeness. He chucked his phone on the bed, slid into his orange slippers, and set out to the mini living room to answer the door. Once at the door he looked through his peephole to see who it was.
"What the..."
Ichigo opened the door and to his grand surprise it was Grimmjow standing there.
"I told you not to do it..." Grimmjow said, in a slow voice that had Ichigo's orange hair nearly catch on fire.
Grimmjow allowed himself inside, shutting the door behind him. Ichigo remained with shock on his face. Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo by the waist and looked him up and down as if he was a piece of steak.
"How-how the fuck did you get here so fast?" Ichigo stammered.
"I live two rooms down. I guess you never noticed.." Grimmjow stated, eyes lidded.
"Oh...i'm, i'm sorry." Ichigo said, looking down nervously at his towel.
"I see you're ready for your present." Grimmjow whispered, smirking and rubbing on Ichigo's body.
Grimmjow guided Ichigo to the small black sofa against the wall. He layed him down, and climbed ontop of him, gently nudging and kissing Ichigo's sensitive neck.
"Are you serious?" Ichigo breathed out, trying not to pop the massive boner he was about to recieve.
"Dead fucking serious." Grimmjow moaned, voice filled with lust talking into Ichigo's ear.
Grimmjow continued lapping Ichigo's neck up, hitting several sensitive spots along the way. Ichigo was arching his back underneath Grimmjow and trying to keep his towel from coming off. Grimmjow noticed and grabbed the towel and flung it across the room, revealing Ichigo's true feelings for Grimmjow.
"Damn..i'm a lucky son of a bitch." Grimmjow breathed, lightly stroking the boner with his finger. "That feels good enough to eat"
Grimmjow leaned down over Ichigo's length and took the whole thing in his mouth as if he'd done this before. Ichigo gasped and held onto the sofa cushions for dear life, he had no idea he was going to do that. Ichigo's head was swirling around and he felt like he had just taken a drug that made everything exhilirating. The warmth and sensation that swept over his groin was unreal, and he unknowingly started pushing off his heels and humping Grimmjows mouth to the same rhythm he was sucking on him with.
"Ohh...my godddd. Jesus of Nazereth.." Ichigo moaned.
Grimmjow silently chuckled to himself upon Ichigo's reaction. He steadily kept licking and deepthroating Ichigo's member while letting his hands take off his own pesky clothes.
"Ohh.. Shit" Ichigo breathed, as his breaths began to turn into gasps for air.
Ichigo's heart honestly couldn't handle how turned on he got in a matter of seconds. His gasps for air steadily got worse because of the sensations of a near strangers mouth on his cock. All the blood immediately rushing to his member didn't help either. By this point Ichigo was moaning like a little slut he was pretending to be, and biting his lips as he continued to get wetter. He felt like a woman who was getting dildoed and her pussy juice was getting everywhere, that's how wet Grimmjow was making him. Grimmjow kept grotesquely sucking and spitting at his dick, tugging at his balls as hard as he possibly could making Ichigo explode into extreme hyperventilation. By this point the only thing Grimmjow needed to remove from himself were his pants, but he decided he'd do that later.
"Agh! Oh my God Grimm-j-jow. I'm gonna-"
Sooner than later Ichigo's pipes opened pouring cum into Grimmjow's throat like a water fountain. Grimmjow quickly swallowed it, knowing that if he didn't it would get everywhere.
"Oh my G-god, you're amazing." Ichigo moaned, riding out the hard orgasm that was perpetrating his bones.
"If you think that's amazing, you better get on all fours." Grimmjow spat, removing his slacks.
Ichigo got off the couch and haphazardly walked to the bean bag chair that was across the room. It was one of those huge ones that two people could easily sleep on. Ichigo climbed into the huge thing making sure he was as close to the edge as he could be, and obediently spread open his legs. Grimmjow quickly followed and knelt down infront of Ichigo's entrance. He spread Ichigo's ass open a little more and shoved his large wet tongue as far down into his hole as he could. He started flicking and jabbing his tongue all in it and around causing Ichigo to arch into it more.
"Mmm.. This ass is mine now." Grimmjow slurred, tasting and slurping to his hearts content.
"God. Everything is yours...do whatever the fuck you want with me." Ichigo moaned, allowing his sweet spot to be violated.
Grimmjow pulled back and then sat on his knee's aligning his dick with Ichigo's hole.
"I intend to...I told you.." Grimmjow began, gently easing into Ichigo's non-virgin ass. "You're gonna get the business end of my dick..and all that comes with it."
Grimmjow prodded his way into Ichigo's sytem, sending shivers up and down Ichigo's spine. Ichigo's ass was taking a large load, and he was very well going into censory overload.
"Gah!.." Ichigo gasped, leaning into Grimmjow's member.
"That's right... fuck it." Grimmjow commanded, leaving his stiff dick in there for Ichigo to play with.
Ichigo loved what he was hearing and decided to follow orders. He placed his hands on the wall before him and began pushing off of it, sending Grimmjow's man meat to his prostate in a second. Ichigo was moaning like a bitch in heat, and began assaulting the wall pushing on it every half second causing his ass to violently engulf Grimmjow's length. Ichigo wasn't the only one turned on by the pornstar routine he was pulling. Grimmjow was moaning and arching into the ass that was graciously fucking his dick. Grimmjow put his arms around Ichigo's waist, so that his dick wouldn't come flying out of his hole at the speed they were going.
"Fuck-fuck kid. Gah...This ass has talent." Grimmjow muttered between lust filled breaths.
"God you're making my ass numb!" Ichigo yelled, one hand on the wall and now the other hand gripping onto the bean bag for life.
Grimmjow couldn't take how amazing the feeling of Ichigo's naturally ribbed ass was. He wanted to fuck his Ichigo good. So he tightned his grip on his waist and pounded into Ichigo in tune with Ichigo's hard dick humping. Ichigo's legs melted into each other from the frenzy and he kind of lost his balance fell a bit. But he was still determined, and continued to push off the wall double time to make up for his over arousal. Grimmjow was slamming into Ichigo like a crazy moron. His eyes were wild blue fireworks and his face looked like a sicko getting off on murdering someone. He was slipping in and out of Ichigo so hard, his balls sounded like clappers everytime they hit on Ichigo's skin.
"Aaaaghhh! I'm losing it! I'm fucking loosing it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Ichigo screamed.
"Agh!" Grimmjow yelled in a short spurt of breath. "You like that? You fucking like me screwing your twink like this?" Grimmjow yelled. "You like me going balls deep?"
"God. Yeesssssssssssssssssssssss!"
Grimmjow was about to lose it as well. He dug his fingernails into Ichigo's hip bones, and began cussing like a sailor.
"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in your ass." Grimmjow said, breathless.
Grimmjow pounded into Ichigo for the last time before he erupted inside of him causing a gooey mess in Ichigo. Ichigo came the second Grimmjow came, spewing his cum all over the bean bag chair. Grimmjow fell backward on the hardwood floor hyperventalating and grabbing his head in exhaustion. Ichigo fell where he was, also out of breath.
"You..were..serious." Ichigo breathed.
"Damn right Kurosaki..." Grimmjow exhaled.
Ichigo used his arms to propel him along the floor. His legs were useless to him at this point. He went to where Grimmjow was on the floor and collapsed his face on his chest. Grimmjow began stroking Ichigo's hair lightly.
"You know, my roommate is going to kill you when he finds out about this." Ichigo muttered, drawing circles on Grimmjow's chest.
"Why is that?"
"He's been wanting to fuck me ever since he met me. But I have this strict no fucking until after graduation rule." Ichigo said, still dazed.
"Well... I guess he's not ever going to fuck you then, cuz I got dibs on this ass for a long long time." Grimmjow whispered, lightly grabbing Ichigo's ass. "Where is your roommate anyways?"
"Ohh...shit. He's in the room." Ichigo said, suddenly freightened Renji might've heard.
"Relax. Don't you think he wouldv'e outted us a long time ago?"
"Maybe your right.." Ichigo said, snuggling closer to his new lover.
Ichigo grabbed a blanket that was on the couch and draped it over the two bodies. Little did he know that Renji was on the other side of the door, listening intently and crying his eyes out.