Suppose I'd better put a daft disclaimer in – Don't own Bleach related story lines, characters etc just borrow them to play with. This disclaimer is relevant to all chapters I have put up, or will put up for this story. Have to say that cos I will so forget to put one up for each chapter. Anyhooo,
"Earth to Ichi, come in Ichi."
Ichigo suddenly jerked straight as a wad of tissue landed on his open book. Looking up from where he was sprawled on his bedroom floor he pulled his red headphones off his head and glared at the figure in the door. He batted the hankie off his text and pushed himself onto his knees, taking the weight on his hands at first and pulling his long legs under him. He pushed up and stood tall, hulking over the figure in the door way,
"Ya know if you want me to cum all over my brand new trousers you might have said so." The blond smirked, rubbing at his groin unsubtly.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "What do you want Shinji, how did you get in in the first place?"
"Orihime gave me her key before she went on holiday, you know for emergencies." Shinji's lewd smile left Ichigo in no doubt what kind of emergencies Shinji was thinking about. "I mean Ichigo, just think, if something was to happen to you, no one would find your long, lean body for weeks, all those muscles would just waste away, and that skin, it would just cling to those bones of yours." Shinji bit his lower lip to add effect.
Ichigo rolled his eyes at the antics; it was nothing he hadn't heard before from the blond. Flirting was Shinji's main job in life, and he got as much practice in as possible on any suspect. Not that Shinji wouldn't jump at the chance of having Ichigo; they just didn't have the right connection for it. Shinji enjoyed life on the casual side, and fell in and out of love effortlessly. He knew that Ichigo was more conservative and took intimacy more seriously. He didn't seem to mind Shinji coating him in compliments and innuendoes, and didn't even take offence when Shinji drunkenly tried his hand a bit stronger. The larger man meant no when he said it, as Shinji learned the hard way and he wasn't afraid to use his training to defend his virtue. But in the morning, when Shinji had thought Ichigo would want nothing to do with him, the orange haired man was in the Student Union at 11am as usual for their morning coffee, tea for Ichigo, with a wry smile on his face at the other's clear hangover. The other friends at the table stayed none the wiser about his faux pas the night before, a fact Shinji was thankful for.
"As to why I am here, a little birdy has been talking about this gorgeous red head that was playing basketball this morning out on the Meadows. Lots of compliments about the man's legs and his speed. If I can remember correctly, I believe the exact phrase was orange topped sex. As you are the only orange haired male I know of I thought I would come and enquire. Were you playing basketball today? And if you were, why was I not invited to join in?"
Ichigo nearly laughed in surprise. "Play basketball, you? Really?"
Shinji looked away and shrugged at the derision in the voice. "I can be athletic when the situation demands it."
Ichigo stepped closer, out of character but he felt a bit bold. He looked right down at the blond, drawing a soft gulp out of his throat at his nearness. "The only time you like to sweat is when you are under someone, writhing." Ichigo brushed past the shorter man making sure to skim his bare chest along his arm.
Shinji gave himself a moment to breath before following Ichigo into his tiny kitchen. "So, any hot blooded male should feel the same. Others who choose to release their tensions with sports and running don't know what they are missing." Shinji attempted a dig at Ichigo, but was still on the back foot due to the other's boldness.
Ichigo just smiled and shrugged. He reached into the little silver fridge under the countertop and drew out a juice box. Ripping off the straw and spearing the foil dot he looked at Shinji expectantly.
"I grew out of those a while ago, something you should consider. Most student fridges are full of beer."
Ichigo just shrugged, his lips already round the straw. He sucked the juice out, making the carton deflate with the pressure. Shinji held back a shudder. Ichigo leaned back onto the units behind him, one hand in his low slung jeans pocket.
"You know, I hear the boys you were playing with were quite hot. Nnoitra, Ulquiorra and Grammjaw."
"Grimmjow," Ichigo corrected. Seeing Shinji's shit eating grin he knew he had just walked into trouble.
"Oh yes, Grimmjow, my mistake. Where do you know them from?" Shinji leaned down and rested his chin on one hand, elbow on the counter.
"I don't know them, saw them playing and was asked to sub in when Grimmjow's partner had to go. We won and I left."
"What no exchange of phone numbers, or anything?" Shinji couldn't believe his friend's naivety.
Ichigo shrugged as he sucked the last juice out of the box and crushed it in his hand. "Just exchange of names, and he thanked me, after nearly crushing my ribs."
"Ooooh, physical contact Ichigo? How unlike you." Shinji's eyes glinted.
Ichigo felt his face heat slightly. "He was just excited after the game."
Shinji's grin got wider. "Excited you say."
Ichigo was spared retaliating by a knock at the door. He instantly tensed and Shinji straightened going to the door instead. "Relax Ichigo; it's just Rukia and Renji. I think they've got Toshiro with them as well."
Ichigo calmed himself down, chastising himself for still getting uptight at unknown visitors. Shinji had given him a fright earlier, appearing in the flat but somehow a knock at the door got him riled up. Ichigo snagged his friend's arm as the others piled into the living room.
"Shinji, you said a little bird told you about the game, who was it?"
The famous grin split Shinji's face again at the hope in the warm brown eyes. "Oh, no one you know. Let's call him a mutual friend of mine and your teammate."
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Grimmjow threw his controller down in disgust. Beaten by the undead hoard didn't usually get him riled up, usually he'd just restart the game and upgrade his weapons. This time he was struggling to concentrate. It didn't help that he had company in the living room watching him, and commenting, a lot.
"This is so violent you know, it really is a sad day for our society if we have to use such gore and violence to entertain us. I mean no wonder children are so uncivilised nowadays with games like this as role models."
Grimmjow was doing his best to tune out the repetitive commentary on life coming from the very small boy like man on the recliner. It was bad enough he was on Grimmjow's favourite chair, but to sit and diss his favourite game while doing so was getting him more and more pissed off.
"You know what you can do if you don't like it? Fuck off!" Grimmjow snarled the last part out as his game reset.
Luppi blinked his large lilac eyes at the vulgar language directed at him. He closed his eyes and turned his face away. Shutting his mouth for the first time.
Grimmjow scowled and muttered to himself. The little fag came round to hang out with the equally depressing Kiora, but he of course was snowed under fulfilling his end of the bet, leaving the effeminate male in the living room pissing off Grimmjow. In a way, Grimmjow felt cheated out of his win, he'd rather be scrubbing the kitchen than getting lectured by this sorry excuse for a male.
He remembered the first time he met Luppi; the boy was terrified of him, and then crushed on him something awful. One drunken night when Grimmjow was sleepily enjoying his jeaggermeister high he looked down to see a head of black hair in between his legs and the owner running his tongue along his thigh from his knee. Grimmjow had slammed his knees together, stunning the boy and shoved him away. Grimmjow wasn't against male attention but it had to be between equals, tall hard bodies turned him on, not small soft female forms that happened to have a dick.
The boy had not made another move on him, nor had either of them mentioned the event but it didn't stop the boy coming to see Ulquiorra, and pestering Grimmjow if he was there.
The thought of tall, hard bodies had him dredge his memory for the feeling of holding the kid from earlier in his arms. Sure it was a manly bear hug, lasting only seconds, nothing to scare a straight man but he felt the slim waist and hard abs crushed against his own. Grimmjow was proud of his form, broad shoulders, narrow waist and toned and corded limbs that came through years of training with free weights but the naturally fit body seemed to fit next to his. Grimmjow mentally shrugged. Would a gay man wouldn't have worn those shorts with a long sleeve t shirt, if he'd been showing off his legs to catch attention, he'd have had a tank top on to show his shoulders, the kid was clearly dressing for comfort, a very straight mentality that Grimmjow usually conformed to. An image of the shorts swam in his mind. When Ichigo had bent down the shorts rode up to let him glimpse the lower curves of a tanned ass. Grimmjow could feel himself stir down below; it had been a while since his last dalliance. Grimmjow considered heading out to find a willing partner for the night but he knew it would end up being female, and he wanted the fight and struggle that came with a male partner. They were just harder to find. Grimmjow sighed.
"Grimmjow, have you not heard anything I've said for the last five minutes?" The boy's face looked furious then Grimmjow glanced at it.
"Nope,"
"Why not?"
"I was thinking about a hot and hard body I had pressed to me this morning." Grimmjow smirked at his callous statement. He knew the boy still carried a candle for him.
"You mean Kurosaki Ichigo?"
Grimmjow bolted round to look at Luppi properly who was grinning like a loony, knowing he'd got one over on the other. "You know Ichigo?"
Luppi shrugged. "I know a friend of his. I was chatting on the way out of lectures, talking about the gorgeous orange haired man who'd joined you on the basketball court today and Shinji Hirako piped up. Seems the description I gave him sounded familiar."
Grimmjow felt a little ill that Luppi also felt Ichigo was gorgeous but for all he knew the kid was straight so no point in getting worked up by it. Shinji Hirako was a name that he recognised though, one of the biggest male whores on campus. Grimmjow's eyes lit up for a moment thinking that if he was friends with Ichigo then maybe they had similar preferences and principles but he quickly frowned. Ichigo didn't strike him as promiscuous, gay or straight.
"You know Grimmjow, Shinji's having a party on Saturday night at his flat. I've been invited, you and Ulquiorra could come along, I know Shinji won't mind." Luppi smiled sweetly knowing the larger man wouldn't hesitate at a party invite normally.
Grimmjow did his best to smile back at him.
