Chapter Two: Beware Good Dick
This is the least fun I've had in a very long time. If it weren't for the fact that I'm trying to help my best friend escape traumatization, I would have my ass right in my bed, with an express ticket to sleep-land. Instead, I'm sitting here in Lucid getting my nerves stomped on by countless sorry motherfuckers. Being honest, some of these lames are the exact type of dudes I'd be fucking with if I hadn't made the quick decision to get my life together. Thank the Lord for looking out for me.
I've just ordered another glass of Jack when I spot something of interest at the entrance. I don't think I've ever seen anyone as tall as this dude before. He's got to be at least seven feet tall. Shit, he's low key fine as hell though. Looking like a sexy ass pirate and shit. But once again, he seems like the same type of ain't shit motherfuckers I'm trying to get away from.
I direct my attention back to the crowd, spotting Shinji almost instantly. I kind of envy the way he always seems to be having the time of his life wherever he goes. He's so laid back about pretty much everything and he doesn't have a problem getting with whomever he wants. Lucky bastard. I sip from my drink and scan the crowd again. There's no one here for me. At least not the way I see it. A presence next to me distracts me from my thoughts and I sigh as I take another sip.
"The answer is no."
"Damn, ya ain't even let me say shit yet," a deep, husky voice says, and I shudder involuntarily. I peek out of the corner of my eye and see something that catches my attention. This guy has fucking blue hair. Who in the fuck. . .?
I turn towards this guy, and I am immediately interested. He's tall, not as tall as that other dude, but definitely taller than me. His body is built, from what I can tell, and he smells fucking fantastic. Shit, it must be my lucky night.
"Okay. Say shit then," I say, smugly.
"Shit. Now i'on' even know what to say," he says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Oh yeah? What's got you at a loss for words?"
"Can I be honest?" he asks, taking the seat next to me. I nod and he smiles. Damn he's so gorgeous I could cry. "Your eyes."
"Huh?" I ask dumbly, and he laughs.
"Your eyes are what's fuckin' up my game."
"Why? They're just brown eyes," I respond, turning away from him to hide the blush that's forming as a result of his compliment.
"Nah, they ain't just brown," he says, and he reaches out and touches my face, turning me back toward him. He looks into my eyes with his, and I see so many shades of blue in them; I see the ocean, the night sky, and everything in between. Fucking amazing. "They're chocolate and caramel and amber and gold. They sparkle in the light like hidden treasure in a dark cave. In other words, fuckin' amazin'."
Well, shit. Just fuck me up.
I pull away from him, trying not to fan myself like some woman in heat. This guy's game is too damn strong.
"So what's someone with eyes like yours doing sittin' at a bar all by himself?"
"I'm just here with my friend," I reply, pointing out Shinji in the crowd. "He needed to get out of the house for a while." Blue puts a hand over his muscular chest and exhales.
"Thank goodness."
"What do you mean?"
"I thought I was gon' have to fight ya boyfriend for leavin' ya alone."
Oh my goodness. Oh my damn. Be still my beating heart.
"Well, don't worry about that. I'm all alone," I say, hoping I don't sound too desperate. Blue gives me another one of those heart-stopping smiles, and I lose my breath.
"What's your name, baby?" he asks, taking my hand in his.
"Uh, it's I-Ichigo." Fuck, he's got me stuttering like a goddamned teenager. It's made worse when he brings my hand up to his lips, brushing them across his knuckles.
"Well, Ichigo, I'm Grimmjow, and I'd hate to see you all alone for the rest of the night. Maybe I can keep you company?"
Hot damn, it is my lucky night! I smile and lean towards him, looking at him through my lashes.
"Your place or mine?"
"That's up to you, baby," he says, leaning in and kissing my neck. My eyes drift shut and I bite back a moan as I feel his teeth brush against my skin. Damn, we haven't even left yet and he's driving me insane. Fuck, I almost forgot about Shin.
"Wait, wait," I say, pushing him away reluctantly. "My friend won't have a ride home if I leave." Grimmjow looks around, smirking when he looks at a section further down the bar.
"Don't worry, baby. My best friend seems to have taken a likin' to him. Look." I look in the direction he gestured toward, just in time to see the Sexy Pirate grab Shinji's wrist and drag him towards the bathroom. Shin doesn't seem to have a problem with it, but I'm still worried. Grimmjow must be able to tell, because he kisses my hand again, looking at me with lust darkened eyes. "C'mon, baby. He's in good hands, just like you are."
I ponder this for a second before I relent with a nod.
"Alright, let's go to my place. You can follow me."
"A'ight, lemme send my friend a message," Grimmjow says, and I nod again, standing from my seat. I'm getting out my wallet to pay for my drinks when Grimmjow stops me. "I got'chu, baby." He pulls out his own wallet and throws two crisp hundred dollar bills on the counter. "That'll cover ya friend's drinks too. Let's go."
Shit, I hate to say I'm impressed. That's definitely a step up from the lames I'm used to. But I'm not stupid either.
Yeah, I'll admit Grimmjow has it going the fuck on from what I've seen. He's hella fine, and apparently rich, and I'll put money on it that his dick is bomb, but my mama ain't raise no fool. It's been awhile since I've had some good dick, so I'm going to get this. After tonight though, I don't have any plans to see him again. He probably feels the same way. So when I see him unlock the doors to a mighty fine black Cadillac Escalade and climb into the driver's seat, I don't faint like I normally would. I just hop my ass in my mediocre navy blue Camaro and drive out of the parking lot, making sure he's following me. No need to make this any more than what it is, right?
I put my truck in park next to Ichigo's Camaro. He lives in an upscale apartment complex not far from my subdivision. That'll make it much easier for me to dip out when I'm done. I get out of my truck and lock the doors behind me, jogging to catch up with the oranget, who's already standing at the entrance to the building. He gestures for me to follow him, and I do, although I lag behind to get a good look at his ass. Damn, it's as fucking perfect as the rest of him. Oh, I haven't mentioned how perfect he is, have I? Well lemme fill you the fuck in.
He's just a bit shorter than me, about five eleven or six foot even; his body is lissome and decorated with flawless, slightly tanned skin. He's got amazing bone structure, and lemme tell you about those eyes, those goddamned gorgeous almond shaped eyes. They're the most beautiful thing about him, not that the rest isn't fucking spectacular. They're just so fucking captivating. And his name is fucking sexy too. Ichigo. I ain't heard a name like that before. I think he might be Asian. I ain't ever fucked an Asian before, but I guess that's about to change tonight.
We cross the lobby of the building, climbing onto the elevator. He presses the button for the seventh floor. As soon as the doors close, I move to where he is, completely invading his space. He looks up from his phone, stealing my breath with those pretty eyes. I lean in, stopping short of kissing him. We share breaths for a few short seconds before he closes the space between us. Fuck his lips are soft as hell. I trap him with my arms on either side of his head, and prod at his lips with my tongue. He allows me entrance, and I take my time, exploring every crevice of his mouth. He tastes amazing, like something fruity and like Jack Daniels and sex. I slide one of my hands down his side, lifting his shirt and teasing the skin underneath it. He groans into my mouth, thrusting his hips against mine shallowly.
"Fuck, yer so sexy," I breath against his lips. He wraps his arms around my neck, tugging at the hair there. How did he know that that is one of the things that turns me on like nothing else?
"Do you have any idea how much I want you to fuck me?" he asks. I think I might cry. Fuck, if he keeps this up, we aren't gonna make it to his apartment.
Praise be to the Lord for saving me from myself. The bell dings and the doors to the elevator slide open. Ichigo grabs my wrist and pulls me down the hallway. We stop in front of a door marked with 715. He gets his keys out and unlocks the front door, leading me inside.
"Can you take your shoes off please?" he asks. Why is it that everything this guy does turns me on? The simple, docile request has heat pooling in my groin, and the fluid way he slips off his Vans makes me shudder with desire. He's a walking porno, and he's not even trying.
I bend over and unlace my boots, sliding them off and placing them next to his shoes. He turns away from me, gesturing for me to follow him with a simple hand motion. I don't need much else to be following him like a bloodhound hot on the trail of a fox. He leads me through a sitting area, down a hallway, and into his bedroom. Straight to the chase, just the way I like it. Damn, he's more perfect by the minute.
"Do you prefer to top or bottom?" he asks, strutting over to his nightstand. I shrug, even though his back is turned and he can't see me.
"Don't really matter to me," I respond, nonchalantly. He turns back around, dropping a bottle of lube and a few condoms on the bed.
"Me either. How's about we rock, paper, scissors for it?" I laugh and he joins in. It's a good idea though.
"A'ight, let's do that."
"One go, or best two out of three?"
"I'm all in."
"Alright."
We position our fists in front of each other's, and Ichigo counts to three. I throw out scissors while he does paper.
"Looks like I win," I say, smiling deviously. The smile he gives in return is just as mischievous as my own, if not more so.
"This time. Now get out of those clothes so we can get to business," he says, and he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing an amazing swimmer-like physique. I bite my lip, looking him over as he slides out of those tight jeans he's wearing. His legs go on forever, and they look powerful and sinewy. Fuck, I can't wait to have those legs up on my shoulders. "You gonna stare at me all night or are we fucking?"
I shake my head to pull myself out of the trance he has me in, and I start to undress. By the time my sweater is off and folded, Ichigo is standing in nothing but a tight pair of black boxer briefs. I notice a tattoo of something in another language right above the waistband of his underwear. It looks Japanese, but I've only seen the symbols for that language on a few occasions, so I could be wrong. No matter what language it's in, it's sexy as hell and I want nothing more than to run my tongue over every line there. I finish undressing down to my boxers quickly, and place my clothes down in an armchair next to his dresser. When I turn back around, he's looking at me inquisitively.
"What?" I ask. He laughs softly as he sits down on his bed.
"I've never seen someone fold their clothes before they fuck. It's just odd, is all." I shrug as I join him on the bed.
"Well, maybe you ain't ever been wit' someone who was wearing a fifteen hundred dollar sweater." He rolls his eyes and lays back against his pillows.
"Who pays fifteen hundred dollars for a sweater?"
"Me. . .the fuck?" He laughs again as I sit down next to him. I like his laugh; it's kind of raspy and chirpy. His eyes crinkle at the corners, and he's got a cute set of dimples. Shit, what the hell am I doing? I'm supposed to be diving in, not admiring his laugh. Fuck's wrong with me?
"You gonna join me?" he asks, pulling me out of my revery. I turn to him and he gestures with his index finger for me to come to him. I crawl over to him on all fours, and wrap my arm around his slim waist.
"A'ight, I'm here. What'chu wanna do?" He winds his arms around my neck, pulling me closer to him and brushing his soft lips against mine. He grips the hair at the base of my neck again and I bite my lip as he spreads his legs, causing our erections to rub slightly. Even through the fabric of our underwear, the short touch is enough to have me hissing.
"I have a few ideas, but they require the removal of these obstacles," he says, sensually, and I smirk, tugging at the waistband of his underwear. He lifts that perfect ass of his, allowing me to remove them, and I'm surprised when a rather impressive erection springs free. I mean, it ain't as big as mine or nothing, but it ain't small either. I wrap my hand around it, and his back arches a bit as he lets out a breathy moan. So sexy.
"Are you sure you're ready?" I ask, as he writhes underneath me. There ain't nothing I love more than a super sensitive partner. He nods as I kiss him again, using my tongue to make a mental map of his tasty mouth. After a while, I pull away, but only to taste more of him. His breathing accelerates as I run my tongue from the shell of his ear to his collarbone and start sucking on it.
"I was born ready, baby," he breathes into my ear. He pulls back, giving me this heated look. His eyes are darker than they were before, and his cheeks are flushed revealing a lovely spray of freckles. Goddamn, he's so fucking gorgeous, and I find myself shuddering yet again as he drags his fingertips down my back, working his hands into my boxers. He massages the muscle of my ass, before he pushes the underwear off, releasing my leaking appendage from its confines. I bite my lip as he brings his hand around and gives me a stroke. He looks at me with those dark, lustful eyes, smirking as he asks, "Can I suck your cock?"
"The fuck, duh," I respond, and Ichigo laughs, pushing me back until I'm perched on my knees.
He places a sensuous kiss on my chest, running his tongue between my pecs and down to my abs. His eyes never leave mine as he teases my Adonis lines with his tongue. He wraps his right hand around the base of my dick, his lips pausing just above the tip. I'm dying for him to get started, but he seems to be playing with my emotions. Just as I'm about to scold him, he opens his mouth, and I'm forced to choke back a loud moan as he takes nearly all of my girth in one go.
"Fuck," I say under my breath, grabbing a handful of fluffy orange hair as Ichigo's head bobs up and down enthusiastically. He deepthroats me for a while before he pulls back, using the tip of his tongue to tease my slit. Fuck, this has to be what heaven feels like. He smiles up at me, his lips glistening with saliva.
"You taste good," he says. That is so disrespectful. Who gave him the fucking right to be this sexy?
"Aight, forget this. I'm finna fuck the shit outta you. Any objections?" I ask, as I push him so he's on his back again. "Speak now or forever hold your peace." Ichigo leans up, pressing his lips against mine.
The kiss is slow, languorous, and nasty, our tongues dancing a heated tango as I grip a handful of his tantalizing backside. He moans into the kiss, reaching between us to stroke my dick again. I break the lip-lock, reaching for the lubricant and popping the lid open. After I get three of my fingers dripping with the clear substance, I spread Ichigo's legs wide, and push the first of the three in knuckle-deep.
"Fuck. . ." he breathes out, his voice shaky already. Damn, I can't wait to hear what sounds he makes when I get this dick in them walls. By the time I put my third finger in, Ichigo is swearing like a trucker, and my dick is hard enough to cut diamonds. I grab the condom, tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it on. As I position myself at his entrance, I give him a devilish smile.
"Hold your breath," I say, and he gives me an inquisitive look.
I don't give him time to register the command before I ram into him, fully sheathing myself inside him. His back arches and his mouth opens but nothing comes out. I give him a little time to adjust before I start to move. His breathing is ragged and he's biting his fist so hard, I think he might draw blood. I need him to hurry up and adjust, because I'm dying over here. The tight, wet heat surrounding me is driving me insane with lust, and I feel this animalistic desire to destroy. After a few minutes, I feel him wiggle his hips a little and he says something but I can't understand what it is.
"What?"
"I said," he opens his eyes, burning me with a smoldering stare, "fuck me."
There it is.
I lift both his legs up to my shoulders and set a brutal pace, pounding into him with force and velocity. He cries out, dragging his nails down my biceps. I hiss, but keep up my rhythm, feeling his tight walls clench around me. I let out a groan as I pull almost all the way out of him and slam myself back in.
"Ah, fuck! Fuck, do that again!" Ichigo screams, and I repeat the action as he continues to curse and moan. "Fuck, Grimmjow, fuck. . ."
My eyes roll back in ecstasy at the sound of him growling my name. My thrusting picks up and he swears louder, clawing at my arms.
"You like that, baby?" I ask, and Ichigo nods frantically, apparently unable to form a coherent sentence. That just won't do. Though it kills me, I stop moving completely. Ichigo's eyes snap open and he glares fiercely.
"What the fuck?" I smirk mischievously as he continues to frown.
"I wanna hear you scream," I say, and he rolls his eyes.
"You would if you'd just -"
I cut him off with a harsh thrust. He lets out a choked cry, glaring icily at me. I resume my brutal pace, his moans filling the room with reverberations.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, harder! Oh my fucking God, fuck me harder, Daddy." I stop again as Ichigo slaps his hand over his mouth. My eyebrows are currently resting somewhere near my hairline. Did he just say daddy? He glares at me and removes his hand from his mouth. "If you stop one more time. . ."
"I'm sorry, but daddy?" I inquire, barely containing my amusement at this revelation.
"You know what, fuck this," Ichigo says, pushing me away. He's turning over trying to get from underneath me. The fuck? I know he don't think he's getting out of here unfucked. Especially not after throwing that "daddy" shit out. Oh hell nah.
"Bring that ass back here, boy," I say, gripping his hips so that he's forced to prop himself up on his hands and knees. Without warning, I slam into him and he cries out again, gripping the sheets.
"Oh shit! Fuck, daddy, that feels so good!"
"You like how daddy makes you feel, baby?" I ask, surprised at myself. I didn't think I'd be into something like this, but hearing it come from Ichigo's mouth has me gone.
"Yes, daddy, you make me feel so good," he whines, arching his back and rolling his hips against mine. "Fuck, you're so big, daddy."
"Shit," I growl, reaching in front of myself and gripping his soft orange hair. I pull him up until he's sitting in my lap, and I never lose the stroke as I reach around and grip his adamantine erection. He whimpers pitifully, his breaths coming out sharp and choppy.
"You're fucking me so good, daddy," he moans. He reaches around, gripping my hair tightly as his breathing accelerates even more. "Daddy, yes, I'm so close. Fuck me harder."
I push him back to his previous position and grip his hips yet again, ramming myself into him and hitting his prostate over and over again. He yells loudly each time, and I can't help but smirk cockily, loving the way I'm making him come undone.
"Fuck, daddy, fuck yes, just like that!" he screams. "I'm gonna come, daddy! Please make me come!"
I pull out, flipping him over so that we're in our initial position and bring his legs back up to my shoulders, pushing myself back inside him. Ichigo pants, and writhes, and moans, and I take in the sight of it all. He's fucking beautiful and every move he makes turns me on to the fullest. I reach out, wrapping my hand around his turgid length, tugging at it quickly. He digs his nails into my arms, his body convulsing as his release paints his abdomen. His hole clenches around me, and I let out a groan of my own as I climax and nearly collapse on top of him. He rolls from underneath me just before I fall onto my back, panting.
"Bathroom?" I ask. Ichigo points at a door on the other side of the room, and I get up, disposing of the condom and returning to the room climbing back into his bed.
"Fuck. I can't remember the last time I got dicked down like that," Ichigo says, running a hand through his hair that's dripping with sweat. I smirk at his comment, reaching for his television remote on his nightstand. I snatch one of his pillows from behind him, propping myself up and turning on the TV.
"What'chu wanna watch?" I ask. When I don't get an answer, I turn to see Ichigo giving me an inquisitive look.
"Umm, I wanna watch you grab your fufu lame ass sweater and walk your fine ass the fuck out my damned apartment. You don't pay that cable bill."
Damn. That stings a little.
"You serious?" I ask, and Ichigo snatches both his remote and his pillow away from me.
"As a motherfucking heart attack, babe. Feel free to make yourself a sandwich on your way out, since breakfast is not complimentary. Use the bread labeled 'one-night stands'. Don't touch my Wonder bread, or I'ma be touching you. I know exactly how much Miracle Whip is in the jar so don't test me, and do not - I repeat do not touch my Black Forest ham. I'm serious about my deli meats." I'm still looking at him in awe as he slides out of the bed, making his way to his bathroom. After a minute or two, he calls from there, "I don't hear keys! I should hear keys!"
I jump out of the bed, feeling a little more than pissed off. How the fuck is he just gonna kick me out like this? Then again, I didn't really have any intention of sticking around when I first got here. For some reason I just felt the need to be around him. I guess the feeling isn't mutual. Once I've finished redressing, Ichigo still hasn't come out of the bathroom. I guess this is it then. I shrug and stroll out of the bedroom and make my way to the kitchen. May as well take him up on the sandwich offer.
I'm lying on my couch staring at the ceiling when I hear my front door opening. Only one other person besides me has a key to my apartment, so I'm not alarmed. Not that I'd be able to do much about it if I was, to be honest. I am a mess. Shinji rounds the corner, gasping at my disheveled state.
"Ichi, what the hell is wrong with ya?" he asks, sitting down in one of the armchairs, giving me a concerned look. I sigh, covering my eyes with one of my arms.
"I'm a goner, Shin," I reply, and I hear Shinji sigh.
"What're ya talkin' about, Ich?"
"He. . .he destroyed me. He devastated me. He fucked my soul out. He fucked my life-force out. Before him, I was a twenty-seven year old ER physician with his whole life ahead of him, and now I need Iyanla to fix my life, because he dicked me down into the ground. I can't even walk straight. Beware good dick, Shin. Beware good dick," I say, shaking my head solemnly. Shinji had started laughing about halfway through my speech, and I sat up on the couch, frowning at him. "This is serious."
"Oh my God, I'm so done with you! I thought ya had a disease or somethin'! Yer so fuckin' dumb! If he dicked you down like that, then where the hell is he?" he asks. I flop back down on the couch, letting out a sigh.
"I kicked him out."
"Really? Why?" I shrug and Shinji scoffs. "Wow, you really are dumb. Tell me you got his number?" Shinji groans when I shake my head. "Ugh. I left my fucking phone in Captain Jack Sparrow's car."
"Guess you're gonna have to get a new one, because there's no way we're seeing those fuckers again," I reply dryly. Shinji sighs as he makes his way into my kitchen. After a second, he shrieks. "Please tell me you didn't see a rat," I call.
"Okay, I didn't see a rat. . .but this might be worse."
I get up from the couch then, making my way to the kitchen on wobbly legs. Seriously, he fucked me all the way up. I don't even think Kensei ever dicked me down that good, and I considered him the best I ever had. Until last night that is. I couldn't even go to work today. Maybe I made a mistake kicking Grimmjow out like that. Then again, it isn't like he wouldn't have done the same thing to me if I was at his house snatching pillows and turning on the goddamned TV like I lived there. I don't know; maybe I should give him another chance? When I step into my kitchen and see the sorry state it's in, that last thought immediately leaves my head and is replaced with only one other one.
This motherfucker.
This is a mess. He left the bread open on the counter, so I know it's already more than halfway on its way to making good croutons, and it isn't the bread I told him to use, either; it's my motherfucking Wonder bread. The Miracle Whip jar is on the counter, and it's nearly empty, the fucker. I step around the island and look into the sink seeing a butter knife that looks like it's been slathered with my goddamned Miracle Whip. I'm already livid, but if I look in this refrigerator and see. . .
"Damn, Ichi. What'd ya do to make him do all this?" I ignore Shinji's question as I open my refrigerator, feeling the blistering fury reverberate through my body.
This motherfucker.
Stole.
My Black Forest ham.
Out the corner of my eye, I catch a Post-It note with words scribed on it in semi-neat handwriting stuck to the freezer door.
Fuck yo deli meats, bitch! If you have a problem with it, call me xoxo Grimmjow, followed by a series of numbers.
Oh, I'll be calling his ass alright. This'll be the first and last time he fucks with my deli meats. Believe that.
"We got a fuckin' problem, G," Nnoi practically shouts after he busts into my house. I look at him like he's lost his mind, because he clearly has.
"Umm, you forgot how to knock or ring a damn doorbell?"
"Boy, I got a goddamn key, play me tomorrow," he says as he flops his gangly body down next to me on the couch. "What'chu playin'?"
"Mortal Kombat X, fuck it look like? Now what's the damn problem that got you bustin' up in my house like you 5-0?" Nnoitra rustles around in his pocket for a minute before he pulls out a shiny iPhone. "Who phone?"
"That blond faggot."
"Language, motherfucker," I spit. He rolls his good eye, tossing the phone on the coffee table. "You gon' give it back to 'im?"
"Nah, fuck 'im."
"Betcha want to~" I tease, but really he walked right into that one. He pulls a disgusted face and I laugh so hard that I have to pause my game.
"Shut the fuck up."
"Well, what the fuck ya want me to do about it?" I ask, once I calm myself down enough to speak.
"Ya ain't get that ginger's number?"
I immediately frown when Nnoi brings up Ichigo. The shit he pulled pissed me the fuck off. I mean, it ain't like I wouldn't have done some of the same shit if he'd been trying to get comfortable in my house, but shit I was tired. He coulda cut me some slack. And that sandwich shit was foul too. Not only did he literally have a loaf of bread labeled "one-night stands", but it wasn't even a loaf. It was nothing but the end pieces of other loaves. And if he thought I wasn't about to get some of that Black Forest ham, he thought wrong. That's why I got all of it. Fuck outta here.
"Nah, I ain't get his petty ass number. But speaking of him, where my money?" I ask, holding my hand out. Nnoitra slaps it with his own. "Boy don't get that ass beat."
"Fool, ya know I ain't got that much on me. Lemme go to the ATM; in the meantime, ya need to be findin' that traffic cone's number, because ain't no damn way I'm givin' that faggot this phone myself."
I roll my eyes, and just as Nnoi is about to leave, my cell chimes alerting me to a message. It's from a number I don't recognize.
"Hol' up for a sec, fam," I say, because I have a feeling I know who this is. My feeling is confirmed as fact when I open the message and see a grocery list. I shake my head as Nnoi leans over my shoulder looking at my screen.
"Who the hell sent ya a damned grocery list?" he asks.
"That's him."
"He fuckin' petty, man. Tell 'im to come get his boy's phone."
"Okay, but that's petty. How 'bout I tell him -" I'm interrupted by my phone chiming again, another message from Ichigo appearing on the screen.
And tell Cptn. Jack Sparrow he needs to give Shinji his phone back.
"That's it, I'ma beat his lil twink ass. Find 'im," Nnoi says, before he leaves my house, slamming the front door behind him. I just shake my head, smirking as I text Ichigo back,
Aight, but when you gon let me hit again? I only have to wait a few seconds before the response comes,
When I get my goddamned deli meats and the temperature in hell drops to absolute zero.
Rude. We'll see about that though. He won't be able to resist me for long. Fuck his deli meats.
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