Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tite Kubo's characters, logos/clothing labels, or vehicles. I am not promoting the use of any type of illicit or prescribed drug use nor do I condone underage drinking, sex, adultery and the use of false I.D. All aspects of this storyare pure fiction and are intended for the enjoyment of mature audiences only.

Chapter Two:

Fear & Frustration

June 30, 2005

11:19 AM

Two weeks passed and absolutely nothing really seemed to be getting through to Ichigo, though Grimmjow was able to make a few keen observations.

Ichigo was the quietest kid one could even imagine; he hadn't spoken an entire sentence to Grimmjow that entire time. It was always, 'Yes', 'No', and occasionally Ichigo would grace Grimmjow with an 'Okay' or 'Whatever you say'. The blunet was starting to feel slightly offended, because if anything he was chill with the other teen. How was he supposed to teach if the other male wasn't putting forth the effort to learn? Sometimes it seemed that Ichigo was in his own world.

That morning they headed out into the woods in search of firewood that would last them for the remainder of summer, and even then Grimmjow couldn't stop himself from making more observations.

The strawberry didn't really look it at first, but he was pretty strong; the blueberry was impressed with how eager Ichigo was to work.

What the blueberry was further impressed with were Ichigo's physical aspects at that moment.

As the red head worked his biceps would flex and bulge.

His hair would shine, and his brown eyes would practically melt under the sun's enriched rays.

A scowl would contort his entire face as he chopped down tree after tree, and carried the massive arbor back to Grimmjow's truck.

The dirt and sweat on his brow which seemed to overshadow his standpat, conservative, timorous nature with a much more rugged, robust, masculine one that all men have.

Grimmjow would even catch his eyes drifting over to squatting technique as he lifted up logs; then with looking down at Ichigo's thin hips and chiseled thighs, his sapphire orbs would trail up to the firm, round rear-end that his snug jeans hugged for dear life.

Just the look of Ichigo in this current state was something Grimmjow hadn't seen before, and he truly did appreciate it. The strange thing about it was, he wasn't outright disgusted with himself admiring Ichigo's body. Grimmjow was just observing his protégé just as he was assigned to do, so there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Ichigo rubbed his forehead in attempts to get the sweat away from his eyes and said as he was slightly out of breath, "Do you think we collected enough?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. We're good."

"What now?"

A few seconds after his curt response, the red head quickly peeled off his shirt leaving him only in his dark violet skinny jeans. His freckled, toned chest glistened with perspiration while small beads of the sweat rolled down his chiseled abs.

"Uh..uh..lets go back to the cabin to er, rest for a little bit then we can chop up this wood."

Ichigo slung his shirt over his lentiginous shoulder after wiping the small bits of sweat from stomach, then shortly replied once more, "Okay."

Grimmjow had seen plenty of guys with just as great bodies as himself and he felt absolutely nothing, but when he looked at Ichigo he grew flustered. It was an unusual feeling that the blunet didn't want to explore.

He definitely wasn't in the right state of mind to drive anywhere, so Grimmjow tossed Ichigo his truck keys.

"Drive us back."

The younger teen caught the truck keys and flashed a coy grin.

Grimmjow had to admit that the red head had a great smile; pearly white teeth, soft-looking thin lips, and at last his cheeks had deep dimples that were accentuated with his constant blushing.

What the fuck was in his genes?

Grimmjow sat in the passengers seat, buckled himself up then lounged his seat back slightly so he could rest his eyes. After closing his weary optics he pressed the palms against the lids and let out a soft sigh; there was something about the strawberry that made him feel so strange. It was because in every aspect the he could think of, Ichigo was different; Grimmjow never met anyone like him before.

No one treated Grimmjow like a normal guy before; everyone on the team either idolized him or envied him so when Ichigo did neither it was a foreign feeling. Ichigo wasn't cocky or show-offish about his skills or his body like a typical surfer was.

Grimmjow had seen a lot of people, but never in his life had he seen a beauteous man before; the hair, the eyes, the face structure, his body, and even the scowl all seemed to emphasize each other. There wasn't a single imperfection about the orangette, and Grimmjow truly did try and find one.

The blunet took a couple deep breaths, sat up, then opened his eyes, he needed to change his train of thought; it wasn't right to feel so attracted to Ichigo.

It wasn't a physical attraction like he had with Nelliel, but it was something much profounder. Given, Ichigo acted like Grimmjow wasn't much most of the time, the kid's presence was still calming and oddly addictive.

The blunet smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand and jolted his head from side-to-side very concisely; what he was feeling was beyond words, and frankly it was easier to just say that he was sexually frustrated. He figured the only reason he was paying so much attention to Ichigo was because he hadn't gotten off in a while; that definitely needed to change.

The truck came to a complete stop and soon after Ichigo turned the engine off and turned to face Grimmjow with a docile grin. "How'd I do?" the strawberry said upon unbuckling his seat-belt.

"Well, we're still alive and my truck is in one piece. So, not too bad kid." he answered with a soft chuckle.

A brief laugh drew from Ichigo as well; it was the first time Grimmjow heard him laugh so it was a little surprising.

"Thank you." He said with another smile on his face as he stepped out of the drivers seat of the truck. Ichigo walked over to the bed of truck and lowered the tailgate.

Grimmjow stepped out of his side and walked over next to the strawberry to help him out, but what Ichigo did next completely caught him off guard.

Ichigo placed his hand on Grimmjow's shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze, "You seem wiped out, so why don't you take it easy while I take care of all this? "

Grimmjow gave a slight grin and amply shrugged his shoulders; he wasn't about to turn down an opportunity to relax. He could've used a cool shower anyway, the feeling of caked dirt and sweat wasn't too pleasant after all. Not to mention, he did have a 'rising' problem he needed to get rid of.

Damn sexual frustration.

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June 30, 2005

11: 47 AM

After spending a little more time with Grimmjow, Ichigo realized that he wasn't that bad of a guy after all. He was kind of cocky, but otherwise he was a great mentor; he was already learning so much. The only thing was that being around Grimmjow so much, made Ichigo feel really strange.

Whenever Grimmjow would get too close, Ichigo could feel his heart beat a little faster.

Whenever Grimmjow touched him Ichigo felt his stomach practically trying to devour itself.

Whenever Grimmjow would even utter 'Ichigo' from his full lips, he could feel his cheeks brighten.

Whenever Grimmjow would crack the dumbest joke, he would laugh a little too hard at them.

The worst out of them all of them were times like just now when he would catch Grimmjow just looking at him, watching him, and practically observing his every move. It wasn't the fact that Grimmjow was looking at him, it was how he was looking; the flawless cyan-emerald speckled sapphire eyes were so predatory.

Then to add salt to injury, when Ichigo would catch him staring, Grimmjow's eyes would somehow meet with his own. No matter if he were talking about his children or bragging about his skills, whenever their eyes met Grimmjow kept the same covetous, prehensile look in his eyes that Ichigo couldn't break away from.

Ichigo couldn't begin to describe how he felt about his blue haired mentor, because he truly had never felt that way toward anyone before.

It was simple to label the emotion as fear, because that had to have been the only explanation.

No matter how friendly or laid-back Grimmjow seemed, the man had the sole power to destroy any chance Ichigo had on the team; no one ever had so much control over his life before.

All he had to do was suck it up, do whatever his mentor told him to do no – overdo everything his mentor told him to do, and keep quiet. With all that in mind, the summer would surly just fly by and Ichigo would be on the team. Ichigo was going to turn that fear into determination, and utter submission.

With his new mentality in check Ichigo was able to load every bit of lumber from the bed of Grimmjow's truck in less than an hour.

Ichigo brought his forearm to his forehead to wipe away the sweat that threatened to get in his eyes, but only managed to smear it away just a bit.

"Damn it." The red head sighed as he looked up at the sun.

Sun's kicking my ass today.

All he needed now was to wash away all the perspiration, and dirt so he could chop up a couple logs so lunch could be prepared without the threat of dirty sweat cascading down into his eyes.

For the first time all summer, the lone teenager made his way toward the back entrance of the cabin, he vaulted over the short wooden railing of the rear porch, and slid open the glass door.

A soft sigh of sheer bliss left the strawberry as he finally escaped the wrath of the sun and was finally inside the cooler interior cabin; after taking off his socks and shoes at the patio door he gave quiet hiss as his sore overheated feet hit to cold tile floor.

Arigatō Kami.

With the bottom of his feet sticking to the tile as he slowly padded to the bedroom allowing for his tired orbs to clench closed for just a moment. When the red head took the final steps into the bedroom his honey chestnut eyes opened, and he threw his shirt to the ground.

Ichigo assumed that Grimmjow was on the beach laying down as he normally did when he was tired, so he undid his jeans. As he slowly inched toward the bathroom door which was left ajar for some reason, he began to tug down his black briefs, but when he pressed his hand to the door to open it his eyes widened his his jaw dropped.

Grimmjow was in the bathroom with his shirt off, and his bottoms pooled at his ankles; one arm was down wrapped around his stiff manhood as the other was planted firmly against the wall.

Ichigo could see everything, but Grimmjow didn't even notice he was looking as he was too focused on his own task.

Grimmjow had an overall tan everywhere, with no tan-lines either; meaning he either surfed naked or he tanned naked. Ichigo noted that Grimmjow still had the foreskin covering the head of his manhood, along with how much bigger Grimmjow was than himself. Not length wise, given his mentor did have an inch or two in length, but the man was very thick.

If the eyebrows, and eyelashes weren't an indicator that Grimmjow hadn't dyed his hair, then the faint blue trail of hairs down his navel leading down to a pit of pale cotton candy like blue pubic hairs were a dead giveaway.

Ichigo was sure that the man was built in the likeness of Adonis, as he had never seen so much muscle before; Grimmjow's shoulders, and back rippled with strong muscles. His lower back had small dimples in them, which only led to his bubble shaped ass.

Even from behind the sight of the blunet's heavy manhood was dropped between his legs ever so often before he picked it back up to stroke it a bit more. The only slight imperfection to the blunet's flawlessly tan skin was a Gothic tattoo on his back of the number six.

Ichigo got a helping eyeful of Grimmjow from, and he felt like he was going to practically melt simply because had never seen another person naked before. Seeing someone so perfectly sculpted, and angled in all the right place made him feel curious if not a bit aroused.

The red head was naïve, but he wasn't stupid, with the hushed moans, the furrowed eyebrows, and of course the repetitive stroking of his thick member Grimmjow was jerking off. It seemed that Grimmjow had been doing it for a while, because he was trembling, heavily breathing, and thickly swallowing. He had taken a shower already as his blue hair was flattened to his head, his muscular form was dripping with drips of water, and the scent of clean soap filled Ichigo's nostrils.

The one thing that Ichigo couldn't really decipher is why he was still creeping on his mentor, and especially why he getting turned on by wasn't gay, but he was curious as to what would happen next; he reached into his own underwear and clenched the shaft of his own stiff cock just to hold it.

A few minutes passed and Grimmjow only changed the way he was standing; one knee was bent on the closed toilet seat as his arm was now flattened against the wall with his forehead, and his clean undergarments were still pooled around his ankle, of the foot that was planted on the ground.

Ichigo had taken the liberty of pulling his underwear down just enough so he could stroke his own aching member with ease. Unlike Grimmjow's fast paced strokes and then complete stopping with a frustrated groan, Ichigo slowly toyed with himself. He took his bottom lip under the first row of his teeth to keep himself silent, as he knew that if were to get caught Grimmjow would kill him; as strange as it might sound that turned Ichigo on even more.

Since Ichigo was slowly stroking himself to his finish, his thick seed dribbled from the head and onto his hand; he couldn't stop himself from letting out a sharp gasp, then as his knees gave out and he slid down to sit on the cold tile ground he tried to regain himself. It had been years since he jerked off, and honestly he didn't know why he ever stopped, he felt great.

"FUCK!"

Something went wrong as Grimmjow barked out almost angrily which prompted the strawberry to flinch heavily and shut his eyes.

What happened?

Ichigo gradually opened his eyes to see Grimmjow completely sunken down panting and jolting lightly as the lavender-wallpapered wall he leaned on was dripping a viscous, cloudy white fluid. The blunet continued to slowly stroke himself just a few more times before completely stopping and eventually pushing himself off the wall. He picked up the dirty tank top he had on before, and wiped the wallpaper of his seed.

The voyeur orangette slowly stood to his feet and grabbed his own dirty shirt to get rid of the hot, sticky cum that was practically coating his hand. After he cleaned his hand off he pulled his underwear up onto his waist, and did an 180 to turn back toward the bathroom but bumped into his mentor who was leaving at the same time.

His hands were pressed against Grimmjow's naked chest, as his eyes were up staring into the cerulean pools. Neither of them spoke, but Ichigo could feel Grimmjow's heart racing in his chest. Ichigo wanted to look away, but he felt like Grimmjow's eyes were magnetized to keep him looking.

That fearful feeling washed over him once more, as the cobalt haired man's eyes narrowed. Ichigo wanted to speak, but his throat felt blocked, and even if he could talk he couldn't even think straight.

"You unload all that wood already?" The deep baritone voice spoke while resisting to break eye contact.

Ichigo bobbed his head weakly in response, then Grimmjow's lips formed into a smirk as he made his way past Ichigo.

"Good work, Strawberry." The deep voice boomed from behind, as simultaneously a rewarding smack connected with Ichigo's ass. If it weren't for the swat Grimmjow smacked onto Ichigo's taut rear, the orangette wouldn't have been able to move, let alone speak.

"Thank you, Grimm." Ichigo said softly as he slowly began to walk toward the bathroom. "I'll try to make my shower brief so I can chop the wood and make lunch."

"I'm feelin' a lot more energized, so I'll take care of that. You're a dirty strawberry, go shower."

Ichigo nodded his head once again and slowly stepped into the bathroom, but before he could close the door he heard Grimmjow speak, "Leave it open, don't worry I'm no Peepin' Tom."

Ichigo felt the blood slowly drain from his body as he heard the last two words.

Grimmjow knew Ichigo was watching?

Wait.

If he knew Ichigo was watching then why didn't he stop touching himself? Was he just joking around like usual or was he hinting at something else? He turned his head back to ask, but Grimmjow had already left. Ichigo just let out a brief sigh and turned to walk to his shower, leaving the door open as Grimmjow told him to.

A cold shower was definitely going to help.

July 15, 2005

9: 37 PM

Within a few moments it was already pitch dark outside, only the fire illuminating a small area around the men. Ichigo had finished more than enough ramen, and had been making small talk with Grimmjow. Nothing too remarkable or significant except for the fact that today was his sixteenth birthday.

"Here's to you Ichi, happy birthday dude."

The blunet opened up the bottle of strong dark liquor and took a heavy swallow from it, as he gulped it down he shuddered while his eyes clenched tight. When they opened again a half grin played on his lips, as he offered the bottle over to Ichigo.

The red head. was a bit hesitant but his curiosity overpowered it. He walked over to sit next to his cyan eyed instructor, then he grabbed the bottle and took a hearty gulp from it not knowing what to expect.

Immediately after he swallowed it his eyes shot open and he pulled the bottle from his lips and began coughing harshly. His eyes watered, his throat was on fire, and he felt like his insides were melting.

All he could hear was amused laughter from Grimmjow as a congratulatory smack was placed on his back while he slowly began to recover from the horrid experience.

"Fuck, that was horrible. Why didn't ya warn me Grimm?" the red head spoke lowly as he wiped his eyes from the tears that were involuntarily brought.

"Consider it a birthday gift, now you know what being a man is like. You'll get used to the burn though, just keep drinkin' it."

Ichigo didn't want to take another drink of the foul tasting liquor but his body had other plans as he downed a deep swallow from it.

It definitely burned a lot less and he could already tell he was a bit buzzed, he handed the bottle back to Grimmjow in which he took another swallow as well. Then they both laid back and stared up at the sky.

The effects of the alcohol seemed to quickly hit Ichigo as he felt pretty good, and a lot less anxious.

Grimmjow's deep voice rang in Ichigo's ear when he spoke so suddenly, "So, I'm a lil' curious about somethin'. Why didn't ya bring yer board? It's yer most valuable too physical object as a surfer, yet you didn't bring it."

Ichigo let his eyes slip closed as he spoke, his eyelids were a bit heavy but he wasn't really sleepy. "Well its kind of a long story, but I don't mind telling ya. My mom was a surfer, she introduced me to surfing even. When I was in third grade she drowned after saving me from drowning after being knocked off my board by putting me on her board and sending me back to the beach.

Because of this my dad—who keep in mind is sort of a huge dick—my dad hated that I surfed and tried to ban me from doing it. I started working for this dude who traded my labor for surfing lessons.

Whenever I could I would take my moms board and use that to practice on. He was a good friend of my dad's so he convinced him to let me use her board and to even surf but under his close supervision. When I made the team, and I was told to come out here to actually start my training my dad wasn't too happy. I told him I needed the board, and he said I couldn't take it because it was my mom's."

"Is that why ya were actin' so weird?" Grimmjow said a few seconds after Ichigo finished.

"Sorta. I never used any other board than my moms. I never would have made it this far without it, and I didn't want to mess up my one big chance just because I didn't have it."

"I'm sorry about yer loss, I can relate to it though. I lost my mom too."

"Yeah?" Ichigo asked softly upon sitting up and letting his eyes slide open. He reached over and grabbed the whiskey bottle and took a drink from it. There was still a light sting at his throat with a warm sensation in his stomach, but it wasn't as bad as his first time. When he finished it, he sat the bottle down between him and Grimmjow and spoke.

"Your mom died too?"

Grimmjow sat up and inched closer to the fire to move the burning logs around with a stick. "Not exactly.

See, my dad was sort of a big deal on the team. Everyone loved 'im. When he and my ma had me things were no different.

Being on this team is a huge commitment; yer away from yer home, and family too. It didn't really help that my ma' was his Fracción, which mean I got to see even less of both of 'em.

She did whatever my dad wanted, went where he went, and was truly his biggest fan. When I say I lost my mom, I say it as in...she chose to be his wife than to be my mother. If I were to fall and scrape my knee, I didn't have a mom to kiss it and make it better, so there was no point in crying.

Being eight years old, and having to fight for your mom's affection isn't doesn't feel good at all Ichi. To truly gain my mom's attention I figured it was to surf, I mean my dad was already forcing me to train anyway so there was no point in fighting my destiny.

Anyway, he and my ma split on me when I was yer age, and now everyone sorta expects all this stuff from me because he was my dad ya know? I got his legacy to fill.

"My dad was never around because he was always workin' and my ma? She chose my dad over me, and she doesn't even know it.

I'd never put my son or my daughter what they put me through. No matter how much I work, my kids will know how much I love them."

Grimmjow broke the stick he had in his hand then tossed both pieces into the fire before continuing,

"Other than that things aren't that bad. I gotta real babe back home, her name's Nel. She gave me Grimmjow Jaegerjaques III. Oh, yeah I gotta little girl on the way."

Ichigo would've never known Grimmjow was a father, and he had been on his own since he was fifteen. The way he acted put a lot of things in perspective. Grimmjow was pretty mature and seemed a lot older than eighteen.

The silence seemed deadly at this point so Ichigo asked a follow up question. "You've got any pictures of your wife and kids?"

"'Course I do." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He motioned for Ichigo to come close, which the red head took no haste in doing. He opened up his wallet, and then showed a picture of a very buxom, gorgeous turquoise haired woman holding a pint sized version of Grimmjow in her lap.

"She's pretty hot." Ichigo spoke without thinking.

"Ain't she? My little dude definitely has my looks. He's gonna be a sexy guy, yeah?" Grimmjow laughed briefly.

"Oh definitely. Just like his dad." Ichigo said once again without thinking. He gave a nervous chuckle and then began to scoot away from Grimmjow praying he hadn't heard that.

"Hey Ichi? Ya mind if we switch places to sleep for the night? The sand is goin' in places where the sun don't shine."

"Yeah, I'll camp out here tonight. But, you mind if I keep the whiskey?"

Grimmjow briefly grinned and took another gulp from the bottle before standing up and stretching. "It's all yers birthday boy." Then the blunet turned and went to the cabin, without another word.

There was less than a quarter of the alcohol left in the bottle so he quickly chugged it down with a brief grimace then he threw the bottle back. He folded his arms back behind his head and laid back with his eyes closed.

Can everyday just be like this?

The feeling of the warm fire, with the soft sand, and the quiet tides of the ocean that moved by the full moon was more than enough to blow Ichigo out like a candle in the wind.

Since Ichigo fell asleep so quickly, he forgot to tend to the fire so soon enough it went out.

Whilst in such a deep sleep he was shivering his teeth chattered and every once and a while a groan would leave him as he curled up to retain his body heat.

Ichigo was a very light sleeper, so when something hoisted him up into the air his brown eyes slowly flickered open. It was dark out, and only the illumination of the moon was the only source of light, all Ichigo could see were ultramarine orbs looking down at him as he was carried to the cabin. The lull of the alcohol added with sheer exhaustion from working out that day brought Ichigo's eyes to a close once more as he quickly drifted off again.

As Grimmjow laid them down their bodies pressed together; Grimmjow's broad chest rested against Ichigo's back, his right arm wrapped around the red head's waist instinctively. The younger teen felt warmer all of the sudden, and enjoyed it. After feeling something drape over his stomach, he let his own hands wrap around it to hold it close.

Then things took a sudden change.

Grimmjow jolted heavily and crawled backwards away from Ichigo who was startled awake. The blunet was panting lightly. An angry, confused glower was to his face, his sea blue eyes shimmered slightly in the reflection of the moonlight, as they stared back into the pools of maroon.

The orangette stared at Grimmjow trying to figure out what was going to happen next, but when Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's wrist and tightly held it in his hand to tug him close Ichigo didn't fight it. The grip was hard enough to bruise him, but it didn't hurt him enough to say anything.

Ichigo didn't know what to do, so he simply followed his instincts; he leaned forward in an attempt to kiss his mentor, but the blunet drew back a bit.

"It's okay." Ichigo whispered softly.

Grimmjow nodded his head, and let go of Ichigo's wrist. This time Grimmjow leaned in to capture the red head's mouth in a hard kiss.

Ichigo didn't know what to feel but all he knew was that it felt good, and it felt right. He let his arm drape around Grimmjow's neck to deepen the kiss before breaking it. Ichigo pulled Grimmjow down to his lips with a very husky gasp.

This lip-lock was a lot longer, and deeper, and seemed to go on for more than just a few minutes. As Ichigo was forced onto his back Grimmjow's tongue invaded his mouth giving him a brilliant taste of pure whiskey mixed with something that Ichigo couldn't name.

He needed more.

"Mn.." Ichigo moaned as he felt the skillful lower to clash with his own.

He leaned up and let his own tongue roll against Grimmjow's which elicited a low groan from him as well. Their tongue's tangoed, and wrestled for dominance in passionate fight. Eventually, Ichigo gave in to Grimmjow's adept tongue with an involuntary buck of his hips.

The blunet broke the kiss and stared down at him; he could feel the man's arousal pressing through his shorts, and at the red head's thigh. His own erection made a decent outline in his constricting jeans.

It was as if they spoke with each others minds, because after just a few seconds of their eyes being locked together they both began unfastening their bottoms.

Ichigo was so nervous that his hands were trembling; he wasn't moving quick enough as Grimmjow tore his pants apart and tugged them down to his ankles. Once Ichigo was positioned on his hands and knees he look down to see his own precum leaking arousal. Then he turned his head and watched as Grimmjow spat in his hand and rubbed the fluid all over his erection.

A hand pressed at Ichigo's lower back which caused it to arch, then his eyes clenched closed as all he felt next was burning pain, as Grimmjow slowly pressed into him. He let out a displeased groan, but when his lips were caught in a deep kiss once more and an arm wrapped around his torso to hold him close Ichigo tried to relax.

When Grimmjow's cock was completely submerged inside Ichigo, the red head wriggled his hips a bit to get used to the feeling of being so full. After a minute or so, Grimmjow broke the kiss and drew his his hips back to pull his cock out of Ichigo. Then when he decided to press back in, he didn't take his time to begin the wild, rough slamming of his hips to Ichigo's.

The orangette couldn't contain the loud whimpers that left him each time the hard cock thrust itself deeper and deeper. Soon pain completely subsided, and utter pleasure washed over Ichigo's body when he felt his something deep inside him being stabbed into.

Precum poured from the head of his rock stiff cock, making a small pool on the floor, which prompted his hand to wrap around the shaft of his cock to jerk himself off. He kept his body up with one hand, but it didn't prove stable enough as Grimmjow harshly gripped his hips tightly within his own hands and his thrusts began to speed up.

Instantly Ichigo's orgasm came, and a shuddering gasp escaped from him as he his mouth gaped into an 'O' formation. Then he felt Grimmjow's chest practically collapse on his back; with that his breathing faltered a bit and he began panting heavily, and Ichigo could feel something warm, and sticky filling his insides.

They stayed pressed together heavily breathing for a little while, then a few moments later Grimmjow pulled himself out, and jerked his boxers back on, Ichigo quickly followed suit and briefs back up.

After that they both turned their backs to each other and sleep peacefully for the remainder of the night. Not a word was shared between them, nor a single thought passed through their heads. They were both completely exhausted.

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July 16, 2005

9:56 AM

Grimmjow opened his eyes to see the sunlight beaming down on him through the window.

He couldn't deal. He had a slight headache, and something felt really weird.

He sat up and stretched his back thoroughly, and that's when his eyes found a sleeping Ichigo. His pants were down to his ankles and he reeked of drying semen.

Grimmjow remembered what happened the night before, and then reached down to completely remove the red head's pants so he could sleep comfortably. He didn't regret what they did it at all, but he did feel very flustered because he enjoyed it a lot.

That didn't make him gay right?

He definitely needed a shower though as his dick uncomfortably itched from the dried cum around it. He stood up quietly and padded to the bathroom. He completely stripped himself, and then turned on the cool shower water, it killed his morning wood but he didn't mind at all.

He grabbed the bar of Irish Spring soap into his palm and then began to lather it over his body, not forgetting his hair, then after he finished getting washed up he rinsed himself off and turned off the water.

He stepped out of the bathroom fully wet, and nude and made his way to the bedroom to find himself a decent set of clothes to wear.

Instantly their eyes were locked with each other in a showdown; Grimmjow could tell Ichigo was just as confused as he was. Neither of them spoke, so Grimmjow just walked past him to his luggage. He couldn't even think of what to wear, so he just pulled on his swimming shorts which were nothing more than a speedo designed like boxer briefs then headed out the door. He needed to go for a swim, it'd help clear his mind a little bit.

He paused at the door frame and spoke without facing Ichigo. " M'not gay Strawberry."

"Me either."

"Last night was a one time thing. We were drunk, so let's just not talk about it or even better let's pretend it ever happened."

"Right, I completely agree with you Grimm."

After hearing the strawberry agree he sighed softly, and left from the room. He was having mixed feelings about the entire situation.

He broke many rules the night before, but he didn't really care. What really bothered him was the fact that he enjoyed it so much, and he knew that sex with the strawberry was bound to happen. There was always so much tension around them, but Grimmjow never thought it would lead to such great sex.

It was best to just forget it and move on; if things were going to go back to normal he and Ichigo could never do anything like this again.

Funny thing was Grimmjow could tell things would never go back to normal, because what he felt wasn't normal at all.

Lusting after a teenage boy wasn't normal, it was the result of sexual frustration.

For now, lets just call it that.

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~Shawn