Disclaimer; I don't own Bleach or any of the characters.
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"Aw c'mon Grimm!"
"I said no."
"But I made dinner!"
Grimmjow let out an agitated sigh and pushed a hand through his messy hair. Nelliel was such a nagging bitch when she wanted to. "Nelliel, you never make dinner; you kill dinner."
"So mean!", she whined, "Don't you want to spend some time with your sister? I haven't seen you since last Saturday!"
"I need some space."
A frustrated growl. "Ugh, you sound like a boyfriend who wants to break up."
"Nelliel," Grimmjow huffed, "I have to work on a math project. Leave. Me. Alone."
"Don't take your frustrations out on me!", she shouted.
"I don't see anyone else nagging me right now!", the blunet retorted just as loudly but when he saw all these eyes glancing at him warily, he felt self-conscious and embarrassed so he calmed down. After all, he wasn't home but at a public place. Starbucks to be more exact. He was never at home when he had a math project on the go because he got restless five minutes after he started working on it. He wanted people around him, was it too strange? For an antisocial like him, yes, it was strange, but that wasn't the point. "Look" he barked at his sister, "I'll come by your place tomorrow, okay? Now let me finish what I have to do."
Nelliel fell silent, pondering on the idea. "Fine," she mumbled in the end.
"And I'll make dinner tomorrow. I don't want you near any kitchen in this planet," he added. He had to make sure he wouldn't be rushed to the hospital from food poisoning.
His older sister snorted. "Fine."
"Good. I'm hanging up now." And with that, the phone call was over. Nelliel tried to call him several times after that but Grimmjow didn't pick up, so in the end, the green-haired girl gave up. Of course she did. If there was one person in this world who was as stubborn as she was, that had to be Grimmjow.
The blue-haired man turned to his computer, where a math project was staring back at him threateningly and he sighed. He hated math. Math was just...ugh. No good. Even though he was master at computers, math still sucked on his blood mercilessly.
Time for a break. Been workin' on this shit three hours already, he mused and stood up, heading towards the red-haired cashier for another hot tea. She smiled fondly at him.
"Another black tea?", she asked knowingly.
Grimmjow would have blushed had he not be in first-name terms with the girl. Rangiku was rather forward with people. In fact, she had hit on him shamelessly the first time they met but in a moment of desperation, Grimmjow revealed his true sexual orientation. The redhead simply muttered a teasing "Shame" and ever since she didn't try anything strange. On the contrary, she had given him special discount because he was a frequent customer.
"Yup," he said with a smile.
Rangiku shook her head while she got to work. "I don't get you at all Grimmjow," she muttered, "We have the AC on, it's flaming hot outside and you still have this hot tea. Is there something wrong with you?"
Grimmjow snickered, accepting the steaming cup. "As I said, I only drink tea when I have projects."
She rolled her blue eyes. "Whatever."
With a smirk, Grimmjow handed the money and walked off, heading back at his computer. Ugh... He just wanted to go home and sleep away his frustration. Because he was really, really frustrated the last week. No, not only because of math. Well, it was because of math too but it wasn't the major issue.
He hadn't talked to Ichigo for more than a week. Yup. And it took a great toll in his mood. Why hadn't they talked? Because, after he recovered from the illness, Ichigo became super busy. In fact, he had once called Grimmjow and started stressing over the homework that had piled up during his absence, unable to figure out what to do. The blue-haired man spent some - a lot - of his time calming the other man down and organizing him properly. Ichigo was so bad at putting his priorities in order that Grimmjow had to do it for him. It was alright though; Grimmjow had this control-mania since he was born, so he was playing in his own field.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!", Ichigo had chirped from the other line, his tone making Grimmjow's chest swell pleasantly, "You're the best there is, Grimm!"
It did strange things to him when the other man called him "Grimm". Not that most of the people he knew didn't called him that, but when it came from Ichigo it felt different, more intimate somehow. As if they knew each other for years. Sometimes, it felt like this too.
So yeah, he hadn't spoken with the man for about a week, save from a few brief texts every now and then. Grimmjow knew that Ichigo was busy working but he couldn't stop himself from missing their late-night conversations or...or the sexy times they had via the phone. Oh yes, they had phone sex plenty of times. After Grimmjow got the hang of it, he was more than happy to initiate the act too. Sexy times with Ichigo relieved some of the tension between them; that was why Grimmjow had been short with his patience ever since the sexy times stopped.
Anyway, he mentally shrugged, What's the point of remembering it if my mood will turn sour again?
With everything ready, Grimmjow settled again on his usual table and adjusted his reading glasses, getting back to work immediately. Thank God there weren't too many people, save from a couple of school girls who giggled about something constantly. Fortunately, Grimmjow had brought his headphones too, so he plugged them in, set Nirvana on replay and dove into the strange world of math.
He wouldn't have been working for twenty minutes when his phone started buzzing again. At first, he ignored it, thinking that it was his sister again but usually, his sister hung up after ringing three times, her impatient nature to blame. Yet, the phone didn't shut up after the third buzz, so the blue-haired man glanced at the screen, his heart jumping out of his chest when he saw Ichigo's name flashing on the background. Holy shit, holy shit, what do we do now? He picked it up, knowing that he should let it ring more, so that he wouldn't appear too eager but at that time, fuck egos, fuck everything. "Hey," he said as stably as he could muster.
Ichigo sighed deeply from the other end but there was a smile in his tone. "Damn, I missed your voice so much," the rascal murmured, "It's been a while, how are you?"
Seriously, his heart had to stop kicking around or his ribcage would break. "I'm good, studying. You?"
"Now that I hear your voice, better. Studying you say? Am I bothering you maybe?"
"Not at all," Grimmjow rushed to reassure, "I'm almost done for the day."
"I'm so glad to hear that," Ichigo said, his voice more livid, "See, I was thinking... Like, if you want to and since you're almost done for the day and I'm done for the day-"
Grimmjow rolled his eyes. Sometimes Ichigo beat around the bush way too much. "Get to the point."
The man hesitated but soon sighed. "Wanna meet?"
That stupid organ people called heart went on another rampage in Grimmjow's chest and his hand found its way to the back of his neck, just like every other time he got nervous. Yes, it made sense. It made sense that Ichigo wanted to finally meet him. He was dying to see how the other man looked too! But he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready for what was going to happen after they met; what if Ichigo didn't like what he saw? He wouldn't be the first one after all.
"N-Now?", Grimmjow stuttered, his face changing shades from pale to red to green. Jesus Christ, can't I calm down for a second?
"Well," Ichigo chuckled softly, "I'm at the door and about to turn the doorknob to come to you, but only if you say yes. So, yeah, now."
Grimmjow's stomach turned anxiously. This may sound cliché but his heart shouted "Say yes! Say yes!" while his brain ranted, "Hell no! You look like shit, your hair is messy and you wear a Scooby-Doo tee! He'll be turned off!" What to do, what to do? He was pissing his pants at the prospect of meeting the man he had shared so many things with, including his first time phone sexing, but on the other hand, he was a wuss who avoided confrontation-
Hey now, he scoffed at himself, I ain't no wuss. He took a deep, calming breath and everything cleared up in his brain. Suck it up, Grimmjow. You're a man.
"Okay," he finally said, his voice stern and confident, but not so reflecting upon how he actually felt, "I'm at Starbucks, I'll send you the address via message."
Ichigo made a happy cheering sound from the other end. "Yes! Hell yes!", he laughed merrily, "I'm coming, baby! Wait for me!" And then the line went dead, leaving Grimmjow chuckling in amusement from all that adorableness. Damn Ichigo was indeed very charming, the complete opposite from him.
But don't they say that opposites attract?
Quickly, he typed the address on a text message and sent it, receiving a kissing and grinning emoji in return. Ichigo used plenty of emojis in his texts because he claimed that he was too lazy to type. Grimmjow was so ecstatic to know that he wasn't the only one who didn't want to write his whole life story in a freaking text message.
Then, he busied himself with finishing the first draft because one; he wanted to get this over with and two; he didn't want to think about the upcoming rendezvous with Ichigo. Seriously, he was so, so, so nervous about it, more than he had been when Nelliel got surgery to remove her tonsils. Maybe it was because he liked the invisible man so much and he somehow had this feeling that things wouldn't go as well as he imagined. He was mostly afraid that Ichigo wouldn't like the way he looked, even though Ichigo had mentioned many times how few shits he gave about looks.
Love at first sight and bullshit. At first sight, you fall in love with the looks not personality!
Despite all the conspiracy he had created to distract his brain, Grimmjow couldn't stop himself from glancing at the door every time it opened, his nerves on the very edge every passing minute. First, came a short brunet with puppy-dog eyes and an awkward smile, then a tall, bald guy who made a lot of noise, then a bubbly girl with huge tits that looked like Nelliel but with red hair.
Time passed and still no Ichigo. What happened? Did he get lost or something? Disappointed, Grimmjow tried again to focus on his work and he would have, had not the door open again and his eyes fall on the magical creature that stepped in. A man. A handsome young man, average height, wearing tight black jeans that hugged those perfectly defined and long legs and a white tee sporting a pack of French fries in front, with the logo "Fries Before Guys". And then...shocker; the top of his head was decorated with I-give-no-shit-about-gravity orange hair. Orange. As in orangy orange. Is it real? Well, my hair is real and it's blue, so...
Grimmjow mentally fawned himself, getting a little - a lot - hot under the collar. The guy had a gorgeous face too. Even though Grimmjow blatantly stared at his profile view, he could see the absolutely perfectly straight nose and the perfectly pouty lips that he could kiss all day long and never get tired of.
So there is perfection in our world.
The orange-haired man was glancing around, obviously looking for someone and all of a sudden, the dots linked to each other, the revelation had Grimmjow's heart jumped to his throat. He tried to swallow it in his shock but it didn't work. Is it possible that this beauty is... Ichigo?
Before Grimmjow managed to find his tongue and the guts to call the other's name to test his theory out, the guy had turned his head towards his direction and blue locked with bone-melting chocolate brown. Grimmjow's breath stuck to his throat and he quickly averted his gaze, the back of his neck and ears already on fire. Holy shit, holy shit, did he see me? Stupid, stupid, stupid, sittin' here all staring like a weirdo or something.
While he mentally scolded himself, the orange-haired man slowly made his way towards his table and waited. Grimmjow looked up and their eyes met again, depleting his air supply competely. It was the first time that a pair of eyes had such effect on him. They were hypnotizing him. In fact, he opened his mouth to call Ichigo's name, his embarrassment forgotten and everything, however the orange-haired man beat him to it.
"You're Grimmjow," the other said. His voice cracked and he cleared his throat, trying again, "Please tell me you're Grimmjow."
That voice... Grimmjow could never mistake that voice with anything. It sounded slightly different than on the phone, but God damn if it wasn't better in real life. Grimmjow's mouth was suddenly a desert, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He had to take a deep breath and gather his balls from the ground before he stood up with a small smile.
"Yup, I'm Grimmjow," he said pleasantly, surprised that his voice didn't crack at all, "Nice to finally meet you, Ichigo."
Those chocolate brown eyes were wide and Ichigo had covered his open mouth with one of his hands. He stared at the blue-haired man long enough to make Grimmjow jittery and glance all over the place but Ichigo, shifting on his legs, ears flaming. Thank God the heat hadn't travelled to his face yet because he would punch himself in the dick.
"Sweet Jesus," the orange-haired man breathed and his eyes crinkled at the corners. Was he smiling behind that hand? Yup, he was; Grimmjow found out as soon as Ichigo's hand dropped from his face and he chirped, "I was having expectations, I mean, you can't just not have expectations when you practically blind date but you... You!" His hands were now clasping Grimmjow's shoulders. "You exceeded my wildest imaginations! You're-You're... You're the most gorgeous man I've seen in those twenty-one years that I live!"
Grimmjow chuckled nervously and shifted on his feet again, his eyes straying to his messy table. Not that Ichigo's reaction didn't relieve him or give him enough confidence, not that he didn't like the attention he got but Ichigo was rather loud with his exclamations and some heads had turned their way, including Rangiku, who was snickering behind her fist.
Hoo, speaking of embarrassment... The woman would tease him for years.
Ichigo took Grimmjow's silence as a bad thing in a totally misunderstood way, because he pulled his hands away and the corners of his mouth turned to the floor. "Uuh, sorry. Too blunt."
"N-No, it's fine," the blue-haired man muttered in an apologetic tone, "It's my fault for-for being so socially awkward... Like a kid or something."
That breathtaking smile was brightening up Ichigo's face again. "Nah, nah, don't feel bad. You're absolutely adorable from up front too."
Grimmjow cringed. He didn't think that a grown-ass man of his 6'2 height could be considered adorable and be happy about it. "Great way to emasculate me," he clipped sarcastically, "Thanks."
"Aww," Ichigo cooed in amusement and ruffled the untamed blue hair, "But you are adorable! Even though you are so badass and bad-boy kindoffish on default, you have that adorable side and it just makes me go unf."
Suspicious blue eyes glanced at the teasing man. Well, he was kind of used to Ichigo's antics already... Plus, he found him badass and cool... "Is unf a good thing?", Grimmjow asked, already forgiving Ichigo for what he had said before. He was never mad to begin with but anyway.
"Well..." Those full lips pursed to a thin line as Ichigo became thoughtful, "How do you feel every time you eat Nutella?"
"What does this-" Grimmjow paused, realization dawning to him as soon as he repeated the words in his head. Indeed, he went unf every time he got some Nutella in his system. "You're right."
"Besides," Ichigo continued, his smile turning all the way sly, his fingers suddenly running up and down Grimmjow's clothed chest, "If you wanna feel like a man, I'm here to help. And I'm good at it, ain't I?"
Grimmjow's eyes narrowed and he had to bite his lower lip in order to stop himself from kissing the other man in front of everyone. Ichigo was such a sneaky bastard, sexy and feisty, always knowing the right words to make Grimmjow's vision darken in lust. He could do it from the phone during their steamy phone sex sessions and he could certainly do it in person with those almond-shaped eyes and touchy-feely fingers of his.
Also, Ichigo proved to be very observant because as soon as that fire started burning Grimmjow's insides, the bastard took notice of it and smirked smugly. "I'll take that as a yes. Besides, your eyes tell me all I need to know..." He was closer now, his fingers teasing the rim of Grimmjow's lips. "Has anybody told you how expressive your eyes are?"
Grimmjow's hands suddenly turned to vices and locked tightly on Ichigo's hipbones. Ooh, the young man played on dangerous territories. Grimmjow was shy, he really was but all that shyness was forgotten the moment he got turned on. And he was sooo close to lose it all to his carnal side it wasn't even funny. Ichigo being a sexy wildcat didn't help the situation at all.
"Ichigo...", the blue-haired man growled ominously. Ichigo on the other hand shuddered a little, his deft fingers sliding in Grimmjow's hair, blunt fingernails scratching the short hairs at the nape of Grimmjow's neck. Oh, you have got to be kidding me. That little bastard was so not doing this. Ichigo knew, he fucking knew, just how sensitive that area was for Grimmjow. Of course he knows. Look at how his brown eyes gleam with malice.
"Although I'm not really jump-on-the-gun-right-away type of guy, meeting you under those teasing circumstances has made me very, very impatient..." A soft, husky chuckle. "Look at me losing firsts with you."
Grimmjow swallowed thickly and closed his eyes, trying to fucking focus. "Listen Ichigo," he murmured lowly, feeling Ichigo's hot breath brushing against his lips, "Go grab some coffee while I organize my shit so we can talk, before you lose another first."
"Another first?"
That's what he cared about? "Sex in a public place."
The bastard that the audacity to hum in appreciation. "At least I get to have sex with you," he whispered and gave Grimmjow's chin a small kiss before he pulled away completely. Blue eyes opened slightly and locked with lusty brown, but Ichigo was smiling sweetly at him nonetheless. "But you're right," he said, his face suddenly apologetic, "Sorry I went into sex-beast mode, it's just that I have been thinking nonstop about you, plus the extra frustration because I couldn't see or talk to you and..." A heavy sigh. "God, I've said that I don't give a shit about looks and I really don't but I couldn't stop myself when you're...so goddamned sexy. "
Grimmjow stared at the other man intensely but soon, a small smile broke through his features. "It's alright," he said, "And-And thanks for the compliment, I could say that I feel the same way about you."
"No!", Ichigo interrupted, raising one flat palm to halt Grimmjow's words, "Nope, don't say that because I'll be the one to drag you to that public bathroom this time." He sighed, turning around towards the cash table. "Be right back."
Grimmjow shook his head with a small smile on his face while watching Ichigo's retreating back before sitting down on his chair again. He is just how I pictured him, he mused while gathering his notes and pencils, Just a whole load prettier.
Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. Was it possible that someone as beautiful as Ichigo really existed? And...and it seemed like Ichigo found him attractive too... Well, not only attractive; the orange-haired man did say that Grimmjow was the most gorgeous man he had ever seen...
"Hey, I'm back!", Ichigo's enthusiastic voice snapped him out of his musings. Grimmjow looked up and immediately frowned when he saw Ichigo grab a chair and bring it right next to Grimmjow's before taking a seat and sighing. When their eyes locked, Ichigo frowned too. "What's with the look?"
"Uuh," the blue-haired man hesitated, "What are you doing? It's already cramped as it is on this side."
Ichigo shrugged nonchalantly, sipping from his large plastic cup of orange juice. Heh, how ironic. "But if I sit on the other side of the table I'll be too far away from you."
Grimmjow's face caught on fire and he rolled his eyes, both at Ichigo's cheesy line and his stupid body for blushing every five seconds. "Shut up, sap."
"I may be a sap but I get to see your blush, so win-win I say."
"Don't remind me that I'm blushing," Grimmjow mumbled petulantly, trying to hide his face by looking away, "It's a stupid thing I apparently have no control over and it pisses me off."
A hand on his flaming cheek cut Grimmjow's hiding time to half and all of sudden, he was staring at Ichigo's serious eyes again. "Then I'll let you know that this blush you hate so much does the strangest things to my libido," he murmured sensually, his thumb coursing back and forth on Grimmjow's cheekbone, "And those glasses... God, glasses have to be one of my biggest turn ons." He sipped, he swallowed slowly, then placed the cup on the table. Damn, he was perfect; even the way his Adam's apple bobbed was beautiful.
"Glasses are a turn-on?", Grimmjow questioned in disbelief, "I always thought that make people look geekier than they actually are."
"In some cases they do," the orange-haired man nodded and carefully linked their fingers together, his other, free hand gingerly traveling the length of Grimmjow's forearm. Up and down and up and down, giving the blunet serious goosebumps. It was fantastic, just like Grimmjow remembered from their little encounter in the dark room a few weeks ago, when Ichigo got touchy-feely again. Damn, it has only been weeks?, Grimmjow mentally sighed, It feels like I know him for years.
Mental note to thank Nelliel for everything she has done.
He had been too busy thinking that he didn't notice Ichigo's very sly smile, not until the man began talking again. "But you, bae, whether you have glasses on your nose or a plastic bag hiding your face, you'll still look like an angel. Or a model, if you want to be more realistic."
Grimmjow chuckled and his fingers tightened around the other's. "You got this all wrong, so stop it. Seriously."
One orange eyebrow had the audacity to rise up. "Make me," Ichigo taunted. Grimmjow gritted his teeth. Cocky bastard.
"I would," he said instead pleasantly, "But my hands are full." He pointed at their interlaced fingers with his chin to get his point across.
Ichigo smirked and shrugged sassily. "Well then, you'll have to put up with my blatant bluntness."
You'll pay for these words, little smartass. Just wait, Grimmjow mentally promised, narrowing his eyes. "Come at me bro."
It looked as if Ichigo had settled down with his teasing for the time being because his smile had turned sweet all over again. Thank God. Enough teasing for a day. "So," the orange-haired man changed the subject, "How come you never told me you wore glasses?"
"I don't wear them because I need them," Grimmjow explained, "I use them only when I work on the PC."
Those pretty brown eyes lightened up with interest. "Right, you mentioned you were working... On what?"
"Ugh, a math project..." The blunet huffed and rubbed his eyes under the glasses. Just remembering that shit made him feel tired. "God knows how much I dislike math."
Ichigo clicked his tongue. "So there is something we don't agree on."
"You like math." It wasn't a question. More like a shocked statement. The orange-haired man nodded with a happy smile.
"Yup, math is one of my three favorite things in the world, so if you need anything, just let me know and I'll help."
"Sure, thanks," Grimmjow said suspiciously, "So why is literature your major?"
"Never said that math was my number one favorite thing in the world. Nothing surpasses my love for books and poems and all that shit." Orange eyebrows marred together and Ichigo cocked his head to the side. "Well, almost nothing."
Grimmjow barked an amused laugh at that. Always expect Ichigo to give a good and fulfilling, albeit a little vague answer. That was what made him interesting. But as he repeated Ichigo's words in his head, a question popped up uninvited. Okay, he knew about Ichigo's obsession with Shakespeare and now with math... "What's your third favorite thing in the world?", Grimmjow voiced his final thoughts out loud.
Ichigo twirled the straw with his tongue, eyeing Grimmjow suspiciously and a little bit like oh-come-on-you-already-know-the-answer. The blue-haired man grew defensive. "What?"
The other sighed. "So I really have to spit it out for ya?"
"Well, since I'm not some kind of supernatural creature that can read people's minds, please feel extra free to break it down for me."
Ichigo chuckled, clearly catching the caustic sarcasm at Grimmjow's tone. Not that the blunet was trying to hide it or anything but that wasn't the issue. "Alright mister sarcasm," he crooned and set the orange juice on the table again, inching closer to Grimmjow. Once those full and sexy lips of his found Grimm's ear, he murmured rather sensually, "My third favorite thing in the world is this shy but incredibly sexy blue-haired, video game design and animation student, who is also a swimmer and wears glasses when he works on the computer. There. I said it."
Would it be a shocker if we mentioned that Grimmjow's face had took this delicious strawberry scarlet by the time Ichigo finished his sentence? Didn't think so. Don't get this the wrong way, he wasn't embarrassed; he was aroused. Very aroused. Aroused to the point of bending Ichigo over the table and fucking him stupid. But he contained it. Almost.
Almost...
"That mouth of yours...", Grimmjow growled lowly, his thumb on Ichigo's full lower lip, their faces mere inches from one another, "You should put some sort of leash to it, or else I'll have to gag you."
Ichigo shuddered, his breath coming out almost shrieking. "You can tie me up too, I won't mind one bit."
Grimmjow chuckled humorlessly, his vision darkening in lust. "I'll kick your ass, little asshole."
Ichigo smirked lazily. "I'd rather if you fucked my a-"
"Shhh!", Grimmjow laughed lowly, pinching the other's lips shut. The situation was going again out of control and someone had to grab the reins. "There are people around listening, idiot. Save the dirty talk for private times."
However, Ichigo wasn't very willing to stop just yet because as soon as his lips were freed from Grimmjow's restrains, he was on the go again. "Bae, I'm sure that if you and I fuck, the whole world will hear us." He then moved quickly, going straight for Grimmjow neck where he planted a long and very wet kiss before he continued. "Let's prepare them from now."
Grimmjow wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or whine so he did a little bit of both, trying to - reluctantly - untangle himself from the overzealous man. "Jeez, why are you so desperate?"
Ichigo fought against him nail and teeth and the bad news were that the motherfucker was really strong. In fact, he managed to wrap his arms around Grimmjow's neck and bury his face in blue locks. "Mmm," he hummed, "You make me desperate, bae."
Hands were now clasping on narrow hips, trying to shove them away but Ichigo swiftly threw one of his legs on the other side of Grimmjow's body, effectively straddling him. The blue-haired man sighed in amusement and contentment, ceasing his struggling. What's the point anyway? Besides, he felt really good in the current position, so why move?
"You know that people are looking at us right now, don't you?", he couldn't stop himself from saying. Ichigo nodded and tried to fit in closer.
"Let them. It's called free porn."
Grimmjow chuckled. "If that's what porn is to you, I think you still got a lot to learn."
At that, the orange head left his shoulder and blue met lusty brown. Ichigo looked really, really horny it had started to rub off to Grimmjow. Great. Who was going to try and stay sober now? "Okay then. It's called unresolved sexual tension."
"I think you've already found the solution to that."
The low, dangerous growl that resonated from the other's chest reminded Grimmjow that he was playing with a very short-tempered and feisty man. Che, redheads and their tempers. "Alright, alright," he cooed, soothingly rubbing his hand up and down Ichigo's back, "We should probably go for a walk. Maybe it'll calm us down."
Lusty brown eyes gave him a displeased look but in the end, Ichigo sighed and rubbed his face. "God, you must have created the worst impression about me," he muttered, "I'm not normally like this, it's just-"
"I know," Grimmjow interrupted him, cupping that soft cheek gently, "It's that damn sexual tension."
Ichigo sighed deeply, leaning into the touch. "It's suffocating me."
"Me too," the blunet confessed and swallowed thickly, his nerves griping on him again, "Why don't we... Why don't we try to break it with a kiss?"
"I don't think that'll make it any better," Ichigo deadpanned.
He has a point. But Grimmjow wanted to kiss those lips so badly he didn't care. He was already moving closer. "Just a peck."
"N-No," the oranget insisted, shaking his head vigorously. He jumped off Grimmjow's lap, he swayed on his feet and when found his balance again, he smiled. "Let's go on that walk shall we?"
Grimmjow would have been extremely disappointed and rejected had not Ichigo take his hand into his and yank him out of the cafe. He didn't have the time to feel disappointment for something he would do over and over again in a few hours... Along with a dash of something else, more exciting.
It's funny how many things life has in store for you when you're just being patient.
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For my bae, Patd06, who couldn't wait for them to meet. Although my Ichigo turned a tad more...lively (flamboyant) that I intended, I kinda like it in this context so... I hope you enjoyed it! :D
