Don't Break My Heart
Part 7
Either fate is working far too much against him… or it's working far too much for Grimmjow. The minute they reached Grimmjow's place, the skies opened up and poured down on them. Ichigo hates the rain, as it was raining when his mother was hit by that drunk driver in his stead. For some reason he can't explain, he can't bring himself to be alone when it rains… which is why he couldn't help what he did next.
"Can I sleep with you?" he blurts out.
"… Come again?" Grimmjow asks in surprise.
"… Never mind, it's nothing."
"No, no, no, don't get me wrong," the teal haired jock says quickly. "I'm not against it at all, I'd actually like it… it's just… I don't want to assume you mean one thing and it turns out I'm wrong."
"… I wanted to sleep with you tonight," Ichigo blushes. "I don't like being alone when it rains."
"And we're just talking sleep, right? No cuddling, making out, or sex?"
"Well… I'm not completely excluding it," Ichigo murmurs as his face turns redder.
Grimmjow grins widely, wrapping an arm around his smaller boyfriend and leading him back to the room Ichigo knows as Grimmjow's. This time, the orangette is shocked to see a tall brunette man milling about with a blonde woman and a small girl of about ten. The minute they see Grimmjow, the two older people give a small bow and the little girl runs up to hug him.
"Grimmy, you're home!" she says excitedly. "Who's this?"
"Hey, Lilly," Grimmjow smiles. "This is my boyfriend, Ichigo. He'll be staying the night tonight."
"… Doing naughty things with Grimmy?" she teases.
"None of your business, squirt," he states ruffling her hair. "Ichigo, this is Lilinette. That's my butler, Stark Coyote, and his wife and my maid, Tia Hallibel. Lilly is their kid. They usually stay here over the week, but the weekend they use to visit family."
"They don't mind me staying?"
"It's my house," the other shrugs uncaring. "Let's get ready for bed, I'm exhausted."
"Your dad is sort of… tiring."
"Don't be so kind," he snorts. "Goodnight, guys!"
"Shall I refrain from waking you up tomorrow morning, Grimmjow?" Stark wonders with a small smile.
"… Knock first."
Ichigo is just getting out the shower when he bumps into Grimmjow at the door, the other with a long pajama shirt and boxers in one hand. Bright red takes over the bridge of the orangette's nose, his eyes dropping to the floor as he stands still. He can't help but to stay there, as Grimmjow isn't moving and he certainly doesn't feel the need to yet. Grimmjow leans close, far closer than Ichigo would normally let another, and his lips brush his uke's as he talks.
"Ready for bed?" he purrs.
"Very," Ichigo breathes out.
"Here's some pajamas," he grins with a nip to Ichigo's bottom lip. "The bed's all ready for you. I'm gonna hop in the shower really quick and I'll join you right after."
"Okay."
Ichigo slips into the clothes given, crawling into the large bed and sighing at the lushness of the mattress. Even laying his head on the pillow feels like sleeping on a cloud, the other grinning stupidly as he nuzzles the pillow surrounded by his boyfriend's unique scent of forest and fresh rain… such a wild scent. He doesn't realize he's practically purring into the pillow until Grimmjow slides in behind him, startling him to awareness as he almost falls out of his side of bed in his haste to turn around.
"Sorry," Grimmjow smiles sheepishly. "I thought you heard me come in."
"I'm fine, you just startled me, is all," the other answers.
"Okay… well… goodnight."
Ichigo waits only a moment before moving flush against Grimmjow's side, moving his own leg up and over his beau's. Grimmjow breaths in sharply, opening one eye to glance Ichigo's way curiously. The orangette lifts his chin, ghosting his lips over Grimmjow's jaw lightly. With a feral grin, the taller of the two lifts Ichigo up with one strong arm and pulls him to kneel over him.
"Hmm… I thought we were going to sleep," he teases.
"I said I wasn't going to completely exclude play," the smaller smirks impishly.
Grimmjow hums once more, pulling Ichigo close to kiss him before quickly removing his hand in attempts to keep his uke from feeling trapped. The vibrant haired teen moans into his boyfriend's mouth, moving his hips unconsciously and hissing at the feel of pressure on his quickly hardening member. Grimmjow gasps, uttering a soft moan as his hips raise for more contact. One of his hands slips to Ichigo's narrow hip, the other gripping the smaller male's thigh. For once in his life, Ichigo doesn't feel pressured to do anything. He's in control right now, he can move away if he wants to… or he can go further. Grimmjow isn't expecting him to do anything, it's entirely his choice… and he loves the other even more because he's given that choice.
"Just… tell me when to stop," Grimmjow murmurs as his lips rest on Ichigo's collar.
Ichigo nods eagerly, gripping the larger male's chin so he can lock their lips in a fierce and needy kiss. Those hands slip to his backside, kneading the flesh before pulling to grind them together. Ichigo pulls away and gasps, his head falling to Grimmjow's chest at the immense pleasure from the action.
"How far you wanna go?" the jock wonders.
"… I'm not sure," Ichigo breathes out. "I just know… I don't want to stop yet."
"Do you mind if I roll us? I hate being on the bottom and this is getting uncomfortable."
"I… I don't know," the orangette stammers.
"I won't do anything to hurt you, I promise," Grimmjow smiles. "At least let me sit up."
With a small nod, the smaller teen backs away and sits back on Grimmjow's thighs. With a stretch, the teal haired male moves into a sitting position and pulls Ichigo into another heated kiss. Hands run languidly over tan skin, touching and groping while searching out sensitive areas. Somewhere along the way, Grimmjow managed to latch onto Ichigo's slender throat and work on a mark. The older male loves that his uke is so vocal, wondering what he'd have to do in order to receive a scream loud enough for Stark and Hallibel to hear on the other side of the house.
"Oh god," Ichigo gasps. "Grimm… please, don't stop."
"Don't need to tell me twice," he grins.
He let's his hands slide up beneath the silk pajama shirt Ichigo's wearing, laying flat against that solid stomach before drawing tickling lines down the length of it. Somewhere during their play, clothes are discarded down to the boxers and Ichigo is lying on his back as Grimmjow moves against him eagerly. Ichigo's hands move hesitantly, resting on the globes of Grimmjow's ass after a short mental debate. With a satisfied smirk, the teal haired jock latches onto his boyfriend's throat once more to work on the purplish mark. Ichigo, a panting and writhing mess beneath him, finally opens his mouth as a shudder wracks his body violently. Grimmjow follows soon after, grimacing at the mess in his boxers and wishing Ichigo were comfortable enough to at least want skin on skin contact. He glances down to see the other sleeping soundly, completely spent and oblivious to the world after such exertion. With a chuckle, he gets up to clean them both off and change their boxers before going to sleep. As he lies beside Ichigo, wrapping the other in his arms and purring at the feeling of that warm tan skin on his own, he smiles to himself in happiness… a type of happiness he'll never let go. It doesn't matter what happens now, he'll never give up on Ichigo. They belong together and he's certain Ichigo can feel that, too.
Ichigo wakes the next morning wrapped in Grimmjow's arms, the shock short lived as he almost immediately settles into the situation. He's never felt more safe and comfortable in his life, his body refusing to move away from the warmth of Grimmjow's powerful form. He notices they're in nothing but their boxers, shocked at himself when he finds disappointment within his mind. Normally, he'd be blushing like a virgin and locking himself in the bathroom when waking to something like this. He knows, he's done so with Shuuhei at least twice… both times he never initiated anything between them and Shuuhei just got a little curious while he was asleep. He didn't talk to him for a week after both occasions, obviously not appreciating the other disrobing him while he slept.
"Mm… Morning, Kitten," Grimmjow yawns.
"Morning," Ichigo smiles softly.
"I suppose we should get up now, school should be starting soon."
"Can we call in sick?"
"Track practice, remember?" the jock chuckles. "I can't."
"Well then, there's no point in me calling in sick," Ichigo sighs. "Not when the whole reason was so I could stay right here with you."
"… You're so cute, do you know that?"
"Shut up, I am not!"
Breakfast is already made by the time they're showered and dressed, Ichigo's borrowed clothes a tad too baggy for him although they don't look completely bad. He's back in Grimmjow's tank top and jersey with a pair of black jeans that are a bit too long, the jock grinning madly at the sight of his last name scrawled across Ichigo's shoulders. After a quick breakfast, the two head out to the garage. Grimmjow takes his motorcycle, as it's supposed to be a beautiful day all day, and Ichigo grips tightly to him with their messenger bags on his shoulders. Everyone is gawking in shock and disbelief when they get to school, their eyes searching for the one Grimmjow's chosen as worthy enough to ride his precious baby. At the sight of Ichigo, there are a thousand different reactions. Girls glare in jealousy at Ichigo, some guys glare in murderous rage at Grimmjow, and the track team is torn between hassling the teal haired male and morning the loss of their bet… there's no way they'd try for the vibrant haired teen as long as he's with Grimmjow, that's just suicide. Unbeknownst to the two gazing at one another lovingly, there's a new pair of eyes within the mix… and they're furious.
