Don't Break My Heart

Part 8

Ichigo is so overjoyed, he's never felt this good in his life! He barely hears his lessons, though that's not too bad considering he's a genius, and his friends are getting irritated with his spacing… which is a tad worse when on of those friends is a violent female named Rukia. He wanted to eat lunch today with Grimmjow, but Uryu insisted he sit with them and go over what he missed at their meeting last night. Unfortunately, he's retaining about as much of that information as he got last night.

"Ichigo!" Rukia yells as she repeatedly hits him. "Will… you… listen!

"Ouch! Hey! I'm sorry!" he cries out. "I'm listening, I'm listening!"

"We were just saying that we've decided on a name," Uryu sighs in irritation. "We want to know what you think of it."

"Oh… okay."

"We're going to call the line '15 fashions'," Orihime says excitedly.

"… Why?"

"Because you're the designer, duh!" Renji scoffs. "You're lucky I've had time off from the band, or I wouldn't be able to help out as much. Shuuhei said once you get going, we can wear your designs during out concerts and stuff so people will start looking into them."

"That's… really nice of him," Ichigo says hesitantly.

"He may have hurt you before, Ichi, but… he's trying really hard to be friends again," the redhead sighs. "He's really missed you, man… So have I."

"I'm sorry, Renji. I'm totally over Shuuhei… it's just… I'm so angry with him!" Ichigo growls. "He was my friend! One of my best friends! How could he treat me like that? How could he even think to hurt me?"

"He was young, Ichigo. I'm not saying there's an excuse for it, but… could you at least give him one more chance to be your friend?"

"… Just a friend," Ichigo states firmly. "I've moved on… finally, I've found someone that makes me forget the pain Shuuhei caused. I'm really happy with him and I don't want Shuuhei to ruin that for me."

"I won't let him do that, I promise."

Ichigo gives his long time friend a wary look, but he knows Renji is telling him the truth. The redhead has always had his back, never lied to him even if the truth tears him apart, and would never let anything come between them. Shuuhei wasn't with Ichigo longer than Renji has been, so even his career with the raven haired singer would be dropped if Renji thought it would make them go their separate ways. These past four years, Renji 's still called everyday to talk and sent letters and videos and even CDs of their concerts. Now that they're on a little break, he'll be hanging around Karakura longer than a couple weeks and Ichigo can't wait to spend time with him.

"So… speaking of moving on with a guy who makes you all warm and fuzzy inside," Rukia ventures slyly. "How're things with Grimmjow?"

"… Fine," the orangette says warily.

"Did you do it yet?"

"Rukia!" he shouts with a blush.

"Is that a yes? Oh, Ichi's growing up!"

"It's not a yes and it's none of your business!"

"So it's a no."

"You know me better than that! Why would even think such a thing?"

"Well… you're wearing his clothes, which would indicate you stayed the night at his place," Uryu points out. "Which you've never done before, not even with Shuuhei. So we can only assume you're comfortable enough with this particular male to go all the way."

"I had dinner with his family last night, it was too late for me to get back home and get enough sleep for school and he lived closer than I did… It's not like he doesn't have the room."

"Dinner with his family?" Rangiku gasps.

"It rained last night," Chad points out knowingly.

"… I really hate you guys sometimes, you know that!" Ichigo snaps. "I'm going to sit elsewhere if you keep up with your prying!"

"Like over there?" Rukia grins as she points to Grimmjow's table.

"Please," Ichigo sniffs. "Like I'd lower myself to sitting with a table full of jocks."

He stands, his nose upturned as he turns away from his laughing friends. Although he says he wouldn't, that's exactly what he was thinking about doing… which only makes him more upset at his own predictability. He tosses his stuff out, checking the clock and grinning at the sight of two hours left to the lunch break. He casually passes by Grimmjow, running a finger across his shoulders playfully to get his attention. The other grins widely, reaching over and yanking Ichigo back onto his lap to hold him.

"Hey!" Ichigo yells. "Couldn't you see I was walking!"

"Yep. But you were walking the wrong way, I'm sitting right here."

"Maybe I didn't want to sit with you," Ichigo says petulantly and he crosses his arms.

"But I want you to sit with me."

Ichigo jumps when a hand gropes the inside of his thigh, a feral grin on Grimmjow's lips as that hand trails up higher. The higher it gets, the brighter Ichigo's face lights up and the more the track team snickers in amusement. Finally, just a hairs breath away from groping his member, Ichigo's elbow jerks backward and connects with Grimmjow's gut.

"Way too close," Ichigo states in panic.

"Sorry," the other groans. "I just thought you were over that, considering last night."

"We're in public!" the orangette snaps in disbelief.

"… Oh yeah, forgot," Grimmjow grins.

"If you keep forgetting, I'll be less inclined to sit with you."

"Right. Well… where were you running off to?"

"I was actually hoping you'd like to… take a walk with me," Ichigo mumbles. "But you're busy, so I'll just take one by myself. I need a bit of fresh air."

"Why?"

"My friends are being jerks and I just want to get away for a bit."

"It's fine, I have free time."

Ichigo stands, waiting patiently for Grimmjow to follow. He stops a moment to throw an apple at Nnoitra, who gives a shrill wolf whistle, and snap at the others who can't resist teasing him as well. Once he's finished, they walk outside and Ichigo quickly pulls Grimmjow into the boy's restroom. Before the other can question what's going on, Ichigo locks the door and turns to give a coy smile to the taller male.

"So I lied," he blushes. "I didn't want to take a walk. In fact, I'd really rather be quite stationary at the moment."

"… Oh," Grimmjow murmurs in surprise. "And how far are we going with this?"

"… As far as last night?"

"Not here, Kitten," Grimmjow sighs in disappointment. "I don't have a clean pair of boxers with me."

"I can go further."

"Don't push yourself just because you want to make me happy," the larger teen laughs. "I'm disappointed that we can't have fun like last night, but we can still do something."

"Like what?"

"You remember the first night we were together? At the party?" Grimmjow asks warily.

"Some of it."

"We can do that… if you want."

"… What?"

Grimmjow backs Ichigo up against the nearby wall, kissing him deeply before pushing his tongue in and mapping out the already familiar territory that belongs to him. His hands drop to Ichigo's waist, the orangette focusing solely on the kiss as he lets Grimmjow dominate it. He moves his hands inward, flicking the top button on Ichigo's jeans open. Ichigo's eyes widen in panic and he breaks the kiss, his hands gripping Grimmjow's tightly.

"It's nothing I haven't done before, I promise," Grimmjow assures with a kiss to the tip of Ichigo's nose. "You liked it then, remember? You'll like it even more now."

"Y-you mean… you're g-gonna…"

"Yep. Not all the way, but it'll feel about as good. Only if you want me to, though."

Ichigo waits a moment, trying to remember what it felt like last time and coming up blank. All he can remember is waking up to Grimmjow and feeling really good. Finally, looking into those wild blue eyes and feeling all his anxiety wash away, Ichigo nods and leans back against the wall. Grimmjow directs Ichigo to sit down, not trusting the other to stay on his feet, and the younger teen slides down the wall to do as told. He starts feeling nervous again when his legs are spread, but relaxes upon feeling Grimmjow's hands rubbing his thighs reassuringly. He closes his eyes when those large hands finish opening his button fly, reaching in to grasp his half hard member and pull it into the cool air. With a sharp intake of breath, his eyes open half-mast to watch Grimmjow pump him to full hardness. Then that mouth is on his tip and he whimpers at the kiss, gasping when heat engulfs him. His fingers grip blue locks roughly, his breathing already picking up at the foreign feeling surrounding him, and Grimmjow hums around him to send pleasant vibrations skittering along his spine. The jock bobs his head, alternating between sucking lightly and sucking hard, dragging his teeth along the vein traveling the underside of Ichigo's member and nipping the head every now and then. When Ichigo cries out sharply at a particularly rough nip, Grimmjow's hand camps over his mouth to keep him quiet as he continues with his sucking. He digs the tip of his tongue into the slit, licking up the pre-cum as his free hand fondles Ichigo's sac. He can feel the smaller male stiffen, getting ready to orgasm, and completely swallows him. Ichigo screams against his hand, shivering as he lets go within Grimmjow's mouth. His body goes limp, Grimmjow releasing his spent member before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"So… you like?"

"Mm-hmm," Ichigo nods in a daze.

"See, nothing bad."

"But… what about you?" Ichigo questions after shaking himself from his stupor.

"Awe, don't worry about me," the other waves off. "It'll go away."

"… I want to try," Ichigo blushes brightly. "Can I?"

"If you want… yeah, sure!"

The switch spots after Ichigo tucks himself away, the orangette kneeling between Grimmjow's legs as his eyes rake over him contemplatively. Ichigo's never done anything like this before, so he's a bit nervous he won't please Grimmjow as much as the other did him. Apparently, those doubts are strong in his eyes because the teal haired jock smiles softly and caresses his cheek.

"Don't worry so much," he chuckles. "Everyone has to start somewhere, right? I wasn't always good at that."

Ichigo nods, leaning in to kiss Grimmjow and tasting himself on the other's tongue. It's not entirely unpleasant, just different. Afterward, he hesitantly runs his hands over the other's chiseled chest and down his abs… to stop at his waistband. Taking a deep breath, he unzips Grimmjow's zipper and undoes his button.

"Take your time," Grimmjow breathes out. "You're doing fine. You can stop anytime you need to, okay?"

"I-I'm fine," Ichigo says quietly.

He notices that the other is already rock hard, wondering if that was just from him and feeling oddly proud of that. With a minute smirk, he reaches out and frees his boyfriend's member from the tight confines of his jeans. For a moment all he can do is stare, a thousand unrelated thoughts passing through his head at the sight of the large package. One of the most annoying, is the fact he's already thinking about it inside him. Clearing his throat, he leans over and tries to mimic what Grimmjow did to him. He takes what he can in his mouth, but still needs a hand to take care of the bit he can't. It's not that Grimmjow's just that big, but more that he can't stop from gagging at the amount too close to the back of his throat. He's sure it'll pass the more he does it, but right now this is the best he can do. A hand on his head stills him, fear gripping him before he remembers that this is his boyfriend and he's never hurt him.

"Mm… that's it," Grimmjow whispers. "That's perfect."

He almost purrs at the remark, beginning to suck and bob his head as those fingers massage his scalp. He listens to the older male let out quiet moans and comments, urging Ichigo on as he closes his eyes and rests his head against the wall behind him. After a bit, Ichigo's jaw begins to hurt and he picks up his pace to finish Grimmjow off. Before the other can warn him, however, he's spilling himself into Ichigo's mouth with a soft growl. Ichigo swallows quickly, eyes wide, and pulls away to cough and sputter.

"Sorry," Grimmjow breathes. "I forgot to warn you."

"It's f-fine," Ichigo states.

"You did great, you know," the jock grins tiredly. "The best I've had."

"You must not have had many… or they just really sucked."

"Of course they did, they were blowjobs," Grimmjow snickers teasingly. "But really… I think it's because I got it from you that made it so good."

Ichigo just stares at him, a blush painting the bridge of his nose at the compliment. After a couple minutes, Grimmjow gets up and heads to the sink. Ichigo follows, washing out his mouth and cleaning the bit of cum that spilled from his mouth onto his chin. Once they're done, Grimmjow kisses his boyfriend once more and unlocks the door to peek out. No one's there, so he pulls Ichigo into the hall with him and holds him close as they walk to their next classes. From the corner, just out of sight of the two, those eyes glare balefully at the couple.