Sorry for the late update everyone. Life seems to be loving getting in my way. I'm currently working more hours than I have off, and I'm always getting home super freaking late and sleeping late into the day. My hours are only going to get worse when I get back into school of course. But I'm trying my best to stay with my writing right now.
"What do you say, we go get something to eat, just the two of us?"
Looking around the room at his friends, he felt like his night had gone almost perfectly so far. He was with everyone who he cared about, maybe minus his father. Sure his dad wasn't there, but it's the thought that counts in his opinion. Smiling to Grimmjow, Ichigo stood from his spot before grabbing his jacket.
"Yeah, sounds nice." He said sweetly before resting his hand against the man's shoulder, "let me just tell my sisters so they don't worry."
Grimmjow smiled back before nodding. He himself walked toward the bar, waiting on Ichigo. As he stood there, resting next to Shinji, he looked to the blonde. "You alright now?" He questioned as he nudged the man's shoulder. Shinji looked to him before nodding with a wide smile.
"Yeah I'm good." He said before turning to Grimmjow fully. "You'd better take care of my Ichi from now on, ya got it?" He gave Grimmjow a stern look, but his smile was still playful and sweet. Something about it however, was menacing.
Grimmjow's eyes shifted from Shinji in the direction of Ichigo now, his eyes soft and warm as he looked towards the man. "You don't gotta worry about that. He's in good hands." Those blue eyes shifted toward Shinji for a moment, studying his reaction, then moved to Kensei. The man's stoic features were near unreadable.
Shinji just faced forward in his seat once again, picking up his glass of rum, "Oh I don't doubt that." He said, his lips showed a confident smile as he took a sip of his drink. "I'm just letting you know."
This was about the moment that Ichigo came over to the three of them. "Hey Shin, I'm going." Ichigo said as he came up behind the blonde. Placing a hand on his shoulder, the ginger didn't have to wait as Shinji turned around and wrapped his arms around Ichigo.
"Stay safe." Was all the blonde said to him before pulling away with a wide smile. "And use a condom."
"Oh my god Shin!" Ichigo laughed as he wrapped his jacket around his shoulders before heading toward the door with Grimmjow in toe. He couldn't deny that he was hoping for something like that by the end of the night, but he also wouldn't push Grimmjow into it so quickly.
Having the door opened for him, Ichigo made sure to pull his jacket in as close as he could to keep warm. A cold wind blew across the ground, sweeping the falling snow in their direction. Ichigo looked toward the sky with a smile. He loved watching snow fall, it made him feel at ease, as though there was nothing that could get in his way.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Ichigo tried to keep warm as they walked toward Grimmjow's car. Once in the car, the two stayed silent as they pulled out of the parking lot; a comfortable silence made itself known. The vehicle began to pull away from its spot; reaching a distance that satisfied Grimmjow in knowing he could clear the turn, he moved the stick into first before pulling off into the night.
With the silence lingering, Grimmjow bit his lip. He wanted to talk to the male, but he was unsure of what to say at the moment. What was there to say? Ask how school was? That was a dead end question. He thought for a moment before glancing over toward the ginger. Seeing the red on his cheek still lingering from where that short woman had slapped Ichigo, Grimmjow spoke up, "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked now.
Ichigo looked toward the blue haired male from his passenger's seat, brow raised; "I'm fine. You don't have to worry about something like this." He said as he ran his own fingers against his cheek.
Biting the inside of his cheek now, Grimmjow growled out lightly. "I wanted to throw that little bitch across the room." He commented as his knuckles began to turn white from the grip he now had on the wheel. Ichigo looked at the man's hand, seeing the color change before he let out a sigh.
Feeling fingers caress his left hand. Looking down to see Ichigo's hand dancing around the shift-knob; and his hand, Grimmjow smiled softly. Unknowingly his grip began to loosen around the wheel, his normal color returning. "She got more than enough from Shinji, and I'm sure he's not going to let her forget it till she leaves there tonight." Ichigo told the man, his fingers now moving around the knob and intertwining; rather awkwardly, with Grimmjow's own around the knob.
"By the way, if I ever see that red haired bastard again…" Grimmjow started, only to have his shoulder flicked by Ichigo.
"If we see him again, you're not going to get the chance to do anything. Because I will kick his ass myself." Raising a brow, Grimmjow glanced toward the Berry. Not sure if he was surprised or impressed with the male. Rather decided he was both, surprised and impressed.
"You're amazing." Grimmjow blurted out finally. His eyes were locked on the road ahead of them, so he wasn't actually able to see the expression that the ginger had, but he couldn't help but to smile when he saw out of the corner of his eye that the male had turned in the opposite direction to face outside the window. He couldn't make out everything that Ichigo mumbled as he turned away, but there was the very distinct sound of an insult come from Ichigo.
Ichigo watched as surroundings passed them by, trees, houses, and a few more buildings here or there. But what really caught his attention was a house that he was used to seeing already. He already knew where they were headed. Turning to look at Grimmjow, he watched the male for a moment. "Hey Grimm?"
"Hmm?" He hummed back in question.
"Where are we eating?" He questioned, curiosity thoroughly piqued now. He knew where they were headed, but he wasn't sure of their final destination.
Grimmjow said nothing, his mouth just spreading into a wide grin. Pushing on the gas just a little harder, the blue haired male sped up the street, fully aware that there was no need to speed. He just wanted to get to their destination faster. "I've made accommodations." Grimmjow said with a grin.
Looking at the male questioningly, the ginger looked toward the digital clock on the car. "There's nowhere open right now. It's passed midnight." He quickly responded looking from the clock, to Grimmjow, to the road. His confusion was apparent.
Grimmjow just shrugged at this. He knew that Ichigo was confused, but he also didn't want to spoil the surprise.
Pulling into the driveway, Grimmjow smirked. "Are we going to change before we go out?" The orange haired male, had noticed they were on their way to Grimmjow's house by the route they took.
Parking, Grimmjow said nothing as he got out of the car, moving around the vehicle to open Ichigo's door. Letting out a sigh, Ichigo went along with it; not having any clue as to what was going on. He wasn't surprised when the blue haired male maneuvered his fingers between Ichigo's own. Having the male hold just his hand like that, made a warmth run through his body. He feared he'd burn up completely if there were any more contact than just the simple touch. It felt so good in the cold air, that he refused to let go.
Grimmjow opened the door, allowing Ichigo to go in first before he soon followed suit. Unsure of what was going on, Ichigo waited for just a moment, allowing Grimmjow to pass him and lead the way. Hands still intertwined, Ichigo was pulled along through the house. Through the hall, passed the kitchen, through the dining room, and to the sliding glass door. The blinds were pulled shut, but even still, Grimmjow stood in front of the doors anyway. "Close your eyes." He said in a cocky toned whisper.
Raising a brow, Ichigo sighed before closing his eyes. He waited for a moment before he heard the blinds being pushed off to the side. The sound of the doors opening, and the bite of the cold air hit him softly. Being led out by his hand, he heard the crunch of snow under their feet for a few steps before he hit pavement. A warmth surrounded the area, he was unsure what it was, but it was inviting. He almost took another step toward the feeling. But was pulled back. "Not that way. Just wait right here." He said before he moved away from Ichigo.
Feeling those rough fingers slip from his own, Ichigo reached out toward the loss. When there was nothing that he was able to touch in that direction, he let his hand fall to his side. It took a moment for there to come another sound, or another feeling. But when there was, Grimmjow's warmth was back. This time, his hands were placed on either side of the ginger's neck. Those hands pulled his form forward; a warm touch enveloped his lips. Smiling, Ichigo snaked his own hands up onto Grimmjow's hips. Kissing him back, he tried to push the action further, but the other male pulled back.
"Go ahead and open them now." He said quietly, as to not break the mood.
Doing as he was instructed, Ichigo opened his eyes, looking around the area. To his right, was a large fire pit with a beautiful flame burning bright. Those chocolate brown eyes lingered for a moment, mesmerized by the flickering flame. Turning to his left, he saw the table that was set up, two plates of food sat there, smoke still coming off them as though they were just taken off the burner, two glasses of wine, and a single red rose sat in a small vase on the edge of the table, opposite of the fire.
"Grimm." Ichigo mumbled before he turned from the table, to the flame. "Damn, you ass." He said, turning to face away from the male.
Hearing this unexpected sentence, Grimmjow bit his lip. Did Ichigo not like it? Was the romantic dinner under the stars too cheesy? Was there something wrong with the food maybe? He had millions of possibilities running through his mind before he watched as Ichigo spun around quickly and wrapped his arms around the blue haired male's neck. "I wasn't expecting anything like this. Dammit." He was muffling his voice in the man's neck, and his own arm.
Grinning from ear-to-ear now, Grimmjow lifted the male. "Well I'm glad I can surprise you. I'll have to remember to do it from now on." He said simply before setting the smaller of the two back on his feet. "Would you like to eat before it gets cold?"
Nodding, Ichigo chuckled, "Yeah. I don't want such a fancy night to go to waste. Where did you get this?" Ichigo asked as he sat in one of the chairs, looking at a dish that looked way too expensive compared to what he was used to.
"What are you talking about? I made this." Grimmjow said, sitting across from the ginger. Ichigo looked from the plate to the blue haired male. Surprise was the most obvious expression he showed here, but there was also slight humor. He didn't know if Grimmjow was serious or not. He didn't expect the man to be able to cook at all, let alone make something this extravagant.
The two of them sat there in the brisk night air, warm flames flickering to give them some comfort from the chill of winter. Talking about everything and nothing at all. The two of them made sure to stay away from topics that could possibly lead to the 'exs' topic.
Ichigo hadn't realized how much he didn't actually know about Grimmjow until this night. He learned the man's favorite color was orange, not the blue he'd assumed it to be; his car was blue after all. He also learned that was the reason Grimmjow initially took interest in him, because of his hair. He learned that Grimmjow knew four languages, and that he was from Germany. Throughout their conversation, Ichigo learned more and more that he'd hadn't even thought of asking about.
After their dinner was done with, the two of them had put out the fire that was once their best friend in the dark cold; without it the temperature dropped quickly. They had rushed into the house with the dirty dishes, laughing the whole way as Grimmjow tried to and failed at tripping Ichigo.
When the two made it into the house, they'd immediately taken notice that Nel was sitting at the dining room table. With her back to them, she was working on her laptop. From what Ichigo could tell, it was probably homework.
Both men kicked off their shoes by the sliding door before heading through. "Geez, were we out there that long?" Grimmjow asked the girl as he walked passed.
"Everyone else is asleep already. You two head up to bed too." She told the two before she got up from her seat. Taking the dishes from them she went into the kitchen.
Both guys looked at one another and then in the direction she'd gone. Grimmjow shrugged and grabbed hold of Ichigo's hand. Pulling him along, they'd made their way into the bedroom that Ichigo seemed to find himself in more than his own. With the moon shining through the window, Ichigo easily made his way toward the window. Grimmjow however, could only watch. First, the ginger's jacket hit the floor just as soon as they'd walked into the room. Then the shirt was slipped off and over his head. The moonlight did nothing but make him even more beautiful to Grimmjow.
Taking in a sharp breath, Grimmjow took a step forward, his own jacket falling to the floor. His fingers were about to start on his own shirt, but he stopped when he saw that Ichigo had unbuttoned his pants; the article fell to the floor easily as they were a size too big to begin with.
Having the sight in front of him, Grimmjow couldn't resist any longer as he moved forward. Ichigo had stopped in front of the window. Not making any move to show he'd noticed whether or not Grimmjow was moving toward him. As he stood there, in nothing but the small pair of boyshorts that he'd gotten from Nel earlier in the day, he felt the blue haired man's wrap around his shoulders. An extra weight and the tickling of breathing on his neck let the ginger know that Grimmjow was resting his head on his left shoulder.
Glancing toward the man, he made to face Grimmjow fully. Those strong arms that were secured around him, fell to his hips, and that head that was resting on his shoulder was now looking down at him. "You're beautiful."
Ichigo smiled, thankful that the moonlight wasn't so bright as to let Grimmjow know that his cheeks were heating up at that compliment. Eyes trailing over the man in front of him, Ichigo's own hands came up to the buttons on the man's shirt. With each button that came undone, Ichigo got to see more and more of that body he'd wanted to touch. With the release of that final button, those soft hands moved over that bare chest, now fully exposed, grabbing hold of the collar and peeling it backward off the body standing before him.
Carefully, delicate hands moved back down the solid form before him. Fingers traced around the muscles, and down those defining lines that Ichigo just couldn't get enough of; leading to something he'd only felt once before. Gripping the hem of the sweats that Grimmjow had been wearing all day, Ichigo bit his lip before looking up into those blue eyes.
One hand moved to the side of the ginger's neck, holding him there as the other lifted his chin slightly before Grimmjow moved closer, connecting the two of them. Neither of the two moved for a moment, a moment that seemed to last forever in their minds. Finally, Grimmjow pushed it further, rougher. The hand that was holding Ichigo's chin moved to pull the male's hips closer, and the kiss grew deeper. Forcing his tongue through those lips was a simple task as he took charge of their actions. Both of the blue haired male's hands moved downward. Gripping that peach of an ass he'd so desperately wanted to hold, Grimmjow squeezed it a little before sliding his hands between the thin fabric and the skin underneath. Running his hands over that smooth skin, Grimmjow grinned as he felt the other moan into him; fingers kneading the flesh.
It wasn't until one of those fingers ran over the smaller male's entrance that there was a louder moan; Ichigo couldn't help but shudder as he threw all restraint out the window. Ichigo didn't care anymore as he pushed those sweats down the other man's body. Having forgotten that Grimmjow wasn't wearing anything under the clothing, he'd felt the man's erection rubbing against his stomach. He knew he was shorter than the man, but it shouldn't be by a great margin. Breaking away from the kiss, Ichigo looked downcast, his eyes sliding closed from the pleasure. Being lifted off his feet by those strong arms, Ichigo wrapped his legs around the man.
Hands still groping him, and fingers still teasing his entrance; when Ichigo moved to hang on the man he'd felt one finger slip into him. With a gasp, he hid his face in Grimmjow's neck. His fingers running over the man's back, nails running deep; threatening to draw blood. That single digit dug deep into the male's warmth, moving passed the first knuckle and the second. Letting out a whimper, Ichigo bit down on the man's shoulder as he tried to not let out too much noise.
Moving the two of them toward the bed, Grimmjow all but threw them on the mattress. Removing both his hands from the male, he'd moved to steal what small amount of clothing was covering Ichigo now.
With the two of them completely stripped, Grimmjow moved toward the end table by the head of his bed, searching through the single drawer there, he'd grabbed a tube. He almost moved again until he felt a wet warmth running along his length. With a shuddering moan, he did his best not to move from his position. "Shit Ichi."
Skillfully, Ichigo ran his tongue along the length that was presented to him as Grimmjow moved up the bed. With Grimmjow positioned over him, Ichigo ran a hand up his body as the other held that cock in place. His tongue ran upward on the length, ending at the head before he'd pulled the piece into his mouth. Once the warmth encompassed that small amount of a much larger piece of meat, Ichigo closed his eyes as he took as much as he could into his mouth without choking. "Fuuck." Grimmjow let out in a raspy whisper before a sharp intake of breath. His own hips starting to rock back and forth. With each thrust, Grimmjow managed to get further into that warm throat.
It wasn't until there was a choking grunt from Ichigo did the ginger put his hand against the man's hip to try and slow the pace. Taking the hint, Grimmjow pulled himself away from the other's skillful mouth despite wanting to do nothing more than push himself all the way to the back of the male's throat. "Shit Ichi, you're fucking good at that." Grimmjow said as he moved back down to where they were face to face.
"Shut up." Ichigo said as he wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders, pulling him down and nearly dragging Grimmjow's tongue into his own mouth.
Pulling away, Grimmjow made sure to see those chocolate brown eyes under him. With the tube he'd retrieved earlier in hand, Grimmjow coated his fingers in the slick liquid inside. Once he was sure it would be easier now, he moved to push his middle finger into that warm entrance once more. Circling around the warmth with his finger, he chuckled when he felt the ginger's arms tighten around his shoulders, and a moan come from deep in Ichigo's throat. It was only a small moment later that Grimmjow pushed another finger into the male, pulling the two almost all the way out before pushing them to the last knuckle.
With those long fingers inside of him, Ichigo let out a gasp of breath before his breathing became heavy and short. His eyes shut tight, he bit his lip to he wouldn't scream out. With his free hand, Grimmjow put his thumb against the ginger's lips; pulling the lip from between Ichigo's teeth. "I wanna hear your voice. Tell me what you want." He whispered softly against those soft lips.
"Fuck Grimm. Do it already. I can't take it anymore." Ichigo whispered out quietly as he shut his eyes tighter. The digits inside of him moved in and out before spreading out, stretching his entrance.
"Do what?" Grimmjow's voice was raspy as he whispered. His eyes were shades darker as his lust for the other was boiling over.
"Do it!" Ichigo groaned as he put his forehead against the other man's.
"What? What is it you want me to do Ichi? Tell me." He hooked his fingers now, rubbing them against the bundle of nerves he knew were in there. His lips morphed into a smirk as Ichigo's face showed nothing except pure ecstasy. Hands moving quickly to dig into the blue haired man's back, he was sure he would have tears in his skin after this. "Come on Ichi, use your voice."
"Gods," Ichigo let out in a breath. Digging his nails in as deep as he could, he tried to catch his breath, "Fuck me already dammit." He hissed out with a dark glare at the man.
"That's what I wanted to hear baby." Removing his fingers, Grimmjow poured a generous amount of lube into his hand before lathering it over his own length. "You sure you want this babe?" He asked; he knew it was a stupid question.
"Fuck me Grimmjow."
He sure as hell didn't need to be told a second time. Lifting both of Ichigo's legs to his shoulders, causing the ginger's arms to fall to his sides on the bed, Grimmjow lined himself up before pushing in. As soon as the head of his cock pushed passed the ring of muscle there, Ichigo let out a loud gasp. His ass moved against Grimmjow, pushing so he'd slip deeper into the inviting warmth. "Damn." Grimmjow huffed out before pushing even deeper. "You're tight as hell Ichi." He added before he plowed as deep as he could in one motion.
"Oh god!" Ichigo almost screamed out as he grabbed hold of the blankets roughly. "G-Gods." He whined before he felt the man pulling out; the loss of the mass was upsetting to the male, but it was short lived as Grimmjow pushed back in roughly. This time, he did scream.
"Not sure if I'm a god, but I'll accept that." Grimmjow said before he came to a steady rhythm. "Damn Ichi, you're gripping me so fucking tight." He whispered as he thrust a little harder each time.
Toes curling in pleasure, Ichigo couldn't even form logical words now as his moans got louder, gibberish coming out along. With a hard thrust, Grimmjow pulled back, falling out of the male beneath him. Ichigo let out a gasp of breath as he let his head fall to the side; exhausted. He didn't however get time to recover as Grimmjow flipped him onto his stomach. With a yelp, Ichigo felt the male enter him once again, all the way to the base. The sound of those hips hitting his ass could be heard.
Leaning over the male, Grimmjow had his arms on both sides of the ginger beneath him; forehead resting against the back of those orange locks. His breathing was heavy and staggered as he thrust downward into the male. Fingers gripping the sheets, and knuckles turning white, Ichigo bit down on the pillow his face was in to not scream out.
Placing a hand on the back of the other male's, Grimmjow's fingers slid between Ichigo's to hold onto him. "Cum for me baby." He whispered into his ear as he thrust harder and harder, going as deep as he could with each shot.
With those simple words, and the roughness of each thrust, Ichigo couldn't stop himself any longer. Lifting his head from the pillow, he moaned out a whine. Grimmjow couldn't see as he was on his stomach, but the grip around his length grew tighter. He knew that Ichigo was at his limit. "Fuck so tight." He huffed out roughly as he thrust a few more time. He was also at his limit.
"G-Grimm. Cum inside." Ichigo moaned out.
"Fuck Ichi, yes. I can't get enough of you." With a final deep and hard thrust, Grimmjow could feel himself cumming. He kept the movements of his hips up as he rode out his release, each thrust came another shot of cum. When he was finally done, he could no longer hold himself up as he fell onto the male.
Both of the boys were out of breath now. Breathing heavy, Grimmjow let out a groan as he weakly pulled himself up and off Ichigo. Pulling out of the male, he looked down at that ass he'd just been inside of. Letting out a chuckle, he fell to his side of the bed, hand slapping against the exposed flesh of that peach.
Letting out a yelp from the slap, Ichigo shot up and glared at the male. "Was that necessary?"
Laughing, Grimmjow wrapped his arm around the male to pull him close. "Yes it was." He said before pulling the blanket over the two of them. The two of them lay in silence as Grimmjow just held onto the smaller male. Sweat rolling off his body, they were both thankful for the cold temperatures of the night. "Get some sleep babe."
When he didn't get a response from the ginger, Grimmjow's eyes glanced down at him. Those chocolate brown eyes were softly closed, and the male's breathing was steady now. "Goodnight Ichi."
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