So I'm back with the explosive new chapter of Love Lessons!
Chapter 11: "Molesting someone doesn't count as getting back together,"
Grimmjow was having difficulty adjusting to the bombshell Ichigo had dropped on him, but he supposed he shouldn't have been that surprised that Rukia was meddling in his life. Really, she was that sort of person and it wasn't like he hadn't had any warning that she was back in his life, he just hadn't really thought she would do anything. He was a little confused as to how she had figured out he was in a relationship with Ichigo but that wasn't really that important now. What was important was fixing the mess he was currently in. But what exactly was he going to do? Common sense suggested that getting out of his relationship with Ichigo was the best thing for both of them, the fact that no action had been taken against him showed that Rukia hadn't reported him to the school, or worse the police but there was nothing to stop her from doing so if he got back together with the teen.
But there was this aching in his gut and he knew that he wanted the teen back. He wasn't young enough or foolish enough to think that he was in love with Ichigo, not at this stage of their relationship, but he knew that he could and even though that scared him, it was nice. It had been nice to come home to find Ichigo lounging around his apartment and to find Ichigo's things slowly merging into the cupboards along side his own and to wake up with Ichigo there, even if he was bitching at him for some reason or another or picking fights with him, simply because he could.
So…. he was faced with one option, to tell Ichigo the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. He had been planning to the other day but by the time Ichigo was meant to come over he had almost talked himself out of it. You can't handle the truth, his brain told him as Grimmjow stretched, he snorted. He doubted Ichigo could handle the truth. Even to him the story sounded ridiculous, like something out of a TV drama. He glanced at his watch, it was almost the end of lunchtime and he had classes to teach that afternoon so his big revelations were going to have to wait. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering whether it was worth facing the staff room to get some food. He rubbed his stomach and grabbed his jacket, planning to go to his car and have a cigarette; he didn't feel like he would be able to eat anyway with this big hot ball of anger stewing in his stomach.
He was angry, very angry, he realized now that he had recovered from the shock of the situation. Angry at Ichigo for reasons he didn't really understand, angry at himself for not trying harder to make the teen listen, for not running after him and forcing him to listen, even though he knew that making a scene in the middle of school was a ridiculous idea. Most of all he was angry at Rukia, for messing up his chances of happiness and for coming into his life again when he thought he had finally got away from her and the mess of his past.
He unlocked his car and drove out of the school grounds to the next street, not fancying the Vice Principal Tousen bitching at him for smoking in front of the school kids and setting a bad example. He rolled his eyes as he wound down the window and blew the smoke out of the car. He rested his head back and stared at a money spider as it crawled across the roof of his car, struggling to walk because of the tiny fibers on the roof. He closed his eyes and sighed. He knew exactly how the little spider felt.
Ichigo watched Grimmjow's car peel out of the school, a smirk almost gracing his lips as he watched the man leave. He knew exactly where he was going, to smoke in the safety of the next street so that Tousen wouldn't bitch at him, which in turn always made Grimmjow bitch at him about Tousen. He sighed, betrayal and hurt tugging at his insides again before he turned back to his friend's conversation.
"You should have seen them, bouncing around. It was like some kind of wonderful dream!" Keigo grinned happily, sighing at the memory.
"Dude, she's your friend! Besides if Tatsuki hears you…" Renji pointed out, trailing off as a shadow fell over him.
"If I hear what?" The short haired girl growled, leaning over him. He leapt up and dived behind Ichigo for safety and pointed at Keigo.
"Hey take it up with him!" He yelled as Keigo shook his head at the menacing gaze now fixed on him.
"Traitor!" He cried dramatically as the short haired girl grabbed his collar and began shaking him, demanding to know what he had been saying. Renji laughed, watching Keigo protest his innocence before he noticed that Ichigo wasn't even smiling at their irritating friends imminent demise.
"Look, Ichigo," He started, aware that what he was about to do rated as high on the stupid scale as poking a bear with a stick while wearing a suit of meat, but he persevered, "I know you don't like to talk about stuff when it bothers you, but cos I know what's going on and everything, you can talk to me," Renji told him, glancing to check their friends were still occupied and wouldn't overhear him.
Ichigo's dark eyes flickered to his face and the hints of a smile curved up the corner of his mouth.
"Thanks Renji, but there isn't anything going on," Ichigo told him and Renji scowled.
"I'm not stupid, everyone has noticed how down you are and we've been giving you space…"
"No…Renji I mean with me and Grimm, there is nothing going on," Ichigo explained and Renji's jaw dropped a little and his mouth formed a little 'o' shape. Ichigo shrugged and stood up, causing everyone to glance at him. "I've got some bits and pieces to do,"
Renji sighed, rubbing his head.
"What did you do!?" Tatsuki yelled, dropping Keigo and Renji raised his hands in front of him defensively.
"Nothing, we had a chat and now he has stuff to do, it's simple," Renji explained. Tatsuki looked at the figure of their friend as he walked back into school and sighed, before turning her attention back to Keigo who was attempting to creep away unnoticed.
"Oh no you don't," She muttered, pinning him down with her foot as he let out a shriek. Renji sighed and rubbed his head, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
You have one new message.
Renji smiled, clicking the open message button. He was pleased his love life was a lot simpler than Ichigo's.
Ichigo had his music on, pounding loudly into his ears. He found it helped to clear his mind completely to focus on nothing but the lyrics and the feel of his feet hitting the pavement as he walked home. He had used to dislike not living in the same direction as his house but today he welcomed the solitude. He hadn't meant to tell Renji today, because telling him made it real but it also meant that Renji could help, reassuring his friends until he got over this. Because he knew he would, that it would fade and eventually become nothing but a dull ache and sometimes when it was raining or on a sunny day in June he would remember…he paused rubbing at his face.
He sighed, he had managed to confuse himself and his thoughts had drifted. His feelings for Grimmjow were to raw and confusing but all he knew was that he had never felt like this before, never felt this extreme attraction and maybe that was why it hurt so much to have it all taken away.
The beeping of a car horn right next to him made him jump and Ichigo glanced around, wide eyed to see the very person who was taking over his thoughts driving slowly along next to him on the deserted road. Ichigo cursed that he had decided to take the silent scenic route and pulled his headphones from his ears.
"What?" He growled, turning to look at him.
"Get in the car," Grimmjow muttered impatiently, glancing up and down the quiet suburban road awkwardly.
"No," Ichigo announced a lot more calmly than he was feeling and began to walk. He heard Grimmjow sigh as he drove the car alongside him at snails pace.
"Let me explain," Grimmjow growled, slamming his hands angrily on the steering wheel and Ichigo's hands fisted at his sides.
"Why?" Ichigo yelled, stopping suddenly and kicking the car door. Grimmjow barely even flinched at the action and Ichigo shook his head.
"I don't want to hear you lie. Not to me. I thought this was something but I guess I was being stupid. I've never met anyone like you," Ichigo laughed suddenly, "But I'm replaceable I'm sure. This was a bad idea anyway, so I'm glad. You've just given me a reason to get out of this,"
Grimmjow gripped the wheel, staring straight ahead of him.
"You're not…" He murmured but Ichigo was turning away, putting his headphones back into his ears.
"I'll get over you," He announced coldly and Grimmjow's car peeled away, tires screeching in the silent afternoon. Ichigo stared sadly after it, knowing he had wound Grimmjow up, but taking no pleasure in it.
I've never met anyone like you.
Grimmjow was pacing, ignoring the confused meows coming from the cat that was attempting to get his attention.
I've never met anyone like you.
If he hadn't lost his temper at Ichigo, at himself, if he had just said something, anything. But his mind had been blank and all he could think of was Ichigo's words.
I thought this was something.
Ichigo had looked hurt. Grimmjow had seen that face a million times, hell they argued so much it was impossible to go a day without seeing it. But this time it had been different, he had been so crushed. Grimmjow had just wanted to gather him up and kiss the sadness from his face. He sighed, he had to make him listen. He wished he could be selfless and just let Ichigo get over him, find someone his own age and without the mess that came with their relationship but what the teen had said was true. He hadn't met anyone like Ichigo before and Grimmjow was selfish, what he wanted he got and he would get him back. It would just take some planning and making Ichigo listen to him.
He inhaled on his cigarette sitting down on the sofa. Or maybe he would just wait for some kind of opportune moment. Planning ahead had never been his style.
It took three days for Grimmjow's opportune moment. It was by chance that he had stayed in school late, terrifying some kid into almost wetting himself in a detention. He snorted as he wandered down the corridor; the kid had deserved it really. Everybody knew that when he was in a bad mood, you didn't so much as cough without Grimmjow's permission let alone pass stupid notes when you thought he wasn't watching. Grimmjow pushed his glasses up his nose, taking in the deserted corridors. Really in his opinion the school was much better like this. That was when he saw him, wandering ahead of him up the corridor his orange hair catching the light.
He wandered casually into the male toilets and Grimmjow smirked, following him in quietly. Ichigo was washing his face in the sink and he glanced up when he heard the door swing open and shut. He blinked for a moment, the water in his eyes creating a blurred figure before it focused and he recognized Grimmjow leaning on the door as he casually locked it.
"Open the door," Ichigo hissed and Grimmjow smiled, though as Ichigo studied his face he realized it was more like he was simply baring his teeth at the teen.
"We need to talk," Grimmjow said simply, ignoring Ichigo's statement but not moving from his position by the door, effectively blocking Ichigo's exit.
"I'll scream," Ichigo snapped, before he blinked at his own words. That had sounded a lot girlier than he meant it to and he watched Grimmjow's face change, the angry look being replaced by a more playful, familiar smile.
"Is that a promise?" Grimmjow purred, looking at Ichigo over the top of his glasses, his eyebrow raised. Ichigo felt a flush travel across his cheeks and he couldn't help but imagine Grimmjow pushing him down, touching him. He glanced away, shifting a little. It felt so natural to fall back into this pattern with the older man and he sighed.
"Let me go, go home and see your fiancé," Ichigo sighed tiredly, loosing the energy even to argue with the other man and Grimmjow sighed.
"You keep banging on and on about this fiancé and I hate to tell you, but she doesn't exist," Grimmjow growled, not moving an inch from his position by the door.
"Shut the fuck up. I met her, I saw the ring on her fucking finger," Ichigo yelled and Grimmjow raised his eyebrows.
"She's got a ring? That's fucking new." He muttered, drumming his fingers on his arm and looking thoroughly bored by the conversation. Ichigo lunged at him, aiming to slam his fist into Grimmjow's face but Grimmjow blocked him and pulled him flush against him. Ichigo panted at both the proximity and from the force of the adrenaline and anger flooding his veins.
"Sit down," Grimmjow muttered, pushing him into the cubicle and forcing him to sit on the toilet while he leant against the door, stopping Ichigo from leaving again. Ichigo scowled folding his arms across his chest with a sort of childish defiance. Grimmjow half expected him to put his fingers in his ears and shout 'la la la' as he tried to explain.
"Rukia…. was my fiancé," He muttered, watching Ichigo's eyes widen. He had clearly been expecting outright denials and he pinned Ichigo with his gaze. "Was, past tense. I know you're failing my subject but I assume you're not thick enough to not have a basic grasp of grammar," He smirked and Ichigo's scowl deepened but it wasn't enough to hide the emotions that were simmering in Ichigo's brown eyes.
"Ha, fucking, ha," Ichigo growled, unfolding his arms so he could rest them on his knees. "Why was?" he asked his voice shaking a little and Grimmjow couldn't stop himself from reaching out and touching his face.
"Don't get big headed I didn't chuck her for you or anything dramatic like that," he smirked and Ichigo moved away from his touch as Grimmjow chuckled. "Nah, we were done long before I met you," He ran his hand through his hair and breathed out heavily through his nose, wishing he had a cigarette.
"It sounds mental but I suppose I should start from the beginning. I was planning to tell you about all this…later I suppose. I just didn't think she would have kept on going with this." Grimmjow explained and Ichigo's heart leapt. It was stupid but that word…later…Grimmjow had thought about them, about a future. He almost smiled but Grimmjow was still talking.
"Look, my parents were rich, and I mean rich. They owned some massive company that did something I have no idea about or interest in. I'm in charge of it now but I have people running it for me. I washed my hands of it when my parents died but before they died there was another company we were having trouble with, competition. Kuchiki Industries. It's pretty big, you might have heard of it. Anyway Rukia's father and my parents decided that she and I would get married to unite the companies. It was a match. We hadn't even met and we were sixteen. It was ridiculous. Whatever, some shit happened and her dad died, I don't know what had happened to her mother but she wasn't around and her brother decided to follow through with his fathers wishes and we were still expected to marry when we turned twenty. I'd met her once or twice by this point and she was nice enough, but there were no feelings or any attraction…. just a sort of mutual understanding that we had to get through this shit as best as we could. Then my parents died and it was like a new lease of life. Neither of us wanted the wedding so it was a perfect excuse to call it off. I canceled the engagement and left to go study the only thing I was any good at in school. It was fine and there was no problem. Life went on and I got a girlfriend," He paused as Ichigo pulled a face and he snorted. "Don't look at me like that, I'm not saying it to get a reaction I'm just saying. She was a fucking bimbo though. Its going okay, I've got no complaints when one day she comes screaming at me about my fiancé and I'm pretty confused. So I contact Rukia, asking her what she's playing at and she gives me some shit about having a right, because we're engaged. I point out we're not and we go our separate ways. You aren't the first person she's done this too, but I thought I'd lost her here which is why I hadn't said anything." Ichigo sighed, sitting back on the toilet and looking at Grimmjow with hard eyes.
"So she's your stalker?" He asked staring into Grimmjow's hypnotizing blue eyes and Grimmjow nodded.
"To put it mildly," He shrugged and Ichigo sat forward.
"I want to believe you," he whispered suddenly and Grimmjow's face turned serious as he reached out and put his hand over one of Ichigo's. He looked uncomfortable at the gentle gesture and Ichigo found himself grinning. He might be a sex god but when it came to simple acts of affection Grimmjow acted like he would rather chew his own hand off. But Ichigo could see he was making an effort and he thought it through, feeling the warmth off Grimmjow's hand sinking into his own.
"Then do," Grimmjow murmured, leaning in to capture Ichigo's lips. It was a light kiss that made Ichigo's lips tingle and he couldn't help but leaning in and breathing in the familiar scent that he had missed so much.
"I…look this is difficult for me. I've never been in a relationship like this. I'm allowed to freak out when I think I'm just some bit on the side okay. And any other freak out I may have, its allowed." Ichigo told him firmly and Grimmjow smirked.
"Really?" He purred as Ichigo pressed his hand flat against his chest and nodded leaning forward ever so slightly and standing on his tip toes until his lips were almost pressed against Grimmjow's.
"Yes." He whispered as Grimmjow's fingers began slide up the inside of his untucked school shirt, softly touching the skin underneath. Ichigo leaned forward sealing his lips against the others with a barely audible sigh. It hadn't been that long since he had been with the other man but he had missed this. The touching and the passion and the desperate burning need coursing through his veins was back as Grimmjow began to move aggressively, backing Ichigo up until his back hit one of the walls of the tiny cubicle. Grimmjow's tongue was in his mouth now; mapping out every part of it and Ichigo clung to him, pressing every part of himself against Grimmjow's firm body, his hands tangling into his soft blue hair.
"Fuck," Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow pulled his mouth away to litter bites and kisses across the teen's jaw and neck, his hands working on the buttons of the school shirt as Ichigo pressed his hips against Grimmjow's impatiently.
Grimmjow detached his mouth from Ichigo's neck and smirked, catching Ichigo's bottom lip between his teeth and biting on it softly causing Ichigo to groan.
"So impatient," Grimmjow murmured, leisurely trailing his hand up Ichigo's now bare chest, his fingers softly brushing over one of Ichigo's nipples. Ichigo arched his back at the light caress, tugging on the soft strands of hair under his fingers. He growled and moved his own mouth to tease Grimmjow's neck as he felt the man's hands slide down to the waistband of his trousers.
Grimmjow purred as Ichigo bit down on his neck before pushing the teen away and sliding one of his legs between Ichigo's, who couldn't stop himself thrusting against it. Grimmjow smirked at the breathy moans coming from Ichigo as he very slowly began to tease the teen's zip down, relishing in the desperate glazed gaze that was fixed on him as he created as little friction as possible.
A loud bang distracted them and Ichigo's eyes widened as he realized that someone was trying to get into the bathroom.
"Grimm!" He hissed panicked as the man showed no sign of having heard the noise. Grimmjow had pulled open his pants now as was slipping his hand inside of Ichigo's boxers. The soft feel of the man's hand stroking him made Ichigo momentarily forget what he was panicking about and he let his head fall back against the wall, watching Grimmjow as he leaned in and pressed soft kisses against his cheeks and lips as his hand moved achingly slowly over his erect member.
"Don't worry," he purred, "It's locked from the inside they can't get in," His fingers began to speed up and Ichigo bit his lip, a groan escaping. Grimmjow's thumb began to rub over the slit of his penis and Ichigo gasped, bucking his hips as Grimmjow smirked, taking in Ichigo's bruised lips and flushed face.
"I've missed seeing you like this Ichi," he murmured into the teen's ear, nibbling on his earlobe as he sped up his hand movement again. "All hot and just fucking begging me to take you," he whispered and he heard Ichigo's breath hitch as he began to slide his free hand down Ichigo's back to cup his ass. He could feel Ichigo's nails biting into his back through his shirt and he could feel his own erection aching in his pants, but he could feel that Ichigo was close, he could tell from the familiar shaking in the teen's arms and the soft cursing he was emitting as Grimmjow squeezed and massaged Ichigo's ass.
"Are you close Ichi?" He asked, his voice husky and he felt Ichigo nod as Grimmjow squeezed his erection.
"Ah!" Ichigo yelled, his nerves on fire. Another bang on the main door couldn't even bring him down from his high as Grimmjow touched him, whispering dirty things in his ear that turned him on and made him see white.
"Are you going to come for me Ichi?" Grimmjow asked and Ichigo was nodding again desperately.
"Yes, fuck, yes," Ichigo gasped out, struggling to force the words out as he panted desperately for air. There were white spots swimming in his vision and he felt as if something inside of him snapped and he was crying out, feeling pleasure sing through his body as he released into Grimmjow's hand.
"I missed you," Grimmjow sighed against Ichigo's neck and Ichigo raised his eyebrows at the brutal honesty of the statement. "I'm glad I got you back,"
Ichigo pulled himself away from the other man with difficulty, his body protesting from leaving the comforting warmth and he pulled his trousers up, buttoning them with a scowl.
"I've still got a lot of questions to ask Grimm," Ichigo told him sternly and then he folded his arms across his chest, "Anyway molesting someone doesn't count as getting back together," he pointed out and Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.
"It usually does with us," Grimmjow snorted and Ichigo sighed a slight smile on his face.
"It's a little hard to believe," Ichigo sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. He wanted to believe Grimmjow though, so much that it hurt.
"Tell me about it, and its my fucking life," He grumbled and Ichigo opened his eyes and watched him carefully as the other man watched him. "I can give you the number of my exes…you can ring them…if they tell you why we broke up you'll know she's done it before," Grimmjow muttered and Ichigo pulled another face.
"Or you've cheated on her a lot," Ichigo sniffed, but he knew that logic suggested that if Grimmjow had cheated on her more than once and she had found out she would have left him, no matter how much she loved him. Still the idea that she was sabotaging his relationships to win him back? It was a little much. Grimmjow raised his eyebrows clearly following his thought pattern. "Look…no thanks," Ichigo conceded, rolling his eyes and he saw Grimmjow smirk.
"It might have taken you a while to ring them all though," He grinned and Ichigo narrowed his eyes at the others face.
If what Grimmjow said was true then things were going to get very complicated.
"Did you tell the others?" He asked, gritting his teeth slightly at the words. Grimmjow smiled at the jealousy in the teens face and shrugged.
"They weren't worth the effort. I didn't care about 'em enough to be that fussed if they chucked me." Grimmjow told him and Ichigo blinked, aware of the implication that Grimmjow did care about him enough to try and explain all of this. Grimmjow looked up at him suddenly, his face serious. "I've never met anyone like you before," He told Ichigo seriously and Ichigo flushed, glancing away at hearing his own words repeated back to him. Grimmjow coughed and shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't good at this whole caring and sharing thing.
"As if we weren't enough of a TV drama before," He mumbled and Grimmjow snorted, shoving them into his pockets.
"Tell me about it," Grimmjow muttered and Ichigo stood up, the tiny space they were in meaning that he was practically pressed against Grimmjow.
"I didn't mean what I said," Ichigo mumbled and Grimmjow raised his eyebrows.
"You said a lot of things." He countered watching Ichigo carefully who frowned and reached out a tentative hand to touch Grimmjow's shirt.
"Lets go back to yours," Ichigo said suddenly, his eyes on the bulge in Grimmjow's pants. Grimmjow smirked and wrapped his fingers around the hand touching him tentatively.
"You believe me?" he asked narrowing his eyes and Ichigo tilted his head to the side with a laugh.
"Weirder things happen right?" He told Grimmjow with a shrug.
A sudden banging on the door made them both freeze.
"We know you are in there! Now open the door! Its against the rules to be on school premises this late!" A voice yelled and Ichigo stared at Grimmjow, wide eyed with panic. It looked like someone had figured out that people were in the toilets.
"Ah shit," Grimmjow sighed, scratching his head and leaving the cubicle they were in to glance around the bathroom.
"What the fuck are we going to do? I mean one of us we could just pretend that we got locked in by accident, but this is going to look suspicious!" Ichigo whispered, leaning against the sinks. He was way to tired to deal with this.
"Looks like we aren't going to be leaving through the door then," Grimmjow whispered back, his eyes glinting and a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Ichigo followed Grimmjow's gaze to the small bathroom window and shook his head.
"No way! We won't fit!" Ichigo hissed, staring at the man as if he was mad.
"It's perfect, looks out over the playing field, we can sneak round the back and then I can stroll around, grab your things and then pick you up in the next street," Grimmjow explained, pushing at the tiny blurred glass window.
Ichigo stared at him as if he was mad before Grimmjow turned and waggled his eyebrows.
"Come on, it's fun! You don't think it's exciting?" He asked and Ichigo sighed.
"Fine," He growled, stalking over to help the blue haired man push the window open. "Though I think what we're doing qualifies as destroying school property, because I don't think these are meant to be opened like this,"
Grimmjow rolled his eyes.
"Where's your rebellious side?" Grimmjow asked, but before Ichigo could reply the window sprung open. Ichigo glanced down and his eyes widened at the fairly high jump, even for the ground floor.
"I left it at home today," he sighed as Grimmjow smiled and gestured to the window.
"After you," he said politely and Ichigo scowled at the smirking man. He should have known that things were going to get a lot more dramatic the moment he decided to go out with the teacher again.
There aren't very many chapters left now. And they are all written out on grubby pieces of paper that are loitering around my bedroom so they shouldn't take to long to type up and put on here. So let me know what you think, I do love reading reviews .