Chapter 12
Ichigo walked into the dorm room, his pack hanging over his shoulder. He looked to the TV room and quirked an eyebrow when he didn't see Grimmjow sitting on the couch. He threw his bag on the empty piece of furniture and walked down the hallway to their bedroom.
Opening the door, he gasped. Both his and Grimmjow's beds were gone and in the corner of the room where Ichigo's bed had been was a large, possibly king-sized, bed with shining, dark blue covers. Grimmjow had moved the teen's dresser to where his old bed had been at the other side of the room. Beside the head of the large bed was a nightstand.
Ichigo jumped when he felt arms wrap around him from behind, relaxing as the person rested their chin on his shoulder. He smiled.
"Surprise." Grimmjow's voice was lowered into a husky murmur, making Ichigo shiver tremendously. But not as much shivering as he did when Grimmjow's lips began kissing up his neck to his jaw line. The taller teen stopped at his ear.
"Do you like it?" He whispered before drawing the lobe into his mouth with his tongue. He trapped the sensitive flesh between his upper row of teeth and his bottom lip, working it and loving how it made Ichigo moan.
"Yes…" Ichigo placed his arms over the ones wrapped around his middle and tilted his head for Grimmjow to continue assaulting his neck. When more kisses didn't come, he opened his eyes.
Grimmjow slid his arms out from around the teen and backed up, waiting. Waiting for Ichigo to turn around. And once the smaller teen did, he stared. It'd been only three days without him and his need for…for contact, for satisfaction, for Ichigo had soared. It bled through to his eyes, which shone a dark cerulean instead of his normal sky blue.
Ichigo gulped. "Gri-…"
"In the bedroom. Now." Grimmjow had to speak through clenched teeth to stop himself from picking the other up and carrying him to the bed.
Ichigo did as told, backing up step by step and watching as the teal-haired teen stalked after him; like a predator towards his prey.
Ichigo never took his eyes off Grimmjow, even as the teen closed the door behind him and locked it, even as he began shedding himself of his shirt. It didn't even register that he should've starting taking off his clothes as well, until he was up against the edge of the bed, feeling it on the back of his knees.
Ichigo sat on the bed, still staring up at Grimmjow through shaded eyes. Grimmjow cupped Ichigo's face with both his hands. Lowering his head, he covered the teen's mouth with his own.
This was no soft kiss, contact or otherwise. This was a primal taking: of Ichigo's mouth, Ichigo's mind, and Ichigo's will. He couldn't think past the feel of Grimmjow's lips moving over his—soft seduction, firm demand. Heat that increased: a slow slide of ascending anticipation. He moved a hand behind him to support himself on the bed, his other hand reaching up to thread his fingers through Grimmjow's teal locks.
He couldn't do anything as Grimmjow pulled the shirt over his head other than lift his arms, whimpering as their lips had to separate for that brief moment. But once back together the pleasure from the kiss just kept growing.
Grimmjow pulled back, staring into Ichigo's eyes for just a moment before telling him to move back to the center of the bed. Ichigo didn't nod, just did as he was told, and before he could sit or lie down, Grimmjow was on top of him once again, reclaiming his lips.
Grimmjow pressed his body into Ichigo's, deciding the positioning of their bodies as Ichigo's back came in contact with the dark blue bedspread. His mind barely had the chance to register that they were made of satin before Grimmjow began grinding into him. His head quickly turned, one of his hands flying quickly over his mouth to stifle his moan. His other hand grabbed onto the other's shoulder.
Grimmjow kept grinding. When the option of kissing left him, he moved his lips down Ichigo's neck. Grimmjow bit, licked, and sucked at Ichigo's pulse point as he drove their hips together. He moaned, low and deep, as Ichigo's nails dug into his shoulder. Surly there would be small crescent-shaped bruises there in the morning.
He backed up and Ichigo's hand fell beside his head on the bed, putting him in the sexiest, most vulnerable pose Grimmjow had ever seen him in. Staring up at him with half-lidded eyes, his face flushed with the back of his hand covering his mouth, his chest rose and fell as he panted for air. Grimmjow growled, almost animalistic, and planted both hands firmly on Ichigo's hips, thrusting into him harder. He groaned as Ichigo's head flew back.
Eyelids heavy with sudden arousal, Ichigo bucked upwards at every thrust Grimmjow heaved. His hard member scraped against the denim of his pants, Grimmjow's pants, Grimmjow's body. His senses exploded. Oh my God, the pants had to go, because only skin on heated skin could ease the ache growing low in his stomach.
Apparently Grimmjow had the same thought as he suddenly stopped and sat on Ichigo's crotch, reaching down to his pants and undoing the button and zipper before yanking off both his pants and his boxers in one fluid movement and tossing them to the floor. He got off of Ichigo, only for a moment, as the teen fumbled with his own pants. Doing the same and ridding himself of everything so that they were both in the nude.
Grimmjow got on top of him again, immediately grinding like before. When he saw Ichigo's hands twitching to cover his mouth, he grabbed a hold of them in each of his, interlacing their fingers. Ichigo pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it to stifle his moans as Grimmjow kept thrusting.
"Let. Me. Hear. You." He punctuated each word with particularly hard thrusts.
Ichigo shook his head defiantly, gasping in a breath of air as Grimmjow thrust into his sack. He felt Grimmjow let go of his hands and, instantly, one hand flew over to cover his mouth, the other kept his wrist over his eyes as he flung his head backwards and bit his knuckle.
Grimmjow began kissing down Ichigo's neck, his thrusting stopped altogether. Ichigo whimpered, as the other bit his collarbone then licked it in mock-apology. He gasped when Grimmjow's hands started to rub up and down his sides, sucking in air when the hands went upward and letting out a shaky breath when they went down.
Grimmjow's mouth continued on, stopping to suck harshly and bite Ichigo's nipple, making the teen squirm underneath him. He chuckled for just a second before biting his way down to Ichigo's navel and dipping his tongue inside. His hands traveled lower as well, rubbing Ichigo's thighs while parting them more.
Kneeling between Ichigo's legs, he cupped the smaller teen's balls. Ichigo moaned, but didn't move. Leaning lower, he slid his tongue slowly over each and felt them tighten in response.
Ichigo gave a strangled cry as Grimmjow's hot, wet tongue slid up the underside of his length. Grimmjow repeated the action a few more times, his free hand, the one that wasn't gripping the base of Ichigo's cock, massaged the inside of Ichigo's thigh.
He blew another hot breath over the head of Ichigo's cock and licked up the bead of pre-cum before licking a circle around the very tip. He heard Ichigo moan, still muffled. He smirked inwardly as he took the head into his mouth, his tongue still swirling around it.
Ichigo's head flew back, his hand that was over his eyes quickly grabbed the bedspread. He bit his knuckle and moaned again as Grimmjow sucked, moaned even louder as Grimmjow took more into his mouth, and almost screamed when he began deep-throating him.
Grimmjow tightened his lips and began the up-and-down motion he hoped would give Ichigo so much pleasure that he would never want to leave for any amount of time again. Faster and faster, swirling his tongue around him until…
With fingers Grimmjow could feel shaking, Ichigo reached between Grimmjow's legs and touched him. Grimmjow might as well have stuck his finger into a light socket, because his reaction was the same. The low moan of unbearable need couldn't have come from him. He didn't make sounds like that.
And when the hand began pumping him, he lost it. He pulled away from Ichigo's need and lied down on his side, his crotch in front of Ichigo's face.
"Suck." It was the only command he gave before going back to his previous actions.
Ichigo, with shaking hands, grabbed onto the base of Grimmjow's cock. His breath was all harsh gasps and rushes of escaped air as he licked up Grimmjow's shaft. He tried to mimic what his boyfriend was doing to him, but he just couldn't. He was too far gone.
He kept licking and licking, moaning and gasping, panting and twitching, as Grimmjow kept up his fast pace. He finally took Grimmjow's head into his mouth and tried sucking, twitching and pulling back to gasp harshly as Grimmjow's throat had vibrated around him. He inwardly grinned at making Grimmjow moan another time.
His mouth ascended on Grimmjow's rock hard need again. He resisted the urge to pull back and scream as Grimmjow moaned around him once more. He knew that he was vibrating around Grimmjow as well, because he couldn't hold back his moans as the other kept up his pace.
Ichigo didn't even have time to anticipate his orgasm before it was on him, a violent spasm that flung him high and tumbled him end over end.
Grimmjow's head pulled back, swallowing the sticky substance in his mouth, but not licking up the rest as more came. He sat next to Ichigo and pumped himself, using Ichigo's flushed expression, his still fast rising and falling chest, to give him more stimulation.
Soon he came, groaning out Ichigo's name as his essence spurted out onto the covers. He brought Ichigo over to the other side of the bed, away from their mess, before holding him in his arms. Ichigo's arms lazily wrapped around his middle, his head resting against Grimmjow's chest.
"Welcome back, Ichi…"
Ichigo woke up, sighing contently as he nuzzled into Grimmjow's chest. They may not have had sex, but that was the hottest thing Grimmjow has ever done to him. He shivered.
"Are you cold?" Grimmjow asked as he began to reach for the covers. Ichigo looked up at him and smiled; a pure, genuine smile. The other stared at Ichigo's face for only a second before the blanket was forgotten and he had them flipped; his hands on either side of Ichigo's head. His lips mashed with the other teens in a wet fury. His tongue swept over every surface, hungry to taste more of Ichigo, to leave his own flavor stained in Ichigo's mouth forever.
Ichigo wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, moaning into the kiss. He lifted his leg and rubbed the side of his calf against Grimmjow's butt and thigh. There was a momentary pause before the larger teen began grinding their groins together. Ichigo pulled his head back from the kiss, moving it to the side so that he could breath.
Grimmjow pulled back as well, supporting himself on his arms, farther back, and studying Ichigo's expression as he pounded them together. Ichigo's flushed cheeks, his mark-covered neck and chest, and his warm russet eyes, staring up at him so needing…he almost lost it completely. Ichigo was like a drug, all for him and him alone. He was like Grimmjow's special brand of heroine. And he was addicted.
The orangette lifted his hips to every thrust until, finally, he came. Grimmjow leant down to kiss him, still working their hips to milk his orgasm for every pleasurable moment he could give the teen. Ichigo wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck, his legs doing the same to the other's hips.
"More…" He whispered, breathless. Grimmjow licked his neck, kissing up his jaw.
"How could you possibly want more? You just came and we did it last night too."
"…please…"
Grimmjow pulled back, looked Ichigo in the eyes, his glazed over, sex-consumed eyes. Grimmjow gave a curt sigh.
"New Years."
The odd words brought Ichigo somewhat out of his stupor.
"Huh?" He questioned, dumbly. His legs dropped slowly from Grimmjow's hips.
"We'll go all the way on New Years. At the stroke of midnight. Okay?"
Ichigo glared. "No, not okay! I wanna do it now!" He flipped them over, landing directly on Grimmjow's still hard cock.
Grimmjow couldn't suppress his groan of pleasure as Ichigo's ass rubbed against him slowly. Ichigo bent down to lick at a collarbone. His tongue swiped across the skin and the blush on his face darkened.
"Grimm…" He tried to make his voice sound firm. Grimmjow always managed to make him nervous, especially in this sort of situation. "Why wait so long for something we can do now?"
"Because doing it now," He stifled another moan. "It wouldn't be very special." He pushed Ichigo back by his shoulders, causing the smaller teen to stop his assault on Grimmjow's member, and stare down at him. "I'd rather have your first time be something memorable, not just a spur of the moment sort of thing."
After a moment of silence, he spoke up again. "C'mon. Let's go clean up."
Ichigo nodded, but when he moved his hips slightly, he stopped.
"Grimmjow…you're still hard…"
"It's fine. I'll calm down in a minute." He was met with skeptical eyes as he sat up. "…What?"
Ichigo glared lightly. "I know you, Grimmjow. You won't calm down so easily…" He pushed Grimmjow back down, his hand shakily trailing down his muscular chest. "I…I want to be the one to make you come. I hate it when you have to finish for yourself because I'm already spent…"
Grimmjow's hips jerked as Ichigo wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. The orangette stroked him slowly, staring at Grimmjow's neck rather than his boyfriend's face or his own hand. That would be too embarrassing. Suddenly, he heard a moan come from in front of him and couldn't help himself from looking up into Grimmjow's eyes.
They were hazed over pools of liquid cobalt staring back at him. Grimmjow's mouth parted slightly to let out his puffs of air, his face flushed. Ichigo's hand sped up and Grimmjow flinched visibly, his eyes closing tightly. He lifted his hand and opened one eye before cupping Ichigo's face and moving closer to him, bringing their lips together.
The kiss was soft, as were Ichigo's strokes, and Ichigo could hardly believe this was the same person from last night. Grimmjow was, to put it bluntly, and animal in bed last night…and Ichigo loved every minute of it. He loved this as well and, as Grimmjow grunted in his release, he couldn't help but record his boyfriends pleasured expression only centimeters from his face. He blushed and looked down at his hand.
"C'mon…" He felt Grimmjow's arm wrap around his middle. "Time to clean ourselves."
"Hey guys!!" Ichigo turned as Renji ran to catch up with Toushirou and him. The redhead waved a few slips of papers in the air frantically as he stumbled to a stop in front of them.
"What's up? Renji?"
Renji bent over, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. He looked up at his friends and lifted his hand with the papers in it, motioning for them to take one each. They looked over the papers as Renji straightened with a smile.
"I'm having a Christmas party on the twenty-fourth. Ichigo, I know that you're staying home from your family to spend the holidays here, so you'll be able to come right?"
"I um…er…was-" He didn't get to finish his sentence because Renji eagerly turned to Toushirou.
"Hitsugaya. You'll be able to come too, right? You live in the town next to the campus, so it wouldn't be a problem, would it?"
"Uh…I have no problems with it, but-"
"Great! I'll see ya then!" He smacked Ichigo on the shoulder before running off into the school. The two teens looked at each other and blinked.
Toushirou was the first to speak. "What the hell just happened?"
"I think we just agreed to come to one of Renji's parties…"
"Oh crap…"
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"Hey, Ichi." Grimmjow asked, throwing his head over the couch to look at his boyfriend, head upside down.
"What?"
"What are you scowling about?"
Ichigo sighed, walking over to him and giving him a short peck on the lips. He backed away, only an inch, before answering.
"It's nothing really. I was just invited to one of Renji's wild parties."
"Oh, that. Yeah, I was invited too." Grimmjow straightened on the couch and fished out the crumpled note from his pocket. He held it up beside his head for Ichigo to take.
"Forget about that, we have more pressing matters to talk about…" He could hear the smile in Ichigo's voice.
Grimmjow dipped his head back in time to see the strawberry grip the top of the couch and jump over it, landing his butt on the cushion next to the larger teen. Grimmjow smirked down at him.
"Pretty impressive feat of strength. Any particular reason why you're not on the high jump team?"
Ichigo scowled, glaring somewhat at the bluenette.
"You want to talk about my possibility of being in sports??"
"Well…" Grimmjow turned bodily so that he was facing the other. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Glad you asked." Ichigo smiled, reaching out to tuck a bit of hair behind Grimmjow's ear. "I want to discus why you're not screwing me into the couch at this very moment."
The bluenette sighed, fanning Ichigo's hand away from his face.
"Really now?" Sarcasm stained his voice. "Because I was totally thinking the same thing."
"We have. But I don't think your reasoning was good enough."
"And why would you think that?"
"Because," Ichigo crossed his legs on the couch, sitting sideways as Grimmjow was, and stuffed his hands in the gap between his stacked calves and his crotch. He looked off to the side, pointedly at anything that wasn't Grimmjow. "It doesn't matter when. If it's with you than it is special."
Neither of them said anything. And as the silence drew out longer, Ichigo's face grew redder. Finally, after what seemed like two hours to the smaller teen, Grimmjow said something.
"Ichigo… look at me…"
Slowly brown eyes opened. The orangette gulped at the look in Grimmjow's eyes. It was as if his eyes were literally the sea. Waves of emotion crashed together, creating larger waves, tsunamis that seemed to drown Ichigo as he kept staring. He was vaguely aware of hands clasping around his, taking them out of his lap.
"I love you."
Ichigo blinked. "What?"
"I love you." Grimmjow scooted closer to him, legs now touching. "I love you so much."
The blush burned at Ichigo's face as his boyfriend leaned in closer to him. He flinched away involuntarily, his eyes squeezing shut as Grimmjow's lips came in contact with his forehead. Grimmjow whispered that phrase again, kissing his nose, his cheek, his eyelid.
He opened his eyes to glare up at the larger teen, failing miserably.
"Shut up."
"I love you…" Grimmjow whispered again as he lay his forehead against the others. "I love you…"
"Stop it…" He tugged his hands free, still staring into Grimmjow's eyes. The bluenette just cupped his face.
"I love you, Ichigo…"
"Stop it!" Ichigo whispered violently. "Why do you keep saying it?"
He could feel Grimmjow's smirk as he kissed him softly.
"Because I love you."
At last, Ichigo closed his eyes. His hands rested on Grimmjow's shoulders, trying to push him back.
"…"
"Do you love me?"
"…"
"Do you?"
Ichigo nodded weakly.
"No, I want to hear you."
"…yes…"
"Say it."
"Grimmjow! That…that's embarrassing…"
"But I need to her you say it."
"Fine…"
"Go on."
"…I…I love you…"
"Then wait until New Years."
Grimmjow smirked as Ichigo glared up at him. "Fine! I will. But you know what? Even if you DO change your mind, I'm going to hold this whole New Years thing over your head, got that?"
They both burst out into laughter.
"So, Renji. About this party." Shuuhei began, biting into his sandwich.
"Yeah?"
"Who's all coming?"
"I invited everyone that normally sits at this table. Yumichika, Ikkaku, Ichigo, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, Hanatarou, Toushirou and, of course, you Shuuhei." He smiled over at his friend.
"Did you invite Kuchiki-sensei?"
Renji's face glowed as red as a beet as Ichigo leaned into the table, grinning over at his blushing friend.
"Eh? What's this now?"
Shuuhei snickered. "Kuchiki-sensei and Renji have been having something going on for a while now."
"Shut up!" Renji threw his soda across the table at his friend, hitting the raven directly on the forehead. His hand flew there, rubbing the spot. He got up, his other hand slamming down onto the table.
"What that really necessary?!"
"Yeah! You have no business telling people of my affairs!!"
Ichigo smiled up at his redheaded friend. "Oh? So, it's true?"
Renji glared at him then at Grimmjow, laughing behind the orangette's back before stomping out of the cafeteria altogether. Ichigo looked over at Shuuhei solemnly.
"Think we took it too far?"
"No way! He'll be over it by the time the next class starts!"
O-O…I am so sorry…
I have not updated in forever…I'm SO SUPER SORRY everyone!!! I hope the first scene in this will make up for my absence.
Ya see, I have this thing about me that during certain seasons, my wanting to write stories and my wanting to draw or animate switches. And right now it's on animations. So… I've set up a project for myself (after I get this new parody done) to make a GrimmIchi story into an animation!!! Like an anime~ ^-^
So yeah… If Christmas doesn't come soon (which it will be in the next chapter) that's where I am and what I'm doing. ^^;
Sorry again.
