A/N: I'm back from hibernating!
Grimmjow smirked and slipped into a deep slumber.
This was better then sleeping next to a loose girl or crack whore.
Ichigo groaned and started to fidget. Something was pinning him down around his waist. It felt like an arm or something.
Whatever it was, it was pissing Ichigo off.
But.. It was kinda made him feel safe.. as if someone threw a protective blanket over him, which was heavy, bone crushing and sitting mostly, on his hip.
Ichigo couldn't help it. This organ crushing object was going to have to move, if Ichigo wanted to keep his liver and kidney. Slowly opening his eyes Ichigo cringed at the bright light coming in from the window.
The fuckin' sun was rising. Ichigo groaned and looked down his chest to a tanned arm. Which was around his hips..
That connected to Grimmjow's body.
Grimmjow's arm was holding him in place.
Ichigo felt his heartbeat pick up.
Why was Grimmjow sleeping close?
It wasn't exactly a small bed.
Was Grimmjow trying to kill him?
Grimmjow's arm is on your hip Ichigo, not your neck. Idiot.
That wasn't the only thing he felt.
Something else was poking into his back.
Ichigo prayed to God it wasn't what he thought it was. Whatever it was was sitting between his legs and was warm.. and.. quite big. Ichigo would never admit it to anyone.
The fact he just thought his friend/enemy/he didn't know anymore, had a massive boner, which he enjoyed sitting between his legs..
He must have been missing Shiro. That was the reason. He was missing Shiro too much and he wanted Shiro. Now he had to convince himself that was the reason.
Ichigo sighed and realised, shaking his head, while running a hand through his messy orange locks.
He was pitching a tent as well.
Out of all places. It had to be Grimmjow's apartment.
In Grimmjow's bed,
Right fuckin' next to Grimmjow.
Was he going to do anything about it? No fucking way in hell.
Ichigo shifted his legs and froze, as he heard a small muffled husky moan come from the Adonis beside him. Ichigo went bright red and pulled away.
He'd just made friction on Grimmjow's boner.
Grimmjow just moaned out..quite manly too.
And Ichigo was even more harder now.
Ichigo couldn't believe it. That prick next to him could make him feel like mush, just by giving off one..fucking..moan.
He was with Shiro and he didn't like Grimmjow.
No way.
Grimmjow was a fucking prick.
Grimmjow was an arse.
Grimmjow was a bully with a sun kissed tan, chiseled chest and muscular all round..
FUCK.
Stupid hormones!
Ichigo groaned out and buried his face in his hands. His hard on wasn't going to go away now.
He'd might as well start to get ready for school, since 'little' Ichigo wasn't letting him fall back into a comfy sleep.
With a long annoyed groan, Grimmjow felt the cold sheets next to him, where a certain Berry, should have been.
Why did he feel like he was stabbed in the chest?
He didn't care if Kurosaki was out of his arms and left him with cold sheets around him.
Nope, he didn't care.
No way.
..Maybe he did.
Grimmjow ran a hand through his unruly blue locks, as he looked up to the roof. His roof was riddled with cracks and paint stripping off. It was Nel's apartment, so she could go and do something about it. Sitting up, Grimmjow looked around.
He gazed to his alarm clock and groaned a long pitiful groan.
It was 6:50AM
His room was a fuckin' pig sty.
What if Ichigo saw it? Well no shit Grimmjow, how the fuck do you think he got into your room?
Grimmjow wasn't exactly awake. Thought, he might as well get up and see what the annoying, whiny orange haired brat was up too. Probably snuck out and made a run for it while he could.
That wouldn't surprise Grimmjow.
Planting his feet onto the wooden floor boards, with a soft creak, Grimmjow stood and stretched, until he felt a satisfying 'pop' from his spine and neck.
Grimmjow slowly walked over to his closet, ripping it open and pulling his school shirt out.
Another day of bullshit.
Grimmjow threw it on, as it clung to him, looking like a prune. All crumpled and crinkled, holding on for dear life.
Grimmjow yawned and grabbed his deodorant can, spraying his shirt, more like showering in it. After running a hand through his hair, since he thought that was acceptable and would pass as a hair brush, he pulled open his door and headed to the bathroom.
Grimmjow finally got his ass up at 7:30AM.
Ichigo had been waiting as he hogged the bathroom for nearly half an hour, after hearing Grimmjow's foot steps, he thought that the chance of using the bathroom where gone.
Grimmjow looks like a walking zombie at school, so why the fuck is he in the bathroom for so long?
Ichigo drummed his fingers on the kitchen bench. He'd been up since 6AM. The morning wasn't exactly the greatest, because Yuzu wasn't around to cook him breakfast, which he always looked forward to, and he wouldn't have lunch.
He would have to see what Grimmjow had in his cupboards.
Reaching up and opening one of the cupboard doors, Ichigo peeked in on his tippy toes. He wasn't exactly that tall, which always had its disadvantages. Ichigo dared to look in closer to the dark cupboard.
Bread.
And...beer.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and grabbed the bread, slamming the cupboard door.
Looks like it was just bread for lunch.
Ichigo peered into the bag and nearly gagged.
The bread.. was moldy.
Ichigo looked away and breathed deeply. From what he just seen, it put Ichigo off bread, and lunch. Leaning up to put it back, Ichigo peered into the cupboard again, hoping that the cupboard fairy came and put edible food into Grimmjow's cupboard. After stuffing the bread back in, Ichigo went to the next cupboard door and pulled it open.
Nothing.
Ichigo sighed and pulled at his hair frustratedly. How the fuck did Grimmjow eat?
Giving up, Ichigo sat down and rubbed his eyes. He was hungry, in an apartment with an asshole of a guy, in a shabby neighborhood.
All he wanted was Yuzu's special fried rice or bacon and eggs. Is that too much to ask?
Ichigo stood up and started to pull open cupboards and search through them.
Just something edible!
Ichigo groaned out, defeated.
It was official, Grimmjow didn't eat.
And he takes forever in the bathroom.
Grimmjow gasped and groaned to himself as he stroked his member. He hadn't forgotten about the throbbing downstairs and had to do something about it, before it got to the painfully hard stage.
So here Grimmjow was, in his bathroom, pants to his ankle, jacking it off, with Ichigo in his apartment. Grimmjow breathed heavily as he started to do long, lengthy strokes of his weeping member. He couldn't remember the last time he was so hard. Though his dream felt so real..
He couldn't remember much, but he was getting the blowjob of his life, then he looked down to orange hair..
Grimmjow gulped and stroked harder.
The orange haired had tits..
Grimmjow, think of tits and pussy.
Big tits and a tight pussy..
Grimmjow huffed and leaned his head on the tiled wall.
Nothing..
Grimmjow was now thinking of Ichigo bobbing along down there as Grimmjow held his orange locks through his fingertips, making him take more in..
Grimmjow couldn't take anymore, as he seed squirted out into bathtub. Grimmjow was seeing black spots as he tried not to cry out in ecstasy.
"I..Ichigo.." Grimmjow muttered to himself and panted as he slowly come down from his high.
Grimmjow snapped back into reality and started to clean himself with his small tissue box on the floor beside him.
He'd just came so bad to Ichigo.
Ichigo was practically in the next room.
Grimmjow prayed to God.
He hoped Ichigo never heard him.