Warning: There's a little inappropriateness, but no touching...
Chapter III: I Need to See You
Ichigo sighed as he shoved the last of his belongings into his locker and slammed it shut. Fuck Renji for telling him this sugar daddy thing was a good idea. He'd been bombarded with messages from creepy old fuckers who didn't know how to take no for an answer for the past three days, and he was so unbelievably over the shit. He'd had a lot of awful interactions. The first message he'd gotten was from arrogante71, a crotchety old man who actually thought Ichigo was dumb not to accept his offer. In Ichigo's opinion, he would've been dumb to even think of accepting that man's offer. There was no amount of money that would be enough to make him do. . .that with a septuagenarian. Just. . .no.
But that wasn't even the worst. The absolute worst was a message from zaraki47, the scariest man Ichigo had ever seen. Not only was he old enough to be Ichigo's dad, the man simply looked aggressive and overbearing. The message he sent made Ichigo uncomfortable and angry at the same time.
zaraki47: Hey little strawberry. I'd like to lick every inch of you.
Just thinking about it made Ichigo shudder. He quickly responded with a polite, no thanks, but Renji was right about the men not taking a refusal well. The scary-beyond-all-reason man continued to spam Ichigo with messages until the boy was forced to block him. That was a harrowing experience he hoped he'd never have to deal with again.
He walked inside his house, grateful his father was out for a while; he couldn't deal with any welcome home roundhouse kicks. He trudged up the stairs and slipped into his room, closing the door behind him. He stripped down to his boxers, flopped down on his bed and exhaled. Soon, light knocking came at his door and he sat up slightly.
"What is it?" The door opened and his little sister, Yuzu, stepped into the room.
"Hi, Ichi-niichan. I was wondering what you'd like for dinner," she asked, sweetly.
"Whatever you make is fine, Yuzu."
"You always say that, onii-chan. I want to know what you want."
"What I want?" Ichigo repeated. What did he want?
He wanted to keep the Kurosaki Clinic open. He wanted to meet someone who was willing to help him do that without him having to give up his body. He knew that was just wishful fucking thinking, though. He wanted stir fry; that, he could probably get without too much trouble.
"How about stir fry?" he asked. Yuzu's face lit up as she nodded rapidly.
"Coming right up, onii-chan!" she answered, cheerily. Once she was gone, Ichigo sat all the way up and pulled his laptop onto his lap. He glared at it once it started up, the kiss sounds immediately resounding throughout his bedroom.
Fuck my life.
Most of the messages were from people he'd already spoken to, but who weren't complete creepers and were actually pretty cool. Then there were the usual creeps he hadn't bothered to block yet; but one username was different, and he clicked on the message, reading it silently.
pantera29: I have an offer for you.
It was the first time he'd gotten a message that didn't involve some kind of sexual play on his name or dick pic. He let out a breath as he clicked on the username which led to the man's profile. Ichigo's heart almost stopped when he saw the picture.
Fucking gorgeous. . .
The man was absolutely astonishing. His hair was a strange sky blue color, but Ichigo knew it was natural due to his eyebrows being the same color. His gorgeous azure eyes shimmered in accompaniment to the devious smile that took up most of his handsome face. He was wearing a suit in the picture, but it did nothing to hide the chiseled physique that Ichigo knew laid underneath the clothing. All-in-all, pantera29, or Grimmjow, had it going the fuck on. Ichigo clicked the reply link, typing his response quickly.
zangetsu22: What's someone as gorgeous as you doing on a site like this?
He found himself unable to look away from his screen, especially since he could see that Grimmjow had read his message and was already typing his response.
pantera29: I could ask you the same thing, beautiful.
Ichigo's eyes widened and he fought back the blush that he could feel blazing up towards his face. He sat staring at the words for a few more seconds before he gathered his composure and typed a response.
zangetsu22: What's your offer?
pantera29: Can't we get to know each other a little better first?
zangetsu22: Sure, after you tell me your offer. I don't have time to play games.
pantera29: Ooh, feisty. I guess what they say bout redheads is true, huh?
Ichigo rolled his eyes. This guy was getting on his nerves. But he kind of liked it. A smile had worked its way onto his face, and hadn't left since he'd started messaging the blue haired man.
zangetsu22: You'll have to tell me your offer if you want to find out.
pantera29: I see you're all work and no play.
zangetsu22: Oh, I play. But my games aren't free.
Ichigo grinned at the implications behind that sentence. He had to admit he was pretty fucking good at this for a virgin. His grin widened once he read Grimmjow's response.
pantera29: Don't tempt me, baby. You have to level up if you want to play with me.
zangetsu22: We'll see about that. Make your offer.
pantera29: How's six thousand?
Ichigo almost choked on his own breath. Six thousand dollars? That was more than enough, but apparently Grimmjow thought it wasn't because of how long Ichigo was taking to respond.
pantera29: Eight?
How much money does this guy have?
pantera29: Ten?
zangetsu22: Okay, that's enough, hot shot. Six will do. What do you want?
pantera29: Your number.
Ichigo smiled as he typed his number and sent it. He quickly went to his profile, changing his status to taken. He jumped when his phone vibrated on his desk. He grabbed it, staring at the number he didn't recognize. He knew it could only be Grimmjow, but he wanted to make the man wait for his answer. The phone stopped vibrating, then quickly started again, the same number displayed on the screen. He reeled in his smile as he placed the phone next to his ear.
"Westbrooke Sperm Bank, you spank it we'll bank it," he said as calmly as he could muster. He heard a distant, "the fuck?" and he couldn't hold in his laughter any longer. "I'm totally kidding, this is Ichigo."
He heard a peel of delicious laughter come from the other end before an equally delicious baritone poured through the receiver.
"Well, that's an interesting way to answer your phone, Ichigo."
Mother of God. This man's voice was shudder-inducing.
"Uhh, yeah, I guess," Ichigo said, stupidly. He immediately facepalmed, but Grimmjow just chuckled once more.
"So, Ichigo, how old are you really?" he asked. Ichigo froze on the spot. He wasn't expecting Grimmjow to ask him that question so soon; it could only mean that the man didn't hardly believe that Ichigo was twenty-two. And the childish prank he'd just pulled didn't help his case at all. He figured it'd be better to just tell the truth. He could only hope that Grimmjow wouldn't back out because of his age.
"I'll be eighteen in July," he said. There was a long pause before a sigh. "You're not gonna back out are you? I just. . .I kind of need this."
"Nah, kid. I'll be thirty in July also, and I'm just wondering if wanting you makes me a pedophile, because that would suck," Grimmjow responded. Ichigo couldn't help but to laugh.
"I'm not a little kid, Grimmjow." Ichigo was confused when there was silence from the other end. "Grimmjow?"
"I just wanted to hear you say my name again," Grimmjow said, and Ichigo could feel his face heating up at the lower tone his voice had taken. "Your voice is lethal, baby."
Ichigo's blush intensified as he answered, "So is yours."
Grimmjow chuckled. "So how about you tell me about yourself, Ichigo."
"Uh, okay. Well, I'm seventeen and I live in Smyrna, Georgia. I really hate it here though; I wish I could go to Japan. That's where my parents are from. Well, my mom died when I was nine, but both of them were from this place called Karakura."
"So you speak Japanese?" Grimmjow asked. Ichigo shrugged.
"Yeah. My dad didn't want us to lose our roots just because we live in America."
"Us?"
"Yeah, I have two little sisters. They're twins, Karin and Yuzu. They're different as night and day, I swear. People say Karin takes after me, as far as her attitude and persona, and Yuzu takes after our mother."
"So it's just you guys and your dad?"
"Yeah. My dad's a doctor. He runs a clinic out of the second half of our house. Well, he did." Ichigo sighed. "He can't afford to keep it open anymore. People have a hard time getting proper healthcare, and he can't run the clinic for free. It's a real dump, and I hate to say it, but it's true. I've been trying to help out, but it's not enough."
"So that's why you're doing this," Grimmjow stated, rather than asked.
"Yeah."
"Well, kid, you're lucky you caught my eye. You could've been kidnapped by some creeper already. Don't worry though. I'll take care of you."
Ichigo blushed again before a wondrous idea popped into his head.
"Arigato gozaimasu, Grimmjow-sama." He heard the man's breath hitch.
"What did you say?" he asked. Ichigo smiled.
"I said 'thank you very much', and I used the Japanese honorific for a person who's of a higher standing like a lord, or in this case, a master."
"Master, huh? That's got a nice ring to it," Grimmjow said.
"Well, don't expect me to call you that all the time. It'll only happen on special occasions like when we. . .uh. . ." Grimmjow snickered, and Ichigo scowled. "What's so funny?"
"Are you a virgin, Ichigo?"
"Well, yeah; I'm only seventeen, dude." Grimmjow full-out laughed at this. Ichigo growled. "Why is that funny to you?"
"I'm sorry, kid, but seventeen doesn't exactly constitute virgin anymore. I was just amused that you thought it was so obvious that you were."
"So glad I could amuse you, sir," Ichigo quipped, sarcastically. He heard Grimmjow groan.
"Ugh, don't call me sir. I'm already feeling like a pedo."
"Why?"
"Because I've been hard ever since I heard you say my name for the first time."
Suddenly, Ichigo's throat was terribly dry, and he could feel sweat beading up on his palms and goosebumps rising on his skin. Grimmjow's voice had lowered again, and he could almost feel the lust radiating through the phone's receiver. He swallowed, and took a deep breath.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah. I already told you; your voice should be illegal," Grimmjow replied. "Then you just had to go and speak Japanese, calling me 'master' and shit. It's just not fair."
"Well, is there anything I can do to help, Grimmjow-sama?" Ichigo asked, lowering his own voice an octave.
"You can help me get off, seeing as this is all your fault anyways," Grimmjow replied. Ichigo chuckled and took in a shaky breath. He knew where this was leading, and he had absolutely no idea what to do. He figured it'd be best to milk that very fact.
"But, Grimmjow-sama, I don't know what to do. Please tell me."
"Fuckin'. . .you're doing this shit on purpose, aren't you?"
"No," Ichigo said, lowly. "I need you to tell me exactly what to do."
"Tell me what you're wearing."
"Only boxers. I've kinda been wearing only boxers the whole time."
"Damn, baby. I wish you could see how hard I am," Grimmjow purred. Ichigo felt like his face was going to explode, along with his groin. He'd become painfully hard since these shenanigans had begun.
"I wish you were here with me. I'm so hard too. Tell me what you want to do, Grimmjow-sama," he said, as he pushed down his boxers, relishing in the coolness that surrounded his overheated length.
"Well, if I was there with you, I'd start by kissing that long neck of yours. Then I'd try to use my tongue on every inch of that gorgeous skin, especially your chest. I love how smooth your skin looks." Ichigo smiled as he began to stroke himself, using his thumb to rub small circles over the tip. "Are you touching yourself, baby?"
"Yes, Grimmjow-sama, but it would feel so much better if it was you. Please tell me more," Ichigo replied, sensually.
"Alright. Do you want me inside you, baby?"
"Yes, Grimmjow-sama. . ."
"Well, you have to stretch yourself, okay?"
"Okay. . ." Ichigo said. He spread his legs slowly and placed the phone between his ear and shoulder. He brought two of his fingers to his lips, drenching them with his saliva. He gave a slight moan as he pushed the first one inside of himself.
"I like it when you moan for me, baby. Can you do it a little louder?" Ichigo complied and moaned louder as he added his second finger.
"Oh, Grimmjow-sama, you feel so good inside me. . ."
"Fuck, Ichi, you're so sexy. I'm close, baby," Grimmjow said. Ichigo mewled and writhed as he used his fingers to bring himself over the edge.
"I'm cumming, Grimmjow-sama," he moaned as his release spilled over his palm and onto his abdomen. He heard a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl signaling that Grimmjow had climaxed as well. Ichigo listened to Grimmjow's breathing as he steadied his own. He'd never come close to doing anything like this with anyone else. He knew for certain that he wanted to do it again. Especially with this gorgeous blue-haired man.
"Ichi?" Grimmjow said, pulling Ichigo out of his thoughts.
"Yes?"
"I want to see you." Ichigo felt a little flutter in his chest.
"I want to see you too, Grimmjow."
"Tomorrow, I'll have someone pick you up, okay? We'll do something nice." Ichigo smiled.
"Okay. Ki o tsukete*, Grimmjow-sama."
"I don't know what that means, but I'll see you then." Ichigo laughed.
"I can't wait."
Okay, there's chapter three...may I just say that writing phone sex is one of the most awkward things I've ever done in my life, including having dinner with my ex's Jehovah's Witness parents XD And if it seems a little fast, remember there's a 'drama' tag for a reason;) Anyways, thanks for reading...until next time,
Patd06
*Translation: take care
