Chapter XVII: I Need Your Touch
"Food's good, Yuzu. Nice job," Grimmjow said, with a smile. Yuzu cast her eyes downward and a faint blush formed over her cheeks, much in the likeness of her older brother. Grimmjow surmised that it ran in the family.
"Thank you, Mr. Grimmjow," she said, shyly.
"No problem."
The girl's blush intensified, and Grimmjow shook his head. Definitely runs in the family.
Just then, the doors to the dining room swung open, revealing Nel, her arms weighed down with five or six large, black shopping bags with the word GAMUZA printed on them in bold hot pink letters. Ichigo's face blanched. He was aware that Grimmjow had requested via text message that Nel bring clothing for the girls, since they weren't able to salvage anything from the house; however, he was not prepared for what would be in those bags. GAMUZA was the name of Nelliel's lingerie company. Nel apparently sensed his discomfort and she smiled, setting the bags down in two of the empty seats at the table.
"Please fix your face, Ichi dear. I'm not stupid, and lingerie isn't the only thing my company makes," she said, giggling when Ichigo visibly exhaled in relief. Nel took the seat next to Véronique, blowing a raspberry on her little girl's cheek. Véronique pouted and wiped at her cheek.
"Maman, s'il vous plaît. Ça ce n'est vraiment pas cool."
Nelliel laughed and looked around the table, taking in the sight of the food.
"Oh wow, this looks great! Is this yakisoba chicken?" she asked, grabbing a plate and filling it with a healthy serving of the dish. Yuzu nodded, and smiled.
"How did you know?"
"Well, back in college, I spent a semester with a family in Japan and went to school there. The mom, Miss Tsukimi - such a sweetheart she was - she used to make this every Thursday. I can't wait to try yours," Nel replied.
Yuzu beamed as Nel gathered a hearty amount of pasta on her fork and put it in her mouth before chewing thoughtfully and letting out a satisfied sigh. The green-haired woman gave the younger girl a thumbs up.
"It's amazing! Ichi, you've got a little culinary genius for a sister!"
Ichigo smiled as Yuzu thanked Nel for the compliment. It was nice to see his family getting along so well with Grimmjow's family. He was still worried about his father though. What kind of a mess was he in that he'd just disappear for three days without letting his own children know where he was going and what he was doing? The whole thing seemed suspect to him. He chose not to tell his sisters anything until he spoke to his father in person, opting to simply tell the girls that their father would be returning the next day.
"Ichi-nii? What are you daydreaming about?" Karin asked, nudging his arm.
"Nothing, nothing. It's getting late. You girls should start getting ready for bed," he responded. Karin and Yuzu both groaned, with identical frowns on their young faces.
"But onii-chan, it's only eight o'clock," the brown-haired twin whined, but Ichigo wouldn't be swayed.
"No buts. You have school tomorrow. Please thank Miss Nel for the clothes and get your showers so that Grimmjow can show you to your room."
The girls sighed and stood from the table, before walking around to the side where Nel sat. They picked up their bags and thanked her, leaving the dining room dejectedly.
"Wow, Ichigo. I didn't know you were such a dad," Grimmjow commented cheekily. Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"Maybe you should be taking notes, otousan."
"Yes, you should, papa," Nel added with a giggle. Grimmjow frowned and stood from the table.
"C'mon, Ichigo. I'll show you your room."
"Aww, Grimm! You're such a poor sport," the green-haired woman called after them. Grimmjow threw his hand up over his shoulder, dismissing her as Ichigo followed him out of the room. Once they were far from the dining room, the orange-haired teen reached out, grasping the older male's hand.
"Hey, you're not mad, are you? You've been kind of quiet since you got back from the hospital."
Grimmjow smiled, giving Ichigo's hand a light squeeze.
"Of course I'm not mad. I've just got a lot on my mind is all. Here's your room. Mine is across the hall if you need anything," he said. Ichigo nodded, pulling up to peck him gently on the lips.
He turned around in the room, taking in the pristine white decor, from the king-sized canopy bed, down to the white carpet. He definitely wouldn't be bringing any juice in here. He paced slowly to the bed, pulling his phone from his back pocket before he flopped down on the ridiculously soft bedding. He had a few messages from his friends, all of them checking to make sure he and his sisters were okay. After responding to them all, he got up and headed to the adjacent bathroom, stripping down for a shower. Once he was finished, he grabbed one of the fluffy black towels and dried himself before returning to the bedroom and dressing in the large white t-shirt and grey pajama pants that belonged to Grimmjow. They were both way too big for him, so he grabbed the drawstrings and pulled them as tight as they could go, not bothering with the shirt, since there wasn't much he could do about it.
He got into the bed, fully prepared to go to sleep; but once there, he couldn't seem to get his eyes to close, nor his brain to slow down. He figured it was just from being in an unfamiliar place. He'd been in Grimmjow's house plenty of times, but he'd never stayed the night before. He sighed and turned to his other side, picking up his phone that he'd plugged into the charger. Once he unlocked it, he chose Grimmjow's name from his contact list, typing out his message quickly,
Are you still awake?
The response came promptly,
Yes.
Is it okay if I sleep with you?
Sure.
Ichigo smiled before he climbed out of the bed, fixing the covers back. He collected his phone and charger and crossed the hall, facing the closed door leading to Grimmjow's room. He felt a little flutter in his stomach; maybe this was a bad idea. They'd already had a long history of not being able to keep their hands to themselves. In the end, he shrugged and opened the door. What was the worst that could possibly happen? He'd get pregnant? He snorted at his ludicrous thoughts as he walked into the bedroom.
"What's so funny, Ichi?" Grimmjow's deep voice rumbled. The room was dark, save for the light coming from the large flatscreen television that was mounted over a fireplace. Ichigo's eyes swept across the room until they met Grimmjow's sparkling blue ones. The older male smiled at the ginger's blush, as the teen fought to avoid ogling the expanse of the blue-haired male's built chest that was laid before him.
Heaven help me, Ichigo thought, as he shook his head and made his way over to the bedside table to plug in his phone charger. He set an alarm, trying to avoid the hassle of explaining to his sisters why he was sleeping in Grimmjow's bed. Once he was finished, he climbed into the California king bed, making sure to stick to one side and lying on his back. He shut his eyes, but he couldn't sleep. The nagging sensation of eyes watching him kept him up. He slit his eyes open, giving his bed partner a nicely executed side-eye.
"What is it?" he asked. Grimmjow's gaze was even, as if Ichigo was supposed to know what he wanted. The teen turned on his side, facing the muscular male next to him. "Use your words, sir. I can't read minds."
"I was just wondering why I'm not getting a goodnight kiss."
Ichigo pursed his lips. What a lamewad, he thought, but he couldn't help smiling after a few seconds. He reached out and grabbed Grimmjow's arm, pulling the larger male toward himself and attaching their lips.
The kiss started out slow and sensual, full of delicious wet sounds before it quickly escalated to something much hotter that set Ichigo's libido ablaze. He soon found himself losing it in the other's man's grasp, as Grimmjow had wrapped his strong arms around Ichigo's leaner body, his large hands finding their way under the teen's shirt and caressing every inch of skin available to them. Ichigo let out a soft moan, as Grimmjow ran a finger across the top of the skin just above the waistband of his pants. Ichigo's tongue found its way into Grimmjow's mouth, beginning a heated, sensuous dance with the other appendage. The oranget slid closer to the other man, not wanting a single inch of space between them as he wrapped his arms around broad shoulders, deepening the kiss even further. He gasped as he felt something very large, and very hard poking at his pelvic bone. Grimmjow pulled away, abruptly ending the kiss and causing Ichigo to let out a semi-unmanly whine.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Ichi," the blue-haired male said almost bashfully. Ichigo Iifted an eyebrow.
"For what?" he asked. Grimmjow pulled him back toward himself, trailing butterfly kisses across his skin.
"For this," he responded, grinding himself against the younger male slightly. Ichigo felt his own arousal twitch at the action.
"Don't apologize." He kissed the other's lips, running his hand along the smooth skin of Grimmjow's chest, down to the waistband of his boxer briefs. When the blue-haired male gasped, Ichigo asked against his lips, "Can I see?" Grimmjow nodded, and Ichigo tugged at the waistband, pulling until the older man's rigid length sprang free from the confines.
It was beautiful, thick and long with a pattern of purple veins decorating the skin of the shaft. Ichigo knew his eyes were the size of silver dollars, his only thought the question of how all of that would ever fit inside of him. He reached out slowly, feeling the heat radiating from the man's groin before he even touched it. Once he did touch it though, Grimmjow hissed and drew back slightly.
"What's wrong?" Ichigo asked, and Grimmjow shook his head.
"Nothing. It's just that I wouldn't want to force you to do anything that you don't want to do." Ichigo deadpanned.
"Grimm, if I didn't want to touch your dick, do you really think I'd be touching your dick?" The blue-eyed male couldn't help erupting with laughter at the teen's wording.
"I suppose not," he responded, once he sobered.
"Alright then," Ichigo said, kissing him softly. "May I continue without any more disruptions, please?" The other man nodded, and Ichigo returned to his previous actions, wrapping his hand around the base of Grimmjow's length and sliding it gently upward. The blue-haired man let out a shaky breath as Ichigo continued, speeding up his movements slightly, as he kissed the other's neck. Grimmjow inhaled sharply, as Ichigo's mouth found one of his sensitive nipples and bit down lightly.
"Ugh, fuck," the man whispered, his voice deep and raspy from arousal, and Ichigo thought he'd cry right then and there from the sheer sexiness of that sound. He pushed at the larger male's shoulder, forcing him onto his back and sliding down between his legs. He took in a breath as he looked down at the man's terribly hard erection. He'd never given anyone oral stimulation before, and he found himself getting a little nervous. "Hey," Grimmjow said, reaching up and touching Ichigo's smooth cheek. The teen tore his eyes away from the straining appendage before him, and met his partner's with them. "You know you don't have to do that, right? What you were doing is more than enough." Ichigo nodded, but he didn't want to accept that. He wasn't a coward, and as an added bonus, he wanted nothing more than to have that glorious dick hit the back of his throat. He just had to come up with a strategy.
He wrapped his hand around the base, bringing himself down and giving the tip a swift lick, catching a bit of pre-cum on his tongue. The taste was heady, not bad, but not delicious either; it was virtually tasteless. He thanked the gods for that, because he'd heard his fair share of horror stories about guys with funny tasting spunk, and he wasn't for it. He took the tip into his mouth, causing the man beneath him to inhale sharply once more and grip the orange hair on his head. Ichigo decided he was ready for more, and so he slid his slick mouth further down the shaft, giving it little fleeting sucks as he went along. The blue-haired male cursed and moved his hips a bit, causing the teen to take in even more of his length. Ichigo wasn't sure how sensitive his gag-reflex was, so he pulled back slowly, letting the appendage go with an audible pop.
"How am I doing?" he asked, cheekily, and Grimmjow snorted a laugh.
"Fucking amazing." Ichigo laughed as well before he returned to his ministrations, taking in half of Grimmjow's erection in one go. "Shit!" the man cursed, letting his head fall back against the pillows as his partner took in more and more of his member until the orange-head's nose touched the blue hairs at the base. Ichigo released air from his nostrils and hummed against the mouthful, causing Grimmjow to groan with satisfaction. The teen would admit to no one that he quite enjoyed being responsible for unravelling his otherwise collected consort in this manner. It made him feel powerful, and he felt his own arousal becoming painfully hard as he hollowed his cheeks, moving his mouth effortlessly up and down Grimmjow's shaft. He glanced up, catching Grimmjow's electrifying gaze.
His eyes were dark, swirling with lust and sensuality. He reached out, touching Ichigo's head, running his fingers through the thick orange locks.
"I'm so close, baby," he breathed bodily. Ichigo's eyes fluttered shut, his whole body shivering with desire. He focused on his task wholeheartedly, swallowing the entire length of Grimmjow's adamantine erection, forcing a most delightful growl of approval from the man's throat. "Fuck, fuck. . ."
Ichigo pulled away as Grimmjow's length throbbed in his mouth. He was shocked when he felt warm liquid hit his cheek, and he instinctively closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he caught sight of Grimmjow's post-orgasm face, and he was entranced. The man was the single most beautiful thing the orange-haired teen had ever laid eyes on.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Ichigo," Grimmjow said, and Ichigo was confused as to why he was apologizing before the man grabbed a Kleenex from his nightstand and wiped the oranget's face.
"It's okay," Ichigo said, pulling himself up to Grimmjow's side and snuggling against the man's chest. "Sleep now." Surprisingly, Ichigo glanced up to find that Grimmjow was already asleep. He smiled, and grabbed the remote, turning off the television. He drifted off to the sound of Grimmjow's steady heartbeat.
I know nothing really happened, but I was writing and I got carried away. There was way too much for one chapter, and so I cut it in half. Hopefully it won't take as long for me to update next time. I'm not as depressed as I was, and so I should be able to focus better. Thanks for putting up with me.
Until next time,
Patd06
