Boy See's Boy Naked.
The World of The Living was much more interesting than Las Noches. Walking the streets of Karakura, one could find almost anything they were looking for; pretty women, shopping centers, restaurants, other "teenagers" to hangout with, and plenty more. Starrk was glad he was watching all this from a balcony.
The Primera sighed, leaning against the concrete railing of he and Grimmjow's tiny temporary home, looking out into the streets of the city. Aizen had arranged for a place downtown, over-looking the most intriguing attractions with easy access to any location. But all Starrk wanted to do was watch the sunset, a rare sight for his ancient eyes and a beautiful one, at that. Studying the vivid colors of the evening sky, he tied his hair into a tiny ponytail at the base of his neck, sighing and closing his eyes as a loud crash erupted from the entrance to the apartment.
"What the fuck?!" Grimmjow had returned home, back from yet another afternoon compensating for what it lacked in studying in bed rocking. "Why can't I ever get my key to work?"
The Primera didn't answer, simply stepping inside the doorway to the terrace and shaking his head at the disheveled heap that was his temporary cousin. He looked just as guilty as he was, blue hair ruffled in any direction but its usual one, garments buttoned wrong, unorganized books in hand, and lips irritated to a cherry Kool-aid red that correlated perfectly with the three shades of lip-gloss on his uniform collar.
"What?" Grimmjow threw the contents of his arms onto the couch, kicking off his shoes as he began to unbutton his tarnished shirt. "You mad 'cause you didn't get any action yet?"
Starrk pursed his lips and tilted his head.
"I know you've had your eye on that sweet piece of cuddy you got photography with for the past week and a half." Starrk's mouth fell open, as Grimmjow's crept into a large grin. "You know you want some of that ass, even though he's a dude."
The man opposite him blushed.
"Hey," The blue-haired man put his hands up defensively. "I can't blame ya, he's a pretty one. Oh, and I told everyone you called dibs, even the ladies."
The bearded man looked menacing and for a second, the Sexta thought he was going to step right out of his gigai. He only turned and marched straight to his room.
"Dude! Dude! Come on!," Grimmjow threw his hands up behind the Primera's back. "Man, I was just joking!"
"No, you weren't!" The Primera didn't pause on his walk, forgetting that stomping could be heard throughout the floor beneath them. Grimmjow didn't respond, feeling the urge not to lie to his superior and friend he settled for scampering after the man, finding it a bit difficult to catch up to his wide strides without breaking into a full run.
"Starrk!" The blue-haired man whined. "It's not that big a d--"
A large cream-colored door was slammed in his face, at the exact moment he was about to enter the bedroom. The taller man pitched face first unto his bed with a guttural groan, warning the other about the dangers of lurking outside personal chambers. Grimmjow sighed, running his hand through messy blue locks, pacing in the four foot width of the corridor leading to the bedroom. He didn't enjoy making Starrk uneasy, it made him feel like a school girl that became a nuisance to her crush.
"Seriously," The Sexta stood still and looked at the door, blue orbs staring up to the level where Starrk's eyes would have been glowering. "No one's going to tell him that you have dibs, it's like breaking the code of dibs, right?"
The Primera rolled unto his back to better hear Grimmjow.
"Lighten up." An idea emerged in the back of the Sexta's mind. "You know what would take your mind off of this?"
"What?" Grimmjow sounded excited, it peaked the bearded man's interest.
"A party!"
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Needing to pee, Starrk placed his cards on the table with a smirk and stood. The women only in undergarments he was beating in poker voiced their disappointment, telling him to hurry back and not look too closely at any of the other girls. The Primera agreed, to the second part of the direction, and struggled around, past, and between the intoxicated teenagers participating in activities that wouldn't have made their parents proud. He assumed the bathroom of the tiny clinic would be on the second floor of the house. Jumping over the couples occupying the stairs, he entered the dormant world of the upstairs and opened the door most isolated from the other three.
"Ah, Grimmjow." Starrk grimaced at the moan, unable to identify its origin in the dark. He turned on the light.
"Beat it." The Sexta propped himself up on one elbow, mid-drift exposed by the lack of buttoning to his shirt. The busty girl Starrk had warned of his "cousin" stood and brushed past the Primera, trying and failing at hiding behind her now tousled orange hair. Lucky for her, the bearded man was buzzed and didn't care for her identity. She closed the door behind her, as the taller man moved to the desk beside the twin-sized bed. "That was like the sixth time I was gonna get to third base, man."
"Let's leave." The Primera sat in the tiny office chair.
"What? It's only midnight." Grimmjow frowned and lay back in the bed, pouting.
"I'm tired of having drunk girls throwing themselves at me." He began to play with a pen on the desk.
"Then just stay in here." The Sexta began to button his shirt. "Or go find like the only sober pretty girl here."
Grimmjow pushed himself off the bed and strode to the door, winking as he closed it. Starrk sighed, jumping up and turning off the light. He left the tiny room in the dark to find the bathroom. And after two doors he did.
Not noticing the already activated light, the bearded man unzipped his pants as he waltzed to the toilet and began to relieve himself. A sigh of relief escaped his lips.
He saw something moving out of the corner of his eye.
A pale, naked, and wet figure was crawling on the floor. And attempting to escape from the tall man. It looked up when Starrk stopped peeing.
"Hello." The Sexta was so smooth.
Byakuya didn't answer, choosing to grow redder and redder instead. He looked toward the door, still on his hands and feet.
"Why are you on the floor?" Byakuya tried to fight a smile. It was a strange question to start with.
"I…ducked so you wouldn't see me in the mirror." He struggled to admit.
"Why are you showering in Kurosaki's house?" Starrk moved to wash his hands, still watching the smaller man in the mirror.
"Someone…threw up…on me." The man on the floor was trying for an escape plan, as the Primera finished washing his hands and turned, grabbing the towel hanging next to the shower.
Byakuya didn't make a move for it, even though the goose-bumps on his skin were more than apparent. Starrk thought he was going to start shivering.
"Aren't you cold?" Byakuya simply looked at him. The bearded man tossed the towel. "Thank you, Starrk." Standing, the blush on the smaller man's cheeks extended to his ears. He tossed his hair and the droplets flew into Starrk's face. He chuckled and turned for a towel, realizing the only one in the tiny room was currently wrapped around Byakuya's fragile body. Again, he chuckled and shifted to smile at the pale man who narrowed his eyes and raised a hand defensively.
"No." With a strange confidence found in the very back of his mind, Starrk took two steps toward him, and Byakuya put his back against the wall. The taller man smiled deviously and stopped when he was too close for comfort, still outside of way too close for comfort. Wet lashes shaded purple orbs as defiant brows furrowed. Starrk dropped to his knees and a small sound fell from Byakuya's lips.
"What are--" He had taken hold of the fabric covering Byakuya's manhood and wiped his face on it. The teenager frowned, kneeing Starrk in the face. "Pervert!"
The Primera's head jerked back, sending the rest of his body with it, into the cabinet below the sink.
"Good one." He groaned, squeezing the top of his noggin, eyes clamped shut. That confidence was going back where he found it.
Byakuya winced when he hit his head, he hadn't meant for it to hurt that bad.
"You shouldn't invade peop--"
"I'm buzzed, okay? Give me a break." Starrk rolled on his side, still in the same stance as before.
"You shouldn't have been drinking, then." He was still standing against the wall, still naked, and still cold. "You're underage."
"And so are you," He opened his right eye. "Why do you think kids come to these parties? To drink tea?"
He closed his eye again.
"And you're here. So…" Byakuya took offense to that.
"I'm here to co-host." Starrk removed is hand from his head and propped himself up on his elbows. Byakuya noticed the red shiny substance on his palm. "You're bleeding."
Byakuya moved to the shower and took out the rag he used to scrub his body. The Primera looked at his hand, disinterested. In his normal line of work, bleeding wasn't a real shock. The smaller man turned on the faucet and wet the rag.
"I told Ichigo not to throw a party." He knelt in between the Primera's spread legs and pulled his broad shoulders forward. Unaware of his falling towel, he placed Starrk's head against his chest and parted his hair around the wound. A sigh of irritation escaped him as the taller man leaned his head fully against him and wrapped his arms around his slim waist. Roughly, he patted the cloth to The Primera's head.
"Ow." It was a whisper, but it was enough to satisfy the man.
The wound began to turn into a bump.
"Let's go get ice."
The moment before Byakuya was going to get up from between the man's legs and out of his long and muscular arms, the door to the bathroom swung open.
"Captain!" The rugged, tattooed red-head was standing on the threshold, two girls, each with a bottle of vodka in their hands, were in his arms.
"Renji!" Byakuya's cheek turned pink again. Starrk narrowed his eyes and held the raven-haired man tighter. He remember all the goo-goo eyes, hip touching, private conversations, and walking home after school the red-head did to and with his cuddy.
"Well, we'll just leave you two alone then." Byakuya's towel had fallen even more and to the intoxicated intruders it just looked like a white mini-skirt. "We'll put Ichigo's bedroom to good use."
"No!" Renji paused from moving into the hallway. "We'll…use the…bedroom."
"We will?" Starrk's heart was aflutter.
"Yeah, you will!" Renji grinned, wildly. "Go on, now, go rock his world!"
The raven-haired man grabbed Starrk's hand and started to get up from the floor. Glaring at the red-head, he brushed past him with the bearded man in tow. Walking to the door opposite the bathroom, Byakuya held his towel to his chest. He opened the door to the tiny bedroom and ushered the tall man inside.
"I'll be right back." Starrk groaned as Byakuya pushed him unto the bed. The man walked out of the still dark room, closing the door. The Primera chuckled at the thought of ever-so-serious Byakuya below with all the mischievous and drunk adolescents.
He lay back on the bed and folded his hands behind his head. With the palm connected to his cranium, he began a healing kidou. Starrk smiled at his cleverness. Now he wouldn't have to explain a bandaged head to Grimmjow. The door opened and his temporary nurse entered the room.
"Here." Byakuya extended a pack of frozen vegetables in the man's direction. Starrk was surprised the man had managed to hang onto his towel.
"I don't need it." Starrk snuggled into the tiny bed, scooting over for the man to sit.
"Do you wish to have a bump on your head?" Byakuya took the space Starrk offered.
"It'll be alright." He tried to smile reassuringly but the alcohol in his blood was starting to affect him. Byakuya sighed and placed the vegetables on the desk next to the bed. He grabbed a hair clip from the bedside table and began to put his raven locks up.
He was beautiful in the moonlight. The pale glimmer of the night made the man's skin truly white. Resting in the lowest part of the purple orbs, the light shined, his lashes protecting most of his eyes. He glanced at Starrk, lips parted and lids heavy.
The Primera began to sit upright, ghastly, blue eyes connecting with the smaller man's purple ones. Slowly, he reached for the other, eye glancing back and forth between the shining violet and smooth pink. Byakuya didn't move, deciding to wait as Starrk scooted closer to him, large, warm hand ghosting across a doughy cheek. The taller man extended his neck as a thumb caressed the rosy color along the bottom of his mouth. Tilting his head and brushing his nose against the petite one opposite his, Starrk gently pressed his lips to the pretty ones. They were softer than he had imagined sitting in the photography studio more than once. Hesitantly, yet still more confidently than Byakuya, he pursed his lips, applying more pressure to the soft mouth below his.
They both tasted of alcohol.
The Primera deepened the kiss, touching the smaller man's neck, gently tilting his head back. For a moment, he thought the man would push him away. Byakuya had placed his hand on his chest, but had instead started to caress the skin inside the gape of the bearded man's button down.
At the exact moment Starrk had planned to move and start groping the smaller man's hip, a loud thud sounded from the other side of the room.
"RENJI WASN'T LYIN'." It was Ichigo and Grimmjow. They were obviously intoxicated, based on the way they couldn't stand without one another's assistance, their lack of coherent speech, and the fact that both were wearing lipstick."You two really were mackin' in here!"
"Dude, dude, dude…dude," The blue-haired man leaned completely on the teenager, grinning like mad and giggling at the pair on the bed. "They're on your bed."
Byakuya and Starrk pulled away from each other, ever so light pink hue on two pairs of cheeks.
"Oh, and the coppers are here. We gotta go, Starrk."
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So it's progressing fast, I know. It's supposed to....(I think).
Oh, and there's been a blizzard here, so I plan to get a chapter up for each story. Do you guys think I update too fast? Because I'm always thinking, "If I update my stories this fast, why don't some of the stories I like update that fast? It's not fair!"
Geecee:
-AC7DC asked for some Starrk and Byakuya Lovin'.
-He doesn't have a last name.
-And I never thought about that. I often forget what he sounds like. Ha.