Things get Hot and Heavy Between Boy and Boy.
"Oh, shit."
Starrk was gonna cry.
"…And you'll each have to take pictures of your partner." Mr. Maki grinned. "Based on your prompt lists and your artistic expression."
The bearded man glanced sideways. Bedside him, Byakuya was studying the list that the Primera had chosen titled "Love". Sighing, he looked away and insisted to himself that the girls who rushed to take all the other prompt lists had no idea which one lie on the bottom. The pale man's features showed the slightest hint of a grimace.
"Should we…?" Starrk looked at him inquisitively.
"Meet this afternoon?" Byakuya turned his gaze on the pewter orbs, a spark of something darker lurking behind indifference in his eye.
"I was gonna say…" An image flashed across his mind, a light of inspiration. "'Should we meet at my house?'"
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"WHY am I such a moron!?" The taller man threw his hands towards the sky and then let them fall roughly back to his forehead. Grimmjow smirked.
"You're not a moron." He sounded genuinely concerned. "You're a slave of the flesh."
The Primera huffed.
"And then we have to show them up on the over head to the entire class!," He was ignoring the other people in the streets, solely focusing on scratching his eyes out. "And they'll critique them, Grimmjow, CRITIQUE."
The shorter man placed firm hands on broad shoulders, continuing to trudge behind Starrk and guiding him in the direction of their apartment complex.
"It's an art class, right?" The bearded man nodded, hands palming his eyes, head still upturned towards the sky. "Then you can just blame whatever they see as sexual on "artistic expression" and call them perverts."
The Primera slowed, hesitantly pulling his hands back to his sides. Grimmjow stopped as soon as he did, arms remaining stretched between them.
"Thanks…that might work."
"I know, I'm a genius." The blue-haired man spun around Starrk, winking as he did so and crossed the street toward the building.
The taller man hustled after, usually bored expression back in place and more optimistic disposition marked in his steps. Holding the door for the other, The Sexta looked toward the elevators.
"When are you guys gonna meet up? I've got a date in an hour." Starrk brushed past him, curtly shoving him into the door he was holding and taking wide strides across the building lobby.
"Take her out. He should be here around then." The other snarled and stood upright.
"But I made a date before y--"
"Then cancel it." The Primera turned to him, pressing the "up" button as Grimmjow stalked toward him. "I don't want to be taking pictures and then hear moans and 'UHN! GRIMMJOW, YES!' coming through the wall."
"That's not fa--"
"Seriously," The bearded man turned away. "What's so special about this girl anyway?"
The Sexta huffed, throwing his weight unto one side and folding his arms harshly. He looked defeated and sighed.
"Nothing. I don't know."
The Primera eyed him, opening his mouth to speak as the elevator made a small "ding" and closing it as soon as the door began to open. Grimmjow followed him unto the platform, pushing the third floor button as he passed the panel, and leaning against the far side of the tiny moving room. Starrk still watched the handsome features, taking note of the sullen look that had replaced the normal grimace of the young man.
"Take her down to the little doughnut shop and then bring her back in about forty minutes." The aquamarine eyes darted back to his slender orbs. "We should be done shooting."
He nodded, sunken features turning into a pout. He failed to voice his appreciation as they walked the short hall to their temporary home, and sat on the couch with his arms still folded when Starrk opened the door. The taller man had walked to the tiny kitchen and began putting sodas in the fridge. He paused, six cans in hand, and turned to Grimmjow.
"You're going to rip right through that uniform. I got it. Go freshen up." Realizing that he was flexing furiously, the Sexta released his grip on the shirt and looked away sheepishly. As the other man turned back to the icebox, he quickly pushed himself from the couch and walked through Starrk's room to their shared bathroom. Peeking over the door of the fridge, the bearded man smiled and shook his head.
***
"Shower? Check. Rid of Grimmjow? Check. House is clean? Check. Food? Check. Music?" Starrk turned towards the stereo, still blaring sin with sebastian. "Off."
After switching off the obnoxiously gay and blunt song, he sat on the cream-colored sofa. The Primera sighed, looking at his watch. It read 4:03. He put his feet up on the table. Then took them off the glass surface. Then put one on, took that one off and put the right one on. He looked around the tiny apartment, gaze resting on the doors to the balcony. He huffed and put both feet on the floor, standing and stalking over to the sliding door.
"Damn, I'm nervous," He stood on the balcony, looking out onto the cityscape and towards the blue sky. "This isn't even a date or anything. Just a school project."
He slapped himself on the forehead and dragged his hand over his face, stopping as it made his mouth sag. After three weeks he still wasn't used to the thought of being a sophomore, though, this was the first time he had gone to high school. His brows knitted together and he closed his eyes, thinking of his days as a human, long before there was any such foolishness as school. Or being attracted to men, for that matter.
He sighed, remembering when his atrocious appetite for sex began, as soon as his transformation from hollow to arrancar ended. Unlike some of the other and more obvious espada, he had masked his needs well, simply pushing his desires to the back of his mind and leaving them there for quite some time. Grimmjow, of course, had already fucked his way through Aizen's entire army four ti--
Starrk grunted.
He opened his eyes and looked down as something fell to the sidewalk below the apartment complex.
"A bagel?" Someone had dared to throw a blueberry bagel at the face of The Primera Espada?
"HEY!" He glanced in the direction of the call, hands placed upon the concrete ledge. A boisterous, blue-haired, and incredibly irrational, young man pointed emphatically at the Primera's photography partner. Starrk shook his head as Grimmjow gave him thumbs up. He watched as the raven-haired beauty crossed the crowded street of Karakura and disappeared under the balcony. Licking his lips and running a hand through tousled chestnut locks, the bearded man pushed his weight from the ledge and slowly entered the apartment, containing his eagerness as he made his way to the door. With great finesse, he opened the metal hatch and upon finding the hallway empty, leaned against the doorframe.
A moment later Byakuya emerged from the elevator.
"Did you bring the prompt list?" Starrk leaned with his arms crossed on his chest, right ankle over his left.
"Yes." Byakuya had stopped after exiting the elevator. His hair was tied in a high ponytail and he had changed from the bland uniform into white jeans and a teal polo. His school bag was absent and he sported a thick watch with numerous buttons and dials on it. He took the tiny white paper out of his pocket and held his palm out. Starrk nodded, retreating into the apartment.
"Do you want something to drink? Or eat?" This is what humans normally did with guests, he remembered from Szayel's little lesson on The World of The Living.
"No, thank you. Let us begin." Byakuya stood next to the coffee table, bending to retrieve the camera as the Primera closed the fridge. "Where do you want to shoot the photos?"
"Uh, right here?" The bearded man walked from the kitchen to the cream-colored couch. "You want me take pictures first?"
The pale figure nodded, standing upright and waiting for instruction.
"Damnit." His plan had backfired. He huffed uncomfortably. Taking the camera from slender hands, he stood behind the other man.
"Let's start with 'Beautiful', I thought about what I want for that one." Ushering Byakuya to sit on the couch, he turned to the balcony and windows of the tiny temporary home. "Just take off your shirt and sit on the couch, face me and look neutral."
Tuning out the sounds of the onyx-haired man's adjustments and shimmying the curtains and shades into place, the Primera reassured himself that this was not simply a tactic he was using to see the inches of smooth, alabaster hide that he knew lay in waiting for his more than anxious lips. He turned back to Byakuya, eyes immediately finding sanctuary in heavy lidded violet orbs. His mouth fell open a bit.
Byakuya simply stared back at him. Starrk immediately snapped his jaw shut and tilted his head as small creature would. He narrowed his eyes.
"Relax, you seem tense." Byakuya was visibly taken aback by the statement, but refrained from voicing so. Instead, leaning back into the love seat and breathing all the control out of his body. Unaware of the eyes of the other man, he reached up to his forehead and rubbed all the tension from his brow, momentarily forgetting whatever burdens were plaguing those soft features. Bringing his legs back together and pulling his locks from the ponytail, the man faced Starrk with lips slightly parted, eyes still hooded, and brow like that of a defeated man.
After a moment, he looked around the room.
"Oh!" Came the flustered reply. The brunette raised the camera, covering his red cheeks from the model's sight. "Okay, now stand up and follow me."
Pulling the camera from his face, the Primera sighed. He led Byakuya to his bedroom, quickly recovering from the embarrassing moment and turning on the lights. He walked to the window and closed the shades, directing his partner to stand against the cream-colored wall.
"Now, bend over and shake your head." Byakuya looked at him, perplexed. "Tousle your hair."
Starrk giggled as the man did so, quietly of course as not to disturb the calm that he had established in the living room. The raven-haired man stood upright, sighing with a grin and lifting a hand to remove a refuge lock stuck in the corner of his mouth. Starrk seized the moment and trapped it within the film. He smiled deviously.
"I was not ready." The man with the camera shrugged.
"Look right at me." Byakuya followed his direction, staring right into the lens a foot and a half from his face. Starrk took a moment to admire the soft expression of his ever-so-serious photography partner.
"Should we do 'Intimacy' next?" He asked after taking the picture.
"If you wish."
"Okay, on your back." The Primera walked to open the shades again, making room for the other to move to the bed. He avoided the purple eyes, as they defiantly made their and their corresponding body's way to the large mattress. He laid on his nude back, knees in the air and brought together and right arm folded over his chest so his hand rested timidly at the base of his neck. The sight of him sent tremors down the taller man's spine.
He didn't make any sound, simply gesturing as to what to do next. The Primera huffed again, pulling his libido out of the clouds and mentally sitting on it. He moved to the foot of the bed.
"Open your legs." Slowly, the other complied. "Wider."
"How wide?" Byakuya's head popped up.
"So that I could lay on top of you." He gave the man with the camera a questioning look. "Want someone else? So that Grimmjow could lay there."
He showed his disapproval, twisting his face as if smelling something awful.
"For anyone to lay there." He looked back at the Primera.
"Are you insinuating that I am promiscuous?"
"For me to lay there?"
His head fell back onto the mattress with a small grin in place. He rested his arms above his head and looked toward the window. Starrk crouched so his vision was nearly parallel with the lithe body. He focused the lens on the long legs in front of him and took the shot. Immediately he moved to side of the bed farthest from the window and sat on the floor, resting the camera on the mattress and allowing the light to catch the dust in the air.
"Over here." The camera was already focused on the pale face as the other turned. He took another picture as soon as Byakuya turned to him, hand over his head and light from the mirror on the dresser sparkling in his eyes and illuminating his skin.
"Stop taking pictures when I am unprepared." He followed the bearded man as he moved around the bed again, this time stopping before he would block the light of the afternoon.
"Sit up." The model did as he was told. "But that's when you're prettiest."
As expected, the statement had caught the man off guard. He took another picture.
"Stop." Byakuya looked at him seriously.
"But that," Starrk moved to kneel in front of him. "Is when you're the most beautiful."
He took the pale digits in his large hands, wrapping thick fingers around thin ones. Byakuya didn't crack a smile, instead seeming bewildered by the teasing gesture. The Primera, too, lost the humor of the moment, taking on a more serious expression. He froze, unable of thinking what to do next. He had been caught in the web of those violet eyes, again, and it momentarily killed any thought processes forming in his head. He watched as a pink hue found its way to two doughy cheeks and waited for some type of awkward gesture to bring their hands apart. He couldn't read the expression plastered on Byakuya's face, well he could never read that stoic beauty. He had let him kiss him at Ichigo's party but had been his cold and usually distant self during the past week. This whole teenage dating scene made the Primera's head spin, or at least it would have if his mind was present at the moment. Before he could remove himself, the other had begun to lean into him.
Slowly, two pairs of timid lips met and shifting eyes fluttered closed.
And then the Primera pulled away and crashed his mouth against the softer one. He repeated until both were short of breath and Starrk had moved between thighs clad in white jeans. As a warm hand caressed a pink nipple and pushed the chest behind it unto the bed, thin fingers placed an abnormally firm grip on a tanned wrist.
"Ah…" Was the sound Byakuya made as he stood from the bed.
Starrk, too, stood grabbing an alabaster and slim waist, pulling it through the sunlight, and pushing it softly against a cream-colored wall. The pale figure showed no resistance, allowing the taller figure to trap him and place large hands on slender hips.
The Primera let his body do as it pleased, begged for, and dreamt of many a night, sliding thick fingers over tender flesh and letting sharp teeth make their mark before thin lips eased the pain. His mind was reeling through a thousand different options of how to bring about ecstasy for both parties involved and had no concern for what his crotch, hands, vocal chords, or mouth were doing. It had been centuries since he had touched another being like so.
He palmed the other's excitement, gaining a much appreciated and stifled moan. Immediately he dropped to his knees and began unzipping and unbuttoning Byakuya's pants feverishly. The raven-haired man assisted him, pulling the white denim apart, whilst Starrk pried his manhood from within his boxers. A desperate whimper fell from sweet pink lips as the owner of them steadied himself with his hands in thick, disheveled chestnut locks. Below his waist, the Primera ravenously pleased him, ripping stifled moans and gasps from Byakuya's mouth that mixed with the sickening wet slurps in the air. With trembling breath and hands, the shorter man fisted the curly locks at his fingertips and whispered the other's name eagerly. Halting Starrk's movements with that still abnormally strong grip, he began thrusting deeply into his partner's mouth, losing his consideration for the other's ability to breathe. Said other placed his hands upon white clad thighs and simply waited for the other to pull out.
Which he didn't, releasing himself in the Primera's mouth and causing him to gag violently. He sat back on his heels as Byakuya rested his flushed head against the wall, pure sexual gratification written all over his face and chest heaving with every exhale of Starrk's name.
Just as the calm of intimacy began to sneak into the master bedroom, a tiny click could be heard from the other side of the apartment. Both men froze, and then turned quickly to see out the door of the bedroom facing directly toward the front entrance.
A head full of blazing blue hair was tilted off its axis, coordinating brows knitted together tight, and wide mouth agape in the most perplexed of manners.
Before the Primera could wipe the various bodily liquids soaking his shirt, coating the lower half of his face, and dripping from his chin, his partner had dashed for the washroom. He stayed on his knees, mortified as the Sexta squinted at him.
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