Chapter Three - The Start of Things
A/N : I apologise for the errors in this chapter, will be corrected soon. I was half-awake when i was doing this... sorry.
*Characters mentioned in this story are quite OOC, you've been warned.
Nonetheless, enjoy!
"Oi, Grimmjow. Class's over..." Renji's voice was harsh, and intentionally tilting Grimmjow's seat.
The blue eyes shot open when he felt his chair was falling, and crashed on the floor. The red-haired successfully woke him up from his nap - a nap that apparently went through full two hours with a quiet snore and a thin trail of saliva, that irritated the red-haired who was sitting right beside him in the class.
"Ow... That hurt, bastard!" Grimmjow yelled, rubbing his sore butt.
"It was disgusting, i couldn't help it but wanna kick your ass..."
Renji offered a hand and the other calmly took them, helping the blue to stand on his two feet. The others would see them as a strange pair, it's rare to see your friend packing up your belongings for you. The two simply ignored the bystanders presence and gradually minded their own business.
At school, especially during classes the both of them shared, they had always stayed side-by-side. Grimmjow didn't really mind what Renji thinks of him, since he would go on with many type of people eventually. But the blue-haired acknowledged Renji's existence in his life, he even admitted once that the red-haired is his buddy after Ichigo.
Hell, it's always after Ichigo.
And that Renji, couldn't help poking his nose onto Grimmjow's case. Particularly his trouble-partner's safety, that's just relatively easy to differ if he's hurt or not.
Walking out of their final classroom for the day, leaving babbling girls and boys about the two buddies. They walked through the hallways and down the stairs, heading towards the students' shoe lockers at the front entrance. Their appearance completely shrunk out nearly all of the badges they passed by - due to their heights [Renji being the tallest], their fuck-off aura that seemed to be killing everyone who met their stare, and such many atrocious things rumours made about them.
But the two just considered those rumours as a laughing stock. None of them were true of course, except about fighting and nearly killing someone...
Changing their school slippers to their shoes, Renji saw Ichigo walking out of the main entrance of the building. Along with other famous guys of Karakura High : Uryuu, Toshiro, Rangiku and Shuuhei.
He frowned, leaning his back on the lockers beside Grimmjow's, "...Kinda hate flashy people."
"Yeah? I think they're fine," the blue-haired replied, taking off his slippers.
Renji snorted, "It's because the world is none of your business, right? Why should i be bothered talking to you..."
Grimmjow glared as he almost slammed his locker door shut, "Yeah-yeah, you don't have to be such a bitch, Renji. I'll give you a piece of my mind - You. Flashy guys. Hate. 'Cause. Them. Smarter. Than. You."
Feeling his eyebrow twitched. Grimmjow pointing out word by word like that, irritate the beings out of him, "Ass."
Though the both of their grades were higher than average, Renji's papers barely scoring 60 for all of his written test. And Grimmjow's unexpectedly 'clever' head scored higher than him. Being the school's most problematic students, Grimmjow sure do know how to work his way around the teachers and all. Especially the headmaster where the rumour said that he nearly jabbed a pen on the Principal's eye.
Yet, once again, it was just a rumour.
Renji continued, "And not just that... The guy at the back deliberately stole every one of my girlfriends! What the fuck is his problem?!"
"What? That Hisagi guy?"
The red-haired then poked his finger on Grimmjow's nose, shutting the smaller young man when Renji's voice running low, "...Don't mention that name in front of me ever again."
He raised his eyebrows, figuring something that might be the reason of his aggravation.
"Easy, tough guy. Just so you know, i don't swing that way..." Grimmjow replied expressionlessly, walking out first as Renji left stunned on his place.
"Shut up, you poop!"
Catching up with Grimmjow, he slowed his pace until he was walking beside the laid-back blue-haired. The red-haired then voiced out quietly, as they were still in the school grounds, "You know... It's different from the way Ichigo looked at you, actually."
After hearing, the blue-haired halted his walk.
"Meaning?"
"Look, i know you guys are childhood friends and all and believe me, the look in the eyes he gave you shows signs of affection, Grimmy-dear," he grinned, swinging his hand over the smaller friend's shoulders.
A smack.
"Eeeshh!"
Blowing out his heated knuckle, the blue-haired taunted, "I should've brought scissors today...Shaving you bald might be a pretty good idea, after all."
When Renji was about to retort back Grimmjow's insult, a fast figure practically pulled the red's arm along with it. As if it was kidnapping him, and Grimmjow had known it was Rukia. Small, black and pretty strong - there's nobody like Rukia's 'girly' personality. The blue-haired sighed in relief that she didn't see him, if she did, he wondered which trash would she land him to.
His small chuckle disappeared, what Renji had said just now, disturbed him.
"How come you're not always with us during lunch-break, Ichi? I've been so lonely!" Rangiku wailed, hugging Ichigo's arms intentionally close to her large pair of breasts.
The orange-haired laughed hesitantly, "I need some time alone to think...i guess? While eating's probably the best for me."
The others finds it suspicious, giving off 'tell-us-quickly-before-we-beat-the-crap-out-of-yo u' aura that didn't seem to work out on Ichigo. Walking on the pavements towards the neighbourhood where Ichigo's house situated, the small group halted near the tiny park.
"Well, see you guys tomorrow," Ichigo said, waving his hands as he turned his heels away.
The others said their goodbyes and continued walking until they disappeared onto the next collection of Karakura neighbourhood. He was barely walking, shuffling his feet slowly until he stopped. Below the huge tree at the park, he raised his head up, spotting a familiar figure looking down on him.
"You can come down now, Grimm," Ichigo smiled, stepping to the side to let Grimmjow jump near him.
Their sudden meet up after many years and months passed since Ichigo became famous, trying to bide their spending time with each other as many as possible. Whenever Grimmjow thought of that, he would remember what Renji had told him a few hours ago.
Jumping down from the strong tree branch, Grimmjow released a sigh, "You're late."
"Sorry, Ran wants me to sing all afternoon for her," he apologised, tugging the blue-haired's sleeve as they walked back home.
Blue eyes lowered down to Ichigo's hand, he wondered why he always let himself being led by this exceptionally bleached haired guy? He wanted it to be from the cause of their friendship and all, being together since young really made you think like this - you don't know a thing anymore.
It was already so late, passing dinner time to be exact. It wasn't that much of a cold on spring's night here, and that a few strings of blushes crept on his nose.
"Looks like uncle's not here," Ichigo broke out the two's silence, releasing his tug on Grimmjow's sleeve.
"Huh?"
Grimmjow's house was the first they pass, just beside Ichigo's. The blue-haired realised that the lights were off, the gates were shut and the all of the doors were probably locked. His dad never bothered to give his son any spare keys.
No matter how you look at it, it was still sad. Ichigo turned his head to his gloomy best-friend, and offered with a smile, "Come on. You're always welcome in my home."
"Okay," Grimmjow mumbled, not meeting Ichigo's eyes. There's nothing wrong with a normal sleepover, right?
"Don't be sad, Grimm! I'm here for you, aren't i?"
Ichigo would always told him that. Whenever he's feeling depressed and all, the orange-haired would never forget to tell him that. Though he admit, it did cheered him up. It felt like they went back being kids again.
It has been a long while that he'd been in the Kurosaki household clinic. He couldn't exactly tell for how long. The first step inside Ichigo's home reels in many of fond and painful memories, and that stunned him. He saw a picture of Ichigo's mother, Masaki decorated on top of the cupboard. It wasn't there the last time he visited.
How he missed Masaki after her death, probably what it feels when you've lost your real mother.
"Dad's working out to Shinjuku, he won't be back for the next couple of days. And the twins, well... let's just call it girls' nights out with their bunch of friends," Ichigo recollected, switching on the hallway lights.
"Uhh... How about... the..." Grimmjow hesitated, unsure if the 'other' was in the house or not.
"Shiro? He supposed to be at work tonight. No sweat, Grimm," he snickered, walking towards the kitchen area.
Shiro, Ichigo's brother was simply just a headache to the blue-haired. A walking issue with a pervert sign written on his forehead, who constantly flirt with the poor, uninterested blue and even tried to molest him every time Grimmjow and Shiro were in the same room.
Leaving his bag right beside Ichigo's on the sofa, Grimmjow took out his phone from his pocket and dialled for his father's number. Clicking on the living room's lights, he padded towards the locked sliding door where he could see his home right beside. It kept ringing, ringing and ringing... His father never once answered his calls, but he kept on calling anyway.
Feeling so bleak, he sent his old man a message, and the reply, surprisingly came shortly.
The blue-haired read, 'Busy, at Tokyo.'
He cursed, bringing a hand to rub his eyes as he cursed, "...Stupid, old man."
Here he was worrying shit about his father, he never gain anything in return. No care, a father who treated him as a shadow.
When he's about to walk back to the kitchen area to help with whatever Ichigo is currently doing, a recognizable figure cornered him to the nearby wall, he grinned sinisterly, "Yo, darlin'."
Grimmjow widened his eyes, "S-Shiro!"
The white-haired instantly covered the other's mouth, slipping his feet between Grimmjow's legs, shutting him down as he whispered, "It's been so long i was tempted to see you, Grimmy. I even thought of barging through your bedroom window, but... it wouldn't be nice now, would it?"
His other hand opening the buttons of Grimmjow's uniform jacket and shirt, he continued, "Let's continue where we left off..."
"Mmpfh...!" Grimmjow tried relentlessly to break off from Shiro, but the white greatly overpowered him.
Shiro's hand dangerously sliding down, undo-ing his zipper and into his pants, his fingers stung his skin and he even passed the line of his boxers. In his cursing thoughts and racing heartbeats, he was screaming for help.
Then, out of nowhere, a frying pan flung out to the white-haired. Roughly sending Shiro hitting face-flat on the wooden floor with an 'Oof!'.
Ichigo's voice rings through the tensing air, "Oops, my hand slipped. Don't you have work today? Me and Grim'll take care of the house till dad gets home."
Pouting, he stood up, "... we'll do this again next time, Grimmy~"
"Get out of here!"
Ichigo shoo-ed his brother out, locking the entrance door with a sigh of relief. But when he walked back through the hallway, he founded that Grimmjow sat stunned on the floor. This wasn't the first time he'd been molested by Shiro, so what happened to him now?
He asked worriedly, "You okay?"
"Huh? Uh... Yeah," the blue-haired replied casually, bringing his feet close to him.
"You hungry?"
"Starvin'."
The orange-haired smiled. That's good news, "I'm making some pasta, just wait for a few moment, all right?"
He noticed that the blue was fidgeting and that he quickly turned when he stood, padding away from the living room. Ichigo raised a delicate eyebrow, "Where are you going?"
"...Toilet," Grimmjow mumbled, continuing his walk towards the bathroom.
"Oh... Okay, don't take your idle time in there," Ichigo spoke out, picking up the frying pan that he used as a 'hitting-machine'.
He closed the bathroom door, turning on the sink for a cold water, and stared at himself. He pondered how'd he dangerously managed to hide his hard-on!
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why the hell did i get a turn-on from that creeper?! Shit...!" Practically talking to himself, he zipped down and out from his pants and boxers.
Feeling overly embarrassed, he flustered, looking dejectedly at his hard member, "...Why does it have to point that way..."
"Damn you, you stupid erectile tissue!" he shouted, threatening to pull his member to snap it half. But groaned, regretting that it just got him more excited. He'd have to do it fast, and masturbating was not in his best list.
Then, Ichigo suddenly knocked on the door.
"Grimmjow? What the hell are you doing in there?" his voice rings through the door.
"H-Huh? Oh! Uhmmm... I'm currently using the toilet... and uhhh... bathroom tissue got stuck... in my butt... So, i'm happily pulling it out now...!" He panicked, faking splash of water into the toilet bowl.
But that, wasn't really a good choice of words.
"C'mon, Grimmjow, i know you're lying to me."
The blue-haired finally realized something, whenever you go to the toilet - please remind yourself to lock the door. But in Grimmjow's case, he'd forgotten.
'Oh... shit.'
"I'm coming in."
"W-Wait! No!" Grimmjow screamed, hand reaching towards the door handle to shut it close, but he was seconds late.
The door clicked as Ichigo slightly swung it open, he first laid eyes on Grimmjow's exposed lower half, a shirt that nearly covered the blue's hard-on. Grimmjow's face flushed red to his ears, from all people... Ichigo's the first one to see him shamelessly like this.
But, the orange-haired sighed, shaking his head. He didn't laugh.
"You having trouble or what?"
"Fuckin' pervert! Get out!" His left took hold of the handle to close the door back, but Ichigo's hand stunned him.
He gripped on Grimmjow's hand as he got inside the toilet and locked the door. The blue couldn't read what Ichigo's face trying to say, but he surely felt something uneasy.
"W-Why'd you lock the door...?"
Ichigo didn't reply, instead, he shuffled closer to Grimmjow until the other loses his balance and fell on the bathroom floor. He moaned but the other, immediately spread open his legs. The blue-haired nearly squeaked when his childhood friend grabbed his legs open and staring expressionlessly at the hard-on.
"I-Ichigo! Leggo! Leggo!" Shoving Ichigo's head away and stretching the ends of his uniform shirt to cover his excited member.
Then, the orange-haired leaned forward, his lips drawing close to Grimmjow's left pierced ear, "Hey... It's fine. It's just me. I'm here for you."
Again.
His struggles running weak, the voice melted him wholly. Grimmjow freeing his grip on Ichigo's, panting on the exciting pleasure as Ichigo stroked his member with his undeniably strong hand. It felt weird and extremely awkward to have your childhood friend jacking you off, and that his lips never left roaming your neck and kissing your nape.
"Dammit... Ichi... go..." he groaned, he was aroused.
Unconsciously wrapping his arms around Ichigo's neck, their face was close. Really, really, close. And that the orange-haired somehow blushed at the rare sight of the problematic blue-haired student, though he didn't mind much about it.
"Are you coming...?" Ichigo whispered, licking on Grimmjow's ear.
The blue's voice then hitched to his release.
Shoving the fork onto the pasta Ichigo had made, he had entirely lost his appetite. They were eating their dinner in silence, and this type of matter, really bothered him the most. He should never tell Renji nor anyone about this!
"Thought you're starving," Ichigo broke the silence, after pouring a glass of milk for his best-friend.
"...I-I am!" Forcing the pasta down his throat, he tried his best not to look so obvious.
"Eat up slowly then, you know you don't have to be shy, Grimm..." Ichigo said, calmly eating his share of pasta.
'How could i not be shy when you're the one jacking me off, dumbass?!' Grimmjow thought in his head.
They finished their dinner, Ichigo offered himself to wash up the plates and such and told Grimmjow to go for a shower before bed. It was a strange routine somehow, but he's fine with it.
After some hot shower, he wore the extra clothes Ichigo prepared for him to wear. It was Isshin's size, old clothes by the looks of it, and they still didn't match his body size, partly because it was too loose for him to wear. When Ichigo went for a shower, Grimmjow sat on the bed, looking up on that one nostalgic wall that they used to have their drawings plastered unfittingly.
It seems it was just like yesterday that they were just kids. And that this was just a dream, of how time really flies.
Ichigo clicked his bedroom door open, having finished showering, he chuckled. At the current sight of Grimmjow laying on top of his bed, he would always take up the whole space.
"Where am i supposed to sleep if you're taking the whole bed, Grimm?" Ichigo nudged on Grimmjow's forearm with his toe.
Silently, with the back of his head facing him, the blue scooted to the side. Trying, yet again, his hardest not to blush as Ichigo slips in behind him. Covering themselves with the large comfortable blanket as everything went silent between the two of them.
"H-Hey... Ichi, can i ask you something?"
"Sure."
"...Why'd you did that to me...?"
It didn't take Ichigo long to answer him.
"Was it really wrong? You're just like a brother to me," Ichigo admitted, wrapping his arms around Grimmjow's waist, pulling the other close to him.
The blue started to fluster again, during their old times, Ichigo never did this before. So, why now? And why'd he just let him do what he wants?
Until Grimmjow suddenly felt something poking at his ass.
A bing!
"Y-You're...!"
Ichigo laughed hesitantly, "Ahaha... I jacked myself off in the shower, it didn't worked out it seems."
"Huh?"
"Just leave it. I'll be fine," Ichigo settled, behind the flustering blue.
'He got a turn-on... because of me?'
Grimmjow, feeling guilty about the incident in the toilet and that this was mainly his fault for getting Ichigo so heavily aroused. He didn't waste much time, flipping to his other side, face came to a front to Ichigo's surprised face.
Touching Ichigo's hardened member, the other yelped.
"I'm returning the favour so don't move..." Grimmjow said, surprised that Ichigo didn't brush him off. Staying calmly on his part of the bed as the blue-haired laid hand on Ichigo's member.
'Why am i doing this...? Ichigo's my best friend! A childhood one... And fuck, it's bigger than mine!'
The orange-haired observed the flustering pink face of his childhood friend. It wasn't what you would always see in everyday life. Grimmjow's hand was trembling, his stroke and his rub slightly excited him but at least, it felt good somehow - until he could feel his breath catching up.
"...First time giving a hand-job?" Ichigo asked, curving a devilish smile.
He chuckled when Grimmjow completely went red to his ears. His hands was itching, until it slipped at the back of the blue's pants, "It wasn't fair that i'm the only one getting rubbed like this... Can i do you too?"
Then Renji's voice rings in Grimmjow's ears, '...shows signs of affections...'
Incidentally, Ichigo pinned Grimmjow down to the bed, hands kept inside the blue's pants, feeling the curve of the other's buttocks. Sliding the other's pants down, he kept Grimmjow's hands gripping onto both of their hardened members.
"...I-Ichi...go!"
"...I'm moving," his voice was low and husky, yet again kissing on the blue's nape.
Grimmjow's voice couldn't stop hitching, as their exposed lower skin friction-ed together, he could feel he's about to come all over again. Adding to the pleasure that Ichigo's fingers kept threatening to enter into Grimmjow's entrance. His soul felt trapped, he felt really small now that it seems Ichigo's dominating this whole scene. Heartbeats racing, his body felt weak.
'...Why... are we doing this...? He's my childhood... friend, dammit!'
His hands wandered, wrapping itself around Ichigo's neck, as the other moved faster and faster, until he felt his load coming off. Clutching onto the other's clothes when the orange-haired seemingly unconscious, lapped his lips with Grimmjow's. Tongue sliding in, hungrily searching - sucking the blue-haired's air out of him.
Leaving him breathless, helplessly attacked by his childhood friend.
Though it felt good.
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