Chapter Thirty One
Nnoitra opened the door without knocking, figuring that he still technically lived with Grimmjow so he had the right, and frowned at the two men on the floor going through photographs. What the hell were they doing? Instead of asking he shook his head and reached in his nap sack, kicking the door shut behind him. Ichigo looked up but Grimmjow ignored him and Nnoitra nodded a greeting.
"Yo." He grinned, tossing the package Grimmjow had sent him for on the couch. "Don't see why ya did it this way. Couldn't you've had him send it to ya or bring it himself?"
Grimmjow grabbed the package with a smile and started opening it. "He wasn't here when I asked for it and I couldn't exactly have you go get it from him. So he left it with Starrk when he was out there."
Nnoitra frowned. "When the hell did Starrk go to America?"
"Who's Starrk?" Ichigo asked, a question having finally burned a hole through his mouth and finding a way out.
Grimmjow grinned, the package momentarily forgotten, and reached for a picture of a sleepy looking brown haired man that was sitting on top of a pile to his left, handing it to Ichigo.
"Oh."
"He went to America because he was bored and wanted a change of scenery. You know how he gets."
"Che. Still looked bored to me." Nnoitra said, plopping on the couch and reaching for a stack of pictures. "The fuck ya doin' with all this stuff out?"
"Ichigo was snooping…."
"I was not! The box fell on my head."
Grimmjow grinned. "So he was snooping and I caught him and now I'm forcing him to fix it all up."
Nnoitra laughed and leaned forward to look at Ichigo. "Didn't anyone ever tell ya if yer doin' somethin' wrong, don't get caught?"
"I wasn't snooping." Ichigo grumbled.
Nnoitra ignored him and started helping with the sorting for something to do. He had done his job for the day, delivering the package, and didn't have anything else to do until later that evening. That and he had worn himself out the night before with Shinji. He just couldn't seem to get enough of that sweet, tight ass. He didn't think much about what he was doing until he saw a picture that brought back too many memories. He turned to Grimmjow and was just about to open his mouth when Ichigo's cell phone rang.
"Oh shit! I forgot to call them." Ichigo said as he jumped up to retrieve it and wandered off to the bedroom for privacy.
Nnoitra leaned over and tapped Grimmjow on the side of the head with the picture. Grimmjow glared back at him in question.
"Not that it wouldn't be funny as shit to have him see this, but ya might wanna hide that from yer bitch boy."
He tossed the picture in to Grimmjow's lap and grinned when his eyes widened and he looked over his shoulder to see if Ichigo was near.
"Shit. I forgot all about that." He mumbled, wondering if he should just pack everything up now before any other compromising pictures surfaced. It was all fine and dandy to rehash the past with Ichigo but not when it would lead to awkward questions and possible arguments. He wasn't really sure how Ichigo would react to something like this and he really didn't want to find out.
"Help me look for more before he gets back out here."
"Ichi-nii, where are you? We thought you were coming over today." Karin said the moment Ichigo answered the phone.
"I'm sorry. I got caught up doing something and lost track of time."
"If you wanna make out with your boyfriend all day that's fine but don't disappoint Yuzu." She scolded Ichigo.
"We weren't making out we were organizing things."
Karin giggled. "You didn't deny he was your boyfriend."
Ichigo blushed and shook his head. "I…."
"Whatever. When are you going to be here?"
"As soon as I can. I promise, okay?"
Ichigo hung up with his sister and returned to the living room to find Nnoitra and Grimmjow sifting through what was left of the pictures they had been sorting. They looked as if they were searching for something and didn't hear him as he approached the couch.
"What are you doing" He asked innocently.
Grimmjow's head whipped around and he set a small pile of pictures face down on the couch beside him.
"Nothing."
Ichigo frowned and leveled a steady gaze at him. "That's the same kind of nothing a child uses when he's been caught doing something bad."
Grimmjow snorted and turned back around, careful to slide the pictures under his thigh. "I don't know what yer talkin' about."
Nnoitra really wanted to see Ichigo's reaction to the pictures but he also liked having at least some kind of roof over his head. Shinji would surely be upset if he showed up on his doorstep and asked to live there. He might actually follow through with a 'no' this time. So instead of instigating a fight that was sure to entertain him he picked up the small box off the couch and tossed it in Grimmjow's lap.
"So what the fuck is that anyway?" He asked.
Grimmjow's eyes brightened and he smiled, reaching for the package and ripping the paper off. Inside was another box, this time white and plain. Inside that box was a black velvet box with gold lettering in a foreign language. Nnoitra and Ichigo both frowned at the box as it was gingerly opened to reveal three small silver discs. Nnoitra and Ichigo both leaned forward for a better look at what exactly was in the box. It was Ichigo who first recognized the lettering as English and he felt an amused smile tug his mouth. No way, he thought to himself. It can't be that.
"The fuck'er those?" Nnoitra asked, reaching for one only to have his hand knocked away by Grimmjow.
"These are one of a kind, engraved ID tags." He said, seemingly proud of that fact.
"Pfft." Ichigo covered his mouth and turned away to try and hide his mirth.
"Oh, holy fuck Grimm!" Nnoitra rolled his eyes and stood up, shaking his head all the way into the kitchen.
"What?" Grimmjow asked, pushing himself off the floor with some difficulty. Unfortunately Ichigo was turned away and didn't notice that he needed help.
"Why are you laughing?" He asked, irritated now and the dull ache in his side flaring to a quiet burn.
Ichigo shook his head and refused to uncover his mouth. He didn't trust himself to hold back the torrent of giggles that was stopped up behind his closed lips without his hand there yet. Just then Kimi jumped up on the couch and meowed at Grimmjow, drawing his attention to her little black form. He smiled and reached in the box, pulling out one of the silver discs and deftly attached it to Kimi's orange collar. Kimi shook her head and meowed again, jumping off the side of the couch and scratching irritatedly at her now heavier collar. She scampered off and Grimmjow turned back to Ichigo, a huge smile on his face. Ichigo couldn't hold back any longer and let the giggles bubble over his lips. Without thinking he took a step forward and kissed Grimmjow on the cheek, his laughter tinkling in his ear.
"I can't believe you did that." He said as his arms wrapped around his waist.
"It's not that funny." Grimmjow grumbled, reluctantly copying Ichigo's move.
"It's things like that…." Ichigo said before stopping, blushing brightly at the words he had almost said out loud.
Grimmjow pulled back. "Things like what?"
Ichigo sighed and buried his face in Grimmjow's chest. This was humiliating. Was he going to do this every time he wanted to express emotions to Grimmjow?
"It's things like that, that make me love you more." He said in a rush, his words muffled my the fabric of Grimmjow's shirt.
Grimmjow had excellent hearing. He grinned and grabbed Ichigo's butt, chuckling when he yelped and jumped. He wasn't given a chance to retaliate because an instant later Grimmjow's lips were on his, plundering and tasting; teeth tugging at his bottom lip and tongue teasing its way into his mouth. Ichigo sighed and accepted it readily, almost eagerly. Grimmjow's heart was racing, just as it had the night before when Ichigo had said those words and he suddenly wanted to rip every stitch of his clothing off and show him just how deeply he felt for him as well.
"Go to the bedroom fer that shit." Nnoitra said as he walked back in the living room before shoveling another bite of the leftovers he had taken from the refrigerator.
"Go to yer room." Grimmjow shot back, pulling a now struggling Ichigo even closer. "Ichigo and I are busy now." He dipped his head and kissed him; light, sweet, hot opened mouthed kisses that left Ichigo breathless and wondering why he was trying to get away.
"I ain't a fuckin' kid." Nnoitra grumbled.
Something clicked in Ichigo's head and he finally pushed away from Grimmjow. "I have to go see my sisters this weekend. Karin's already been yelling at me."
Grimmjow frowned. "How long."
"Just tonight. I have to work Sunday for taking last night off to be with you."
Grimmjow couldn't stop the grin at the memory. "I'll have Shawlong drive you."
Fifteen minutes later Ichigo was out the door and Grimmjow reached for the small stack of pictures he had slid between the cushions of the couch. He looked through them quickly and shook his head. He hadn't realized he had kept those after all these years. There really was no reason too. Then again, what was the point of taking pictures if you didn't keep them. The picture was of a simpler time, a short period of his life that had been nearly normal in routine and activity. Nearly, but not quite.
"I can't believe ya kept those."
"Me either. Maybe I should give these to him." He smirked, tossing the photographs on the table and sighing.
"Nah, he'd like blackmail ya or something with them."
"Tch, he doesn't hate me remember."
"I wasn't doin' anythin' wrong!" Nnoitra defended heatedly. He still didn't think he had done anything wrong and even if he had, it hadn't been worth a two year prison sentence.
"Whatever."
Grimmjow really didn't want to have this conversation with Nnoitra. He didn't see eye to eye with him about that particular subject. He sighed and made his way through the house looking for the other two cats. He had presents for them after all.
Sitting lonely on top of the stack of pictures was a picture of two young men embracing each other, thick clouds of hot air coming from parted lips as tongues swirled each other. One young man had his hand fisted in silky hair while the other pressed a hand to the middle of his chest, their thick winter coats doing nothing to impede their kiss.
"So, when will we be able to see where you're staying now, oh son of mine?" Isshin asked with a huge dorky grin that night at the dinner table.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and shrugged. He hadn't really had a chance to talk to Grimmjow about it yet but knew it was an eventuality. His two worlds would collide very soon and he didn't see it ending cleanly or quickly. As long as he could convince his father that Grimmjow was just a friend helping him out and no one said anything about his job, things should be just fine. He wasn't nearly ready to admit to anyone outside the small circle of people who knew about it already that he was dating a man. Not only dating, but in love with.
Yuzu changed the subject and the rest of the evening went by smoothly. Yuzu asked Ichigo to lay with her a while and he did so until she was asleep, tip toeing out of the room as soon as her breathing was even. She still looked tired but the look in her eyes had changed since she got back from Europe. Her eyes looked healthy for the first time in over a year. If he thought about it, everything that had happened in the last year had been because of Yuzu. Not that she had caused it, nor that it had all been bad by any means, but if Yuzu hadn't of gotten sick he would never have started dancing. If Yuzu hadn't gotten sick he would never have met Grimmjow. It made his stomach feel a bit weird when he realized he was, if even slightly, thankful for it. He shivered and walked back down the stairs.
As he settled himself on the couch downstairs his mind wandered to that morning. He had learned so much yet so little of Grimmjow's past and he was left wanting more. Like how when he had moved in with Szayel and his 'father' he, Nnoitra and Szayel had taken bets to see who was brave enough to jump off the roof in to the pool. Szayel had chickened out but Nnoitra and Grimmjow had been more than eager, resulting in two broken arms and a twisted ankle between them. Or like how when he was in college he had keyed the words faggot lover on the Dean's car after being propositioned. Ichigo hadn't even known Grimmjow had been to college. He wanted to know everything about that man, he didn't care if it was good or bad, happy or painful. He just wanted to know him. Be even closer to him. The intensity of the feeling left him dizzy and he wasn't sure he liked that or not. He'd never felt this way before.
Meanwhile Grimmjow tossed and turned on his bed, unable to sleep. Being a creature of habit it was things like this, the break up with Ichigo, the stabbing and subsequent hospitalization, the reunion with Ichigo, that irritated him. It fucked with the flow of things. The routine. When the hell would things just go smoothly for once? He sighed and grinned to himself. He'd probably go insane if things went smoothly as often as he thought he wanted them to. The chaos element was a much needed occurrence in his life. If things were too smooth, it was usually bad. Ichigo added to the chaos and he loved it. He loved him. He sighed and rolled over, flinging his arms as wide as he could and staring up at the ceiling. Yeah, he loved him, it just felt like he was going to be sick every time he thought about saying those words aloud. Again.
He scrubbed his hands over his face and closed his eyes, listening to the silence of the house. This was the first time he had slept there alone since Ichigo had left him over a month ago. He frowned and sat up, running his fingers through his hair and looking around the dark and empty room. Fuck it. He had been in there for over an hour and he was no closer to sleep than he had been when he had first lain down. Throwing the covers off himself he walked in to the living room and to his desk, flipping on the lamp and settling in behind his laptop. He was about to flip it open when he saw the message light on his cell phone blinking at him. He furrowed his brow and reached for it, a wide grin stretching his lips when he saw what it was.
A text message from Ichigo.
i cant sleep. hope i didnt wake u
Grimmjow looked at the time the message was sent as he worked to message him back. He hated text messaging. It was so frustrating hitting the right keys and he hardly understood the language. He rolled his eyes at his own thinking. It made him feel old.
still up? He typed.
The answer was almost instantaneous and he couldn't help but smile at the tiny screen on his phone.
ya. so quiet here
why dont u call me then? Grimmjow typed back.
Again the answer was almost instantaneous and his phone rang out Ichigo's tune. He let it ring for a bit before answering it, just because he could, but pressed the button right before the song was over.
"Hey." He said quietly, running his fingers through is hair and leaning back in the chair.
"Hey." Ichigo whispered back.
"Why are you whispering?"
"I don't wanna wake anyone else up. I didn't wake you up did I?"
Grimmjow shook his head. "No, I couldn't sleep either. Must not have gotten enough fruit today."
Grimmjow could almost hear Ichigo roll his eyes. "Whatever."
"How was dinner with the family?"
As they talked, inconsequential things that really could have been left unsaid, Ichigo shifted his weight uncomfortably on the couch. Hearing Grimmjow speaking was making him want to be there with him and a part of him felt bad about that. He needed to be with his family too. Grimmjow, on the other hand, was having a different dilemma. The moment Ichigo's soft voice carried over the phone it had an effect on him. Mainly in his pajama pants. As he palmed the growing hardness there he got a wicked idea and smiled accordingly.
"So yer all alone right now?" He asked, his grin apparent in his voice.
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason." He stretched and groaned into the phone. "Kinda wish you were here though. I've got a bit of a problem."
Ichigo frowned and pushed himself up off the couch a bit. "It's not your side is it? Maybe you should go take a pain pill."
"It's not my side, idiot. There's another part of me in pain."
"What?"
Grimmjow almost laughed but instead rested a hand over his eyes. "We can't do this unless you stop being so innocent."
"Do what, you said you were in pain."
"Yeah, my cock is sore."
There was a long silence and Grimmjow fought for control. He could just imagine Ichigo's face, bright red as he looked over the back of the couch to see if anyone was looking or listening in. The image in his mind was nearly identical to real life. Ichigo felt his face grow hot as he shifted his position once more.
"Wha…?"
"Too bad yer not here. You could kiss it and make it better."
"Are you trying to have phone sex with me?" Ichigo asked incredulously, more excited by the prospect than he should have been.
"Well I can't very well do that if you don't play along."
"I'm on the couch at my family's house! I can't… I can't do that."
Grimmjow snorted. "You had no problem jumping up on my bed in the hospital room and sucking my cock I don't know how many times…."
"Shh!"
"C'mon, Ichigo. My cock's all hard. Whatcha gonna do about it?"
Ichigo swallowed and again looked to see if anyone was near him. "M… maybe you should touch it." He whispered, even quieter than before.
"Mmm. That might work." He purred, leaning back in his chair and reaching into his pants. "But it's no fun doing it by myself."
"You…?"
"Touch yerself for me, Ichigo." Grimmjow's voice was low, taking on an almost hypnotic effect and Ichigo found his hand reaching into the pajama pants Grimmjow had given him.
When his own slim fingers wrapped around himself his eyes slid closed and his breath came out in a sigh. Grimmjow groaned at the sound as his own hand began to stroke his cock.
"Wh-what am I supposed to do now?" Ichigo asked.
"You could tell me what you would do if you where here." Grimmjow suggested.
"I… Well I wouldn't be doing this."
Grimmjow chuckled. "Then what would you be doing?"
"Uh… well… I would want to touch you. R-run my hands over your body while I kissed you."
"Mmm. Is that all?" Grimmjow ran his thumb over the head of his cock and bit his lip.
Feeling a little more brave about what he was doing, Ichigo continued. "I'd use my tongue to taste you. All of you. I-I'd start with your lips and work my way down your neck, letting my teeth scrape on the skin as I moved." Grimmjow smirked as Ichigo grew more bold. "Once I reached your nipple I would suck on it and bite at it before I switched to the other one. I'd trail my tongue across the muscles of your stomach, just tasting as much of you as I could."
Grimmjow continued to stroke himself, picturing Ichigo doing what he said and adding a bit of his own imagination to the mix. Ichigo's wasn't exactly the best at this but he was doing rather well for his first time.
"And then I'd take your… your cock in my mouth and suck it as hard and deep as I could." Grimmjow groaned and Ichigo barely held back his own sound when he did as he imagined Grimmjow's cock in his mouth. The hand fisted around his cock began to move faster and his tongue flicked out to his upper lip. Just picturing everything was such a turn on.
He could hear Grimmjow's breathing, hear the faint moans of pleasure that issued from his mouth. God, how he loved that sound. His cock twitched before he continued.
"I'd take it in as far as I could and swallow around it as my tongue swirled around the underside. I'd bob my head and keep sucking, using my tongue to map every inch of you."
"Oh fuck yeah." Grimmjow breathed.
"Mmn-ah. Shit." Ichigo was panting now, his hand moving quickly, all thoughts of getting caught having left his mind. "I can't take it anymore."
Grimmjow barely heard it but grinned when he said those words. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" The thought of his cock sliding into the tight ass of his was almost enough to set him off then and there.
Ichigo nodded and bit his lip. "Yesss." Without thinking he pushed a finger in his mouth and sucked on it, wetting it before spreading his legs and reaching down, placing it at his entrance. "Yes, I want you to fuck me."
Grimmjow sucked in his breath and tightened his grip on himself. "What are you going to do about it?" He asked, his voice rough with passion.
"Slip another finger inside myself." Ichigo answered before thinking it through but the sound Grimmjow made on the other end of the line was enough to make him do it.
"Oh fuck. How many do you have in there?" Grimmjow asked, picking up speed with his hand.
Ichigo grinned as he panted, spreading his legs further to get the best reach he could. "Two." He sighed as he pushed the third one in. "Ah, oh fuck yes. Yes. Three."
"Shit. Are you still stroking it?"
Ichigo whined as he struck his own prostate. "Yes. Are you?"
"Yes. Fuck yerself for me Ichigo. Fuck yerself hard."
Cradling his cell phone between his shoulder and cheek, one had moving frantically over his cock as the other impaled him in fast, deep thrusts, he nearly came from all the sensation. Grimmjow's heavy breathing and deep moans weren't helping at all.
"Shit. I'm… I'm gonna come." Ichigo groaned, his release looming over him. "Oh fuck. Fuck me, Grimmjow."
"Shit."
It was Grimmjow that came first, his low series of grunts panting into the phone as his thick seed spurted on his own belly. Hearing the sounds Ichigo wasn't far behind, his orgasm clamping around his fingers and shooting hot cum on his chest, a bit even catching him on the cheek. As they sat there, panting and trying to recover their finer motor functions, Ichigo laughed breathlessly.
"I can't believe I just did that."
Grimmjow chuckled and reached for a tissue to clean himself up, feeling delightfully relaxed and lethargic.
"I can't believe you actually fingered yerself."
Ichigo blushed and stood up to clean himself off in the kitchen. "Shut up."
"Hey, I ain't complainin'. That was fuckin' hot as hell."
Ichigo fully agreed but couldn't help feel awkward about it all now that it was over.
"So are you feeling better now?" He asked as he dried his now clean hands on the dish towel.
"Yeah. Thanks."
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Well I'm tired. I think I might actually be able to sleep now."
Grimmjow laughed and tossed the used tissue in the trash. "Me too." He licked his lips and closed his eyes once more. "I'll see ya tomorrow, Ichigo."
Ichigo smiled as he settled back on the couch, his body heavy with sleep. "Yeah. Good night, Grimmjow."
"Good night."
Once Grimmjow hung up he wobbled back to his bedroom and threw himself on the bed, asleep with a smile the minute his head hit the pillow.
A/N Yay phone sex! Hehe. I don't think I've read a fic with phone sex in it so I thought I'd give it a try. Hopefully it wasn't total lameness. Sorry it took so long to get this out. I had a bit of writer's block and then on Saturday we got hit with a 6.5 earthquake so things were a little crazy for a couple days. Everything is fine and no one got hurt, so it's all good :D Anywho, I really hope you guys liked this one!
~Penny