A/N: I'm back! I would like to say I'm sorry for that cliffhanger, but then I'd be lying.
Happy Holidays!
Enjoy!
Crossing a line that don't exist
Feel like the drugs are sinking in
And I don't wanna sail against the wind
But I feel like your tide is pulling me in
And I'm trying to make sense of it all
Something tells me that this is right
Of all the things I could take away from this
Someone tell me, is this life?
How could I have ever been so oblivious?
All the time, you're on my mind
How could I have ever been so oblivious?
Said, could you be the one?
That God would save my life with?
Said, could you be the one?
My one and only, come here
Could you be the one?
Do you love me?
Really, tell me?
Do you love me?
-JMSN 'The One'
I'd like to say that it was easy for me to not want to punch Yylfordt in the face, but then I'd be lying.
If it wasn't for the way Starrk's face lights up like the fucking sun in his presence, my hands would be around his throat.
You're probably wondering how the incident at the door got past me, but let me explain:
After the initial shock passed, Starrk explained to Yylfordt that I was his boyfriend, and Yylfordt immediately apologized. He shamelessly admitted that he'd been hoping that Starrk was still single so that they could rekindle things.
And of course that sprung up a whole slew of new questions in my mind. Luckily, Starrk has developed a sensor for my emotions, so he began explaining right away. Apparently, Yylfordt had gone to our high school back when Starrk was a freshman, and the two of them dated for a while. Starrk, as I know, had been in a broken home for most of his life. Growing up with...Aizen...and his mother's condition, it'd be hard not to get into a little trouble. I waited until Yylfordt was gone until I asked Starrk more questions. Apparently he'd met Yylfordt in class, and soon enough he had Starrk coming to his shows. Before I got to ask further questions as to what these "shows" were, Yylfordt shows back up, trying to get Starrk to drink.
At first he protests, "I probably shouldn't. I gotta drive us home." He gestures between us.
"Oh, come on! That's never stopped you before! Remember that time we..." Yylfordt glances to me then back to Starrk. "Well, that's kind of private." He adds a mischievous chuckle at the end of his statement. "But you know which time I'm talking about."
"Man those must have been the good old days." Yylfordt shoots me a dusty glare and I just let on a small smirk of my own. Just because I won't hurt him in front of Starrk doesn't mean I'm gonna let him walk all over me.
He had his time with Starrk.
He's mine now.
Oh. I kind of sound like him now, too.
Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on him if this is how he feels most of the time.
Anyway, Yylfordt shoves a shot to Starrk's lips anyway, and I become the designated driver.
Throughout the night, I watch Starrk and Yylfordt do shots off of every flat surface they could, and, though I'm glad to see Starrk so happy, I wish he'd take it easy. I don't really know what his limit is, but I've seen him pretty hammered at school before. Like the time he tried to suck my dick in the janitor's closet. If he'd been sober, I would have been fucked because he has an unimaginable amount of strength. I'm just worried about him, that's all. And I hate to admit it, but since I've set eyes on Yylfordt, insecurity has set in like a really bad high, and I try not to look at Starrk when he's with him.
I lose track of him anyway and quickly scan the room for where he might be. I catch a glimpse of the silver bracelet he put on earlier and see him dancing in the crowd, with Yylfordt in tow right behind him.
Ah, so those are the types of shows Starrk was referring to. They're dancing together like a pair of strippers, and instead of being upset, I'm just kind of surprised. A little jealous too, I'll admit. I've never been able to dance very well...But I'd try for Starrk. It looks like Yylfordt is giving him the time of his life, and I'd love to give that to him, too. Someone elbows my arm, and I glance over to see something lit in the dark. I can't see the person who is passing it to me, but I know exactly what it is. With one more look to Starrk, I take the joint and hold it to my lips.
I need a little vaporized courage.
Starrk POV
Fuuuuuuck I haven't felt this good in a while. I'm unbelievably drunk, and I can't even remember the last time I danced like this. Everything is bright and slow and warm. And Yylfordt's here dancing with me, Blue is here too...somewhere.
I stop dancing for a moment and scan the room, looking for him. Incredibly he's on his way towards me. I grin widely and grab his arm before he's even remotely near me.
"I wan' ya ta dance wit me, babe!" I shout over the music as I pull him to me and lock my arms around his waist.
"That was the plan!" He says with a laugh before beginning to move with me. I watch as he tries to get the hang of it. It's so fuckin' cute, I love it. After a while, he really begins to get into it and I actually start to get a little turned on instead of humored. He's really trying, and really failing, but the feeling of him grinding his ass on me is overshadowing his awkward movements. He smells like someone may have spilled a drink on him, and a whole lot of weed, and it's soooo hot. Without warning, I lean over him and reach for his crotch. He swats my hand away, but I persist.
"Yerso fuckin' beautiful~" It kinda sounds like I'm complaining about it, which I kinda am. He's so damn good-looking, and it's not fair that I can't just touch him right here and now. I just wanna put my hands on him. He pushes my hand away again. "Stop," I growl as I squeeze his wrist harshly.
"That hurts, idiot."
"I don' care." He slightly turns to look at me, and I honestly don't know where this side of me is coming from either. "N-No one can see us~, so don' move, aight?"
"You're so drunk." He laughs a little as he turns around; it sounds like how an angel's would. Fuck, it's getting too hot...
I shake my head to clear it before I speak. "IknowIknowIknow." God I'm usually better at handling my liquor, but this is killing me. I reach for his pants again and he grips my hands this time. I'm starting to get angry. I grip his wrists again and look him directly in the eye and try to steady my breathing. "I..." I start a little nervously. "I jus' wanna fuck you..." I place wet and sloppy kisses up and down his neck. He tastes salty from his sweat. "I wanna go home n' fuck you really, really hard, n' I wanna make you scream, and I wan' ya to say my name, and beg me for more. I jus'...want you." I say the last part in his ear.
"Shit..." He looks up at me with his pupils blown wider than the moon, and his face all flushed, and all I want to do is shove my dick in him, in some way or another.
We hear everyone scream 'Happy New Year!' and we smash our lips together. I take this opportunity to slip my hands into the back of his pants and knead the soft mounds within. He lets out a yelp into the kiss, and I just groan. His ass is a lot fatter than I thought, and I can't wait to get him alone.
I'm so fucking drunk...
Without warning, I rip myself away from him and run. I don't know where I'm running, but I know I don't want to be responsible for splashing puke all over Yylfordt's floor. I spot a large potted plant on the balcony and make a B-line, and I reach it just before I empty all my dinner into the soft dirt. I can hear everyone stop chattering as they probably look towards me, and I feel the world start to spin as I regret shoving so much curry down my throat. I wish I wasn't such a fat ass...I gush out more and more, and when I have nothing left, I sit on the cool floor. I can't stop myself from falling over, and I fall onto someone's lap. I look up and blue swarms my vision. I smile at him, and try to pull him down for a kiss, but he just holds a bottle of water to my face and makes me drink. I didn't realize I was sweating until Yylfordt started wiping my face.
"I'm so sorry you guys..." I kind of want to cry about it, but I refuse to be that type of drunk person. "But it's just that...you're so beautiful, Blue." I start giggling uncontrollably after that, and he just shakes his head.
"Idiot."
I glance over at Yylfordt, and he's just sitting with his arms crossed. "Ah, I guess you two are pretty much perfect for each other." He sighs. "I was hoping I could win you back tonight, but I don't want to take this away from you, Coyote. You just look so damn happy." I smile wide at him then grin at Blue. He just rolls his eyes.
Later they get me to the car(which took about forty minutes), and Yylfordt asks Blue if he's okay to drive, which he should be since, somewhere in my hazy mind, I remember teaching him to drive while high. The whole ride home, I tell Blue all the things I want to do to him, things which I immediately forgot once they left my mouth. But I do know that by the time we got home his face had gone full tomato. I keep trying to undo his pants in the elevator, and I leave kisses on him as he tries to support my weight on our walk to the door. I push up against his rear and trap his wrists to the door and he turns his head to try and talk to me.
"Dude, I need to open the door. You can touch me inside, I promise." My drunk self doesn't believe him for some reason, but he eventually convinces me. As he unlocks it, I squeeze and tug on his hard-on, and he groans in frustration. As soon as I hear the door click, I shove him inside and he takes off his shirt frantically. I push him up against the door and I hook my arms under his knees and lift him up effortlessly. I smash my lips against his and he moans loudly.
After that, we hear a loud rumble and freeze. He looks over my shoulder and curses quietly, and I look to him in confusion.
"What's up?"
"Kisuke and Yoruichi are here. But they should be gone by morning."
Shit.
Well, there goes my goals of making him scream tonight.
I put him down slowly, and turn around, noticing the couple slouched together with two empty bottles of wine on the coffee table. Blue takes my face in his hands and directs my attention to him. "Starrk, I need you to make it to the room while I grab you some bread and Gatorade. Can you do that?" He whispers. I shake my head. I probably look like a lost puppy. "Shit. Okay." I drape myself behind him on his shoulders and pace around the kitchen with him, all the while giving his neck kisses as softly as I can.
"I wanna fuck you."
"Shh! I know, okay!?"
"Hurry." I pant.
"Shaddup."
"Yer ass is so squishy." When I squeeze it harshly he drops the bottle of Gatorade, but I swiftly catch it before it hits the ground.
He lets out a shaky, relieved sigh. " Let's get you to the fuckin' room."
"Heh. Fuckin' room." I cover my mouth as my shoulders quake with laughter and Blue almost punches me. Instead he just grabs my wrist and takes me to our room.
I push him onto the bed and am about to climb over him, when he suddenly stops me, "Wait!" I open my eye which is half obstructed by his hand. "Eat this." He shoves four pieces of bread my way along with the bottle of Gatorade. I shovel down the bread swiftly, and drink so fast that a lot of it dribbles down my neck. I keep my eyes on him the whole time, and I think he's getting turned on by it somehow. I attack him with half a piece of bread sticking out my mouth and he gives a sound showing his disgust, but he still doesn't stop me. When we start making out, it's sloppy and wet and gross, but it's good. The sounds he makes send tingles down my spine, and I can't wait until they reach my dick. I don't think I've ever seen Blue this needy before, but he's even more eager than I am to get his clothes off. Everything comes off, and we're rocking together in a cloud of quiet lust so we don't get caught.
"C-Condom," I breathe against his lips. He nods with a pant and reaches towards his nightstand, knocking over a lot in the process, but eventually finds his way into his drawer and pulls one out. "How long has that been waitin' there?" I ask with a laugh without breaking the kiss.
"Too long," he replies then grabs my cock, which I just noticed hasn't been hard this whole time, and begins stroking it swiftly.
"Let me..." My hand replaces his as I kiss his throat and softly bite his nipple. He lets out a delightful whine and I peck it to ease the slight pain. "Ngh." I groan as I stroke faster and squeeze myself a little tighter, impatient to get inside him. My kisses move down to his naval, and I stop for a moment to concentrate my energy on getting hard. I'm not sure if it's my nerves or how drunk I am, but I can't even get myself half hard.
It's agonizing.
A few minutes go by, and I'm still at it, panting and overworking my now sore wrist.
"Starrk?" I shut my eyes tight.
I don't listen to him because I don't want to stop.
I want to make him feel good.
I'm not giving up.
"Starrk."
No...no, no, no...This can't be happening...
"Starrk, please." I can't ignore that voice. I release my dick with a sigh and press my forehead against his stomach. He runs a hand through my hair repeatedly. "It's okay. It's okay..." I moan in frustration like a child. "We'll try again later, don't worry about it."
Fuck me.
That's just not fair.
"Sorry..." I mumble.
"Hey, I said don't worry about it." He pulls me up to him and kisses me gently. I whine lowly and fall on him, a heavy, drunk sleep creeping up on me. "I'll be right back, okay? Go to sleep, and I'll be right here next to you."
"Okay..."
He gently pushes me to his side, and I bury the left side of my face into the pillow. I watch his ass as he walks to the bathroom, and about a minute later I hear him start to pant heavily. I imagine it in my drunk mind: Him hunched over, touching himself to his thoughts of me. It still sounds so fucking hot from out here, and I wish that at least would do it for me, but instead sleep comes, and I let it take me.
This sucks.
The next morning, the first thing I hear is thumping on the inside of my own head. I keep my eyes shut as the morning light, my natural enemy, beams in through the window. I hear the low buzz of the television, and someone coughing and sniffling. I crack open my eyes to see that my head is resting in Blue's lap again, and that he is blowing his nose. There are tissues all around him, and I suddenly get defensive.
"What happened?" I ask and immediately regret it when the sound rattles around in my head. I groan and press my temples, cursing myself for being so protective.
"Nothing," he replies in a soft voice which I am thankful for. "Well, not nothing. I got sick from being out too long."
Oh yeah, I hear it in his voice. It's all raspy and nasally; kind of hot.
He blows his nose again and I sigh. "Shit. Sorry, Baby."
"Don't worry about me. How're you feeling? You were hammered last night."
"I know. I surprisingly remember." I rub my forehead. "Sorry about that, too." He shakes his head.
"It was fun, so I don't mind." He strokes my hair, and I close my eyes to enjoy it. It feels good to have a moment of peace, after all that chaos last night.
Speaking of which, I feel like I need to make that up to him.
I snake my hand under the comforter and squeeze his thigh, making him jump. I can't do much with this headache, but I will try and make him feel good. I grab his dick this time and begin stroking, eliciting a moan from him. I lean up and kiss his neck, and laugh a little when he sneezes in response. After I feel his neck getting hot, I sit up and pull the comforter down. I lean over his legs and swiftly take his cock into my mouth, giving long, drawn out sucks. I feel him grab the back of my head and unconsciously push my head down further. It hurts my whole skull, but I don't plan on giving up just yet.
"Mmph." I moan and he hisses. I'm glad he's enjoying this, but I feel like I'm dying, and it's slowly getting worse.
"You're shaking..." I hear him say behind me.
"Am I?" I respond then lick his shaft from base to tip. He groans, then leans up and pulls me to him.
"I appreciate it, really, but I don't want you to die over it. Just take this ibuprofen, please Starrk." I sigh then listen to him, and swallow the pills, chasing them with a few gulps of water. After a few minutes, my head stops spinning, and Blue taps my shoulder. "Better?"
"Yeah..." I say.
"Then let's take a shower." He smiles and I return it in agreement. I'd seen the bed when I had woken up earlier, and it was covered in bread pieces and some spots were stained blue with Gatorade. I had been a lot more hammered than I thought.
After we clean up the sheets, Blue leads me to the shower. We wait for it to get hot, then we get in. I can't stop staring at his body long enough for me to even clean myself. He spreads soap all over himself, and lathers shampoo in his hair, and I just stand there like an idiot and watch him as the water runs down my back. His hair falls over his eyes as he rinses the shampoo out, and he sweeps it away with his fingers.
As I marvel at the masterpiece that is his body, I can't help myself.
I reach out and wrap my arms around his shoulders, pressing him tightly to my body and catching him by surprise. We both stand under the spray, his bubbles washing onto me and the smell of him wafting into my nose as I bury it into his wet hair. It's still fucking unreal somehow.
"What's gotten into you lately, idiot?" He breaks the silence.
"Dunno," I reply and lean down to smell him again. "Guess I just really kinda like you."
"Yeah, no shit."
We stand there for a long time, and after a while I begin to rub small circles on his lower back before they go lower. When I gently grab his ass, he jumps, but doesn't move away from me. His breathing speeds up though, and so does mine.
I think it's because we both know we're about to have sex with each other for the first time.
For me, it's the first time whatsoever, and I don't think he knows that. Whatever, I guess.
Without warning, he attacks my lips, startling me and making me lean against the shower wall. While he's occupied, I slip two sudsy fingers into his ass, and he sighs against my lips. I start to slowly thrust them in and out, and it makes him whimper. His fingers dig into my back, and he stands on his toes to get more stimulation and bite my shoulder. I feel my cock finally awaken, and I sigh in relief that there wasn't going to be a repeat of last night. My fingers brush over his prostate and Blue gasps hard, scratching my back and pressing his crotch against mine. I don't even think about asking for a condom at this point. When I think he's had enough, I pull away my fingers and look at him. His face and neck are red both from the shower and our activities, and he looks about as ready as he'll ever be.
Fuck.
I can do this, I can do this. It'll be good.
"You look nervous," he says making me open my eyes.
I sigh. Good a time as any to tell him. "This is my first time, like ever." His eyes widen and I expect him to laugh, which I'd be fine with.
"Well, then it can't be in the shower! Let's go back to the room." He tugs my hand but I don't move. Instead I pull him back and push him up against the wall.
"Here is fine. I'm tired of waiting." He turns around to look at me.
"O-Okay. Whatever you want," he says, arousal coating his words.
I move closer to him and press my hard-on against his while placing kisses on his neck and fingering him again. He gets impatient this time and places one leg up on my waist and pulls my hips forward. I take the hint that he's over the idea of foreplay, so hold his leg up and line up with his entrance. I push forward, sliding in inch by inch; I watch as he winces and wraps his arms around my neck, but instead of making me feel bad, it gives me an ego boost. When I'm fully seated in him, we both let out a heavy sigh. I stay there for a moment as I'm caught up in how tight and warm and velvety he is inside.
"Whoa..." I breathe heavily. I hear him whine and feel him buck against me, and it snaps me out of it. "R-Right..."
I pull out slowly then swiftly thrust into his tightness again, and pleasure spikes up my back. I won't be able to stop now.
I grab his other leg and wrap them both around my waist. He locks them together and starts bucking in time with my quick movements, heavy moans escaping his mouth. I brace myself on the wall next to his head, and I grip his ass to keep him on my waist. He kisses me, and I try to angle my thrusts against his sweet spot. Once, twice.
Again.
Again.
Again.
His muffled moans get higher and higher until he breaks our kiss and just lets them out. It makes my ears tingle. Everything else, too. He throws his head back against the tiles, and I just watch his face twist in pleasure.
"Star...hah...fuuu..." He tries to speak and I smile gently at him.
"Say...my name..." I pant into his ear.
"Shit...Coyote." I moan my loudest when my name leaves his lips.
I can feel my stomach tightening, and I know I won't be lasting much longer, but I want to get him there first. I reach between us and stroke him in rhythm with my thrusts, and his eyes roll back. I use my forehead to nudge his chin out of the way and get to his neck, where I leave deep purple patches. He digs his fingers into my back and chants my name softly in my ear, and I just don't think I can fucking hold it any longer.
"Blue...Grimm...Grimm...ohhhh gonna...Gonna...c-cum..." The words bubble past my lips, and I'm sure I sound like an idiot, but I don't even care.
"Shit, me too..."
"You feel...so fucking...good, Baby..."
He releases one of his arms around my throat and grabs his weeping member, and I replace my hand on the wall, using the better leverage to angle my thrusts just right to his prostate over and over and over until...
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" I don't think I've ever heard Blue be that loud in any aspect. He bucks violently against me, and I feel warmth drip against my pelvis. I look and see my abdomen covered in white, along with his cock which he is still gripping and stroking for dear life. Blue's eyes are swirling with a haze of pleasure, and when he looks up at me, heat rushes to my cheeks and my thrusts become more sporadic. He leans up to my ear and whispers encouraging words to me about how badly he wants me to cum inside him, how he wants to feel it deep and watch my face when he does. I have never heard him talk like this. Ever.
"Fuck...I...I love you...Grimmjow..." I mumble quickly into his ear.
When I say it, I mean it with all of my heart, and every moment I've spent with him gets flashed across my eyes in an instant up until now; his wet and flushed face and beautiful body melded with mine...It's like being in heaven.
"Oh, God." Color bursts across my vision, and everything goes white for a moment as electricity shoots to every nerve in my body. I tremble against him as my cum flows into him in waves. He lets out a moan and grabs my hot face to kiss it all over, and I'm just stuck in that moment of blinding pleasure for what seems like eternity.
There couldn't be a higher point I could be than right here and right now.
After we come down, we kiss gently for a long time. He grabs a towel and we take turns wiping the cum from each others bodies. We put our towels on and he ushers me out of the bathroom and into the hallway. I push him against his door with another deep kiss and he accepts it eagerly, but goes completely still for a moment. I open my eyes and track where his are.
We both stare into the face of his old man, who is across the loft in the kitchen, stirring something in a bowl.
"Breakfast is almost ready, boys."
His voice doesn't sound threatening at all, it actually sounds inviting. But when I look at Blue, his face screams "Hell is empty," as if he's just gone there, and he's even shaking a little. Fear flows into me as well, mostly because Blue has known this guy practically his whole life, and he of all people would know when something is about to go wrong. But also because I don't think I can hold back the laughter bubbling up inside me.
I can hear everyone screaming "FINALLY EMAE TOOK YA LONG ENOUGH"
That lemon was a long, long, loooong time coming(heh) and I am so relieved it finally happened!
Hope you guys enjoyed!
~EMAE