At first the teen flinched away, while Grimmjow simply moved away to sit back in the same position he was in before and stare into his mug in contemplation.
"What was that?" Komo asked, genuinely confused by what had just happened.
"I was seeing what kissing you was like." he responded casually, putting his mug down to pull himself up and off of the bed.
"You can't just kiss me then go home." the teen stated, narrowing his gaze.
"I'm not going home." Grimmjow stated, tugging off his jacket to put it over a chair close by before turning to face Komo again and step towards him. "Well, not unless you want me to." he murmured, putting his knee on the edge of the bed on one side of Komo's leg as he pulled himself off of the ground to loom above him on the bed.
"I, uh, what are you doing?" the gaming nut asked, shuffling back against the wall as Grimmjow closed in on him to be face to face again.
"What, you're not attracted to me anymore?" he enquired, while Komo just began to blush and turn his head away with his hands up to hold Grimmjow back by the shoulders. Not that it helped much, the punk was marginally stronger than he was.
"That's not-" Komo protested, shuddering and jerking gently when Grimmjow bit his neck and then drew himself back again.
The more he did it the less Komo protested, and after some minor persuasion the brute had managed to move him to lie down on the length of the bed. Peeping up at him through one cracked open eyelid Komo could see his electric blue eyes glued to him like a hungry predator, like a true panther. He seemed to be contemplating what to do now, his mouth opening so his teeth were bared as he leaned down to nip and Komo's neck again. Half way down he stiffened and all but jumped for the ceiling when someone knocked on the door.
From outside Klara could hear a small scuffle and then a heavy thud, followed by more scuffling before Komo eventually answered the door.
"Are you alright?" Klara enquired, hitching her brow as she peered in past her brother to look at Grimmjow, who was looking back at her from the floor.
"He's painting me like one of his French girls." the punk spoke, watching her enter.
"So you've forgiven him?" the blonde enquired, ignoring him to look at her brother.
"Seems so." Komo answered, wrapping his blanket further around his hips to hide the result of Grimmjow's work.
"Dad's gone out, and I'm going out as well, so you'll only need to make dinner for yourself tonight." she uttered, but before Komo could speak the punk was already up and doing it for him.
"I'm taking him out anyway." he stated, getting his coat.
"Don't keep him out for too long then, we have college tomorrow." Klara uttered, leaving them to their own devices.
"We are?" Komo asked, knitting his brow together.
Pulling him against his chest Grimmjow muttered something and tugged the blanket out of his hand to pull over him as well.
"Your room is like a fridge." he stated, picking Komo up to drag him onto his lap once he was back on the bed.
"You said you weren't gay." the ebony haired teen spoke, attempting to escape his lap in vain.
"I decided I would give it a go." he answered, but the smaller man did not seem convinced.
"You can't just decide your gay, it doesn't work like that." Komo protested.
"I wont know unless I give it a chance." Grimmjow argued, knitting his brow together.
"And when you realise you're not gay, where does that leave me? How is that fair?" he asked, glaring.
"Okay, do it this way." the punk spoke, pulling him against his chest again. "Just continuously make out with me." the punk stated, examining Komo's bewildered expression. "Your sister's going out and your dad's gone. No one is going to walk in on us." he uttered, rubbing his back gingerly.
Holding his ground to begin with Komo slowly let his resolve slip as he leaned in to begin to kiss him, his breathing becoming heavy the longer they went. When he shuffled to be on his knees while sitting on Grimmjow's lap he could not help but gasp when he felt the punk's erection against his jeans, though the brute did not seem at all bothered by this and continued to bite at Komo's bottom lip and run his rough tongue against the gaming nerd's far smoother one.
At first he had been trying to keep his hands on Komo's shoulders but when the smaller man began to run his nails down his back and excite him he was enticed into massaging his back and stroke his waist, hips and thighs before cheekily squeezing his bum. The action in turn causing Komo to grind against him and make him feel far hotter under the collar.
Swallowing deeply in a way that made his whole Adam's apple shift Grimmjow pulled away and put his forehead onto Komo's shoulder.
"Why did you stop?" he asked, glancing at the punk's gelled blue hair.
"If we keep going I wont be able to control myself." he responded, digging his nails into the blanket that was still covering them.
"What if I don't want you to?" the teen asked, whispering it into his ear. Shuddering a little Komo nuzzled into Grimmjow when the punk dug his nails into his back and growled under his breath.
"Shit, you're driving me." he uttered through grit teeth, sliding his hand down to grind Komo against himself again. "No." he grunted, pushing Komo away from himself.
"Why not?" Komo asked, giving him a look of complete confusion.
"I remember you saying you wouldn't sleep with someone right off the bat. So I was gonna woo you, or some 'Casanova' crap like that." he explained, keeping his face hidden from sight.
"Oh." Komo uttered, rather surprised by him. "Yeah, I'd like that…" he spoke, cuddling into him.
"I need a minute though." Grimmjow groaned, pushing Komo gently to get him off of his lap so he could go to the bathroom.
"Should I get my dad's magazines?" he asked, but the punk just snorted a little out of amusement.
"If you had made that slip up from when I stayed here before I don't think I'd have bothered to ask questions." he murmured, staggering a little towards the door. His erection died the second he opened the door and saw Kenpachi looming in there though.
All blood flow just dropped to his feet the moment they made eye contact, and in seconds he was back inside the room hoping Komo wasn't going to let the behemoth kill him.
"Oh, hello Kenpachi." the ebony haired teen spoke, smiling brightly.
"I came to check on you." he uttered, stooping to stick his head in.
"I'm alright, but I'm not sure about him." he responded, glancing at Grimmjow, whose skin was pale enough to rival Ulquiorra's right now. Letting out a heavy grunt the punk twitched slightly, and watched the massive janitor pull himself back out of the doorway and disappear down the corridor again. "He's not that scary." Komo stated, watching the punk straighten up and grunt.
"I'm not scared of him." he muttered, attempting to man up before shrivelling back against a corner of the room when Kenpachi stomped past to go back down stairs.
"Totally." Komo snickered, getting off his bed to go towards the door. "Not going to the bathroom?" he asked.
"Don't need to go anymore." Grimmjow groaned, retrieving his coat.
"Then I'll go." he spoke, leaving the punk on his own to hope that Kenpachi did not come back.
Finally managing to leave the house the punk was thankful to be away from any dangerous implement that could have been thrown at him, specifically Kenpachi's fist. His line of vision constantly looking forward as he held Komo's hand and practically puffed himself up to scare off anyone that made even a remote comment on their way down the street.
"I found this place a few days ago." Grimmjow stated, pushing open the door.
"This place looks really fancy." Komo uttered with uncertainty.
"Yeah, Ulquiorra suggested it." the punk spoke, feeling slightly uncertain now.
"Can I help you?" the man at the small box asked, eyeing the pair up and down.
"Ulquiorra Cifer told me to meet him here." Grimmjow stated, watching the man shuffle uneasily now and nod.
"This way, gentlemen." he stated firmly, shooing off the guard that had come from nowhere. Sheepishly Komo just smiled at him however, and then followed Grimmjow when he was jerked forward by the punk stood behind him. He was beginning to hate guys that were taller than him.
Heading through the restaurant they soon went to an area what seemed empty, the pair peering about until they heard the familiar voice of Gwen beckon them over.
"You're just ahead of Ulquiorra." she spoke, smiling sweetly from the table she was at.
"This place is so fancy." Komo uttered, feeling far from comfortable.
"Isn't it just? I used to own a flower shop right next door to Ulquiorra's café. We ended up knocking down the wall and turning it into a restaurant." the green haired woman explained, putting down another arrangement of flowers by the window.
"How come there aren't any flowers in the main part of the building?" Grimmjow asked, examining the stargazer lilies.
"Ulq' thinks I'll end up bringing pests into the restaurant." she sighed, making sure everything was in the right place. "So I sell them as gifts for anyone who wants to give one to the person they're eating with." she explained, heading over to the table to sit down.
"Do they sell?" Komo asked.
"Yeah, but I think they would sell more if I could advertise them, or put them in more places in the shop." she grumbled, leaning her cheek onto the palm of her hand.
Examining the two men stood at the entrance to the area they were sat within Komo pouted a little, this place seemed too guarded to be a simple restaurant.
"Ulquiorra didn't seem like the kind of person to own a restaurant." the ebony haired teen uttered, looking back at Gwen.
"Oh, he owns lots of things. This restaurant is just one of them." Gwen explained. "He even owns the host club Grimmjow works for." she added, seeing a small scuffle from the door as her boyfriend entered and took his coat off. "He's here." she uttered, trying to sort herself out before he spotted her. "Afternoon Ulq'." she spoke coolly, waving at him as he came up to the table.
"Hello." Komo spoke, giving him a hesitant smile as he leaned down to let Gwen kiss his cheek.
"I'll be down once I've checked on the office upstairs. Just order me the usual, Gwen." the man stated, nodding to Komo and Grimmjow before he went through a set of doors.
Having ordered and gotten their starter Gwen continued to stare out the window at the traffic going by while the punk and gaming fanatic attempted to make small talk.
"Man you're a slow eater." he uttered, finishing the last of his before-dinner snack that Komo was barely half way through.
"You just eat too quickly." the ebony haired teen responded, rolling his orange orbs slowly. "You'll choke if you keep that up." he told him off.
"Pft, he's unlikely to choke." Gwen uttered through a small chuckle, turning her attention away from the window to look at the door. "His food's going to get cold." she murmured, stealing another fancy prawn off of his plate.
"He must be quite wealthy." Komo spoke, gaining Gwen's attention.
"You wouldn't think it. He's very careful with his money." she explained.
"Born into it, huh?" he asked, nodding a little as she nodded slightly. "You can tell if someone's born like that, or gets rich." he explained.
"Oh, how so?" Ulquiorra asked, finally appearing at the table once more.
Flinching Komo peered up at him with a look of shock and uncertainty again.
"It's just…" he stammered, ushering himself into silence.
"Ah, no. Go on, tell us." Gwen uttered, wafting her hand curiously.
"Well, when you're born rich you don't buy expensive things all the time." he spoke, making Grimmjow snort.
"What?" he asked, staring at Komo as if he had grown a second head.
"Well, it's true isn't it? If you start out poor and suddenly get a lot of money you buy everything you see, to try make yourself look richer than you really are." the ebony haired teen uttered, pouting at him slightly. "At least, that's what this millionaire on television said." he added, trying to avoid saying anything else by putting food in his mouth.
"I guess it's somewhat true." Ulquiorra uttered, glancing at Gwen having noticed a significant drop in prawns that usually littered his plate. "I'm not that wealthy however. I'm with only the money I've made through my business, I didn't want to be living off my parents miles from home." he uttered, sticking his fork through one of the prawn to check it over before eating it.
"You seem like the kind of person who would have been a lawyer." Komo commented.
"I have a PHD in law." he stated, picking up some of the salad off his plate.
Leaning in Grimmjow smirked, his blue eyes flickering at Komo.
"I have a PHD as well." he uttered, watching the ebony haired teen turn to look at him in surprise.
"You do?" he asked, eyeing him up and down with disbelief.
"Yeah, I've got a pretty huge-" he purred, before being cut off by the waitress coming over with the main course.
"A pretty huge what?" Komo enquired, turning to look at him again having thanked the waitress.
"Not at the dinner table." Ulquiorra stated, narrowing his gaze at Grimmjow.
"Yeah, yeah." the punk grumbled, digging into his food while the teen began to try cut up his steak.
Peering out the window again Gwen slowly shifted her leg backwards and began to run her foot up Ulquiorra's leg, to which he pause with his fork in his mouth and looked down past the end of the table. Grimmjow on the other hand has been sliding his hand up down a patch of bared skin at the bottom of Komo's back, making his skin crawl slightly.
"Are you enjoying the steak?" Gwen asked, peering between the pair.
"Yeah, it's really nice." the gaming nerd uttered, smiling lightly. Grimmjow on the other hand just nodded and grunted through a mouth full of food and went back to eating.
"You probably wont get to try it very often." the woman uttered, watching the goth get up to go to the bathroom. "That steak alone costs thirty." she whispered, making Grimmjow choke a little. "And the wine costs forty." she added, watching Komo gasp with awe.
"That's really expensive." he spoke.
"Yeah, Grimmjow's really spoiling you tonight." she chuckled, observing Grimmjow's pale and shocked face change to a forced smile when Komo looked at him.
Swallowing the food Grimmjow got up and took Gwen to the side, his eyebrow twitching slightly.
"I'm paying for this?" he asked, while the woman just smirked.
"Ulquiorra's still a bit miffed." she explained, while he just ran his fingers through his hair.
"I thought this was a free meal?" he enquired.
"Free? You want to show your sorry to Komo with free food?" she asked, hitching her brow.
"If I knew this would cost me this month's rent I'd have taken him to McFondles." he grunted, turning to glance at the thin teen who had finally finished the first half of his dinner.
"Because nothing says 'I'm sorry' like taking him to a greasy burger joint." Gwen uttered, frowning up at him before glancing at Ulquiorra who had come back and was now looking at the pair of them suspiciously.
"What are they doing?" he enquired, sitting down in his seat.
"I'm not sure. Grimmjow had something urgent to tell her I guess." he answered, checking out the menu. "You sell pheasant under glass here? It must be really nice if it costs fifty." the teen uttered, rather gob smacked by the prices.
"This is an expensive restaurant." the goth uttered, watching Gwen sit back down and go back to eating while the brute stiffly murmured something about needing the toilet.
Finishing their meal Komo leaned on his elbow and stared at the restroom doors vacantly, Grimmjow had been gone an awfully long time.
"You don't think he bailed after seeing how much the food was going to cost him do you?" he asked, tapping his fingers on the table.
"He's smarter than that." Ulquiorra uttered, sliding out his seat. "I'll go find him." he uttered.
"No, it's alright, I'll see if I can't find him." the teen uttered, wandering off towards the doors ad pushing himself through them.
The bathrooms were easy to find, and surprisingly spacious once he had gone inside. Tilting his head about he glanced up at the open window and knitted his brow together, it seemed a little small for the punk to have squeezed himself through but he had proven him wrong on numerous occasions. "Running away isn't fair." Komo mumbled, sliding his hand into his pocket
"I've not ran away. That starter isn't sitting well." came a weak and groaning voice, making him turn his head slightly.
"Grimmjow?" he enquired, glancing under the door at his shoes. "I was beginning to think you had ran away." the teen uttered.
"I'll be out in five minutes." the punk grumbled, cursing slightly when his stomach tightened again.
"Okay." he spoke, heading out to go back to the table.
Explaining that Grimmjow was hiding in the bathrooms without going into much detail Komo sat back down and began to look at the desserts.
"He'll be glad to know Ulquiorra was nice enough to let him off this time." Gwen uttered, who had found herself alone at the table yet again. "So he wont have to worry about paying the bill.".
"He'll be glad to know that." Komo chuckled, examining the ice-creams before shutting the pamphlet.
"Are you enjoying your evening then?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's went surprisingly well." he uttered, examining the flowers again. "I don't get why he doesn't like your flowers." he mumbled, managing to pull one out of the pot near the window. "Spray them with pesticide and it's nothing to worry about." he stated.
"I told him that, but then he said the pesticides would be worse since they could get in the food and make the customers ill." she explained, frowning a little in thought. "He worries too much, I think." she then sighed, tapping the side of her fist onto the table gently. "I can't go anywhere without someone at least four meters behind me, keeping an eye on me." she explained, glancing past Komo's shoulder to the pair of guards still stood by the walls.
"Why?" the nerd asked, turning to look over at them.
"He has this crazy idea that something might happen to me if I'm on my own." she grumbled, moving her hand up to hold her lower jaw.
"Do you ever sneak off?" he asked, hitching his brow.
"I've tried to before, which is why I now have a tracking chip in my phone." she mumbled.
Furrowing his brow Komo peered at her phone for a moment and then back to her.
"That's kind of creepy." he stated, while Gwen just chuckled a little.
"He's not as possessive as he sounds. I was the one who suggested he put the chip in my phone, so I could go out by myself without having some suited up guy or black car tailing me." she spoke, playing with the touch screen.
"Did it help?" he asked curiously.
"Well, evidently not. I'm still followed around, and he thinks he's sly about it. All my idea did was make it harder for me to hide from my guard and go missing for a little while." she grumbled.
"What about turning your phone off?" he suggested.
"He can turn my phone on somehow, he didn't tell me exactly how he does it though." she explained, turning it off to prove her point.
A few minutes later the phone then turned itself back on, lighting the screen up as she shrugged and put it into her pocket.
"I couldn't handle a possessive guy." he stated, watching Grimmjow finally come back from the bathroom looking haggard.
"I'm never eating here again." he groaned, sitting down to rub his stomach.
"I'm blaming it on your eating too fast, I had the same as you and I'm fine." Komo told him off.
Going their separate ways at the end of the evening Komo thanked Ulquiorra and Gwen and followed Grimmjow down the street.
"Have fun at the theatre." he called, smiling at them.
"I just wanna get home and sleep." the punk croaked.
"Should we part ways now then?" Komo asked, being dragged forward moments later.
"You're staying with me, remember?" he stated, leading the teen down the street.
"I am?" he asked, genuinely unsure as to when they had agreed upon this earlier.
"Yeah." the punk stated, shoving their intertwined hands into one of his pockets.
At his flat he practically kicked his shoes across the hallway, threw his coat into a heap and landed on his bed in one consecutive movement.
"My bed is so much comfier than I remember." the punk groaned, tilting his head up to examine Komo. The smaller figure had been hovering near the side of the room, not quite sure what to really do with himself until Grimmjow beckoned him over and dragged him down onto the bed to cuddle him. They did not really say anything after that, as the punk had fallen asleep almost instantly, and it was not until that next morning that Komo could feel the drooling, snoring brute begin to wake up again.
At first Grimmjow had flinched, as he had forgotten about Komo up until now, but settled soon enough and began to squeeze him into a rough hug. The innocent cuddle did not last all that long however, as Grimmjow soon enough began to slide his hands down the teen's back and pull them together.
"Morning." he grumbled, taking a moment to sniff the crook of Komo's neck.
"Morning." he responded quietly, glancing at the alarm clock. "We've only got an hour before college starts." he murmured, hearing the punk groan as he refused to get up.
"I don't know about you but I need to go." Komo uttered, attempting to squirm out of his grip only to find the punk roll him onto his back and get on top of him.
"You don't want to go though, do you?" he asked with a purr, pulling Komo's legs up so he could squeeze Grimmjow's hips with his thighs. "Not without me, anyway." he stated, kissing him on the lips for a mere second before deepening the kiss when Komo moaned in disapproval.
Sliding his hand under his shirt Grimmjow bit at Komo's neck before sliding his top off completely. Blushing the ebony haired teen shivered as the punk left a trail of kisses down his torso and stomach, his entire body then squirming when he attempted to take his jeans off.
"We wont have time to get showered and have breakfast." he protested quietly, not particularly struggling to avoid the situation.
"Fake a sickie. Who's gonna question it?" Grimmjow grumbled, dropping his jeans off the side of the bed. "We can go in at twelve." he murmured, going back to leaving small teeth marks on Komo's skin.
"This doesn't bother you?" the teen asked, biting his tongue when he felt Grimmjow nip at his hip.
"As if I like going to college." the punk muttered.
"Not that, my body." Komo stated, frowning weakly.
"Why would it bother me?" the blue haired rebel enquired, pausing to get up and loom over him again.
"Up until yesterday you were strictly into women…" the teen spoke, narrowing his gaze a little as he sat up, albeit awkwardly since his legs were up and over Grimmjow's hips.
"You have no idea how much gay porn I had to watch to get this far." the punk muttered, dragging him up onto his lap so it was more comfortable for the both of them.
Growing silent Komo simply stared at him sceptically while he examined Komo's chest.
"I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't talk to you anymore, since you were gay." Grimmjow explained, giving Komo's torso a long hard stare. "But then it pissed me off to think I wasn't going to talk to you anymore." he muttered. "I thought about how I felt… and I'm not a woman before you say anything." he grunted, turning his eyes up to glare at Komo, who gave him a look that said 'I wasn't going to say anything' in return. "I kind of enjoyed it, the cuddling crap. At least it was better than when some bimbo was clinging onto me." he spoke, talking to himself more than Komo at this point. "Don't get the wrong idea though. I still prefer women over men." he stated bluntly. "I'm only okay with you getting this close. I wont be going to any gay bars with you." he spoke, going back to running his fingers down Komo's back as the smaller man chuckled a little.
"I don't know any gay bars." he uttered, sliding one of his hands up to run it through the back of Grimmjow's hair.
"I was tempted to take you to one, but no. I will never step foot in a gay bar again." he groaned, causing Komo to blink.
"Again?" he asked, the brute had been in a gay bar before?
"I went to one to see what it was like, as part of my research a few days ago." the punk explained in a low voice. "I got hit on more than once, and I swear someone pinched my ass." he hissed, feeling near enough defiled.
"What, like this?" Komo asked, pinching his ass.
"Yeah, but see… It's okay when you do it. I'd punch any other guy in the face for even suggesting it." the punk reasoned, grabbing the nerd's boxer clad bum.
Humming in thought the ebony haired teen glanced past Grimmjow's shoulder.
"You're surprisingly controlled. I imagined you constantly trying to undress me." the teen spoke, feeling Grimmjow tut.
"You're already naked, you're just going to be in trouble when that isn't enough to keep me satisfied anymore." he commented, while Komo simply pouted.
"You aren't shirtless though." the teen uttered, tugging at the wrinkled fabric dividing them. Without needing any other reason to do so Grimmjow then took his shirt off, smirking somewhat smugly when the gaming nerd began to stroke his abs and toned stomach curiously.
"I think your happiness just went up a hundred and ten percent after seeing me without a shirt." the punk stated, while Komo shied away for a moment. "No one can resist this." he then added, flexing a little to show off.
Captivated by the whole thing Komo stroked his skin slowly, while Grimmjow hitched his brow and examined the smaller man's eager expression.
"Let's just cuddle for a bit, I can't be arsed getting up yet." he reiterated, dragging Komo down onto the bed before pulling the covers over them.
"You're going to get me in trouble. I told you I wouldn't-" the teen protested, dragged into silence by Grimmjow kissing him.
"Lunch time's a good time to go to college, alright?" he grumbled, shutting his eyes.
"Alright…" Komo sighed, resting his head on Grimmjow's arm.
"Now go to sleep, you should be enjoying this as much as I am." he murmured, nuzzling into the top of his head to sniff his hair. "There aren't many people who can get this close to me." he spoke, tickling Komo's scalp when he breathed out across his hair.
"I know." Komo murmured, sliding his hands up hold Grimmjow's shoulder blades.
It felt like a quiet 'I love you' between them, which made the pit of Komo's stomach churn as he watched Grimmjow's eyes shift underneath his eyelids from time to time.
He had not felt this happy for a while, and he was sure Grimmjow felt the same way without really saying it. Their gang only needed two people to make it work.