Wee short chapter, just to finish off tonight. Was going to keep going till a certain event, but it ended nicely here, well or not - you'll see what i mean when you've read it.

More guesses to make me giggle, and yes, Ichi would make a fucking sexy stripper.

Someone suspects Aizen of being nasty, i mean how could you! He's such a good guy after all, lol.

#sigh# it's been a long day and i'm now tired. And since it's technically saturday, and i started working on this story at nine thirty yesterday morning, i have had a very unproductive day, or an incredible productive one, depending on your point of view - which do you think my husband will see...

Chapter 5

Grimmjow tried very hard to pay attention in Chemistry, he really did, taking notes and everything but he knew he'd missed bits and would regret it at homework time later. His thoughts sat with an inked up guy three classrooms away, fantasies of running his tongue along the black lines. A deep blush tinted his cheeks, making him realise that he was officially attracted to guys. He still felt something when he looked at Orihime's boobs, but the six pack in his mind did more for him.

The bell rang, and he was the first out of his seat, sending a quick goodbye to his teacher before he left, seeing Nnoitra standing outside his class, talking to Ulquiorra in the corridor. He only had a minute before he had to head to his next class, geography, and he wanted to see Ichigo before he went. Plus he could walk with Ulquiorra to class this way.

"Hey, where is Ichigo?" He tried to sound cool, not sure if he managed judging by Nnoitra's smirk. The taller man jerked his head towards the closed door, signalling that he'd been asked to stay behind again. "Is he struggling in class or something?"

Nnoitra shrugged, shaking his head. "Hell no, he's been helping me the past couple of days. Kid must have no life between working out and studying."

"He's got a job as well, don't know what though."

"Bet he works in a gym, that way he gets free access to their kit and classes." Nnoitra did like to speculate.

The door opened, revealing a furious orange haired boy, but Grimmjow grabbed him, pulling him close. "Hey, what's up?" Grimmjow saw Ulquiorra's raised eyebrow at the physical contact.

Ichigo allowed himself a moment of comfort before he pushed Grimmjow's hands away gently. "Nothing, he's just a bastard. Got to help him with a project to make up my grade, apparently I won't pass the course otherwise."

Grimmjow frowned, knowing the other was pressed for time as it was; the chances of Grimmjow seeing him at all were reduced if the other was involved in a project after school or at lunchtimes. "Fuck him, come on, let's get to class." Ichigo had a small smile on his face at the other's annoyance, appreciating the back up.

His frown didn't go far however, hovering around his face as he split off for his computing science class as the others headed to their social subjects, Nnoitra having history while the other two studied maps and cloud structures. Ichigo had promised to see him at the end of the school day before he headed home and was meeting them at the stairwell in an hour.

And it was a long hour, the content of a cloud not being the most stimulating subject after all. He'd thought Geography was about learning new places and cool information, but they rarely spoke about any country but their own, focusing on land sediment and farming rotations. Why the hell would all kids need to learn field rotations?

Ichigo was leaning against the wall, watching the kids go down the stairs, joining the masses as Grimmjow appeared, walking by his side as they turned to go down the next flight. Neither boy was ready for a public display, like holding hands or something but the closeness made them smile, grabbing glances at each other now and then. Nnoitra was walking behind them, rolling his eyes at their actions, one part disgusted at the fluffiness, another glad his friends were happy. When he thought about his own attraction to the orange haired kid, that second part shrunk a bit more. He knew he was a bit too snarky for the waspish boy though, and even though the sex would have been amazing, it would not have ended well.

Ichigo said his goodbyes at the gate, heading in the opposite direction to the other boys, glancing over his shoulder a couple of times before he turned out of sight.

"Grimm and Ichi, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Nnoitra was stupidly loud, grinning widely as the other's face showed his fury.

Grimmjow choked it back, smirking at his friend at the moment. "Well at least I got a kiss, and that tongue bar does amazing things in my mouth." Nnoitra shut up after that and Grimmjow changed the conversation to the up-coming game at the weekend. Grimmjow was wondering if Ichigo would come and watch him, the thought double edged as it could be too big a distraction on the night. There was the winter dance as well the next weekend; really a disco but who would buy a ticket that said that. He'd not want to go as a couple, well not publicly, but it would give them a chance to hang out, plus Grimm would get to see him in street clothes. He wondered if he should buy a ticket for the other, to make it a date. It would be what he'd do for a girl so he guessed he should, wondering if he should broach the subject with Nnoitra, or if that would just give the other license to tease him some more. He wished he had other gay friends for a moment, to help him through this phase. He guessed he could speak to Shinji; his team had supported the boy in his recovery, the basketball team taking a strong stand against the homophobic violence, but he didn't feel that close to the boy.

Back at his house, Nnoitra flipping him off as he disappeared to his own, Grimmjow flopped onto his bed, closing his eyes as his aching muscles reminded him of the punishment he'd gone through in PE. Zaraki had to be a sadist; no one enjoyed torture that much if they were normal. The torture only continued in the shower room, Ichigo peeling off that skin tight top to reveal his sexy body, the black lines of ink in his skin making it more enticing. He wished he'd traced the lines more, maybe pulled the other into a shower cubicle with him, using the noise of the water to hide any noise they might make. Grimmjow considered his body, and whether he'd suit some tattoos, maybe down his arm or over his broad shoulders. They sounded painful though but he was tough enough to endure it if it would turn Ichigo on.

Thoughts flew through his head; the little he knew about making love to a man covered the mechanics, it not being different to a woman except for the lack of lubrication but how the relationship worked was a mystery to him. Did someone play the woman? As in the other would hold doors for them and take care of them, and buy them pretty things or was it a mutual thing? He guessed he'd figure it out, and if things were as tight as Nnoitra said, he was sure he'd get over his insecurities quickly enough.

He stopped that thought, realising he wanted more from his new partner than just a fuck buddy; he wanted to spend time with him, chat to him. He pulled his phone from his pocket, flicking it open before he pulled up his contacts, finding the one he'd made for Ichigo at lunchtime and opening the message function, flicking a quick message to the other.

-Hey Ichi, was thinking about you. What you up to tonight?

He lay back, knowing it could be a while before the other answered. His phone buzzed a moment later though, and he pulled open the reply.

-Hey to you too. I'm working tonight, been called in cause of someone is off sick. Need to go finish getting ready. Can you hold me up in PE tomorrow please?

Grimmjow smirked at the text, knowing the other would be tired. Over the lunches they had shared, he had gather the boy worked weekends, but obviously this was an emergency and Ichigo expected he'd be tired tomorrow, and probably sore after the circuit training earlier and working all evening. Grimmjow hadn't managed to figure out what he did, figuring it must be a restaurant or something if he was working this late. He couldn't be manning a bar at his age and there wasn't much else open till late at night. He flicked a quick good luck text, saying he'd see the other at the gate in the morning before he put his phone down, stripping out of his uniform before getting changed. He had about an hour until dinner and put it to finishing his homework, struggling through the Chemistry stuff due to his less than perfect notes. He'd have to go and speak to Mr Ichimaru the next day, hoping he could help him since the work wasn't due in till Monday.

Math and English were finished by the time dinner was called, the assigned problems and text being easy enough and Grimmjow headed down, Nel joining him on the stairs. "Wonder what the step-monster has for us tonight."

"Nel, just don't alright. I get it, you don't like her but she's my mum. I don't bitch about your lazy ass dad." Grimmjow walked ahead of her, aware of the daggers he was getting towards his back. He entered the dining room, the graceful chandelier above the long mahogany table. It could sit twelve but only one end had place settings and Grimmjow took his seat, on the right of the head of the table, one place to his right. He wished for a moment that Lilynette was a bit quicker and had sat next to him, but he knew she'd sit next to her boss, Starrk sitting across from Grimmjow. Grimmjow's mother sat at the head of the table every night, Starrk never challenging her for the position. The tall blond woman was still dressed in her figure hugging grey suit, her hair perfectly quaffed and her makeup immaculate. Lilynette sat looking at her plate; the other woman tolerated in the house and made welcome enough since she dealt with all of Starrk's nonsense.

Lilynette helped Grimmjow's mother carry the plates through, serving Grimmjow first, then herself and Lilynette, leaving Nel and Starrk till last. It was little things like that which fuelled Nel's hatred, getting served last when it should be ladies first. Dinner was quiet, each person regarding their plate more than attempting any conversation. Grimmjow wondered if he'd ever invite Ichigo to dinner, the eyeliner and ear tunnel would make a conversation starter anyway.

"Grimmjow, I heard the new kid in your year got into trouble at lunch. What happened?" Nel probably should have waited till after dinner and the boy's mother not present but she didn't know if her brother would be going out.

"Yeah, mum do you remember the kid Ichigo when I was six? His parents died in a car accident and he moved away?"

"Why would I remember some little boy in your class eleven years ago?" Well that kind of destroyed that conversation.

"Well, some of the football guys were picking on him; my team backed me up as I stopped it. The guy's alright. He might be round at some point."

"Tonight?" Sophia Jeaggerjackes did not look pleased.

"No, I meant he might come round at some point, we're friends."

"Is he anything like that crass Gilga?"

"No, he's quiet."

"And super hot." Nel couldn't help herself.

Sophia raised her perfectly shaped brow. "Well I would like to know when he'll be coming round, I don't want a house full of teenagers, quiet ones or not."

Grimmjow just acquiesced, finishing up his plate before excusing himself and returning to his room. He was just setting up his PlayStation for a multiway game with Nnoitra when Nel came in the room, making Grimmjow sent a quick message to his friend to let him know he wouldn't be on right away.

"Any particular reason you had to bring up Ichigo at dinner?" Grimmjow glanced at his sister, surprised to see her so cocky looking.

"Aren't you glad I didn't mention how you saved little Ichigo, or how you held him afterwards. You were a bit stupid to do that in front of Choe, it'll be all over the school by tomorrow if Vega's got anything to do with it." Nel sat down on his bed next to him laying back and looking up at his ceiling. Grimmjow removed his headset, rolling his eyes at the other.

"Yeah well, I put my arm round the kid cause he was shaking, nothing more."

"And after, I don't believe it stayed innocent especially after you lost the spectator."

"Yeah well I believe that is none of your business."

"Is he a good kisser?"

"Fucking amazing." Grimmjow sent her a smirk, giving her a quick wink before he returned to his game, Nel rolling over to her stomach to watch. She jumped as the zombies leapt out at the screen, yelping each time and making Grimmjow laugh. "Just keep that to yourself though, don't think mum is ready for me dating a guy."

"Oh don't worry Grimm; I'll guard your closet door."

iiiiiiiii

Friday, the best day of the school week. An early finish meant the students had the afternoon to themselves, most of the clubs and teams taking the opportunity to practice when the school was open and it was daylight outside. The basketball team was no different, Grimmjow drilling his team relentlessly for two hours before having a five a side game, him being ref to observe their moves.

His body was still a bit sore after circuit training, the exercises changing from the day before but were no less gruelling. His poor partner was exhausted, and had struggled round, keeping up but not over performing like the last day. Grimmjow guessed the rate had decreased for them all, every one of them feeling the burn from the day before.

Ichigo had sat with him as they had a quick bite to eat, Grimmjow having brought a packed lunch knowing the canteen would be shut and he'd be staying late. He forced a half sandwich on the other, Ichigo totally refusing to take any more, surprised that the other hadn't brought anything. He guessed he didn't eat lunch normally, and was returning to that now Nnoitra was off the hook. Ichigo had been due at Aizen's catch up project half an hour after the end of day bell rang, and he left Grimmjow after pulling him into an alcove by the lockers, no one in the hall. The pair had exchanged a brief, but passionate kiss, Grimmjow pulling the other towards him, long arms around his waist as Ichigo's long fingers sank into the blue strands, holding his head at the angle that gave him most access. Breaking it off after seconds, both wanting more, they left with a brief touch of fingers, Grimmjow grabbing his kit bag from his locker as Ichigo turned towards the science labs.

After practice Grimmjow returned to his shower fantasy, cleaning himself as he imagined a soaped up orange haired man with him in the cubicle. He wondered what his cock was like, was it long or thick, what did it feel like to touch another guy's junk? What if he hurt him by accident! He also though of oral sex, knowing he wanted to experience that tongue ring running up his shaft, but what if he couldn't return the favour, what would it taste like?

He finished his shower last, throwing his towel around his waist as he headed to his gym locker, struggling into his clothes, leaving the shirt untucked and his tie off. He put his blazer on, only because it was cold outside, leaving the changing room to find his partner. Nnoitra had said he'd make his own way home, not wanting to watch the boys make out.

Ichigo wasn't at the lockers, or still in the science classroom, Mr Ichimaru saying that Aizen had left about twenty minutes ago. He'd wished the blue haired boy a good weekend, Grimmjow forgetting he was supposed to ask the man for help with his homework due to his worry about Ichigo. The football team would be just finishing up their practice as well, only coming into the changing room after the basketball team had vacated. That meant Vega and his thugs could be wandering the school, if they'd skipped a shower.

He quickly checked the senior toilet, just in case before he pulled his phone out. He hit dial, thinking he should have done this first and waited for the other to pick up.

The voice on the end sounded a bit thick but Grimmjow wasn't sure if it was just the signal or not. "Hey Ichi, where are you? Couldn't find you after practice, did your project go alright?" See he could be cool; he didn't want to come off as a controlling type guy.

"Eh, no it's going to be harder than I thought. Listen I'm almost home, I'm not going to be able to do this."

"Do what? You need to go just now? Cool, text me later ok, you can tell me all about it."

"No I can't, I'm working again tonight. But I meant us, I can't do us just now, I've got too much on. I'm sorry." He hung up.

Grimmjow stared at his phone, not processing the information at first. He tried to call the other back but it went straight to the answering machine, Ichigo's voice inviting him to leave a message. "Hey, look I'm not trying to pressure you into anything. I'll be here if you want to talk, even if it's late after you finish tonight. Just call me, please?"

Please review, as you can see it makes me work hard. Three chapters in one day - and i'm not working tomorrow either...