It didn't take long before Grimmjow's warm hand trailed it's way down Ichigo's back to his ass, grazing it momentarily then grabbing it as if it were his most prized possession. Ichigo couldn't help the soft gasp met with a moan once the other man decided to make the first move.

Ichigo pressed his hands to the man's broadly muscled chest, slightly clawing down to the ripples of his well cut abs, to the small trail of cotton candy blue hairs on his navel to the waistband of his boxers. His hands slid further down south finally finding what they were looking for; immediately he greedily fisted at the outline of his cock drawing a strange growl type noise from Grimmjow's throat. Whatever sound it could have possibly been Ichigo needed to hear it again; he reached his hand down cupping his crotch, making sure to eagerly palm at the throbbing shaft while his fingers gave his balls a few squeezes. The growl progressed into an audible hitch in his heavy breathing with a thick whisper of his name. Ichigo nearly came at the sound of his name being spoken in such a lustrous tone, but he tried not to focus on it. He wanted to make Grimmjow feel as good as possible and it seemed like he was already off to a good start.

The tables quickly turned when Ichigo's hands attempted to slip past Grimmjow's boxer's and soon enough they were gripped and pinned above either side of his head. A strangled groan left him as he was set in his place; it had been far too long since he just relinquished all his power to another and frankly he still had a little fight in him.

Ichigo's heart damn near stopped in his chest as he gazed into the deep blue eyes across from him, so much emotion reflecting from them. He didn't even notice when Grimmjow managed to press their torso's clad together until he felt the strong thumping of the other man's heart against his chest. As slow as ever Grimmjow crushed his mouth over his own and with as much as he could give back Ichigo kissed him in return. It wasn't a kiss like they shared before, this one instantly became heated as teeth clashed, tongues fought for dominance, and lips meshed in a mix of hushed groans. An intoxicating blend of faint Earl Grey, cream and something strangely addictive overcame Ichigo's mouth and with that he gave up the fight he was destined to lose. The kiss seemed eternal, as Grimmjow completely took over. His hand moved away from Ichigo's and managed to slip underneath his tank top to pluck one of his nipples, then quickly rolling the hardened bud of flesh between his fingertips.

"Hm! Nn..."

The simple sensation of Grimmjow's calloused fingers touching him so intimately was much more gratifying than he ever could let on to be. His back arched off the counter-top to his touch as the plucking and harsh rolling progressed to his other nipple. Light honey brown eyes slowly flickered open, to meet with intense predatory cobalt ones as the kiss ended with a smack. His lips felt swollen, his body was on fire, and his cock was so hard it stood hot and numb against the waistband of his underwear and his stomach. Ichigo was a proud man, and would've never begged for anything but the way his body lit up to Grimmjow's touch was definitely making him reconsider.

His arms stayed obediently above his head, while his shirt was slowly tugged over his head and lazily tossed to the floor. Grimmjow brought his mouth to Ichigo's neck kissing it gingerly, as he spoke. "You want me to stop?"

"Fuck no." Was all Ichigo could barely manage. His eyes nearly rolled closed, his arms draping over the other man's shoulders weakly hooking him close.

With a flattened tongue over a sensitive part behind Ichigo's ear, met with a hungry suckle to the shell Grimmjow spoke again, "I've played this situation in ma' head about a billion times. I'm gonna fuck ya in every damn room in this house."

His hands slipped into the perfectly messy wave's of silky azure, clenching and tangling as cool teeth sunk into his earlobe. When the lobe was released the teeth nipped down his jaw, to his neck again, then to his collar bone and finally to his nipples. He felt like he was literally going to melt, as he felt the slippery wet tongue, flatten against his nipple before teeth carefully bit into it. Ichigo's nipples hadn't been so sensitive before, but the way Grimmjow had been playing with them had definitely made them tender.

"Oh god..." Ichigo whispered out in a moan.

"Ya taste so damn good." Grimmjow spoke as he freckled kisses across his pecs to consume Ichigo's other nipple only this time flickering the tip over the bud over and over again before sucking it tightly and letting the cool air hit it as he pulled away.

"I wanna make ya mine in ev–"

Ichigo didn't need to hear another word, his balls tingled while his heart swelled in his chest. He pulled Grimmjow up to his level to catch his mouth in a deep kiss to keep him from continuing the torture he was inducing with his mouth. Before the kiss could develop into a much deeper one, Ichigo pulled away with his head lowered, then looked at Grimmjow from above his lashes.

"Baka, I've always been yours." His face flushed and his cheeks burned as he said the corniest thing that came to mind.

Ichigo kept his hands in the blue wave's weaving his finger through when slowly the mass of blue was at his waist, with hands slowly shimmying his boxerbriefs down. As his cock sprung free a groan left his throat, he definitely needed looser underwear. Grimmjow gave it a curious look before running his fingers down the length of it, and placing a soft kiss at the underside. With a moan his hips bucked to the simple touch, his fingers seeming to get lost in the forest of blue.

As much as he didn't want this to ever stop Ichigo did feel compelled to say something. "Grimmjow, a-are you sure you wanna do this? I mean you've never –"

"Just let me..." Grimmjow said his voice thick with unspoken desire.

Ichigo swallowed thickly nodding his head; it wasn't like sucking cock was rocket science. This was definitely something he had to watch Grimmjow do. Soft, full lips slowly freckled kisses up the underside of the shaft to find a precum shined head. When the head disappeared between those lips, the hands in the wild cerulean tresses flattened out to provide guidance. It wasn't too long before the head began to slowly bob up and down, taking in more of his cock with each passing moment. He couldn't keep his eyes off the blunet as he moved; his eyes closed, while his hands stroked Ichigo's sides before settling on his ass cheeks to aid in the slow thrusting. When his straight nose buried in the sunset orange pubic hairs, a soft gagging sound was heard and a wave of hot drool just enveloped over his cock as it settled in Grimmjow's throat. Ichigo's eyebrows furrowed up on his forehead, his eyes struggling to stay open especially with the misty lustrous cobalt hues staring up at him. He whimpered helplessly as Grimmjow forced Ichigo's hips to his mouth so that every inch had slowly been seated into his throat. Ichigo's eyes rolled closed as he could literally feel the ridges of his throat sliding against his head of his cock, and his tonsils sliding against the shaft. Two raw, dry fingers found their way at Ichigo's entrance and he graciously took them in but with a slight hiss. He felt Grimmjow groan against his cock, the vibration making his toes curl and his hands clench in his hair as a shudder of cry left him. When those same fingers slowly left his hole, he felt his cock slowly slip out of the hot wet cavern of his mouth. He whined completely frustrated at the fact that his aching cock was now being cooled by the ambient air, Grimmjow stood up stealing his mouth in an aggressive kiss. His hand made a fist around Ichigo's cock as he assaulted his mouth for the second time. Ichigo was putty in his hands, his body fell against Grimmjow's, his hips thrust into his hand and his mouth open as his tongue tried to catch up and meet with Grimmjow's. Ichigo almost cursed the God's themselves as the kiss was broken and the hand around his cock stroked rather quickly.

"I don't want to fuck this up by hurtin' ya. Tell me what I have to do, I can't think straight Ichi."

"Y-your fingers. Make them slick then – mmf.." With Grimmjow's two thick fingers in his mouth, he let his tongue roll around, between, underneath – essentially all over the digits getting them decently wet for their intended purpose. Once the fingers slipped past his lips a harsh thumb grazed over the slit of his precum leaking cock and, he silently mouthed the next instruction.

'Put them back in.'

Grimmjow got the message and not even a minute after, the wet digits easily slipped passed the tight ring of Ichigo's entrance, double knuckle deep. The hands that were formerly in Grimmjow's hair had fallen onto his shoulders to claw down his back in a salacious howl. It had been far too long since he felt anything inside him, so the fingers alone were a tight fit. Grimmjow let go of Ichigo's cock leaving him high and dry for the second time, but he made up for it with his blunt, inexperienced fingers that roughly scissored around inside him. Ichigo purposely arched his back to force the fingers to sink in deeper. When finally that one spot deep inside him was found and accidentally slammed into over and over again Ichigo's mouth propped open, and his knees completely gave. The blunet seemed to catch on rather quickly, as he soon pulled his fingers out and in a flash had his own boxers pooled around his ankles; Ichigo's head swam in ecstasy and he truly didn't realize what exactly was going on. His eyes opened half-lidded to watch as Grimmjow spat onto his very impressive looking cock, and evened it around to get it as slick as his fingers.

Out of the few dicks Ichigo had seen in his life, he had to admit Grimmjow's definitely took the cake. It was everything he imagined it to be; thick, veiny, graciously long, with the pale pink tip hidden away by a bit of foreskin. He had droopy heavy balls, tangled with sky-blue hairs that trailed all the way up to his navel. Grimmjow's syrupy precum spilled from the small slit of his cock for a moment Ichigo regretted not having the blunet in his mouth. That small trace of regret disappeared as the head of his cock popped inside his entrance, Ichigo writhed in his arms before impatiently, and thoughtlessly slammed his hips down bringing him nearly all the way inside. His lascivious moans and groans nearly progressed to squeals as the bundle of nerves was being perfectly rammed into. Ichigo tried to open his eyes, but each time he did he kept seeing bright white dots so the brown orbs screwed closed. All he had was the feeling of Grimmjow pounding his insides to mush, along with the sounds of their skin clapping together synchronous with the grunts leaving Grimmjow. Ichigo was sure that Grimmjow's back was torn up, but he didn't care he just never wanted this to ever stop. Selfishly, Ichigo brought his hand around to grab his cock stroking it in time with his thrusts, and as Grimmjow walked a few steps and pressed Ichigo's back against the cool chrome refrigerator, his pace picked up. Ichigo's legs stilled with a guttural garb of gibberish spilling from his throat, as Grimmjow roughly drove his hips up pressing his entire cock deep inside him. When Ichigo felt his insides being flooded with viscous, warmth that could only be Grimmjow's seed his whole body stiffened and his own seed splattered between their pressed torsos.

Ichigo hadn't felt so sexually satisfied and nearly this exhausted in his life; he pressed a very weak kiss to Grimmjow's lips only having enough energy to speak shortly and almost inaudibly.

"I love you."

His eyes didn't dare open as he quickly passed out in Grimmjow's arms, without any kind of care in the world.

"I love you too Ichigo."

Something wasn't right.

Ichigo groaned, tossed and turned, and slowly opened in his eyes to find that he was in his bed. He glanced over at his alarm clock that read four thirty-two in the morning. When he looked over to the other side of his bed, disappointment set in his stomach.

There was no way all of that was a dream.

He pulled the ghost white comforter off his nude form, a grin on his face when he realized he was stark naked. His hips rolled over to the edge of his bed and he reached down into the bottom drawer of his nightstand to grab a loose pair of gym shorts. He never really did feel comfortable naked; he pressed his feet to the ground standing up with a slight pain in his ass. He would have gone to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth if it weren't for the fact that his throat felt a bit raw, so orange juice was definitely calling his name. He would probably have tea when he headed to Orihime's, but a cold glass of citrus sounded a lot more appealing right now.

Ichigo brought his hand to his hand up into his hair, and soon enough he was scratching the bed-head mess of orange spikes with a big eye-clenching yawn. He padded into his kitchen autonomously reaching to flip the light switch on, but to his surprise it was already flipped on. When his eyes opened and settled he saw a nude, blue-haired, Adonis like man eating French vanilla ice cream straight from the carton. Shiro settled on his shoulder pawing at his jaw which prompted the blunet to offer him a few licks of the frozen cream off his spoon.

A smile spread on his lips as Grimmjow cleaned the spoon off in his mouth before scooping up another large spoonful. It wasn't until he turned around to sit the half-gallon tub of ice cream on the counter that he was facing Ichigo. Shiro hopped off his shoulder proving much more interested in the ice cream itself and stood up on his back legs with his face hidden away in the tub.

"Hey." Ichigo spoke softly crossing his arms across his chest.

"Hey yerself, whatcha doin' up?" Grimmjow said sitting his spoon in the sink, and walking over to Ichigo.

"I felt uncomfortable and couldn't stay asleep. Why are you up with my cat eating all my good ice cream?" A half playful scowl contorted his lips.

"Well uh..I couldn't sleep and I didn't wanna wake ya so I came in here." He wrapped an arm around Ichigo's back, with an ice cold hand on his spine. Ichigo stayed stationary in his spot, shivering slightly when the cool palm settled on his flesh causing it to prickle in goosebumps. "Don't tell me ya missed me."

Ichigo rolled his eyes trying to fight the blush that threatened to light up, "As if. Now, Lemme go, I came in here to get some juice, not to be harassed by you." Grimmjow gave his naturally charming, boyish grin before letting his hand slide off Ichigo's back.

After Ichigo poured himself a tall glass of orange juice he leaned against the refrigerator, with his eyes closed. With the first sip of the cool beverage comforting his throat he gave a soft sigh, memories of what they had done in that very spot just hours ago flooding his mind. With a soft tug at the front of his shorts his eyes opened once more to see Grimmjow staring at him.

"Ya okay?"

Ichigo nodded his head, finishing up the juice he had with a few gulps. "We need to talk about what happened Grimmjow."

"What about it?" He said tugging Ichigo's shorts once more, until finally the orangette pushed off the refrigerator to step closer.

"Did you, I mean – are you sure that.. like – ugh." Ichigo fumbled around trying to find the right words, the glass he held in his hand now becoming a cool compress against his forehead as his eyes clenched shut. He felt like an idiot.

Grimmjow grabbed the glass sitting it on the counter-top behind him, and caressed Ichigo's jaw with his thumb softly rubbing his reddening cheek. "Relax. Just spit it out, I ain't gonna kill ya."

Ichigo's eyes opened to meet with the inviting, bright blue ones, then he took a deep breath in order to relax. "Do you still feel the same about me, like friendship wise? Do you still want to be friends?"

Grimmjow's blue eyebrows furrowed on his forehead, and the hand on Ichigo's jaw pulled away.

Oh no.

"After what just happened you're askin' me if I still want to be your friend? Are ya fuckin' kidding me?" His tone sounded more incredulous than upset, but still Ichigo didn't like it too much.

He swallowed heavily, instantly becoming flustered once more. His shoulders slowly shrugged as Grimmjow just stared at him, awaiting an answer.

"Hell no I don't consider us friends." Grimmjow hooked an arm around his waist and looked down at him with a genuine smile. "You even said it yerself, you've always been mine."

Ichigo hooked his arm around Grimmjow's neck, and brought him down so that his mouth was over his own. Those were the exact words he really needed to hear. The around his lower back tightened drawing their bodies closer together, along with deepening the kiss. Ichigo's breathing hitched when he heard the soft groan escape from the other man.

As the kiss dissipated, Ichigo pressed his ear to Grimmjow's chest; his arms sinking to his sides hugging him. Grimmjow brought his other arm around Ichigo to embrace him just as tight, and for a few passing moments they just stood there. The soft beat of Grimmjow's heart, was a melody he knew he would never grow tired of, so he just laid there listening to the slow steady beat.

Everything was perfect until a soft plod hit the counter top, and a dripping sound met with the floor. Ichigo looked over to see Shiro, his fur sticky and clumped together by ice cream which by the way had melted and had been tipped over to spill all over his floor. The albino kitten just sat innocently on the floor continuing to lap at the spilled cream.

Grimmjow laughed softly, "Looks like we're not the only ones in need of a shower, ne?"

Ichigo couldn't stop the soft laughter that bubbled in his stomach, this was all Grimmjow's fault. "I suppose you're right, but one I'm not washing him nor am I cleaning up this mess.

When Grimmjow replied in his typical goofy manner, they began a playful banter until Shiro broke them up with soft cries to stop them from fighting. Ichigo caved picking the small ball of fur up into his arms, and all three of them made their way to the bathroom leaving the mess for later on.

To have something like this was literally everything he hoped, wanted, dreamed, prayed, and thought about practically every night since they became friends. To be captivated by someone you meet in a coffee shop is not something that happens every day. To help that same person help follow his dreams, wasn't something that happened often either. Hell, to have your straight best friend completely admit their mutual love for you, wasn't something that even happened in the most mushiest of love stories. All of that was something that happened by chance.

AN: Well? What'd you guys think of the story? I'm thinking about posting an epilogue chapter to wrap it all up, then that'll be it! Please leave some reviews, suggestions, and if you haven't favorited you should haha. Thanks for reading, all the faves, and reviews not a single one of them go un-noticed!

Until next time,

-Shawn