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35. 1:58 AM

Grimmjow flopped onto the fancy hotel bed, his hair making the multitudes of pillows beneath them damp. He sighed. He had been in Russia- fucking Russia!- for two weeks, and he knew he should have been focusing on work but there was only one thing on his mind. His lover. His incredible, beautiful young lover, who had eyes like jade and hair like jet, who was pale like the moon and lithe like a tiger, who swore he would wait for Grimmjow to come back. Who had given himself to Grimmjow for the first time when Grimmjow had been told he would have to go to Russia for a month and a half for training.

Grimmjow sighed again. Ulquiorra-God, wasn't that a beautiful name?-Ulquiorra was a student in his World Lit class, a sophomore this year, and even though Grimmjow knew it was wrong for a professor to fall in love with his student staying away had proven to be useless. Completely, miserably useless, and despite all of his efforts he had fallen hard. Their relationship had bloomed, not without its trials, and it had now been a whole two years, nearly the longest relationship Grimmjow had ever had. They had planned their summer, from lazy days to going to watch the opera (not Grimmjow's favorite, but Ulquiorra hoped to convert him) to going to Six Flags and Water World- and then Grimmjow's boss had called. Six weeks in Russia to study their language and literature, fully paid for, meals included. They had both agreed that it was an opportunity not to be missed, and they would still have half the summer to go to Six Flags.

And then- and then!- the night before Grimmjow was set to leave, Ulquiorra had gently pulled him into the room of their apartment that they had claimed as their bedroom, and Grimmjow had followed, confused. He hadn't remained so for long. Ulquiorra had given himself to Grimmjow, had given him not only his innocence, his virginity, but his promise to stay right there, waiting for him. It had been beautiful, beautiful beyond words, and heart-swelling and glorious and soul-stunning. The trust, the trust it took, and the love, had been enough to make Grimmjow dizzy. And he had vowed to himself that he wouldn't hurt Ulquiorra the way his own ex-fiancee, Aizen, had hurt him.

Grimmjow sighed again, wanting nothing more than to hear Ulquiorra's voice, feel Ulquiorra's smooth skin, hold Ulquiorra's warm body. Two of those things were impossible, but one... Grimmjow shook his head, knocking that thought out his ear. Now, no, he couldn't call. It was ten o' clock in Russia, 1:30 back home- Ulquiorra needed his sleep. He was nineteen, still just a little too young to be able to monitor himself when it came to such things, as Grimmjow could see whenever his lover had a major project coming due. Ulquiorra would get so wrapped up in what he was doing that he would simply forget to sleep, and Grimmjow knew that if they started talking even if he himself noted the time he wouldn't be able to put the phone down.

This had seemed like such an enlightening opportunity earlier. But now, now it was all Grimmjow could do not to jump on the next plane out of here and go back home. Things had changed, and- and through it all Grimmjow had been too afraid to tell Ulquiorra how much he meant to him, and Grimmjow hated himself for it. If ever there had been a time to say it, that had been it. And Grimmjow let it pass him by. He was berating himself for it, and maybe that was why he couldn't get this off of his mind. He shook his head at himself, reaching over and turning off the light. It wouldn't do anything more to think on it, except deprive him of sleep.

He pulled the plush comforter up to his waist, laying on his side like he always did. Ever since he and Ulquiorra had started sharing a bed about six months ago he had put one arm over Ulquiorra's shoulders, and he was still putting his arm out like that as if it would help him believe that he was home. He breathed out his nose and tried to get some sleep. He would need it for tomorrow; they were going to go take a little feildtrip to Portachevsky's home, and they would be gone late. Of course, there would be a three-hour bus ride to sleep on, but it didn't hurt to stock up.

He was jerked suddenly out of his slow drifting by his shrill ringtone, his phone lighting up on the bedstand. Shaking his head vigorously to help him feel more awake he grabbed it, not bothering to check caller ID. It wouldn't be someone from home at this hour. "Hello?" he said slightly groggily, holding the phone to his ear.

"Grimmjow?" a familiar voice said, and immediately Grimmjow was wide awake.

"Ulquiorra?" he said. "Baby, what are you doing up?" He was grinning widely, his chest swelling. There was something so beautiful about that voice, like a prayer had been answered.

"Oh, I-I just couldn't sleep," Ulquiorra said, and immediately Grimmjow's face fell. Ulquiorra's gorgeous voice sounded breathy and strained, and instantly Grimmjow started to think about all the things that could be wrong. He sat up.

"What is it?" he asked anxiously.

"What do you mean?" Ulquiorra asked.

"Your voice," Grimmjow said, "you're panting."

"Oh, I-I just got back from a run," Ulquiorra said. "Don't worry about it."

"You went for a run?" Grimmjow countered. "At one-thirty in the morning? What's really going on?"

"I-it's nothing, really," Ulquiorra answered, voice grainy over the distance. "You're worried over nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice." Then it clicked into some place somewhere in Grimmjow's mind, and he was shocked- along with a few other things, like aroused.

"You're jerking off right now, aren't you?" he said, amazed. "You had a wet dream, and you called me so you could masturbate to my voice."

"N-no!" Ulquiorra squeaked, "I-I just-"

"Oh, my God," Grimmjow groaned, leaning his head against the headboard, "you are. You're sitting in the dark in our apartment right now, jacking off as I talk to you." Just imagining Ulquiorra sitting there, moon on his skin, pleasuring himself as he bit his lip and held the phone to his ear, was enough to make Grimmjow's suddenly hardening cock twitch. There was a moment of silence, Grimmjow caught up in the image in his mind, in the glistening precum he could see on Ulquiorra's head, the way Ulquiorra's slim back arched, his hard nipples jutting from his-

"Grimmjow," Ulquiorra nearly whispered, "please keep talking."

Grimmjow had to work to hold back a groan. "Of course," he said. "I'll talk to you as long as you want, baby."

"God I wish you were here right now," Ulquiorra suddenly said.

"I wish I was there too," Grimmjow said. He bit his lip a moment, unsure whether to do what he was thinking of doing or not. He started in slowly, saying, "If I was there, do you know what I'd do? I would scoot up close to you and gently take you hand off of yourself and say, Here, let me do that." His own hand crept up to his chest. "And I would take my hand and follow the line of your collarbone to your sternum, and from there lay my palm flat and follow your breastbone down." He shivered as his hand touched the long scar on his chest, a particularly sensitive zone for him.

"And- and then what?" Ulquiorra asked breathily, and Grimmjow shivered again, knowing that Ulquiorra was doing what he narrated the same that he himself was.

"Then I would take one finger and trace your lower rib all the way back to your spine," he said. "I would work my way up your ribcage, tracing every last rib one by one. Then I would suddenly flick your nipple," he said, biting his lip at the pleasure-pain the action caused.

"Ah!" Ulquiorra yelped.

"And I wouldn't leave it alone," Grimmjow continued, "I would rub around on it with by thumb until it was stiff on your chest and gently pinch it, just a little. I would move to the other one then and do the same, and bury my nose in your shoulder and smell you deep, deep into my lungs. I can never, ever, ever get tired of your smell. You smell like vanilla and green tea and snowmelt, and you make me think of all the most calming things.

"And then, when you'd arch into me, I'd pull away," he said, and Ulquiorra whined. "I would lay my hands flat again and completely cover you. I'd work my way slowly, slowly...down towards your hips, and I wouldn't leave any piece of you untouched because I love the way your skin feels." He could almost feel it too, so much softer and smoother under his hand than his own skin, which was pulled taut over muscle. "I would alternate between light touches and solid touches, and trace outside your bellybutton because I think it's cute. But I wouldn't go lower yet, even if you leaned your hips towards me, because I want to make it last.

"Then I would trace the outside of your hip," he said, knowing that the area was laden with nerves. He made himself shiver. "And I'd go down the outside of your thigh, all the way to your knee, and circle one finger around your kneecap. Then I would start back up, up the inside of your thigh this time where your skin is even softer." He closed his eyes, letting himself see in his mind's eye his tan skinned hand on his lover's so-pale skin in a beautiful contrast and feeling his hand moving on himself, almost on its own. As if it were Ulquiorra's smaller, less calloused hand. "Are you wearing boxers?"

"Y-yes," Ulquiorra sad, and Grimmjow could hear that his voice was heavy with lust. Grimmjow realized he had probably never touched himself like this, and that sent thrills up his spine.

"Then I would gently hook two fingers inside your boxers," he said, "and slowly pull them down over your erection. I would let the elastic band scrape over your sensitive skin before I pulled them, finally, all the way off so I could see your most intimate places." His cock, now incredibly hard, popped out and bobbed in the still air, making him bit his lip again to keep him from hissing. Ulquiorra didn't bother, and the noise sounded heavenly. "I love seeing it, Ulquiorra, because I feel honored that you let me so close. You mean the world to me. I won't ever hurt you.

"I would tell you that, and I would kiss you deep," he said. "And I would gently take your balls in my hand, weighing them, and cup them when I was done." Ulquiorra was panting full-force now, but Grimmjow couldn't antagonize. His was the same. His own hand was so achingly hot around his heavy testes, and it was so relieving to have that touch on his neglected place after all that teasing. "I would pinch the seam very, very lightly, because I promised I won't ever hurt you, and drag my fingers all the way down." Ulquiorra groaned on the other end of the line even as Grimmjow's legs started to quake, and the sound so laden with sex coming from his lover's throat made Grimmjow pant heavier.

"Then I would leave your balls," he said, "and twirl my fingers in the curly, dark hair just above your cock, letting my knucklesjuuuuuuustbrush against it, but I wouldn't touch it, not yet." Ulquiorra whined, and Grimmjow too could feel the frustration. But he hadn't lied earlier when he said he wanted this to last, and he wanted to bring Ulquiorra to an orgasm unlike any other he'd had on top of that. "I would play with that for what would seem like an eternity...before finally letting one lone finger trail lightly up your cock."

"Haaaahhhhh," Ulquiorra panted, and Grimmjow could just see him wiggling his hips, trying to get more than that teasing touch. His own cock throbbed.

"I would swirl that one finger around your swollen head," he gasped out, the action stirring something in his stomach, "smearing the precum around. And I would bring my finger up to my lips, and I would taste it, I would taste you on my finger." He shuddered heavily as he tasted his own essence, and heard Ulquiorra moan around his own slim, artistic digit. The image of those plump lips wrapping around a finger like that...Grimmjow's arousal pulsed. "And God would I love the way you taste," he panted. "I would want more of you, so I would kiss you and let you taste your own precum.

"And while I did, would let my hand palm your erection," he continued breathlessly. "I would feel your heat seeping into my hand as I wrapped my fingers around you and hear you-"

"Aaaahhhh..." Ulquiorra moaned appreciatively, finally back to the action that had gotten him into this, and Grimmjow groaned.

"Yes, I would hear your noises, and I would just let my hand sit there for a moment because I'd want to hear more of you."

"Guh- Grimmjow," Ulquiorra gasped, pleading, and Grimmjow could see the blissfully pained expression on that beautiful face. He could see the blush, the puckered brow, the just open mouth, the closed eyes, and he saw in his mind Ulquiorra under him as he had been that incredible night. He remembered the feelings, the emotions, the sensations, the way Ulquiorra hung onto him so hard, and he shuddered.

"I know, baby," he said. "Then I would gently knead you in my hand, still not-mmmh-moving up or down but clenching a finger at a time in a ripple motion." He got another sweet groan from the other side of the telephone. "I would start slowly and speed up, speed up until I couldn't go any faster, feeling you harden in my hand and know that is was the one to do this to you. Hen I would slowly start to move my hand, so slowly, admiring the way your foreskin would fold and cover your head with every little move I'd make. Then I'd speed up, faster, ghuh, faster, until I couldn't go any faster anymore." Grimmjow's whole body was shaking now as his back arched forward. Ah, damn, that felt so good, and Ulquiorra was grunting a long, low grunt into the phone.

"And-and then," he panted, "as I'd come down this time I'd twist my fist around you, hah!"

"NNnnnggghhaaaa..." Ulquiorra moaned, mouth opening in pleasure, and in his mind Grimmjow could see the perfect pink tongue as Ulquiorra tipped his head back.

"Have you never done that before?" Grimmjow asked heavily.

"Aah, n-noooo," Ulquiorra moaned, and Grimmjow felt the coil in his stomach tighten. There was something about the way Ulquiorra was groaning, panting out an answer, that told Grimmjow that he was early lost in the pleasure, the pleasure that Grimmjow was giving him. And that was so damn erotic.

"Ah, let me show you all sorts of things tonight, okay?" he said. "Like this- if I were there right now, Ulquiorra, I would stop." There was nothing but increasing panting on the other line. "Ulquiorra, stop." Still nothing, except a low moan. Grimmjow's cock ached for touch. "You have to stop, Ulquiorra. I have."

"You're-? Ohhhh," Ulquiorra let out a low groan as he realized that Grimmjow had been touching himself as well.

"Ulquiorra," Grimmjow demanded, and he got a whimper indicating that his lover had- grudgingly- complied. "Thank you. Now, if I were there right now, I would put two fingers at the base of your cock, on the underside. You feel that little bump?"

"Y-yes," Ulquiorra panted.

"I would rub that," Grimmjow said, wincing as he did it on himself. "I'd rub my fingers around on it in circles, alternating pressure...now light...now harder...light again...hard...light-and hard..." Ulquiorra groaned again, and Grimmjow suddenly found that he couldn't breathe. His blue eyes went half-lidded. "and- and then I would pull your foreskinnnnn awa-hay from your cock s-slowly...and massage it between my fingers gently."

"Hahhnn," Ulquiorra whined.

"And then IIII'd, hah, put two fingers in-s-side your foreskin on e-either side of yooooouuu're head," Grimmjow panted, "and pull them a-apart, hng..."

"A-aaahhhh," Ulquiorra moaned, and such a sexy sound set Grimmjow aflame.

"Ah, God," he said, "I-I can't-I'd grab you a-gaaaiiin...ah, and g-give you what you nnneed, and pump you f-fast and ha-ard..." He heard Ulquiorra cry out in relief, an explosive cry, and he moaned. Oh, oh, oh he loved the feel of his hand on his own aching cock, his flesh was straining for release...shit, he could feel his heartbeat against his palm, beating in his vein. He was leaking like a rusty faucet. "T-tell me how you feel," he pleaded.

"Aaaaaeeee feel- f-feel-I-aha!" Ulquiorra shouted. "Oh, God, Grimmjow, I feel so-I feel so-"

"So?" Grimmjow asked, more air than sound.

"So hoooott..." Ulquiorra drawled, and Grimmjow moaned. He could sympathize with that- his own body was burning. His arousal was tight in his gut, and oh holy hell he was going to cum, hewasgoingtocum...

"Oh, baby," he gasped nonsensically, "oh baby baby baby, y-you're so beautiful, you're so beautiful, you're, ahhhh..."

"Gr-Grimmjow," Ulquiorra mewed, "Grimmjow..." Grimmjow threw his head back and moaned, his hips twitching as light blinded him. Oh God, oh God... He shuddered hard, feeling mutely the warmth on his hand and stomach as he shot his load. Oh, he felt so good, he felt so terribly good. His orgasm wracked his body, shaking him to the core, and even though it was over in a flash it exhausted him.

He slumped, panting hard and still clutching the phone to his ear like a lifeline. Here was relative silence for a few comfortable eternities as his own rough panting and Ulquiorra's settled down. Grimmjow swallowed thickly to return some moisture to his dry throat and said, "Did- did you cum?"

"Y-yeah," Ulquiorra said. "You...?"

"Mm-hmm," Grimmjow hummed, incredibly joyous, tired and sated. With his eyes closed, it almost felt like he was home.

"Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra's voice broke the silence. He sounded nervous. "I... I mean, I think...I..." Grimmjow knit his brow.

"What is it, baby?" he asked.

"I... I just..."

"Baby," Grimmjow said, "you can tell me." He swore he could almost hear Ulquiorra biting his cheek like he did when he was unsure.

"I..." Ulquiorra started, "I think I love you."

Grimmjow froze. His brain short-circuited, completely stunned by the confession he'd never thought to hear. "Grimmjow?" Ulquiorra asked after a moment of silence, the next time with more panic to his voice. "Grimmjow?" He sounded terrified- terrified that he'd said something that Grimmjow didn't want to hear, something that would end what they had. His fear shook Grimmjow awake.

"What time does it say on your clock?" he asked suddenly.

"1:58, Grimmjow, why-?"

"You want to remember that," Grimmjow swore. "Later you'll want to be able to tell people the exact time that I told you I love you too for the very first time." He smiled. A real smile, a gentle smile, the kind he rarely ever showed. There was half a second of silence, and then Ulquiorra began to chuckle. The chuckle turned into a little laugh. It was so happy. Grimmjow leaned back against the headboard.

He thought maybe he could be happy again.
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