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Underneath It All	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4160 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 15: DON'T TELL ME, JUST SHOW ME
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XOXOXOXO
Don't tell me (tell me)
Just show me (show me)
'Cuz if ya say ya love me
When ya touch me your body should say so
Make ya scream "ohhh"
Don't ever fight the feelin' when ya feel it
I already know...
-Day 26-
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
August 2008
Ichigo smiled warmly at his friend, as Renji and Urahara stood in the open doorway saying their goodbyes. He still couldn't believe the shit the red head had gone through, but he was hell-bent on helping him through his traumatic experience in every way he could. It was amazing the way his old feelings for Renji had resurfaced so quickly and easily, however, Ichigo was aware that their friendship would have to be rebuilt from the ground up, and frankly, that was fine with him.
"So, I'll see ya, Ichigo," Renji said almost timidly, and Ichigo's grin spread.
"Yeah, see ya. Call if you need anything. And thanks a lot Urahara," he responded as the two men made their way down the hall towards the elevator. Urahara waved over his shoulder with a tired smile.
"I gotta go too, Ichi, I'm tired as hell and I ne-" Grimmjow started, but Ichigo cut across him swiftly.
"Stay."
Ichigo lowered his head but peeked through his tangerine bangs at the astonished blunet. He had been thinking about asking Grimmjow to just stay once the man had shown up in his pajamas, but the urge had increased a thousand-fold after watching his boyfriend heft a very heavy Renji as though the red head hadn't weighed an ounce. Ichigo had been extremely turned on and couldn't keep the blush from covering his face.
It all just served to bring him back to what had occurred only a few hours ago in Grimmjow's office at Las Noches. In no time at all, his mind's eye was bombarded with images of the blunet's naked torso, hardened planes of firm muscle covered by soft, tanned skin that Ichigo itched to run his hands over again. Not to mention, the man's impressive-
"What?" Grimmjow's eyes were wide with surprise. Ichigo hid his smile before lifting his head to gaze directly into sapphire-blue.
"I said to stay. Here. With me."
Grimmjow stared back at him blankly, and it made Ichigo second-guess his request. Maybe he had been too forward? He could understand if his boyfriend needed more time before taking that step, but he had to admit, it was really embarrassing putting himself out there that way, only to be rejected. Dating or not.
"I-it's ok if you don't want to, I mean, I'll understand if you're not ready for th-"
The front door slammed shut and Ichigo almost thought Grimmjow had left...until he was literally lifted by the backs of his thighs, forcing him to wrap his legs around the blue-haired man's slim waist and his arms around the man's neck to keep from losing his balance. In the next instant, his mouth had been taken hostage as Grimmjow kissed him feverishly, sending sharp bolts of electricity shooting up and down his spine.
Ichigo felt like all of his bones had melted, turned into lava and spread to the rest of his body, settling in his groin and stomach. He ran his hands up into Grimmjow's thick, soft blue hair and tugged gently, relishing the sounds coming from the bigger man as their tongues twined and caressed the other's.
Grimmjow held Ichigo up like it was nothing, and damn if that didn't turn him on even more. Ichigo pulled back from the kiss, breathing harshly, only to choke on a gasp when Grimmjow's warm lips and wet tongue made a trail down and under his chin, then down to suckle his pulse point.
"Nnng," Ichigo moaned quietly, tightening his grip on Grimmjow's incredibly soft hair.
His heart was racing, pounding at a frantic tempo and his very pores felt like simmering volcanos ready to erupt at any moment. God, he had never wanted anything or anyone as badly as he wanted-no needed-Grimmjow right that instant.
Ichigo wiggled in the man's grip, indicating he wanted to be let down, but Grimmjow growled his opposition and continued assaulting his neck. Ichigo chuckled softly, absolutely loving this aggressiveness from his blue-haired boyfriend.
"Lemme down, baka," he commanded breathlessly.
"Tch, why?"
"Because I smell like alcohol and sweat. You had a chance to wash your ass, now can I have mine?" Ichigo demanded, looking down into irritated blue eyes.
He really did need a shower. He smelled like an after-hours spot and was still wearing his clothes from the day before. If things between him and Grimmjow went where he hoped, then he at least wanted to be clean, and not feeling like a two dollar whore.
Grimmjow let him down with a reluctant, "Fine." Ichigo smiled at the petulant behavior and grabbed the man by his wrist, practically dragging him to his small bedroom. He pushed the larger man down onto his bed, where he scowled defiantly up at Ichigo.
"You can wait here," he ordered with a sly smirk as he stepped out of his jeans.
Grimmjow's eyebrows flew skyward when Ichigo wrestled the dark blue t-shirt over his head, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his white cotton boxers. Ichigo grinned wolfishly. Teasing Grimmjow was fun. Taking a deep breath and mentally exclaiming "fuck it", he pulled the underwear down past his hips and ass, letting them fall and pool around his ankles.
Peeking from the corner of his eye, Ichigo had to strangle the urge to "aww" at his boyfriend. The blunet's mouth was parted in shock, impossibly blue eyes wide as saucers, and cheeks dusted with an adorable pink tinge. Grimmjow looked like a kid with his first crush.
Ichigo sauntered to the closet, where he extracted a clean towel and simultaneously gave the blue-haired devil on his bed an enticing view of his backside. After retrieving the towel, he turned and smirked at the look on Grimmjow's face, then made his way to the bathroom, not even bothering to cover up. That'll give him something to think about.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
August 2008
For the first time in his life (that didn't involve fighting or football), Grimmjow had a nosebleed. Seriously? Seriously. He couldn't even think straight from all the blood rushing to his head and nether regions, roaring noisily in his ears. What the hell just happened?
He licked his top lip, absently registering the coppery taste of his own blood. Ichigo. Naked. Ichigo. Naked. What the fuck. His brain was literally fried, overstimulated, and completely incoherent. He wanted to make sense of what had just happened, but he was too busy clinging to the image of his orange-haired boyfriend's nudity.
Skin. All Grimmjow had seen was miles of soft-looking, honey-hued skin. And legs. Unbelievable legs toned to perfection. To think he'd had those works of art wrapped around his waist not even ten minutes ago. Grimmjow was really trying to resist the urge to pant and fucking drool like a dog, but he would admit, it was much harder than it sounded.
Ichigo was perfect. Every inch was toned and slender, not hard and cut like himself, but...softer. Grimmjow squirmed and grit his teeth painfully. Being attracted to male anatomy should have bothered him, but dammit, he was beyond embarrassment and anxiety. He just wanted to fuck Ichigo unconscious.
Speaking of which...
It was then that Grimmjow heard the shower squeak and come to life, the water sounding like rainfall. After going home for that short amount of time before he called Ichigo, all he could think of were those soft pink lips wrapped around him, and that sinful tongue swirling and caressing, bringing him to the best orgasm of his life. Jesus Christ, even now it hovered in his mind like a helicopter, taunting him.
Grimmjow wanted to finally take that last leap, hurdle his last obstacle and...possibly return the favor. Fuck, it would probably be the most mortifying thing he would do to date, simply because...he knew nothing about...shit.
Growing impatient, he stood, stripped out of his favorite pajamas, and after carefully laying them on the nightstand beside the bed, headed to the bathroom, breathing hitching every few seconds and palms sweating. He pushed the door open and steam billowed outwards, smacking him in the face, making him blink away the humidity.
Ichigo stood behind a frosted glass shower door, his silhouette outlined perfectly as his hands rubbed soap across his chest. Grimmjow licked his lips and squared his shoulders. He could do this.
He stepped forward and slowly eased the shower door open, peeking his head inside, then laughing quietly to himself at the sight of his Ichi singing to himself softly, covered head to toe in soap and shampoo. Grimmjow allowed his eyes to roam freely over that absolutely flawless body, before he stepped inside and just as quietly eased the glass door shut. Shit, he almost bumped his head against the ceiling of the small space.
As if sensing his presence, Ichigo slowly turned his head, squinted through one sepia-brown eye at him...and abruptly screamed, throwing the body wash bottle at Grimmjow's head.
Chuckling, he easily caught it and reached around the startled orange head to place the bottle back in the shower caddy. Ichigo hurriedly rinsed his hair and face, then turned to glare at Grimmjow murderously, but the deadly look turned to concern.
"What the hell happened to your nose?" he queried, cocking his head to the side as he studied Grimmjow's face.
"Nothin'," Grimmjow grumbled sullenly at the reminder of his loss of control.
He pushed Ichigo out of the way and stood under the hot spray of water, running his hand over his face to wipe away the trails of blood. Ichigo huffed indignantly, then yanked on Grimmjow's arm.
"It's MY turn, remember," Ichigo growled, trying fruitlessly to get him to move. Grimmjow grinned at his boyfriend's choice of words.
"Yeah, it is," he rumbled, backing the younger man against the shower wall.
Water cascaded down Ichigo's body, soap sliding free from his skin and Grimmjow took in the sight with relish. His bright orange hair was plastered to his head and sticking to his brow, and Ichigo made the cutest confused face ever.
Before Ichigo could question his actions, Grimmjow gripped those slender hips and pulled him closer as he let his lips settle over the smaller man's. He dominated the berry head's mouth, thrusting his tongue in and around the heated cavern. Liquid fire began running through his veins, pooling in the pit of his stomach and in his groin. His arousal pressed against Ichigo's, and Grimmjow unconsciously rolled his hips, creating a delicious amount of friction that dragged moans from the both of them.
It was different from what he was used to, of course, but no less pleasurable. In fact, if he had to choose, he would say his experiences with Ichigo topped any he'd ever had with his ex-girlfriends.
Grimmjow explored Ichigo's body thoroughly as they lazily kissed. He slid his hands up the lean stomach and chest, rubbing his palms over the hardened nipples, then traveling up the long, almost elegant neck to cup the back of it, only to do it all over again. The noises his touches pulled from Ichigo were so erotic and such a fucking turn-on.
Grimmjow pulled back and sucked his boyfriend's bottom lip into his mouth, where he nipped gently before releasing it and leaving open-mouthed kisses across the youthful jaw. Ichigo threw his head back, a loud moan echoing off the shower walls when Grimmjow made a wet trail down the left side of his neck and chest, then captured his left nipple between his lips.
He thought sucking a man's nipples would be slightly awkward or strange, but it wasn't. Besides, Grimmjow was too far gone in his lust to really give a shit about trivial things such as that. He had more important matters to deal with. After laving Ichigo's right nipple, he began a trek down the subtly toned abdomen, following the trail of fine pale orange hairs that led to...
Butterflies erupted into flight in his gut.
Grimmjow tried to overcome his sudden anxiety as he took his time kissing and nipping, licking and sucking the area right below Ichigo's navel. He chanced a glance at the orange-haired man, and their gazes locked, Ichigo's brown eyes resembling pools of melted chocolate, shining with unrestrained lust and passion. Shit.
What had once been butterflies in his belly, now morphed into screeching bats fluttering madly. So, he was nervous. That was expected. This would be his first time giving oral to a man after all.
Grimmjow lowered himself to his knees in the tiny shower and biting his lip, timidly wrapped his fingers around Ichigo's already hard length, then gave it a firm tug. His head jerked up sharply when Ichigo gasped loudly, and he sighed to himself with relief at the sight of the younger man scrunching his eyes shut and biting his bottom lip.
Back to the situation at hand.
Grimmjow didn't even feel surprised at the fact that holding Ichigo's dick in his hand was turning him the fuck on. It was one thing to jerk himself off, but to actually touch and grasp another man's equipment was an entirely surreal experience. It was brick-hard, but the skin surrounding it was incredibly soft.
Grimmjow stroked the hardened flesh and finally, after gathering every ounce of nerve in his being, leaned forward, with his eyes closed, and licked the head of Ichigo's member. What exactly it was he had been expecting, he wasn't sure, but he hadn't been prepared for the wicked jolt of pleasure that zig-zagged down his spine at the mere taste and texture of his boyfriend's dick.
Ichigo tasted like mildly salty skin with a musky undertone, and Grimmjow wanted more. He swirled his tongue around the spongy skin of the head of Ichigo's stiff arousal, then collected the small amount of pre-come leaking from the slit. His thoughts were greedy, demanding one thing...more.
Grimmjow wrapped his mouth around the entire head, suckling gently at first, then gradually adding more pressure. Ichigo's whines and whimpers went almost unnoticed as Grimmjow thoroughly lost himself to the piece of flesh before him. He started taking it into his mouth, inch by inch, until nearly the whole length disappeared.
Ichigo's hand settled in his hair, but again, it went barely noticed. Grimmjow was enthralled. He was immensely enjoying sucking Ichigo off, letting his lips drag against the saliva-coated member and letting his tongue trace every ridge and every vein. He settled into a steady rhythm, his head bobbing back and forth, and damn if his own dick wasn't screaming for attention. Every nerve and every muscle seemed to twitch with life, all of his senses on high alert.
Suddenly, Ichigo tightened his hold in his hair and Grimmjow made the mistake of looking up. Fucking hell. That kind of expression should be illegal as heroin. Ichigo had his head lowered, his brow creased in a pleasurable scowl, and teeth clenched together and slightly bared as he panted through his nose.
"Gr-Grimm-jow," his husky tone sent chills down Grimmjow's back as goosebumps erupted across his skin.
All he could do was groan in response, the ache in his groin becoming unbearable. Grimmjow sucked harder and faster, running on sheer instinct, and then...Ichigo came...hard.
Grimmjow was taken by surprise and choked slightly on the strange-tasting fluid, most of it making its way down his throat. It wasn't disgusting, but it wasn't exactly a delicacy either. After catching his breath, Grimmjow stood and glared down at Ichigo.
"Warn me next time, yeah?" he grumbled. Ichigo sheepishly peeked at him through his bangs.
"Sorry, Grimm, I think I tried." His soft baritone cracked and wavered, making Grimmjow's annoyance dissipate at the utterly sexy-not to mention cute-sight.
"Yeah, yeah," Grimmjow murmured and pulled Ichigo closer, claiming his mouth again, languidly exploring the inside with his tongue.
"Mmm," Ichigo sighed happily. Grimmjow felt proud of himself to have his boyfriend in this state.
Frankly, he was looking forward to more.
The water pelting them suddenly turned into little jets of ice making both men jump and cry out. Grimmjow hit his head on the low ceiling and cursed loudly, then slipped on a suspicious puddle of something, consequently banging his right knee against the ceramic soapdish protruding from the shower wall.
"FUCK! Lemme outta here!" he shouted, throwing the glass door open and stumbling from the confining space, Ichigo's laughter echoing behind him. "Shutup!" he snapped as he lowered the lid to the toilet, and plopped down rubbing his throbbing knee.
"Aww," the orange-haired prick cooed, stepping out of the shower easily, then wrapping his towel around his waist. "Poor baby."
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes, and before Ichigo could register what was going on, snatched the towel from around his slim waist, pulling him into his lap. Wide brown eyes stared at him in shock as Ichigo's bottom connected with his still rock-hard arousal. Well, Grimmjow certainly hadn't meant for that to happen, but since it did...
Ichigo gasped when Grimmjow rotated his hips, rubbing against the berry head's surprisingly soft rear. Interesting. He did it again, and this time Ichigo moaned helplessly, arching his back and gripping Grimmjow's knees. Oh shit.
Grimmjow-still clutching the towel-swung Ichigo up into his arms bridal style as he stood and left the rapidly cooling bathroom. He wasted no time placing the orange head down on the bed, and settling himself on top of him. Things had taken a turn for the very serious, both of them not saying a word as Ichigo spread his legs and wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck. The kiss that followed seemed to portray a wide range of emotions other than the lust flowing between them. It made the atmosphere thick, passion hanging on every little movement.
Ichigo's hand was back in Grimmjow's hair, and in this position, Grimmjow let his hand slide down the slender man's side, over his hip, and down his thigh, where he reached around the back of it and massaged the skin right above the inside of his knee.
Grimmjow couldn't breathe; everything had suddenly closed in on him, heightening his senses, making him completely aware of what was about to happen. Ichigo moaned and whimpered, writhing almost desperately underneath him as his fingers tangled and twisted in Grimmjow's hair.
Shit, the moment of truth was upon him.
Grimmjow pulled back from the kiss and gazed down at his boyfriend's desire-laden brown eyes, lazily considering him. His chest suddenly tightened, and his stomach clenched almost painfully.
What was that?
Gulping in breaths of air, he wondered how he was going to ask Ichigo if he had lubrication because he'd left his at home. Fortunately, Ichigo took the initiative and cupped Grimmjow's cheek.
"You sure?" he asked shyly, and Grimmjow grinned saucily, all apprehension nearly gone as he lowered his forehead to meet Ichigo's.
"Yeah. I want ya."
Ichigo's blush deepened as he sat up, and reached towards the nightstand drawer, rifling through it impatiently. Grimmjow noticed the smaller man's hand shaking almost uncontrollably, and realized that this moment was equally big for the both of them, albeit for different reasons.
Finally, Ichigo retrieved a medium-sized bottle of strawberry-scented lube. He slammed the drawer shut and turned back to Grimmjow, handing him the bottle. Grimmjow felt his eyes widen. Shit. Ok. What did Yor tell him? Oh...yeah. The finger thing.
Grimmjow held the bottle in his hand, unaware of the look of amusement on Ichigo's face, since he was in the midst of a full-blown panic attack. It felt like shards of ice were being dumped down his back while his throat clogged with fear. It was how he felt in high school right before a big game, only a million times worse.
He sat up and rolled to the side of the bed, clutching the bottle like a life-line, as he tried to calm his heart rate and keep from hyperventilating. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he reacting like a frightened virgin at the most crucial moment?
Grimmjow vaguely felt the bed shift and heard the sheets rustle as Ichigo knelt beside him. He was ashamed of himself, mortified beyond belief; he couldn't even look his boyfriend in the face. Just then, he felt a hand on his back and involuntarily stiffened.
"If you're not ready, we don't have to do it, Grimm," Ichigo said softly.
Grimmjow felt like shit. God, he wanted to do it, he wanted to do it so badly, but he was afraid. He was afraid of doing the wrong thing and making a fool of himself. He was afraid of Ichigo not liking it, or worse yet, him hurting Ichigo. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if that happened.
Ichigo was rubbing his back when a thought suddenly occurred to him. Yor had told him to do what felt natural, and push come to shove, he could always ask Ichigo for some assistance. Grimmjow bit his lip and forcefully swallowed his pride, as he turned to face his soon-to-be-lover's concerned gaze.
"I don't know what the fuck I'm doin', Ichi," he muttered. Ichigo arched a brow and smirked slyly.
"No shit." Grimmjow growled and narrowed his eyes menacingly.
"Shu-"
"BUT...I already knew that. We just gotta do this together, hell, that's what I'm here for. I wouldn't just let you do all the work, ya know," Ichigo explained.
By the end of his little speech, Grimmjow was fully erect again and pushing Ichigo backwards against the mattress as he attacked his neck with renewed vigor. His Ichi had said precisely what he needed to hear, and now as he still gripped the bottle of lube tightly, the atmosphere was back at fever-pitch.
Grimmjow moaned and sighed when Ichigo reached down between their bodies, and grasped his achingly hard member. He lifted his head from Ichigo's neck and gave him a chaste kiss on his delectable lips before pulling back to gaze nervously at him.
"S-so just..." Grimmjow let his voice trail off, hoping Ichigo would get his meaning. Fortunately, he did because he nodded with a patient smile.
Grimmjow popped the top to the bottle of lube, and accidentally poured too much on the fingers of his right hand. He felt his face get hot, knowing for sure that he was blushing, but again Ichigo saved him by cradling his face in his hands, and bringing him down for a deep kiss.
Grimmjow realized that his dick could get no harder, and just as he felt like he would lose his mind, Ichigo pulled back and spoke, mouth only millimeters from his own. "Start with one."
Grimmjow nodded, and gathered his wits enough to search for Ichigo's entrance. Once he found it, oddly enough, he didn't feel so nervous anymore. He probed gently, keeping his eyes locked on the younger man's, and at the subtle nod from the orange head, added increasing pressure, until his finger slipped past the initial tightness to settle inside the hot passage.
"Ungh," Ichigo sighed.
Grimmjow sucked in an excited breath. Holy fucking shit. He had never felt anything that tight in his life. Suddenly, he was all too anxious to bury himself where his finger currently worked in and out. He tentatively added another finger, marveling at the way Ichigo's insides practically sucked the digits deeper within. Not to mention, the quiet moans that the smaller man was emitting nearly drove him past the brink of insanity.
He was up to his knuckle with his ring finger, stretching the tight canal, off in his own world, when Ichigo jerked and cried out loudly. Grimmjow snapped out of his musings to focus on his berry head's flushed face, as he gasped and panted. What the hell?
"Please! Grimm, please!" Ichigo yelped, arching his back. Eyes wide, Grimmjow peered down at his boyfriend.
"Please what?" he asked, genuinely confused, but Ichigo cleared that right up.
"Fuck me! B-baka yarou!"
Grimmjow couldn't hide his grin as he withdrew his fingers, then remembered Bandana Boy's comment about "greasing the lightning rod". So, he added more lube to his palm and generously coated his straining erection, then guided it to Ichigo's entrance.
"Tell me if I hurt ya," he mumbled.
"Grimm, I swear to god, if you don't shut the fuck up, I'll kill you!" Ichigo snapped, nut-brown eyes sparkling and fiery.
Stunned at his boyfriend's behavior, Grimmjow slowly pushed forward, sinking deeper and deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. Resting his weight on his arms, he squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth.
What? Just what? Oh god of everything holy!
Tight. Tight, tight, tight. Ichigo was tighter than any woman he'd ever been with, and...good lord, he couldn't fucking breathe. Where had his air supply gone?
"Oh god, Grimm," Ichigo moaned, clinging to his shoulders and shifting his hips impatiently. "Move."
Grimmjow growled as he pulled back, then thrust forward deeply. Heat flared and erupted everywhere when he started up a steady rhythm. The bedsprings creaked noisily, and the headboard threatened to crash through the wall as he rocked in and out of Ichigo's tight heat.
Sweat formed across Grimmjow's brow as he picked up the pace, his arms trembling from the intense pleasure coursing through him. Ichigo wrapped his incredibly long legs around his waist, and Grimmjow lowered himself enough to bury his face in the smaller man's neck, groaning helplessly. It felt so fucking good.
"Yes...yes...ahhh...r-right there," Ichigo whimpered.
Grimmjow turned his head to kiss him, panting harshly with every thrust, as the berry head let his hands roam across Grimmjow's back. The kiss was sloppy, but utterly erotic and completely sexy.
God, he was gonna come. Ichigo was so hot, so tight, shit, so wet. Grimmjow's chest tightened as he gazed into those passion-filled brown eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Their sweat-slicked bodies came together noisily, slapping sharply, adding to the symphony the bed and Ichigo created.
Grimmjow raised himself back up and began pounding into Ichigo with abandon, grunting and scowling as he felt his release coming soon. Suddenly, the orange-head arched his back wantonly, raking his nails down Grimmjow's back as he shouted his orgasm.
"Ahh! Grimm-jow! Fuck!"
Grimmjow's climax was ripped from him when Ichigo's insides clenched, then spasmed uncontrollably, milking him dry.
"Haaaahhh!" was all he managed in his euphoric state.
Fireworks exploded behind his shut lids and his entire body trembled, his arms no longer able to hold him up, so he lowered himself on top of Ichigo, nuzzling the younger man's neck. Ichigo petted his hair, stroking the hairs at the nape of his neck as he sighed contentedly.
Grimmjow could only try to catch his runaway breath, but his thoughts were also moving at a mile a minute. That had been the best thing he'd ever done sexually, and he was so far beyond sated, it wasn't even funny. He didn't want to move...ever.
He turned his head to see Ichigo smiling softly, and again, his chest tightened and his stomach clenched, then filled with butterflies. He didn't understand why he kept having those feelings, those sensations, but he knew he was the happiest whenever he was with Ichigo, and what they had just shared, only cemented that realization. Grimmjow kissed his boyfriend's cheek, and was stunned by Ichigo's softly uttered statement.
"I love you."
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