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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 17: SO EFFIN SEXY
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach...or the songs mentioned. LoL. Duh.
Onwards...
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
November 2008
Renji feared he was losing his damned mind. The entire day he'd done nothing but think about that dark-haired DJ. Shuuhei. He remembered Grimmjow saying his name the night before, and it stuck in his mind, repeating itself constantly. He had never seen a guy quite as attractive as the Las Noches DJ, and truth be told, he really wanted to get to know him. He briefly wondered if Shuuhei rolled that way. Ah well, he'd just have to find out.
His therapy session had been cancelled due to a family emergency on Unohana-san's end, so he was able to go and pick out a new outfit for the party that evening. Renji cringed in embarrassment as he stepped from his shower. He was being such a fucking girl. Going out and buying new clothes? Actually trying to impress someone? And a guy, at that?
Shit.
He wrapped a large, fluffy, black towel around his waist and strolled into his bedroom. His outfit lay across his bed, brand new and still smelling like the store he'd purchased it from. It had been a really long time since Renji had felt the need to give a fuck about his wardrobe, and he knew it would certainly come as a surprise to Ichigo. He chuckled at the thought of the strawberry's reaction to his meticulously groomed appearance.
Feeling unusually silly, he walked over to his stereo, slipped in a CD and smiled at the song bleeding through the speakers. Cranking the volume up, he began two-stepping around his room as he got dressed.
Pimp juice (whoooo-ooooo-hooo)
I think I need to let her loose
Let her loose (let her loose)
She only want me for my pimp juice
Not my pimp juice, I'm talkin' her pimp juice
I think I need to cut her loose
Yes I do (yes, I do)
Lifting his hand as if he were holding a microphone, he clenched his eyes shut and imitated the voice crooning the lyrics. Renji danced his way to his dresser, withdrawing a pair of black boxer briefs and black ankle socks, before dancing his way back to his bed. He cocked his head to the right, contemplating his outfit.
It consisted of: a black, form-fitting t-shirt, stone-washed gray jeans, a black and gray plaid scarf, and fresh black and gray Nike Air Force One sneakers. Carefully removing the tags from the clothing, then lacing his sneakers to fit comfortably and loosely, Renji started to dress, still singing and absently nodding his head.
He was, strangely, in a good mood. For the past few months, things had been looking up for him, and although it all still felt surreal and odd, it made him happier than he'd ever been in his life. He had started taking courses at Karakura University for Sports Therapy, since he'd always loved basketball, but after injuring his knee, his future had been derailed. So, in order to still be somewhat involved with the sport he loved, he'd decided a career in helping injured athletes was right up his alley.
He also had a job working evenings at a popular bookstore/cafe. It was boring as fuck, but the pay was good and it kept him occupied. His boss, Jyuushiro Ukitake, was handsome for an older guy, but always seemed to be sick. It was strange. He was either always sneezing or coughing lightly. Other than that, the man was great to work for; he had a really kind soul.
Renji smiled as he pulled his sneakers on and strolled over to the large mirror on his dresser. Turning first to the right, then to the left, he nodded, satisfied with his appearance. He'd decided to fore-go his usual ponytail, letting the bright red locks spill across his shoulders and down his back. He sprayed on a light body mist that was a mixture of coconut and lime, grabbed his gray hoodie, keys and wallet, then left his apartment feeling light as a feather.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
November 2008
Ichigo just knew he was fucking drooling.
When Grimmjow had informed him of his decision to "come out" to everyone about his love of most things American Urban, Ichigo hadn't thought twice about it, but now? Holy shit.
He was standing in his living room - having just admitted Grimmjow into the apartment - gaping openly at his boyfriend. Ichigo thought he himself was fairly good-looking in his brown, form-fitting v-neck t-shirt, tan hoodie, tan and denim stone-washed jeans, and brown high-top Converse sneakers, BUT...he had shit-for-all on Grimmjow.
His blue-haired boyfriend was currently dressed in a form-fitting, royal-blue and white, plaid, thin flannel, long-sleeved button-up shirt that was rolled and pinned to the elbows, exposing the tanned skin of his forearms. The first three buttons were left undone, revealing a peek at the top of his chiseled chest. Light-blue jeans with a black belt, and a pair of Space Jam Jordans nearly completed the look. Now, Ichigo said nearly because Grimmjow was wearing something he'd never seen him wear before, and although out of the ordinary, it was completely sexy, making heat smolder from beneath his clothes.
Grimmjow wore a black New Era fitted cap over his electric blue hair. The brim was white, and the American New York Yankees baseball team symbol, situated on the front of the cap, was royal-blue. The brim was tilted upwards slightly, revealing his bangs and arched brow.
"Yo, Ichi, ya good?" he asked with a smug grin. Bastard.
Ichigo shook his head a bit as if to clear it, "Shutup. I'm not used to seeing you like this," he mumbled stupidly.
Grimmjow frowned as he shifted his weight to his right side, "Is that good er bad?"
"Definitely good."
Ichigo sidled up to his boyfriend, tugged on the collar of his shirt to bring him down to eye level and kissed him. Grimmjow grinned against his lips before slipping his arms around Ichigo's waist and prying his mouth open. As soon as the taller man thrust his tongue into his mouth, he melted, sagging against him and wanting nothing more than to strip the man and have his way with him.
Ichigo moaned as the blunet's scent assaulted him, the musky cologne and fresh laundry smell soothing him, as well as turning him on. Grimmjow tightened his grip on Ichigo's waist, pulling him closer until there was no more space between them, and aggressively explored his mouth. He nibbled Ichigo's bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth, then finally releasing it and pulling back from the kiss. Ichigo grunted at the loss of contact, scowling as Grimmjow smiled down at him.
"If we keep this up, we won't make it to the club," he growled, making Ichigo moan softly at his tone. Fucking prick.
"Tease," Ichigo muttered.
Grimmjow grinned devilishly, making alarms shriek in Ichigo's mind, before his boyfriend suddenly licked him sloppily from his chin to the bridge of his nose, then quickly danced out of reach when Ichigo swiped at him.
"ARRRGGHH, GROSS! GRIMM, WHAT THE FUCK!" he bellowed as Grimmjow laughed hysterically.
"Ahh! Ichi, your face was classic!"
"Tch, c'mon, you fuckin' juvenile."
Fuming, Ichigo flicked the lights off as they left the apartment, then headed for the elevators. Grimmjow used the time they were waiting for the elevator to drape an arm across his shoulders, and press an apologetic kiss to his temple. Ichigo could never stay mad at the idiot.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
Las Noches Pre-Thanksgiving Day Party
November 2008
Grimmjow felt like a brand new man as he and Ichigo stepped inside the vibrating club, the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and mingled perfumes and colognes washing over him. He was so fucking excited! He seriously felt like a kid on Christmas Eve.
He had already decided to broadcast the side of him he'd kept hidden for so long, and tonight was his "debut" in a way. Grimmjow spotted Stark, Hirako, Yor and Bandana Boy at the bar and absently wondered where his Pop was. Shrugging it off, he glanced towards the raised DJ booth, connecting gazes with Shuuhei. The dark-haired male gave a secretive smirk, which Grimmjow returned.
He and Shuuhei had been meeting in private, practicing and making certain preparations for that very evening, and Grimmjow had been pleasantly surprised at the DJ's talent in areas aside from mixing and working turntables. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, then slipping into a quick two-step as he rubbed his hands together, Grimmjow made his way to the bar, his sexy ass orange-haired boyfriend at his side.
Grimmjow had to admit that Ichigo looked damn good in earthy tones like brown and tan. It reminded him of the current season - autumn. Along with his hair, Ichigo resembled a warm sunset, or a pile of leaves falling from trees that were preparing for the upcoming winter. Absolutely beautiful.
Suddenly, Shuuhei switched tracks, and made Grimmjow's entire being light up as the music wrapped around him like gauze bandages.
Everywhere I go I'm
Dressed up when I go out
I got lots of problems
Lemme show you how I showout
Showout, showout, showout
All I do is showout
Inhale the kush
Then I blow out
Grimmjow almost lost his cool, and had to forcefully make himself calm down. He didn't want to ruin the surprise he had planned for later. Ichigo chuckled, drawing his attention, and when he glanced down at his boyfriend, nut-brown eyes shone back at him, amusement twinkling in their depths.
"What's funny?" he grumbled, making Ichigo arch an orange brow.
"You. You look like a coke head in the land of blow."
"Shutup."
"Aww, c'mon Grimm, it's cute!"
Grimmjow jerked the smaller man to him by the collar, eyes narrowed, as he pressed their noses together, "Oi, I ain't cute. Sexy? Hot? Yeah. Cute? Hell no," he growled dangerously.
Ichigo's eyes gleamed devilishly as he pressed closer, "You're fuckin' cute," he murmured before suddenly licking him, chin to nose.
"Little bastard!" Grimmjow yelped, swinging his arm out to try to catch the younger man, but Ichigo dodged him quickly. "I'm only gonna get ya later!"
Ichigo plopped into a seat beside Hirako, using the slim blond to fend Grimmjow off. Hirako just grinned slyly, "Play nice, children," he teased.
Stark glanced at them, yawning loudly, "Yo, Grimm, Ichigo."
Grimmjow arched a brow and shook his head as he seated himself beside the drowsy brunet. How the hell could someone be so lazy? So tired all the time? The club was noisier than a plane crash, yet his friend managed to still look sleepy.
"Stark, why the fuck are ya always tired?" Grimmjow inquired, drawing the attention of Hirako, Ichigo, Yor and Bandana Boy. Stark shrugged with a small smirk.
"Shinji."
Hirako turned an alarming shade of red as everyone chortled at his expense. The blond immediately began bickering with Stark, who efficiently shut him up with an aggressive lip-lock. Ichigo wolf-whistled while Bandana Boy snapped, "Get a fuckin' room!"
"Where's Pop?" Grimmjow asked, turning towards Yor.
"In the office, I'm assuming. Your accountant is here," the solemn, green-eyed man answered.
Grimmjow's eyes widened in shock, "Nel? She usually comes during the day, though."
"I like parties too!" a light, feminine voice chirped from behind him. He turned, smiling brightly.
"Oi, Nel! Good to see ya again!"
"Of course, Grimmy-chan! When Alric told me about the party, I had to come! You're like my nephew!" she bubbled. Grimmjow on the other hand cringed while his face burned.
"Nel, please stop callin' me that. I ain't a kid anymore," he grumbled.
Nel pouted and folded her arms across her ample breasts, "You'll always be my little nephew, Grimmy-chan."
Grimmjow heard Ichigo snort into his drink, and knew for a fact that Nel had just condemned him to at least a week's worth of teasing...if not more. Before he could respond to the buxom green-haired woman, his Pop approached, greeting him the way only he could.
"Gaki, late again?"
Grimmjow sighed and rolled his eyes, "Well, it wasn't 'cuz a'that this time. I actually had some things to do."
"Ichigo, that true?" Alric asked, deep voice easily carrying over the music.
Grimmjow watched Ichigo give a dramatic sigh, "Sadly, yes. It's true."
"Wow, thems the breaks, ne?" Yumi added from behind the bar.
Ichigo had his mouth ready to reply when a low whistle from Nel cut across him. Her attention was focused towards the open club doors, and when he turned to see what had her so enchanted, his eyes nearly fell out of his head in shock.
Pineapple?
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
Las Noches Pre-Thanksgiving Day Party
November 2008
Shuuhei loved his job at Las Noches. The boss was cool as hell, and the overall atmosphere was just laid back and fun. When he'd applied for the position as the house DJ, he had been expecting a flamboyantly gay owner that would probably try to hit on him at the first presented opportunity. So, you could imagine his surprise to see a blue-haired giant of a man sitting behind a large mahogany desk.
The man had introduced himself as Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. He was extremely handsome and had a gruffly blunt personality. He had gone on to explain to Shuuhei what he was looking for in a DJ, and once all the cards had been placed on the table, Shuuhei assured him that he was the man for the job.
Grimmjow had a secret addiction to American Urban music, and so did he. He felt like it was perfect. He'd brought in one of his mix CDs that he'd used at parties before, and watched with amusement as Grimmjow nearly melted in his large leather desk chair. After hearing only three cuts, the blunet had damn near vaulted from his seat to shake hands with him, enthusiastically claiming that Shuuhei was the official house DJ of Las Noches.
Shuuhei had smiled, returned the vigorous hand shake and thanked him for the job. After he'd left the club, he had gone home to surprise his boyfriend, Kensei, with the news, only to find said boyfriend hip-deep in some blond guy. At first glance, Shuuhei had thought the guy was a chick with long, wavy blond hair, but upon closer inspection, realized it was a really feminine-looking man. Still didn't make the betrayal any less painful.
He and Kensei had been together for three years. Shuuhei thought that they had been happy, so, Kensei's cheating had come as a side-swipe, leaving him slightly dazed and depressed for weeks. Grimmjow had become a sort of confidant for him, listening to his rants whenever they managed to be at Las Noches together before the club opened. He could honestly say that the blue-haired man was, not only his boss, but also his friend.
Shuuhei remembered being slightly nervous when Grimmjow had approached him, demanding he spill what was bothering him. He knew the man's friends were gay and that was the reason he opened up a gay club to begin with, but Shuuhei was unsure of how Grimmjow would personally act towards his situation. Before he even had a chance to respond, his boss's orange-haired boyfriend appeared, kissing and hugging him. Hell, he had thought the man was straight.
Finally, he'd broken down and explained his breakup, Grimmjow giving him surprisingly good advice in the process. After that, he'd eased from his slump and began enjoying life again. His nights at Las Noches were incredibly entertaining and interesting. You see all sorts of people coming to party.
Then, last night, Shuuhei had approached Grimmjow to say his goodbyes, like usual, and had seen a really attractive red head. Bright red hair, actually. It suited the guy. He hadn't really got a chance to get a good look at him, but he seemed to be friends with Ichigo, Grimmjow's boyfriend.
Which brought him to the present. It was the night of the pre-Thanksgiving Day party. Grimmjow was revealing his "other" side (it always made him laugh to see the big blue-haired man so excited about that kind of music and dancing), and he'd recruited Shuuhei to help him do so. In order for that to work, he'd had to make a mix CD with the necessary songs. That was cool. It would give him a chance to mingle and hang with the boss and his friends. They all seemed like a cool bunch. Besides, he was secretly hoping Ichigo's red-haired friend would show up again.
He adjusted, with one hand, his high-quality, Bose headphones, the bend connecting the earpieces hanging along the nape of his neck, while he scratched the intro to the next track, an oldie but goodie, J'Kwon's "Tipsy". That song always turned the clubgoers into dancing maniacs.
His booth was lit by an eerie kind of blacklight that turned his all-white, form-fitting, v-neck t-shirt into a neon purplish kind of glow. His black jeans set off his black and white belt, while his black on white Pro-Keds sneakers completed the simple look. Grimmjow had told him to wear a hat for what they had planned, and at the moment, the black and white New Era fitted cap rested beside his turntables.
Every now and then, Shuuhei would glance over at Grimmjow and his group waiting for the man's signal, and the last time he had done so, he'd noticed that everyone's attention was focused towards the entrance. Curious, he took a glimpse at what was holding everyone captive, and promptly gasped.
Holy shit. It was him. The red head.
He looked completely different wearing gray and black, but the outfit definitely suited him, not to mention, fit him like a second skin. Then there was his hair.
Christ Almighty.
It was long. At least down to right beneath his shoulder blades, and it flowed like spun silk, the bright-red color shining under the club lights. Shuuhei couldn't see everything in detail the way he really wanted to, but from what he could see, he was fucking beautiful.
He had to meet him. Now. Before anyone else tried to stake their claim to him.
Shuuhei plucked the mix CD he had prepared for the evening from his binder-styled CD case, slipped it into the player, and after scratching into the intro, he grabbed his hat and made his way towards the bar. He gently pushed past the mass of inebriated, swaying bodies until he emerged from the dance floor and in front of the lit bar. Yumi and Ikkaku were pretty busy, but still managed to make serving the frenzied patrons look effortless.
Shuuhei felt his heart skip a beat as he approached Grimmjow's group of friends, where the gorgeous red head stood, bickering lightly with the blue-haired man. His voice was deep, kind of gruff, but altogether sexy. Ichigo spotted him first, a sly smile creasing his features. The orange-haired man tapped the red head on the arm, drawing his attention, then stated loudly as Shuuhei got close enough to be able to smell the exotic scent emanating from said red head, "Renji, this is the DJ, Shuuhei Hisagi."
Renji. What a lovely name.
Renji turned, surprise shining in his russett-colored eyes as he stared back at Shuuhei. Shuuhei felt his throat clog, and his chest tighten. This guy was absolutely perfect. Intricate tattoos started with his eyebrows and wound their way down the sides of his neck, disappearing beneath his black t-shirt. His reddish-brown eyes were expressive, his nose was straight, and his lips were full, almost pouty.
And he was built like an athlete, slightly taller than himself. Renji probably stood around 6'1", 6'2", while Shuuhei was around 5'11", almost 6' even. Not only was Renji tall, he was muscular, as was obvious by his sinewy arms. His black t-shirt clung alluringly to what appeared to be washboard abs and a broad chest.
Shuuhei inwardly groaned, wanting nothing more than to run his hands all over the man. Renji's scent was intoxicating and exotic, reminding him of an island breeze in the summer.
Finally coming to his senses, he stuck his hand out towards the tall red head and smiled amiably.
"Nice to meet you, Renji."
Shuuhei would swear he saw Renji shudder slightly before he grasped his hand and shook, "Yeah, same here."
What an interesting night this would be.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
Las Noches Pre-Thanksgiving Day Party
November 2008
Renji was absolutely fucking speechless.
No sooner had he wondered why the dark-haired DJ wasn't stationed at his booth, the man appeared behind him, eyeing him like he was a carnivore and Renji was a large, juicy steak. Had his fucking toes curling and everything.
He was taller than the guy, but Shuuhei made up for the scant few inches with lean, but solid muscle. There was no way Renji could accurately depict the way this man affected him. It was almost scary.
They'd ended up seated beside each other at the bar in companionable silence, until Shuuhei finally spoke, his deep voice playing Renji's spine like a metal triangle.
"How do I get to know you better, Renji?"
If it wouldn't have caused him abject shame in front of Grimmjow and Ichigo, he would've fainted in the midst of an epic nosebleed.
What the hell?
"Uh, erm, I suppose...I don't really know," he huffed in frustration, "I'm...wait...why would ya wanna do that?"
Was Shuuhei...saying...what he thought he was saying?
Apparently he was, because Shuuhei gave him a sinful smirk before replying, "Well, this is a gay bar. I guess I just assumed. Am I wrong?"
Renji shook his head almost eagerly, inwardly chastising himself for being such a woman. Shuuhei's devilish smirk widened as he leaned towards him. Heat flared in the pit of his stomach when the raven-haired DJ entered his personal bubble, coal-colored eyes gleaming with mischief.
"So, Renji, how do I get to know you?" Shuuhei murmured.
"The normal way, I guess..." Renji's voice trailed off as he wished desperately that the floor would open up and swallow him whole.
Had he really just said that?
"The normal way?" Shuuhei asked with a quirked, dark eyebrow.
Yeah, he had. How lame!
Renji cringed in embarrassment, as he tried to figure out a way to redeem himself from this utterly mortifying situation. Deciding a drink was definitely in order, he turned to Ikkaku, who was grinning with amusement. H-had he heard that?
"Whataya need, Renji?" his bald friend asked.
"Grey Goose and cranberry," he muttered. Ikkaku nodded and busied himself mixing the alcohol. He slowly turned back to Shuuhei, who was idly sipping a bright-pink drink. What the hell? "What the heck is that," he blurted.
Shuuhei grinned, showing pearly-white teeth as he leaned towards Renji again, "X-Rated."
Renji felt his face flush as he inwardly whined like a trapped dog. Oi, oi, oi. The man was certainly trying to either send him into cardiac arrest or give him a stroke. Either way, he would die.
Just then, Ikkaku placed his drink in front of him, and Renji had to strangle the urge to toss the entire thing back in one gulp.
Fuck.
And damn, did Shuuhei smell wonderful, like oranges and testosterone. Heady and potent. It made Renji damn near swoon, and definitely created a hell of a lot of tension in his pants.
"Ya got a phone?" he grunted, face burning as Shuuhei arched a brow at him.
"Yeah, I got a phone."
"Can I see it?"
Shuuhei tugged a purple cell phone from his back pocket and handed it over. Renji quickly entered his number and saved it, then handed it back. Shuuhei chuckled, the sound making Renji vibrate like a washer during the rinse cycle.
"That was different," he stated, those dark eyes boring into Renji's own.
"Eh-heh," Renji laughed, nervously pushing a hand through his hair, "sorry, I'm still kinda new to this whole thing."
Shuuhei cocked his head to the side, giving him a genuine smile, albeit a small one, "That's cool, Renji. We'll start small and work our way up, ok?"
Renji gaped at the man, completely stupefied and his heart stuttering in his chest. Shaking the cobwebs from his brain, he managed to nod dumbly, then turned away and took a hefty gulp of his drink. Coughing as the alcohol burned his throat, he wanted to die when Shuuhei again chuckled, but politely patted him on the back. The spot where his hand had connected seemed to sting like a paper cut, as blood rushed to his groin.
Holy shit.
Suddenly, Grimmjow was standing next to Shuuhei, an amused gleam in his ocean-blue eyes. What was with the kitty-cat? Kitty-cat fit the large blunet because of his feral grins and downright predatory aura, not to mention, he reminded Renji of a large cat, like a leopard, or better yet, a panther.
At the moment, Grimmjow was having a quiet conversation with Shuuhei, who was in the process of downing his drink and rising from his seat at the bar.
What was going on? Did Shuuhei have to go back to work?
Before he could question anything, Shuuhei was leaning towards him, his mouth aimed for Renji's ear, "We'll talk more later," he rumbled, before gently squeezing his shoulder and walking off behind Grimmjow.
Suddenly, Yumi, Ikkaku's boyfriend was speaking from the microphone located at the DJ booth, "Ok, all you dancers, could you please make some room for two very special people?" The crowd paused in their uniform swaying, as the music was momentarily lowered to allow Yumi more control.
"That's right, I need you to make some space in the middle of the floor there - yeah, just like that!" Yumi's cheerful voice echoed through the club over the patrons' murmurings, "We've got a surprise for you tonight! The owner and DJ are going to perform for you, one song only, but it should be good! You excited? I know I am!"
The crowd cheered drunkenly, some whistling, others downright screaming. Renji just knew his face displayed his confusion, but apparently, he wasn't the only one. All of Grimmjow's friends were baffled and it showed; even the blunet's father wore a curious expression.
Renji moved beside Ichigo, who was watching the two men with wide eyes, "Perform what, Ichigo?" he whispered.
"No idea," his orange-haired friend breathed.
Grimmjow and Shuuhei wore nearly identical hats and had just lowered them over their brows when Yumi cranked the music back up. The two men were positioned beside each other, and Renji finally realized that they were about to dance.
Damn, he felt dumb.
A hypnotic, head-nodding beat started up, and Shuuhei was the first to start moving, throwing his leg up and to the side slightly before bringing it down and moving both legs simutaneously. Renji gasped excitedly when he recognized the dance.
Holy fucking shit!
Teach me how to Dougie
Teach me, teach me how to Dougie (Dougie)
Teach me how to Dougie
Teach me, teach me how to Dougie (Dougie)
All my bitches love me
All my, all my bitches love me (love me)
All my bitches love me
You ain't fuckin' wit' mah Dougie
Renji, being a fan of American Urban dances, knew the dances the two men were accurately and impressively nailing. "The Dougie" and "Jerkin'" were widely popular and sexy as hell if done correctly and well, and he would be the first to say that the two men in the middle of the dance floor were lightyears beyond sexy at the moment.
Jaws were on the floor as everyone watched Grimmjow and Shuuhei moving fluidly together. Shinji yelled and was instantly on his feet, cheering madly, followed swiftly by Nnoitra, Alric and some green-haired woman. Stark and Ulquiorra were on their feet as well, but more reserved, although their eyes were shiny with excitement.
Ikkaku was grinning widely as he continued to fix drinks, and Ichigo...haha. Ichigo was rooted to the spot, eyes the size of saucers and mouth hanging open. Guess he didn't know Grimmjow was capable of dancing like that. Shuuhei was a surprise as well, although he was more mysterious than his blue-haired boss.
The club became deafening with cheers when Shuuhei purposely knocked Grimmjow's hat from his head, only for the taller man to catch it behind his back and do an intricate move with his arms before replacing it. It was obvious the two men were having a lot of fun and it was so fucking hot to watch.
Finally, the song ended and Grimmjow and Shuuhei left the dancefloor amidst thunderous applause and cheers. Patrons assaulted them with pats on the back and handshakes as they strode back to the bar. They were instantly smothered with praise, and just when Renji was starting to feel like an outsider, Shuuhei appeared before him, smiling devilishly, coal-colored eyes gleaming brightly.
"That was hot," Renji blurted, blushing furiously once he realized what he'd said.
Shuuhei only stepped closer, then leaned forward, "Thank you, but I think you're hotter," he murmured in Renji's ear, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Hoo, boy...
You can google Grimm's sneakers (Space Jam Jordans), as well as his and Shuuhei's hats. Fitted caps are hats without the snap adjustment in the back. You can also youtube the dances (The Dougie; Jerkin') and here's a list of the songs I used this chapter:
Pimp Juice-Nelly
Showout-Roscoe Dash
Tipsy-J'Kwon
Teach Me How to Dougie-Cali Swag District
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