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Addicted to the Lifeguard	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3586 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 2
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XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow grit his teeth in displeasure. What the fuck was wrong with these people? He was so fucking grateful there were only fifteen minutes left until lunch, because he was on the verge of committing mass murder. He had thought it would be the kids driving him ten steps past crazy, but instead, it was the cluster of insanity Hitsugaya called counselors that had him nearly foaming at the mouth.
"My name. Is. Grimm-jow," he growled around the whistle hanging from his lips. "Not Grimmy-kun, Grimm-san, or fucking Grimm-chan; Grimm-jow, dammit."
The voluptuous, green-haired Senior Counselor of Group 4 cocked her head to the side, wide, dimpled grin spreading even further, and sending chills down Grimmjow's back. She was fucking off her ass retarded. How this empty-headed woman had managed to get hired to supervise children, was beyond him. She was much more suited to be a model for the latest straight-jackets.
Grimmjow took two steps back and collided with a solid wall of wiry chest. Inwardly groaning, he turned to face the tall and skinny Junior Counselor, who was smiling and displaying an impressive set of piano-key teeth. The white bandana he wore covering his left eye reminded Grimmjow of a pirate, and even though the visual was pretty funny, he refrained from laughing for fear of egging the man on with his unwelcome advances.
All fucking morning, Grimmjow had been dodging and avoiding overzealous counselors trying to "get to know him". Fuck that. The only counselor he was even remotely interested in getting to know happened to be a bright-orange-haired, scowling piece of man meat. All these other creeps? Nuh-unh.
First, there had been the Rangiku chick, who all but laid out in front of him without underwear and her legs cocked open. He shuddered in remembrance of her huge fucking tits smothering his arm while she clung to him like a fucking barnacle. The Junior Counselor that was with her only smiled cheerfully in the background while he wrangled with Rangiku, trying to get her to back the fuck off before he screamed profanities in her face.
After that torture, there had been a pleasant lull in the chaos when Group 2 trooped in with two relatively calm counselors. Then, the blessed silence had been desecrated when the group that shared swimming time with Group 2, (Group 3) was led into the small cabin.
The Senior Counselor was an emo freak with dark hair, and wide green eyes. He was petite, and his facial expressions never seemed to change, but him, Grimmjow could deal with. It was the other little fucker that made him break out into a cold sweat and goosebumps erupt across his skin.
The Junior Counselor, Luppi, had instantly "taken a liking" to Grimmjow, declaring he was the love of his life. By this time, he had a constant nervous twitch in his left eyebrow, and he kept a white-knuckled grip on his whistle at all times. Fortunately, the short Junior Counselor for Group 2, Rukia something, managed to keep the little, alarmingly feminine Luppi away from him, and the Senior Counselor, Shuuhei, kept him company. Grimmjow got along swimmingly with that guy. He seemed to be the only normal person he'd met so far. God help him if his eye candy was a crazy shit, as well. He'd be heartbroken.
Which led him to the current situation. He was supervising the last group scheduled for swim time before lunch, and both of the counselors were mad hatters as far as he was concerned. The green-haired Senior Counselor, Nel-oreel, Nel-eenill? Something! She had piss for brains, and insisted on calling him everything except his fucking name. At least she didn't like him that way, or he didn't think so, at any rate, considering she had called him her new big brother.
Oh, but then there was the Junior Counselor, the bandana guy, Nnoitra. He made it very clear that he wanted Grimmjow that way, and it unnerved him. For the first time in forever, he felt genuine fear of another human being that wasn't his father. It wasn't fear of getting physically hurt, though, more like fear of encouraging the crazy ass pirate look-alike by being himself. The term "pirate booty" took on a whole new meaning for Grimmjow.
He slowly eased away from the towering man, clutching his whistle as he glanced at his cell phone resting by his backpack. Yes! 11:50. Time for the kids to get out and get ready for lunch. Yosh! He blew forcefully on the whistle, while raising his left hand.
"Everybody out!" He shouted. Grimmjow wanted to dance gleefully, as Nnoitra and Nel gathered the campers and herded them to the changing rooms.
That morning had been entirely too eventful, not to mention fucking creepy as all hell, and before he went home for the day, he was going to give Gin a piece of his mind.
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo was inwardly doing a two-step, as he led his group to the mess hall for lunch. Only an hour before he could finally bask in the personal bubble of the newly hired lifeguard. He felt his face get hot when he remembered the way the gorgeous, blue-haired man had returned his stare, a sexy smirk pulling at his enticing lips. Ichigo hummed, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiled broadly.
Even though his campers had officially given him hell, it seemed like nothing could evaporate the cloud he was walking on. He didn't even know why he was so happy; it wasn't like the man had said anything to him. All he'd done was smile and stare. Ichigo shivered with delight. That had been enough, in his opinion.
"Ichigo-san, I have to pee," a little girl named Michiru lisped, while tugging on the hem of his once-white t-shirt. Sadly, it had become a victim of a finger-paint war that had raged between Jinta and another boy from Renji and Byakuya's group.
"Where's your buddy partner?" he asked patiently. Michiru glanced over her shoulder, and indicating with a nod, pointed out another girl standing a few feet off. "Well, take her and come right back. Why didn't you go when everyone went to wash their hands?"
Michiru gave him a look as if she were observing an idiot, "I didn't hafta go," she stated slowly.
"Fine, fine."
The two girls took off across the rocky clearing towards the bathrooms, Yumi yelling at them to stop running. Flipping his hair disgustedly, the raven-haired male trudged up the small incline, leading into the open mess hall, and followed at the end of the line of campers. Ichigo led them to their assigned table, and once they were seated, plopped down at one end of the table, Yumi at the opposite end.
The smell of food made Ichigo's stomach gurgle noisily, but it went unheard due to the din caused by the campers already gathered in the hall. He spied Ikkaku and Stark through the wide opening where the campers picked up their food, working together flawlessly. Again, the delicious smells emanating from the kitchen caused his stomach to protest angrily.
"Fuck, I'm hungry," he grumbled.
"Ichigo-san, tha-"
"Jinta, need I remind you how thin the ice you're treading is?" Ichigo growled, balling up his fists in the process. He still hadn't forgiven the red-haired demon for breaking his fucking iPod.
"Keh," the little boy scoffed, sticking out his bottom lip and turning away.
Suddenly, absolute silence descended in the mess hall, which was a feat in itself with all the rowdy ass kids. Ichigo turned in his seat to see what had made the hall turn into a graveyard, and his eyes nearly fell out of his head.
The lifeguard, Grimmjow, (Ichigo had heard his name from a nearly orgasmic Rangiku) had entered the mess hall, ducking under the low entrance. An orange and gray backpack was slung over his broad shoulder, but the guy was still topless, save for his whistle and that strange-looking necklace, and his body glistened with moisture. His dark orange trunks hung dangerously low on his hips, broadcasting his rippling abdomen and a line of pale blue hair that disappeared underneath the waistband. He wore a pair of black and white Addidas sports flip flops on his feet, and a scowl on his beautiful face.
Ichigo shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he watched the man move fluidly to an empty table across from where he sat with his group. Every move the blunet made screamed sex and confidence, with even a hint of arrogance. And why not? The man was gorgeous and he had to know it. Grimmjow - weird name that - settled at the picnic bench styled table, slipping his backpack from his shoulder and onto the long seat beside him. He dug through the bag and pulled out a thick magazine with colorful surfboards on the cover, then proceeded to slap it down on the table top, casually flipping through its pages.
Ichigo hadn't realized he'd been so blatantly staring, until electric blue eyes slowly and purposely lifted to meet his wide, brown ones. Ichigo felt like his breath had fled his lungs, screaming like a banshee as it went. How could a pair of eyes be so intense, so impossibly blue? Grimmjow gave him a lazy smirk and wink, and Ichigo was hard-pressed not to squeal like a fangirl, then fall to the floor, nose-bleeding the whole way. As it was, he turned away, eyes wide, his mouth slightly open and face flaming.
Ichigo glanced down the table to see Yumi watching him with amusement, an elegant dark eyebrow arched curiously. Ichigo rubbed his hands over his overheated face, blowing out a shaky breath, but was distracted by a deep, rumbling chuckle. He peeked over at Grimmjow, and saw the man wearing a sinful grin as he continued to watch him. Jesus Christ. What was the guy trying to do to him?
Fucking hell, his hands were dammit shaking. Was that even normal?
Thankfully, Toshiro decided to take that time to get everyone's attention, giving the campers and counselors the go-ahead to get some grub. The noise escalated once again as everyone lined up, the counselors at the end of the line, allowing the campers to get their food first. Ichigo had been slow in rising from his seat, so he ended up being last in line...or so he'd thought.
He'd been standing in line for about thirty seconds when he felt a looming presence at his back. He turned his head slowly to glance at who was behind him, and nearly fainted when his eyes landed on the smirking face of Grimmjow. Ichigo's mouth formed a little "O" of surprise, tongue sticking to the roof of the suddenly dry cavern.
Holy shittin' shoes...the man was even more attractive up close.
"'Sup," Grimmjow said casually, but Ichigo had to suppress an excited squirm.
His voice was a crime against Ichigo's poor, raging libido.
"H-hi," he responded stupidly. Ichigo mentally face-palmed. What the fuck was wrong with him? Hi? That was all he could come up with? Fuck.
"Ya got a name, gorgeous?" Ichigo felt his eyes widen. G-gorgeous? Oh god, this man was lethal.
"Um, I-Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki."
His brain had transformed into a muddled pile of mess. This beautiful creature was strumming his nerves like an electric guitar, turning him into little more than a gaping idiot.
"Ichigo, huh? M'name's Grimmjow. Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. Nice ta meet ya, Ichigo," the blue-haired lifeguard drawled, voice wrapping around Ichigo's name like a caress, as he held out a large, strong-looking hand. Ichigo licked his lips nervously, and hesitantly grasped the slightly rough, warm appendage.
"Nice to meet you too, Gri-ah," his voice trailed off in shock, as he watched Grimmjow lift his hand and softly brush his lips across the top. W-what?
Ichigo stood rooted to the spot even after the man released his hand with a wicked grin. He couldn't take his eyes off the blunet that made his dick stir angrily in his jean shorts. Grimmjow's grin widened, showing off ultra-bright, white teeth, and sharper than normal canines.
"Line's movin', Ichigo," he murmured, blue gaze never once wavering.
Ichigo blinked dumbly and turned to see that the line was indeed moving, and not only that, but their interaction was the focus of many of the counselors. He had never been on the receiving end of that many deadly glares in his life...but ask him if he cared.
'Cuz he didn't.
Grimmjow chuckled lowly, and Ichigo again faced the man, lust spiking sharply at the sight of that dangerous fucking smile.
"Looks like I may have made ya a little unpopular," he stated, eyes crinkling in the corners.
Ichigo snorted and shrugged nonchalantly. He really didn't care what anyone thought. Besides, it was all just petty jealousy making most of the counselors bore hate-holes into his head. They had severe cases of the green-eyed monster, but Ichigo, oddly, didn't blame them one bit. He would probably be a victim of the same affliction had Grimmjow decided to turn his attentions elsewhere, which led him back to the present situation. Grimmjow seemed very interested in him, and the realization made his stomach quiver like jello.
Shaking himself from his moment of reckoning, Ichigo decided to attempt a real conversation with the current object of his lust, rather than being the stuttering baka he'd been a minute ago.
"So, how do you like it so far?" he asked. Good. That's good. Start small and work your way up. Grimmjow groaned, and the noise made little Ichigo twitch with excitement. Shit.
"These people are insane," Grimmjow whispered, leaning forward, his stunning blue eyes wide with mock fear. "I swear, I was almost raped like ten times."
Ichigo tried and failed miserably to stifle his laughter, Grimmjow joining in only a moment later. With all of the vultures he worked with, Ichigo knew Grimmjow's statement was probably very true, and that just caused him to laugh even harder. When he calmed down, he noticed Grimmjow was grinning at him crookedly with his head cocked to the side.
"Ya've got a really nice smile and laugh, Ichigo." Ichigo tucked his head in embarrassment, blushing furiously and quite sure that any second he would melt into a pitiful pile at the man's feet.
"Thanks," he whispered shyly, inwardly chastising himself for being such a girl. "Y-you do too."
Ichigo peeked through his bangs to see Grimmjow smirking devilishly as he stepped closer to him. Ichigo hummed softly to himself when he caught a whiff of the guy's scent. Grimmjow smelled like the ocean and coconuts with a slightly musky undertone. In other words, he smelled really good.
"Ya keep flatterin' me like that, Ichi, an' I might just hafta do somethin' 'bout it," Grimmjow murmured, his voice a deep, throaty rumble that made the hairs on the back of Ichigo's neck stand stick-straight.
He blushed from the roots of his hair all the way to the tips of his ears. God, just take him now. He wanted to do the dirtiest things to this man, and he'd only just met him.
They were silent after that last comment from the lifeguard, and in no time were at the kitchen window picking up trays of heavenly smelling cheeseburgers and french fries. Ichigo remembered how hungry he was, as his mouth watered and his stomach again growled loudly. He was on his way back to his group's table when Grimmjow caught up to him and spoke softly.
"Talk ta ya later, Ichi."
His body practically vibrated with anticipation of being close to the blue-haired lifeguard again, even though he was seated less than twenty feet away at his secluded table. This type of attraction had to be abnormal.
Ichigo plopped into his seat, watching from the corner of his eye as Grimmjow did the same and immediately tucked into his cheeseburger, perfectly sculpted blue eyebrows raised in appreciation. Ichigo twisted in his seat when he caught sight of the man's pink tongue flick to the corner of his mouth, catching a stray bit of ketchup. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. That was just cruel.
Ichigo eagerly bit into his own burger, hunger taking his attention from Grimmjow and his sinfully long tongue. After a few orgasmic bites, he realized ketchup had trailed down his left thumb almost to his wrist. He must've been really hungry not to notice that before. Foregoing a napkin, he licked the tangy sauce in one slow movement, careful to clean every ounce from his skin. He absently glanced over at Grimmjow in mid-lick, and his tongue stilled as their gazes locked. Oh...oh shit.
Grimmjow's eyes darkened to a deep, hazy blue as he arched a brow. Shit! Did he think that was done on purpose? The blunet licked his lips slowly, then smirked, shaking his head, as he lowered his gaze and dug into his fries. Ichigo released the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding, and shakily returned to eating.
He should really win an award for how much sexual tension he could withstand.
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow smiled to himself, entire body tingling from his naughty thoughts of a certain strawberry, as he made his way back to the pool cabin. Ichigo Kurosaki. And he wasn't insane like his fucking co-workers. He was actually very easy to talk to, and it helped that he was incredibly sexy.
"Mmm," he hummed, as he entered the cabin and dropped his bag down on the wooden bench he occupied, while the campers splashed around in the pools. He plopped down beside his bag and worried his lip ring.
Ichigo's eyes reminded Grimmjow of maple syrup, sliding languidly over hot pancakes. They shimmered and gleamed when he smiled or laughed, crinkling cutely in the corners. Up close, he noticed a small smattering of brown-freckles dusted across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and he even had dimples. His lips were full and looked so fucking soft, Grimmjow had had a hard time not kissing him right there in the middle of the mess hall.
Ichigo had a body Grimmjow ached to touch and run his tongue and hands over. The strawberry was lean, but solid. Not bulky muscle, more like wiry and toned, slender like a cheetah. He could tell from the fit of what used to be a white t-shirt (now covered in red, blue, yellow and green splotches), that Ichigo was muscular in a more subtle way, and it turned him on like a light switch. He'd wanted to lick and bite down on the sloping column of that long, almost elegant neck. Shit.
Grimmjow couldn't forget Ichigo's smell either. It was light and airy like cotton blossoms, with a hint of masculinity, and completely intoxicating.
And then there was his voice. God, the voice on that guy was hypnotic. It was a husky baritone with soft undertones that sent chills shooting down his spine. Fuck, he could listen to Ichigo talk and laugh all day and never get tired of it.
Hoo, boy, he already had it bad, and it only looked to get worse.
Grimmjow recalled the way Ichigo's tongue had lazily traveled up from his wrist to end at the middle of his thumb, and especially the way he had locked eyes with him while doing it. Grimmjow reached down and adjusted his growing arousal, sighing heavily as he scrubbed his free hand over his face.
The strawberry was a sexy fucking tease.
Suddenly, the door to the cabin swung open, and in trooped the dark-haired guy with the feathers by his eye, that Grimmjow had seen earlier that morning. He was followed by a group of around twelve brats and...Ichigo. Grimmjow swallowed thickly at the small smile the shorter man sent him, and instead stood, introducing himself to the raven-haired guy at his side.
"Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, lifeguard and pool supervisor," he numbly stated, his attention trying to pull itself towards the alluring strawberry.
"Ah, I'm Yumi, Senior Counselor, and this is Group 5. You already met Ichi-chan," the dark-haired guy coyly responded, the feathers at the corner of his right eye twitching as he smiled. Grimmjow raised a brow and glanced at a furiously blushing Ichigo.
"Ichi-chan?" Grimmjow repeated, trying and slowly failing to suppress his mirth.
"Shutup," Ichigo grumbled, shifting restlessly. Grimmjow let out a loud bark of laughter, startling some of the campers, before he indicated with a sweeping gesture for the kids to get changed.
Yumi had followed the boys into the changing room while Ichigo took a seat on the bench next to Grimmjow's bag. Grimmjow sat beside him, and scooted closer until he was able to smell that siren's call of a scent, and feel the heat radiating off of the smaller male. He closed his eyes, and leaning over ever so slightly, slowly inhaled a deep breath, then just as slowly, released it, fluttering the hair behind Ichigo's ear.
"Mmm, yer smell's drivin' me crazy, Ichi," he mumbled, knowing the strawberry would hear him just fine.
He heard Ichigo's breath hitch as he blushed, and Grimmjow grinned wickedly. He wouldn't leave this job without getting to know Ichigo...a lot better. Mark his words.
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