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Addicted to the Lifeguard	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3621 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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CHAPTER 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach...
Onwards...
XOXOXOXO
Ichigo's tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth, a frequent occurrance since making Grimmjow's aquaintance. He was currently seated next to the blue-haired lifeguard on one of the camp's long, yellow school buses, fidgeting and trying his hardest not to melt to the floor. They were en route to a popular amusement park called Chappy World, and Grimmjow had been assigned as his replacement Senior Counselor.
Are you confused? Let's backtrack some, shall we?
Ichigo arrived at the gymnasium as usual, hell-bent on not letting the campers in his group drive him absolutely nuts because today was the day of their weekly field trip. Normally, Toshiro planned such boring places; the last field trip had been to a museum. This time, however, the camp director must've been feeling uncharacteristically generous.
The day before, Toshiro had informed everyone to wear their camp t-shirts and to bring spending money. The man always did that crap, waiting until the last moment to tell them shit. Hell, what if Ichigo had been broke? The shorty had gone on to announce the trip's location, and all hell had broken loose. It took the counselors half a damned hour just to get the fucking campers to settle down long enough to board the buses to go home.
Fucking Chappy World...
Ichigo ambled over to his group's designated area, noting the absence of one flamboyant, raven-haired Senior Counselor. The campers milled about, talking, arguing, bickering...you know, normal kid shit, so Ichigo took a seat on an overturned brown milk crate, and huffed out an irritated breath. Yumi was never late, so something had to be up.
His white, digital G-Shock watch displayed the time as 7:30 am. Fuck, what the hell was Yumi playing at? If anything, the little bastard was always early, giving Ichigo the impression that he was a stickler for punctuality. So, what gave?
At that moment, Toshiro and Gin emerged like twin apparitions in the center of the gymnasium, sporting the camp's purple t-shirts with "Seireitei Summer Day Camp 2010, Must Have Spirit" written across the front in white lettering. All the counselors or authority figures' t-shirts had the word "STAFF" stamped on the back in large, bold, white print. The white-haired director blew his whistle, aqua eyes flashing brilliantly as he waited for the campers to shut the hell up.
Where the fuck was Yumi?
"As you all know, today we will be going to Chappy World, and I expect everyone to be on their best behavior. No exceptions. Upon arrival, everyone will gather at the entrance to acquire wristbands for the rides and such. That being said, have fun! Let's go!" Toshiro explained, and Ichigo swore the usually cranky man was excited.
There was certainly an extra bounce in his step as he strode to the exit. The small director actually wore a pair of fitted, blue jeans with his camp t-shirt, which was way outside of his normal attire of khaki pants and black, polo shirt.
But dammit, where the fuck was Yumi?
Suddenly, Ichigo spied Gin heading in his direction, hands stuffed into the pockets of his khaki cargo shorts, and wearing that seriously creepy, eye-closing grin. His silver hair almost covered his left eye, and...dammit...how the hell could someone smile that widely without showing a single tooth?
"G'mornin', Ichigo-kun. Doin' alrigh'?" Gin's smooth voice traveled over the din created by the excited campers. Ichigo narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Gin never spoke to him without having a reason.
"I'm fine," he answered cautiously.
Gin's grin widened as he stepped closer, "Yumichika-san called out sick this mornin', so yer gonna be workin' with someone else taday."
"What are you talking about? Yumi never calls out. He claims it's not beautiful for his professional reputation," Ichigo snapped. Gin actually fucking giggled and it gave him goosebumps to hear it.
"Mah, tha' sounds like him, alrigh'. At any rate, he ain' comin', so ya gotta temp'rary r'placement."
"Who? Everyone else have their own groups to deal wit-" Ichigo started, feeling ice sliding down his back as Gin glanced towards the opening of the gymnasium, his grin widening to epic, no-teeth proportions. Ichigo followed his gaze, and whined softly at what - or rather who - he saw headed towards them.
Did the kami not love him? At all?
Grimmjow, in all his fucking gorgeous glory, casually strolled past gaping onlookers. Ichigo could certainly relate with them, because the man was disgustingly sexy. Grimmjow had cut the sleeves to his form-fitting, purple camp t-shirt, making it sleeveless and simultaneously showcasing his thickly corded arms. White board shorts, white ankle socks, and all-white, low-top Nike Air Force One sneakers completed the simple ensemble, but didn't make it any less effective.
Grimmjow had switched his black, rubber wristbands for white ones, and black thumb rings for silver, but his remaining jewelry was the same; the black lip ring, and that strange-looking black necklace. The blunet had his hands in his pockets, thumbs hanging over the edges, and that sinful, feral grin on his face, while he openly eyed Ichigo as he came to stand within arm's reach.
Ichigo shamelessly stared. Fuck. He couldn't help it. Grimmjow oozed confidence and emitted alarmingly lethal doses of sex appeal. Who the hell wouldn't stare? Only, now he was having a hard time keeping his blood from rushing to his face. He was already breathing erratically, with his heart racing at Nascar speeds.
"Ah, Grimm-kun, I was jus'-" Gin began, but Grimmjow cut him off with a disgruntled glare.
"How many times I gotta tell ya not ta call me that? 'Sides, I'm still pissed at ya," the blue-haired man glanced at Ichigo, making him shift nervously, "sorta."
Gin chuckled, "Well, have fun!" then nonchalantly walked off, leaving Ichigo alone with his mind's current obsession.
Grimmjow stepped closer to him, his alluring scent washing over Ichigo like a tidal wave. What the fuck. The taller man had no qualms with invading Ichigo's personal space, but honestly, he didn't mind. He just wished his face didn't betray every emotion he felt.
"Must be my lucky day, Ichi," Grimmjow murmured, standing way too close for comfort.
He chanced a glance at the blue-haired lifeguard and seriously wanted to stand on his toes (What? The guy was fucking tall!), and pull the man down for a kiss. Grimmjow's blue eyes were incredibly intense, not to mention beautiful, as they danced and shone with amusement.
And he was supposed to work closely with this man...all day? How the fuck did Gin and Toshiro expect him to stay sane?
Which brought him back to his current situation, seated next to the hot-blooded, teasing blunet in a three-seater on the yellow school bus. They were waiting to depart, and although Ichigo was extremely excited at the prospect of going to an amusement park, his mind just absolutely refused to stay put. It insisted on joining his eyes in molesting Grimmjow at every opportunity, giving him not even a single moment of peace.
Ichigo sighed and glared out of the window he was seated against, having been forced on the inside of the pleather seat by his temporary Senior Counselor. Grimmjow had pissed him off, claiming only men got the aisle seat, and Ichigo had only consented because the man's legs were longer than his. Men, indeed. So, what the fuck did that make him?
Suddenly, Jinta peeked over the seat at Grimmjow, his eyes suspicious, "Where's Yumi-san?"
"He's out sick today, Jinta," Ichigo answered, inwardly grinning at Grimmjow's confused expression.
"So, why's he here? Ain't he the lifeguard? We ain't goin' swimmin' today," the little red-haired boy grunted. Before Ichigo could respond, Grimmjow cocked his head to the side, and the smirk he gave Jinta made him shiver.
"Sounds like ya don't like me," the blunet rumbled quietly, his eyes never wavering.
"Because you keep lookin' at Ichigo-san like you wanna eat him up."
Ichigo felt all the blood drain from his face. Whyyy, Jinta? Why did he have to word it that way? Ichigo took a glimpse at Grimmjow and grimaced. The once-subdued smirk was now a full-blown, toothy grin.
"Maybe I d-"
"What he means, Jinta, is that he's just helping out in Yumi-san's place," Ichigo interrupted in a panic, face flushed. Grimmjow released a loud bark of laughter and Ichigo wanted to punch him. Had the man really been on the verge of saying...
"Hn, whatever," Jinta grunted again, falling back into his seat.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ichigo snapped.
"Aw, c'mon, can ya blame me? That statement was left wide open," Grimmjow chuckled.
"He's a kid!"
"So? He's the one talkin' 'bout me wantin' ta "eat ya up". How's he know what that looks like?"
The man had a point.
Ichigo wouldn't admit it though.
"You're a pervert," he grumbled, and immediately wished he had kept his big, fat mouth shut.
Grimmjow's whole demeanor changed and became dead-ass serious as he twisted his entire body towards Ichigo. He scooted over, leaning both arms against the window on either side of the smaller man's head, effectively blocking him from any movement. Just when Ichigo felt like his heart could beat no faster or harder, Grimmjow leaned in even more until his nose was a mere millimeter from Ichigo's neck. The blue-haired man inhaled deeply, then released with a sigh.
"Ya've got no idea, Ichi," Grimmjow pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, the blunet's own sparkling blue eyes overwhelming with their intensity, "Want me ta show ya?"
Ichigo actually gulped audibly, his gaze helplessly locked with darkened pools of naked desire. Grimmjow was so close! Only a few centimeters and he'd be close enough to ki-
"Oi, ya wanna back the fuck up?" a deep voice demanded from behind them.
Ichigo didn't even have to look to know who the voice belonged to. Fuck. Ever since he'd started working at the camp, he'd been hounded relentlessly by this man, and no amount of clue-dropping or blatant refusal deterred him.
Kenpachi Zaraki.
XOXOXOXO
Who the fuck was this guy?
Grimmjow certainly didn't appreciate the intrusion into him and Ichigo's private time...or as private as it could get on a bus full of noisy ass brats. After Gin had called him up that morning asking him to fill in for the Senior Counselor of Group 5, Grimmjow had consulted his line-up chart and damn near danced with glee upon realizing that that particular group was Ichigo's.
Strawberry.
So, on the day he was scheduled to take off, he'd agreed to come in and "help out". Gin knew how Grimmjow felt about Ichigo, having not only witnessed the scene in the mess hall, but been privy to a piece of his mind, as well. Oh, he'd let Gin verbally have it for suggesting he accept this job with a bunch of fucking circus freaks for co-workers, but then he'd thanked him. If he hadn't accepted the job, he would've never met the alluring strawberry. A twisted conflict if he'd say so himself.
He'd been running late, after getting rid of the sleeves to that ridiculous purple camp t-shirt, then searching his closet for his white board shorts. Grimmjow hated dressing at the last minute, but he'd had no choice, and he looked hot anyway, so it was all good.
Once he'd arrived, ignoring the other counselors digging grooves into his skin with their eyes was pretty easy once he'd spotted Ichigo. Damned strawberry looked ripe and ready for picking. He was wearing the same form-fitting, purple t-shirt, but accompanied his with a pair of black board shorts, broad purple and white stripes running down the sides, and high-top purple, black and white Nike Dunk sneakers. The only jewelry Ichigo wore was a white watch on his left wrist.
Fucking delicious.
Grimmjow was having the hardest time keeping his hands off of Ichigo while they sat so closely on the bus, and then that little brat had gone and stoked the fires. Hell yeah, he wanted to eat that pretty strawberry up, and Ichigo's blushes and molten brown eyes weren't helping his libido at all.
Grimmjow chuckled to himself. Ichigo had called him a pervert. How cute was that? The berry head had no fucking clue just how perverted he was, but he was more than willing to show him. And he'd been about to, until this big guy had to interrupt and ruin him and Ichigo's moment.
Grimmjow ran his eyes over the newcomer, but refused to move away from Ichigo just because this man said so. What kind of hairstyle was that anyway? And what the fuck was the deal with the eyepatch? Another pirate wannabe, eh?
"Who the fuck're you?" Grimmjow growled.
"Don't matter, do it? You don't need my name to get the fuck away from Kurosaki, here," the man retaliated, his visible golden eye flashing with malice. Grimmjow tensed and bristled, scowling deeply.
"Ya lookin' for a fight, Spike?" he ground out through clenched teeth, as he cracked his knuckles and finally pulled away from Ichigo. He slowly eased to his feet, facing off with the other man.
Grimmjow didn't know who this spiky-haired fucker was, but he damned sure wasn't going to be pushed around by him, and he definitely wasn't giving up his chance with Ichigo. The big guy cracked an evil smirk and started leaning forward, but before any blood could be shed, Ichigo jumped to his feet and stood between them.
"Oi! Are you fucking serious? Are you idiots trying to lose your jobs?" the strawberry screeched. If Grimmjow hadn't have been so angry he would've laughed.
"Kurosaki, why ya with this little shit?" Spike growled. Grimmjow's eyes widened at the insult.
"I'll show ya a little shit!"
Ichigo pressed his hands against Grimmjow's chest, the palms flat, and it was enough to distract the hell out of him. His eyes went to Ichigo's long fingers, before jumping up to meet his brown gaze. The strawberry blushed, averting his eyes, but Grimmjow had seen the interest and lust hidden in them.
"Kenpachi, who I talk to or associate with doesn't concern you!" Ichigo snapped, turning to face Spike.
"Bu-"
"Zaraki! Sit!" Toshiro called from the front of the bus. "You too, Ichigo, Grimmjow. We're about to start moving."
"Fuck. I'm watchin' you, lifeguard," Spike muttered menacingly before turning to shove off. Grimmjow grinned.
"Ooo, I'm fuckin' shittin' bricks," he said loud enough for the huge man to hear. Spike glanced over his shoulder with a snarl, but continued on to the back of the bus.
"Sit down!" Ichigo scolded, yanking Grimmjow down into the seat. "You can't just go fighting people like that! You'll lose your job and th-"
When Ichigo abruptly stopped, Grimmjow glanced at him with a sly grin. Oh? "Worried ya won't see me anymore, Ichi?"
"No!" The strawberry's face was a delightful pink, and it was turning him the fuck on.
Grimmjow leaned towards him and didn't stop until their noses were a hairsbreadth apart, "Liar," he breathed, before chastely kissing Ichigo's incredibly soft lips. When he pulled back, the smaller man's eyes were the size of dinner plates and his face was flushed a deep crimson. "You're so cute, Ichi."
The orange-haired man abruptly averted his gaze, turning to stare out the window. Grimmjow grinned lecherously. Ichigo was already dancing in the palm of his hand.
XxxxxxX
"Whataya mean 'ya don't like roller coasters'?" Grimmjow asked in sheer disbelief. How could someone not fucking like roller coasters?
"I meant just what the fuck I said! I don't like them," Ichigo huffed, and began moving away from the line of kids and adults waiting to ride the "Chappy Tornado".
Grimmjow's grin devoured his features, as he gripped Ichigo's elbow and pulled him back to the line. This would be priceless. There was absolutely no way in hell he was letting a chance like this slip by.
"Aww, c'mon, Ichi! Just ride one with me!" he mock-begged. Ichigo scowled at him as if seeing right through his pretending.
"No."
"C'mon!"
"I said NO, dammit!" the strawberry snapped, syrupy-brown eyes on fire.
Ok, time to bring out the big guns, then.
Grimmjow stepped closer, loving the way Ichigo's breath hitched and his face flushed. Grimmjow took one of the shorter man's slender hands into his and slowly brought it to his lips, making sure to let them linger as he stared deeply into those chocolate-hued, almond-shaped orbs.
"Please...Ichigo...for me?" he murmured, letting his voice rumble and caress the strawberry's name.
Ichigo's reaction was indeed classic. He blushed furiously, his beautiful brown eyes widened and sparkled in the beaming sun, and his enticing lips parted in shock. Grimmjow turned on the charm full-force as he turned Ichigo's hand, palm facing up, and brushed his lips across the sensitive skin found there. Deciding to force the younger man over the edge, Grimmjow flicked his tongue out and dragged it over Ichigo's palm. The strawberry yanked his hand away with a choked gasp, and Grimmjow swore the guy would faint.
"Fine! I'll ride the damned thing! Move!" Ichigo snapped in flustered frustration. Grimmjow grinned in triumph, even after hearing Ichigo mutter something along the lines of "cheating bastard".
They stood in line with several of the group's campers, and Grimmjow noticed Ichigo fidgeting restlessly. Was the strawberry really that uncomfortable?
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow was the devil personified. Ichigo was convinced. First, the man had thoroughly aroused him on the bus, fucking getting into his personal space, then when Kenpachi tried to be all possessive pitbull, the blunet had stood up to the spiky-haired giant. Without fear! Very few did that. It seemed like almost everyone was either afraid of Kenpachi or just avoided him.
Ichigo was neither, he being one of the "very few" to stand up to the overbearing man, but to see Grimmjow reacting like a dog about to have his bone stolen, and confidently at that, was a fucking turn-on and a half. He remembered placing his hand against that broad, firm chest when it seemed like Grimmjow had been about to attack Kenpachi, and the lust that had erupted had been damn near crippling in its intensity.
Then Grimmjow had kissed him. Briefly and almost unnoticeably, but Ichigo had been stunned into silence. For once in his life, he really had no snarky or witty comeback. The sexy ass blue-haired lifeguard had fucking kissed him. Oh god, his lips were so soft.
But back to the present, yes?
Ichigo couldn't believe he'd let the man talk him into getting on a roller coaster of all rides. He had tried to water down his disinclination to ride by claiming he just didn't like them, when the reality was...he was fucking petrified of roller coasters. He despised that feeling one got in the stomach whenever going down a steep track. The last time he'd been on a fucking roller coaster, he'd been twelve. And he'd screamed like a woman.
Ichigo thought that by just voicing his displeasure of the wicked machines, he would be left alone. Lord, how could he have forgotten about Grimmjow, who absolutely did not know what boundaries were? Of course, the surf-loving lifeguard adored roller coasters, claiming they were half the fun of going to an amusement park, the other half being funnel cakes and curly fries.
Still, he had persevered, until the blue-haired bastard decided to take the gloves off and fight fucking dirty. Grimmjow had kissed his hand - both sides goddammit - and then said "please"! Ichigo knew it was bullshit, but he would follow the man into hell itself if he only said "please" first.
Now, he stood in line, shifting nervously, and feeling for all the world like a man being led through death row to the execution room. Ichigo's palms were sweaty, armpits itchy, and his stomach was enthusiastically doing somersaults. Grimmjow stood beside him, seemingly oblivious...the prick.
Finally they reached the front of the line, and he and Grimmjow climbed into a car, a passing attendant snapping the shoulder-bars into place, the sharp "clang" sounding like prison doors slamming shut. His legs dangled uselessly beneath him, as he gripped the padded shoulder-bars until his knuckles turned ghostly white. He swallowed convulsively.
Oh god, he was gonna throw up.
"Ichi, ya good?" Grimmjow asked, voice filled with so much concern. Ichigo's voice cracked and wavered as he gave a pitiful grunt of affirmation.
His legs bounced and shook nervously, and his heart raced and thudded in his throat, as blood roared in his ears. Ichigo whimpered softly, trying to calm his tattered nerves. Shit, shit, shit, shit, sh-
The car began moving...and he completely lost his fucking mind.
"OH GOD, NO! I CHANGED MY MIND! GRIMMJOW, I DON'T WANNA GO! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!" he screamed, hot tears trailing down his cheeks.
"Ichi..." Grimmjow's voice was understandably quite amazed at his behavior, but Ichigo was beside himself with fear. He kicked and thrashed his legs desperately. Oh god, he was gonna die!
The car started the agonizingly slow incline up the hill that led to the first dramatic drop, and Ichigo had suddenly gone quiet. His stomach was in an uproar and his heart was beating so fast, he was sure it would give out at any second. The ground slowly got further and further away, the people beginning to resemble ants, and Ichigo shamefully cried in earnest, chanting "I'm gonna die," over and over.
"Ichi, ya ain't gonna die," Grimmjow commented, the only difference in his calm voice was the slight tremor from barely restrained laughter.
"FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU! DON'T YOU EVER SP-"
And then the roller coaster went over the hill and down the first drop. The bottom fell out of his stomach, and Ichigo screamed, his voice reaching dog whistle levels. He clenched his eyes shut and continued to scream, not even differentiating the separate twists, turns, dips and climbs anymore. He only stopped screaming when he felt the damned thing coming to a halt, and then his brain began registering his surroundings once more.
Grimmjow was laughing. Hysterically.
Once the ride came to a complete stop, it took every ounce of energy Ichigo had left to extricate himself from the car, shaking like a wet, hairless dog in winter the entire time. His throat was raw and sore, and he was slowly getting a headache from all of the first-rate screaming he'd done. He gingerly touched the front of his shorts to check for piss, relieved to find them still dry, then slowly made his way away from that stupid fucking roller coaster.
Grimmjow caught up to him, still cackling mercilessly, then made the mistake of putting his arm around Ichigo's shoulders. Ichigo growled like an angry dog and shoved the blue-haired man away from him.
"Don't fuckin' touch me, you asshole!" he spat furiously.
"Aww, Ichi, don't be that way! Ya shoulda just said ya were scared of roller coasters. Not likin' 'em is different, ya know?" Grimmjow tried and failed to soothe his wounded pride, because Ichigo had forever shamed himself. There would be no retribution from this. No coming back.
"I fuckin' hate you. I don't even wanna look at your face right now," he grumbled.
Grimmjow clutched his shirt over his heart and gasped, "Dang, that hurts, Ichi!" Ichigo just shoved off to gather his group and make sure no one was missing.
It was then that Ichigo's subconscious pulled up the image of Grimmjow holding his hand the entire roller coaster ride.
Stupid, fucking sexy, blue-haired piece of shit.
XOXOXOXO
Grimmjow could not stop laughing. Whether it was internally or externally, he couldn't staunch the ever-present laughter. Ichigo had been a sight to behold on the roller coaster, although he couldn't actually see the strawberry, it had been more than enough to hear his sanity temporarily leave him. Absolutely fucking fantastic.
Grimmjow had even gone to the small picture kiosk and had his and Ichigo's picture made into a lovely little key-chain. Ichigo's face was classic. His eyes were scrunched shut, tears running down his reddened cheeks, and his mouth wide open in a forever silent howl. Grimmjow had a slightly similar face, but his eyes were shut tightly, tears running down his cheeks, and mouth cracked wide with laughter. That picture was, hands-down, the best he'd ever seen and he would cherish it. He just had to keep it from Ichigo, who'd already tried to destroy it several times.
The strawberry was so pissed at him too. Anytime Grimmjow went near him, he would swat him away like a fly, absently stating, "Go away, I hate you." At first, he would admit, it had been excruciatingly funny, but now it was getting annoying. Grimmjow wanted to talk to him at least, and didn't it count for anything that he'd held the smaller man's hand during the ride? Shit.
They were seated in the food court, the campers a table away, eating lunch. Grimmjow scooted towards the orange head, holding up a curly fry in truce, "Here," he grunted. Ichigo gave him a scalding look, then rolled his eyes and continued eating a grilled chicken sandwich.
"What makes you think I want your food?" he snapped. Good, at least Ichigo was talking to him again.
"Ichi, I'm sorry, damn! Ya shoulda told me ya were scared instead of saying ya 'don't like roller coasters'. I wouldna made ya ride it!"
"Somehow, I don't believe that."
Grimmjow pushed a hand through his disheveled blue hair, sighing heavily as he did so. All he wanted was for Ichigo to go back to being his normal, cute, blushing self, because this guy in front of him was behaving like a spoiled brat.
Speaking of brats, one of the campers approached their table. Ah, it was the red-haired little dude from the bus. Jinko? Jinga? Whatever. He'd ambled over wearing an extremely smug grin, his hands behind his back. Ichigo eyed the little boy suspiciously.
"What are you doing, Jinta?" he asked cautiously. Jinta's grin spread as his gaze landed on Grimmjow.
"Nothin'. I just got a present for Grimmjow-san. Gin-san said he would like it."
Grimmjow exchanged skeptical glances with Ichigo, then shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. What harm could the kid do?
"Alright, kid, whataya got?" he asked, his focus back on his curly fries.
"This," Jinta answered proudly.
Grimmjow lifted his gaze and all of his muscles seized up in fright. His heart froze in his chest, then immediately kicked into overdrive as he, literally, screamed like a girl, then fell backwards in the metal chair in his haste to get away from Jinta and his "present". Grimmjow scrambled to his feet and quickly strode away from the food court, heart pumping furiously and limbs trembling uncontrollably, Ichigo and Jinta crowing in his wake.
He was going to murder Gin in his sleep.
What the fuck possessed him to tell a fucking child - with no concept of boundaries - his one and only phobia? And where had Jinta found one so fucking big? The legs had been super long...
A strong shudder wracked his body. Stupid fucking Gin.
Grimmjow made his way to the bumper cars, and leaned against the railing separating the spectators from the participants. If that's how it was, then he would just stay away from Jinta from now on. Hell, Ichigo wasn't even talking to him anymore, so what would be the point?
He took deep, even breaths to calm himself down, while he clenched his fists at his sides. Breathe in, breathe out. Woosah. Suddenly, there was a presence at his side and he flinched drastically, only to hear the strawberry's husky laughter.
"Well, well, well, looks like we've both been exposed today," he chuckled, and all Grimmjow could do was growl at him.
"Yeah, yeah, so what? Gonna make fun a'me now?"
"Nah, but I think I at least deserve a few laughs. Who would've guessed you were deathly afraid of spiders?" Ichigo prodded, also leaning against the railing of the bumper cars area.
"No one, and I kinda wanted ta keep it that way," Grimmjow muttered.
"Shit happens, ne?"
"So, we even now? Ya gonna be nice ta me again?"
"I guess," Ichigo uttered shyly, his face flaming red. That was his strawberry. Grimmjow grinned and moved closer to the shorter man, lightly bumping his shoulder.
"Prove it," he demanded. Ichigo glanced at him in confusion.
"What are you talk-"
"Kiss me."
Ichigo's face was in danger of hemorrhaging and his eyes were about to fall out of his head. Grimmjow moved until his chest was no more than an inch from Ichigo's, then he bent down and locked gazes with the orange-haired man.
"'Less you're scared a'course," he added.
Ichigo scowled at that, stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of the front of Grimmjow's t-shirt, yanking him down to eye-level, "In your dreams," he murmured before pressing those oh so soft lips to his.
Grimmjow instantly pulled the strawberry closer and delved deeply into his mouth. Ichigo tasted like the grilled chicken sandwich he'd been eating, as well as something fruity. Absolutely delicious. When the orange head moaned softly, and made his tongue more aggressive, Grimmjow had to pull back for fear of losing himself to his more carnal side, and dragging Ichigo off to the nearest bathroom for some public sex.
"Who's watchin' the group?" he asked curiously. Ichigo sighed, continuing to clutch his t-shirt.
"Byakuya and Renji."
"Mm, we should get back."
"R-right," Ichigo stated hesitantly. Grimmjow knew Ichigo wanted to do anything but stop, because he felt the exact same way.
Before Ichigo could walk off, Grimmjow pulled him into another soft kiss before murmuring, "We c'n finish this after work if ya want." He nuzzled Ichigo's cheek while he waited for a response.
"I'd like that."
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