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Liquor Flip	By : Iori Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 3126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Finale
Grimmjow frowned thoughtfully at all the paperwork he was staring at. Ichigo's godfather had pulled out all the necessary documents needed for businesses in food and beverage. Everything from how much money was needed to start to all the legal and code paperwork. He felt his eyes crossing at all the small print. Thankfully the normally flamboyant man was serious. Grimmjow didn't think he could handle the cheery jokes and sarcastic quips. Kisuke was sitting on the floor near the coffee table going over each part. Papers were scattered between the two as Grimmjow tried to keep up.
"God there's so much shit to do." He grumped as he reached for another stack.
"Even if you have other people in charge of this stuff, you still need to know how to take care of it." The blonde replied behind the paper he was reading.
"I know! I know. Just, fuck. There's so many more rules than I even realized." He covered his face with his hand and massaged the bridge of his nose.
"It's a really big undertaking. Any type of business really is, but food service more so. It's not like retail with just supply and demand, but also health code and licensing and whatnot." Kisuke looked up and sighed softly at Grimmjow. "That's enough for today. We'll work on you business model next time."
"Yeah, sorry." Grimmjow cleared his throat and stood up to stretch. "Thanks for all the code information."
"I'm pretty sure you're in this 100%. It's tough, but I think you're going to be able to hack it." The other man stood and gathered up his notebook.
Grimmjow walked the blonde to the door carrying a bag of Tupperware. Kisuke had agreed to help Grimmjow get started and had asked repayment in the form of foodstuffs. He had prided himself on being quite the connoisseur of different dishes, but most especially on baked goods. Each weekly visit had him going home with a meal to reheat for himself and his equally eccentric family and a few dozen pastries to sell at his shop. Grimmjow had agreed seeing as the man could very well be asking more than that and he was driving in from a ways out for their meetings. Each following week though Kisuke would tell him how the choice pastries went over with his customer base. For the weeks that they had been meeting up Hat n' Clogs shop had regular customers looking forward to the new sweets. They'd even realized that Wednesdays were usually when Kisuke was out. Thursday mornings they'd be there when the store opened.
Grimmjow trudged back to the couch after Kisuke had left. The man had given him an information overload every single time he came by. It was great to have someone to explain everything, but it tired him out beyond belief. He knew that if just the paperwork wore him down it was going to be tenfold once he actually did get started. Kisuke had explained that it normally took two years to see if a business would be able to be successful. That those two years were the hardest and the fundamentals needed to be spot on. Grimmjow trusted that. The man had been in entrepreneurship in japan. He knew business inside out and was successful at it. Then he'd just packed up and moved across the ocean to the states and opened up a convenience store/ vintage candy shop in the suburbs and had been going strong.
He'd been dozing in and out when the door opened snapping him awake. Grimmjow tried to never miss a moment of Ichigo arriving home from work if at all possible. He liked watching his boyfriend go through his little habits each time. they were endearing. Also, he very much liked seeing Ichigo's firm butt in his office jeans. The slim leg pants were very attractive on the other man and he definitely was okay with that. He slid up on his elbows and openly leered knowing that it embarrassed the other man. Sure enough, Ichigo tensed feeling the lusty stare. Grimmjow chuckled at the tightened shoulders and whistled.
"Grimm do you have to do that every time?" Ichigo asked while turning around.
"As long as you are wearing them jeans, yes." He replied easily while standing up to properly greet his boyfriend.
"You gotta work tonight?" Ichigo asked while wrapping his arms around Grimmjow's neck.
"Yea. Short night though. Six to midnight." He smirked and leaned down for a kiss. "You gonna stop in?"
" a proposal letter I have to do for a commission. I'm supposed to meet with the client first thing in the morning." He frowned.
"Hmm. Pity. I was hoping I'd get to see you in those torn up jeans you love so much." Grimmjow teased then bit his ear.
"You could just help me out of these." Ichigo responded with a heated look despite his blush.
Grimmjow loved the shape of Ichigo's eyes. The japanese man had a way with a bedroom look and it all had to do with how his eyelashes fanned when he looked down. It was perfectly sultry. Grimmjow glanced at his watch assuring himself that he had enough time to properly attend to the other. He smirked then leaned down and kissed Ichigo open-mouthed. It was hot and slow his tongue tracing every contour of the other's lips before delving inside. Hands tightened in his hair to a near painful point as the smaller man demanded more. His boyfriend, despite being shy about it, was insatiable once he got going. He loved it. Grimmjow crushed Ichigo up against the wall and attacked him with bites and kisses. He growled in enjoyment to the little sounds Ichigo was making. The taller man let off and dragged his tongue along a sharp jaw before standing straight up again.
"Bedroom. Now." He rumbled and grabbed Ichigo around the waist in a fireman's hold and went upstairs.
It wasn't long before they were tumbling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Grimmjow chuckled heartily at the affronted look Ichigo had given him. It was short-lived though as he resumed his task. He was careful not to destroy Ichigo's work polo despite his impatience. It was tossed somewhere behind him as he wasted no time in following with the grey tanktop the other man was wearing. Ichigo reached toward him attempting to even the playing field, but he was quick to react and grasped the smaller man's hands in one of his own.
"Ah-ah. I'm getting you out of your work clothes just like you asked." Grimmjow grinned snarkily and clipped his teeth at Ichigo.
The ginger mouthed of a curse in japanese but thrusted his hips up wantingly completely taking the venom out of it. It let Grimmjow know he'd be compliant for the time. He released the other's arms and set to work on his pants. He took his time sliding them down and followed with a trail of hickeys along narrow hips. When he reached the thatch of perfectly groomed pubic hair he grinned then licked a trail back up to his boyfriend's navel. Ichigo wiggled and moaned fighting back laughs at the ticklish sensation. His modesty was long forgotten as he begged for attention wordlessly. Grimmjow happily obliged by stroking his erection slowly and sliding the foreskin back to tease the head with his thumb. Ichigo hissed showing his approval and closed his eyes. His body arched sensually making Grimmjow lick his lips.
"God Ichi, you're so hot." He moaned.
Grimmjow pulled back and reached for the bedside table and rooted around for lube and a condom. He shuddered as he watched Ichigo idly stroke himself. He growled as he tore his own shirt off and tossed it aside. His pants followed quickly after. The ginger sighed and breathed deeply when he finally was getting prepared. Grimmjow's fingers breached deeply inside him curling and scissoring. A small grunt came from him at the slight discomfort. The stretching always caused him to shiver in anticipation. His lover's fingers were long and deft and easily mimicked the coming action. The shallow thrusts left him wanting more as his body seemed to ride against the invading digits of its own accord. Ichigo's legs splayed wantonly open giving an erotic view to the larger man.
"Stop teasing!" He griped as he arched upwards.
"Fine. But don't bitch to me later if your ass is sore." Grimmjow smirked and removed his fingers.
He wasted no time in ripping open the condom and rolling it over his hardness. A quick swipe of lube and he was ready. Ichigo threw his head back and gasped as he was penetrated. He breathed deeply and tried to relax his muscles to welcome Grimmjow in. The initial coupling always was exciting to him. He twitched around the other's erection trying to get used to the familiar fullness. Hand balled into fists in the sheets as Grimmjow slid in completely seated. Ichigo raised his hips and hooked his ankles over the back of his boyfriend's thighs. His right heel nudged the firm butt letting him know he was ready. A low moan escaped his lips as the man pulled out slowly and then pushed back in. He twisted a little asking for more. Grimmjow was happy to oblige. His hips snapped forward and he worked up to a quick pace. Ichigo urged him right along grabbing at his arms and clenching his thighs. Their hips met in frenzied movements desperately pushing toward climax. The bed creaked rhythmically and added to the gradually increasing chorus of pleasured moans. Ichigo was first to crest climbing upwards and hugging as close to Grimmjow's body as possible. The other's hips pistoned harder bring him to orgasm a moment later.
They collapsed together both taking deep breaths and basking in the afterglow. Eventually Grimmjow extricated himself causing a small grimace from his boyfriend. Ichigo rolled on his side with a huff so he could watch the other make his way to the adjoining bathroom. Grimmjow had the most perfect masculine ass and he was not ashamed to show it. It was a perk that Ichigo was privileged to. The door closed and he heard the shower come on. The rhythmic pulsing of the water pulled him into a sleepy daze. He sighed tiredly and drifted off. When Grimmjow was done he had already planned out their dinner. He grinned though seeing Ichigo's naked sleeping form. He couldn't resist the urge of running his hand over the bare flesh of his back. The smaller man made a small mewl of delight and slit his eyes open.
"You look tired Ichi. Go back to sleep, I'll wake ya up when I'm done cooking." He allowed a rare smile to cross his features.
"mmkay, Grimm." was the reply as Ichigo stretched and then grabbed the corner of the blanket and bringing it across his hips.

He hated when Ichigo got into one of his moods. There had been a lot of stress going on at his job and he was, for a lack of a better term, bitchy. His temper was on edge and it flared at the smallest things. Of course it didn't help that Grimmjow himself didn't exactly have patience. They argued so much this time that Ichigo excused himself from the situation by going back up to the office to finish work. Grimmjow had cooled down eventually by cooking. It was the one thing he did when fighting and punching the shit out of someone wasn't an option. Violently he'd tenderized meat and diced vegetables. By the time he'd had everything simmering his anger had died out. The town home felt so empty without Ichigo there. He sighed, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and the propped his body against the countertop waiting to turn the meat. He was glad he was off from Hollow's tonight. He didn't think he'd be able to deal with customers now. His energy had been sapped from arguing and it had put him in a foul mood.
When everything was done cooking he turned it to warm and sat at the table. He never admitted to being wrong, but he did send Ichigo a text telling him to come home and eat. An hour passed with no show or reply to his text. He scowled at his phone trying not to lose his temper again. Another beer found its way to the table, as did the entertainment section of the newspaper. He read through the new restaurant openings and reviews silently taking stock of things that seemed to be commonly touched on. At some point he found himself distracted with the 'times' crossword puzzle. Ichigo normally liked doing word and number games. The man had a sharp mind for them even being that his first language was not english. He sighed as he read through clues. He couldn't concentrate though. Thoughts of Ichigo ignoring his text made him tired and angry all at the same time.
It was well after midnight when Ichigo had made it back home. Grimmjow was asleep at the table on top of the newspaper. Ichigo sighed softly and dropped his bag by the door. The wild look of anger was absent from his boyfriend's face as he snoozed. Their argument earlier had been stupid, but his stress from his deadline at work made his fuse shorter than usual. The fact that one of the guys working on the project with them had been hitting on him at work had made him incredibly angry and they'd had to shift him onto another project after Ichigo had punched him. He hadn't told that to Grimmjow knowing that the other would have been up at his office causing a scene if he knew. Even when he was frustrated he still love the rough and tumble man. He leaned over his hand closing on the one laying on the table.
"Grimm...I'm hungry." He whispered as sensuously as he could before biting the other's ear.
Grimmjow's whole body shivered at the action as he became conscious. Ichigo stayed leaning over his cheek just barely grazing the other's hair. He knew that his boyfriend was awake though. Grimmjow sucked at feigning sleep. He blew into the exposed ear and smiled when another shiver wracked the slumped body. The man's head turned slightly and he was suddenly peering into irritated ice-blue eyes. Grimmjow was far from forgiving, but all that mattered now is that Ichigo was home and didn't seem to be mad anymore. He sighed roughly and freed his hand from the small grip on it to muss his fingers through his bangs.
"I'm still mad at you." Grimmjow grumped, but there was no anger in the statement making it a moot point.
"I know, I know. I was acting like a bitch." Ichigo huffed with a small smile. It wasn't an outright apology, but he knew Grimmjow understood he was sorry.
Grimmjow reheated everything despite how late it was and they ate in companionable silence. Afterwards a round of soft make-up sex ensued. Grimmjow reasoned that as long as their relationship had post fight tousles, then they could argue all they wanted. The disagreement had been forgotten by the time they both wound down to sleep. Grimmjow secretly smiled when Ichigo spooned him. He loved to play small spoon since it gave him an intense feeling of belonging. His mind at ease, they drifted off together.
Grimmjow hadn't been pleased at meeting up with Gin's accountant for the bar. He'd met the guy once and hadn't liked him one bit. Stoic green eyes peered at him from behind dark rimmed glasses. At least he hadn't been alone. Both Gin and Ichigo's eccentric godfather had met up too. Mr. Schiffer as they called him had reviewed all his business plans and paperwork with sharp precision. His scathing remark about Grimmjow's lack of training was undermined by Gin presenting the article about the even Ichigo had suckered him into catering. The bland facial expression hadn't changed, but he did seem to be interested in the concept. He agreed to meet up with them again to discuss expenses should they decided to go through with it.
The trio had then gone out for lunch. Urahara and Gin teased each other like old chums while Grimmjow suffered the brunt of their jokes about his relationship with Ichigo. He sighed tuning them out and instead assessing the place they were eating. His eyes drew over every fine detail from the cleanliness to the decor, the service, and the food itself. In a way he was sizing up all the things he was up against. He couldn't help it though. Ever since he'd become serious about his dream his mind never shut off when he went out. He'd wanted the same kind of easy appeal that Hollow's Hole had, with more focus on the food. He'd also wanted to stay local. He liked the metropolitan area they were in and it had seemed Ichigo did too.
He'd come home to a pretty normal sight of Shuuhei and Ichigo working on some kind of spread. He grunted a greeting then retreated off to the bedroom to change. He didn't particularly have a problem with Shuuhei, he admittedly got jealous though seeing the attractive dark-haired man so easily in Ichigo's company. He knew nothing ever happened though. THe one time he'd gone on a jealous binge he'd been corrected by saying that Shuuhei had a boyfriend in the military and he was not keen and having to fight the other man. He'd also concluded that he wasn't attracted to the other's whispy good looks. He prefered Grimmjow's gruff and more masculine build. He knew it was silly the get huffy about the other man, especially since he'd gone out of his way to help when the graduation party had been planned. It was just that he'd never had something so meaningful in his life and he had small fears that their lack of interests would push Ichigo away.
Shuuhei chuckled as Ichigo looked up with a scowl. "It seems that now that you guys are living together he's not too keen on my help."
"He's just being stupid. I already told him I wasn't interested in you and that you had a mean boyfriend." He said loudly enough for Grimmjow to hear.
"Hey, just because Ken's in the military doesn't say that he's mean." Shuuhei joked in a false affronted tone.
Grimmjow sighed and dropped his head. He knew he was being irrational. He trusted Ichigo and he had no reason to doubt Shuuhei. Not once had there ever been any sign of attraction between the two. He changed quickly into his work jeans and a ratty t-shirt. On his way out he interrupted the two artists conversation by pulling Ichigo up in a quick kiss before sliding on his work boots. He smirked at the way Ichigo's fingertips touched his lips in a soft sort of awe.
He found it funny that he had spent more time with Gin today he had in his own house. The bar owner grinned as Grimmjow walked into the building. Part of the evening crew were already there setting up for a band coming in. He's honestly forgotten that there was a gig tonight and attributed being called in as a last minute deal. Grimmjow always worked on gig nights though. Not only did he generate the most money, but the crowd often had newbies and they then became repeat customers. He smirked as he stationed himself behind the main bar and started getting things set up. He shoved a clean rag in his rear pocket then pulled his shirt off and tugged it through his belt loops. Grimmjow loved having a good crowd like he was sure would be in the place tonight, but he also wished Ichigo still had the free time to come showboat with him.
Ten minutes until nine, the first band started loading out. People started to swarm the bar for drinks before the music began. Grimmjow cranked out orders with a little bit of flair just so nobody would have to wait during the show. A slap to his ass almost made him drop a bottle. He turned angrily, but was met with the smirking face of his boyfriend. Ichigo easily snagged one of the beers from him and rolled it down his arm before popping it open and handing it to a customer.
"Ken got into town early and surprised Shuuhei, so I thought I'd come spend some time with you since work has been keeping me from doing so."
Grimmjow grinned and pulled Ichigo forward. "Since you're at work, gotta be in dress code." He yanked the graphic tee off causing the ginger to flush down to his shoulders. "You can have this back when we close." He smirked while tucking the garment into the back of his pants.
Needless to say, that had completely made his evening. He loved having Ichigo in the bar with him. He loved showing off and being able to stake a public claim on the asian man. He even enjoyed giving fanservice every now and again. Regular customers had mourned the other's graduation because it meant less of the attractive man, but they were exceedingly excited when he did show up. Grimmjow agreed, but for totally different, non-work safe reasons.
The evening had been near perfect for him. The old energy that had been between them at the bar before just sprung right back to life. Between sets they'd kicked up the flair and tried to out-do one another. The tip jar had been teeming with bills and Gin had been happily observing the business flow. Ichigo had despite all protest remained shirtless throughout the evening which had been a nice perk. Though it had been a little bit of a challenge to stay focused with his naked torso in such close proximity.
It was after 1am when they'd gotten home, but the energy crackling between them at the bar had induced a heady sensation in them both. Their hormones were worn down by a bout of heavy kissing against the door followed by one of the prized blow jobs Grimmjow loved receiving from Ichigo. He'd returned the favor by giving a bang up hand job while fingering his smaller lover to completion. Ichigo justified staying up later because he'd be telecommuting the following morning. Grimmjow had grinned to himself and allowed the snuggling that happened before the both succumbed to sleep.

After several meetings with Mr. Schiffer, the idea of a business partner had been brought up. It had been logical, but really Grimmjow didn't really know who to start with. Urahara was simply being a mentor and somewhat benefactor and was not particularly interested in a joint deal. He wasn't particularly comfortable with Gin being his partner either. The whole boss-worker relationship made it too weird in his opinion. His solution came in the form of one of the Monday night regulars. Starrk was a generally quiet man that always looked dead tired. He'd been coming to Hollow's on a regular basis and had befriended Grimmjow on his first night. Since then he'd always come in at the same time and sat at the far end of the bar nursing his same jack and coke. Somehow they'd gotten on the subject of Grimmjow cooking and wanting to open a restaurant. Starrk had seemed intrigued by the idea and then offered a suggestion. Loads of restaurant/ lounge type places had opened up. He was a supplier for Hookah tobacco and parts. Grimmjow hadn't thought before about having a separate area for Hookah, but Stark had been onto something. By the end of the evening, the older man had volunteered to be partners with Grimmjow.
The next time Urahara was in town, Grimmjow took him to Coyote Smokes to meet his new colleague. Some business planning was revised and more licensing was going to be needed, but the blonde had very much supported the idea. EVentually Mr. Schiffer was called back up and the changes were explained to him. Everything seemed like it was going to be a go for starting the Restaurant up. Now he could actually start on the physical planning. He worked his ass off at Hollow's in the evening and during the day scoped out possible locales. Sometimes with others and sometimes alone. Starrk had mentioned that having an older building rezoned and refurbished would probably be the easiest way to go. Grimmjow had seen the reason in that and justified if all went as planned and his business boomed, then he could eventually get a larger place.
After a while of searching, him and Starrk had agreed on an old out of business club a few streets over from Hollow's. The building itself was in pretty good condition. Two story with decent parking and space and still up to safety code. He'd snapped the deal up and taken his business loan out on the place to get started on renovations. The upstairs VIP/ dance floor was going to be the Hookah lounge. Grimmjow had told Starrk to name it. Los Lobos became the title for the lounge while Grimmjow had stuck with the team name he and Ichigo had used. Grind 15. He grinned as the titles were written out and both himself and his partner signed it off. Mr. Schiffer then came by with estimates on the changes to be done and how much money they could expect to be dishing out for the rezoning.
He'd been so excited with everything that he hadn't even told Ichigo all the things that were happening. His mind had been ablaze with all the new ideas for his place that he'd been too preoccupied. As soon as he'd gotten home he'd picked the Japanese man up and twirled him around all while laughing boisterously. Ichigo had blinked owlishly at him for a second before griping and pushing away at his arms. Grimmjow ignored the protests though and pulled him down to kiss the hell out of him. His lover was left in a confused state of question and lust.
"What the fuck Grimm?" he finally managed disentangling himself from strong arms.
"I can't fucking believe it! It's going to happen!" Grimmjow had eventually exclaimed while slouching down on the couch.
"What is? What are you talking about?" Ichigo responded and sat down next to him.
"Grind 15."
Realization dawned in his eyes. "WHAT? Why didn't you fucking say anything before?" he yelled more in happy surprise than anger.
"Now I know how you feel when you get all caught up in a project." He smirked.
"Grimm, that's awesome." Ichigo's expression softened into a smile. "Tell me all about it and then we'll go celebrate."
Grimmjow started from the meetings with Mr. Schiffer who was going to be the accountant for him. He explained how the plan had changed slightly and how Starrk had come into the picture. Ichigo had been thrilled and actually had liked the idea of a lounge and restaurant. It seemed to fit more in his opinion. They'd talked over what he was planning and Ichigo agreed to help with decorating and making a logo. The joy in his expression made Ichigo feel an overwhelming happiness and pride. He'd seen Grimmjow in a good mood, but never 'beaming'. It was new and made him feel toasty.
He took the rest of the evening off from working on his project and spent it on a date with the other. Ichigo dressed in what he knew were some of Grimmjow's favorites on him- black skinny jeans, graphic tee, and army green jacket. He'd more on one occasion gotten a compliment on the outfit (and how much Grimmjow enjoyed peeling it off him). They found themselves at a local ritzy -looking sushi bar. Grimmjow had commented on how he'd never understand how sushi was so creatively decorated and prepared. Ichigo had sworn if he'd been raised in japan with his love of food preparation, then he would understand the art and probably excel at it. Grimmjow did admire the manner in which each was rolled. The small table in the corner was full of intricately rolled sushi, sashimi, and sides. The pair sat on one side sharing a cask of sake and sampling pieces from the sushi boat. Grimmjow grinned as he noticed people eyeing the two of them and giving longing looks. He played it up as he snatched a piece of sushi from Ichigo's chopsticks tilting his head toward their spectators subtly. The ginger blushed and looked down focusing on his sake- filled choko. He knew his boyfriend liked to show off, but even more so it seemed he like enjoyed showing off their relationship.
"Ichi, I'm in a good mood. Let's give them a show." He murmured sensuously.
"Grimm... You know I hate public displays." He grumbled, eyes still on the table.
Grimmjow smirked. "This coming from the man who groped me at work on more than one occasion."
Ichigo jerked his head up. "That was in a bar not a fancy place like this." His cheeks were aflame still causing the other to chuckle.
"It's pretty common for couples to kiss on dates though." Grimmjow gave a sexy tilt of his head and lowered his lids to bedroom eyes.
The lusty look did him in and despite his embarrassment he leaned in kiss his boyfriend. Grimmjow latched onto the back of his neck and dragged him closer thoroughly plumping his lips. Ichigo was quick to pull away his blush crawling down his neck and reddening in intensity. His fingertips brushed against his lips still tingling dully. Ichigo sighed again. He should have known that Grimmjow would cause an embarrassing situation for him. He could practically feel the victorious smirk coming from the other. On any other night, he would have punched the other man for being so brazen. He decided to let it go since they were celebrating the physical start of a dream. The rest of their meal went on without further incident much to Ichigo's relief.
The sake they had shared at dinner had more than loosened inhibitions. Grimmjow was pleased to find out that hiding in all the embarrassment was a closet exhibitionist. It started out as Ichigo just pawing at him on the way out of the restaurant. It evolved into the ginger biting and licking at his ear and neck as he drove. He could tell that his boyfriend wanted more. If he wasn't so sure he'd crash, he would have let Ichigo suck him off right then and there. He knew that he wouldn't have been able to focus on driving had that been the case unfortunately. By the time they'd gotten home he was painfully erect. As soon as the car pulled in to park Ichigo had pretty much jumped across the seat lips seeking out Grimmjow's.
"Fuck Ichi...you're asking for it." He growled pulling back just enough to remove his seat belt.
"I'll give you a good reward." Ichigo slurs out in response while sliding down to rest his cheek on Grimmjow's lap.
Grimmjow moaned as Ichigo's cheek pressed down against his straining penis. He pushed the ginger's head away just enough to unbutton his pants. Sharp little teeth snipped at his hand causing him to frown and jerk it back. The sight of his boyfriend pulling the zipper slowly down with his mouth more than made up for it. Ichigo wasted no time freeing his erection and attacking it with fervor. He swiped at the tip messily before opening his mouth and taking it in. Quickly he started a frenzied pace of bobbing up and down and sucking harder as he got to the head. Grimmjow groaned deeply and tore his fingers through Ichigo's sunfire tresses. He threw his head back ramming it against the headrest when the mouth teasing his cock pushed further down taking him all the way in. He could feel the pulsing of Ichigo fighting to gag. Spit dribbled sloppily down plump lips as he swallowed. The muscles contracting around him pulled a growl from his throat and he clenching his hands trying not to face fuck his boyfriend. Teasingly Ichigo backed off before surging forward again to repeat the action. It drove Grimmjow mad every time and even more so now that Ichigo seemed to be doing so with such abandon.
"Fuck. S'good." He grunted before pulling Ichigo off and pushing the seat release to give them more space.
Ichigo enthusiastically climbed into his lap and undid his own pants. Grimmjow ripped them down just enough to free the weeping length from within. He was about to grab their erections together when Ichigo smacked his hand away and instead did the deed himself. His hand closed around both their sexes and began pumping hard and fast. Ichigo hissed and ground his hips in tandem with his moving hand. One thing for sure that Grimmjow knew was that even handjobs from his boyfriend were completely satisfying. He repeatedly rammed his head against the seat while Ichigo stroked and twisted. His left hand unclenched and slid down the back of the smaller man's jeans teasing his puckered entrance. As his finger sunk inside Ichigo shot forward thrusting up into his own hand and rubbing deliciously against Grimmjow. The repeated tunneling of his fist and pistoning of the finger penetrating him brought him to a swift release. His walls clenched against the invading appendage as he coated their members but continued to stroke. Eventually Grimmjow reached his zenith and he too climaxed. They both sat panting for several minutes until Ichigo grimaced at his leg prickling.
"Don't think we're done yet." Grimmjow growled not wanting to waste Ichigo's particularly amorous mood.
Ichigo nodded and slid off him to right his own pants ignoring the semen mess on his hands and clothes. Grimmjow followed suit then almost kicked the door open to get out of the car. A slam sound the next moment and then the passenger door was being thrown open. His boyfriend didn't even have a chance as he was wrenched from the seat and tossed in a fireman's hold. Lazy drunken protests were pounded against his shoulder, but he didn't care. The door was closed loudly and he quickly proceeded into their town home to continue ravishing the japanese man.

Grimmjow learned that Starrk was a pretty efficient man for looking so tired. He'd gone over the zoning and safety forms and caught anything erroneous in the paperwork. Everything had been running along fairly smoothly. Urahara had sent his wife with the pair of them to help with designing the interior. Grimmjow at first had a ton of ideas, but their were a few that him and Starrk had agreed on as musts. One had been seating. Both the restaurant and the lounge had to have comfortable chairs. The other had been lighting. Grimmjow had been pretty adamant about low, cozy lighting with a few shocks of neon, but nothing too modsy. Yoruichi had listened to his requests and brought in sample photos of things she thought would work. They had discussed color and space layout with little disagreement, but when they'd gotten to the wall designs Grimmjow had refused to listen. He had firmly stated that Ichigo was going to draw up something to be painted on the main walls. She'd relented at that teasing Grimmjow about her godson until he was red in the face. After that she'd gone over how to maximize space without sacrificing the amount of seating. Starrk had then talked to her about the upstairs lounge set up. They'd worked a floor plan that included a small service bar in addition to the main area for Hookah equipment, plus they did a mockup of where the couches and other seating would go. EVentually he flipped his hand at her agreeing with whatever floor placement.
After all that, the builders had come into remodel everything while Grimmjow and Starrk had met with Mr. Schiffer on their budget. The money part was Grimmjow's least favorite. Starrk had gone over the few things that Urahara had left out since he too had a business. He hated dealing with the pale accountant because it always made him feel stupid, but Gin had said that their was none better. So far they had been sticking to their budget and hadn't done any excess spending. Grimmjow knew it was because Urahara's 'donation' that had gotten him the approval of a bigger loan. He didn't want to over step even a little bit, just in case.
In between the time he was working and planning out the restaurant he worked on his menu. Begrudgingly he'd let Ichigo take things into the office knowing that he couldn't base it completely on just what his boyfriend liked. He also didn't want to admit that it was helping him decide what would be permanent items and what would be special. Each trial had a paper sent with it for yes or no. A lot of the items he'd developed were a fusion of rich food with sports bar food. Things like prime rib burger or crab cake po'boy had thus far gotten the most approvals. He'd also remembered to write his recipes down knowing he'd eventually have to train someone to help with the cooking. He grimaced at the idea, he hated teaching other people.
Ichigo had been busy with his own projects, but every week he was in the building watching to see how it was shaping up. Once the major renovations were done he'd gone in and measured out the walls he was going to paint on and started sketching out and painting in designs. In the lounge he'd decided on simple black walls with coyotes howling at the moon. Starrk had laughed at the coincidence when he'd met Ichigo in person and introduced his first name as 'Coyote'. He'd liked it well enough though. His first idea in the main bar had been decided way before. Grimmjow had yet to see the whole thing though. The main wall in the bar had already been half done in a desert mimicking the basic black and white upstairs. The two far ends of the wall had a man in black and a man in white their clothes blowing in the wind. It was simple from far away, but when one got closer it was silhouettes of himself and Grimmjow. The last design he was working on was a corner area where the pool tables and a punching bag would be. He'd drawn it out on the wall, but hadn't gotten to the paint part. One wall on the corner had a demon-type figure with a horned mask. The opposite wall had a large panther that seemed to dissipate into the background. He felt the ominous figures fit well considering what was going to be around it.
Throughout his process he'd been snapping pictures with his phone and sending them to Shuuhei for his blog. When he'd first told Grimmjow, the man had nearly lost his temper not wanting the unfinished building to be seen. When he'd calmed he'd seen the reasoning for it and even muttered a very tiny apology. His sour mood had been broken though when Ichigo had ripped down the tarp hiding his masterpiece on the main wall. Grimmjow had stood in awe instantly recognizing their profiles. He'd smirked at how even the wall copied the name. And concerning the name, him and Starrk had agreed on gothic black lettering on a clean white background. It packed a punch and left an impression. The logo had been stamped on the entrance doors and the bar wall while an inverted version adorning the floor and the black glass doors to the lounge. When the tables and bar top came in, it would have the same mark.
Eventually the furniture started coming in. Yoruichi was there on those days sassing the movers and telling them where to place everything. Grimmjow had gotten quite the laugh out of seeing her boss around a bunch of huge men. They'd all cowered quite easily, no one talking back. The couches in the lounge were all low, slant- back, black leather. Starrk said they reminded him of his high school smoking days. Matching ottomans came with them and were arranged around glass-top coffee tables. The far corner wall had been fitted to have a round booth installed for a larger group. Instead of a large table two smaller ones were placed to make for easy access in and out. Once everything had been set Starrk had decided to 'test' the new things out. When Grimmjow had come up to see the progress, he saw the older man stretched out across one of the low couches with the tobacco flavor list over his face.
With the building set up, he needed to finalize his food and drink list, get suppliers, and start working on hiring. Ichigo had told him to hire Shuuhei to design him a webpage to start accepting applications and get the name and coming soon pics out. He'd admitted that the dark-haired man was fairly good at that from what he knew from Hollow's. Soon enough, he'd started getting applications. After that when he'd get home from working at Hollow's he and Ichigo would sift through the apps and set aside the ones who were potential call backs. He'd then take those stacks when he'd meet up with Starrk so they could make final decisions.
Grimmjow's other stress was that he couldn't decide what to choose for his menu. So many of the dishes he'd let Ichigo take to the office and Gin serve at the bar had high approvals. Ichigo then offered up a suggestion of doing monthly rotating menus. Then he wouldn't have to sacrifice the meals he liked. The idea seemed plausible since they'd decided to go with paper menus until things were more steady. He took Gin's advice on the taps to have, and had pretty much decided on a limited bar focusing on certain specialty drinks. He wanted more focus on the food anyway.
When him and Starrk had finally gotten what they thought was a good list of call backs, they set up a time between their schedules to do interviews. They'd taken one whole day to meet their choices. Interviews were conducted in the lounge so that it would be a more relaxed environment and they'd get a better idea of the personalities. Grimmjow and Starrk both alternated off on asking questions. The first round of applicants had proved to be decently fruitful. Grimmjow had a hostess picked and a lead bartender. Starrk too had a potential for the lounge. A few more rounds had them a near full staff. Starrk had two full-time for the lounge and Grimmjow had found enough wait staff and bar tenders plus two chefs in training. The crew had been eclectic to say the least.
With his first few month menus finalized Grimmjow was able to focus on training. He dreaded it, but it helped that most of the people he'd hired had prior waiting or tending experience. Starrk had taken his two to his smoke shop and gone over all the proper maintenance for the Hookah lounge. Mila Rose had been in a hookah bar before so he'd pretty much made her his manager and showed her how he expected restock and cataloguing to be done. Each day of training rewarded his staff with one of his meals. It had let them get comfortable with the menu and what was in each dish so they could tell people about it should the need arise.
The staff had been surprised when Ichigo had come in. They'd all had respect for Grimmjow, but were still intimidated by him to a degree. Nobody really knew anything outside of him being an amazing cook and one of the joint owners of the place. They all stared as the mandarin-haired man leaped over the bar with ease and walked back into the kitchen. Each of the staff awaited Grimmjow's inevitable yelling, but after a moment it never came. The kitchen staff came out followed by Grimmjow and the japanese man.
"Alright. I know you're all dying to say shit, but this is Ichigo. You sure as hell better show him the same damn respect you show me." He smirked and wrapped an arm around Ichigo's waist knowing the other was blushing. "He's worked just as hard on helping me get this place set up. If you got a problem with me liking dick then you can walk your ass out the door."
"Grimm, shut up. That's not necessary" Ichigo frowned, but stayed still at his side.
When no one moved, he grinned again. "Well now that you've seen him and know he's my boyfriend get used to seeing him. He's the one who did all this art and designed your shirts. If you try to start shit with him..." He left the sentence incomplete but motioned to the sign on the wall behind the bar.
If you decide to Break shit Throw Shit Talk shit Start shit The owner reserves the right to beat your shit.
Ichigo sighed and shook his head when he noticed the sign. "Figures. Guess that's what the punching bag was for." He pulled away. "Anyway, the shirts are what I'm here for. Those and VIP passes came in."
As it drew closer to the proposed opening Grimmjow had unfortunately quit Hollow's so he could focus on his own place. Gin had offered him mock tears, but had been sad to him go. No one really filled the part as well, but he hadn't really lost business to it. In fact, Ichigo had given him VIP passes for the pre-opening party to pass out to people. He'd pulled Ichigo into his office and told him he was free to come in and flair anytime he wanted. The ginger had chuckled and hadn't outright rejected the idea, but he knew if that was the case he'd be doing it for Grimmjow.
After his day at the office Ichigo had gone straight to the restaurant to help with getting everything trucks delivering alcohol and food had come in as well as Starrk's own supply of tobacco and coals. Grimmjow had a meticulous way about his bar and despite the smaller selection had set it up near identical to his station at Hollow's. Only the bar tenders and kitchen staff were present for the unloading, but it seemed Grimmjow had it under control. Ichigo opted to help Starrk set up the lounge. He even got a quick run down on how to maintain hookahs and how to set one up for maximum enjoyment. The two of them shared the orange and mint flavored smoke. He grinned as Starrk yawned dramatically after a round.
"Okay. okay. It's already after nine so go home. I'll make sure this gets all cleaned up." Ichigo made a shooing motion with his hands.
Starrk nodded and rose from the stool as if it took all his effort not to fall over. It was part of his natural demeanor, but it still amused Ichigo. "Oi Grimmjow, I'm out." He called while lumbering down the stairs and yawning again.
A muffled "Get the fuck out of my bar!" followed by hearty laughter was the response.
Ichigo watched in delight from his perch at the lounge bar. Starrk rubbed the back of his head and lazily flicked the other man off before leaving. For a few moments Ichigo sat alone puffing at the hookah. He listened to Grimmjow dismissing his workers with amiable cursing and smiled. After a while he heard the lock click on the doors followed by his boyfriend's heavy footsteps. He smiled as he watched Grimmjow ascend the stairs and then lean on the doorway in his 'cool guy' pose. Ichigo's chuckled caused the other to mock pout before approaching him.
"Didn't know you smoked." He commented nodding his head at the hookah.
"Not often. Went to hookah bars a few times with other design students." He shrugged and took an inhale. "You?"
Grimmjow barked in laughter. "I was a juvenile delinquent for a good portion of my life. I think smoking was a requirement." He held his hand out for the hose.
Ichigo passed it off while exhaling slowly letting the smoke make curls as it left the corner of his mouth. Grimmjow took a deep inhale and closed his eyes. it was a moment before he breathed out a large cloud. He smirked and tilted his head opening his eyes as if challenging the smaller man. Ichigo merely chuckled and shook his head knowing better than to take him up on that unless he wanted to pass out or feel nauseous. Grimmjow shrugged and took another hit and showed off with smoke rings.
"I'm not impressed." Ichigo said with a grin.
"Oh? Then you do better." Grimmjow retorted.
Ichigo snatched the hose and breathed deeply. Grimmjow was surprised though when instead of blowing out he grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him forward. His lips parted in anticipation of the coming smoke. He never expected Ichigo to be one into shotgunning, but his new found information had him liking the hookah idea that much more. The shared smoke then turned into a languid kiss.
"I hope you never did this with any of those guys." Grimmjow rumbled between kisses.
"Why? Does it bother you that I may have?" Ichigo challenged while biting the other's lower lip.
"I'll have to beat the shit out of some people to make them forget the sexy look you're giving." Grimmjow snarked in response.
Ichigo hung the hose on the air valve and then wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck. "Then I guess it's a good thing that I never did." They kissed again without the smoke this time.
"You know, this place hasn't been properly broken in." Grimmjow commented with a sly look. "I hear the couches are pretty comfortable."
"Don't even think about it. Starrk'll kill you if you soil one of those." He smirked and tapped the perfectly shaped nose in front of him.
"He's not here. And well, what he doesn't know..." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh please. The man is an ex-sniper. You think he wouldn't notice that?" Ichigo pulled away. "If you can be patient and keep it in your pants, we'll see if we can get you all relaxed when we get home."

A few days later the found themselves at the airport waiting on Ichigo's family. Ichigo's overly zealous father had wanted to be present for the opening day and Yuzu had wanted to see Grimmjow's restaurant. The moment they had disembarked from the plane Ichigo's father had come running at them. Grimmjow laughed as Ichigo smacked the man to the ground. The darker haired sister sighed in exasperation at the theatrics and dragged their father up. Yuzu followed close being apologizing to the people he'd knocked over in his haste.
"Come on you old goat. You're making a scene."
"I can't believe you still act like that." Ichigo griped while grabbing Grimmjow's arm and walking away.
"Ichi-nii wait up." his sisters called after him.
After dragging the sobbing man out of the terminal they grabbed their bags from the carousel and then made their way to the town home. Grimmjow was a little bit eager to show off so he cooked something for everyone. Yuzu had insisted on helping him. He smiled softly, affected by her innocent and kind nature. Ichigo's family had essentially accepted him right into their clan and added to the sense of belonging he had with the ginger. He could safely say that in the few times he'd met them he felt like one of them. It was more than he could have ever said about his own.
Afterwards they all went up to restaurant so Grimmjow could show off even more. Karin, had been stoic-faced the entire time, but even she seemed a bit impressed by the whole set up. Ichigo had placed himself at the bar and watched as his boyfriend led the small group around the place bragging about different aspects. He could tell the man was happy and proud. It was the best he'd seen Grimmjow since the flair competition they'd done together. Even the eccentric actions of his father didn't seem to annoy the other. Eventually Karin came back and sat at the bar with Ichigo in companionable silence. They shared the peace despite the sounds of praise and awe coming from Yuzu and their father. She gazed at her brother and found his face touched with a warm expression, far different from the scowling she was used to.
"Ichi-nii..."She whispered. "I guess I was right when you came off to school here."
"Hmm?" He turned away from watching Grimmjow to focus on his sister. "What do you mean?"
"I figured you would stay but if you didn't, your heart would." She sighed. "I haven't seen you happy like when you're with Grimm-nii." the corner of her mouth twitched up in a half smile.
"I dunno. Somehow I fell hard for the jackass." He stated with a playful smirk. "He's the best thing that's happened to me since I got here. If it weren't for his constant trying to start shit with me, I wouldn't have gotten as confident to try."
"So you really won't be coming home then?" Karin sighed.
"Heh, my home is here with Grimmjow now." He smiled at the dark-haired woman. "Japan will always hold my heart Karin, you know that." He grasped her hand squeezed it lightly. "Next year I can apply for citizenship."
"Ichi-nii we're proud of you, but we're going to miss you." Karin frowned. "You will come visit right?"
"Of course. It might take a while for it to get settled down, but both of us will okay?"
A loud crash interrupted the moment and Ichigo grimaced as he heard Yuzu's frantic apologizing followed by Grimmjow's cackling. "We'd better go see what that old goat has gotten himself into." Karin shared an expression with her brother.
They walked into the kitchen and found Yuzu putting pots away while Grimmjow had their father in a strong headlock. The pair of siblings had to laugh at the scene. At first glance their father looked to be in pain, but upon closer inspection his was trying to laugh and praise the blue-haired man's strength. After a moment Grimmjow dropped the other man with a laugh. Karin kicked her father telling him to stop making a mess and acting link an imbecile. After that he began whining about how Karin didn't love him anymore.
After the extended visit to the restaurant they came back home and discussed the schedule for the VIP preview night. Yuzu again had insisted on helping Grimmjow in the kitchen even though Ichigo's family were supposed to be guests. Of course the topic got on about what was going on back home. They spoke about Ichigo's friends and what they were up to. Karin told him that Chad had moved to spain for an internship and that Uryu had started his own practice and had broken down and asked Orihime to marry him. Ichigo had been surprised at all the activities. It was enjoyable company. Grimmjow had been brought into the conversation and they'd pretty much grilled him on all that had happened after Ichigo's graduation. He'd begrudgingly admitted that culinary school hadn't gone as planned. He'd ended up dropping it after several confrontations with the instructors. Ichigo's family had been sympathetic to the situation and were even more proud of Grimmjow for the restaurant opening.
Ichigo's father had wanted to celebrate as well so they found themselves eating at a galbi house. Grimmjow hadn't really gotten to experience korean food served in a traditional manner. He was amazed at the sheer amount of food. He didn't know where to start until Ichigo motioned to the soup in front of him. It was a mild kimchi soup, but Grimmjow very easily knew it's purpose. The middle of the table housed a large plate of raw meats between two, round grills. Located around those were a myriad of banchan. Very few of them had he seen before. Kimchi was of course the most recognizable, but then Yuzu had gone into an explanation of all the different kinds and all the side explained that while the meal was korean, it hadn't been uncommon for him to eat at such places in japan. Grimmjow was anxious to try some of them, and others not so much. The japchae looked the most intriguing to him. As Ichigo placed the meat on the grill in front of them he sampled the sides. He watched everyone as they enjoyed the food. It made him wonder if that was how it would be in his own place. Their meat cooked quickly and then Ichigo instructed him on the proper way of eating it. He follow the ginger's actions of grabbing a lettuce leaf and folding the meat into the center and consuming it. He found he enjoyed the flavor. The crisp bitterness of the green contrasted nicely to the sweet and vaguely spicy juices of the meat.
After a long and filling meal the group returned to the town house for their sleeping arrangements to be set. Ichigo's sisters agreed to share the second bedroom upstairs while their father got the air mattress that had been set up in the downstairs living room. Having the home full made Ichigo extremely happy even if he didn't outwardly show it. Grimmjow could tell though. As they'd hunkered down for bed exuberant goodnights from the elder Kurosaki were shouted, but quickly quieted with Ichigo's fist. Quieter more reserved ones came from the twins both even wishing Grimmjow a good night. When everyone had settled in the two men went to their shared room. Ichigo kept smiling to himself as he went about getting ready for bed. Grimmjow could tell that seeing his family had meant a great deal to him.
"So, I noticed you're smiling a lot." Grimmjow commented with a smug grin. "What's all this then?"
Ichigo chuckled. "I was so used to the sounds of my dad and sisters in Japan. I guess I never realized how much I missed that."
"You know, you could have just been straight and got some girl knocked up." He joked.
"Grimm, that's not even funny. First off, I'd make a horrible dad. second, I can't get it up for anything feminine."
He laughed not expecting that admission. He'd figured Ichigo would have started blushing and scowling. "Always knew you liked them manly bits huh?" That comment did it though.
"It's not like I didn't try to date girls. It's just that I like flat planes, muscle, and chiseled features. That and the sweet nothings of women's voices did absolutely nothing for me. What about you mr. tough guy?" Ichigo shot back.
"Meh, I'm open minded. I just wanted to be with someone who could fight with me. Very few women could do that." He shrugged and motioned for Ichigo to stop dawdling and join him in bed. "Now as for you, I think you'd make a damn good father, but I'm not willing to give you up. I'll get you a cat."
Ichigo looked at Grimmjow increduously before cracking up and climbing into bed. "A cat? Grimm really?"
"It's my final offer. Take it or leave it." He stated while curling his arms up.
"All I need for now it you." the japanese man reaffirmed and then curled up to his side.
The next few days were stressful. Ichigo had taken time off work to help Grimmjow get the place all set up for VIP night. He'd made small centerpieces with the meal for the evening to set in each place. Shuuhei had stopped in earlier and left his camera and equipment for getting photos for the webpage. He'd also picked up the business cards they'd had printed up earlier in the week. Grimmjow's staff was also in doing food prep, rolling silverware, and cleaning up for the event. Starrk had been in and out a few times bring in extra hookahs from his collection for the premier week. Everyone had been busy. Urahara and Yorouichi had both stopped in to check on everything as well. Ichigo's godfather had been nice enough to supply energy drinks from his shop for everyone doing set up.
Everyone's nerves had been edge. Grimmjow had been yelling about everything almost. He'd even cussed Starrk out before covering his face and apologizing. The older man had been the only one lax through the whole ordeal and had merely yawned and flicked his wrist sleepily. Truth was that Grimmjow was nervous, and he hated feeling that way. He'd been mostly confident and when he was unsure about something he barrel through it violently. This time though he couldn't do that. He wanted his restaurant to be successful and he just couldn't throw caution into the wind. Ichigo finally had enough of his tantrums though and dragged him out to the back parking lot. They'd kicked and thrown punches until they were both dirty, tired, and laying on the ground laughing. It had worked on calming him down.
By the time Wednesday had rolled around for preview night everything was set to go. Grimmjow had instructed Yuzu on the dishes he was making and had her helping his kitchen staff. Karin had wanted to be out of the thick of things and had bummed about with Starrk in the lounge. He'd given her a basic rundown of how to change coals so that she could help should he need it. Ichigo was there to greet people and take their VIP cards while the hostess, Nel walked them to their tables. Anyone who had been part of the team to get the restaurant running had been given cards to hand out to friends and family members. Everyone from Grimmjow's old boss Gin to his accountant Mr. Schiffer had been invited. It wasn't a fancy affair by any means, but it did have a special menu. The meal and soft drinks were free, and only bar orders were charged. Same in the lounge, hookahs with standard tobacco were on the house. Special mixes or starbuzz were charged.
Grimmjow's meal had been set with an appetizer, entrée with sides, and a dessert. Stuffed grilled mushrooms, avocado tempura with aioli sauce, and bacon wrapped shrimp made up the first course. Honey-garlic chicken, skillet fries, grilled peppers and eggplant, and beer biscuits were for the main course. Cheesecake shots in varying flavors complemented by a dessert coffee rounded out the whole thing. Many of the guests ordered wines and beers to go with their food. A few asked for bartender specials. Grimmjow had pretty much given Yylfordt the reign to make whatever he wanted based on the assortment they had. Grimmjow had walked around between courses the see what everyone had thought. His responses had been pretty good and it had given him a confidence boost. As dessert had been passed out Grimmjow had gotten up on the bar and grabbed everyone's attention.
"I'm utter shit at making speeches as most of you here know." It garnered some laughter. "This is pretty much my way of saying thank you for giving my ass the chance to try to make my dream come true." He got a few cheers from some of the guests. "This place, Grind 15 and Los Lobos, wouldn't have even made it past a drunk thought in my mind if it weren't for two very important people."
Shouts of "Tell us!" and "story time" came out across the group seated.
"Hold your fucking horses!" He smirked. "Gin and Ichigo need to get their asses up here." He watched as his boyfriend and former boss came and sat on the bar next to him. "Gin you may recognize as the owner from Hollow's Hole. He used to be my old boss. I had a criminal record and a bad attitude, but he still gave me a chance. Saw my skill mixing drinks and got me off the streets and out of trouble."
"Ara, you're still a trouble maker brat." Gin responded with a playful grin.
"Shut up you old fox." Grimmjow nudged the silver haired man with his leg causing more laughter. "Ichigo is the 15 in Grind 15. It's a play on his lame ass name." He said with a smile earning a smack to his leg. "Actually, Ichigo gave me the balls to go through with this. I tried to be better because of him and when things got tough he was there to smack my ass around and knock the sense into me."
"What sense? You're still a dense block-head." Ichigo commented with a false scowl.
"Yea and you're still the little bitch that shares this block-head' bed every night." He retorted snarkily knowing it would make the other blush. "If he hadn't stumbled into Hollow's that one night with people claiming he was a better bar tender, I would still be over there shirtless, and making cocktails. He inspired competition in me and gave me a sense of belonging. It was his support and help that got me in touch with the right people. It's only proper that this place have his name as well."
People cheered and gave applause for him. He felt a huge weight lifted off his chest. When he jumped down from the bar, Gin smacked him on the back showing his pride at his former protegé. Grimmjow then pulled Ichigo close and dipped him down giving a very adamant kiss. That caused a ruckus of 'woohoos' and clapping. Ichigo's cheeks burned brightly and he turned to hide his face. Unfortunately it hadn't been quick enough and shuuhei, who had been taking pictures of everything had caught the perfect shot of the kiss.
"I want a copy of that." Grimmjow had yelled gleefully before again addressing the guests. "All you fuckers that like to smoke better go check out the lounge upstairs. My partner on this project, Starrk is a master at tobacco mixes. 'Sides, the lounge is cool as hell."
That being said, he disappeared back into the kitchen to start cleaning up. Once the VIP night was done everything was going to be reset and the staff was going to get the next day off. They had slated for a Friday grand opening. unbeknownst to him though, Ichigo had gotten the Foodistry Fare staff to agree for lunch there on the first day. He wanted them to get a good critique on the place in the next issue of their magazine to try to promote business. shuuhei had uploaded pictures from the event the same night and had the first menu up on the website ready for Friday. He'd also conned his office into lunch at the place just to show off what he'd been doing the side projects for. A few of the regulars from Hollow's had been waiting on the place to open up just for a chance to taste Grimmjow's cooking. He just had no idea how much promoting had gone on outside of what he'd already done.
Friday morning he was up before Ichigo his body thrumming in excitement. The place wasn't opening up until 11am, but he'd been raring to go at 7am. Two cups of coffee and a bagel with avocado and egg later had him running Ichigo out of bed for work. The ginger had grinned at his elation and had gotten ready in a flash and promised to stop by for lunch to eat with him. He'd left for the office prompting Grimmjow to go ahead and make his way to Grind. He'd gotten there about 9:30 and pattered about checking to make sure everything was ready. He started basic prep on foods that would need it and got vats of tea going for the pitchers. Around ten his first shift started coming in. He grinned at everyone. Seeing his logo on everyone's t-shirts had him internally dancing in anticipation. Nel had gone through all the serving sections with everyone and had explained to Tesla, who would be working in the lounge for the first few hours, that he'd need to come down to the bar to put in orders until afternoon shift came in.
Promptly at eleven they opened their doors to the public for the first time. A few moments after a small group of customers came in. The local businesses including a doctor's office and a few shops had people place pick up orders. After that it wasn't particularly a full house, but the traffic was pretty steady and that was more than he'd hoped for on the first day. Around 12:30 two large tables came in and ordered a large number of items and drinks. His youngest server had made a few mix ups in the ten-top order, but had quickly offered to fix them. The mistakes had gone down okay as the wrong order clients ended up happy with the dishes they'd gotten and hadn't minded. The other table had been the editors from Ichigo's company. They had all come in with notepads ready to assess the cuisine. The waitress immediately had gotten nervous and after taking their drink orders came back and told Grimmjow that food critics were present. He'd sighed and just told her to keep serving them and call him if there was a problem. They were amiable and had their meals without incident and also tipped well.
Later in the afternoon, Ichigo came in and sat at the bar. Yllforte immediately called Grimmjow letting him know. A quick kiss over the bar was shared and then he was back in the kitchen to make something for them. He brought out a crab cake sandwich and salad for Ichigo shortly and a burger for himself. He knew during the day his boyfriend liked lighter things so that he didn't get sleepy at work. They sat close together nudging eachother while they ate. Ichigo of course asked how business was going to which Grimmjow responded positively. He had high hopes for a decent dinner rush too. When their plates were done Ichigo had pecked Grimmjow on the cheek and told him to call when the place closed up since he had to be in the office late to make up for days off.
Dinner was much busier. The after fives started coming in and not only was the floor filled, but the lounge was pretty packed as well. Starrk had come in late in the afternoon to help Fransceska handle the lounge. The night serving crew were quick on their feet making very few mistakes. Grimmjow had gotten his second wind and was flairing up food in the kitchen like crazy. His chefs were in awe and tried to stay out of his way while still helping. By the time ten rolled around they had a few straggling tables and a decent sized mess to clean up. Starrk had the lounge pretty much in order and by their eleven o'clock close everything was set for shut down. Grimmjow's staff tidied up while he closed out the registers and took them to the office. Everyone was wiped and he was curious to see how their later night on saturday would be. He'd called Ichigo after the majority of the work was done and given him and estimated homecoming time.
He'd been just a few minutes off his ETA. Takeout box of dinner for the two in hand he entered their townhouse to find a note on the table. "Strip and bring dinner upstairs." He smirked and did as instructed. Everything was dark save for low lighting in their room and bathroom. His first thought was he'd shamelessly walked through the house while their guests were still present, but the fact That Ichigo was sitting on the edge of a filled bathtub in all his naked glory nicked that idea. A iced bucket with his favorite wine sat on the corner with two flutes. He set the boxes down and joined the other man.
"My dad and sisters went to stay with Urahara. Tonight we get to celebrate." He leaned senuously forward and kissed Grimmjow on the neck. "You still have some energy for that right?"
Grimmjow nodded and slid into the water. The scent of lavender and lemon assaulted his senses and he finally noticed the oil in the bath. Ichigo followed suit and the proceeded to pour wine for them. After he handed Grimmjow a flute he leaned back against his chest and sighed in relaxation. They sat there quietly just enjoying the feeling of warm water on naked skin. Grimmjow sighed as his muscles loosened. It was the perfect thing to come home to after the busy day.
"Grimm, here's to many successful days." Ichigo turned just slightly to clink his glass. "May they never grow stale."
"As long as you're here I'm sure I'll never get bored." He smirked then took a drink.
Sip by sip the wine disappeared and Ichigo became more impatient to ravish Grimmjow. He set his glass on the edge of the tub then tilted his head far enough back that he could latch onto the powder blue locks and pull him down for a kiss. Grimmjow abandoned his wine as well and focused on the lapful of wet skin pressed against him. Arousal easily found him and soon enough he was grinding softly against firm butt pressing down against him. Ichigo moaned softly and pulled away just slightly. Grimmjow didn't let him get far. He sat up quickly and pressed the smaller man against the side of the tub and began trailing kisses over his shoulder and back. Muscles tensed under the feathery touches causing him to exhale softly. Ichigo leaned forward so that his hips were raised and his head rested on the edge of the bath while Grimmjow's tongue traced his spine. He flushed and gasped as his cheeks were parted and that same appendage delved inside. The teasing and probing had him biting his arm to keep from mewling. He pulled back and chuckled as Ichigo's body seemed to follow.
"Someone is impatient tonight." He commented while giving a light slight slap to Ichigo's pert rear.
"Shut up." the ginger replied and reached into the basket next to the tub to throw a lubricant tube at the other.
Grimmjow caught it and wasted no time slicking his fingers up and teasing Ichigo even more. He bit his lip as he watched his boyfriend push back against the digits. It was enough to get him painfully erect. The fingers slid out with ease and he worked on coating his member. Ichigo's body was quivering with want. He gasped as the head of Grimmjow's penis breached him. A deep breath caused him to relax and welcome the turgid length into his body. Grimmjow's grunt of approval made him moan again. When the other was fully sheathed within him he let out a slow, steady breath.
"Move." He whisped.
The larger man was more than happy to oblige. The pace started slow. Ichigo arched up as he pulled out and then spasmed when he drove in deeply. Long deep thrusts drew loud moans of pleasure from his lips. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room in a cacophony of lewd noise. Grimmjow sped his thrusts up and held tightly to the lean hips so that Ichigo's body would not crash into the side of the tub. Water lapped at his thighs as he pistoned quickly. The ginger was close and he could feel the muscles tightening around him. A moment later Ichigo crested body quivering around the hardness inside. Grimmjow groaned deeply and pushed as far as he could go before sliding back and then slamming home again. A few thrusts later he climaxed filling Ichigo with his essence. Slowly he extricated himself and they slid carefully back into the water.
"Dinner's cold you know." Grimmjow stated with a smirk.
"We can always heat it up."

Grimmjow grinned at the framed newspaper and magazine articles him and Starrk had hung in the lounge. One was from Foodistry Fare, the same magazine that he'd done the party food for. One of the newspaper clippings was for Grind as a whole and the other was specifically about Los Lobos Lounge. All were praising the new business and wishing it well. The staff and menu had grown a little as there now was a steady flow of business. He'd added another chef, but she was hired on specifically for catering. Starrk had rearranged the seating upstairs and had an open area for belly dancing twice a week. Slowly their place had begun growing. Mr. Schiffer had checked in with them frequently informing them of the profit. Everything was going well and Grimmjow had slowly started paying Ichigo's godfather back despite his protests.
"Make sure you don't fall asleep on the job old man." Grimmjow smacked Starrk on the back amiably.
"Yea, Yea. Just don't offend anybody while you're in Japan." he yawned widely. "It's too much work having your kind of energy."
Grimmjow laughed heartily. "can't promise that." He snickered. "Take care of everything while I'm gone." He reminded and then turned to leave.
"Everything will be fine. Now go before your boyfriend leaves you here. You're tiring me out." Starrk shooed him out with a lazy half smile. "Grind is doing fine. You've built up enough to stand without you for a few days." He murmured to himself. And he truly did believe it.

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a/n: Finally! Finally got this done! Hopefully it was worth the wait. a few notes about what's in here. Hopefully my dear blackstorm is satisfied with the conclusion.
I didn't go in depth with all the business stuff because writing about paperwork and permits is boring.
Grimmjow is a bit out of character being mushy 'n all, but did try to retain the majority of his personality.
The korean dishes are based off a standard galbi style meal. raw meat that you cook on the table with lots of sides. Japchae is clear noodles. It's one of my personal faves along with spicy lettuce.
Grimmjow and Starrk's staff include Yylforte, mila-rose (franceska), Tesla, and Nel for sure. I left the others up to imagination.
I need to not write about food for a while. it's made me so hungry.
Thanks again for reading. Love you all.
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