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Underneath It All	By : Raceysama Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 4161 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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CHAPTER 9: TAKE OUR TIME
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XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
May 2008
Grimmjow was in a mild state of shock. When he'd gone into Ichigo's apartment, he'd had no intentions of kissing the orange-haired youth, but his brain-mouth filter had failed him. Seeing Ichigo again had flooded his system with enormous amounts of relief and...happiness.
Then the idiot tried to pretend as if avoiding him wasn't a problem. Grimmjow would admit that he'd let his anger get the best of him, as he shoved Ichigo into his own apartment, bent on getting him to talk. Honestly, what the hell had the kid expected?
Grimmjow's arrogance had risen to astonishing levels at the sight of Ichigo's face when he'd stood in the middle of the living room, wearing nothing but his underwear. Crimson stained that beautiful face, as the younger man whirled around in embarrassment. Grimmjow couldn't help but smirk.
And then...shit got crazy.
He'd been an insensitive prick, saying the first thing that came to mind, not even noticing the warning signs of anger rolling from Ichigo's tense body. Oh, but the berry head had erupted like a volcano, yelling passionately at him, after Grimmjow made the stupid mistake of asking Ichigo what any of what he'd gone through had to do with him.
It had been beautiful, yet heart-wrenching.
The raw pain, frustration and desperation had propelled Grimmjow into action. Even still, he'd only meant to talk to him, to try to comfort him, and tell him that he liked him as well. He'd only wanted to establish it with words, but Grimmjow was a man of impulse, and while he'd been trying unsuccessfully to get his point across, he'd made the mistake of staring into those sultry brown eyes, red-rimmed from tears...and he'd kissed him.
He'd thought kissing another guy-no matter how attractive he was-would've been weird, or awkward. Uncomfortable, at the least, considering he'd only ever kissed women.
But...Ichigo...had been different.
The experience only left him feeling more confused than he'd ever been. It had been natural. Everything a normal kiss entailed, but somehow...better. Ichigo smelled nice, like freshly baked sugar cookies, and he tasted like those butterscotch candies Grimmjow's father was so fond of.
It had been warm, and thoroughly arousing, sending shivers rocketing through him. God, he'd never been that turned on in his life...and it scared the shit out of him. Of course he liked Ichigo, hell, that was the whole point of him going over there. He'd had to tell him that he liked him, and that he didn't need to feel so badly anymore.
After the kiss, he and Ichigo had talked. They'd talked for over six hours about any and everything. Grimmjow now knew that Ichigo was nineteen and would be twenty in July. His favorite colors were blue and black, his favorite food was gyudon, and he loved video games, swimming, reading and drawing.
It was amazing the amount of knowledge Grimmjow had gleaned from the younger man, and it only served to make him like Ichigo even more. He was a complex puzzle, but Grimmjow didn't mind taking his time to figure him out.
Then, Ichigo had gone on to describe his past, his crush on Grimmjow included. When he'd heard who the people were that had nearly beaten the red head to death, he'd been beside himself with fury. How dare those assholes? He couldn't believe Ichigo and the red-haired freak had been best friends. It was disgusting. If he ever saw that piece of shit, he'd beat him unrecognizable, and then some. Motherfucker.
This protectiveness came as a surprise to Grimmjow as well, considering how long he'd known Ichigo, but he wanted to take care of him, and make sure he never had to go through that kind of shit again.
Now, the real problem arose.
Grimmjow didn't know how to deal with all of these sudden feelings. No, he didn't mean emotions, although he definitely liked Ichigo, that wasn't the immediate issue. Kissing him, holding him, touching him, fuck, just being near him felt so...
Grimmjow was at a loss. He didn't have anything against homosexuality, but he never thought he would be attracted to a guy. Most of his friends were gay, and it was funny, because a lot of others thought he was gay, until they saw him with a woman. Even his own father had believed him to be gay because of the company he kept.
Grimmjow's father was pretty accepting of it, albeit a bit comically.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
October 2004
"No, fucker, use the circle button ta high kick!" Nnoitra shouted.
"I am, asshole," Grimmjow snarled, as he jabbed said button, cigarette hanging precariously from the corner of his mouth.
The small group of friends were gathered at Grimmjow's home, playing some fighting game on the PS2. Some shit called Mortal Kombat: Deception. It was pissing him the fuck off. Szayel's boyfriend, Gin, was calmly kicking his ass, eye-closing grin firmly in place, as Szayel sat beside him, grinning smugly.
Yor was seated beside Nnoitra, a small smirk gracing his deadpan features, and Nnoitra was hanging on the edge of the couch, yelling instructions to Grimmjow. He was trying to get Grimmjow to win, because Gin had been thoroughly dominating whoever played against him, and Nnoitra didn't approve.
Stark and his little blond boyfriend, Hirako, were seated on the love seat, trying to devour each other's faces. No one paid them any mind because frankly, the sight was normal. Ever since high school, those two had been inseparable, although, for some strange reason, Hirako didn't seem to like Grimmjow very much. Not that he gave a shit.
"C'mon, Sub-Zero, beat that piece a'shit, Scorpion!" Grimmjow growled, ashes tumbling from his cigarette, landing on the carpet.
"Grimm, yer old man's gonna kick yer ass, he sees them ashes on his floor," Nnoitra stated, as he eyed the falling debris.
"Yeah, yeah."
Suddenly, Scorpion caught Sub-Zero with an uppercut, and the background darkened, displaying the words "finish him" in blood across the screen.
"FUCK!" Grimmjow shouted, as Gin performed Scorpion's Fatality, grin widening.
"S'too bad, Grimm-kun, ya almos' had me," the silver-haired man taunted.
"Fuck you, Gin, you're cheatin' er somethin'."
"Nah, nah, that ain't nice."
"Hand it over, Grimmjow," Nnoitra growled, reaching for the black controller.
"Whatever," he grumbled, as he passed the device over to his tall friend.
Grimmjow was in a funky mood, now. He hated losing, but he hated being teased about it even more. Relaxing on the floor, at the end of the couch, he finished his cigarette, before stabbing it into the heavy, glass ashtray beside him. He used his fingers to pick up the fallen ashes from the carpet, lest his Pop castrate him for dirtying the precious material.
As if on cue, the front door swung open, revealing his imposing father. The look of surprise his dad sent in Stark and Hirako's direction, didn't escape Grimmjow's attention, but luckily the older blue-haired male kept his comments to himself.
"Oi, I got some pizzas for you heathens," the man boomed, then headed for the kitchen.
"Man a'few words," Nnoitra grinned.
Even though Grimmjow was in his first year at the University, his Pop still treated him like he was in high school, spoiling and over-indulging him, claiming it was only right since Grimmjow was an only child.
He didn't mind. His oyaji was pretty cool, and he pretty much took everything in stride.
Grimmjow rose from the floor, and followed after his father, the smell of food literally leading him by the nose. Once he entered the kitchen, he spotted the older man seated at the island, sipping from a glass of whiskey, and watching him carefully.
"What's with the look, Pop?"
"Grimmjow, you know you can tell me anything, don't you?" Grimmjow frowned in confusion.
"Yeah, I know that. Why?"
"Son...are you gay?" his old man asked, face deadly serious.
"What? What the f-I mean what the hell, Pop? I've got a girl. Hal, remember her?" Grimmjow asked incredulously, slipping into the chair across from his father, and reaching for a slice of pizza.
"Yeah, but, all of your friends are, um, gay, and I just thought that maybe it was because, you know..."
Grimmjow stared at his sire for several moments, before bursting into hysterical laughter. Alric Jaegerjaques was not amused, though.
"Grimmjow, it's not funny. I'm serious. If you are, you can tell me. I'll love you either way."
"Nah, Pop, I'm not gay. I don't have a problem with it, but it's not my cup of tea. I like pu-I mean, girls," Grimmjow explained through a mouthful of pizza.
"Mmm, I don't have a problem with it either, but could ya tell your friends not to have sex on my couch. I don't feel like cleaning up anyone's jizz."
Grimmjow choked on his pizza, as he crowed with mirth. His dad was a fucking comedian.
"I'll tell 'em."
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
May 2008
Yet, here he was wanting to explore a gay relationship. Grimmjow sighed, pushing his hand through his disheveled blue hair. How would he explain to his old man that he'd changed his mind, and switched sides, so to speak? He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was a little afraid. Not of his father, but because he'd never been with a man, and he honestly didn't know what to do.
At the moment, he and Ichigo were on their first official date. After a couple of weeks of talking, and generally just getting to know one another, Grimmjow had asked him out. It had taken a while for him to gather the nerves to go out in public with Ichigo, as a...couple, but he liked him, and it only made sense to take things to the next level.
Just then, a rough, but almost elegant hand slipped into his, making all of his fears and insecurities fade away for the moment. Ichigo lightly nudged Grimmjow's shoulder with his own, looking up at him with those wide, brown doe eyes, wearing a small smile.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked softly. Grimmjow grinned and shrugged.
"You."
Ichigo blushed, and averted his gaze, his hand tightening around Grimmjow's. Even though he was afraid, insecure, and a lot inexperienced when it came to being with a man, Ichigo made things seem so...easy.
"What do ya wanna see?" Grimmjow asked, as they stared up at the movie listings.
"What about that? The Ruins. It starts in fifteen minutes."
"Is that supposed to be scary er somethin'?"
"I think so," Ichigo answered. Grimmjow found himself shrugging again.
"Cool."
They approached the ticket counter, where Grimmjow pulled out his wallet, at the same time that Ichigo did, making him scowl.
"Ichigo, what the fuck're ya doin'?" he growled, never taking his eyes off of his wallet, as he counted out the amount needed for the bill.
"I'm payin' for my ticket."
"No, you're not. I am."
"Grimmjow, I can pay for m-"
"Ichigo, dammit, this is a fuckin' date. You're my date, so I'm payin' for your shit. Now put your damned wallet away, you're makin' me look bad," Grimmjow grumbled, as he handed the cashier his money.
He noticed Ichigo's scowl, as the younger man tucked his wallet into his back pocket, but he was also blushing. Grimmjow grinned in triumph, as he grabbed their tickets. He was hesitant about PDA, but he really wanted to touch Ichigo, maybe hold his hand again.
Grimmjow frowned, fighting with himself internally, as they moved towards the ticket handler, and then the concession stand. He bit his lip agitatedly. Fuck, he'd never been a coward, and he sure wasn't going to start now.
He slipped his hand around Ichigo's, and when the kid glanced at him in shock, he lifted a brow. Ichigo turned away trying to hide a shy smile, and Grimmjow thought it was entirely too cute.
"Ya want somethin' from here?" he asked. Ichigo shook his head.
"Nah, I'm still full from dinner."
"Me too. Let's go find some seats, then."
They made their way to theater ten, climbing the stairs to the higher seats, and found a nice spot in the corner that was, thankfully, empty. The view was excellent, and afforded them a bit of privacy. As soon as they took their seats, the theater darkened, and previews began playing.
Grimmjow sighed, as he made himself comfortable in the reclining, red plush chairs. He noticed the armrests could be lifted, after a moment of fussing with them, so he moved the one between him and Ichigo up, and out of the way, before slipping his arm around the orange head's shoulders.
He liked being with Ichigo, and he liked touching him. Being close to him made Grimmjow unbelievably happy. He glanced over at the kid, and seeing his peaceful expression, he felt a powerful urge to kiss him. The theater was dark, and they were pretty much alone in their little corner, so, using his left hand, he cupped Ichigo's face, turning it towards him.
Even in the dark, Grimmjow could see the questioning look in Ichigo's eyes. Instead of talking, he bent his head, and connected their lips. It was soft, gentle, and tender, starting out as a few chaste pecks, then morphing into an all-out dance of tongues. Ichigo sighed and turned into him, kissing him back passionately, giving just as much as he got.
Grimmjow pulled back for air, nuzzling the orange-haired youth's cheek, his chest feeling uncomfortably tight. He swallowed thickly, trying to even his breathing. Maybe kissing Ichigo hadn't been such a good idea, because now his jeans were unbearably snug. God, it still felt strange getting a boner from kissing another guy, but...Ichigo made it all feel so right.
"What was that for?" Ichigo asked, his breath warm against Grimmjow's face.
"Just felt like it," he responded, burying his nose in Ichigo's soft orange hair, before placing a kiss there. "That ok?"
"Mmm, it's fine."
Suddenly, the previews finished, the introduction to the movie rolling across the screen. Grimmjow sat back, pulling Ichigo as close as possible, and sighed happily. He could get used to this.
XOXOXOXO
Karakura Town
May 2008
Ichigo felt like he was walking on a cloud. He hadn't been this happy, this content, since he was a child, and his mom was still alive. He still couldn't believe that he was dating the very man he'd been craving for years. It was still all so surreal, a pipe dream at its best.
He wasn't complaining, though. It was what he'd wanted for so long, and he'd be damned if he ruined it by doubting the man. Besides, it was only their first date, so he couldn't get his hopes too high.
Ichigo felt like he knew everything there was to know about the blue-haired man, since the night Grimmjow had first kissed him. They had spent the next couple of weeks learning about each other, and Ichigo was grateful. It showed that the blunet really liked him, and was willing to go through the small steps of a relationship first.
It made things harder though, when the man would do things like hold his hand, and kiss him like he was the most precious being on Earth. Kissing Grimmjow was like a drug, it altered his mind, leaving him high, and when he came down from his climb, it only left him wanting more, just like now.
Grimmjow had kissed him out of the blue, and all Ichigo wanted was to make love to the man. He wanted to run his hands all over him, mapping the blunet's exquisite body, while memorizing every plane, every groove, and every dip. He wanted all of Grimmjow, but he could tell that the blue-haired man was still a little hesitant about things, so he would be as patient as Job.
Ichigo's mind was far from the not-scary-at-all horror film they were watching, as he glanced at Grimmjow every few minutes. The taller man was slouched in his seat, arm wrapped securely around Ichigo's shoulders, as he watched the screen with half-lidded eyes.
Grimmjow was wearing a burnt-orange, three-quarter sleeved, v-neck shirt, charcoal-colored jeans, and burnt-orange and black, high-top Nike Air Force One sneakers. The man oozed sex appeal like a runny nose, and Ichigo couldn't keep his eyes off him.
"I see ya, ya know," Grimmjow stated, as he turned to face Ichigo's stare head-on. Fuck. Ichigo blushed profusely, thanking every higher being that the theater was dark. "What's a'matter, Ichigo? Somethin' wrong? Or ya just like what ya see?"
"You're such an arrogant ass," he muttered, feeling his face burn even hotter. He, in fact, did like what he saw. Very much so.
"Well s'not like you're not feedin' it, sittin' there starin' and all."
"Baka." Grimmjow chuckled quietly, as he pulled Ichigo closer.
"I know you are, but what am I?"
"You can't possibly be serious," Ichigo uttered in disbelief. Grimmjow grinned widely, causing them both to dissolve into helpless laughter.
"SHHHHH!" a short, dark-haired woman whispered from behind the two.
"Ya really wanna watch the rest of this? It's borin'," Grimmjow murmured into Ichigo's ear, sending a bolt of lightning zig-zagging down his back.
"But it'll be a waste of money," he answered.
"Ichigo, I've wasted money on worse things than a movie."
Shrugging his shoulders, and deciding that, yes, the movie was god-awful, they left the theater, hand-in-hand, as they walked briskly to the parking lot.
"So, where are we going now?" Ichigo asked, as they slipped into Grimmjow's car. Said man shrugged, as he started the vehicle, and pulled out of the lot.
"Where would ya like to go, Ichigo?"
It was Ichigo's turn to shrug, as he gazed out of the window. Suddenly, an idea struck, making him grin maniacally, and made Grimmjow glance at him uncertainly.
"What?" the blunet asked hesitantly.
"Let's go roller-skating."
There was a very pregnant pause.
"Roller-skating," Grimmjow repeated slowly, as if he were tasting the words while they slid off his tongue.
"Yeah. Unless you're scared," Ichigo taunted, knowing that would seal the deal.
"I ain't fuckin' scared, ya little prick. Fine, we'll go roller-skating," Grimmjow retorted, dragging the "roller-skating".
Twenty minutes later found Ichigo grabbing his sides, gasping desperately for air, as tears streamed down his cheeks. Christ, who would've guessed that big bad Grimmjow couldn't fucking skate?
They'd found the skating rink with ease, going inside and giving the clerk their sizes for a pair skates. He should've known something was off from the way Grimmjow's eyes darted nervously to the rink, as they sat, slipping into the rolling footwear.
Stubborn male pride is a glorious creation. It had provided Ichigo with the best fucking entertainment he'd had in a very long time. Grimmjow was currently shooting him a murderous glare, as he clung to the wall for dear life, after falling no less than three times. Oh, it was superb.
"Gimme your hand, Grimmjow," Ichigo tried. The blunet only snarled.
"Fuck you, yeah? I can't believe I let ya talk me into this shit!" Ichigo had to suppress a chuckle, tucking both lips between his teeth.
"C'mon, I'll help you to the tables."
"I'm not moving!" Grimmjow snapped over the loud music. Ichigo lifted a brow.
"Oh? Ok, then. I was just trying to help," he commented nonchalantly, as he turned his back to the poor, blue-haired man, and began skating away.
"OI! Ichigo, wait! You better come get me!"
Ichigo snickered to himself, before turning and gliding back to Grimmjow's side, whose blue eyes were impossibly wide. He looked adorable.
"So, you gonna give me your hand or what?" Ichigo asked. The taller man nodded cooperatively, as the red head held out his hand.
Grimmjow grasped it almost desperately, making Ichigo chuckle, as he used his other arm to wrap around the unsteady man's waist. Grimmjow pushed off the wall, and seemed to immediately trip over his feet.
The blunet's eyes went comically wide again, as he probably felt collision with the floor was imminent, so he threw his arms around Ichigo's shoulders, consequently knocking him off balance, and they both fell to the floor, landing in a heap. Ichigo had been laughing the entire time. How could someone suck so badly at roller-skating? They weren't even using roller blades.
Ichigo ended up lying on top of Grimmjow, still laughing breathlessly, while the man he loved glared up at him.
"Well, this sure is deja vu," he commented, gazing into those electric blue depths. Grimmjow's face softened slightly, as a lop-sided grin graced his features.
"Yeah, it is."
"Only this time I can do this," Ichigo murmured, before kissing the man beneath him squarely on the mouth.
It was a quick touch of lips, but when he tried to pull away, Grimmjow snaked his hand around to the back of Ichigo's head, pulling him back down for a deeper kiss...right on the floor of the skating rink...and it couldn't have been better.
Catcalls and whistles broke them apart, turning Ichigo's face a fiery red, as he realized a few of the other patrons had been watching them in amusement. He glanced back at Grimmjow, and caught him grinning crookedly, also wearing a slight blush, as he sat up.
"Why don't you just take the skates off? It's obvious you can't go without falling even with my help," Ichigo sighed. Grimmjow only nodded, before hurriedly snatching off the footwear.
They walked to the check-in counter, returned their skates, and headed for the car. Ichigo had to admit that he'd had a lot of fun on their first date. The kiss a few moments ago, still had him trembling slightly, and as he slid into Grimmjow's vehicle, he couldn't help but smile, and glance at the man every so often.
Soon, they'd parked in the lot of Ichigo's apartment building, and were heading inside. He didn't think it was necessary for Grimmjow to walk him all the way to his door, but the blue-haired man had insisted.
The elevator ride was silent, both men focused on their individual thoughts, and before he knew it, Ichigo was standing in front of his door. He hesitantly turned to Grimmjow. He never wanted this night to end.
"I had fun with you, tonight," he murmured. Grimmjow nodded, stepping closer, trademark grin firmly in place.
"Me too, even though I did make an ass of myself." Ichigo chuckled, and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Yeah, sorry about-"
"Shutup, Ichigo," Grimmjow whispered, and pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him tightly. "Ya talk too much sometimes."
Ichigo met the blunet halfway in a bone-melting kiss, as he lifted his arms around the man's neck. It was deep, lazy, and completely arousing. In no fucking time at all, he was hard, and pressing himself against the larger man. He could do this forever, and never get tired of it.
Finally, they pulled apart for air, and Grimmjow brushed their noses together. It was still strange, but totally satisfying to be kissed by this man. Grimmjow.
"So, I guess I'll see you later, Grimm," he said softly. Grimmjow leaned back, and stared at him. "What?" Ichigo asked defensively.
"You called me 'Grimm'."
"Oh, I'm sorry. If you-"
"There ya go again. Talkin' too much...Ichi," Grimmjow interrupted with a grin, but Ichigo's face was currently on fire. The pet name had gone straight to his groin, his fucking blood pooling and surging.
Ichigo didn't know what to say, but it turned out, nothing needed to be said, because Grimmjow dipped his head, and captured the red head's lips in another kiss, making his heart swell. Goddamn, it was good.
"I'll call ya tomorrow, ok?" Grimmjow murmured. Ichigo nodded, his throat too dry to speak. His heart was racing a mile a minute, and he was painfully erect. Shit.
The blunet gave Ichigo one last lip-smacking peck, before sauntering off to the elevators. He couldn't move. Ichigo felt rooted to the spot. He watched as Grimmjow boarded the metal box with a small finger wave, and disappeared behind the closed doors.
Slowly, he unlocked his apartment, stepped inside, shut the door, and pressed his back against it. That had been the best night of his life.
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