Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters.

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"You're kidding."

"Bro, it's the truth!", Ichigo insisted fiercely, "She was like; I'd give you A but your paper had four holes instead of two and I hate that." The man touched his cheeks in desperation and shook his head, his brown eyes wide in over-dramatic terror. "Mind fuck."

Grimmjow facepalmed at the insanity of the world. "People are crazy."

"Tell me about it," Ichigo snorted and dropped his hands from his face, "And another time, she was-"

A soft "Bling!" interrupted their conversation and Ichigo jumped, fishing his phone out of his ass-pocket. "Will you excuse me for a second?", he asked sheepishly.

Although Grimmjow didn't like it when his company took out cell phones, he could tolerate it if it was just for a second. Besides, he could use some time to cool down from their endless rounds of walking. Seriously, they had walked all around town, visiting every little bookstore in every little neighborhood, as well as comic stores because Ichigo was into comics and manga too. The orange-haired man was pretty much into everything and it pleasantly surprised Grimmjow. He had never met a person that had so many interests all at once. And he didn't care what others thought about it either.

What a remarkable individual.

"Sure," Grimmjow said with a curt nod and Ichigo thanked him with his eyes before focusing on his phone. Blue eyes observed the gorgeous creature in front of him as Ichigo typed a couple of things, then pressed, then typed again before a smile spread on his face.

"Sweet," he hummed appreciatively and started typing all over again.

Curiosity winning over his qualms about prying, Grimmjow asked, "What is it?"

Ichigo stopped clicking the screen and glanced up at him for a moment and smiled. "I have a girlfriend who writes fanfiction and she sent me an update to beta, since I know so many things about grammar and all that shit," the orange-haired man said proudly and resumed typing, "I just wanna email her that I received her stuff and that I'll take a look at it tomorrow."

Fanfiction too? Honestly, Ichigo had way too many hobbies, where did he find the time for everything? "Fanfiction huh?", Grimmjow muttered absently, "The stories about two fictional characters that normally hate each other's guts but in the writer's head, they fuck each other like there is no tomorrow?"

"Not always," Ichigo explained with an amused grin, "But most of the times that's the case. Angry, rough and passionate hate-sex sells a lot. My friend's fiction for example has plenty of smut between two guys who try to kill each other constantly."

At some point, Grimmjow frowned in confusion. "Gay smut? Isn't she a girl?"

"Yeah, so?"

"How is it possible that a girl knows about sex between two men?"

Ichigo gave him the most deadpan expression Grimmjow had ever seen in his life. He almost got defensive again. Almost. "Grimm," the orange-haired man sighed, "These girls know more about gay sex than some gay men do. Believe me."

It sounded odd to Grimmjow's ears but obviously Ichigo knew more than he did, so he shrugged, not daring to doubt the man. Then, another question popped in his mind. "So are these writers normal people?"

"Of course they are!", Ichigo exclaimed but his initial enthusiasm wore off as he thought about what he had said again. "Well... Sorta," he corrected, "They may be talking to you and two seconds later, they are on their phone, writing something for future chapters. They also think about their characters having sex 24/7 and they get so attached that they end up crying if something bad happens, something that they themselves have written... But in general, they are normal people with sexy imagination and they share it with the world."

"I don't think any of that is normal," Grimmjow stated blankly. Normal? More like bat-shit insane.

Ichigo shrugged and slid the phone back in his pocket. "Normal is boring."

The answer caught Grimmjow off-guard. He didn't expect that. But he liked it. It sounded like something Ichigo would say. "That's true."

"Speaking of normal," Ichigo said with a sly smile, "Wanna go see a movie?"

"Sure. What movie?"

"The fault in our stars."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "Not that!", he groaned.

"Aww! Why?"

"For one thing, I've watched it and two; not my cup of tea," the blunet explained, trying to ignore Ichigo's sexy pout, "What's with that movie anyway? Everybody is so obsessed with it!"

"But-But!", Ichigo tried again, his brown eyes big and pleading, "It's a love story! Like Romeo and Juliet!"

"It's about two people with cancer."

"It's not only about that! C'mon Grimm, please?", the orange-haired man prodded, gingerly grasping Grimmjow's forearm and inching closer to look at him. Damn, his eyes had gotten all the way to irresistible and puppy-dog, tempting the shit out of Grimmjow. But the blunet was relentless.

"No." How he even managed to utter that in front of the face of ultimate cuteness he wasn't sure.

"Naaw!"

"Ichigo," Grimmjow sighed and cupped the other's face, his thumb running over that feathery soft, pouty bottom lip, "You really wanna watch this? Like, you prefer the movies, where we gotta stay quiet and not talk, over some quality time with me?"

Ichigo's eyes widened and to Grimmjow's utter enjoyment, he fumbled around with his words. Of course he played the guilt game. He was pretty good at it too from the looks of it. "No, of course I don't prefer that!", the orange-haired man finally exclaimed, grasping the front of Grimmjow's shirt, "You win over everything else!"

Sweet. "Then let's go somewhere where we can be together and alone at the same time."

The orange-haired man pressed his lips in a thin line of consideration before he nodded. "Okay!", he chirped, "But first, we gotta make a stop at a very important place."

As soon as Ichigo finished this sentence, he grabbed Grimmjow's hand and pulled him along to a destination the blue-haired man wasn't aware of... But soon found out about. "Really?", he deadpanned, "McDonalds?"

"Hush and wait here," Ichigo waved him off and all Grimmjow could do at that point was sign and shake his head. Ichigo was strange sometimes. Like, he had this crazy appetite for random things at random times and places. A few hours ago, he bought a cone of chocolate ice cream and cotton candy. Now McDonalds. Grimmjow sighed. Where the hell does he put all these calories? He's so slim!

Unfair.

Speaking of slim, Grimmjow had enough chances to appreciate his new beau's body, which was as sexy as it could go. Grimmjow had always liked and appreciated slim men but when Ichigo romped around in those skinny jeans, that butt of his wrapped in the tight clothes like Christmas present, Grimmjow's brains would flood with thoughts of that perfection grinding against his groin in a slow and sensual pace. Damn, his dick would definitely shoot up like an elastic band if that happened.

Not only the man's ass, the entire package was a hellish temptation. His fingers were long and thin, making Grimmjow fantasize about Ichigo petting his hair - for hours preferably - his full lips made him think about oral sex, his long neck about hickeys. Lots of hickeys, spread all over the creamy-white skin like litter.

Hush, Grimmjow, hush, he soothed himself, Public boners aren't in your to-do-list.

Honest to God, next time he made a to-do-list, Ichigo's name would be the only thing written in it.

Speaking of the devil, Grimmjow caught with the corner of his eye the orange-haired man pushing against the see-through door and emerging from it, holding a rather large, red package of French fries. When Ichigo was next to him again, he fixed him with a blank stare.

"You serious." It wasn't a question. It wasn't supposed to be a question.

Ichigo frowned at him defiantly. "Hey don't judge me. French fries are awesome. They make the world go round."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes. He couldn't disagree with that; he loved fries and fried stuff in general too. "Sure, but they're extremely unhealthy. Do you really need all that fat in your body right now?"

"Oh my God, I'm dating Mr. Health and Fitness," the other groaned while munching, "Hush and don't cock-block me when I make love to my fries."

"Alright," Grimmjow bit out rather harshly and shrugged, "Do what you want."

Ichigo had opened his mouth to stuff more of the cholesterol-treasure in it but as soon as Grimmjow's words left his mouth, he stopped and swallowed thickly. "Hey," he nudged, his voice soft and careful, "Are you mad at me?"

Those brown eyes were big, pleading and searching Grimmjow's face, trying to read his emotions. No, Grimmjow wasn't mad. Not even close to irritated. But Ichigo didn't have to know that. Might as well fluster him a little. "No I'm not mad," Grimmjow muttered in a sulky tone, purposely averting his gaze to seem like he didn't want to look at the other. Just as he expected, Ichigo got flustered and started ranting.

"Look, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to be harsh with you, it was supposed to be a joke!" When Grimmjow still wouldn't look at him, he grasped the front of the blunet's shirt and inched closer. "Grimm look at me."

Grimmjow bit the inside of his cheek in order not to laugh and finally turned his head to look at the other man. Ichigo looked extremely nervous and miserable and Grimmjow felt a small sting of regret in his chest, however, this was too funny to end it yet. "Please don't be mad," the oranget kept begging, "Look, I'll just go and throw them away if that's better-"

The blue-haired man couldn't take it anymore; the smile he had been holding back finally broke his face, but before Ichigo had the time to react and get angry, Grimmjow had gathered the oranget's face in both of his hands and kissed him. It took all of his courage as a male to do so too. Ichigo gasped in astonishment at the first contact but he quickly caught up and kissed back. He was the first one to make this into a tongue-kiss too. Hot damn, that was incredible; Ichigo smelled like vanilla and cookies and tasted like salty fries, the combination driving Grimmjow to the wall with want. Holy shit, I want him. I want him so bad.

However, before they made themselves a public spectacle, Grimmjow decided it was a wise idea to end the kiss. He wasn't happy about it and from the small, displeased sound Ichigo made in return, he figured that the orange-haired man wasn't very happy about their parting either.

"You're adorable, you know that?", Grimmjow whispered breathlessly on the other's lips, his thumbs moving back and forth on smooth cheeks. Ichigo leaned into the touch and sighed.

"And you're a mean son of a bitch," he retorted with no heat. Grimmjow chuckled and pulled away slightly to look in those dark brown eyes.

"I'm not sorry," he said, "It was cute seeing you all flustered, since I'm the one who is always flustered around you."

Ichigo pouted, manly. "Still," he mumbled, "It was a bitch-move."

"That's why I kissed you. It was my apology."

The oranget thought about it. "Okay, I accept your apology..." He paused and pressed his lips together. "You're not mad at me anymore, are you?"

"I was never mad to begin with. You came up with that yourself."

"But you were scowling and everything!"

"That's my face, I can't change it."

Ichigo frowned in discontent and hugged Grimmjow, burying his face in the blunet's neck. "Whatever," he mumbled and took a deep breath, "I'm so smitten with you and you take advantage of it."

Grimmjow smiled, his heart was thudding in his chest when he hugged the other man closer and drowned in that sweet, sweet scent of that orange hair. "Yeah, I do that sometimes."

The other snorted derisively. "Idiot."

"I know you are, but what am I?"

He laughed when Ichigo pushed him away and punched him half-heartedly in his chest. The orange-haired man mumbled something unintelligible and shoved a few fries in his mouth. "Let's go somewhere else before I lose my patience with you," the man said in the end with a heavy sigh.

Grimmjow grinned at him. "Okay."

After a few moments of sulking, Ichigo started talking again; basically, he ranted nonstop about that movie Grimmjow didn't want to watch, which by the way he had already watched too, explaining the deepest meanings and the symbolism behind the words. It was a rather interesting topic but it still didn't make Grimmjow want to watch the movie again.

"I haven't watched a movie yet that is close to what actually happens in the book," Ichigo rambled, "But it's okay, sometimes they make it better than the book."

"Mhm," Grimmjow hummed in approval, not knowing what else to say. On one hand, he was really thankful that Ichigo was so social and able to keep a conversation going but on the other, his mind was wandering off to their little kiss a few moments ago, and now, he wanted to have a little alone and hands-on time with the orange head. Their hands-off policy after the fiasco at Starbucks was taking a toll on him and he was getting impatient. He wanted to hold the man in his arms a little bit more, was it too much to ask?

Apparently Ichigo picked on his sullenness and he touched his bicep to get the his attention. "I'm boring you, ain't I?", he said, his face apologetic, "When it comes to books, I become a little too excited, sorry."

"No it's not that," Grimmjow shook his head, "I like hearing you talk and all but I was thinking..." He paused, suddenly uncomfortable. No, don't be a wuss Grimmjow. Look how forward Ichigo is with you! "If...", he continued, "Well, if we could get some alone time... Us two I mean."

He couldn't get enough of how those brown eyes brightened up whenever Ichigo smiled. "So basically you want to seduce and take advantage of me without anyone noticing?"

Grimmjow grinned, the playful atmosphere getting to him too. "Oops. Busted."

Ichigo let out an over-dramatic sigh and shook his head, glancing at the dark sky. Hold up, where's the sun at? Already gone? "The sun has set too," the orange-haired man noted, "It's the perfect opportunity for you huh?"

"Yup, I was waiting for it."

A fake, exasperated sigh. "You're lucky I like you." He grasped Grimmjow's hand and linked their fingers together, taking a very serious expression when he said, "To make-out land!"

The blue-haired man couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up his throat. Seriously, how did Ichigo come up with that shit? Make-out land... Fucking hilarious.

They walked for a while, exchanging innuendos and friendly teases, almost got hit by a car, because Ichigo was too busy crossing the road without looking, until they finally found somewhere to sit. It was a little bench in the middle of a children's playground.

"Dude, that's a children's playground," Grimmjow muttered urgently, glancing around in apprehension. Even though it was already dark and little kiddies weren't around, he still felt uncomfortable. Ichigo on the other hand was relentless.

"I don't see any children around," he said and motioned towards the bench, "Now sit."

"Still, it's kinda strang-hmff!"

He didn't finish his sentence. He didn't have the time to; Ichigo's lips quickly silenced his in a passionate kiss that started out as a few pecks and soon turned into one hot and sloppy mess of tongues. Just the one they shared in that dark room. The orange-haired man had straddled him too, those elegant hands of his on either side of Grimmjow's face, positioning and guiding the kiss. Grimmjow let the other take control because, c'mon, Ichigo was such an amazing kisser, plus it was nice to have someone take care of him instead of the opposite. Just because he was a control-freak, it didn't mean he wanted to be in control of everything. Instead, groping and massaging Ichigo's fine ass was a really good way to busy himself too.

Grimmjow was getting hard, really hard. He was also grinding his swollen crotch against Ichigo's clothed behind, relishing the sensation but thinking how it would feel like if they were naked.

"Oh God," Ichigo hissed and he abruptly pulled out of the kiss, "Bae, wha'chu doing to me."

Grimmjow didn't answer for the sake of sucking that full bottom lip in his mouth. Ichigo moaned and shifted his hips against Grimmjow's abdomen. Woo, the orange-haired man was hard too, so unsurprising. "G-Grimm," he stuttered as soon as his lip was freed, "Grimm, I'm dying here."

"Me too, baby."

The body in his arms shuddered violently. "B-Baby? Damn, I'm a goner right now."

A breathless chuckle. "I want more..."

"Yes! Yes, me too bae," the other man moaned. The hand on his face dropped as Ichigo reached for his skinny jeans and begun loosening the buttons. When Grimmjow caught up with the act, his eyes widened.

"W-Wait!", he stuttered, grabbing Ichigo's wrist, "Here?!"

Dark brown eyes looked at him and honest to God he almost exploded. "You can't leave me like this Grimm, that would be a crime."

Grimmjow rubbed his face with his free arm and tried to readjust his position on the bench to get more comfortable. "Ichigo, use your head; we can't have sex here!"

"Oh excuse me, wasn't it you who said something about sex in public places before?"

"I was kidding!"

"Well, I wasn't and I am not kidding right now," Ichigo said with fierce determination, "Besides, we won't go the whole way. I don't have condoms and lube."

Grimmjow let out a sigh of frustration. Where did I get myself into? This is crazy! "You're a handful."

"Still, I don't see your hand full of my dick yet," Ichigo snapped and kept on lowering his pants until a very hard erection sprang free. Although it wasn't bright enough to see details, Grimmjow could definitely see that Ichigo's dick was as pretty as the rest of him and all of a sudden...his mouth watered. Damn, now he wanted to suck the other man off.

"Grimm, lower your pants too," Ichigo's hoarse, heady voice rang in his ears again, "C'mon, hurry up. I can't take it anymore."

The blunet snorted but did as he was told. He sighed in relief as soon as his straining member was free of its confines. So much better. But the urge to be sarcastic hadn't left him yet. "So much for not being the jump-on-the-gun type of guy," he clipped, "Good job Ichigo, you're doing great."

"Shut up," the other snapped and his long fingers wrapped around Grimmjow's erection. The blunet jumped and bit his lower lip, returning the favor and enjoying Ichigo's trembling body above him.

The normal screams and giggles and chattering of the kiddies were now replaced by heavy breathing and guttural grunts. Grimmjow felt really awkward for doing such thing in a playground but he couldn't deny that Ichigo's rough hand on his manhood was the best thing that had happened to him lately. And let's not mention Ichigo's groans and sexy, breathy moans when the man called out in pleasure. Grimmjow was torturing him with his hand; compared to Ichigo's more frantic pace, the blue-haired man kept it slower and teasing, paying attention to the head and the underside, grinning every time Ichigo called his name as if he was calling for help.

"I can't," the orange head panted and the working hand on Grimmjow's dick stopped, "I can't move baby, sorry..." He wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck, "Please do it, you're doing it better."

With a heavy sigh, Grimmjow wrapped his hand around both their manhoods. Thank God his hands were big enough. "I guess I have no choice," he muttered before he started stroking.

Things escalated rather rapidly from then on. Even though Grimmjow was a man who took pride in his sexual stamina, he could feel his orgasm building up in his nuts faster than he could push it back down. Ichigo's sexy, flushed face and those little mutters of his name with that husky voice weren't making anything easier for him. Fuck it, this is not the right time to worry about stamina, the blunet scolded himself, Let's do it how it's supposed to be done.

"Ichigo," he said hoarsely but it was sexy so it didn't matter. Those gorgeous brown eyes bored into his, burning all the words he wanted to say in an instant. He had to swallow, then lift his free hand to the oranget's face, two of his fingers prodding gently between those sexy lips. "Suck."

A needy sound escaped the other's throat but he did what he was told and soon, Grimmjow's index and middle finger were engulfed by heat. Holy shit, that's right. That's the stuff. Ichigo's mouth was soft and wet, so warm and pliant and the orange-haired man was blowing his fingers like he would do a cock. Superb. Suddenly, Grimmjow couldn't wait to feel that mouth on his dick instead.

"Enough," he husked as soon as the two digits were coated nicely in saliva, gingerly sliding them out of the other's mouth. "Now c'mere and kiss me."

He didn't have to say it again, Ichigo obeyed almost instantly and their lips connected for the umpteen time that evening. While kissing his soon-to-be beau, Grimmjow reached at the man's backside, under the pants and underwear until he found what he had been looking for. Ichigo jumped again and he tried to pull out of the kiss, however Grimmjow bit his lower lip and held him in place. He explored the sensitive area thoroughly, but didn't insert his fingers in as he felt so tempted to because things weren't so easy without lube and he didn't want to hurt Ichigo. Instead, he traced meaningless figures on the man's perineum, loving the way Ichigo squirmed and moaned into the kiss.

Suddenly, everything was too hot; his body, his mind, his excited man down low. Ichigo had already broke the kiss and panted like a wounded animal, which only meant one thing; he was about to come. And so was Grimmjow.

"G-Grimm," the orange-haired man murmured, "I'm almost-"

"Yeah... I know..." He pressed against Ichigo's entrance, almost dipping the tip of his finger in but not enough to actually do it. That didn't mean Ichigo wouldn't spout a round of unintelligible curses. Grimmjow intensified his touches, his own peak seeming closer and closer-

"I'm comi-"

But Grimmjow came first, Ichigo soon after him. But he didn't stop there; he kept stroking their cocks and went for Ichigo's neck, making sure to leave one large, possessive hickey so that no one would every think about touching what was his.

"Sweet Lord," Ichigo muttered and dropped his entire weight on Grimmjow, burying his face in blue locks, "That was something else."

Grimmjow giggled stupidly, still not down from his orgasm high. "You'll be the death of me, I know it."

Ichigo pulled away and looked at him, a small smile on his lips. "If I get to die while having some steamy sexy times with you, then that's one helluva way to go."

The blunet kissed those lips chastely, sweetly. "Agreed."

They stayed like this for a few moments, buried in each other's necks while trying to catch up with their long lost breaths. Grimmjow couldn't ask for something more, since he was a man who loved cuddling. He didn't care that his shirt was full of their seeds, he didn't care that he was all sweaty and gross. All he cared about was the orange-haired man in his arms.

"Ichigo, I like you," he said before he could stop himself, "I really like you."

The orange head rose again and blue met with brown, those swirling depths swallowing Grimmjow completely. "I like you too," the orange-haired man said, "And even though it looks as if I only want you for sex, that's not true. I like you because you're the best person I've met in years."

Grimmjow smiled, giddy all of a sudden. "Really?"

Ichigo nodded. "Really. And I want things to work out between us in a non-sexual level too."

"So what do you suggest we do?"

"Hmm," Ichigo pondered, pursing his lips to a thin line, "Right! Let's go on a real date next time."

"No sex?"

"No sex."

Grimmjow chuckled. "Why do you sound so disappointed?", he asked, even though he knew very well why. Still, he wanted to hear Ichigo say it.

"Because I want to have sex with you, duh."

"Patience is a virtue, baby," the blunet teased, earning himself a lovely snort.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Ichigo waved him off and hugged him close again, "Now shut up and hold me."

"Right, right," Grimmjow sighed in contentment, "Bossy."

He could really get used to this. Ichigo was indeed the other extreme end from him but there was always that thing called compromise. Besides, they already had a good beginning. Rather unorthodox but still a very good beginning.

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I had a moment of insanity in the beginning of the chapter. It was an actual conversation between two people I know and I liked it, so I decided to use it. Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reviewing so far! ^_^