Sex and Football

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Chapter 13

 

Ichigo wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He couldn't believe it. He looked at the blog flashing across Chad's computer screen and read the item again: "What exactly is the J. League's resident bad boy hiding in that closet of his? Plenty, if rumors of a steamy, man on man sex tape are to be believed. Rumors say someone is shopping around security footage of famous footballer Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez doing the horizontal tango with none other than his (male!) agent Kurosaki Ichigo. . . on someone else's desk, no less! Will Grimmjow's inability to keep it in his pants be the end of his career? This blogger hopes not. . . that is one video she would definitely pay to see!"

The same news was plastered on all the celebrity blogs, albeit in different words. One of the blogs even had a photo, and Ichigo was sure that within the next hour all the other sites would have it too. Fortunately, the photo was from before any clothes were removed, and Ichigo's face was obstructed. But, considering they were passionately kissing on a desk, there wasn't much doubt what was going to happen.

Ichigo's phone rang. Yumichika.

"Hello?" he asked, picking it up.

"Ichigo," Yumichika purred. "How'd you like to give one of your closest friends a statement? I know Grimmjow's not an actor, per se, but he's a big enough celebrity that it would be a great scoop in my-"

"No comment," Ichigo said, hanging up. Yumichika would be pissed off at him, but he'd just treat the man to dinner some time. He really didn't want to discuss this with anyone right now. Well. . . maybe one person, but only out of necessity. He picked up the phone and dialed Gin's number.

"Did you see?" Gin asked, sounding highly amused by everything that was going on.

"Yes."

"It's on tv now, too," Gin said, "on that celebrity news show. They've only got that one picture, though, so it seems like no one's got any concrete details. Does a sex tape even really exist?"

"Yes," Ichigo groaned, remembering what they had gotten up to in Aizen's office. "Grimmjow had a job with Brand X and we were there for the photo shoot. Things got a little out of control. . ."

"So I see. Well, if it's security footage, maybe one of the guards saw it and decided to try to make a profit out of it. My company has lawyers, you know. I already have them figuring out who's shopping around the tape, and they can try to stop any more photos or video. But, you know, a sex tape might even be good for Grimmjow's career-"

"Stop the tape," Ichigo said, very sure where he stood on this topic. He did not want a video of him having sex getting out there, even if it meant extra publicity.

"Your call," Gin said, sounding a little disappointed. "I'll let you know once we find out the details."

"What should we do until then?" Ichigo asked, deferring to Gin's experience. He was sure the man had dealt with scandal in his client's lives before.

"You might want to take a little vacation," Gin said. "There were all sorts of paparazzi outside of the F.C. Tokyo practice, trying to talk with Grimmjow. If they find out your address, or Grimmjow's address, you can be sure they'll be there quick as a flash. Grimmjow's the hot 'it' boy right now, after all. Also, you're probably gonna want to talk to Grimmjow, work out what you two want to say to the press."

"He can figure that out with you," Ichigo said, "I'm not planning on releasing a statement."

"My, a little publicity shy, aren't we?"

"I just want to stay as uninvolved as possible it this," Ichigo said, praying that Gin's lawyers would be able to prevent the release of the tape.

"Yeah, well, you still got any contacts with Brand X? You might wanna give them a call and see if they'll help you figure out who could have done this."

"Yeah, that makes sense." Ichigo resolved to call Aizen in the morning. "Anything else you can think of?"

"I think you should talk to Grimmjow," Gin said.

"I know," Ichigo said, still not sure if he was going to do it or not. "Look, I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Sure thing. Give me a call if something comes up."

Ichigo hung up the phone and buried his head in his hands. He needed a drink. Chad was staying late at the recording studio, so he wouldn't have any company to do it with, but he figured it was okay to drink by himself under the circumstances. He got up and headed to the door, planning on going to the corner store to get a bottle of liquor.

While he was walking there, however, Ichigo became convinced that everyone was staring at him. Maybe he was being paranoid, but he wasn't usually the type to have those kind of tendencies. He realized that bright orange hair wasn't exactly a common occurrence, and it would probably be a beacon to anyone who had seen the photograph. Which, apparently, was everyone. Hunching over his shoulders, Ichigo walked quickly to the store, paid for his alcohol, and walked quickly back.

Ichigo was never more relieved when he got back to Chad's apartment. He locked the door and plopped down onto the couch before opening his bottle of sake and taking a huge gulp.

Several hours later, Ichigo woke up. He was still on the couch, an empty bottle of sake grasped in his right and. His head was pounding. His body was shaking. The smell of eggs wafted from the kitchen, but it only made him feel sick.

"You awake?" Chad called from the kitchen.

Ichigo mumbled an answer as he got up, his head throbbing even more with the motion.

"I can't believe you finished a bottle of sake, given how badly you handle alcohol. What happened?"

Ichigo stumbled to the bathroom, grabbed a glass and filled it with water. His cell phone was on the counter and he could see without picking up that he had two missed calls from Grimmjow. He scowled. "Someone's trying to release a sex tape of me and Grimmjow."

Chad actually looked really shocked for once. ". . . What? You made a sex tape?"

"No." Ichigo drank the whole glass in one gulp. It didn't really help. "We did it in some guy's office, and it was caught on the security camera."

". . . . . . . . . Wait. You had sex in someone else's office?"

Ichigo scowled even more. "You know, Chad, you're not really helping the situation."

"Sorry," Chad said, still looking just a little bit shell-shocked. "Also, don't you have work?"

"Taking a few days off," Ichigo muttered as he got another glass of water, picked up his cell phone, and stumbled back onto the couch. He felt a little bit better as he sunk back into it. He dialed Urahara's number and held his phone to his ear. Urahara answered after the second ring.

"You do know," Urahara greeted, in a sing-song voice, "that fraternizing with clients is prohibited here at Urahara Promotions, don't you, Ichigo?"

Shit. So Urahara had heard about the tape. "It must have slipped my mind."

"Well. . . I suppose I can let in slide, considering how well you've been doing lately. Besides, Inoue is dating one of her clients, as well, so I can hardly play favorites, can I? Although Inoue does bring in a lot more money than you. . ."

"Wait," Ichigo said, getting distracted by something Urahara said, "Inoue is dating a client? Who?"

"Just an olympic gold medalist in judo. But that's not the point, Ichigo. I just want to know one thing: is this tape going to affect Grimmjow's endorsement deals?"

"I don't know," Ichigo said.

"You better find out. Make sure his sponsors are happy. . . if they're good, chances are new sponsors won't care either."

"I'll call them today. But, actually, I was calling to take a few vacation days off. I want to go back home until this sex tape thing blows over."

"I guess I've got no choice, considering you have a lot of days saved up. Have fun in Karakura Town. Oh, and one more thing! This is extremely important: this snowboarder you signed, Yoruichi. . . when are you going to introduce us? She's ridiculously hot."

Ichigo hung up the phone.

"You're going back home?" Chad asked. He hadn't meant to listen in on Ichigo's conversation, but it was a small apartment. It was impossible not to.

"Yeah." As soon as he got up the strength to pack up his things and head to the train station. His mom and dad would be surprised to see him. .. Ichigo's eyes opened in horror as he remembered them. What if his mom had heard about the sex tape? Ichigo groaned and wished that he could just die already. "Thanks for letting me stay here for so long."

"Anytime, man. I've got to get to work, but call me when you're back in Tokyo, okay?"

"Yeah. Sure." Ichigo waved over his shoulder as Chad left, feeling too horrible to do anything else for now. He lounged around Chad's apartment for an hour before he got around to getting ready. It didn't take him too long to pack the possessions he had, and then he was off to the train station, a baseball cap on to hide his bright orange hair.

On the train ride home, Ichigo made calls to sort out this whole ordeal. Neither Adidas nor Coca-cola were particularly worried right now, though they were both going to pay attention to how the public responded to the scandal. If Ichigo could stop the release of the tape, and the public forgot about this mess, it should probably be fine. Ichigo called Aizen as well, and the man assured him that he would try to find out who had access to the security tapes. They set up a meeting for when Ichigo returned to Tokyo. So, really, that was all he could do for the moment, and Ichigo settled in to enjoy the rest of his train ride in silence.

It wasn't long before Ichigo found himself in front of his house, and he let himself in. Yuzu and Karin were no doubt away at college, unless there was some kind of fall break Ichigo didn't know about. His dad would most likely be in the clinic, and he could hear the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen. He dropped his bag and made his way there, part apprehensive and part excited to see his mom.

"Mom?" he said, as he stepped through the kitchen door.

Masaki turned around, her face overcome with first surprise and then joy. "Ichigo!"

She came towards his son and caught him in a hug. Ichigo hugged back, lifting her off the floor a little bit. It was nice to be home.

"Ichigo, what are you doing here? Take a seat, sit down."

"No," Ichigo said, "I'm fine."

"I said," Masaki said, her voice stern even though her smile was still sugar sweet, "sit down."

"Ouch!" Ichigo yelped as Masaki caught his ear between her fingers and forced him into a chair.

"Now," she said, "What's this I hear about a sex tape?"

Ichigo visibly paled. But then his dad's face appeared from the door connecting the kitchen and the clinic, mild surprise written over his features.

"Ichigo? What are you doing here?"

"Your son was just telling me," Masaki said, "why he felt compelled to film himself having sex, of all things."

"Ah, yeah. . ." Isshin scratched his head. "Really, Ichigo, I thought we raised you better than that."

But as soon as Masaki's back was turned Isshin gave him a big wink. He crept closer to his son and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Nothing wrong with spicing up things in the bedroom. Why, I wish Masaki would let me film-"

"Dad!" Ichigo yelled. "I don't need to know that!"

Masaki turned to glare at both of them, especially her husband. She walked up to the table with a pan of fried rice, which she deposited on a plate in front of Ichigo. "Eat. You look a little thin."

"Come on, now, dear," Isshin said. He came up to wrap his arms around his wife, but she held him at bay with a spatula. "Ichigo's a grown man. He can make his own decisions."

"Mom," Ichigo said, feeling beyond mortified, "it's not like I made it on purpose. I didn't know there was a camera there, I swear. I'm trying to make sure it's not released."

Masaki seemed somewhat pacified by that answer. Still, there was a crease in her forehead as she went to put the pan back on the stove. "What I don't understand is, why didn't you tell us about your new boyfriend? I don't know how long the two of you have been dating, but you haven't even mentioned another man to me, not since you and Ishida broke up."

Masaki seemed a little hurt, which just made Ichigo feel even more horrendous about things. He hadn't meant to keep Grimmjow from his mother. . . except that he realized that was exactly what he had wanted to do. But now what was he supposed to tell her, that they had only been together for the sex? There was no way he was going to tell his mother that.

"I'm really sorry, Mom," Ichigo said. "We wanted to keep it a secret, because of Grimmjow's career."

"A secret from me?"

"Don't feel bad, honey bun," Isshin said. He went to put his arms around her again, only this time she gave in. "He's probably just going through a phase."

Masaki scowled. It was a rare expression to been on her face, and it made her look, oddly enough, more like Ichigo. "A phase. At his age."

"He's always been a late bloomer."

Now it was Ichigo who was scowling. "Have not. Look, Mom, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. It hasn't been that long, really, and I didn't want to jinx the relationship."

Masaki seemed to believe that easily enough, and her face soon shifted into her normal smile. "Oh, alright. I guess I should just be happy that you're home."

She walked up to Ichigo and ruffled his hair, before bending down to press a kiss against his temple. "So. How long will you be here, and what dishes do you want me to cook during your visit?"

Isshin pouted. "Hey. Is Ichigo eating my fried rice?"

Masaki rolled her eyes, though the smile didn't leave her lips. "I can always make you more. Now, Ichigo, tell me all about this new boyfriends of yours."

Ichigo spent the next hour telling his mother how Grimmjow and he had met and gotten together. It was heavily censored in parts and embellished in other parts, but it's not like she knew that. It's not as though he was going to tell her the tawdry details of their first meeting and onwards. After that he went upstairs to wash up and get ready for bed. It had been a long day and he was tired. It was a comforting feeling to be able to sink into his old bed, into those old Ultraman bed sheets his mother had kept for him. It wasn't long before he was lulled into a deep sleep, content to forget about the rest of the world until morning came again.

Ichigo woke up to the sound of his mother's laughter. It was coming from downstairs and put him in a good mood. It really was nice to be home. He got up and went to brush his teeth, getting ready for the day. Soon enough he was walking down the stairs to the kitchen. As he did so, his ears started picking up on something. Something wasn't right. The masculine voice talking to his mother didn't belong to his father. . . no, it belonged to someone else entirely. Ichigo froze on the staircase. He didn't want to do this.

"Ichigo?" came his mother's voice. "Is that you? Come to the kitchen, love, you have someone to see you."

Ichigo felt his stomach drop. With heavy feet, he made his way into the kitchen. There, sitting next to Ichigo's mother as though he was a part of the family, was Grimmjow.

"Hey," Grimmjow said. To the other man's credit, he didn't seem exactly sure as to how to approach Ichigo. The normal smug, self-satisfied tone in his voice was gone, and there might have been just a touch of nerves in his blue eyes. "Urahara told me where you were."

Of course. He should have just stayed at Chad's house.

"I was just telling Grimmjow," Masaki said, as she got up to get breakfast for Ichigo, "that he's even more handsome in person. Really, you should have brought him around before. It's so nice of him to come see you on his day off."

"You have your father's blessing, Ichigo," Isshin said, grinning over his newspaper. "Grimmjow seems like a fine, strapping young man."

"I didn't ask," Ichigo muttered, before taking a seat. There was only one chair open, and that was next to Grimmjow. The two men shared a look, both hesitant as to what to do next. Ichigo felt his heart speed up in his anxiety. He had to admit that Grimmjow looked good, even more handsome than Ichigo remembered. He looked away, feeling the beginning of a blush start in his cheeks, just in time to watch Masaki pile a huge stack of french toast on his plate.

"You never told me your mom was such a great cook," Grimmjow finally said. The statement made Masaki beam a little, though Ichigo just ignored it, preferring to eat his french toast instead.

"Does your mom cook?" Masaki asked.

Grimmjow snorted at the question. "I don't think she even knows the difference between a microwave and an oven."

"Oh, I'm sure that's not true," Masaki said. "Some people are too busy to learn how to cook. My husband, for instance, couldn't make instant ramen to save his life."

"Masaki," Isshin whined, pouting, "what about that omelet I made you on our anniversary?"

"The burnt chicken and chocolate one?" Masaki bent down to press a kiss against Isshin's temple. "It was delicious."

Ichigo nearly gagged. "Aren't you guys too old to be so lovey-dovey?"

"Oh, come on, Ichigo," Grimmjow said, something that looked suspiciously like a genuine smile on his face. "It's sweet. Isshin-"

"I told you, Grimmjow," Isshin interrupted, "call me Dad."

Ichigo choked on his french toast, leading Grimmjow to hit him hard several times on the back. Finally he picked up a glass of water and completely drained it. "Thanks for the breakfast, Mom. I think I'm going to go to the store, do you need anything?"

"No, thank you."

Ichigo pushed his chair away to get up. He was disappointed, but not terribly surprised, when Grimmjow did the same.

"You should stay here," Ichigo said. "And relax. You're a guest, after all."

"What are you talking about, Ichigo?" Isshin said, butting in. "Grimmjow's your boyfriend, of course you two should go galavanting off together. Take you time. . . going to the store."

Isshin made finger quotes as he said "going to the store" and gave Ichigo a big wink. Stupid dad.

"Bundle up," Masaki said, "it's going to be chilly out today."

Grimmjow gave Ichigo a smug smile as he got up from the table, a smile that Ichigo decided to ignore. He made his way to the closet to grab a sweatshirt and heard Grimmjow getting ready behind him. When he turned around the tall man was wearing a military-style pea coat with the collar popped up just a little bit, a designer scarf tucked around his neck. Ichigo scowled. For some reason, Grimmjow just looked even more handsome with the ensemble on.

"What?" Grimmjow asked, smirking. "What are you thinking right now?"

"Nothing," Ichigo muttered, before turning and leaving through the front door. Grimmjow followed him, staying a few steps behind as they walked to the store together. Ichigo could feel himself grow more and more nervous as the silence stretched between them. Had Grimmjow come all this way just to irritate him? Finally everything came to a head inside of him, and he turned around to yell at the other man. "Exactly why the hell did you come here?"

Surprisingly, Grimmjow looked a little sheepish. It almost made Ichigo feel bad about yelling. Almost. "Jesus, Ichigo, there are brats around."

Ichigo looked around. He realized they were standing in front of a playground and the little kids had stopped in the middle of their play to look up at them. "Like you care. . ."

But he didn't protest when Grimmjow grabbed his wrist and led him to a nearby bench. Ichigo sat down and watched as the kids went back to playing, easily forgetting about the strange orange-haired man who had been screaming just a moment before. Ichigo watched them play, the silence overtaking them for a moment again as neither one spoke.

"I kept waiting for you to come home," Grimmjow finally said, his voice sounding more contemplative than anything else. "But you didn't. And you didn't return any of my phone calls either, and no one knew where you were. I knew you were mad at me, but I didn't know why, and I didn't know you were that mad. I mean, I got angry too, but I was over it soon enough. We're both probably too hotheaded for our own good. So, what, you want me to apologize? Will you come back if I say I'm sorry?"

"No," Ichigo said. He could feel himself deflate, not sure why he had gotten so angry about things in the first place. "I don't care about that. I just want to know what this thing is between us. I mean. . . do you even give two shits about me?"

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Grimmjow asked, and the honest surprise in his voice shocked Ichigo. "You and football are the only good things I have in my life."

Ichigo blinked, then blushed, then turned away in embarrassment. He hadn't expected something like that, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. "Fine. Okay. I'll come back."

"Good," Grimmjow said. He crossed his arms and leaned back, triumphant. He still didn't know what he had done wrong, but Ichigo was coming back, so that was all that mattered anyway. "What were you talking to Ulquiorra about?"

"He was worried I was being coerced into having sex with you, so he offered to take your place as my client."

"Huh," Grimmjow said, grinning a little. "But that's how we started, isn't it? It was total coercion."

"Idiot," Ichigo replied. "I wouldn't have gone along with it if I really hadn't wanted to, even with your contract on the line."

"Yeah. I figured." Grimmjow leaned forward a little. "Hey. Does that mean you love me? Was that a confession? How embarrassing."

"That was embarrassing? What about you? So I'm as important to you as football is, am I?" They were both smiling now, Grimmjow's hand coming to rest on Ichigo's waist as they teased each other.

"It was a figure of speech," Grimmjow said, leaning closer and closer, a mischievous gleam to his eyes.

"Bullshit. I've never heard of a figure of speech like that." But Ichigo was leaning forward too, until their lips met in the middle. Ichigo's lips tingled as they kissed, the sensation reverberating outward through his whole body. He wrapped an arm around Grimmjow's, his fingers coming to grip the wool fabric at Grimmjow's shoulder. If he was more honest with himself, Ichigo would admit that he had missed this a lot.

"Look! Those two boys are making babies!"

And Ichigo pulled away. He looked up to see the girl who had said that, but luckily she had just been talking to her friends. No adults in the vicinity to overhear it. He got up, about to suggest that they actually head to the store, when he felt himself being pushed into the bushes.

"What-" Ichigo's objection was cut short as his back hit the ground with a thud. Grimmjow landed on top of him, his arms on either side of Ichigo's body. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Grimmjow's hands were already on the waistband of his jeans. "Making babies."

Ichigo pushed Grimmjow's hands away. "There are kids nearby!"

"They can't see us."

Ichigo looked around to see that, indeed, the bushes blocked them from the view of almost everyone around them. Still, it wasn't exactly an invisible shield. "If someone gets close, they'll be able to see us."

"So don't make any noises, and no one will come to check it out." Grimmjow leaned down to press their mouths together again. He ground his hips in a downward motion, making Ichigo moan as their erections pressed against each other. Even through their clothing, Ichigo could feel Grimmjow's large cock, hot and pulsing. It had been a long time since they had been together, and before he knew it Ichigo was peeling off Grimmjow's heavy coat and unbuttoning his pants. Soon he was holding Grimmjow's cock in his hands, and felt his own cock being pulled out into the chilly air.

Grimmjow kissed Ichigo as they stroked each other, amazed that Ichigo wasn't protesting more than he was. Maybe Ichigo had missed this too. In Grimmjow's mind, there wasn't anything better. . . Ichigo's mouth, Ichigo's cock, Ichigo's ass, he couldn't get enough. In the time they had been apart, he had missed this like crazy. Ichigo's cock was leaking pre-cum like a leay faucet, and Grimmjow felt his hand grow slick with the sticky stuff. He pulled away, giving Ichigo a little space. "Turn around. Get on your hands and knees."

Ichigo did so, staying as low to the ground as he could. Grimmjow pulled his pants down, just to his knees, just enough to give them proper access. Ichigo ended up in a frog-like position, his forehead resting on his forearms. He felt Grimmjow's hands spreading his ass cheeks apart, and then he gasped as Grimmjow's tongue pressed against his entrance. It didn't penetrate him, not yet. It only swept back and forth over his hole, pressing just enough to make his hole body shiver with need. Ichigo had to bite down hard on his lip to keep from making any noise. He shoved his ass back a little, wanting something inside of him, but Grimmjow only pulled away.

Grimmjow pulled away, but then figured he would take pity on the man in front of him. He reached a hand around to grab Ichigo's cock, and at the same time he pressed his tongue into Ichigo's hole. He felt Ichigo's body jerk forward, heard the man suppress a moan. As he stroked Ichigo's cock, he swirled his tongue around inside that little hole, getting it nice and wet. He ate Ichigo's ass for several minutes, feeling it soften and spread around his tongue. His fingers were covered with Ichigo's pre-cum; the other man must have wanted this badly, he was leaking like crazy. Grimmjow withdrew his hand and pressed a finger to Ichigo's ass, then pushed it in alongside his tongue. He could taste Ichigo's tangy pre-cum as he did so.

Ichigo thrust back as he felt a wet finger enter him, sliding inside next to the tongue already fucking his hole. It felt amazing. They both worked at spreading him, opening him up, though he hardly felt that he needed it. He wanted Grimmjow's cock inside of him and he wanted it now. He felt Grimmjow shift behind him, the tongue and finger disappearing from his ass. Ichigo's stomach fluttered in anticipation as something hot and hard was pressed against his entrance. Grimmjow moved forward, and Ichigo bit even harder down on his lip as the pleasure coursed through his body. He had the head of Grimmjow's cock inside of him, and he clenched his ass muscles, trying to get more in.

"Hold on," Grimmjow muttered, his hands coming to rub and stroke Ichigo's back. Being inside Ichigo after all this time just felt too good. He was afraid he'd shoot just from getting the head of his cock inside. He thrust forward just a little bit, before pulling out all the way. He opened Ichigo up nice and slow that way, pulling all the way out after pushing in another inch every time. After awhile he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against Ichigo's ass and his cock surrounding by velvet soft heat. He leaned forward, pressed a kiss against the back of Ichigo's next, and started moving.

Ichigo couldn't help but moan as he felt Grimmjow's body weight settle over him, as Grimmjow started rolling his hips around Ichigo's ass. It felt good enough to be impaled on Grimmjow's cock like this, but that small, continuous movement was driving him crazy. It let Grimmjow stay deep inside of him, but it also rubbed up against his inner walls in a way that made him want to scream. As time want on Grimmjow went faster and faster, until he started to pull out and slam back in, really fucking Ichigo's ass. Ichigo slammed a hand over his mouth as he cried out with every thrust. His body crumbled beneath him and fell on the ground with the force of Grimmjow's fucking, so that he was laying on his stomach, his cock pressed almost uncomfortably against the ground.

Grimmjow pounded Ichigo's ass into the ground, sucking at the skin at the back of Ichigo's neck at the same time. Ichigo tasted delicious, and he felt amazing. Grimmjow loved fucking him, loved having his huge cock buried inside that tight heat. But what he loved the most was finishing inside of Ichigo. He loved the thought of having his cum buried inside the other man, deep inside his innermost places. It didn't take him long, only took a few minutes before he felt his release, felt that wave of orgasm wash over him. He thrust shallowly even as he came, feeling his cock twitch inside Ichigo's ass with every jet it shot out. He could feel Ichigo's hole getting more and more wet, until his cock slipped out completely on its own. Grimmjow gave Ichigo's neck one last lick before moving off of him. He took in the sight of Ichigo's ravaged hole, wet and swollen in front of him. It twitched a few times before closing, just a thin stream of cum trailing down towards Ichigo's balls.

"Fuck," Grimmjow said. "That was good."

He'd want to do it again in a little bit, but maybe not at the park. Instead, he turned Ichigo over and took in the site of that cute neglected cock, flushed and weeping. Without preamble Grimmjow leaned down and took it into his mouth, enjoying the way Ichigo gasped as he started to suck on it like a poisoned man sucking out the antidote. His fingers found their way back to Ichigo's ass and he shoved two inside that now wet hole, fucking and sucking Ichigo at the same time. In only a few minutes he could feelhis mouth flooding with Ichigo's cum, could taste it spilling onto his tongue. He kept sucking after that, until Ichigo went completely limp in his mouth.

Both men cleaned up as best they could and got dressed properly, then Ichigo checked to make sure no one was watching as they came out of the bushes. The children, mere yards away, appeared none the wiser.

"We still have to go to the store," Ichigo said, although he wished they didn't. He felt sated and tired, and wanted nothing more than a mid-morning nap. But it would be suspicious if they returned empty-handed. Grimmjow didn't complain, only fell into step beside him. After a few moments he felt Grimmjow reach for his hand. Their fingers intertwined as Grimmjow pulled Ichigo's hand into his pocket, keeping it warm there for the rest of their walk.