Sex and Football

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Chapter Five


Nemu Nemu was even more gorgeous in person. She had black hair that shone almost purple in the light, cut in bangs at the front and draping long down one side in a thick braid. Her eyes were large and the color of a dark jade stone, while her skin was pale and smooth as alabaster. Her slim legs were currently crossed elegantly as she sat on a large upholstered chair, dainty fingers flipping through a magazine.

Though Ichigo had to admit she seemed a bit. . . blank. She had greeted them politely, but without even a hint of interest or any other emotion, then had gone back to reading her magazine. Grimmjow was sitting beside her, legs and arms spread as he sunk into his own chair, looking bored out of his mind. Ichigo wondered if all photo shoots included this much waiting around.

He was sitting next to Grimmjow as they both waited for the photographer to show up. Nemu and Grimmjow were already dressed and made up, so it's not like they had much else to do. Ichigo was currently looking through documents and web sites on his phone, well aware that this was still considered working time for him.

"Do agents usually come to a photo shoot?" Grimmjow asked, taking in the fact that Nemu was most definitely alone.

Ichigo shrugged. "That Aizen guy asked me to come, and Urahara didn't think there was anything odd about it when I told him."

"Aizen. There's something about him I don't like." Grimmjow leaned over, looking at what Ichigo was doing on his phone. He whistled. "Who's the hottie?"

Ichigo scowled at Grimmjow. "A potential client."

His name had come up in some skiing magazines, and Ichigo had noticed. He was a sixteen-year-old rich kid whose grandfather was a gold medal skier. Apparently he had a knack for it to, and had been beating records on all the slalom runs up and down the Miyagi prefecture. It was pretty much a sure thing that he would be part of Japan's olympic team next go around.

Most of the photos of him had him covered up from head to toe, large goggles covering his eyes. But the one Grimmjow had seen was a rare shot with the skier's face exposed. Long, silky black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, some shorter frames wisping down to frame his face. Large grey eyes peered down into the camera, a coldness to them that mirrored the swirling snow. The boy's features had an aristocratic bearing to them, or maybe it was just the haughty lift of his chin that made it seem that way.

"Seems kind of uptight, though," Grimmjow said, "like he needs a good, long fuck."

Ichigo's eyes darted to Nemu, but either she didn't hear them or she didn't particularly care. She just kept flipping through the pages of her magazine.

"I'm going to go with you when you play an away game against the Vegalta Sendai, and meet up with him then."

Grimmjow smirked at that, eyes darkening. "Yeah? Coming away with me? Can't get enough of my-"

Ichigo slapped a hand over Grimmjow's mouth as he looked over at Nemu. She hadn't even blinked. But then a tongue swept out to lick Ichigo's palm, and Ichigo uttered a shocked cry and drop his hand. Nemu did look up at that one, just for a second, before going back to her magazine.

Ichigo felt a tap at his shoulder, and he looked up to see Aizen staring down at him. He came to stand on his feet, holding out his hand.

"It's good to see you again."

"The pleasure is all mine," Aizen replied, sliding his hand into Ichigo's and gripping it firmly. "I'm glad you were able to make it today; it's nice to see an agent have such a hands on approach with his client."

Ichigo rubbed at his neck sheepishly. "Well, I don't have that many clients, so I don't have much else to do."

"Oh, don't say that. I'm sure it's all because of your diligence." Aizen placed his hand on the small of Ichigo's back. Ichigo's nerves stood on edge at the contact, but before he could protest Aizen was leading him somewhere. He tried to relax into the touch, realizing that it was likely professional. Aizen was just leading him around,right? "Let's go watch the photo shoot, shall we?"

Aizen looked just as smooth and cool today as he did when Ichigo had met him. He was wearing a white suit today, one that clung to his fit body like a second skin. The color might have looked tacky on someone with lesser bearing, but he somehow made it work.

Ichigo looked back at Grimmjow, only to find that the chairs were empty. Apparently someone had led Grimmjow and Nemu to the stage. They had taken off the robes they had been wearing, revealing the fashions they had on underneath. Or lack thereof. Ichigo was shocked to see that neither of them was wearing a shirt. . . what was the point of advertising clothes while dressing the models in absolutely nothing? Grimmjow had on only a pair of skin tight jeans, while Nemu was wearing short skirt with suspenders. Luckily, she was facing away from them, but. . . Ichigo blushed and averted his eyes as Nemu turned around. He wondered how every one else could be so casual when it came to nudity like that.

Aizen stopped in from of a laptop that was set up on a table. A nondescript, middle-aged woman was already standing there, watching, and Aizen gestured to her.

"Kurosaki, this is Shinmura-san. She's the representative from Nico, the clothing line we're shooting for."

"Thank you for giving Grimmjow this opportunity," Ichigo said, holding out his hand.

"Oh, no, Grimmjow is exactly what the designer was looking for in a model," the woman replied. "We're happy Aizen was able to find him. I know he's only an athlete, but has he ever thought about modeling full-time?"

Ichigo hoped not. In that case, he'd be out his best client. He smiled politely at the woman as best he could. "No, he loves football too much."

"That's a shame. I wouldn't mind seeing his face and body looking out at me from the pages of my magazines."

As the woman flushed over a man half her age, Aizen directed Ichigo's attention to the laptop. It was, apparently, connected to the photographer's camera. The photos were sent to the computer almost instantly as he took them. The photographer and art directors were moving Grimmjow and Nemu into place right now, trying different lighting and position to see what worked.

As soon as the camera was on her, Nemu seemed to change completely. Her eyes took on a heavy, seductive gleam, burning and smoldering wherever she looked. No wonder she was such a popular actress. Grimmjow seemed to be moving more half-heartedly, but he seemed to be doing fine.

Because the advertisements would be on billboards and in advertisements throughout the country, care was shown to make sure Nemu's nipples weren't visible in the shot. Much to Ichigo's relief. Right now they were trying some positions where Nemu's back was to the camera, her body and neck turned just enough for her to gaze into the camera. Grimmjow stood in front of her, hands pulling slightly on the suspenders. The position didn't really appeal to Ichigo, but he had to admit they looked amazing together. It was a shame that Grimmjow didn't seem to be interested in women.

"This is a good shot of her back, don't you think?" Aizen said, leaning in closer to Ichigo to show him the photo. Ichigo only nodded, not sure what made that picture of her back different from any other picture. "This one's also lovely."

Aizen's arm brushed against his and stayed there, and Ichigo realized that he wasn't going to move it anytime soon. Ichigo looked up at the man to find him smiling down at him.

"Kurosaki, do you think you'd ever be interested in modeling?"

"Me?" Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I don't think so."

"Really?I think you'd be amazing in some campaigns I'm working on." Aizen's hand came up to brush against his cheek, causing Ichigo to jerk away a little bit.

Ichigo thought the whole notion of him as a model was pretty ridiculous. Ichigo was fit and lithely muscular, but he was nowhere near as built as the average male model. He wasn't tall enough, either. Even if they were just discussing facial features, Ichigo felt he definitely wasn't on the same level as Grimmjow or Nemu. "Even if I could, it's not really my thing."

"That's a shame," Aizen said. "I would have personally enjoyed working on your photo shoots."

Ichigo wasn't sure, but it felt like it was getting hotter in the room. He looked back over to where the shoot was going on. Nemu and Grimmjow were pressed together, intertwined in a way to imply sex without being sexual at all. The photographer seemed to be trying to avoid vulgarity, and directed them as such.

"Is there something going on between you and Grimmjow?"

"What?" Ichigo's head snapped up at the sudden question. "No, of course not."

"Good," Aizen replied, his smile never wavering. "Then I have no reason not to ask you out for dinner."

"What?" Ichigo said again, feeling like a broken record. Aizen was standing much too close to him, that he was very much aware of. Confident brown eyes were staring down at him, quite assured that he would answer positively. But Ichigo wasn't sure he had heard Aizen right. "I'm sorry, I think I misheard you."

"No, it was my fault for not being clear. Would you like to go out for dinner on Friday night?"

Ichigo shot a furtive glance at Grimmjow, but the other man wasn't paying attention to him right now. Then he wondered why he was looking to Grimmjow in this kind of situation. He turned back to Aizen. "I'm sorry, but I don't mix business with pleasure."

"Oh," Aizen said, smile only growing, "I'm quite confident that you'll want to make an exception."

Aizen's laid his hand over Ichigo's on the table, the small contact sending a wave of heat through Ichigo's body. His mouth came close to Ichigo's ear, and he murmured hoarsely into it.

"I can assure you, you won't regret saying yes."

Ichigo was never more relieved when his cell phone rang. He broke away from Aizen's body heat to fish it out of his pocket, only somewhat discouraged when he saw that it was Ishida calling. He wasn't ready to talk to Ishida, but it was preferable to getting sexually harassed. Well, he thought to himself, it wasn't as much sexual harassment as it was getting asked out on a date by a handsome, successful man. He frowned, wondering why this was a bad thing, but then decided to forget about that thought. He would answer the phone.

"I'm sorry," Ichigo said to Aizen, "I have to take this."

"Of course. Feel free to use my office, it's room 605."

Ichigo walked off as he answered the phone, leaving the room just as he shut the door. "Hey."

"Hi," Ishida said, "am I calling at a bad time?"

"No." They were on the fifth floor, so Ichigo just went ahead and took a staircase upstairs. Room 605 was easy enough to find, and he let himself in. The secretary was gone, so Ichigo went ahead and entered the inner sanctum of the office, taking a seat in Aizen's chair. "Actually, you saved me. I was in a situation I didn't really want to be in."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Ichigo replied. He thought of how Ishida would react upon hearing a rich, older man had hit on Ichigo. "You'd just use it to make fun of me somehow."

He could almost see Ishida smiling over the phone. "Fair enough. I was just calling about the last time we went drinking together. I didn't want things to be. . . awkward between us."

Yeah, Ichigo thought, it was a little too late for that. As it was he was feeling more uncomfortable having this conversation than he had felt just minutes ago.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to keep things from me," Ishida continued. "It's okay if you're dating someone else. You don't have to worry about my feelings and try to hide it."

That wasn't exactly the problem. Ichigo would have no problem introducing Grimmjow as a boyfriend if, in fact, Grimmjow was an actual boyfriend. But telling Ishida that he had traded a long, committed relationship for tawdry sex wasn't something he particularly wanted to do. "Sorry. I haven't really told anyone, because we're not really dating right now."

Ichigo figured that wasn't a lie, and it would be sufficiently ambiguous enough that Ishida would come to his own conclusions without asking for details. Sure enough, Ishida seemed to accept it.

"I see," Ishida said, "you two are taking it slow. That's good. Although, really, Kurosaki, I don't see you with the jealous type."

"Yeah, I already talked to him about that," Ichigo said, scowling as he remembered that night. He had ruined one of his favorite t-shirts. "He can be hotheaded."

"Sounds like someone I know," Ishida teased. There was an awkward silence, and then Ishida asked another question. "How come Yumichika and Ikkaku knew about Grimmjow?"

Ichigo felt his breath catch. He wondered how much Yumichika had told them, that insufferable gossip. "Yumichika figured it out on his own, and Ikkaku just happened to be there."

". . .That does sound like Yumichika. He's rather observant, at least when it comes to someone else's love life."

"Yeah," Ichigo said, chuckling a little in agreement.

"Anyway, I was just calling to make sure things are good between us, but I should let you get back to work. Don't be a stranger, alright, Kurosaki?"

"Yeah, sure," Ichigo replied, "you too."

He hung up the phone and sighed, glad that was over and done with. He had been wondering how he would approach Ishida next time they saw each other, but this had pretty much set things back to normal. He realized that they were both struggling to stay friends. It wasn't an easy place for them to be in after years of dating, but Ichigo hoped that it would get easier over time. He was about to get up and go back upstairs when the door opened and started to swing inward. Denim-covered legs, a broad chest, and a shock of blue hair. Grimmjow stepped into the office and closed the door behind him.

"Are you finished?" Ichigo asked. He didn't know much about photoshoots, but that one hadn't seemed to last long at all.

"No," Grimmjow replied. He walked towards Ichigo. "Light was getting too hot, so they decided to take a break. What the hell was up with you?"

Ichigo glanced down at his cell phone. Had Grimmjow somehow known that he had been talking with Ishida? At any rate, Ichigo was sure that Grimmjow understood he wasn't allowed to get upset over something like that. He looked up again as his chair was spun around, and Grimmjow was towering in front of him. His arms were holding on to the top of the chair, his knees touching the leather between Ichigo's legs.

"Why were you letting Aizen all over you like that?" There was a hard glare in Grimmjow's eyes as he looked down at Ichigo.

"I wasn't," Ichigo said. Aizen might have been flirtatious, but it was nothing Ichigo couldn't handle.

"Don't fuck with me," Grimmjow said, his eyes narrowing. "I've got eyes, I saw how close he was standing to you. I saw how he was looking at you."

"He's a professional," Ichigo replied. "Even if he's interested, he's not going to cross that line."

"I don't fucking trust him," Grimmjow all but snarled. It was a ridiculous statement, Ichigo thought, considering the other man had given Grimmjow his first non-football related job, and had treated them with the utmost professional courtesy. Grimmjow's hands slid down to the arm rests, and his waist bended forward, until they were face to face. It didn't surprise Ichigo when lips were then pressed against his, although it didn't make him happy either. But somehow, before he knew it, Grimmjow had him off the chair and on edge the desk. Warm hands ran over his stomach, lifting his shirt up.

"Stop," Ichigo said, pushing against Grimmjow's hands. "Aizen could walk in at any moment."

"Good," Grimmjow said. "I hope he does. I want him to see my big dick inside that tight little hole of yours; that way he'll know that it belongs to me."

Ichigo shivered as Grimmjow bit down on his nipple. He scowled as he glanced towards the unlocked door, but Grimmjow was already peeling off his pants. He could feel his flesh being exposed to the cold air-conditioning of the room, before his pants and boxers were dropped onto the floor. Grimmjow was alternately sucking and biting down on his nipple, the small contact sending waves of pleasure through him.

"Grimmjow," he said, in a last attempt to stop the other man. But if he was being honest with himself, he would admit that he was too far gone as well. His cock was already hard with the promise of getting fucked, and the fact that they were in someone else's office made the situation even more tantalizing. "Stop."

"Shut up," Grimmjow said. He pushed down on Ichigo's shoulder. Ichigo's back hit the desk with a small thud, and he felt Grimmjow's hands grip onto his thighs. Grimmjow pulled Ichigo forward until he was laying on the edge of the desk, legs spread and dangling off it.

Ichigo watched as Grimmjow pulled open the zipper of his tight jeans, and the growing bulge in his underwear forced the flaps to the side. Grimmjow reached into the hole in his boxers, wrapped his hand around his cock, and pulled it out. It was only half hard but still huge, fleshy and flushed a deep red color. Grimmjow spit on it as he stroked it to life, until it was jutting proudly into the air, a wet sheen over its surface. He wasted no time in leading his cock to Ichigo's hole, pressing the tip of it against that puckered entrance. It opened greedily, wrapping around the tip of him.

Ichigo started. "Aren't you going to stretch me out first?"

"Why?" Grimmjow asked, voice hoarse. "After the pounding I gave you this morning, you're probably still all wet and slippery inside."

Ichigo flushed as Grimmjow slid in with ease, the walls of Ichigo's hole eager to stretch around the huge monster.

"See?" Grimmjow asked, smirking as he gave a thrust to emphasize his point.

Ichigo moaned with the movement. His hole had already been sore from the treatment it had gotten a few hours ago, but having Grimmjow's huge cock back inside of him so soon after didn't hurt at all. If anything, it made him feel better, every thrust sending out waves of pleasure to overtake the soreness. Soon he couldn't help but arch his back and push back onto Grimmjow's cock, trying to meet each one of Grimmjow's long, hard thrusts.

Grimmjow picked up Ichigo's legs and bent them over his shoulders as he leaned over the other man. It couldn't have been comfortable for Ichigo, his body bent together so much, but it felt so good for Grimmjow. Ichigo seemed even tighter from this angle, if that was possible. It felt like he was even deeper. Grimmjow grunted as he kept fucking Ichigo, pounding the man into Aizen's expensive mahogany desk.

Ichigo could feel himself getting close. He reached for a nearby tissue box, his hand knocking over several things on its way. Finally he managed to grab a tissue, and wrapped it around the head of his cock. He wrapped his other hand around his shaft and squeezed, before moving it up and down in fast strokes. Soon enough he felt a pressure in his groin, and his cock jerked as it came, spilling thin streams of cum into the tissue. Ichigo was spent. He laid on the desk, listless as Grimmjow kept fucking his ass.

Grimmjow could feel Ichigo coming, could feel his hole convulse and massage his cock. It felt so good, but it always did. He couldn't get enough of Ichigo's tight hole. Still, he pulled all the way out, and pulled Ichigo to his feet. Then he turned the man around and bent him over the desk before shoving back in again.

Ichigo grunted at the renewed assault. He could Grimmjow's flat palms on his back, pushing his chest and cheek hard into the cool wood of Aizen's desk. Grimmjow was fucking him even harder now, every thrust lifting his heels off the ground.

"Fuck yeah," Grimmjow murmured. He could feel himself getting closer. Could feel all that cum build up inside his balls, ready to shoot. "Take it. Take my huge dick up your cockhole."

It felt like Ichigo's ass was pulling him in, wanting him deeper and deeper. Grimmjow wondered if the man was doing it on purpose. Grimmjow felt a shudder run through his body. With one hand he grabbed one of Ichigo's ass cheeks and pulled it to the side. With the other hand he grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it out of Ichigo's hole. With one stroke his semen came shooting out, and he watched as it landed on Ichigo's small hole, covering the puckered entrance completely. The hole twitched as the semen hit it, and Ichigo gave out a low moan, strangely enjoying the feel of the hot liquid on his skin.

Grimmjow loved seeing Ichigo like that, his little hole covered in Grimmjow's jizz. He grinned at the delicious sight, before using his his cock to push the semen into Ichigo's hole. He watched as more of it disappeared each time he pushed his cock in. It would cling to the sides of his cock as he pulled out, creating sticky trails of semen that connected them together, but he kept sticking his cock in until most all his cum had disappeared inside of Ichigo.

When he was finished, he took some tissues to clean himself off. Ichigo did the same, wiping his ass off with a shaky hand, before going to collect his pants. At least Ichigo couldn't complain that they were a mess. Grimmjow zipped up his pants, pleased to note that they were in pristine condition.

"We should go," Ichigo said, heading towards the door. Grimmjow smirked to see he was still a little bit dazed; the orange-haired man really did love to take cock. "They'll be looking for you."

Grimmjow followed Ichigo to the door. As Ichigo grabbed the handle, it opened inward, revealing Aizen's smiling face.

"Ichigo," he purred, obviously happy to see the man, "I've been looking for you."

He took in Ichigo's flushed cheeks and his hair, which was more disheveled than usual. Aizen raised an eyebrow as Ichigo mumbled something and walked by him. It was then that he saw Grimmjow there. Grimmjow grinned at Aizen smugly as he walked past, purposely bumping into his shoulder. Aizen let his smile falter for just a second as he put two and two together. His desk was a mess, and there were crumpled up tissues in his wastebasket.

"Hinamori?" he said to his assistant, who was standing meekly behind him. "Would you please get me the security tapes for my office, for the last half hour or so?"

A light blush was spreading over Hinamori's face. So she wasn't as naive as she appeared. "Yes, sir."

Back at the photo shoot, Ichigo was hugely embarrassed over the fact that Aizen had discovered them. Granted, they weren't discovered in fraganti, really, but afterwards was almost just as bad. Aizen was smart enough to put two and two together. It didn't help that Grimmjow was acting as casual as ever, but Ichigo hadn't expected more from the man. He watched as Grimjow took position in front of the cameras again, light apparently fixed or replaced.

About twenty minutes later Aizen came back down to the set, and Ichigo averted his eyes as he sat down next to him. His whole body felt tense. . . after all, it was hardly professional of him to have sex in the office of the man who hired them.

"Kurosaki," Aizen said. Ichigo could feel the hairs on his skin stand up on end. "What do you think of this photo?"

There was a tense moment before Ichigo relaxed, realizing that Aizen was willing to gloss over the offense. Ichigo turned back to the computer and got back to business.

Some time later, Ichigo stood with Grimmjow at a busy intersection near Grimmjow's apartment. They were in front of the biggest billboard that Nico had bought for the campaign. Other billboards had gone up throughout the city already, but the workers had changed this particular billboard just this morning. Now, a thin plastic sheet covered it, about to be revealed.

"I don't get why we're here," Grimmjow said, shoulders slumped as he dug his hands into the pockets of his pea coat. It was just a billboard, after all. Did it really matter that it was his mug that was on it?

Ichigo scowled at Grimmjow's attitude, wondering why the man couldn't just be happy about his success. "We might as well look, it's on the way to your place."

"Whatever."

Ichigo watched as the workers peeled off the plastic, revealing the new campaign for Nico. Grimmjow was at the very center of the ad, sitting in a simple wooden chair but looking like he was a king in a throne. Nemu was at his side, one leg straight on the floor while the other was bent onto the chair, looking almost like she was going to climb into the chair in the next few moments. One arm was resting on the back of Grimmjow's shoulders, while the other was on her waist, her body contorted in a way that covered most of her chest. Her smoldering gaze was focused downward, towards Grimmjow, while Grimmjow's stare was fixed on the viewer.

It looked amazing, Ichigo thought. And he might have been biased, but he thought that it was Grimmjow that stood out from the photo, not Nemu. This despite the fact that Nemu was a huge star. Grimmjow really did look handsome, though, splashed up there in the billboard.

"You're blushing."

Ichigo's eyes snapped up to Grimmjow, scowl deepening. The other man was smirking at him. "What are you talking about?"

"You're blushing. You were just thinking about how handsome I am, weren't you?"

"You're such an idiot," Ichigo muttered, but he was sure his blush deepened. Grimmjow only smiled down at him. They heard a small squeal then, and looked over to see a group of teenage girls oohing over the photos. One of them took out a camera and snapped a shot of it. Ichigo smiled at the scene. Beside him, Grimmjow turned up the collar of his coat, a futile attempt not to be recognized in case the girls looked in their direction. As if his shock of bright blue hair wouldn't give it away.

Ichigo's business cell rang, and he looked down to see an unknown number splash across it. He picked it up and held it to his ear.

"Kurosaki Ichigo here," he said, wondering who was calling.

"Hello, this is Tessai Tsukabishi, from Coco-Cola Japan. Is this Grimmjow Jeagerjaques's agent?"

Ichigo felt the nerves in his stomach flutter, in an entirely good way. Grimmjow hadn't even gotten any sports endorsements yet, and now a huge corporation like Coca-cola was on the line? "Yes, it is. How are you, Tsukabishi-san?"

"Fine, fine. I was just calling because Grimmjow's been on our radar for awhile now, ever since his stunning debut with F.C. Tokyo. What really impressed us, though, are these new advertisements that have been popping up on all the buses and billboards around town. Apparently, he's causing quite a stir among teenage girls, my daughter included."

"I see," Ichigo said.

"At any rate, I'll cut to the chase. Would Grimmjow be open to signing an endorsement deal?"

Ichigo couldn't help the smile that was spreading over his face. "I'll have to talk to him and get back to you."

"Good, good. Also, Kurosaki, I'll tell you that I golf with some of the good people over at Nike's marketing division. Don't be surprised if they call soon, if Grimmjow's performance on the field stays steady."

"That's good to know. . . thank you."

"Yes, well, please call me as soon as you receive an answer."

"Of course," Ichigo said, "I'll be sure to do that."

He turned towards Grimmjow, grinning from ear to ear. "How do you feel about Coca-Cola?"

Grimmjow stared down at Ichigo for one long moment. He had never seen Ichigo look so happy. . . it was strange.

"I drink Pepsi," he said. The he turned to walk towards his apartment.

Ichigo frowned and started after the other man, knowing that he was just being difficult. As far as he could tell Grimmjow didn't drink any soda at all. Still, even if Grimmjow couldn't admit it or didn't care, Ichigo knew that this was the start of something big. Maybe it was time to hire a publicist.


A/N: Sorry for everyone who was expecting Aizen/Ichigo! It wasn't my intention to mislead when I wrote the next chapter preview last time. Don't worry though, Aizen will be back eventually, with sex tape drama ^^


Next chapter: An altercation with Ulquirra Cifer gets Grimmjow kicked out of a game, and someone catches him and Ichigo in the locker room.