Sex and Football

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Chapter Nine


Ichigo woke up to the noises of the other players clamoring down the hallway. They were cheering and yelling, so Ichigo figured they had just won the game and were headed to someone's hotel room to celebrate. Ichigo frowned. So much for going to the hot springs alone with Grimmjow. He guessed his secret goal for the weekend was never going to come to fruition.

Ichigo and Byakuya had fallen asleep right after what happened earlier, too tired to do much else. But now, looking around the room, Ichigo realized that he was completely alone. Grimmjow was probably celebrating with the others, but he wondered where Byakuya was. Maybe the boy had gone home. Ichigo got up, thinking that he should at least look for Byakuya, in case he wasn't feeling well. He opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, where he crashed into an already drunk red head.

Renji blinked at him. His long red hair was down and a terrible mess, tangled in at least two places that Ichigo could see. Still, in didn't look bad. . . in fact, Renji looked kind of cute like that. Renji kept staring at him, apparently unable to do much else. As he stared at Ichigo, his cheeks slowly became redder and redder.

"Umm. . . Ichigo. . . mm. .. sorry, 'bout, other day. . . should go. More sake." And then he half-ran, half-stumbled away.

Well. . . at least that was somewhat of an improvement over Renji ignoring him pre-blow job. At least Renji had been able to manage a semi-coherent sentence while looking Ichigo directly in the eyes. Ichigo made his way through the inn, keeping an eye out for Byakuya. He finally found him outside, sitting at the base of a hill. There was something in his hands, and as Ichigo got closer he realized it was a snowboard.

It was a basic snowboard, not like one of the expensive-looking things that Yoruichi and her friends had been riding. Ichigo guessed that Byakuya had gotten it from the inn manager or something. As Ichigo took a seat beside the boy, he noticed that Byakuya's hands were running over the surface of the board in slow, gentle movements. Almost reverently.

"Are you okay?" Ichigo asked, not just referring to what happened with Grimmjow. He was referring to things in general.

Byakuya turned and stared at him, nothing readable in those cold grey eyes. His hair was still down, and the silky strands fluttered about his face, framing his features perfectly. Ichigo wondered why he always wore it up. . . it seemed a shame to do so.

"I'm perfectly fine," Byakuya said. "I'm not so weak as to be troubled by. . . that bit of vulgarity."

"Of course," Ichigo said, pretending not to notice that light blush that rose to Byakuya's cheeks. He looked up at the hill. It wasn't the most thrilling thing, but it was definitely big enough for a snowboarder to run down a few times before getting bored. "Are you going to take a run down the hill?"

"I tried," Byakuya replied, his cheeks turning even pinker. "But certain areas of my body seem to be too sore."

Ichigo bit back a laugh at that. Still, Byakuya didn't look like he was in very bad shape, considering that it was his first time and he had taken Grimmjow's huge cock in his ass.

"Besides," Byakuya continued, "snowboarding is for fools. Like Yoruichi."

Despite his harsh words, Byakuya was looking at the snowboard with a type of fondness. He definitely enjoyed snowboarding more than he was letting on. Then Ichigo realized why Byakuya was making such a fuss about all the agents who were trying to represent him in skiing: maybe his heart laid with a different sport.

"Do you want to compete in snowboarding?" Ichigo asked, each word slow and precise. He didn't want to offend the hotheaded boy, although he wasn't sure why Byakuya found the idea of snowboarding so offensive.

"Of course not," Byakuya said, a little too quickly. "I'm from a long line of skiers. My grandfather has the record for most Olympic gold medals in skiing. My ancestors before that were also highly decorated. There would be nothing more honorable than to continue their tradition."

Byakuya's eyes seemed to shine with pride as he discussed his family's history. He really did seem as though he wanted to uphold his family's tradition, but. . .

"That doesn't mean you can't love snowboarding," Ichigo said.

Byakuya didn't seem to have anything to say to that. He just stared down at the snowboard in his hands.

"Just like how you're proud of your family for excelling in skiing, I'm sure your grandfather would be proud of you for excelling in snowboarding. Does he know that you like to snowboard?"

There was silence for a long time. When Byakuya did answer, it was with a small no. For once, there was a hint of insecurity in his eyes. He turned to Ichigo, questioning.

"If I hire you as my agent. . . as my agent, will you come talk to my grandfather with me?"

Ichigo nodded. So Byakuya was just a little teenaged brat after all, clamoring for his grandfather's approval. "Yeah, sure."

Byakuya nodded, his eyes taking on their usual self-assured glow. His back stood a little bit straighter, and his hands came to rest firmly on the board. "In that case, I formally hire you as my agent, to represent me in the sport of snowboarding."

"Well, we still have to sign a con-"

"As my agent, your first duty will be to come to my house tomorrow morning to meet with Grandfather."

Ichigo didn't have any problems with that. He thought that Byakuya was making a mountain out of a molehill; Ginrei would no doubt be fine with having a champion snowboarder in his family. "Okay."

Byakuya's fingers started to tap on his board, and he bit his lip before turning to ask Ichigo something. ". . . Is Grimmjow your boyfriend?"

Ichigo frowned, wondering where this was going. At any rate, this really wasn't something he wanted to get into. "Something like that."

"In that case. . ." Byakuya's fingers stopped tapping, and he lifted his chin up a little as he looked at Ichigo. "In that case, as my agent, it will be your duty to loan Grimmjow to me from time to time as I desire it."

Ichigo's hand came up to slap against the back of Byakuya's head. He almost laughed at the shocked expression on Byakuya's face. "You're still a hundred years too early to ask for something like that."

"So it's no good?" Byakuya asked, looking surprisingly innocent for someone who had just requested a regular booty call from someone else's lover.

"Well. . . we'll see." Ichigo got up and helped Byakuya to his feet. "Do you want to stay the night or should I call for a taxi?"

"I can send for a driver," Byakuya said. "My grandfather will worry if I don't come home."

"Okay, well, I'll wait with you in the lobby. It's warmer in there."

A half-hour later Byakuya was gone, back to the comfort and extravagance of his mountain estate. Ichigo was feeling wiped out from all the activity of the day, so he started to head back to his room. He'd have to wake up super early tomorrow morning to go meet with Byakuya's grandfather, since their bus left at eight. Or maybe he should just leave later and fly back to Tokyo. He picked up his phone, about to check if there were any flights down in the morning, when he noticed he had a missed call. From Urahara.

Ichigo looked at the clock. It was late, but not so late that Urahara would be asleep. The man would be angry at Ichigo for calling so late, but he'd be even angrier if Ichigo waited until the morning to do it. Stopping to lean against the wall of the hallway, Ichigo dialed Urahara's number.

"Ichigo," Urahara said, "where have you been?"

"Sorry. My cell has been acting funny." He wondered if Urahara could tell he was lying.

"What are you doing Wednesday evening?"

Urahara always did have a tendency to cut to the chase when it was important. Well, it's not as though Ichigo had anything pressing to do in the nest few days. Just getting contracts ready for Byakuya and Yoruichi, and following up with Inoue when it came to Coca-Cola. His other two clients were pretty much inactive until their next salary negotiations came up. "I'm free if there's something important to do."

"A potential client called the office today and he requested you. He's a big one, so I want you to do anything in your power to persuade him to sign a contract. I've already made a reservation at Sense in the Mandarin Oriental. That's where he's staying. Show up at seven, not a minute later, and don't let him pay for anything."

Ichigo was about to ask who this potential client was when Urahara hung up, apparently having said all that he wanted to say. Ichigo wondered how his name had gotten famous enough to attract a client. . . the only famous athlete he had been in charge of, after all, was Grimmjow. And Grimmjow had only landed one modeling job and one endorsement so far. Ichigo guessed he would find out Wednesday, though.

Ichigo turned and made his way back to his room, when he was grabbed from behind. Before he knew it he was slung over someone's shoulder. . . although that round, muscular ass certainly looked familiar.

"Grimmjow? What the hell are you doing?" Knowing Grimmjow, it was probably something absolutely idiotic.

"It's a surprise," Grimmjow said, "so shut up and go with it."

Ichigo scowled, but it was just easier to let Grimmjow do what he wanted. Ichigo couldn't believe the man was still so energetic after skiing all day, fucking Byakuya, and then being knocked unconscious by Ichigo's right hook. He really was an amazing physical specimen of a man. At any rate, Ichigo couldn't tell where they were going, his view filled with Grimmjow's backside. He felt it get steamy. . . then cold? Were they outside? Grimmjow was completely manhandling him now, pulling off his clothes, and then Ichigo felt himself deposited with a splash in a pool of hot water. He flailed for a little as he fell under the water, gasped for breath, then quickly used his hands to sit up. It was only chest deep, once he was sitting.

"What the hell?"

He blinked. Grimmjow was standing nude in front of him, getting into the water. There were stars above him and mountains of snow in front of him. They were in the open air hot springs. And they were completely alone.

"You kept talking about going to the hot springs," Grimmjow said, walking towards him, "and you seemed so eager about it. I thought it was weird, but then I got to thinking. . . maybe you have a kink for fucking in hot springs. And it's not like you'd ever say anything about it outright."

Grimmjow was sitting in front of him now, and his hands came to fit neatly around Ichigo's waist.

"Like I said," Grimmjow said, pulling Ichigo towards him, so that their mouths were almost touching, "you really are a prude."

Ichigo wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck as they pressed their lips together. It started with just firm pecks, the pressing of lips against lips several times, before Grimmjow's tongue came out to lick along Ichigo's lips. Ichigo opened his mouth, letting Grimmjow's tongue explore the soft recesses inside. Grimmjow's hands tugged at his waist, pulling him forward so that he came to sit on Grimmjow's lap.

"What if someone walks in?" Ichigo asked, expecting some answer about letting them watch or even join in. Instead, Grimmjow surprised him.

"I reserved the place for the next hour."

Grimmjow's hair was wilting in the steam and humidity, falling in messy waves around his face. Ichigo buried his hands in the back of it, pulling their bodies even closer together. Grimmjow's face was buried at the base of his neck, and he started licking and biting on Ichigo's collarbone. Their erections were squeezed in between their stomachs, standing side by side, rubbing together in an utterly incredible yet entirely unsatisfying way. Ichigo closed his eyes as warm hands ran down his sides to cup against his ass.

Grimmjow kept sucking on Ichigo's skin as he kneading his ass, enjoying the feel of the toned flesh underneath his hands. Although Ichigo wasn't an athlete, he was certainly fit, thanks to time spent at the gym and playing pick-up basketball games. After several minutes of just making out, Grimmjow's hands finally moved towards Ichigo's hole. He easily slid the index finger from each hand inside of it.

Ichigo shivered as his ass was penetrated. Grimmjow's fingers pulled him apart as wide as they could, and it felt like hot water was filling him up. His grip on Grimmjow tightened as those fingers stretched and massages his inner walls, getting him ready. Soon they left him, and Ichigo moved backwards a little bit, just enough to free Grimmjow's cock from between their stomachs. With one of Grimmjow's hands on his waist to guide him, he lifted his hips up, then down again, feeling his hole press against the tip of Grimmjow's cock.

Ichigo bit his lip as he sank down on the huge cock, but that didn't suppress the moan that reverberated through his whole body. He went slow, enjoying the feeling of being stretched open. The water rippled around them, making slick noises with every movement.

"So fucking tight," Grimmjow mutter into Ichigo's skin, as soon as his cock was completely buried inside that little hole.

"Tighter than Byakuya?" Ichigo couldn't help but say it.

"What, jealous?" Grimmjow smirked against Ichigo's collar bone. "That was the brat's first time, he couldn't help but be tight. But his hole didn't milk me the way yours is doing now."

Ichigo flushed lightly at that, but then both of Grimmjow's hands were on his waist, lifting him up.

"Come on," Grimmjow said. "Ride it. Shove it in and fuck yourself on it."

Ichigo shivered, lifting his hips before slamming back down. He could feel the water splash up slightly around them with the movement, and he found himself moving faster and faster. His grip tightened around Grimmjow's head as he fucked himself on that huge cock, all the while grinding his own cock against Grimmjow's stomach. He could hear his moans filling the room, mingling with the sound of the lightly splashing water. It wasn't long before he came, shooting hot semen in between them to coat both their stomachs. His legs felt weak, and then they gave out. He fell back onto Grimmjow's cock, impaling himself completely as his head landed on Grimmjow's shoulders.

Grimmjow got up a little bit, lifting Ichigo with him. His still hard cock fell out of Ichigo's hole as he dropped the other man onto the tiled ground by the edge of the pool. Ichigo winced as his ass and upper back made contact with the hard stone. It was cold laying there, only his lower legs submerged in the pool, only the heated steam rising from its surface to warm him. He lifted himself up a little so that, while his forearms were on the ground, his back wasn't. And, at any rate, Ichigo didn't have much time to think about how uncomfortable it was. Because Grimmjow's shock of blue hair was lowering between his legs, and a tongue was pressing against his taint.

Ichigo's breath caught at the sensation. He closed his eyes, all the better to focus on the treatment Grimmjow' inexplicably rough tongue was giving him. It grazed up and down that narrow strip of flesh, sending pleasure shooting out throughout his body. After awhile it brushed against the edge of his hole, then lingered there, rubbing against the part of Ichigo's hole directly next to his taint. Ichigo couldn't help but moan at the teasing feeling. It felt so good, but not nearly as good as it felt when Grimmjow slid his tongue completely inside of him.

Now Ichigo was really moaning, cock growing hard again as that hot, wet tongue squirmed inside of him. Fucked him in a way that was entirely different than how a cock would. He loved getting this kind of attention, having Grimmjow rimming his ass like it was the most delicious thing in the world. It didn't take too long before he was completely hard again for the third time that night, his cock dripping thin strands of pre-cum onto him stomach.

After awhile that tongue pulled out of his body, and Ichigo whined at the loss before he could help himself. He blamed it on the heat and the steam of the baths, which were combining to make him light-headed. Grimmjow smirked as he heard the noise, which made Ichigo regret making it all the more. But than Grimmjow was moving forward, devilish grin on his face, and Ichigo had to clamp a palm over his mouth as he watched his cock disappear into Grimmjow's mouth in one gulp.

Shit. Ichigo moaned into his palm as that hot mouth started to suck on him like the cure for cancer was in his dick. It felt amazing, and looked even better, Grimmjow's face pressed completely against his crotch. And when Grimmjow started to bob up and down, and looked up at Ichigo with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, Ichigo almost lost it right then and there. But he didn't. . . he had come too many times tonight already for it to be that easy.

So he relaxed and just enjoyed the show. Enjoyed the attention Grimmjow was lavishing on him. As Grimmjow's mouth moved up and down his cock, one of Grimmjow's hands found its way to Ichigo's balls. It cupped and fondled them, sometimes squeezing gently, sometimes rolling just a little bit. And that mouth continued to work on him, bobbing up and down before it concentrated on just his head. He felt Grimmjow's tongue swirl around his sensitive cock head, over and over, until finally dipping down into the slit at the top of it. Shivers ran up Ichigo's body, and Grimmjow pulled away, Ichigo's cock falling from his mouth with a wet noise. Grimmjow smirked, then stuck his tongue out, licking a long, slow trail from the base of Ichigo's cock to the tip. He pressed a kiss to the very tip before lifting himself up and positioning himself between Ichigo's legs.

Almost automatically, Ichigo spread his legs a little bit farther. He could see Grimmjow's big cock now. It was wet and throbbing, and Grimmjow was stroking it with long, measured movements of his wrist.

"I'm going to stick it in again," Grimmjow said, though Ichigo hardly knew why the other man felt the need to say it.

At any rate, he didn't wait for a response. Grimmjow wrapped one hand around Ichigo's thigh. His other hand stayed wrapped around his cock, holding it nice and straight as he positioned it at Ichigo's hole. A hole that was still loose from previous fucking, and opened up easily as Grimmjow pushed forward. Grimmjow started to fuck the other man from this position, watching as his cock slammed into Ichigo's hole over and over again.

"So fucking good," Grimmjow said. "You love having my huge dick up your hole, don't you? The only thing your hole's good for is taking cock, isn't it?"

Ichigo cried out as Grimmjow sped up his pace. Ichigo was supporting himself with his arms, but they were getting shaky. It felt too good to have Grimmjow inside him, to have Grimmjow fucking him like this.

"Say it," Grimmjow growled, as his hand closed around Ichigo's cock.

Ichigo moaned as Grimmjow started to jerk him off. "Yes. Fuck, yes. All my hole wants is to have your dick inside of it, ramming it inside out."

"Fuck yeah. I'll pound it all night long if it wants me to. I'll fill it with load after load of cum, and then I'll fuck it some more."

Grimmjow leaned forward, and Ichigo lost his balance. His back fell onto the polished stone of the hot spring. Grimmjow followed shortly after, bending over to kiss Ichigo as he kept fucking the man. Grimmjow's hand reached into the small space between their stomachs, tugging on Ichigo's erection. As their tongues sparred Ichigo lost it, shooting his third orgasm of the night into Grimmjow's hand. Grimmjow didn't last much longer, and Ichigo soon felt the first jet of hot semen flood into his ass. He wrapped his legs around Grimmjow's waist, pulling the man closer, wanting every drop of Grimmjow's semen deep inside of him.

After Grimmjow came he fell on top of Ichigo and buried his face in the nape of Ichigo's neck. He could feel Ichigo's pulse, still racing, and he waited for it to calm down. He waited for both their pulses to calm down. After a while he withdrew, pulling his cock out with a wet noise.

"Are you tired?" he asked, his hands coming up to rub up and down Ichigo's sides. Ichigo was still laying there, hadn't moved an inch.

"Yeah," Ichigo breathed. He forced himself to move, realizing that they should get themselves cleaned up. Luckily they were in the hot springs, although he was sure the innkeepers would not condone what they were getting up to in here. He sunk back into the water, his swollen hole crying in relief as it touched the hot, soothing water. Ichigo was still feeling shaky, but Grimmjow's arm came up around his back to support him. He felt himself being pulled half onto Grimmjow's lap, could feel Grimmjow's hand washing away the cum that stuck to his stomach and chest. He felt Grimmjow's lips against the side of his head, pressing a kiss into his hair.

"Do you need me to carry you to our room? Princess style?"

Ichigo scowled as he pushed Grimmjow away. Grimmjow was smirking at him, and maybe laughing a little bit.

"Fuck no," Ichigo said. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"I dunno, was thinking you'd be cute being carried like that."

"I can walk by myself," Ichigo said, getting up out of the bath to prove it. He didn't get far, though, because soon he was being tackled back into the water. Grimmjow's arms were wrapped around him, Grimmjow's hard cock pressed against the side of his thigh. He couldn't believe how insatiable the other man was. They had sex practically every day, and this was his third time tonight. Ichigo almost reconsidered his answer to Byakuya's earlier question. . . maybe it would be better on his ass if he loaned Grimmjow out every now and then.

"Come on, one more round. We have the place for another twenty minutes. I'll make it a quickie."

Ichigo sighed, wondering if saying no was even an option. "Fine."

Ichigo turned around so that he was facing Grimmjow, back pressed against the side of the hot spring. He bent his arms behind him, resting his forearms on the stone ground and gripping the edge of the pool with his hands. Grimmjow, kneeling in front of him, lifted Ichigo's lower body up to meet his pelvis. The buoyancy of the water was it easy to keep his body suspended like that, even without Grimmjow's hands to hold him up. Soon he felt Grimmjow's cock nudging at his entrance again, and it easily slid into his already wet hole. Grimmjow started to fuck him in short, shallow thrusts, as his hands wondered all over Ichigo's body. They ran over his chest, over his stomach, and his sides, sometimes dipping down to fondle his still limp cock. With his body practically level with the surface of the water, Ichigo had a rather obscene view of it being fucked, and it brought a flush to his face.

"I thought it was going to be a quickie," Ichigo said, half moaning. Though his cock seemed to be done for the day, it still felt so good to be filled like this.

"Yeah. Sorry." Grimmjow sped up his thrusts, until he was ramming into Ichigo with each one. Ichigo started to clench and de-clench his ass around Grimmjow's cock, hoping that the added sensation would help the man get off. He reached up with one hand as he supported his weight with the other, to pinch Grimmjow's left nipple and roll it around in his fingers.

"Talk dirty to me," Grimmjow said, "that'll get me off. Tell me how my dick feels inside of you."

Ichigo blushed, but at this point in their relationship he knew that Grimmjow liked this kind of stuff. It wasn't as embarrassing as it used to be, at any rate. "Your dick's so big and hot. I love the way it teases my hole, the way it fucks me. It always feels like it's going to split me apart, but it feels so fucking good."

"Yeah, my dick likes your little hole, too. It gets so hard thinking about it. All it wants to do is slam into you over and over, all day long."

"Do it," Ichigo moaned. "Fuck me. Give me that big, juicy cock."

Grimmjow finally gave a grunt and a final thrust, and Ichigo found himself being filled with more hot cum. He frowned and hoped that they could make it through getting each other cleaned up without Grimmjow getting hard again.

"Okay," Ichigo said, carefully pulling himself off of Grimmjow's cock, "let's go rinse off in the shower and head back to our room."

Luckily, Grimmjow seemed sated enough, and they were able to tumble into their beds and fall asleep without further incident.

Ichigo woke up early the next morning, tired and sore. He went through all his work duties in a haze. . . print out two copies of the standard contract pdf. Explain to Ginrei that Byakuya was changing his career focus. (The old man, incidentally, had no problems with Byakuya taking up the sport). Get Byakuya to sign the contract. Track down Yoruichi (easy enough; she was staying at the Kuchiki estate), get her to sign the contract. Ignore Byakuya's questions about Grimmjow. Watch Yoruichi tease Byakuya about Grimmjow. Ichigo was looking forward to just getting back to the inn in time to make the bus, and sleeping the whole damn way home. Fortunately for him, that's exactly what he was able to do.

Unfortunately for him, the next week of his life wouldn't be nearly as relaxing.

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Next chapter: Coca-cola sends a gift basket, and Ichigo finds out who his potential new client is.