Nude Modelling is Hard Work

Warning: This story will, at some points, contain delicious man-sex. Please do not proceed, if you're not into that. (But really, who wouldn't be?)

Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters belong to Tite Kubo.

Chapter One: Beware of Cougars

On that particular Sunday morning, Grimmjow woke up with a hangover hammering at his head. Squinting at the too-bright sunlight streaming through his window, he sat up and let the cotton sheets slide down to his waist. He stretched, feeling the sleek muscles of his tall frame tighten and loosen, and sighed wearily. Long, calloused fingers lost themselves in bright blue hair as he tried to remember events of the previous night.

Because the hot, naked woman lying next to him was a complete stranger. Sure, Grimmjow was in the habit of having one-night stands, but he usually remembered these kinds of things the next morning.

"Shit."

Then, at the worst possible moment, that curvaceous female body next to him stirred to life.

"Hey, babe." The voice purred, mature and confident.

"Uh, hey." He responded dumbly.

A perfect eyebrow rose, "You don't remember anything, do ya?"

The young man shook his head, no.

"Well, you were pretty wasted," The woman shrugged as she got out of bed; she didn't seem the least bit angry, "Threw up all over my good dress."

"My bad." He muttered.

"Why don't you make it up to me, hmm?" She smiled mischievously.

"Do I have to get naked?"

"Oh, hon," Rangiku chuckled, "No need to be self-conscious. If I remember correctly, your body is magnificent."

"Tch."

"The students are going to go wild." She laughed shrilly, tossing back her strawberry blond hair.

"Why am I doing this, woman?" Grimmjow snarled.

"Mmm?" Rangiku was all innocence, "You agreed to make it up to me, remember?"

"I thought you meant 'have-more-sex-with-me', not 'come-be-a-nude-model-for-my-art-class'."

"And yet, here we are."

He shrugged, "I keep my word."

"My, my. What a gentleman," She smiled cheekily, while her hand reached behind him to cop a feel, "You'd make a great boyfriend, but I really do prefer older men."

Grimmjow reminded himself never to get involved with cougars again. They were just too crafty.

"So," She batted her eyelashes, "get naked for me, darling?"

"I'd better get paid for this, woman."

"Yes, yes." She said noncommittally before giving the young man a good slap in the ass, "Now let's go. We're late for class."

Ichigo sat in his usual spot against the studio's back wall, sketchpad and pencil in hand. The professor was late, but that was nothing new. He began a light tapping rhythm with his foot, and stared up at the ceiling. Beside him, Renji was slowly drifting into dreamland. As the tell-tale clicking of stiletto heels approached, the young man gave his friend a sharp jab in the ribs.

Today, the woman standing at the front of the room looked especially cheerful.

"Hello, everybody," she grinned with a certain mystery, "I have a surprise for you~"

Ichigo immediately tensed. Last time there was a "surprise" in this sketching class, he was clawed by ten different cats.

With dread, he heard the door slowly creaking open, fully expecting the noisy arrival of a pack of dogs. What followed, however, was absolute silence.

Surprise, indeed.

Twenty-something pairs of eyes widened as a living Greek statue walked into the room. Three words flashed through Ichigo's artistic mind at that moment: perfect male specimen. The stranger had a head of wild, bright-blue hair. His feline-like eyes flashed dangerously as a slight scowl played at the thin lips below his sharp nose. He was tall, but not lanky. Under the loosely tied cotton robe, Ichigo could picture those muscles rippling and flexing with every fluid motion of limb and torso.

"Today," The professor announced while everyone else ogled, "I thought we would, ah, explore the male anatomy."

"Grimmjow, my dear," she addressed the young man, who was now standing still, "If you please."

"Can't believe I'm doing this." He sounded annoyed, but his voice was low and a little bit rough and so appealing.

As the cloth previously clinging to his fine frame dropped to the floor, so did every person's jaw. Ichigo couldn't believe the naked glory of the tanned body at the front. His hungry eyes wandered lower and lower and lower until he saw it – even when flaccid, it was quite a piece of work. Unconsciously, Ichigo's slick tongue slipped out of his mouth, running across his soft upper lip. Oh yes. That electric blue hair was completely natural.

For a cold early-spring morning, the air in that studio was incredibly steamy.

"Well, not that anyone's actually listening;" the art teacher was amused as she eyed her students, "But Grimmjow will stay in each pose for three minutes. Try to get as much as you can. This is a rare opportunity~"

As she said it, Matsumoto gave the class a wink.

"Wait, I have to pose?"

The woman shrugged, "You're already naked, darling, why not let loose a little?"

Decidedly now ignoring the she-devil, Grimmjow scanned the room of art students. He smirked smugly as he saw that most of them could only manage to sneak a fleeting glance. Some of the young women even looked a little faint. One person, however, kept a steady gaze on him – a young man at the back of the room, whose guileless brown eyes were raking down the planes of his body, devouring it by means of sight. The feral smile on his face widened as he watched those eyes cast down. Pearly teeth began chewing on a plump bottom lip as the artist began his frantic sketching.

Amused and intrigued, Grimmjow studied the young man, noting his fiery orange hair, his expanse of smooth, sun-kissed skin, and the lithe, muscular frame.

As he continued to look, he caught sight of a pink tongue peeking out between soft-looking lips, only to sneak back in moments later. Idly, he began to wonder how that unwittingly sinful mouth would taste, and how perfectly it would wrap around his –

In that moment, Grimmjow's not-too-bright mind realized that getting wood while his naked body was on display in front of a crowd was only slightly more embarrassing than, well, being naked in front of a crowd. And so, even though he was already becoming aroused by the dirty thoughts circling his head, he kept things under control.

To be sure, he preferred women, but the occasional man was not a problem – especially when it was someone as delectable as this.

Suddenly, without warning, the young man looked back up. In a moment of absolute electricity, soft chocolate met shocking azure for the first time. The young artist's reaction went straight to Grimmjow's groin – that widening of brown eyes, the slight parting of plump lips, and the tell-tale red tinge on his face – every subtle movement became just a little erotic.

Oh, shit.

Having closed his eyes, Grimmjow, took a deep breath and counted to three, trying to think of un-sexy things – like sick kittens – that might quench the fire racing through his body.

He didn't remember being this easily aroused.

Across the room, Ichigo was having similar dilemmas. The tempting, naked male form was provocative enough without said male form making note of his own presence. He now felt the heat of that stare, and began to feel as naked as the nude model himself. Studying the life-like figures on his paper, however, he had to admit that it was the best work he'd done in months. Matsumoto, though a little air-headed, was right – this was a rare opportunity. Lust was a potent source of inspiration, especially for a young man at his prime who was, in fact, not getting enough. A sigh, wistful and soft and a little lustful, escaped his lips. He was glad that Renji had nodded off to sleep at some point, so that he wouldn't have to explain this bizarre behaviour.

The kid was provoking him – Grimmjow was sure of it now. Why else would those brown eyes become so hooded with want? And why else would he sigh like that? If he was good at nothing else, Grimmjow was quite adept at everything to do with sex (and machinery, but that wasn't useful at all, was it?); he could easily tell when someone was aroused.

"Well," Rangiku piped up, "That's enough. Wasn't it fun, everyone?"

With both relief and disappointment, the entire class watched as the nude model slipped back into his linen robe and walked out of the studio – though not without one last smouldering glance at a certain student.

Ichigo knew that he needed more time with this man – to study him more in detail. Every artist had a muse, and it seemed that he'd just found his.

Too bad he would never see him again.

In any case, that was what he thought until he saw the nude model coming out of Matsumoto's office, now fully dressed. Ichigo swallowed nervously. He came only to return some borrowed art supplies; this turn of events was completely unexpected.

"Uh," Hesitantly, he spoke up, "Excuse me."

The other young man turned, and there was a wicked flash of recognition in his too-blue eyes, "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you'd be the model for my next painting."

Feline eyes, usually apathetic, now widened in surprise.

"You don't have to get naked," Ichigo added quickly, "And I'll pay you."

"I don't do this for a living, ya know. I'm just a mechanic." Grimmjow's smirk became just a little predatory as he scanned the deserted hallway.

"Oh."

"But sure, I'll do it."

"Really? Thank you."

The young artist's face was lit up by a bright, genuine smile, and Grimmjow couldn't help but feel, well, something. Slowly, he sauntered over to his unsuspecting prey.

"Oh, and another thing – I don't need the money."

"Hmm? But –"

Ichigo felt his open mouth being invaded by a slick, foreign tongue as sculpted lips meshed with his own. It was a hot, searing kiss. He felt heat flaring all over when strong arms circled behind his back and suddenly pushed their bodies together.

Oh sweet, sweet heaven. Grimmjow was having a hard time keeping things under control. He readily devoured the young man (whose name he still didn't know), and was especially pleased when he felt a tentative response. As his mind registered the quiet sounds of pleasure, he was further encouraged to press against the smaller frame.

The air became heavy and hot as two strangers continued to explore and feel and consume until, finally, they parted in need for air.

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed with satisfaction as he watched a thin thread of saliva trailing from the young man's swollen mouth to his own. When there was enough air in his lungs, he announced, with some wicked implication:

"I prefer other methods of payment."

To be continued.

It's been a while, hasn't it? XD

I hope you enjoyed the first instalment of this new story as much as I enjoyed writing it. The idea came a while ago, but I just never had the time to just sit down and write it.

If I got to study naked Grimmjow, I'd be an artist too...

As always, reviews and comments are greatly appreciated!