Title: Public Display of Boredom
Author: Shadow Arashi
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Nnoitra x Grimmjow
Rating: R
Word Count: 2023
Summary: Nnoitra is bored as he and Grimmjow wait for Aizen's next meeting. He decides to do something about it. Part 1 of the Uke!Grimmjow series.
Warnings: Sexual situation in public and some minor swearing.
Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters belong to Tite Kubo. I own nothing and am doing this for entertainment only and don't make any profit of it.

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Grimmjow glanced tiredly at the clock, blinking his eyes a few times to clear his vision. Nope, it was still indicating 5.30 am. With a heavy sigh he lay back down on the couch and curled into a tighter ball, cursing Aizen for calling meetings at such an ungodly hour.

Nnoitra was fidgeting next to him and drumming his fingers loudly, obviously as annoyed as the Sexta felt. Grimmjow's ears almost twitched at the noise and he itched to kick the other man just so he could go back to his nap, but couldn't muster the energy to do so.

"Shit, this is boring to death. When is the goddamn meeting gonna start already?"

The taller man finally exploded, only gaining an apathetic growl from the feline arrancar for his trouble.

"I don't know okay? So stop whining, I'm trying to sleep."

Grimmjow snapped, causing Nnoitra to snort and shove his head into the palm of his hand.

The fifth was growing incredibly bored AND agitated. He was dying to do something and his fingers were trembling with barely restrained energy. He was ready to tear his hair out when he turned to face Grimmjow in the hope of getting some fun out of the panther, only to stop and stare.

The Sexta was curled into a ball, his back facing him. From that position Nnoitra had a rather nice view of the small of Grimmjow's back, uncovered by his jacket, and of his ass which was well defined against the tight white fabric of his hakama. A light switched inside Nnoitra's brain, and the tall man allowed himself a grin.

"Let's fuck."

"No." Grimmjow didn't even raise his head to answer.

"Why not?" the long haired Espada cried in shock and dismay. "I'm bored and so are you! And it's not like you to say no to a good fuck, kitten."

The fifth added, taunting the Sexta as he licked his lips in anticipation. Grimmjow finally looked up, throwing him a look over his shoulder that said 'are you really that much of an idiot?'.

"I'm not having sex with you now in a public place."

He dead-panned, gesturing at the nearly empty room they were in and which served as Aizen's waiting room before their meetings.

Nnoitra blinked. He had completely forgot about that. He considered the panther's words, tilting his head to the side. The feline had a point but... the grin he had been wearing previously slowly spread across his face again as the solution came to him.

"We can do it with our clothes on. I bet nobody will figure it out, even if they were to walk in on us."

He declared triumphantly. Grimmjow merely stared at him.

By the expression on his face Nnoitra judged he was either torn between giving it a try or a flat out refusal. The fifth wisely decided it was time to distract the kitty, lest he started thinking too much and he was cheated out of a good fuck.

Quickly gathering the smaller Espada into his arms he dragged the blue haired man onto his lap, settling himself comfortably against the cushions.

"What the hell? I didn't say I agreed you dumbass!"

Grimmjow protested, struggling against the other man's hold on him as the fifth's arms securely wrapped around his waist. He was about to kick Nnoitra in the ribs when the door opened and Ulquiorra stepped into the room, silent as always, quickly followed by Yammy.

Nnoitra couldn't contain his groan of despair while Grimmjow threw him another look, one that said this time 'I told you so'.

Ulquiorra did not give any outward reaction to their strange position, though that was to be expected. The Cuatro only gave them a short nod of acknowledgement before he took a seat on the other side of the room and promptly ignored them. Yammy only grinned at the couple, quickly elbowing Ulquiorra and whispering loudly that 'the fifth and the Sexta were cuddling again'. It was, after all, no secret that the two shared a relationship.

As soon as Grimmjow felt he and Nnoitra weren't the centre of attention anymore he immediately decided to move back to his previous spot and startled wiggling on the fifth's lap. A short, barely audible gasp quickly froze him in his movements. He started to turn his head to look behind him when Nnoitra pulled him closer against his body, the man grounding his hips upward against his ass. Grimmjow's eyes widened as he then felt the other's very obvious erection through his clothes.

The Sexta bit his lips, having half a mind to send the other man flying but not wanting to attract Ulquiorra's and Yammy's attention. The choice was quickly taken out of his hands when Nnoitra freed one hand to rub his ass discreetly.

Pressed together as their bodies were, the action was completely hidden from the others' eyes, which was the only reason Grimmjow didn't twist around on the spot to slap the bastard right on the mouth. That and the fact that his body was starting to respond to the attention. Grimmjow stifled a groan and cursed his feline lineage as his hips arched back into the touch reflexively.

"What are you doing?" He murmured, knowing only Nnoitra would heard him.

"You." Nnoitra murmured back smartly, pressing their mouths together to distract Grimmjow.

Unknowing to the Sexta, his nimble fingers were working at the seams of Grimmjow's hakama, tearing at the threads where the legs connected until he had created a neat little hole, big enough to slip his fingers inside.

Nnoitra knew the exact moment Grimmjow became aware of what he had done to his clothes. The feline arrancar's body stiffen against him as soon as his cold fingers touched the Sexta's own hot skin, his blue eyes widening even more in disbelief as he pulled away from the kiss.

"No underwear?" The fifth whispered into a delicate looking ear "How naughty, Grimmjow."

And then his fingers found their target, killing Grimmjow's reply as they slipped inside a familiar tightness and immediately setted to work.

Grimmjow tossed his head back silently, his eyes fluttering close as he rested almost limply against Nnoitra. His whole body was tense, despite his outward appearance, until he seemed to melt under the other's hands. The fifth could hardly suppress a moan of delight as his fingers sunk deeper into the wonderful, silky heat. No matter how many time they fucked, Grimmjow was still as tight and sensitive as ever.

The door opened again somewhere in the back of the room and both arrancars froze, Grimmjow's blue eyes snapping open as they both watched Szayel, Stark and Arroniero entering the room.

Nnoitra could feel Grimmjow contracting around his fingers and he was hard pressed to not make a sound, but knew the panther would cock block him for a month if he ever so much as hint at what they were doing right now. So they waited, their position causing only Szayel to smirk and giggle at them, the pink haired freak making a similar comment to the one made by Yammy earlier.

After a few minutes Grimmjow relaxed again into his touch, and throwing a quick glance at the other Espada to make sure they were still ignoring them, Nnoitra curled his fingers and pressed higher, feeling that hot entrance contract around him once more, this time in pleasure.

The Sexta was, for his part, doing an admirable job trying not to show any indication of their activities. He was keeping his breath calm and even, his head lightly resting on Nnoitra's shoulder as if they were indeed merely cuddling. The only thing that betrayed him was his hands which were clenching tightly at Nnoitra's clothes, though he was careful to keep them where the others couldn't see them.

Feeling a little more daring, the fifth slowly rocked his hips forward against the lower ranked arrancar's ass, pushing his fingers deeper inside with the movement. Grimmjow shivered against him, all thoughts of stopping the other man wiped from his mind and Nnoitra barely managed to contain his moan of pleasure. He repeated the motion, enjoying how responsive his kitten was.

They couldn't move as freely as they would have had they been alone, but that didn't stop Nnoitra from making sure Grimmjow (and himself) enjoyed the treatment. He deftly spread his fingers inside their prison of flesh, teasing, stretching and preparing the other man's body for the taking as he would in normal circumstances.

He kept his thrusts slow, the intensity and feeling of danger brought by being in such an open place and in public more than making up for the unhurried pace. When he felt his peak approaching Nnoitra nearly tore at the hole he had made in Grimmjow's hakama, quickly freeing his length and shoving it inside to grind against that lovely rear, one hand gripping the feline's hips to guide him.

The pleasure increased tenfold as soon as the feline's soft and delectable ass rubbed against his member without their clothing dulling the sensation, creating a stronger, much needed friction as he humped Grimmjow's buttocks with tightly restrained delight. The blue haired man whined very softly, his legs spreading slightly as Nnoitra's erection nestled between his cheeks, his head burying in his lover's neck to stop himself from making a loud and embarrassing mating noise.

The kitty was hot and ready for it now, and it almost killed Nnoitra to not aim a little higher and thrust his cock inside that burning hole, but the others would definitely notice that and there was no more time left to do it. So he kept grinding against Grimmjow, working his fingers in and out of the feline in sync to mimic the movement of his own thrusting length trapped between their lower bodies.

Grimmjow was now panting into his shoulder, his breath hot on his skin but thankfully too low to be heard by the rest of the Espada who were still ignoring them. They were both close, only a little bit more and...

The door opened wide to reveal Aizen and his two faithful shinigami followers just as the last stroke of Nnoitra's fingers sent Grimmjow over the edge.

The panther muffled his moan as he came into his hakama by biting Nnoitra's neck, causing the other man to release his own load with an inaudible gasp, his essence spilling all over Grimmjow's buttocks. That knowledge was almost enough to send Nnoitra over the edge a second time, and his grip on the Sexta's hips tightened painfully.

They stayed locked together on the couch, spent but not caring about their position. Most onlookers would only think they were cuddling, which was exactly what Ulquiorra and the others had thought so far, and Nnoitra used that opportunity to discreetly pull his fingers from Grimmjow's body.

Glancing down at his lover's lap and his own hakama, Nnoitra inwardly winced and thanked Aizen for giving them all white uniforms before turning his attention back to his master.

"I believe it is time for our meeting," Aizen announced, before glancing at the couple on the couch with amusement "Nnoitra if you would please let go of Grimmjow, you two can cuddle afterwards."

Both Espada nodded and mumbled an affirmative answer, slowly disentangling from each others while Yammy and Szayel snickered.

Grimmjow stood, glaring and daring the pink freak or Ulquiorra to even say a word as the Espada walked past him to follow Aizen into the meeting room. The panther was about to take a step forward when Nnoitra grabbed his arm, keeping him behind and bending forward to whisper in his ear.

"You better walk behind everyone else today, the hole I made in your hakama is showing off your ass. And while I don't mind seeing that lovely part of your anatomy covered in my essence, I don't think the others would like the view quite as much."

He grinned, cupping Grimmjow's ass as he did before darting after the others, leaving a shocked and embarrassed Sexta staring at him in horror.