Ichigo looked at Grimmjow, confused; the blunette looked so angry then his face faltered, "Mind explaining? Why you didn't invite me?" he smiled his usual sharp smile, but Ichigo was still too much in a lusted haze to realize that it hadn't reached his eyes, "Kensei... see you in practice." He nodded and closed the door.

Ichigo looked at Kensei, "Haha, sorry... I hope that didn't kill the mood or anything..."

"No, no, no, of course not. With somebody like you, it would take a lot more to kill the mood than that." Kensei sat up so that Ichigo was face to face with him, still straddling his lap, "Besides... That little interruption probably gave you a little break." He smirked cockily and Ichigo processed it before sending a challenging smirk back.

"I am way out of practice and I will bring you to your knees."

"You're naughty."

"Mmmm... maybe." Ichigo pecked at the side of the ash haired man's lips then slowly made his way toward his jaw line resulting in Kensei's heavy breathing. He was in desperate need right now and this was getting a little bit too challenging. Ichigo began to rotate his hips down onto the larger man earning a very satisfying groan and just when Kensei thought it was going to start back up again Ichigo lifted his hips, biting his lip with a smile when the man below him gave him impatient eye brows.

"Naughty." He growled and flipped them over. All those workouts in soccer really helped with his sex game. He held himself above the smaller man and rolled his hips down towards Ichigo's. He didn't tease, though, he was too desperate.

"Ah!" Ichigo forgot how sensitive he was, with every rotation and friction against his clothed manhood, he couldn't help but moan. He looked up when the rotations stopped and bit his lip when Kensei's fingers were clumsily unzipping his jeans and taking them off, but with the clumsiness, he would accidentally brush against Ichigo through his boxers and the inconsistent contact was driving him mad.

"You first." Kensei whispered, more to himself than anything.

"Hhng?" He whimpered questioningly which was quickly answered when his boxers were pulled down and thrown to the unknowns of his bedroom. The larger man looked up and winked before sliding his tongue from Ichigo's balls through his shaft to the tip of his head, "Fuck!"

Grimmjow sat in his room restless. He picked up a book that he never read for his finance class but ended up just slamming it on the ground. Which gave no real thud because of the carpet. He went through his backpack looking for his headphones then threw them on, which somewhat worked, blocking out some of the random dirty talk. He plugged them in hoping to blast his music and maybe it would help rock him to sleep. He got on his bed and scrolled through his music. Yes, his one playlist named, "Pumped," filled with most of his heavy metal would do.

It immediately took him by surprise when the music was extremely loud because his friend, Renji, would play a stupid joke on him and put his volume super loud without his knowledge, and before Grimmjow could turn it down, his right headphone made a quick static noise then went silent.

"Fucking great!" He clenched his jaw and threw his headphones across the room. Out of all times to experience a shortage, it was now. He sat back against his bed... Hmm... They were more quiet...

Then from the other side of the thin wall he heard the most alluring sound of his friend's rhythmatic moans. He knew it was Ichigo's. The sweetness of his voice and the husk of a lion with every throaty growl. He couldn't help but get closer to the wall.

"You first." He heard Kensei say. Pfft. He didn't want to hear Kensei, but he waited.

"Fuck!" Ichigo cried out and even through the wall it was like a bell to Grimmjow's ears, "Oh my ghhh." He couldn't even finish the word, "Please... more... nnghh!"

Grimmjow didn't realize his breathing had picked up and he was beginning to pack quite a meat... and fast. Even the hottest girls had to work a little. Then he scrunched his brows. Wait...

Since when had Ichigo been so extremely sexy to him? Since when had Ichigo hooking up with somebody else drive him to go mad. Well, he never did hook up with anybody... Isn't this a good thing? All that pent up frustration the guy in a very stressful university needed to release?

No. Why did he have to go with a one night stand? Ichigo seemed ore like a "get to know you first, date a little then have sex" kind of guy.

Has he been seeing Kensei on the side?

No... Ichigo would've told him, or Kensei during practice... Would they? No... Ichigo would tell Grimmjow everything.

Has he really been busy with school? Or has he been seeing Kensei on the side? But wouldn't Ichigo at least bring him to dinner here? He always makes me food...

Grimmjow's mind was reeling. He didn't want this to be a one night stand sort of deal... Ichigo wouldn't do this to him.

Then Grimmjow began to get frustrated, "Why can't he just be with me?!" he bit his lip... He needed to get out of there. As he was about to get off his bed, he found himself glued down when he knew they were now doing the naughty. There was a steady rhythm of thuds and it was getting heated. Every moan and cry of Ichigo was making Grimmjow more and more hard. It was getting painful, he hadn't been that hard in a while. The blunette shook his head when his fingers ghosted over his own boxers.

"Oh please! Yes! Please, there!" Ichigo cried out, raspy and loud.

Grimmjow closed his eyes and images immediately filled his mind, him pounding into the smaller man and pumping his cock with every thrust. Lust filled honey eyes half lidded in completely ecstasy.

"Fuck it." Grimmjow murmured then pulled his boxers down and began to pump himself with Ichigo's moans.

"I...Ichigo... feels so good." He whispered to himself then bit his lip as he squeezed his fist around his cock and pinched at his head. He readjusted quickly and got more on his back, he reached to the side of his bed and pumped some lotion onto his hands and went back to rubbing up and down his shaft. Image on image, scene after scene flooded his thoughts. Kensei's own moans were tuned out and all he focused on was Ichigo's erratic moaning and cries. He pumped faster when he felt himself coming closer and Ichigo was as well.

"Ahh! Kesei!" Was the final call and Grimmjow pumped himself to finish... He just replaced his name... He imagined his name in that clear scream.

He tensed and took a sharp breath to hold in a moan as he pumped through his climax... And he came... He came a lot.

Grimmjow caught his breath... looked down and he knew. He knew he was screwed.

"Hey... So... Last night. That was incredible." Kensei ran his fingers through his hair. They were at the front door saying their goodbyes.

"Yeah... It was definitely what I needed." Ichigo let out a chuckle.

"So... I mean. I'm not a relationship type of guy, but we should definitely hang out and if you want to do this again, I'd be down... I'm just not ready to be in a-"

"Haha, Kensei, please. Don't make this awkward on yourself. I'm not looking for one either, but hanging out would be fun. So we'll keep it at that till we need our fills with each other again, yeah?"

"Oh, thank goodness." Kensei let out a sigh of relief and was in turn given a wink, "So I'll see you around. I put my number in your phone while you were sleeping. So just shoot me a text or call."

"Sure deal. See ya." And with that, Kensei was off.

Ichigo started his day with a shower, cleaning his sheets, fixing his room, making breakfast then going over his schedule. He had gotten so far ahead already and didn't really need to play catch up in his studies nor did he have to study anytime soon. He had his shirt off and actually liked walking around this way. He should do it more often. Grimmjow does it all the time. Speaking of Grimmjow...

"Grimm, you up?" Ichigo called out, "I'm making white chocolate pancakes!" He smirked when he heard the door open and heard his housemate stumble into the bathroom then slowly make his way to the kitchen..

"I'm always up for pancakes... Oh... look at you walking around without a shirt." Grimmjow joked but was secretly raking his eyes over his friends back. His perfect dimples leading to his fit butt and his upper back flexing as he reached for his pancake batter and Pam.

"I forgot how free it was. Sorry if I kept you up last night. I didn't realize how loud I was till after, but shit... after a long time of not getting any, I was so incredibly sensitive, it was insane."

Grimmjow sneered behind his chuckle. Fucking Kensei, "Seriously. It's like out of this world. I'm guessing you were bottoming?" Now he genuinely smiled when Ichigo's neck was red from a blush.

"Yep... Don't tease me." He turned around and looked at Grimmjow straight on. He was smiling and just happy. Nobody is ever really that happy cooking pancakes. Must be the sex.

"Fuck... Did he have a sucking slash biting fetish?"" Grimmjow scratched his jaw and watched as his friend looked down and blushed even more. The blushes were cute, but he felt himself get a little heated, Kensei... Fucking Kensei. He hated that guy... Well, now he did.

"Maybe I should put a shirt on."

"No!" Grimmjow caught himself, he was being a little bit desperate,"Don't do that. Come on, relax, I'm just teasing. By the way, want to run with me in a bit? I haven't been in a while."

"Dude. You're on the soccer team. Haven't been my ass."

Grimmjow mentally face palmed. Worst idea to hang out with Ichigo... ever.

"Sharp. Well just come with me. I haven't hung out with you in so long."

"Sure deal, let's eat first." Ichigo flipped the pancakes and hummed to himself and after a couple minutes of silence he turned towards Grimmjow, "No wonder you're always so damn happy, you sex machine!" Grimmjow let out a chuckle and internally shook his head... A thousand nights of sex wouldn't even sum up to a kiss with you.

"Fuck, Grimm! Slow down!" Ichigo called from behind him on the track. Sprints used to a piece of cake for him and he hadn't ran in weeks. He's been slacking off. Luckily nobody was on the track to notice... Besides Grimmjow.

"Well damn, maybe if you worked out here and there you wouldn't be such a slow poke!"

"Did you just call me a slow poke?" Ichigo laughed, "Who the hell even says that anymore?" He continued to laugh and for some reason he just couldn't stop. Ichigo shook his head trying to clear away the laughing fit but still couldn't stop. He didn't know why he was so jolly at the moment, "Ahem... hehe..." He almost stopped but then continued.

Grimmjow shook his head then took of his shirt to whip at the smaller of the two.

"Okay! I'm done!" Ichigo laughed while trying to run away from the sweaty shirt whip. Grimmjow was a pro at hitting perfectly, but when the blunette didn't stop he laughed louder, "Grimm! Haha, stop! I'm done! I promise!"

"I'm gonna get you because you're so fucking slow!" He snapped his wrist and the shirt whipped in the air making a loud cracking noise.

"Holy shit! That one would've hurt so bad!" Ichigo laughed still trying to run away. Grimmjow completely dropped his shirt and was just chasing the smaller of the two down and because of his training, it didn't take long for him to catch up, but what he did next was beyond him. When he tackled the shorter of the two down and somehow ended in a cliche and compromising sexual position with him in between Ichigo's legs and his arms supporting himself over his best friend, he had no control of his body when he leaned down and quickly caught Ichigo's lips in a soft kiss.

Connecting lips literally felt like nothing else in the world mattered. Ichigo's lips were so soft against his own and... and... They weren't kissing back.

He pulled away, completely baffled. He had no idea what had come over him.

Ichigo was done laughing. Done breathing. His mind was reeling so quickly in his head and when it finally got through to him he scowled.

Grimmjow slowly walked his body up with his hands, not being able to handle the glare his friend was giving him from such a close proximity, "I... I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"Yeah..." Ichigo added quickly, "Neither do I." He pulled himself up and quickly got on his feet. Shaking his head, he walked over the the bench where his phone and keys were.

"Where are you going?" Grimmjow asked, but it almost sounded like a plead.

Ichigo ignored his friend's question and looked at his phone. Perfect... Kensei had texted him.

"Ichigo, please, where are you going." Now it was more like a demand.

Ichigo turned toward the bluenet who just looked lost.

"Kensei's."

Grimmjow felt anger sweep through him, "Are you fucking serious? Kensei? He won't treat you right... You'll never come first to him!" Grimmjow called, exasperated.

"Hah," Ichigo shook his head, "I may be second, I may be fifth on Kensei's list, but to you, I don't even know where I am..." he let out a frustrated chuckle, "The room cleaning guy? The guy who turns in your papers? And now... Now that I've actually found somebody who somewhat wants me, you just can't have it?"

"Look... You're taking this all wrong. I-"

"Selfish. You're just selfish, Grimm. You can't even see me being with somebody unless you're having some fun too..." and with the tone of finality Grimmjow couldn't even speak, "I'll see you when I see you."