182th. The Bieber-Fever pt.2
Part 2!
Title: The Bieber-Fever
Paring: GrimIchi
Rating: M
Sum: AU. The two most popular, cool, bad guys of the school bond over a mutal interest - Justin Bieber.
Other: No beta..
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The Bieber-Fever pt.2
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“There was a boy named Ichi, he had a very pretty face, and not the way you would think so.
Let me see if I can try to explain it, he had a smile that could light up a room, and if he moved it'd be moving in you. But it wasn't like a magazine, he was just himself and his name was Ichi,”
It’s become usual for us to sing to each other. Or with each other. And Ichigo’s smiling like crazy as I sing him my version of Safetysuit’s Annie.
I know that the lyrics doesn’t match 100% to Ichigo, or to what I’m feeling about him but, it doesn’t matter cause it’s the thought that counts and I like the melody and I want to sing this song, so that’s what I’m doing.
“Ichi don't be shy here, Ichi don't just lie there, looks don't make the world go 'round, but it comes around. And Ichi don't be shy here, Ichi please don't cry here, I always have to stop myself ‘cause you're beautiful.”
This whole weekend has been amazing. It’s the end of the summer, school will start in just a week and some days and it’s like we realized first now that we wouldn’t have the whole days free once it did. So, deciding to make the best out of it I kicked my folks out, told them that they needed a vacation just the two of them.
And once they were out Ichi practically moved in.
Now he’s sitting on my bed, entangled in my covers but I know that he’s naked beneath them. We had sex an hour ago and we’ve been lazy teenagers since then. We were lazy teenagers before too but, yeah.
The first time we really did it, like, the ass way, had been the same day summer break started. We’d gotten out around twelve, stumbled the straight way to my place.
My mom had been home to make lunch. I had given all the money I had on me (it wasn’t that much but it’s the taught that counts) and told her to eat out cause we wanted to fuck.
She had patted me on the head, messed my hair up a bit, which I normally hate but couldn’t really bother about just then, and told me to be safe and please take care of my own laundry afterwards.
I love my mom.
We didn’t undress each other, we were too fuckin’ eager and I can tear off my own clothes much quicker than Ichi can. I had just hit play on the stereo before pushing Ichigo down on the bed, or maybe it was he who dragged me down. A mix of them both.
And then we hear what’s playing and it’s fuckin’ Ratatat. And Ratatat is a great band, if you’re outside and the sun’s shining and you feel like moving groovy. But they have no bass and none of that deep rhythmic bassy feeling and there’s no way that I’d want to fuck to them.
So, getting off of Ichi I stomp over to my shelf to find a better CD.
Finding Peldulum’s new album I raise the volume a notch and then I’m back to groping Ichi.
I spill half the bottle of lube out on the sheets but it doesn’t matter since I’ll be the one to wash them afterwards and it’s sorta convenient cause now I can just dip my fingers into the small pool.
Pressing my finger into Ichi is probably the best thing I’ve ever done. His walls are silky smooth and he groans over the music as I pull out a little before pressing in deeper. I don’t even wait a minute before pressing two fingers in and there can’t have been more than five moments before I’m wiping them off on my sheet, drenching my hand in the small pool of lube and smearing it all over myself.
We make out and Ichi gets up on his knees, leaning forward and putting one hand on my pillow, the other on the wall before him.
His back is shining with a thin layer of sweat in the low light and his arched back and his pouting ass and my cock sliding down the crack of it, pressing against his entrance, it’s definitely from out of this world.
And then I’m inside him and he’s stretching around me, groaning beneath me and arching up against me and I really think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Which he laughs at and, fuck I love his laugh.
We start out slow but we don’t stay in that zone and Ichi’s just too fucking nice and there’s no way that it lasted more than ten minuets. But it’s time worth a lifetime and he lets me come inside of him and I’m dying a little on my own insides as I do.
In the mist of it all, with me still on my high and still hard inside of him, I’m jerking him off and he comes and he spasms around me, making me whine cause my dick is just so sensitive right now.
I have my forehead pressed against his back as I try to catch some of my breath and finally pull out of him, missing his heat the very next second. Leading back on my heals I watch Ichi who’s still standing, half leaning against the wall, his head hung low. My come is dripping out of his ass and his cock is hanging heavy between his legs and it’ dripping too and this image will never leave my mind.
He crashed down just a second later and I just fell back cause I needed to sleep just so that I could wake up and realize that I’m awake.
I woke up about two hours later to Ichigo biting my toe. Apparently it had been in his face and annoyed the living hell out of him.
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We spend half a day (a Wednesday) laying on the living room floor staring at a teaspoon and drinking cider’s.
We’re in the middle of a serious competition.
The first one to move the spoon by using the force will win.
I’m trying all the tricks that I can think of. Blocking out the whole world, only focusing on the spoon. The spoon is the only thing in the universe, the spoon is existence. I am able to bend both time and space. Everything is relative and what I see in front of me is just an illusion created by the depths of my mind.
Then I try to do the opposite. Trying to see the space in the universe that the spoon fills as empty. Trying to imagine a vacuum, and then filling it with air (this air was then supposed to move the spoon out of it’s way, but that didn’t really happen).
I tried to forget about the spoon. Like that guy in Lifters Guide to the Galaxy. Learning to fly isn’t about learning to fly, it’s about learning not to hit the ground when you fall.
The other half of the day we spend lying on our backs, feeling our hearts clench as we listens to a mix of Leona Lewis and Damien Rice.
-
On Thursday we’ve spent two hours fucking to the beat of Fasten Your Seatbelt, and I don’t think neither of us have been in such an ecstasy before. I was seriously tripping and everything was so bright and so sensitive that I almost cried and left my own body.
Having the cravings for cookies but not the energy to leave the house we’re now in the kitchen making them on our own. It’ll take about 20 minuets longer than it would have to just run down to the corner store but, who really cares? This way we don’t have to pull our clothes on.
Around six we head over to Ichigo’s house, cause his sister makes dinner and we don’t but we still like to eat. And then we spend the night there, watching movies and listening to new beats. Once I actually go home it’s six am and freezing outside, so I steal one of Ichigo’s sweaters.
The next day my folks are back in town and we “help” cleaning the attic. I’m doing the bunny ears sign cause in reality we’re not helping at all, we’re playing with my old train set and listens to Mt Eden and being as goofy as we can be.
I love being a kid with Ichigo, it’s so much fun. It’s still mostly only when we’re alone, when we’re around others we’re acting like the grownups that we almost are and that’s just great too. We’re serious when we feel like it and we let go when we want to.
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School starts in two days and when we’re walking through town we start to see people we recognize. People are coming back to town, catching up with classmates and just popping out from whatever hole they’ve buried them selfs into the last two months.
We’re on our way back home from watching the Avengers when we’re surrounded by a slightly familiar gang. Even though they don’t look the same as I remember them.
“Wow, someone’s grown an inch during the summer.” I can hear Ichi beside me and I turn to look at him, being met by a shit eating grin.
“Wish I could say something impressive about you but you just look pathetic.” the leader tough guy says and I really can’t remember his name even though I’m trying. I look to my right and find that the park that we’re next to is next to empty. Talk about timing they had.
Maybe they’d been waiting for us.
“We gonna fight?” I ask, not beating around the bush.
“You scared blueberry?” Another guy laughs and I don’t get where they get their confidence from, they’re only two more than us.
“Nah, I just wish to get to it, start before you have the chance to realize you don’t stand a chance.” I’m calm, my stance is relaxed and I know that we’ll win this just thanks to that.
The guys before us are jumpy and nervous and I can practically see their confidence slipping out of them. I glance down at Ichi again, he’s relaxed too and I’m feeling that crazy urge to just kiss him again cause he’s just so awesome.
The lead guy takes my looking away as I’m not ready and comes rushing towards us. Both me and Ichi are ready though which results in him getting my right hand on his left cheek and Ichi’s left hand on his right cheek.
And then he’s falling to the ground. K. O.
The rest of the guys gets so shaky by seeing their leader knocked out that the rest of the fight is meaningless. It’s like teaching ten year old’s a lesson.
They run away with that classical “You’ll regret this!” and me and Ichi call up Nnoi so that he can get us booze and then we buy chips and head up to my room so that I can blow him.
.
To: Ichi my Man
I’m surrounded by girlz! D:
Sent: 10:47
From: Ichi my Man
I’m feelin you man
Received: 10:48
To: Ichi my Man
Come save me! D:
Sent: 10:48
From: Ichi my Man
Where art thou?
Received: 10:49
To: Ichi my Man
In the crowd? U?
Sent: 10:49
I never receive a response, instead I see Ichi entering through the school gates and by waving frantically he finds me right away.
The girls finally seems to get the point of me not wanting to talk to them and back of slightly, letting Ichi through.
It hasn’t even been a day since I last saw him, but it’s first now when I see him on the school ground that I realize that he’s grown during the summer and that his skin is tanner. Girls swoon as he walks past them and I can’t blame them and I can’t help but grinning wider.
“You know you remind me of Micheal Fassbender with that grin of yours?” he says once he’s close enough and we can bump our fists in the most manly and cool way.
“Comparing me to hot men wont make me stop you know.”
“Good.”
Around eleven the principal comes out to hold his yearly speech and then we get called to our classrooms and school is officially starting again and everything’s the same as it was before summer but nothing is cause it’s our senior year and Ichigo will be too bloody sexy laying naked on my bed in a few hours and that’s just too awesome.
.
END
Title: The Bieber-Fever
Paring: GrimIchi
Rating: M
Sum: AU. The two most popular, cool, bad guys of the school bond over a mutal interest - Justin Bieber.
Other: No beta..
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The Bieber-Fever pt.2
-
“There was a boy named Ichi, he had a very pretty face, and not the way you would think so.
Let me see if I can try to explain it, he had a smile that could light up a room, and if he moved it'd be moving in you. But it wasn't like a magazine, he was just himself and his name was Ichi,”
It’s become usual for us to sing to each other. Or with each other. And Ichigo’s smiling like crazy as I sing him my version of Safetysuit’s Annie.
I know that the lyrics doesn’t match 100% to Ichigo, or to what I’m feeling about him but, it doesn’t matter cause it’s the thought that counts and I like the melody and I want to sing this song, so that’s what I’m doing.
“Ichi don't be shy here, Ichi don't just lie there, looks don't make the world go 'round, but it comes around. And Ichi don't be shy here, Ichi please don't cry here, I always have to stop myself ‘cause you're beautiful.”
This whole weekend has been amazing. It’s the end of the summer, school will start in just a week and some days and it’s like we realized first now that we wouldn’t have the whole days free once it did. So, deciding to make the best out of it I kicked my folks out, told them that they needed a vacation just the two of them.
And once they were out Ichi practically moved in.
Now he’s sitting on my bed, entangled in my covers but I know that he’s naked beneath them. We had sex an hour ago and we’ve been lazy teenagers since then. We were lazy teenagers before too but, yeah.
The first time we really did it, like, the ass way, had been the same day summer break started. We’d gotten out around twelve, stumbled the straight way to my place.
My mom had been home to make lunch. I had given all the money I had on me (it wasn’t that much but it’s the taught that counts) and told her to eat out cause we wanted to fuck.
She had patted me on the head, messed my hair up a bit, which I normally hate but couldn’t really bother about just then, and told me to be safe and please take care of my own laundry afterwards.
I love my mom.
We didn’t undress each other, we were too fuckin’ eager and I can tear off my own clothes much quicker than Ichi can. I had just hit play on the stereo before pushing Ichigo down on the bed, or maybe it was he who dragged me down. A mix of them both.
And then we hear what’s playing and it’s fuckin’ Ratatat. And Ratatat is a great band, if you’re outside and the sun’s shining and you feel like moving groovy. But they have no bass and none of that deep rhythmic bassy feeling and there’s no way that I’d want to fuck to them.
So, getting off of Ichi I stomp over to my shelf to find a better CD.
Finding Peldulum’s new album I raise the volume a notch and then I’m back to groping Ichi.
I spill half the bottle of lube out on the sheets but it doesn’t matter since I’ll be the one to wash them afterwards and it’s sorta convenient cause now I can just dip my fingers into the small pool.
Pressing my finger into Ichi is probably the best thing I’ve ever done. His walls are silky smooth and he groans over the music as I pull out a little before pressing in deeper. I don’t even wait a minute before pressing two fingers in and there can’t have been more than five moments before I’m wiping them off on my sheet, drenching my hand in the small pool of lube and smearing it all over myself.
We make out and Ichi gets up on his knees, leaning forward and putting one hand on my pillow, the other on the wall before him.
His back is shining with a thin layer of sweat in the low light and his arched back and his pouting ass and my cock sliding down the crack of it, pressing against his entrance, it’s definitely from out of this world.
And then I’m inside him and he’s stretching around me, groaning beneath me and arching up against me and I really think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Which he laughs at and, fuck I love his laugh.
We start out slow but we don’t stay in that zone and Ichi’s just too fucking nice and there’s no way that it lasted more than ten minuets. But it’s time worth a lifetime and he lets me come inside of him and I’m dying a little on my own insides as I do.
In the mist of it all, with me still on my high and still hard inside of him, I’m jerking him off and he comes and he spasms around me, making me whine cause my dick is just so sensitive right now.
I have my forehead pressed against his back as I try to catch some of my breath and finally pull out of him, missing his heat the very next second. Leading back on my heals I watch Ichi who’s still standing, half leaning against the wall, his head hung low. My come is dripping out of his ass and his cock is hanging heavy between his legs and it’ dripping too and this image will never leave my mind.
He crashed down just a second later and I just fell back cause I needed to sleep just so that I could wake up and realize that I’m awake.
I woke up about two hours later to Ichigo biting my toe. Apparently it had been in his face and annoyed the living hell out of him.
-
We spend half a day (a Wednesday) laying on the living room floor staring at a teaspoon and drinking cider’s.
We’re in the middle of a serious competition.
The first one to move the spoon by using the force will win.
I’m trying all the tricks that I can think of. Blocking out the whole world, only focusing on the spoon. The spoon is the only thing in the universe, the spoon is existence. I am able to bend both time and space. Everything is relative and what I see in front of me is just an illusion created by the depths of my mind.
Then I try to do the opposite. Trying to see the space in the universe that the spoon fills as empty. Trying to imagine a vacuum, and then filling it with air (this air was then supposed to move the spoon out of it’s way, but that didn’t really happen).
I tried to forget about the spoon. Like that guy in Lifters Guide to the Galaxy. Learning to fly isn’t about learning to fly, it’s about learning not to hit the ground when you fall.
The other half of the day we spend lying on our backs, feeling our hearts clench as we listens to a mix of Leona Lewis and Damien Rice.
-
On Thursday we’ve spent two hours fucking to the beat of Fasten Your Seatbelt, and I don’t think neither of us have been in such an ecstasy before. I was seriously tripping and everything was so bright and so sensitive that I almost cried and left my own body.
Having the cravings for cookies but not the energy to leave the house we’re now in the kitchen making them on our own. It’ll take about 20 minuets longer than it would have to just run down to the corner store but, who really cares? This way we don’t have to pull our clothes on.
Around six we head over to Ichigo’s house, cause his sister makes dinner and we don’t but we still like to eat. And then we spend the night there, watching movies and listening to new beats. Once I actually go home it’s six am and freezing outside, so I steal one of Ichigo’s sweaters.
The next day my folks are back in town and we “help” cleaning the attic. I’m doing the bunny ears sign cause in reality we’re not helping at all, we’re playing with my old train set and listens to Mt Eden and being as goofy as we can be.
I love being a kid with Ichigo, it’s so much fun. It’s still mostly only when we’re alone, when we’re around others we’re acting like the grownups that we almost are and that’s just great too. We’re serious when we feel like it and we let go when we want to.
-
School starts in two days and when we’re walking through town we start to see people we recognize. People are coming back to town, catching up with classmates and just popping out from whatever hole they’ve buried them selfs into the last two months.
We’re on our way back home from watching the Avengers when we’re surrounded by a slightly familiar gang. Even though they don’t look the same as I remember them.
“Wow, someone’s grown an inch during the summer.” I can hear Ichi beside me and I turn to look at him, being met by a shit eating grin.
“Wish I could say something impressive about you but you just look pathetic.” the leader tough guy says and I really can’t remember his name even though I’m trying. I look to my right and find that the park that we’re next to is next to empty. Talk about timing they had.
Maybe they’d been waiting for us.
“We gonna fight?” I ask, not beating around the bush.
“You scared blueberry?” Another guy laughs and I don’t get where they get their confidence from, they’re only two more than us.
“Nah, I just wish to get to it, start before you have the chance to realize you don’t stand a chance.” I’m calm, my stance is relaxed and I know that we’ll win this just thanks to that.
The guys before us are jumpy and nervous and I can practically see their confidence slipping out of them. I glance down at Ichi again, he’s relaxed too and I’m feeling that crazy urge to just kiss him again cause he’s just so awesome.
The lead guy takes my looking away as I’m not ready and comes rushing towards us. Both me and Ichi are ready though which results in him getting my right hand on his left cheek and Ichi’s left hand on his right cheek.
And then he’s falling to the ground. K. O.
The rest of the guys gets so shaky by seeing their leader knocked out that the rest of the fight is meaningless. It’s like teaching ten year old’s a lesson.
They run away with that classical “You’ll regret this!” and me and Ichi call up Nnoi so that he can get us booze and then we buy chips and head up to my room so that I can blow him.
.
To: Ichi my Man
I’m surrounded by girlz! D:
Sent: 10:47
From: Ichi my Man
I’m feelin you man
Received: 10:48
To: Ichi my Man
Come save me! D:
Sent: 10:48
From: Ichi my Man
Where art thou?
Received: 10:49
To: Ichi my Man
In the crowd? U?
Sent: 10:49
I never receive a response, instead I see Ichi entering through the school gates and by waving frantically he finds me right away.
The girls finally seems to get the point of me not wanting to talk to them and back of slightly, letting Ichi through.
It hasn’t even been a day since I last saw him, but it’s first now when I see him on the school ground that I realize that he’s grown during the summer and that his skin is tanner. Girls swoon as he walks past them and I can’t blame them and I can’t help but grinning wider.
“You know you remind me of Micheal Fassbender with that grin of yours?” he says once he’s close enough and we can bump our fists in the most manly and cool way.
“Comparing me to hot men wont make me stop you know.”
“Good.”
Around eleven the principal comes out to hold his yearly speech and then we get called to our classrooms and school is officially starting again and everything’s the same as it was before summer but nothing is cause it’s our senior year and Ichigo will be too bloody sexy laying naked on my bed in a few hours and that’s just too awesome.
.
END