Lights, Camera, Action! - Chapter 10
Author:
honey_mellon
Title: Lights, Camera, Action!
Rating: R
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques
Warnings: Nothing you wouldn't expect from an R-rated yaoi fiction
Summary: I am Grimmjow Jaegepprjaques, the highest-paid actor in whole of North America. The moment I lay my eyes on him, I know I have to have him. Oh, he can scowl and glare at me all he wants, but he can't fool me. His ass is MINE.
COMMUNITY DISCLAIMER: All characters depicted in sexual situations in this post/fanfiction/fanart (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
Hello! It has been a while, thanks for being so patient with me. :) I finally have some furniture in the new house, yay! For the longest time the only "chairs" we had were the stairs!
So, this fic is wrapping up, just another two or three more chapters to go. So is The Stranger, by the way, in case you're wondering.
Kurosaki's weight lifts from my chest suddenly, and I quickly suck in a deep breath. The guy's light, at least thirty pounds lighter than me, but it's already difficult enough to catch my breath right after a mind blowing orgasm, much less having another body sprawled bonelessly on top of me.
That's right. I just referred to Kurosaki, me, and orgasm in the same sentence. This is not a dream. He's right there, straddling my thighs, eyes glued to the evidence of our intimate moment that is still warm and wet on my stomach.
I suck in another breath and hold it. Any moment now, he's going to realize what has just happened, and he's going to blow a gasket. It's not entirely my fault, though. I'm not the one who kissed him out of nowhere.
He clears his throat - is it just me, or does he actually sound embarrassed?
"Well, umm," he mumbles, cheeks flushed a healthy pink.
"Umm, yeah," I reply, sitting up a little straighter and wondering why he's still perched on top of my lap. Not that I mind - quite the contrary, if I may say so - it just seems a little too good to be true.
Kurosaki scratches the back of his head, his eyes fleeting up to meet mine for a second before staring at my stomach again. "So..."
Christ. He's starting to freak me out, not to mention I'm about to die of awkwardness. I don't trust myself not to stuff my foot in my mouth, so I settle for something obvious. "That was, umm, great," I say, feeling dumb even as the words leave my mouth.
For a suspended moment, it looks as though Kurosaki doesn't know how to react. He wrinkles his nose, and his lips seem to twitch uncontrollably. Then, to my surprise, he throws his head back and bursts into laughter, his bony ass grinding into my thighs as his shoulders shake.
I have to say, I've never felt so confused in my life. A rush of indignation swells in my chest as I frown, not understanding just what the heck is going on. Is he laughing at me? Does he think that this is a joke?
I guess my silence must've caught his attention, because he stops to look at me with a strange expression on his face, his eyes wide and bright like he's suddenly seeing me for the first time. As in, really seeing me. For the first time since we met, Kurosaki looks at me properly, without a scowl and without rolling his eyes. It's quite unnerving being studied like this, as though he wants to read my mind, and I find myself looking back with just as much intensity. Everything else fades into the background, and all I see are the soft golden specks shifting in Kurosaki's eyes as he appears to drink me in.
Damn. If he keeps looking at me like that, I don't know if I can stop myself from doing something immensely stupid, like throwing him on the couch and showing him how much better I can make him feel. I have a feeling I'll only end up shooting myself in the foot if I do that, though. But shit, not knowing what to do next is killing me. If this were anyone else, I would've easily just wink at them and show them the way out.
"Dude," I mutter, running my palm over my face to distract myself. "Say something.I can't read your mind."
Kurosaki sighs and climbs off of me. I feel a pang of disappointment at the loss of contact, but I try not to let that show. Grimacing at the stickiness on my body, I stand up and grab a handful of tissue paper, throwing some to him and using some on myself. For a while we focus on cleaning ourselves, both of us taking far longer than necessary. Then,finally, Kurosaki clears his throat.
"Well, this is kinda embarrassing," he says, a bit of red creeping onto his cheeks again. "I didn't mean to, uhh, attack you out of the blue, it just..."
Aww, I've had enough of this shit.
"Look," I grit out, pinning him with the fiercest glare I can muster under these circumstances. "I've made it more than clear how I feel about you, so you gotta give me something. Either tell me to fuck off or-"
Kurosaki's eyebrows shoot up so high that they disappear under his messy bangs. "What do you mean you've made it clear?" he demands. He sticks his hands on his hips, which, honestly, looks downright ridiculous with his zipper still down. "The only thing you've done is giving me a hard time!"
"I was flirting with you! Playing with you!" Frustration wells in my chest, and I finally lose it and yell. "I was trying to get your fucking attention!"
So it's true.
Even though I already have my suspicions, it's still shocking to hear it from Jaegerjaques himself. We've both been idiots; childish and too proud for our own good, with egos so large we couldn't see the obvious beyond it. This whole situation is so fucking ridiculous that it's funny. What can I do if not laugh?
Jaegerjaques is not seeing the humor, though. His bright cerulean gaze is bordering on murderous as he glowers at me. I don't think I've ever seen him blush, but there he is, sporting forty shades of pink on his face. It almost makes me sympathize with him. He has probably never had to confess before, what with all the attention he gets. I'm probably an abomination in his book.
With that thought in mind, I soften my voice and say, "It didn't quite come across that way."
For a long moment, Jaegerjaques doesn't respond, and I thought he never would, until he suddenly heaves a loud sigh and slumps his shoulders. "I suck at this," he grumbles petulantly.
That did it for me. That, and sight of him standing there dejectedly with his pants open and barely hanging onto his hips. The laughter that I've been holding in breaks through my control, and I almost choke on my own spit. This time, Jaegerjaques joins in, although I can tell that he's trying his best not to. The corners of his eyes crinkle, his lips tilts into a lopsided grin, and then he starts to chuckle; deep, rumbling sounds that are so infectious that they send me cackling away some more. His entire face lights up then, and I'm once again struck by how handsome he is.
There's just no denying it. He's the most gorgeous person I've ever seen in my life. So much charisma, confidence, mischief; the combination is just too potent. I can't lie to myself anymore.
"Yeah, you kinda do," I reply with a smirk, suddenly feeling relieved and more light-hearted than I've felt in a long time. Then, with a surge of boldness that surprises even myself, I take a few steps closer and murmur, right next to his ear, "So fix it."
I don't need to be told twice.
Without wasting another minute, I grab his hips and pull him flush against my body. His breath hitches and he gives me a heavy-lidded, lust-filled look before brushing his lips on mine. I tilt my head and deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding past his parted lips as I rock suggestively into his thigh. He groans and presses back, his fingers snaking into my hair and tugging none-too-gently. I let the moment simmer for a little bit, until our breaths become ragged, then I slip my hands around his butt and lift him up.
He lets out a startled yelp, but it turns into a moan when his trapped manhood rubs against my abs. The sound almost caused me to walk right into the door frame, but we eventually make it to my bed in one piece. I swipe the extra pillows out of the way impatiently, sending them flying off the bed, then I drop Kurosaki onto the mattress and climb on top of him. He looks so hot lying beneath me, all red and flustered, his legs spread wide open for me.
Reaching down between us, I find his rigid length and begin to stroke it slowly. He groans and bucks into my fist, fueling the flame of desire that's already coursing through my veins. I've never wanted to please a partner as badly as I do now. I want to see him come apart because of me again. I know this isn't all he means by "fixing" it, but it's a start.
Kurosaki's moans begin to flow in a steady stream, his voice low and so damn sexy that it takes all my self control to hold back. Keeping the rhythm steady, I let out a broken groan of my own when I run my thumb over the tip of his sex and feel how hot and wet he is.
"Fuuuuck," he chokes out, his nails scraping my arms as I slide down towards his legs. He throws his legs further apart, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he moves his hips faster, greedily seeking more friction than what my slow pace is giving him.
I come to a stop when my face is finally hovering above his crotch, then, without giving him any warning, I descend on him. He slides easily into my mouth, his skin burning hot and silky against the insides of my cheeks. His reaction is priceless. For someone who looks so squeaky clean and innocent, he sure has a colorful vocabulary. I have to hold his hips down to stop him from choking me, but I take as much of him as I can, ignoring the ache in my jaw as he slips past my lips over and over again.
"Shit...I'm-"
He fills me with his seed before he can finish his warning, but I'm already prepared for it anyway, so I just hollow my cheeks and let it slide down my throat. It's the first time I allow anyone to come in my mouth, but for him, I didn't even hesitate.
When he finally falls limp on the bed, I let go of him and slowly climb back up, planting quick, wet kisses on his sweat-slicked body along the way. He slings an arm over my neck and raises his head to claim my lips, his tongue flicking out and laving over mine lazily. One of his legs hooks around my waist and pulls me closer, causing me to rub up against him. I cry out into his mouth, the sudden contact too much for my straining length. His hand snakes down my torso, rubbing small circles and dancing along my skin before wrapping around me in a firm, strong grip. My breath leaves me when he begins to pump, and I bury my face into his neck, my gasps loud and shaky as my long-neglected need is finally cared for.
It doesn't take long for me to spill myself all over his abdomen. Kurosaki sighs into my ear as I shudder through my release, his fist never stopped moving until I let out one last groan and collapse beside him.
This time, the silence between us feels comfortable; for once free of any tension and hostility. As my eyelids droop close with sleep, it occurs to me that this is how it should've been all along.
To be continued...