Share Time (Bleach, GrimmIchi, Mixed Theme [Rock, #25])
Title: Share Time
Author: gogodgene
Pairing: Ichigo / Grimmjow
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: Rock #25, "Dirty Little Secret" All American Rejects
Summary: It's harder when you're sober.
Helpful Fic Jargon: AU, Cursing, sexual content (discussion)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Bleach is (c) Kubo Tite and all other affliates.
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Bonding wasn't his thing. It would be suffice to say, Ichigo completely sucked at anything that had to do with bonding with another human being.
But with this guy, this asshole (at least he was a likeable asshole), this new buddy of his, it seemed incredibly easy. For a moment, Ichigo couldn't remember the last time he had this much fun. Playing video games, and just sitting back and laughing.
It was nice.
And then they had went online to game. That was a blast. The young Kurosaki and the latino next to him were apparently the tag team from hell when it came to insulting people. They had made even the loudest douchebags shut the fuck up.
When their thumbs started to protest, the two had switched to hanging out on Grimmjow's black sofa, and watched a movie. They had small debates over the Best Movies Ever, while the movie on TV played. Both of the boys managed to agree about a lot of things, such as Pulp Fiction being the greatest thing Quentin Tarintino ever directed, the Matrix trilogy was indeed a "clusterfuck of abysmal", and Uwe Boll being a complete and utter failure as a director and a human being. Talking about Uwe Boll got them talking about video game to movie adaptions (which they both agreed always turned out for the worse). Talking about that got them talking about video games. They continued to talk about everything they could think of until topics ran dry, and the TV movie ended.
Of course, the only topic Ichigo wanted to avoid came up at the last minute. At almost three in the morning. Damn. Had they really wasted that much time?
"So, ya never explained why ya ain't got a girlfriend." Ichigo raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Does it fucking matter?"
"I'm jus' bein' nosy. Indulge me."
"I don't have one, 'cause I don't have one. End of story. I mean, what about you? You ain't got a girlfriend, either."
"No, but I have plenty of bitches. And that's just as good. Better for me, actually, seein' as I ain't intimate."
"Well, la-di-fucking-da." Grimmjow smirked at the kid, nudging him with his shoulder.
"Ya jealous, man? Ya ain't gettin' laid, or somethin'?" Ichigo didn't say anything. The problem was, he hadn't been laid. Ever. And here the faux latino was mocking him. Next thing he knew, Jaggerjack would start telling him tales of his sexual encounters. "Ooooh. So, that is it. Shit, man, it ain't hard ta find a girl ta fuck." The orange-haired teen rolled his eyes. He didn't want to fuck any girls, dammit. He had been close to doing that once and then woke the fuck up. "Unless, of course, you're a virgin."
And Ichigo tensed.
"That's fuckin' it, isn't it? You're a fuckin' virgin! Holy shit, man," Grimmjow said with a laugh.
"Shut the fuck up. I don't wanna talk about this anymore."
"Fuck, Ichigo, we gotta get ya laid."
"Dude, shut up!" Ichigo was sure he was going to die of embarrassment. Grimmjow was not helping at-fucking-all, either. The latino pulled him in close, arm around his shoulder, which made the teen's heart race and his eyes widen. "Get off."
"Listen, man, I'll give you some pointers on pickin' up chicks. I know plenty when it comes to gettin' someone in bed."
"I don't need fucking pointers on picking up chicks."
"Obviously you do, if you haven't had sex, yet."
"You know, not everyone fucking wants to have sex just to have goddamn sex. Some people actually save themselves for people they love." Jaggerjack grew quiet, looking at the teen as if he had just grown horns. Ichigo averted his gaze, trying hard not to get lost in those blue depths.
Dammit. He sounded like a schoolgirl.
"Ya serious, dude? You one of those hopeless romantics?"
"So what if I am? Is that so fucking bad?" It was quiet for a couple minutes before Grimmjow started giggling, which gradually grew into full-blown laughter. The young Kurosaki had never blushed so hard in his life. Jaggerjack was making fun of him. Damn his luck.
"That's cute, Kurosaki. Really, it is. Guess it's good you're not like someone like me."
"Why's that?"
"I lost my virginity at a young age, 'n it di'n't mean shit. It was jus' fuckin' ta fuck."
"...When did you lose it?"
"When I was fifteen. Now, I'm twenty-two, and haven't had a normal relationship. Not complainin', or nothin', but still, would've been nice ta do the whole relationship thing once."
"Oh really?" Ichigo said, smirking triumphantly. "So, you are a fucking softie at heart, huh?" Grimmjow smiled, laughing.
"Let's keep it a secret."
Author: gogodgene
Pairing: Ichigo / Grimmjow
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: Rock #25, "Dirty Little Secret" All American Rejects
Summary: It's harder when you're sober.
Helpful Fic Jargon: AU, Cursing, sexual content (discussion)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Bleach is (c) Kubo Tite and all other affliates.
-------!-------
Bonding wasn't his thing. It would be suffice to say, Ichigo completely sucked at anything that had to do with bonding with another human being.
But with this guy, this asshole (at least he was a likeable asshole), this new buddy of his, it seemed incredibly easy. For a moment, Ichigo couldn't remember the last time he had this much fun. Playing video games, and just sitting back and laughing.
It was nice.
And then they had went online to game. That was a blast. The young Kurosaki and the latino next to him were apparently the tag team from hell when it came to insulting people. They had made even the loudest douchebags shut the fuck up.
When their thumbs started to protest, the two had switched to hanging out on Grimmjow's black sofa, and watched a movie. They had small debates over the Best Movies Ever, while the movie on TV played. Both of the boys managed to agree about a lot of things, such as Pulp Fiction being the greatest thing Quentin Tarintino ever directed, the Matrix trilogy was indeed a "clusterfuck of abysmal", and Uwe Boll being a complete and utter failure as a director and a human being. Talking about Uwe Boll got them talking about video game to movie adaptions (which they both agreed always turned out for the worse). Talking about that got them talking about video games. They continued to talk about everything they could think of until topics ran dry, and the TV movie ended.
Of course, the only topic Ichigo wanted to avoid came up at the last minute. At almost three in the morning. Damn. Had they really wasted that much time?
"So, ya never explained why ya ain't got a girlfriend." Ichigo raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Does it fucking matter?"
"I'm jus' bein' nosy. Indulge me."
"I don't have one, 'cause I don't have one. End of story. I mean, what about you? You ain't got a girlfriend, either."
"No, but I have plenty of bitches. And that's just as good. Better for me, actually, seein' as I ain't intimate."
"Well, la-di-fucking-da." Grimmjow smirked at the kid, nudging him with his shoulder.
"Ya jealous, man? Ya ain't gettin' laid, or somethin'?" Ichigo didn't say anything. The problem was, he hadn't been laid. Ever. And here the faux latino was mocking him. Next thing he knew, Jaggerjack would start telling him tales of his sexual encounters. "Ooooh. So, that is it. Shit, man, it ain't hard ta find a girl ta fuck." The orange-haired teen rolled his eyes. He didn't want to fuck any girls, dammit. He had been close to doing that once and then woke the fuck up. "Unless, of course, you're a virgin."
And Ichigo tensed.
"That's fuckin' it, isn't it? You're a fuckin' virgin! Holy shit, man," Grimmjow said with a laugh.
"Shut the fuck up. I don't wanna talk about this anymore."
"Fuck, Ichigo, we gotta get ya laid."
"Dude, shut up!" Ichigo was sure he was going to die of embarrassment. Grimmjow was not helping at-fucking-all, either. The latino pulled him in close, arm around his shoulder, which made the teen's heart race and his eyes widen. "Get off."
"Listen, man, I'll give you some pointers on pickin' up chicks. I know plenty when it comes to gettin' someone in bed."
"I don't need fucking pointers on picking up chicks."
"Obviously you do, if you haven't had sex, yet."
"You know, not everyone fucking wants to have sex just to have goddamn sex. Some people actually save themselves for people they love." Jaggerjack grew quiet, looking at the teen as if he had just grown horns. Ichigo averted his gaze, trying hard not to get lost in those blue depths.
Dammit. He sounded like a schoolgirl.
"Ya serious, dude? You one of those hopeless romantics?"
"So what if I am? Is that so fucking bad?" It was quiet for a couple minutes before Grimmjow started giggling, which gradually grew into full-blown laughter. The young Kurosaki had never blushed so hard in his life. Jaggerjack was making fun of him. Damn his luck.
"That's cute, Kurosaki. Really, it is. Guess it's good you're not like someone like me."
"Why's that?"
"I lost my virginity at a young age, 'n it di'n't mean shit. It was jus' fuckin' ta fuck."
"...When did you lose it?"
"When I was fifteen. Now, I'm twenty-two, and haven't had a normal relationship. Not complainin', or nothin', but still, would've been nice ta do the whole relationship thing once."
"Oh really?" Ichigo said, smirking triumphantly. "So, you are a fucking softie at heart, huh?" Grimmjow smiled, laughing.
"Let's keep it a secret."