Oil Stains Chapter 2
The next day, Renji woke up in his apartment, feeling sore and sweaty, blinking his tired eyes and trying to move, only to find a blue, crazy haired man clinging to his waist for dear life. He recalled back to the night before, his eyes widening as he remembered Ichigo and how upset the boy must've been that Renji just ignored him. He sighed, wriggling out of Grimmjow's grip and heading for the nearest phone. Ichigo was supposed to work with Renji at the garage today, like he did some days when he didn't have school. But he didn't see that happening with the current awkwardness of what happened. He dialed quickly, biting his lip and hoping Ichigo would pick up. He checked the clock, it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon, which meant that Renji started work in an hour. Shit, he'd slept in late. He'd give Grimmjow trouble for that later.
The phone rang, once, twice.
"Yeah?" came the voice on the other line.
Renji sighed in relief, glad that Ichigo had answered. "Hey, brat. You comin' in to work or what?"
"Are you done visiting with your boyfriend?" Ichigo's voice was surprisingly cold and Renji blinked in shock.
"He ain't my boyfriend, he just has no concept of personal boundaries." he said slowly, clearing his throat. "He's just an old friend, and, yeah, we're done visiting."
"In other words you're too tired to keep fucking. If you want to take the day off, Renji, I get it."
"And miss out on the chance to tease your cute li'l virgin ass? I don't think so."
He could practically hear Ichigo starting to blush. "I'll see you at work, asshole..." he muttered, hanging up promptly and turning around with a sigh. It was somewhat of a relief to hear Renji say that Grimmjow wasn't his boyfriend, that they weren't together like that. Even though they had very obviously been about to have sex when Ichigo left. It was still nice to know that Renji remained, for Ichigo's intents and purposes, single. Still, thinking about the two of them together, now that the initial shock had worn off, it raised more questions in Ichigo's mind. Such as, who was on top? And what did Renji sound like when he moaned? Did they do it right there on the floor, or did they find somewhere else to go? Would Renji walk in with a limp to work? Would he have bite marks on his neck? Was Renji even a biter, did he like being bitten?
The ever present image of Grimmjow on top of Renji, pounding into his writhing, willing body was something that wouldn't leave Ichigo alone. He could feel the tent forming in his pants as he thought about it, about those two hot naked bodies entwined and writhing. He could admit that he'd wanted Grimmjow, back when they'd been in high school together. Back then he'd still been struggling with his sexuality, however, and he hadn't been too keen on actually pursuing his sexual interest in men. Still, he'd had some hot fantasies about the man, once upon a time, and he'd enjoyed them greatly. Grimmjow had flirted with him back then, and Ichigo had done his best to blow him off, to pretend to be straight, but it was like Grimmjow could see right through him. The carrot-top had been depressed when the soon-to-be gangster had left, but without Grimmjow there to confuse him and rile him up he'd come to terms with who he was much faster.
Then Renji had shown up and damn, Ichigo obviously had a thing for that bad boy image because it still did it for him. With Grimmjow added into the mix once again it made everything seem that much more explosive and dangerous. He looked up from his reverie, blinking in surprise as Renji walked in, not limping or otherwise uncomfortable in any way. Ichigo blushed a little as he realized how long he'd been daydreaming.
"Mornin'." Renji greeted. "Sorry I'm late. Stopped by the cafe for some snacks." He tossed Ichigo a chocolate chip muffin, just like normal, and immediately began sipping his overly sweetened coffee and nibbling at his bagel. "Been busy today?" he asked. "How's Rikichi holding up?"
Renji's assistant had left an hour before, leaving the shop to Ichigo and Renji while he went home to sleep. "It wasn't too busy, so he was fine. He seems tired lately though..."
Renji chuckled a bit. "New girlfriend must be wearing him out. Lucky kid's gettin' laid more then I am."
"Well that's bound to change with Grimmjow around, huh?"
Renji looked over at Ichigo curiously, carefully avoiding the topic of his sex life and Grimmjow's involvement in it. "Did ya 'n' Grimmjow used to know each other or somethin'? You're sure talkin' about him a lot."
Ichigo nodded a bit, turning his head to hide his blush. "We knew each other in high school."
"Ah, that makes sense." Renji said, nodding a little. "He mentioned Karakura a couple times, if I recall." He pulled his sweater off, rolling his shoulders as the half-eaten bagel hung out of his mouth.
"So... How do you know Grimmjow?" Ichigo asked curiously, the question had been eating away at him.
"Er... We... used to work together." Renji answered vaguely. That wasn't too far from the truth. He finished off his bagel and headed into the shop where there was already a car waiting with a neatly written note explaining the customers complaints. There was a reason he kept Ichigo around.
"I see..." Ichigo looked a little dubious but didn't say more.
The rest of the work day was spent in fairly easy silence, with the two of them basically acting as if nothing had changed. But there was a tension, an awkwardness to the way they interacted, which peaked whenever Ichigo asked Renji a question about Grimmjow or vice-versa. It was like a blue haired wedge had been shoved between them and neither quite new how to get it out of the way.
When work was over they closed up the shop together, Ichigo locking the doors while Renji went into the back to shower the fresh grease off of him while Ichigo finished off the paperwork for the day. It was normal for them, to spend this quiet time in the shop alone. It didn't normally feel this awkward...
Ichigo sighed and rubbed his eyes, wishing he could stop himself from thinking so much, it was giving him a headache.
There was a knock. "Oi! Red, you there?"
Speaking of headaches...
Ichigo sighed again and unlocked the door for Grimmjow, letting the taller man come in and sitting back down at his desk. "Renji's just grabbing a shower, he'll be out in a minute." Ichigo said coolly, not looking at Grimmjow.
"Ah, a chance for me 'n' you to catch up then, eh, Strawberry?" Grimmjow said, grinning widely. "What have you been up to since I left?"
"Oh, you know, graduating, hanging around with friends, having a life, that sort of thing. Being a nice, productive member of society."
"That so? Sounds boring." Grimmjow replied, not rising up to the challenge in Ichigo's tone. He honestly didn't care that he hadn't graduated, or that he wasn't a 'productive member of society', that sort of shit didn't phase him. Ichigo was taller then when he'd seen him last, and he kept his hair longer. It suited him, he looked good. Less of a skinny kid and more of a man, he was hot. Grimmjow smirked at him appreciatively, eying up the younger man's matured body from across the desk. "I'm plannin' on dragging Red out drinking tonight. You should come with. You do drink don't you?"
Ichigo looked at Grimmjow with a scowl, looking at him suspiciously. "Why would you want me to go drinking with you?" He asked.
"Aw, c'mon, Ichi...' Grimmjow said obviously cajoling. "It'll be fun."
Ichigo looked dubious, but he didn't have a chance to voice his doubts before Renji walked out. The redhead was toweling his hair dry, his bare torso still slightly damp as he looked around for the clean shirt he'd left out there. "Oh, hey, Grimm...." He said upon spotting the other man, looking away and continuing to search for his shirt.
"Heya, Red. I came to invite ya out to drinks." He said, grinning widely. "Ichigo's gonna come with us if we go." He said, making Ichigo blink and look confused.
"Hey, wait, I didn-"
"Yer gonna come, Ichi?" Renji said, grinning. "Sure, that sounds fun."
Ichigo was a goner, how could he possibly resist that smile?
~//~
Sorry its a short chapter, to be honest I was kind of stuck on how to get the story to go where I wanted it to, but I think this is a good start XD
The phone rang, once, twice.
"Yeah?" came the voice on the other line.
Renji sighed in relief, glad that Ichigo had answered. "Hey, brat. You comin' in to work or what?"
"Are you done visiting with your boyfriend?" Ichigo's voice was surprisingly cold and Renji blinked in shock.
"He ain't my boyfriend, he just has no concept of personal boundaries." he said slowly, clearing his throat. "He's just an old friend, and, yeah, we're done visiting."
"In other words you're too tired to keep fucking. If you want to take the day off, Renji, I get it."
"And miss out on the chance to tease your cute li'l virgin ass? I don't think so."
He could practically hear Ichigo starting to blush. "I'll see you at work, asshole..." he muttered, hanging up promptly and turning around with a sigh. It was somewhat of a relief to hear Renji say that Grimmjow wasn't his boyfriend, that they weren't together like that. Even though they had very obviously been about to have sex when Ichigo left. It was still nice to know that Renji remained, for Ichigo's intents and purposes, single. Still, thinking about the two of them together, now that the initial shock had worn off, it raised more questions in Ichigo's mind. Such as, who was on top? And what did Renji sound like when he moaned? Did they do it right there on the floor, or did they find somewhere else to go? Would Renji walk in with a limp to work? Would he have bite marks on his neck? Was Renji even a biter, did he like being bitten?
The ever present image of Grimmjow on top of Renji, pounding into his writhing, willing body was something that wouldn't leave Ichigo alone. He could feel the tent forming in his pants as he thought about it, about those two hot naked bodies entwined and writhing. He could admit that he'd wanted Grimmjow, back when they'd been in high school together. Back then he'd still been struggling with his sexuality, however, and he hadn't been too keen on actually pursuing his sexual interest in men. Still, he'd had some hot fantasies about the man, once upon a time, and he'd enjoyed them greatly. Grimmjow had flirted with him back then, and Ichigo had done his best to blow him off, to pretend to be straight, but it was like Grimmjow could see right through him. The carrot-top had been depressed when the soon-to-be gangster had left, but without Grimmjow there to confuse him and rile him up he'd come to terms with who he was much faster.
Then Renji had shown up and damn, Ichigo obviously had a thing for that bad boy image because it still did it for him. With Grimmjow added into the mix once again it made everything seem that much more explosive and dangerous. He looked up from his reverie, blinking in surprise as Renji walked in, not limping or otherwise uncomfortable in any way. Ichigo blushed a little as he realized how long he'd been daydreaming.
"Mornin'." Renji greeted. "Sorry I'm late. Stopped by the cafe for some snacks." He tossed Ichigo a chocolate chip muffin, just like normal, and immediately began sipping his overly sweetened coffee and nibbling at his bagel. "Been busy today?" he asked. "How's Rikichi holding up?"
Renji's assistant had left an hour before, leaving the shop to Ichigo and Renji while he went home to sleep. "It wasn't too busy, so he was fine. He seems tired lately though..."
Renji chuckled a bit. "New girlfriend must be wearing him out. Lucky kid's gettin' laid more then I am."
"Well that's bound to change with Grimmjow around, huh?"
Renji looked over at Ichigo curiously, carefully avoiding the topic of his sex life and Grimmjow's involvement in it. "Did ya 'n' Grimmjow used to know each other or somethin'? You're sure talkin' about him a lot."
Ichigo nodded a bit, turning his head to hide his blush. "We knew each other in high school."
"Ah, that makes sense." Renji said, nodding a little. "He mentioned Karakura a couple times, if I recall." He pulled his sweater off, rolling his shoulders as the half-eaten bagel hung out of his mouth.
"So... How do you know Grimmjow?" Ichigo asked curiously, the question had been eating away at him.
"Er... We... used to work together." Renji answered vaguely. That wasn't too far from the truth. He finished off his bagel and headed into the shop where there was already a car waiting with a neatly written note explaining the customers complaints. There was a reason he kept Ichigo around.
"I see..." Ichigo looked a little dubious but didn't say more.
The rest of the work day was spent in fairly easy silence, with the two of them basically acting as if nothing had changed. But there was a tension, an awkwardness to the way they interacted, which peaked whenever Ichigo asked Renji a question about Grimmjow or vice-versa. It was like a blue haired wedge had been shoved between them and neither quite new how to get it out of the way.
When work was over they closed up the shop together, Ichigo locking the doors while Renji went into the back to shower the fresh grease off of him while Ichigo finished off the paperwork for the day. It was normal for them, to spend this quiet time in the shop alone. It didn't normally feel this awkward...
Ichigo sighed and rubbed his eyes, wishing he could stop himself from thinking so much, it was giving him a headache.
There was a knock. "Oi! Red, you there?"
Speaking of headaches...
Ichigo sighed again and unlocked the door for Grimmjow, letting the taller man come in and sitting back down at his desk. "Renji's just grabbing a shower, he'll be out in a minute." Ichigo said coolly, not looking at Grimmjow.
"Ah, a chance for me 'n' you to catch up then, eh, Strawberry?" Grimmjow said, grinning widely. "What have you been up to since I left?"
"Oh, you know, graduating, hanging around with friends, having a life, that sort of thing. Being a nice, productive member of society."
"That so? Sounds boring." Grimmjow replied, not rising up to the challenge in Ichigo's tone. He honestly didn't care that he hadn't graduated, or that he wasn't a 'productive member of society', that sort of shit didn't phase him. Ichigo was taller then when he'd seen him last, and he kept his hair longer. It suited him, he looked good. Less of a skinny kid and more of a man, he was hot. Grimmjow smirked at him appreciatively, eying up the younger man's matured body from across the desk. "I'm plannin' on dragging Red out drinking tonight. You should come with. You do drink don't you?"
Ichigo looked at Grimmjow with a scowl, looking at him suspiciously. "Why would you want me to go drinking with you?" He asked.
"Aw, c'mon, Ichi...' Grimmjow said obviously cajoling. "It'll be fun."
Ichigo looked dubious, but he didn't have a chance to voice his doubts before Renji walked out. The redhead was toweling his hair dry, his bare torso still slightly damp as he looked around for the clean shirt he'd left out there. "Oh, hey, Grimm...." He said upon spotting the other man, looking away and continuing to search for his shirt.
"Heya, Red. I came to invite ya out to drinks." He said, grinning widely. "Ichigo's gonna come with us if we go." He said, making Ichigo blink and look confused.
"Hey, wait, I didn-"
"Yer gonna come, Ichi?" Renji said, grinning. "Sure, that sounds fun."
Ichigo was a goner, how could he possibly resist that smile?
~//~
Sorry its a short chapter, to be honest I was kind of stuck on how to get the story to go where I wanted it to, but I think this is a good start XD