Chapter 3:
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Grimmjow:
I watched him leave the stage, feeling hopeful and horny. Not the best combination, let me tell you. I navigated through the crowd to get a stool at the bar. I ordered a double shot of whiskey, hoping the alcohol would give me courage even as I threw the money for it on the bar. “Hey, big spender. Spend a little time on me,” purred a sexy voice behind me.
I turned to see the sexy red-head I’d just watched on stage standing there, wearing a pair of low-riding leather pants, a dark-green v-neck t-shirt, and a duster-length leather jacket. Creamy alabaster skin and black tattoos peeked out from the v of his shirt, teasing me, making me want to reach out and trace the dark lines down his chest and find out just how far they went.
Instead, I handed him his shirt without comment. So much for liquid courage. I grabbed my double and downed it in one gulp. “What's your name?” I asked, the whiskey still burning my throat.
“I'm Renji,” he told me, one hand sliding up to tuck a stray red strand behind his ear.
I smiled. Such a pretty name on my ear. “You're a terrific dancer, Renji.”
He took my hand with a smile. “Let me show you just how good I am. Dance with me.”
I let him lead me out onto the dance floor. I danced occasionally, not splendidly, but perhaps it depended on the partner.
I watched him leave the stage, feeling hopeful and horny. Not the best combination, let me tell you. I navigated through the crowd to get a stool at the bar. I ordered a double shot of whiskey, hoping the alcohol would give me courage even as I threw the money for it on the bar. “Hey, big spender. Spend a little time on me,” purred a sexy voice behind me.
I turned to see the sexy red-head I’d just watched on stage standing there, wearing a pair of low-riding leather pants, a dark-green v-neck t-shirt, and a duster-length leather jacket. Creamy alabaster skin and black tattoos peeked out from the v of his shirt, teasing me, making me want to reach out and trace the dark lines down his chest and find out just how far they went.
Instead, I handed him his shirt without comment. So much for liquid courage. I grabbed my double and downed it in one gulp. “What's your name?” I asked, the whiskey still burning my throat.
“I'm Renji,” he told me, one hand sliding up to tuck a stray red strand behind his ear.
I smiled. Such a pretty name on my ear. “You're a terrific dancer, Renji.”
He took my hand with a smile. “Let me show you just how good I am. Dance with me.”
I let him lead me out onto the dance floor. I danced occasionally, not splendidly, but perhaps it depended on the partner.
Renji:
He let me pull him out on the dance floor without a fight. He had big, soft, long-fingered hands. Simply looking at them made me want to feel them sliding all over my body.
Pandora's catered to a lot of interests. Every other night, she featured a variety of activities, including karaoke and dance-offs. But usually, she left the dance floor open for those who'd rather dance than watch. A song with a pounding rhythm blared as the next dancer got ready.
The beat of it made my hips want to move and dip and grind. So I smiled at him and drew him into me. He smiled shyly and let me. He wore a dress shirt and dress slacks.
I reached up and unbuttoned the top three buttons. “Loosen up a bit, will ya?”
He let me pull him out on the dance floor without a fight. He had big, soft, long-fingered hands. Simply looking at them made me want to feel them sliding all over my body.
Pandora's catered to a lot of interests. Every other night, she featured a variety of activities, including karaoke and dance-offs. But usually, she left the dance floor open for those who'd rather dance than watch. A song with a pounding rhythm blared as the next dancer got ready.
The beat of it made my hips want to move and dip and grind. So I smiled at him and drew him into me. He smiled shyly and let me. He wore a dress shirt and dress slacks.
I reached up and unbuttoned the top three buttons. “Loosen up a bit, will ya?”
Grimmjow:
I fought back the urge to say something dirty, but enjoyed the feel of his hands on my chest. “Hey, I'm in a strip club. That's about as loose as I get.”
He smiled and swayed closer to me. “We'll have to change that, then,” he purred seductively. He crept in close to me until his thighs brushed against mine when he tried to move. “Can't be a straight-laced boy and gay. The world just doesn't work that way.”
“What makes you say I'm gay?” I asked, even though it was obvious by the way I watched him.
“That only straight people we get in here are into ménage,” he told me as he moved seductively against me. “And you don't look the type.”
“Ménage involves a gay element, anyway,” I murmured as he turned to press his back against me. His hips dipped and he shimmied against me, his perfect ass rubbing against my hard-as hell cock. I bit my lip to smother my soft moan at the friction. My fingers, of their own accord, danced up his forearms, up his shoulders, then down his chest.
He leaned back against me, his back pressed against my front. His sexy ass pressed against my groin, leaving him with no doubt of how much I wanted him. “I'm out of money tonight, Spice, so I'm not the one you should be dancing in front of. I already spent it all on you,” I commented in the curve of his ear, my tone wry.
I fought back the urge to say something dirty, but enjoyed the feel of his hands on my chest. “Hey, I'm in a strip club. That's about as loose as I get.”
He smiled and swayed closer to me. “We'll have to change that, then,” he purred seductively. He crept in close to me until his thighs brushed against mine when he tried to move. “Can't be a straight-laced boy and gay. The world just doesn't work that way.”
“What makes you say I'm gay?” I asked, even though it was obvious by the way I watched him.
“That only straight people we get in here are into ménage,” he told me as he moved seductively against me. “And you don't look the type.”
“Ménage involves a gay element, anyway,” I murmured as he turned to press his back against me. His hips dipped and he shimmied against me, his perfect ass rubbing against my hard-as hell cock. I bit my lip to smother my soft moan at the friction. My fingers, of their own accord, danced up his forearms, up his shoulders, then down his chest.
He leaned back against me, his back pressed against my front. His sexy ass pressed against my groin, leaving him with no doubt of how much I wanted him. “I'm out of money tonight, Spice, so I'm not the one you should be dancing in front of. I already spent it all on you,” I commented in the curve of his ear, my tone wry.
Renji:
My breath caught as he whispered in my ear. There was no way he could know what that did to me, so it must have been dumb luck. “Mmm. 'Spice'?” I asked softly, moving to touch my lips to his neck.
I had the satisfaction of an un-smothered whimper at my touch.
“It's more appropriate than 'Sugar', ” he responded breathily, his hips bucking against my ass. “You strike me as a 'Spice'.”
His action surprised a small moan out of me. Innocent or not, he was driving me crazy. “Be careful,” I growled. “Unless you want me to take you right here, on the dance floor, while the others ogle the scene.”
He shivered against me, telling me that at least his body had appreciated the image I'd described. “Can we leave?” he asked instead.
I nodded and checked my watch. The innocent had perfect timing. “I’m off now, so let’s go.”
He took my hand, gently cupping in his, and spun me out of our backwards embrace. He never let go of my hand; he simply tugged me in the direction of the door. I followed, curious as to the innocent’s thought. We hadn’t even discussed where we were going.
When we’d exited the club and were standing in the alley behind it, he turned to face me. Then, sweetly, he brushed his surprisingly soft lips against mine in a tender caress that only fueled my ravenous hunger for him. When he moved back, I shoved him back until his back was pressed against the wall of the next building, then slanted my lips over his, holding his lips to mine with a hand anchored in his turquoise hair.
He kissed me back with vigor and hunger. He wanted me, needed me, and I knew that no one else would do. It didn’t bother me that his need centered around me. In fact, I was sort of proud of the fact the innocent had chosen me.
We pulled apart for air. “Where are we headed?” I asked.
“My place is close,” he offered, smiling shyly.
Not too interested in my place as an option, then. An innocent. Christ, what am I doing? I’m too fucked up to break in a virgin. I forced a smile. “Your place it is, then.” Kami help him –and me. But mostly him.
My breath caught as he whispered in my ear. There was no way he could know what that did to me, so it must have been dumb luck. “Mmm. 'Spice'?” I asked softly, moving to touch my lips to his neck.
I had the satisfaction of an un-smothered whimper at my touch.
“It's more appropriate than 'Sugar', ” he responded breathily, his hips bucking against my ass. “You strike me as a 'Spice'.”
His action surprised a small moan out of me. Innocent or not, he was driving me crazy. “Be careful,” I growled. “Unless you want me to take you right here, on the dance floor, while the others ogle the scene.”
He shivered against me, telling me that at least his body had appreciated the image I'd described. “Can we leave?” he asked instead.
I nodded and checked my watch. The innocent had perfect timing. “I’m off now, so let’s go.”
He took my hand, gently cupping in his, and spun me out of our backwards embrace. He never let go of my hand; he simply tugged me in the direction of the door. I followed, curious as to the innocent’s thought. We hadn’t even discussed where we were going.
When we’d exited the club and were standing in the alley behind it, he turned to face me. Then, sweetly, he brushed his surprisingly soft lips against mine in a tender caress that only fueled my ravenous hunger for him. When he moved back, I shoved him back until his back was pressed against the wall of the next building, then slanted my lips over his, holding his lips to mine with a hand anchored in his turquoise hair.
He kissed me back with vigor and hunger. He wanted me, needed me, and I knew that no one else would do. It didn’t bother me that his need centered around me. In fact, I was sort of proud of the fact the innocent had chosen me.
We pulled apart for air. “Where are we headed?” I asked.
“My place is close,” he offered, smiling shyly.
Not too interested in my place as an option, then. An innocent. Christ, what am I doing? I’m too fucked up to break in a virgin. I forced a smile. “Your place it is, then.” Kami help him –and me. But mostly him.