It’s that time again, folks.
Love Lessons Chapter 3
I can only pray it does not disappoint.
Chapter 3: “Don’t ask a question you don’t know the answer to,”
Ichigo was actually squirming in his seat as Grimmjow fixed him with his blue gaze. He was blushing madly and every time Grimmjow so much as moved the teen would look all uncomfortable again. Ichigo couldn’t get the images from his dream out of his mind, images that had continued when he had been in the shower and that were now playing on a loop in his head. He cringed, running a hand through his hair.
“You’re not concentrating Kurosaki,” Said the voice he had been trying so hard to stop thinking about. He jumped a little before scowling at the man who was leaning on the teen’s desk.
“What the fuck? Was there any need to get that close?” He snapped and he heard the class take a sharp gasp. Grimmjow smirked and Ichigo shifted in his seat, his head giving him a beautiful rendition of the last time he had seen that smirk on the man’s face.
“We’ll discuss this after school and while you’re here we can talk about how you’re getting the lowest marks in the class,” Grimmjow announced loudly and Ichigo saw Inoue cast a sympathetic look at him. He scowled deeply, feeling a blush on his face. He could see that man had just fucking loved showing him up in front of the rest of the class.
Grimmjow was trying hard to keep a straight face as the teen blushed at his comment. The ever present scowl on the boy's face had just deepened and Grimmjow could see the anger burning in the teen’s eyes.
The bell rang and Inoue paused at the door of the classroom after packing her things away, waiting for Ichigo to finish glowering at the blue haired man.
“You shouldn’t have snapped at him like that,” Tatsuki told him, her face in a slight smirk, “If you’re failing, you should ask Inoue to help you. She’s top of the class,”
Ichigo blinked at the busty brunette girl in surprise, from her daydreaming ways he had just assumed that she wasn’t that clever, but now that he thought about it, she always did do well in tests.
“I never really thought about that, but I suppose…” A hand on his arm stopped him from finishing his sentence and he looked up at the older man in surprise. “Sensei?” He asked a little confused. He was pretty sure that the man had said to see him at the end of the day.
“I changed my mind, I want a word with you now, berry,” Grimmjow smirked, unable to shake off the strange feeling that had risen when he’d over heard the teenagers conversation. He already disliked the two girls who hung off Ichigo’s every word and who were constantly buzzing around the boy and now he felt it more than ever.
Ichigo blushed at the nickname, but held his tongue at Tatsuki’s warning glance. She shrugged and turned to leave the room.
“We’ll see you outside, Kurosaki-kun,” Inoue smiled, her eyes flickering nervously between the two glowering men.
The door shut behind them, the dull noise of the wood hitting together ringing out an ominous omen into the quiet room. Ichigo shifted uncomfortably at his teacher’s closeness and fought to keep himself from blushing. Grimmjow took a step back then, pushing his glasses up his nose and fixing the boy with a cold look.
“You’ll come back after school for a detention for talking back, Kurosaki, and we’ll start your tutoring session then,” Grimmjow ordered, his eyes never leaving the teens flushed face. He licked his lips and smirked, seeing the teen squirm at his actions. “But then, maybe you deserve a stronger punishment,” he murmured into the silence of the room, “Perhaps you should have a detention tomorrow as well,”
“What the hell?” Ichigo protested and Grimmjow narrowed his eyes.
“I don’t like being talked back to Ichigo,” He growled, leaning towards the teen. Ichigo’s own eyes narrowed and he stared defiantly back at the man.
“Understood, sir,” He replied. His words might have been agreeing, but his tone certainly wasn’t and his eyes were almost gold, all trace of discomfort gone now as the two snarled at one another. Both were aware of the close proximity of the other and Grimmjow felt a smirk tugging at his lips. He could just lean forward and within seconds he would be kissing the scowling teen. He pulled back suddenly, unsure of where that thought had come from.
“You can go now,” He told him, turning his back on the boy and walking over to his desk.
Ichigo felt like he had just woken from a trance, he had been so close to just leaning forward and kissing the other man that he felt a little shaken. He’d never felt such an intense feeling before. He turned and left the room, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Tatsuki and Orihime stood a little further down the corridor, talking to Ishida and Ichigo walked shakily towards them, not noticing the blue eyes that were fixed on his retreating figure.
Ichigo had been stood outside the classroom door for fifteen minutes, nervously wondering whether he should go in or not. Grimmjow had been stood on the other side of it for ten minutes; smirking at the fact the teen couldn’t build up the courage to face him. Grimmjow put his hand on the handle and pulled the door open, at the exact same moment Ichigo attempted to do the same from the other side. They blinked at one another.
“What the hell?” Ichigo asked, feeling uncomfortable at how close the other man was.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to open the door,” Grimmjow smirked, looking down at the teen who flushed furiously at the man's words.
“If you knew I was out there, then why didn’t you open the door?” Ichigo practically shouted, stepping into the room and slamming the classroom door behind him.
“I just fucking did!” The man shouted back.
“No you didn’t that was me!”
“I think you’ll find, berry head, that I opened the door!”
“It was me, jackass,”
“Err…sensei?” A timid voice asked from the door, interrupting the heated argument between the two. Two angry gazes turned to fix on the young girl and she took a step back from the scene before her. The two men were stood close to one another, the teen had his fists bunched at his sides and the older man had a lazy smirk on his face, despite the anger in his gaze.
“What?” Grimmjow snarled, taking a step away from Ichigo, who he could feel continued to glower at him.
“I just brought you this message from Hinamori-sensei,” she stuttered, handing out a note. Grimmjow rolled his eyes and unfolded the letter, sighing at the request to go out for a drink. He balled the letter up and threw it into the bin before turning to look at the blushing girl.
“Just tell her no, and get the hell out of my classroom,” He told her, and she nodded before turning and scampering away like a frightened rabbit. Grimmjow turned back to the room and saw Ichigo slouched down in a chair, staring out of the window as the rain began to fall again. The teen had un-tucked his shirt and opened the first few buttons, revealing a blue t-shirt underneath his uniform. He seemed to notice Grimmjow’s gaze on him and he shifted uncomfortably and glanced at the man.
“Well let’s get on with this then,” He said quietly, before glancing out of the window again, unable to look at the man for too long without his head providing him with the dream again. Grimmjow frowned a little but the shrugged and picked up his folder. He casually smacked it over the teen’s head, causing him to scowl and look at him again.
“You really are a jackass, how the hell did you become a teacher?” Ichigo growled, rubbing the side of his head. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at the teen and then pushed his glasses up his nose, pulling a chair so he was leaning on the same desk as the teenager.
“And you are a whiny bitch, how the hell did you even get in this class?” Grimmjow growled back. Their eyes met and Ichigo felt a small smile tug at his lips. The feelings he had felt racing through him that afternoon after the closeness of the other man were coming back and he coughed a little and broke the eye contact, looking at the math book in front of him.
“Why don’t you fucking teach like you are paid too then?” Ichigo smirked, shoving the book towards Grimmjow, who snatched it up with a snarl.
Arguing with the kid was really too much fun.
"Argh! I don't get it at all!" Ichigo shouted, throwing his pen down and jabbing an accusing finger at the page. "How the hell does x equal six? x is x, it can only equal x!"
Grimmjow rolled his eyes and picked up the pen from the teen.
"Fucking idiot. You multiply the three by two, because the 2 is y," Grimmjow ran his hand through his hair and began scribbling down more questions on the page and pushing the book towards the teen.
"So how do I do that question?" Ichigo asked, staring at the complicated mass of numbers and letters in front of him.
"Don't ask questions you don't know the answer to," Grimmjow groaned.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Ichigo shouted at the man angrily.
The air was thick with tension as Ichigo slowly dragged his tongue over the lollipop. Grimmjow watched him, shifting a little in his seat. It should be illegal for anyone to look that good. They were half way through their ‘tutoring session’ and all they had done so far was bicker with one another, and now that Grimmjow had finally begun to explain how to expand out brackets, he was being distracted by the boy and his god damn sweets.
“Do you really have to eat that?” Grimmjow growled between clenched teeth, watching the orange sweet slide back between the teen’s lips.
“What?” Ichigo asked, looking up at the blue haired man innocently. If Grimmjow was in an anime, he would have sweat dropped right then. How could the teen be so sensual, but so…naïve?
“Where the hell did you even get that from anyway?” Grimmjow asked, watching as Ichigo leaned back in his chair.
“From my pocket, what’s the big deal? It’s a freakin’ sweet,” Ichigo frowned, pointing the lollipop at Grimmjow, “Aww, do you want a lick? Is that it?” Ichigo laughed.
Grimmjow threw the maths book at the boy’s head.
Five minutes later they were sat in the nurse’s office, Ichigo scowling while Grimmjow looked for something to wrap the ice pack that needed to be put to the boy’s head.
“Take off your shirt.” Grimmjow ordered finally, giving up. Ichigo’s eyes widened and he blushed a little.
“What?” He gasped out, and Grimmjow turned to face him, pushing his glasses up his nose and fixing Ichigo with a look.
“You’ve got a t-shirt on underneath, so just take off your fucking shirt,” Grimmjow growled stalking towards Ichigo.
“I’m fine; I would be even finer if you hadn’t thrown a book of me! What kind of teacher are you?” He grasped at the sheets on the bed beneath him and swallowed heavily. Picking a fight with the older man was sure to stop his advance. Grimmjow stopped, looking at the sight before him.
Ichigo was blushing slightly, holding onto the sheets with one hand and with his other hand holding closed his shirt. He was leaning back on the sick bed and he had his eyes narrowed at Grimmjow. His hair was tousled and Grimmjow couldn’t stop himself licking his lips. Ichigo’s eyes widened a little at the gesture and he slid back a little further. The air was thick with tension and Ichigo could feel himself breathing more heavily, while Grimmjow thought the teen had never looked more alluring. Screw it; no-one had ever looked more alluring to him. But the kid was a student, and the uniform he was wearing, no matter how sexy it made him look, proved that he was a student and therefore underage. Grimmjow threw the ice pack in his hand to the teen, and it landed squarely on the teen’s crotch. Ichigo jumped and gasped at the contact and Grimmjow turned and walked out of the room.
He paused at the door, glancing back at the boy behind him who had picked the cold ice pack up from its previous landing spot.
“Detention is over for tonight Ichigo,” He said turning and walking out of the room. Ichigo stared blankly at the door, the freezing ice pack numbing his hand. He didn’t know what had just happened, but now he felt like someone had just punched him in the face.
Or maybe that was because Grimmjow had hit him with a book. He touched the bump on his forehead tenderly. He was really confused.
Grimmjow drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his car as the rain pounded down on the windscreen. He beeped his horn as an idiot cut him off and gestured rudely as he over took them. Son’s of bitches. Couldn’t they see he was thinking right now?
His mind was spinning. He had wanted nothing more than to ravish the teen right then, and that confused him. Sure he thought the teen was attractive, but he was a student, and he pissed Grimmjow off. He liked arguing with the kid and now the brat had gone and got his head all messed up.
He hated that kid so much right now.
Ichigo found himself in front of the classroom door again, at the exact same time as the day before, moving nervously from foot to foot.
The door swung open just as he reached out for the handle and he glanced up into the face of the smirking blue haired man.
“You’re right on time, Kurosaki,” He smiled, opening the door wider. Ichigo stepped into the classroom.
Tandoku