Just A Thing (Seme Male Reader x Grimmjow) {Bleach}

A Single Grey Hair

Author's Note:  last bonus chapter(s) of this book. after this, its done. period.

36 years after 'No Take Backs'....

reader pov

"i have cancer," he grunted. "no you dont," i grunted. it was a warm summer day. we sat in the living room of our beach house in the soul society. pretty nice, of course i wouldn't get less than the best for me and my husband. "prostate cancer," he grunted. "nope," i said. "there are lumps," he grunted. "ill take you to the hospital," i said. "didnt you study medical....stuff? you can check to make sure," he grunted. "tsk...and give you something to freak out about? id rather let the doctor tell you," i said. "i have hemorrhoids," he grunted. "no you dont," i said. "i have a third ball," he said. "you have two. i counted," i said. "you didnt double check. they feel like three," he said. "you dont need me to check, grimmjow. if you have three balls, call the doctor. he will come and check," i said. "i cant find the phone," he said. "its right next to the remote....on the other side of you," i said. "no it isn't," he grunted. i looked around him on the sofa. sure enough, it was right there. "grimmjow, i can see it," i pointed. "its too far away. will you get it for me?" he grunted. "nope," i said. "you are giving me gray hairs," he grunted. "aint a grey hair on your whole body, surprisingly. i figured you would have loads of em," i said. "i do have grey hairs. you wanna see?" he asked. "not really," i changed the channel with the other remote. "why not?" he looked at me. "cause it reminds me how old we are," i said. "....you dont look old," he grunted. "dont mean im not," i said. "do....do i look old?" he asked. i looked at him. eh....only looks old cause i know what he looks like when he was younger. "like....late 30's with a gut," i said. he lifted his shirt. looks like his stomach is....swollen or bloated. he chuckled. "its more of....pudge. like im a little kid again," he smiled, showing three missing teeth. two on the top and one on the bottom. i rubbed it. "still pretty fucking sexy," i chuckled. he reached over and lifted my shirt. he blinked a few times. "nick...." "hmm?" "when did you get soo.....small?" he asked. i looked down. i grinned. completely flat. lost a lot of definition but they are still there. "stopped drinking long ago so i wouldn't get a beer belly," i said. he rubbed it. he grunted, a blush appearing on his face. "you...you still have em," he grunted. "yup," i said. he just rubbed me for a little while. "you know why i wanted you to check," he grumbled. "yup," i said. "so why didnt you?" he grunted. "because we are old," i said. he laid on his back on the sofa and pulled his pants right off. i just kept watching tv. "nick...look at me," he grunted. he put his legs up on the sofa, putting one foot in my lap and one on the back of the sofa. i looked at him. completely limp but he kept playing with it, running a finger up and down his crack. eh...id need some Viagra but i do feel the twitch. "you have one," i said.

he sat up quickly and started inspecting himself. he looked under and around his balls. his thighs. "where?" he glared at me. "bottom of your left butt cheek," i said. he lifted his balls up and looked. sure enough, it glistened in the light of day. "well ill be damned. i thought you would get em first," he grumbled to himself. "why? you are the one who is stressed 24/7," i changed the channel. he laid back on the sofa, continuing to play with himself. "touch me or something," he grunted. i patted his foot. "bastard," he grunted. i patted his knee. he started stroking harder, actually managing to get hard. like 40-ish% but hard nonetheless. he dug through his pants on the floor, pulling out a bottle of blue pills. he looked at the bottle for a little bit before presenting it to me. "two," he grunted. i took the bottle and put it on the coffee table. he glared at the bottle before glaring at me. "come on! i haven't had sex in 15 fucking years! give me something!" he yelled. or more like stated with enthusiasm. his throat gets dry pretty easily. i just climbed on top of him and laid on him, putting my head in his neck. he kept stroking, growling into my neck. "its...its not working," he grunted, licking up my neck. "because we are old," i said, feeling the pull of sleep. "take off your pants," he grunted, tugging at the belt. "we aren't having sex, grimmjow. im not throwing away our last few years just to attempt to get off one more time," i said. "take off your pants. i can dream," he grunted, managing to pull my belt off. my pants got really loose. ive lost loads of weight over the last few years. not because of bad health though. with the severe drop in physical activity that came with retirement from hollows inc, the muscle would turn to unnecessary weight. so i told my trainer to help me to loose it and become thin and slim for the rest of my life. i actually feel a lot better with all of the bulky muscle gone now. me and my husband are the best looking old people you will ever see in your life. he kept pulling at my pants. i sighed, letting him slide em off. i kicked them on the floor. he kept beating off, running a hand over my much smaller but surprisingly firm chest. he just gave up, never getting past 40% arousal. i wont deny i do miss the feeling though. my husband was always tight.