Contact; Part 1

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So this is incredibly self indulgent. A male bonding experience between roommates becomes something else. GriffGuts modern AU. Special thanks to @madchen for the prompt. NSFW. 

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       Griffith took
the last box out of the entry way to his new house and took a moment to sit at
the edge of the couch. (An avocado green mid century inspired piece purchased to
match the house. Guts had agreed to it only when he had been able to lay out  completely on his back on it. He had fallen
asleep while Griffith and the woman who had placed the ad on Craigslist haggled
over the price.) Griffith’s kitten, Medusa walked into each unfamiliar room and
meowed in confusion.  She walked over to
her new housemate, Guts,and tapped him with her paw.

“What, buddy?” said Guts.

    Griffith could
imagine him nearly engulfing the kitten in his hand as he pet her like a dog.
He smiled and let himself lay down for the first time that day. Griffith’s hair
fanned out behind him as he pressed his head onto the  cool terrazzo floor. The cat trotted over to
him and sniffed his face for a moment before settling into his hair and
kneading his scalp. She purred.

“Hey dust bunny.” he said as he stroked the long,
grey fur. He blew a raspberry on her tummy.  

   Griffith noticed
the little bit of ooze from the corner of her eye and gently brushed it away.
She made a little sound of displeasure before walking into the kitchen with her
tail down. Griffith sighed and reached feebly after his cat.

“Do you want to get a start on the kitchen?” Guts
said, box cutter in hand. Griffith could see the sweat soaking through his black
t-shirt.  Griffith whined.

“How are you still standing?” said Griffith.

Guts turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. He walked
over to Griffith and stood over him, with Griffith’s body between his legs.
Guts crossed his arms over his chest.

“You planning on challenging me again?” said
Griffith.

“You scared?” Guts said. He nudged Griffith on the
tip of his nose with his foot.

“Guts!” He wrinkled his nose.

“Huh?” Guts gave him a little smile. He bumped his
nose again, this time with the ball of his foot and rubbing it in a little bit.
Griffith could see the calluses on his foot.

“You’re gross!” he said.

Guts laughed and turned to put the box cutter on the coffee
table. Griffith took the opportunity and  wrapped his arm around his ankle.

“Griffith!” Guts yelled as he fell to the ground.

The two of them grappled for a moments before Griffith
straddled him on his back and held onto his wrists.

“We have hard floors asshole!“said Guts with a
huff. Griffith spit some of his own hair out of his mouth.

He smiled as he leaned down to whisper in Guts’ ear. Their
chests were pressed flush against each other.

“You should have thought of that before you turned your
back.” he said. He gripped tighter around Gut’s wrists as Guts bucked up
uselessly with his hips. Guts reached for his hair and pulled gently.

“No you don’t.” Griffith said. He swung his hair
over his shoulder. Guts laughed.

Guts hooked his legs around Griffith’s hips.

“Oh shit!” Griffith said as Guts threw him on his
back.

“Gotcha.” said Guts in a low voice.

Griffith panted for a moment and Guts looked at him. His
eyes were glassy and Griffith could see a new trail of sweat going down his
neck.  Griffith adjusted his hips
slightly, and felt the unmistakable bulge hardening in Guts’ shorts.

“Guts are you -?”

The air seemed to go out of the room, then. Guts eyes
widened a bit and he opened his mouth speak. Griffith reached up and gently put
a hand on his cheek before he knew what he was doing. They stared at each other
without breathing. Guts bit his bottom lip and nodded.  He turned in and breathed into Griffith’s neck.
He moved his hips carefully. Griffith answered him with a movement of his own.  He could feel Gut’s heart beat against his in
his chest. And he soothed his hand down his back. He reached down to squeeze
his ass.

“No.” said Guts, his whole body going rigid.

“What?”

“Not there.” he said.

“Okay.” Griffith said. He stroked the wet dark
hairs at the base of his neck carefully. He could hear Guts’ breath shake in
his ear.

They sat in silence for a few moments and Griffith felt his
heart twist. Had he ruined whatever this was?

“Guts?"said Griffith.

Guts moved his hips again. Griffith moaned in response, more
at the suggestion than the sensation. He felt Guts’ lips press against his
neck. Their thrusts turned into rolls and they were no longer meeting each other
in the middle but moving together without breaking contact.  Griffith was painfully hard.

"Guts, I need to.” he gestured to his pants.

Guts nodded and undid the button on Griffith’s jeans. Gut’s
hands stilled at the waistband of Griffith’s underwear.

“Yes.”

Guts wrapped around Griffith’s cock through the thin fabric.
After a few times they became firm strokes.

“Don’t tease me.” said Griffith.  He felt Guts nod against his cheek and his
cock was exposed to the air.  It was
already dark read at the tip and dripping wet. Guts ran his thumb along the
head in slow circles and Griffith bit back a whine.

Guts leaned up on one arm and Griffith could see the biceps
flexing under the weight. Griffith leaned up on his elbows to get a closer look
at the heavy bulge in Guts’ shorts. Guts blushed but managed a little smirk. He
shrugged.

“Is it okay if I?” he said, hooking his thumbs
into the waistband of his shorts.

“Come here.” Griffith said and he had to hold
himself back from mouthing at the front of the shorts. He pulled them down and
gently took his cock out. Guts settled back over top of him again and smiled.
He nuzzled Griffith. Griffith leaned their foreheads together.

“I’m going to put my legs here alright?” said Griffith.
He put his hands on Guts’ waist, slipping his hand under the damp shirt.

“That’s fine.” said Guts. Griffith wrapped his
legs around Guts and tilted his head back to bare his neck.

Guts made a sound from the back of his throat and took them
both in one his hands and started stroking them urgently, without gentleness.
He leaned down and sank his teeth into Griffith’s shoulder. Griffith bit onto
his fist. A little noise escaped his throat.

Guts reached up and took Griffith’s hand away with his free
hand. He laced their fingers together.

“Let me hear you.” he said. Griffith gasped. He
moved his hips in time with Guts’ hand and let himself go.

“Oh fuck, Guts!” he said as he finished.  Gut’s grunted as he followed.

“Shhh.” said Griffith. He could feel Guts’
shoulders tremble under his hand. Guts was looking at him with the an intensity
that was unreadable. Griffith tilted his chin up; they kissed for the first
time. Guts sighed as he rolled off of Griffith and caught his breath. Griffith
reached down to the wetness cooling on his stomach.

“We made a mess.” said Griffith.

“Yeah.” said Guts.