Contact; Part Three

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Once more with feeling! 

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“I’m alright, Guts.” said Griffith. His voice was
completely even.

“Bullshit.” said Guts.

“I am. ” Griffith said reaching out to clutch at
Guts’ hand. The grip was bruising.

“I just need a second to breathe.” he said. Guts
sat utterly still and watched his chest rise and fall for a few moments before
Griffith’s eyes opened like a wind up doll’s. Griffith bit his lip before
pulling Guts into a biting kiss.

Guts regarded him for a moment, noting the touch of wildness
still in the blown open pupils of his friend. Griffith slid off the couch. He
took Guts by the shirt and led him into the bedroom not blinking. He began to
undress.

The moonlight was bright that night, so neither of them
reached for the light. Guts’ eyes widened a little and he froze to the spot in
the doorway. He flicked his eyes away Griffith’s partial erection and swell of
his ass as he crawled on all fours on the bed.

Griffith  turned onto
his back and arranged himself against the pillows. His eyes softened a bit.

“Come here. I want to show you something.” he
patted the bed next to him.

Guts walked over to him carefully like he was approaching a
wild animal that might be easily spooked. He sat down on the edge of the bed
and took Griffith’s hand. He placed a light kiss on his fingers.

Griffith closed his eyes and took a few slow deep breaths
before opening his eyes.

“Hi.” said Griffith in a small voice.

“Hi.” Guts said. His eyes wandered to Griffith’s
shoulder.

Griffith  took
Guts’  hand and placed it over the scars.

“These I didn’t notice until I was bleeding. Casca had
to stop me. I was fourteen years old. ”

He waited for Guts to ask more and was relieved when he
asked for nothing. Guts’ expression was unreadable as he took his hand again
and placed them over his thighs. Guts gently traced the neat little scars with
his fingertips.

“That tickles.” Griffith said. He smiled a little.

“Sorry.” said Guts. Griffith stretched the scar
tissue for a second before letting snap back into place.

“And this is high school. I had a lot of
feelings.” he said in a mocking voice. He laughed.

Guts frowned at that. Griffith’s breath hitched a little at
the seriousness of his expression.

He placed Gut’s hand on his hip.

“I made these six months ago.”  

Guts looked at the large, jagged scars

“You picked at them.” said Guts.

“Yeah. “Griffith mouthed with no voice.

Guts nodded. He seemed to be thinking.

Guts stoked the area with his thumb and leaned in and left a
kiss there. Griffith cupped the back of his head. Guts leaned down and left
another kiss on his thigh.

"Guts.” he said, his voice full. He covered his
face with his hands.

“I’ve got you.” he said as he leaned over him. Griffith
moved his hands away to look at this feral boy that was looking at him like he
was something fragile. He wasn’t sure that he liked it.

“Okay.” said Griffith with a nod.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” said Griffith. He felt the beginnings of a
smile tug at his lips.

“I said I wanted you, didn’t I?” He cupped Guts’
face in his hands. Guts smiled a little and pressed his lips almost chastely to
Griffith’s mouth. Griffith sighed as Guts made his way down to his neck, his
chest. He swirled his tongue around his navel. Griffith shuddered at the puff
of breath against the head of his cock. He looked down at Guts and blushed at
the little smile on Guts’ face. Guts looked back up at him.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the other night.” he
said. He beamed before taking Griffith in hand and opening his mouth.

“Fuck!” Griffith called out, digging his nails
into Guts’ shoulders. He felt large hands grip his hips. Guts seemed to go at
this task with the same enthusiasm as he did everything else and the frenetic
pace of his mouth (as well as the occasional scrape of teeth) left Griffith squirming.

“Guts! Guts slow down a little!” he said. He heard
a little noise that sounded like “sorry” from between his legs. Guts
took a second to gather himself before starting again. In short order, he found
a rhythm that alternated between bobbing his head and swirling his tongue.
Griffith threw his head back and made no sound, his mouth hanging open. Guts
let out a groan at the sight. Griffith let out a whimper and tugged at his
hair.

“Do you need to stop?” said Guts.

Griffith looked down at him. He shook his head.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Fingers.” Griffith said after he had caught his
breath.

“You want them inside?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have ,uh, stuff for that?” said Guts. He
blushed.

Griffith scrambled for the bedside drawer and put the small
tube into his hand. Guts leaned over him and smiled. He brushed Griffith’s hair
back from his face.

“Let’s give this a shot.” he said with a shrug.
Griffith smiled at the way Guts’ hand trembled as he applied the lube.

Guts slowly slid a finger in. Griffith closed his eyes
against the inevitable burning sensation.

“Okay?”

Griffith nodded.

“It just takes some adjusting.”

“I can put more on if you need it!” Guts moved to pull
his hand away but Griffith reached down and patted his arm.

“Just relax.” he said. They both laughed a little
at that. Guts closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m ready for the second one.”

“Okay.” Guts said with a little nod to himself as
he slid the second one in.

“Now I know what I’m looking for is around here
somewhere.” Guts’ strong fingers probed around and Griffith let out a hiss
of pain.

“Gentle.” he ground out.

“Holy shit I’m so sorry!” Guts moved to slip out
of him again.

“Guts.” Griffith said softly. Guts moved over him
again and kissed him on the mouth. He left a trail of kisses over his cheeks
before burying his face in Griffith’s neck. He groaned. Griffith stroked his
hair.

“Why don’t you start by just moving in and out?”
he said.

“mhm.” said Guts.  

   He left a tiny
kiss on his throat before making his way down to Griffith’s erection again. He
swirled his tongue around the head several times before Griffith felt the
slightest movement inside him. Guts became more sure of himself and thrust
upward with his fingers as he made his first bob down with his mouth.

Griffith felt his body light up from his core.

“Yes! Yes just like that!” said Griffith. (“Mmmhm?”
from between his legs)

Griffith moved his hips to meet Guts’ fingers in response.
Guts redoubled his efforts. Soon Griffith was audibly panting .

“Guts!” Griffith called out as he came. Guts
slipped his fingers out and leaned up to kiss Griffith.

“It was okay?” Guts said softly. Griffith deepened
the kiss, surprised by the taste of himself in Guts’ mouth. Guts rolled over
next to him and spread his arms out.

They lay in the dark for a moment, letting their breathing
even out.

“I’ve never done anything like that before.” said
Guts.

Griffith kissed him.

“It was perfect.” he said, stoking Guts’ cheek.

“You don’t have to say that.”

“I’m not just saying that. I’m not saying you’re not
new.” Griffith said. He reached for Guts’ hand.

But, you paid attention to me.“ Griffith’s voice
wavered a bit but he caught himself. He heard Guts’ sharp intake of breath.

"Well yeah. I mean isn’t the point to make the other
person feel good?” Guts let out a little laugh. The words hung in the air
for a few seconds before he spoke again.

“Griffith.” Guts said.

“Yeah?”

Guts looked at him for a moment and fidgeted with the edge
of his t-shirt. Griffith saw the outline of Guts in his shorts.

“Oh! Of course.” he said. He moved over to
straddle his lap and kissed him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” said
Guts. He reached up to rub Griffith’s hips.

“Would you rather not?”

“It’s not that I just didn’t want you to feel-”

“Guts.”

Griffith got up from his knees and put his hands on Guts’
shoulders.

“ No one touches me unless I want them to, you
understand? If I offer I mean it.”

Guts nodded and took his shirt off. Griffith could see a scattering
of little scars all over the broad chest. He ran his fingers over some of the
larger ones.

“You’ll have to tell me about these someday.” he
said against his lips. He rolled his hips in little circles. Guts groaned and
took hold of Griffith by the thighs. Guts smiled into the kiss.

“Yeah, um, sure.” said Guts. His breath turned
into a sigh as Griffith made his way down his chest.

                                                       
…………..

The shower almost immediately began to fog up the small
bathroom.

In the harsh light, the hair on Griffith’s legs was so fair
that Guts could hardly see it if not for the shine.  

They walked into the shower together without speaking and
Griffith wrapped his arms around Guts’ neck and pressed their cheeks together.
The tension left his body completely

“Can I get your back?” said Griffith.

Gut’s stiffened for a moment before nodding.

Griffith rubbed his hand over the well muscled back, tracing
every muscle. He stopped at his waist. Guts took his hand and wrapped his
around him and pulled him forward.

“Are you sure?”

“Sort of?” Guts said with a harsh laugh.

“It bothers me but sometimes it doesn’t?” he
added.

Griffith nodded and pressed his chest against Guts’ back. He
nuzzled between his shoulder blades. He kissed him softly before gently
pressing his hips to the Guts’ ass. He felt his face get hot.

Guts sighed. Griffith
opened his mouth and lightly ran his teeth over a scar there. Guts snorted.

“You chewin’ on me?”

“Yes.” said Griffith around the his skin.

Guts squeezed his hand and brought it up to his lips. He
turned around.

“Let me get your hair.”

Griffith hummed at the pressure on his scalp. He shut his
eyes as the soapy water ran down his face.

“You’re going t get it all tangled.”

Guts twirled the hair even more tightly together after that.
They both laughed as they closed the space between them for a kiss. Guts
pressed himself too quickly against Griffith and his back made a loud squeak
against the tile. They both suppressed a smile. Guts rubbed them against the
wall again causing an even more spectacular squeak.

“Hmmm. So sexy.” Guts said against Griffith’s
lips. Griffith squirmed against him all while laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe;
squeak, squeak, squeak.

“We can’t in here, Guts.” he said finally.

“Alright.” said Guts. He took Griffith’s hand as
they made their way to Griffith’s room without discussion.

They crawled into bed. Griffith nestled himself into Guts’ chest.
After a few moments of quiet, Guts spoke.

“Griffith?”

“Yes, love?”

“I have some… stuff.” Guts’ voice trailed off at
the end.

“Stuff?”

“Baggage. I have some really bad baggage.”

Griffith looked up at Guts, and he could see his jaw
clenching. Griffith reached to stroke his neck.

“So do I.” he said.

Guts nodded.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you I just-” Guts
said.

“It feels like if you say it you’ll fall apart?”
Griffith locked eyes with Guts. Guts’ eyes widened as he caught  Griffith’s look. Violence, fire, the void itself in those eyes.

“Yeah, actually.” he said. Griffith seemed to come
back to himself a little bit.

“I just didn’t want to make whatever we are doing about,
I don’t know, something sad?” he added.

Griffith smiled against his chest.

“I know. We’ll figure it out.”  Griffith squeezed his hand.

“Yeah.” said Guts with a frown. He pressed his
face into Griffith’s hair and took a breath.

Tiny paws tapped on
Griffith’s shoulder.

“Come here, baby.” he said.  He patted the space above their heads.

Medusa curled into a ball and her tail brushed against
Griffith’s nose as she settled down. stretched out her paws before settling
into sleep.