your touch is my high

by seriouseffect7

Summary:

gris and enjin have some alone time in the jeep and discover that they really are so intoxicated by each other.

Notes:

my first fic on here, kinda nervous but enjoy! i've been obsessed with gachiakuta, i just had to make a fic. this is honestly just me writing shit on the fly 😭

Chapter 1

“Those punks..”

 

Enjin had his ass handed to him. He really did. Outmatched and overwhelmed by the spontaneity of children. I mean, who would have thought that they would turn the jeep into some kind of outdoor playground. Visibly lacking the bars and slides, he guessed the jeep still held a slight essence of a playground. So it was suitable for them, somehow..?

He could have easily locked the doors as their game of tag progressed closer. As those rapid feets made their way to the jeep wrangler’s seats.

Those punks.

“Punks? You know good and well you could have easily prevented this.” Gris huffed a chuckle, nudging Enjin with his knee to continue with his lethargic inspection. Enjin knows that Gris can tell he’s not really pissed. Cute.

“I know, I know…” Enjin shook his head, lips quirked when he reached out for a couple of pebbles that made their way between the seating cushions.

Now, both men had (unfortunately) taken the duty to dust out and get rid of any unwanted items from the car. Enjin laid his whole body across the expanse of the seats instead of simply scooting down. Humming rather loudly as he rested his cheek in his palm, while using his other free hand to slowly slide his fingers back and forth between the crevices in search.

Gris stood against the open door, arms crossed. He held a plastic cup of pebbles in his hand, staring carefully at Enjin's fingers. Eyes flicking from the slow drag of his hands to his face, then back to his hands.

“So why exactly are you collecting these rocks again?” Enjin finally got hold of a devil between his pointer and middle, immediately pulling it out the narrow slit. “Ah, there you go,” he abruptly shifted his body to lay on his back, shirt hiking up slightly. Then, he flicked the pebble at the cup pressed to Gris’s forearm.

However, it merely bounced off the rim to his now exposed midsection.

Well–

“To dump on you.” Gris moved instantly as he uncrossed his arms, rested the cup on the car floor, and bent down to receive Enjin’s failure pebble. Almost like he anticipated Enjin not making it.

“Dump on..?” Enjin's voice slowly dissipated, face forming into a sheepish smile. He sat up a bit, leaning on his elbows.

A soft brush of fabric immediately had his eyes drift lower. He watched Gris press below his navel, picking the pebble up slowly with his gloved hands.

“Dump on you.” Gris said pointedly, having his eyes intently focused on the rock or Enjin’s skin…? Enjin didn’t know. He honestly hoped it was the latter, who the hell knows why. Gris finally looked up to meet Enjin’s eyes, crinkling at the corners far more than usual. Enjin found himself tilting his head into his shoulder, his smile deepening far more than usual as well. Hands clenching tightly into themselves.

Enjin watched those blue eyes study his face. He could tell Gris was drifting, lost in thought perhaps. It was only after a few seconds, that his subtle grin widened a bit, signifying he was probably more in tune with reality now, “Dragging me along to deal with what you could have easily avoided. I shouldn’t be here right now helping you.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. He wasn’t actually pissed. Enjin knew.

“Hey, hey noww.." Enjin drawled out as he lifted his boot to knock Gris’s knee. “Here you are though.” He knocked his knee again. He made sure it wasn’t too hard and gave his signature cheeky grin. Enjin really just needed to do something at this point. He felt giddy, way too giddy right now.

“And c’mon... They were doing their thing! I’d be a quote unquote turdface if I stopped them.” Enjin gave a dramatic and obviously fake show of exasperation.

“When are you not a quote unquote turdface, Enjin?” Gris tossed the pebble to the cup on the floor, then went back to leaning over Enjin.

“That’s not really kind, Gris.”

“You can't deny it though, can you?” Gris let out a breathy laugh, his weight putting slight pressure on Enjin’s legs. Gris's hands had moved down to rest on his thighs now, using it as support to keep himself upright. Enjin didn’t know if that was better or worse.

“You’re asking way too many questions, boo.” Enjin felt his body shake along with Gris’s laughter. He watched those lips exhale softly, the bob of that throat, and a squeeze to his thigh. That squeeze felt more than nice.

“It was only two.”

“Two too many, I’m not answering any.” Enjin groaned obnoxiously loud, pressing the heel of his foot deeper into Gris’s knee. Focusing his mind elsewhere. It didn’t seem to bother Gris too much anyways. His body strangely fell into a more relaxed manner, even with Enjin roughly massaging (knocking) his knee and ankle. So he kept at it.

The two sat like that for a few moments, before Enjin decided to give Gris some mercy and pulled his legs back. Also because his legs began to ache.

With how faint it was, he somehow managed to notice a slight furrow across Gris’s features. He probably shouldn't be surprised since he usually finds himself enticed by Gris’s face and appearance a lot. He doesn’t miss a ton, when staring at him so openly. He’s undeniably a good looking man too, and Enjin has no shame in admitting that.

It’s not like he’s the only one staring, Gris is also usually as attentive, if not even more than Enjin himself. Carefully listening to those in general, holding eye contact being that man’s specialty.

Enjin snorted to himself.

Gris cleared his throat suddenly, probably just for the sake of grabbing Enjin’s focus. Which he never fails at doing.

“Anyways, we’re straying from the original point..” Gris rubbed the back of his neck and let out a short sigh, eventually rising up from leaning over Enjin. He rested into a full kneel on the car floor. It wasn’t a tight space, as they had pushed the front seat up to clean out underneath earlier. He sat comfortably, hands folded neatly on the seat in front him.

Enjin watched those gloved hands rub each other soothingly. Swallowing deeply, he lifted his hand to fiddle his earring. For no particular reason. Absolutely.

“Remind me again, man. My mind’s honestly going down way too many avenues right now.” Enjin felt a weak wheeze fall from his lips. He dropped his hands harshly to his sides, pushing himself to sit more upright. He was half joking. Gris cocked his brow, but still continued, eyeing Enjin closely, “The mess.” Gris chin-pointed to the cup on the floor. “Yeah, yeah.” Enjin shrugged with a small grin, taking some pleasure in Gris’s lightly vexed eye roll. That's more like it. “This little dust could have been avoided if you told Rudo, Guita, Remlin and the rest to steer away from the vehicle.”

“Yeah, but–”

“But you couldn’t.” Gris pursed his lips and smiled. Too warmly. “I get it. Didn’t want to interrupt their joviality. And other reasons pertaining to you actually caring a lot about the younger ones. I’m sure you’re aware too.”

“Ah, well. I guess that’s true.” Enjin hummed, not really fighting him on it. He was already swayed into admitting it to Semiu. He knows, and Gris evidently knows too.

“I wanted them to have a little fun. Nothing huge, just sacrificed the jeep for a while so they can use it as a stomping ground.” He chuckled a bit, “Punks, still.”

-

“By the way.” Enjin picked up another small pebble from beside him, flicking it to a minor dent atop Gris’s hat. Grimacing towards Enjin, he unfolded his tightly knit gloved hands, to reach up and take off his hat.

Long, blonde strands blew in a frenzy at a sudden gust of wind from the open car door. Strands sticking to Gris’s lips and lashes in a way that irritated the living hell out of him.

Enjin struggled to keep composure, fist pushed against his lips in amusement, “About you dumping that cup on me..”

“I’ll still be doing that for you pulling me into this clean up.” Gris pushed the rock off his hat into the cup. Dropping his hat to the floor as well. “You knew I wouldn’t say no to helping you.”

“On my pretty head though, Gris?” Enjin huffed, tousling his hand in his hair a bit too roughly. Fingers twitching to grip hard.

“Yes, on your pretty head.” Gris rolled his shoulders back a bit, before pushing himself higher to match Enjin’s eye level. Gris’s eyes glimmered, and it was so so lovely. “It’s also for the many many times that you've complained about my driving too.”

“Petty man, you are.” Enjin’s voice came out strained, not entirely matching the smug look on his face. His arms came back down to his sides, pushing down rather intensely on his palms.

He was undergoing a real annoying inner turmoil right now. Hell, he’s not even nervous. He doesn’t get nervous around people like that. Not really, but he just can't help the way he feels the impulsive need to just move his body to distract himself. To grip, grab, hold. He guesses he wants that done to himself as well. Only with Gris, he’s come to realize for some time now. It's even crazier to him that his smile always feels just a tad bit more crooked when Gris's gaze lasts just a second longer. And that particular stir of his stomach won’t wane even after his silent and consistent inner urges to make it dissipate.

And maybe he does like it, too much, when they touch as well. He doesn't consider himself a desperate man. It’s not like he’s deprived when occupying one's personal space was usual for him on more occasions than one.

But for Gris. Maybe he would get desperate. Too dizzy and disrupted. Without that glove, his touch would be so gentle. So smooth, like a drop of a honeycomb.

“Enjin.”

Gris stood before him now, arms resting on the roof of the car. His head was slightly ducking so his face was still visible to Enjin. Such patient eyes.. He wonders how long Gris was waiting for him.

Enjin began to crane his neck up a bit, uncomfortably so. “Hm?”

"You with me?"

"I am, I am." Enjin waved him off, stiffening from his previous lax posture. "Didn't really seem like it." Gris added a bit too softly.

"Was just thinking.." And silence fell upon them instead. Gris hummed contently, turning his head away. Lost like earlier. Face morphing into a contemplative ponder as he directed his eyes into the distance. The light was beginning to diminish, with a myriad of dull sepia hues dancing across above. They should really start to head inside now.

Contrary to his thoughts, Enjin continued to sit there with Gris, drumming his hands on his lap before spending a good while shedding his jacket from his figure.

There was still more silence after a few more seconds before Enjin decided to shift to his side to face Gris fully. Finding that the man was already peering down at him once again, eyes raking up to fully notice Enjin was also staring back. Gris was a bit taken back, shrugging his body off. "I'm not going to tell you what I was thinking of, you know. If that's what you're waiting for."

"You don't have to tell me anything." Gris gave him a fervent look, leaning down more with his hands remaining on the roof. His shirt stretched open more over his chest as his body reeled in closer by some invisible string. A minuscule difference from how it was a few minutes ago. Was he doing this on purpose?? It was doing wild things to Enjin’s mind.

Enjin felt himself dig his fingernails into the seat painfully. That same look Gris gave him when Enjin had told him to do some serious driving. Ah. He already gets it.

There was no hint of a smile painted on any of their features anymore. Only unfeigned eyes that bore into one another. Slow exhales. Fuck, he was getting impatient. He wanted to know how disoriented he could get with Gris.

Only the gods know who moved first, because all Enjin felt after those words were lips on his own. It was slow and lazy, deep breaths caressing their skins.

They parted for a bit, Enjin’s body still drawing near. Gris halted him with a gloved hand on his chin. Cradling Enjin’s chin gently, he pressed his lips against his ears lightly. Soft whispers. Enjin leaned his head against those lips, feeling them brush against his skin as the words spun in his head like silk threads. “I think I have a good idea of what you were thinking this evening.”

“That’s…” Enjin’s breath was shaky. Faltering far too loudly for his own liking. His head weighed heavily onto Gris’s hold.

A gloved thumb rubbed against Adam's apple, making it entirely too hard to focus on forming a long response too. So. He settled for something simple. “That’s good.”

Gris began to pull away, when a hand pigmented with black ink snuck into the heat of his gloves.

“Off.”

And they were off.

Chapter 2

They were both somewhat hesitant in their movements. Moving carefully after that little conversation they had.

It was only until a warm intrusion pushed its way through Enjin’s teeth, that everything turned sloppier for the better.

He felt his lashes flutter too quickly. Vision glossed over as it all fell apart beautifully.

He melted forward onto Gris’s body, hand digging against his shoulder blade and the other tugging a bit on his loose strands.

Gris leaned forward as well, his own hands slipping beneath the thin shirt, onto the sharp hipbones of Enjin. Calloused fingers kneaded into his flesh. With a light squeeze further eliciting a breathy moan from Enjin. Yeah. Yeah.

The stubbled chin rubbed against Enjin’s bare skin, tongue moving from the inner corner of Enjin’s lips across the expanse of it in one brisk movement. Gris drove the kiss deeper, into one that made both of them insane.

It was a lustful game of push and pull, Gris pushing Enjin gently, a string of saliva connecting them for mere seconds before Enjin tugged him back. Tugging him by the hair greedily, teeth clacking as deep exhales quickly transformed into shallow breaths.

They fell back upon the seats. Rough. Gris used the tip of his fingers to pull the car door in. He maneuvered around swiftly, knocking the cup of pebbles down in the process. Then, proceeded to continue shoving Enjin back up against the window towards the other end.

Enjin lifted his arms up, grabbing onto Gris’s biceps as the trail of kisses left on his skin began to bruise. Fuck, “Fuck.”

His head fell against the glass, mouth gasping for air before he leaned in forward again, intaking a sharp breath. Yeah, he really likes this. A breathless laugh left his lips.

Gris’s movements soon idled. “Enjin?” A murmur laced with curiosity was felt against his throat before Enjin shook his head. Gris looked up for a moment, a scarred blue eye blinking at Enjin. Kiss swollen lips taut and flushed cheeks.

“I’m good. I’m good.” He could only rasp, stroking Gris’s arm. “It’s nothing.” He cleared his throat, a small grin stretching across his lips in pleasure. He was so dizzy.

“It’s surely something if you’re smiling like that.” Gris’s hand pressed itself on Enjin’s cheek, thumb resting just beside what Enjin would presume to be his dimple.

“Gris.” Enjin guided Gris’s hand off his face, grinning more..

The grin quickly swept off his face, just as it came. The bawdy behavior shared between the two was truly something.

Enjin arched slightly, quirking his brows. The very same knee he abused insistently rocked itself needily into his crotch. That’s funny.

They both buried themselves into each other not a while after. The rocking was not really subsiding, but Enjin didn't care as much when Gris’s mouth continually sucked softly on his throat, teeth pulling ever so often on his skin with such regard. His low groans betrayed him, setting aflame an expanding, aching desire within Enjin as he grabbed Gris’s biceps harder. For both leverage and to ground himself just a little more. He felt too much like a madman right now.

Enjin let his head rest on Gris’s shoulders, eyes shut, and hands mindlessly tangling in the blonde hair. He pushed Gris down more into his neck, though the lips slipped lower to his collarbones. That was fine. More than fine.

A hand smoothened over his stomach now, and the other traced the inking of his chest. And, he just couldn’t help that terrifying shiver in his spine. A touch that disrupted his very core.

Light kisses were feathered across his collarbone and all he could do was let his mouth desperately fall open.

This was different. So different.

The top of Gris’s head collided with Enjin’s chin as he worked, dipping lower. He crooned into Enjin’s skin, the imprint of his open smile pressing against his chest. Whispers of love tickled his ears, and nerve wracking pants choked Enjin. He bowed his head pathetically.

The hand that was once placed atop Enjin’s stomach lifted out, pulling at the loose collar of his shirt. Gris yanked it feebly down Enjin’s shoulders. Enjin’s own hands pulled away, almost in a hurry. It’s not like they were in a rush, he just liked to work fast. Some strands tugged along and a low grunt resonated from the older man. Oops.

He used his own shaky hands now, playing with Gris’s buttons. Trying to loosen it the best he could, but it was futile with the condition of his hands.

This was raw devastation. It was so merciless the way Gris was making him feel. Too good. So good. Too overwhelming, he needed to take a breather.

And that’s what they did. His hands resorted to Gris’s chest, using a bit of force to push Gris down onto the seats. Gris’s face dropped away as he fell back with a soft thud. Beneath Enjin, his chest rose up and down rapidly, hands now residing on each side of Enjin’s hips.

Enjin was now atop Gris, sitting comfortably on his lower abdomen. He knew he wasn’t hurting Gris. Gris was a physically stronger man (that made Enjin miserable).

They sat there snugly. Limbs were tangled and sweat glazed their skin, glistening dimly. Their breaths evened out into composed ones, pacifying their lungs.

They stared at each other for a while until Enjin eventually tore his sight away. He shook his head, waiting for his mind to catch up. To calm down. Enjin blinked languidly, eyes moving slowly around him in a wasted manner.

Shit, they were really doing this in the car.

Enjin reached up to scratch the back of his neck, awkwardly, attention drawn back down by a pat on his hip. Gris's mouth parted, "Enj-"

Faint shuffling caught their ears, both of them twisting around to see. Mostly Enjin, 'cause Gris was still pinned down, he couldn't see much if he wanted too.

Buttt, he did feel bad. So Enjin wiggled off Gris's body after a few seconds, allowing him to properly sit up.

Enjin smashed his face up against the tinted glass, squinting to see a familiar milky haired figure. Dark faded tips at the ends. Besides him was a long, layered brunette, ends colored a dusty orange. Great.

Amo had her hands clasped in front herself, walking alongside Rudo with a meek smile. Rudo looked at her, now and then. Eyes mostly drifting to the floor as his mouth moved slowly.

They were kinda matching too, in their common outfits. Enjin quietly chuckled to himself.

After scoffing at them for a couple more moments, Enjin instantaneously remembered the gravity of the situation. He pressed his forehead against the glass, muttering, "Shit." Enjin backed away, glowering at the glass. He dragged his hands down his face, turning away to adjust his stretched out shirt in a haste. He reached down for his disregarded jacket on the ground, looking up to see Gris already fixing himself up. He ran a hand through his hair and fitted that hat over his head firmly.

Gris rolled his neck, popping some and looking to Enjin. He flashed a weak, reassuring smile and shoved his gloves in his pockets to begin heading out the other doorway.

Enjin looked back, seeing the two kids much closer than before.

Pulling his arms through his jacket sleeves, Enjin pulled up the high collar, hoping the shadows provided a nice cover to his skin. Gris is usually so considerate, but he was a bit careless in his choice of area to bite Enjin. However, Enjin wasn't too bothered. He chewed on his lip lazily, a snicker bubbling in his throat.

Enjin felt like someone else was pulling his body sluggishly. He gravitated towards the car door, delirious in motion.

He sent the door open too harshly, almost smacking Rudo right in the face. The kid sputtered curses and stumbled back a bit, pulling Amo with him. Well. That made him straighten himself up more.

Amo's smile thinned out into a sour look.

The fact that her face changed in a matter of seconds was scary.

"Rudo!! Amo!" He said, mustering up some enthusiasm. His voice was a bit scratchy. Enjin swayed on his feet, opening his arms out in embrace, though he knew he wouldn't be getting any. "Don't say my name like that." Amo gave him a blank look, head tossing to the side when Enjin directed his gaze to her. She focused her eyes to the front of the car.

Enjin had a tight smile, not really phased by the habitual annoyance from the girl. He kept that smile longer towards Amo's turned figure, mostly for his own amusement. He could tell she felt his smile burning on her. He looked back to Rudo and just in time too. She was shaking so much with fury, she might've just snapped at him. Rudo was currently pointing an accusatory finger, mouth moving widely, "Watch it, turdface! You almost knocked me out there." His frown was deep.

"Sorry, sorry." Enjin waved his hands to calm them down, sighing heavily. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose before speaking again, "Anyways, why are you two out here..?"

"Why are you?" Rudo quizzed back, tilting his head comically. He brought his finger back to himself, placing both gloved hands on his hips.

"Nice try." Enjin drawled, "I stayed back to clean the mess you guys made. Gris was a sweetheart to join in too."

"Gris?" Rudo looked around for a moment before he looked off towards the front of the car. What's so interesting...?

Enjin glanced back, seeing the man leaning against the hood. Oh. Gris gave a casual wave with a smile. His state was more woozy with a lack of alertness, eyes flicking to Enjin for moment.

Enjin spun back around far too quickly because now he too felt unsteady again, "Now answer my question." Enjin gave a lazy smirk, seeing Rudo huff, "I left one of my items here... I think, when we were playing tag." His voice was lower now, "And Amo wanted to join me too." Rudo looked off to the side, eyes unfocusing as he stared off into nothing. His eyes quickly refocused back, cheeks a soft pink. He restlessly moved his body, aware of Enjin's eyes on him. Then, he stood on his toes, straining his body to peer over Enjin into the car, probably hoping he could just stretch himself up, high enough that Enjin couldn't see his tinted face. "I hope it's here-"

"This?" Gris's voice cut, holding out a worn down wooden massage roller. That's probably from when he took Rudo to that hoarder garage some time ago.

Gris looked at it with some confusion, "It was under the steering wheel up front, just found it." He then held it out, laughing a bit when Rudo hastily ran up to him to wrap his hands around the roller. Gris ruffled his hands in Rudo's hair, chuckling more.

Amo rocked herself gently on her heels. Her eyes skimmed on Enjin briefly again, wow, before she gave a very happy Rudo her full attention. A shy smile made its way on her lips.

"I would really love to know how that was used in tag." Enjin rose his brows, watching Rudo walk back to Amo, cradling the roller. Rudo looked back, over his shoulders with an extremely disturbing smile?, "Tagger used it to tag their victims." Enjin cringed. Amo giggled.

"Weren't you there though, how do you not know?" Gris deadpanned, walking up to Enjin's side to smack the back of Enjin's head lightly.

Enjin winced and rubbed his head. Both of them fell into a short back & forth. Amo and Rudo chose this time to ease their way from the adults, wondering back to the HQ. Rude.

Enjin ended their playful banter with a disgustingly loud groan, "Give me a break, Gris."

"Yeah, yeah." Gris mumbled fondly, both of them leaning into each other's space. The heat radiating off their bodies was nice. "Off you two go now. We'll come in a bit!" Enjin cupped his mouth and called off to the two kids, who were already halfway to the building. Rudo showing a thumbs up without looking back.

"It's nice to see those two getting along well." Gris spoke to himself. Enjin hummed.

Unbeknownist to Rudo, he hovered closer to Amo, talking more animatedly now. And Amo, well, she was listening just as intently as before.

Enjin tore his eyes from the two waddling brats, watching Gris push himself off the car. He circled the car smoothly, dragging his hands across the hood. Gris swung the door open again, ducking himself within the car to do.. something.

Resting his head against the metal hunk, Enjin heaved out a heavy breath. He turned away, drawing closer to himself. Damn, was his heart really beating that fast?

He would be basking in the silence, if it weren't for his heart thumping uncomfortably fast and loudly in his ears. And the soft thuds of Gris inside the car.

He was still unbalanced from their vulgar rendezvous earlier, as expected. Gris is too, thats why he's moving so damn much right now. His hands are antsy.

Enjin dug his hands in his pockets, reaching for his cigarette pack.

He's just so relieved they're both on the same page though.

Enjin methodically flicked open the pack, sticking the cigarette between his puffed lips. Lighting it in an instance.

But how they'll move on from here is what pricks Enjin's skin now.

He pulled the cigarette from his lips, blowing softly into the air. Enjin closed his eyes, swallowing a gulp that had a familiar coarseness.

Enjin wonders if they could get into some trouble with forming a romantic fling at the Cleaner's HQ.

Thinking about it right now felt so draining. This can never be their primary focus as a member of the cleaners, especially right now. Sucks, he knows.

Enjin opened his eyes now, finding Gris back in his view.

Such a sincere smile on his lips and a cup of pebbles in one hand. So deceptive.

Enjin held the cigarette tightly between his fingers, failing to stop the upward curl of his mouth.

This was going to be hard.

Notes:

they seriously made out in a car that wasn't even far from the hq.