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Scar lay in his bed bored out of his mind.
In some ways, these parts of the games were the hardest. Everyone was green, no real conflicts had arisen, no tensions, no enemies at all. It was all about building and gathering supplies- laying down the foundations for later wars. It was important, but also immensely boring.
He was glad to have teamed up with Cleo and Bdubs at least. Both were an endless source of entertainment, and he loved the narrative they were building. It was nice to not be alone.
He sighed, feeling the crisp night air coming through the window. It almost took him back to lonely nights on a mountain, in a different world, wearing another skin. But here he could smell the lingering scent of the steak they cooked for dinner and hear Bdubs’ gentle snores from the next room.
There was a sudden but gentle thunk on the roof that immediately had Scar bolting upright, sitting as still as possible and holding his breath, listening for any additional sounds.
The light drag of something soft on stone then silence.
Scar stood to peak out the window, thinking maybe a bird had decided to make a roost there for the evening.
Suddenly, a figure swung their body down onto the window sill.
Scar must have jumped three feet in the air and opened his mouth to scream when suddenly a hand was over his mouth and someone was shushing him.
“Scar!” A familiar voice urgently whispered, quiet but loud in its own way. “Scar it's just me.”
A bird. Ha.
As his eyes adjusted he could make out Grian's features in the moonlight. He wore an excited grin, eyes luminous with mischief.
Scar… really liked Grian's look this season. He wore dark shades propped on his head, a soft and worn looking red shirt, and tight black denim jeans, but the real showstopper was the studded leather biker jacket, which hung loose on Grian's small frame. It contrasted starkly with Grian’ soft blond hair and large dark eyes- giving an edge to what was mostly soft, but complimenting the devilish grin he liked to wear. It made his clipped and colorful wings look deadly.
Scar calmed down immediately, grinning behind the hand pressed against his mouth. Once Grian felt it he lowered his hand, but didn't step back.
“Well well, breaking and entering this early in the game, G? There must be rules about that.”
Grian immediately played into the game, “Haven't you heard Scar? I'm a bad boy now.”
Scar was already breaking character with a startled laugh. Grian was still cringing through the name, despite his commitment to the bit. He'd have to ask Joel and Jimmy how they charmed Grian into this.
“Not that I mind the late night visit, G. But what are you doing here? I don't think Cleo and Bdubs will see this as just a friendly visit.”
Grian somehow grinned harder, “Well what they don't know won't hurt them, will it? This could just be our little secret.”
Scar, despite his best effort, flushed a little. Bad Boy Grian, as it turns out, was a bit of a flirt.
Which would have been fine, IS totally fine. Scar can handle a bit of flirting, he's the master of it, really. The only thing is that he's had eyes for Grian for years and their relationship has had an underlying tension for even longer.
There were a thousand moments where something could have happened between them. They'd spent seasons with their bases next to each other and hadn't so much as held hands, and even their friends were shocked when they returned from months in the desert without even a peck on the cheek.
It's not that Scar didn't want something to happen between them. He thought about it at least twice a day. But beyond the flirting Grian didn't seem to have much interest in that sort of thing.
He'd come over to watch movies and stay on the other side of the couch, they'd wander through cramped caves looking for diamonds and Grian would be careful not to press his body against his. They'd even shared a bed for a while in the first game- and would say bashful goodnight before facing opposing walls until morning.
So Grian, dressed in leather and wearing his sharpest grin, was forbidden fruit in the strictest sense. “I'm a bit bored out of my mind at the moment, I thought we could do something fun.”
Scar smiled and quirked an eyebrow, “Seemed like you were having plenty of fun with your sad-boys earlier.”
Grian rolled his eyes but his smile didn't dim, “They're great, don't get me wrong. But earlier when I told Jimmy I was bored he suggested a game of dig-straight-down. As ‘bad’ as drowning in lava sounds, I'd rather hold onto my green status a little longer this season. So come on- entertain me.”
Scar huffed fondly, “Fine, fine. What did you have in mind then?”
Grian lit up, producing a small rolled joint from his pocket. Scar huffed again, less fondly. “That better not be sculk.”
Grian's nose wrinkled. “God no, I'm bad not insane. It's chorus fruit, I swiped it off Joel. Don't ask me how he got it- I don't know.”
That was definitely a relief. Chorus fruit was harmless for adults really. When smoked, it left you buzzed and warm, then later maybe a bit hungry, but completely operational. Even Xisuma was known to indulge on occasion. “What do you say?”
“I say mom would have your head if she knew our neighbours were offering me drugs.”
Grian let out a surprised laugh. “I'm serious- this is your weirdest season yet.”
Scar just grinned, and thought about how they were going to do this. It felt a little forward to invite Grian to sit on his bed, but downstairs wasn't an option and the roof was precarious. Scar decided to go sit on the windowsill, leaving room for Grian beside him. It would be a tight fit, but they'd been closer.
Grian happily followed and sat beside him, pulling out a lighter and sticking the joint between his lips. It complimented his look, and when he flicked the lighter on it lit his face in an orange glow. Scar's tongue suddenly felt dry.
Grian fumbled with the lighter a few times before getting it to stick. He didn't do this often it seemed, if at all, but Grian always committed to a bit to maddening extremes and Scar was happy to support him. Scar had done his time with chorus fruit, back when he lived as a wizard, wore his boxers as clothes, and sold magic crystals out of a snail. Which, now that Scar thought about it, may have been a little on the nose.
In the glow of the lighter Scar could see that the joint wasn't just small, it was almost miniscule. It looked like Grian swiped it mostly smoked out of an ashtray.
“Not much there to share, G. I don't mind sitting out.”
Grian smirked with more than a bit of mischief. “It will be enough, Joel showed me a trick.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, hold still.” Grian brought the lighter up to the joint, lighting the end and drawing the smoke into his mouth, before quickly inhaling. Scar was staring at his mouth, he knew, but hoped Grian was too caught up in his task to notice. His lips looked soft, something ached in Scar’s chest.
Grian suddenly leaned forward and Scar felt every inch of his body freeze. Their noses brushed and their half lidded eyes met. “Open your mouth, Scar.”
Smoke escaped his mouth as he talked, Scar couldn't decide if it made him look holy or cursed. He caught on eventually though, and parted his lips. Grian pressed closer until his lips just barely hovered over his and he exhaled. Scar gasped and hoped it was quiet enough that it just sounded like an inhale.
Immediately he tasted the Chorus fruit, smokey for sure, but also sweet and a bit tangy. It was difficult to focus on the flavour though, with all his other senses under assault.
He could smell Grian's shampoo, see his eyelashes fanned against his cheek, his hands which had been firmly on his knees, jumped up slightly with the sudden urge to pull Grian closer.
It was instantly over. Grian pulled away, leaving room again for the chill wind from the window. “Okay?”
Scar blinked, feeling a bit fuzzy. “Yeah, yeah definitely. Joel taught you that?”
Grian laughed a bit, the sound was like bells. “Yeah, some bad boy bonding I guess. You wanna try?”
Scar felt his heart jump in excitement, suddenly realizing that he would be able to do that again. “Yeah, definitely. Pass it here.” He held out two fingers and Grian carefully placed the joint between them.
Scar copied what Grian had done, drawing long from the joint. When it came time to exhale though Grian hadn't moved closer. Scar wasn't sure if he could talk like this, the way Grian had, so instead he lightly grabbed the lapel of the other man's jacket and gently tugged him closer. Grian leaned in and opened his mouth as Scar pressed in and exhaled the smoke.
They took turns like that a few more times, each time more devastating than the last. Everytime they almost collided Scar felt a bit warmer, a bit softer, drunk on both the drug and the close proximity with his best friend.
Grian shivered and Scar pulled back.
“Cold?” Scar's voice came out a bit low. Grian's eyes looked wide and luminous in the evening light.
“A bit, yeah. Can we move to the bed?”
Scar hoped he didn't sound too eager when he agreed. But Grian stood up and waited for Scar to follow. Grian sat on the bed leaning back on his arms with his legs dangling off the side, and Scar worried he must look like an absolute moron as he stood there a bit too long staring. Grian just grinned, pupils wide and eyes a bit lidded, until Scar finally plopped down on the bed beside him.
“I'm glad you agreed to do this with me,” Grian suddenly said. “I missed you. I wanted to do this together.”
Scar swallowed again, fighting every urge to touch him. “I'm glad you offered. And it's not so bad this game, we're close by- just one bread bridge away.”
Grian giggled, taking the nearly finished joint from Scar's hand and inhaling. He raised up further on his arms to meet him, craning his neck slightly, and the sight shot a bolt of heat right down to Scar's cock. He tilted his head down, nose accidentally brushing a bit against Grian's soft cheek. Grian exhaled a bit shakily, Scar breathed in his air. “I miss you all the time in these games. Even back home, I miss you, when you're not around.”
Scar laughed a bit, because it was funny. They spent so much time together. He saw Grian more than he saw anyone else on the server. They were neighbours, close friends, alway in each other's business- either to help or be a nuisance, it didn't matter.
Scar gently took the joint from Grian's hand, brushing over the skin there, simply because it felt good. He inhaled, and leaned forward, but they must have lost some coordination to the chorus fruit because as they came close their bottom lips brushed lightly together. Both of them gasped- smoke floating up between them, Scar burned.
“Maybe I'll steal you away from Jimmy and Joel.” he muttered, eyes still closed, faces so close to each other. He felt the air of Grian's light laugh against his cheek.
“You can have me whenever you want, Scar.”
The ache that had been steadily building in his chest suddenly bloomed into something massive. His hand quickly came to run up the side of Grian’s neck and into his soft hair. Grian sighed, and was immediately lax and compliant, tilting his head into Scar's hand and looking up at him with smoldering, half lidded eyes. His jacket had fallen off one shoulder and his red shirt was a bit askew, Showing off a sharp collar bone that Scar wanted to bite.
Grian was so fucking beautiful.
Everything had a dream-like quality to it. The smoke had left a haze in the room and he felt a little floaty. His mind was still mostly intact though, and he needed to check that Grian's was as well before he did something impulsive. “If you say things like that, G, I’m going to believe them.”
Grian smiled, and this time there was no hint of the devil in it. It was soft, and maybe a bit shy. “You should.” His hand reached out, resting over Scar’s heart. “Since that first game- maybe even before that, it's just been you, Scar. Ive been wanting to say something for a while, but well, y'know I'm a bit of a chicken.”
Before Scar had really even processed the words he was leaning over Grian and pressing his lips into his. Their mouths brushed together lightly, an echo of what they'd been doing before while sharing air but intense enough to make both of them shiver. Scar gripped Grian's hair a bit tighter, and Grian retaliated by sliding his hand down down the open part of Scar's shirt. He gasped at the sensation, and Grian took the opportunity to push forward and lick into his mouth.
It was like stoking a fire, and Scar was suddenly flaring embers.
Grian maneuvered his body, using a gentle flap of his wings to push Scar onto his back. One hand was still holding the joint, it had gone out though, so he tossed it over Grian's shoulder freeing his hand to stroke at Grian's hip and pull them even closer together.
Grian gently pressed Scar's bottom lip between his teeth and in retaliation Scar grabbed Grian's belt loop to roughly pull him on top- one leg swinging over to straddle him. His hands slid to the blond man's waist, holding him there, just to see how much he could encompass with his grip. The sight made him pant, “I've thought about this.. so much.”
Grian’s wicked grin came back as he ground down into Scar. Both of them instantly feeling how much the other wanted this. Grian gasped, and Scar let out a low groan.
“I can give you more to think about?” It shouldn't have been a question but it was, accompanied by the slow slide of Grian's hands down to the button of Scar’s jeans.
“Fuck, please, G.” Grian smiled, leaning forward to take Scar's mouth in a filthy imitation of a kiss while making short work of the buttons of his shirt and pants. He rose up, sliding to the floor between where Scar's feet were still planted there. Scar followed him like a magnet, instantly raising up on his elbows to see what Grian would do.
“The end of the world party we had- back when the moon was too big, I thought about doing this.” He pulled down Scar's jeans, instantly freeing his cock to the cool air. Scar shivered as Grian gripped him, and a bead of precum dripped from the tip onto his stomach. “The world was ending, and all I could think about was sucking your cock.”
Scar almost came at the first touch of Grian's scalding hot tongue. He had to breath deep to regain some footing, but it came out sounding wrecked.
Grian took his time, taking only the head into his mouth and sucking lightly, before abandoning it entirely to lick him from the base up. Scar gasped, a hand coming up to Grian's hair to grip, but he held back and gently ran his fingers through the hair instead. “That's so good, G. Fuck.” Grian smirked as if he just won a bet, then dipped down to swallow Scar whole.
Scars eyes slammed shut and he immediately bucked up, he had to bite his lip to keep from cumming, and wished he hadn't smoked so much. Prying his eyes open he looked down to meet Grian’s stare.
Scar had always been secretly proud of the size of his dick, but it looked obscene in the avian’s mouth. Tears picked his eyes, though they still carried that hint of mischief. His head was framed by the red feathers of his wings behind him, and the steel studded shoulders of his leather jacket. Scar was going to cum just from the sight.
Before that could happen, Scar was sitting up, causing Grian to back off. He reached down, grabbing Grian by that infuriating jacket to pull him up and gently throw him back on the bed. Grian gasped, laughing with a bit of bewilderment, before immediately moving to sit up again. Scar was there instantly- between his spread legs, pushing him down into the mattress. “Off.” he tugged at the jacket, and Grian instantly followed the command- tossing the jacket somewhere into the dark before his shirt followed it. Scar removed the remains if his own clothes and quickly rid Grian of his boots and tight jeans until they were both bare. He leaned down, finally sinking his teeth into the jut of Grian’s collarbone. “How do you want this?”
Grian gasped, half out of his mind, he whined, “Fuck me, please Scar.” Scar grinned, glad to have wrestled back the upper hand.
“Happy to oblige,” He licked up Grian’s chest before sticking two of his own fingers in his mouth. Grian watched, panting, reaching with both hands to touch Scar anywhere he could reach, his fingernails dragging over Scar's forearm, then chest and stomach.
Scar leaned over him again and Grian eagerly rose up to meet his mouth with his own. As Scar pressed the first finger into him the smaller man let out a sharp whine. Scar shushed him gently, pressing further in, “Mom’s sleeping downstairs. You have to be quiet.” Grian slapped his shoulder with another, quieter whine, and Scar chuckled.
He continued to work fingers into him, floored by how angelic Grian looked in just his wings and moonlight. His mind had cleared substantially but there was still a dreamlike quality to the moment that made the blonde seem unreal. “I can't believe you're going to let me fuck you.” he whispered.
For such an obscene comment, it came out soft, gentle, with more than a touch of wonder. Grian caught the tone, smiling almost shyly and bringing a hand up to the side of Scar's face to stroke his temple. Scar couldn't help leaning forward to kiss him again, lightening the serious moment by nipping his lip. Grian gasped. “Any day now, Scar.” He chuckled.
Pressing his cock into Grian almost undid him. He was tight, especially without adequate lube, and every part of him seemed to grip him in a vice. The sound of Grian gasping his name like that would haunt his dreams until his last death.
When he was finally seated inside, he was determined to wait until the other man had adjusted, but Grian was instantly squirming, pressing his lips against Scar's throat and moaning “Please, Scar.”
And well, who could refuse an offer like that?
He started slow, but the heat had been building between them for so long (minutes, hours, years) that it wasn't long before they were gripping each other and moving at a faster pace. Every inch of Scar’s skin felt like a live wire, the heat almost unbearable. It was everything he imagined it would be, fucking Grian. The blonde would be demanding one moment, all teeth and urgent hands, then sweet and soft the next, kissing Scar's chin and gently running fingers over his shoulders.
Scar noticed when Grian was close, his whines taking on a higher pitch, his mouth becoming more insistent. His hand reached down to touch his own cock but Scar's beat him to it, “Let me give this to you.” Grian let out a deep moan, immediately thrusting into his hand, so slick with precum there was hardly any friction at all.
Scar would never admit that he came first. Grian looked up at him with wet eyes and pink cheeks and a gasp of his name and he was a goner- thrusting in as deep as he could and grinding there as the world went white. He could feel Grian spill into his hand, a second after inhaling a large lung full of air, shortly after melting into the bed.
Scar stayed there, suspended in the moment, wondering at Grian who looked completely blissed out. He wanted to fall into bed with him, pull up the covers, keep him there all soft and warm and sated until the sun rose.
Scar wasn't sure what happened next though, so he sat there, gently running his hands down Grian's sides.
Eventually Grian cracked an eye open. “Can you come here?”
Scar felt a bit of relief. “I should clean us up first.”
“After?”
“After.” Scar promised, pulling away from Grian to grab some water and a cloth.
Once they were cleaned up Grian eagerly pulled him into bed with him. Pulling the blanket up to cover them both. “This okay?”
Scar was a bit awestruck when he nodded. Grian tugged Scar closer until he was wrapping his arms around him- Grian’s face pressed into his chest. “Think Cleo would have my head for this?”
“Oh most definitely. What about Joel and Jimmy? This doesn't seem very bad of you.” he emphasized their postion by squeezing Grian closer, and there was a hint of a question in Scar’s voice.
“Ah, I was thinking of leaving anyways. ‘Bad boys’ is a stupid name.”
Scar grinned, though Grian couldn't see it. He ran fingers down Grian’s back, between his wings, causing the avian to shiver. “You could come join us. I'm sure I could talk Mom and Bdubs into it.”
Grian laughed against his chest, “And be your… brother? Stepfather? I don't think so.”
“What about down-on-his-luck, bad boy boyfriend that makes the family uncomfortable at dinner?” Grian froze and Scar realized what he had implied, but before he could panic he felt Grian’s grin.
“I'll take the boyfriend part, but I think I'd rather not have family dinner with Bdubs every night, thanks. Jimmy and Joel won't let me go anyways- they think it's ‘bad’ that I hate the name ‘bad boys’.”
Scar felt fuzzy, and it had nothing to do with the chorus fruit. He laughed, holding Grian a bit closer, burying his face in that soft blone hair. “Guess I will have to steal you then.”