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Grian's secret task told him that he needed to: 'Fuck someone but they have to orgasm first'.
It didn't specify who, so Grian spent the most of the session scouting people pretending that he might get them alone to complete his mission. It was a good thing it was a secret, or else it might've been embarrassing that he ended up at Scar's anyway.
"What are you up to?" Grian asked, leaning over the awning of Scar's trader outpost.
"Grian!" Scar jumped a mile, hand on his heart. "You scared me!"
"You don't say." Grian said, tasting the words out all amused.
Scar recovered easily, smoothing on his salesman charm and said, "What can I do for you this fine day, Grian?"
"Hm." Grian tapped his lip in pretend thought. "I was wondering what kind of wares you had. Do you think you could show me?"
"Of course! Of course! Come right in." Scar opened the door with a flourish and led him inside.
Grian was immediately distracted by the block choice inside. "Dude, I didn't really think this much orange would work, but the fence posts actually make it kinda cohesive."
"Right!" Scar said excitedly. "Doesn't it just give that old-timey trader vibes?"
"You've nailed the vibes." Grian agreed, running his hand along the trapdoor counter-top. "Is that a secret back room? Can I see?"
"What does the word secret mean to you?" Scar laughed, standing in the way of the door.
"Mmm." Grian let his smile go wicked. "Something to be shared?"
"Oh ho ho, I am not falling for that. I tell you my secret, but then you won't tell me yours. I know how you work, it's been five seasons."
Grian knew how Scar worked too, it's been five seasons. "Come on, I just want one little look. You can pat me down afterwards to make sure I haven't stolen anything."
"We both know that's not how inventory works." Scar said, but he was giving just a little ground.
Grian took the inch and made it a mile, squeezing past him into the back room.
"Scar." Grian said, disappointed. "There's not even a bed back here."
"What would I need a bed for?" Scar replied, behind him. "Keep inventory is on."
Grian gave a big sigh, trying not to be disappointed. Though he would let Scar fuck him on the floor, it wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. "What's the point of a secret back room if you're just using it to store things?"
"Storage?" Scar said, guileless.
Grian laughed, rolling his eyes and sorting through his inventory. Nothing useful there. He helped himself to the chests lined up against the wall.
"Hey, hey, careful! I have very important items in there." Scar got close behind him, peering over Grian's shoulder to watch him root through his possessions.
"Relax, I'm just looking for some wool." Grian said, finding five pieces and borrowing the crafting table. One bed, plopped on the floor. "There, now you're comfy. Look at that."
"Not at all an excuse just to look through my chests?" Scar said, keeping himself between Grian and his items.
"Would I ever do that?" Grian asked, with big eyes.
The smile tweaked the corner of Scar's mouth. He enjoyed their stupid roundabout games as much as Grian did.
Grian fell back onto the bed he'd just made, kicking his legs up and saying, "It's real cozy in here. Maybe I'll set my spawn. Better than the weird thing I'm building."
"Why are you building it, then?" Scar approached the bed. It was almost nighttime, stars prickling through the fence post windows.
"Why not?" Grian grinned up at him. An infallible Grian-logic argument.
One that Scar had known him long enough to not refute. "Fair point. Are you planning on staying here, then? Because I'm not about to leave you alone with my wares."
"Guess you'll have to stay with me, then." Grian let the spark of mischievousness show. "Come on, there's room for two."
"There's really not." But Scar still got on the bed when Grian insistently patted the blankets beside him.
"Oh, wouldn't be the first time we've shared." Grian felt the intersection of every space they touched like a wildfire.
"Hm." Scar hummed, throat clicking. He wasn't quite as eager as Grian had been anticipating. Normally he was innuendos before Grian could even open his own mouth.
"You're okay?" Grian asked, dropping his play for a second. It was his task, sure, but he probably had time to find someone else. Even if he'd be disappointed.
"Oh!" Scar turned his megawatt smile to Grian. "Of course I am! I just wasn't expecting you to... want to be here."
Ouch, that fractured something painful. Grian pushed himself up on his elbow to look at Scar and said, "Don't be stupid."
"But I'm so good at it." The smile did not dim.
Grian reached out, hesitating for a moment, then fixed the collar of Scar's shirt. He answered, pretending to be light when it was actually painful honesty after a session talking to everyone that he hadn't made a bed for, "I'd rather be here than somewhere else."
All the softness blossomed in Scar's eyes. When Grian pulled his hand away, Scar caught it, and kissed his knuckles while looking at him through his eyelashes.
"Don't say something sappy." Grian threatened, not escaping the grip, curling his fingers around Scar's.
Scar opened his mouth, then closed it, a flush of pink on his cheeks. Obviously thwarted.
"Scar!" Grian complained, and pushed him onto his back. Then industriously climbed over top, straddling his waist.
Scar stared at him with big, surprised eyes, hand still clutching Grian's, the other settling on his hip. He said, "Oh, hello there."
An exasperated sigh. "Nevermind, I take it back, say something sappy."
"You look so--"
Grian changed his mind a third time and shut Scar up by leaning over to kiss him, swallowing whatever stupid words he was about to say. Pinning him down into the wool mattress, ignoring how the tight squeeze of Scar's hand in his made his heart wring like a towel.
When they broke apart, it was to a string of saliva and the sight of Scar's dusted pink face with dazed and wide pupils. A little pop of triumph in Grian's chest, that he had such an effect on him. He'd almost forgotten while licking intently into Scar's mouth and grinding their hips together the goal of his mission, but obviously it wasn't going to be too hard.
"You're wearing far too much clothing." Grian informed him, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt.
"I am so sorry for the inconvenience. Shall I just walk around shirtless again?" Scar offered, pushing up enough to get the shirt pulled off and away.
"Certainly made it so you got what you wanted." Grian scoffed, trying not to let his own cheeks flush.
"Mm." Scar skirted his fingers on the edges of Grian's sweater, eyes flashing up playful even as he was the one trapped under Grian's pinned legs. "And what do you want, Grian?"
The battle against his physiology was immediately lost, his face flaming red, and Grian said with a little bite, "If it's not obvious right now, I can't help you."
Scar gave an indulgent chuckle and traced Grian's jawline with tender fingertips, feather-light and drawing him back down for another drinking kiss. As they kicked off pants and shoes, not letting their mouths separate from the intent bite and suck of tongues and lips and teeth.
An old conversation they'd been having for years. A well known back and forth. Scar mouthing hot on Grian's sensitive neck. Grian pushing thumbs into Scar's receptive nipples.
They rubbed together, only separated by underwear, but Grian had to fuck him for the task, despite the fact that they were often more than happy to get off without putting that much work into it.
"Are we--?" Scar said, dazed, when Grian began to finger himself with the slick from his inventory.
"Would you?" Grian asked, body twitching and breaking a moan when he stretched himself open. He needed to prepare, with Scar.
Scar babbled something incoherent like, "Of course," face managing to get redder. Scar reached down to help him with his task.
It struck a bit of lightning up his spine to have Scar's bigger fingers join the fray, especially when he intently kissed him the whole time. Pushing his tongue just like his fingers, the doubled sensation arching Grian's back and pushing his feet into the mattress. A high pitched whine left his throat as his eyes fluttered back.
"Look at you." Scar praised, fingers pushing something overwhelming. It was almost his undoing.
Shit. Right. Grian's whole body was slick with sweat in the moonlit darkness and he could feel Scar's straining but ignored hard on. Scar needed to come first. And in this moment, if he put that dick inside Grian, that was not a battle Grian could win.
"Nah, look at you." Grian strained, pulling their fingers out and leaving an empty, disappointed feeling. He pushed back enough to get off the lovely dick he'd been straddling, and grabbed it with both hands.
"Grian--" Scar began, then cut himself off to throw his head back when Grian sucked it into his mouth. It was as big as ever, pulling on his jaw muscles.
"Just getting it nice and wet." Grian said, innocently, when he popped off for a second to stroke the length with firm and quick hands.
Scar shuddered a breath, staring desperately at his partner through the half-cut moon rays between fence posts. His fingers fisted in the blankets when Grian leaned over and swallowed it again, sucking hard and wet. Stroking up and down the impressive length, enjoying the throb of heat in his mouth and the twitch of Scar's muscles underneath him.
"Grian." Scar repeated, wavering.
Grian was having too much fun tasting him, coaxing the little sounds from the back of his throat, watching the tricks fall out of the con man leaving just a flushed and sweaty and very attractive Scar in the bed he'd made.
Just at the point where Scar's breathing was getting laboured, Grian figured he was set to win the war, and he left the spit soaked cock to climb back up and kiss him thoroughly.
After a moment of drawing frantic, heated kisses, Scar tapped Grian with his thighs to move. He rolled the two of them over on the small bed surface so Grian was flat on his back. Then with shaking hands he lined up his dick and pressed inside Grian, a punched-out sound from his throat the moment he sunk in.
"Yes." Grian breathed, body arching into the sensation of being full, a drunk-pleased smile coming over his face at the twitchy little desperate thrusts Scar was already starting before Grian even had a moment to adjust. "Come on, you can fuck me, go for it."
It was a good thing he'd prepared, because Scar's shuddered a breath on his slick mouth before kissing him fast and hard, with the same amount of intent as his hips chased his release. Grian held on, tangling his fingers in Scar's hair and feeling the sharp-prickle of his own orgasm build dangerously.
Damn it. Scar's dick was just so good and it hit all the spots inside him that made stars burst in his eyes. Especially to see him so undone and hot and sweaty, fingers digging into Grian and fucking him down hard, over and over. He needed to tip him over the edge first.
"Hey, handsome." Grian encouraged, breaking off their messy kiss to suck Scar's earlobe, whispering. "Come for me. Please."
A wild stutter of Scar's hips. Then he pushed deep inside, head falling to Grian's shoulder and a wrecked sound broke from his throat. He came hard, shivering with the shock of it.
The triumph sung for a moment, before the intense pressure of his own orgasm blinded him, especially when a fumbling Scar reached between them to help again. Full of Scar, surrounded by him and feeling the nerve endings up light up, Grian cut off his own sound by kissing Scar again, just because he liked to drown in his taste when his mind went blissfully blank.
Heavy breathing and trembling muscles remained. Scar pulled away to clean them up just a little before settling beside him again on the small mattress.
"Okay?" Grian said, enjoying the still-blotchy flush to Scar's cheeks.
"Oh, I just failed my challenge." Scar said, starry eyed, reaching out to brush a sweaty piece of hair behind Grian's ear.
A loud and high laugh burst from Grian's lips. "What was your challenge?" He asked, absolutely incredulous.
Scar fumbled his little piece of paper with still trembling fingers and showed him the very clear command:
'Don't fuck Grian.'
"You had literally one job, Scar!" Grian couldn't stop laughing, hitting his sweaty pec. "Why on Earth did you have sex with me if you weren't supposed to?"
"Because you offered." Scar said, with huge, love-stupid eyes.
That ridiculous laughter keep bubbling up, over and over, and Grian leaned forward to frame Scar's mouth with his fingers and whispered with a shine of his competitiveness, "Well, I win and you lose."
"Who needs ten hearts when I have yours, anyway?" Scar said, not moving back in the slightest, lips catching Grian's as he spoke.
"I'm not gifting you my heart." Grian replied, dipping to close the millimetre of distance between them.
"I'll trade you a golden apple for it." Scar broke away again to offer, breathless.
Another laugh. "Enough, Scar!"
"That's not what you were saying earlier." Scar said, all liquid charm, moving to mouth at the line of his jaw and leisurely lick his pulse point.
Grian still had to go turn in his secret and claim his reward. He had to get Scar to hit the fail button. Maybe he'd convince Scar to give him a golden apple then pretend to claim he'd given away his heart for the session already.
Except that Scar nibbled on the spot that made Grian's knees weak and all of that flew from his head. And Grian failed his task too, because he never made it in time to hand it in.