i talk too much
Scar/Grian, Grian & Impulse & Scar & Skizz - Kissing, Phasmophobia, Fluff - 1,858 words This hunt seems to be lasting forever, and Scar just won't shut up. read on ao3! or read under the cut:
"Hunt! It's- It's hunting!" Skizz's voice crackled through the radio at Scar's hip. In a distant room of the house, he heard a door slam shut, hopefully with his friends safe inside.
Scar didn't have time to worry about that, though, because he could hear the ghost getting closer. His heart pounded as he fumbled with the closet door handle and practically fell inside. Scar slammed the door shut, and he was safe.
"That was close," he whispered to himself, sliding down the wall until he was laying down with his head resting against it. He turned off his flashlight and prepared for the long wait.
Scar's moment of peace was short lived, however, because his door was flung open and then slammed shut by a panicked-looking Grian a few seconds later.
"Grian! What-"
"Shhhh!" he hissed, slapping his hand over Scar's mouth. After giving Scar a good glare, Grian leaned away, quickly checking through the keyhole if the ghost was still there.
He was sitting practically on top of him, one hand resting on the wall to support his weight, the other currently saving both their skins by making Scar be quiet. Grian's eyes darted around, as if he could see the ghost circling them; edges of his face outlined in the purple light of the UV stick he was clutching.
"Mfmmfphmfmfhphm."
"Yeah, yeah. I- Eaugh!" Scar giggled as Grian jerked his hand away from Scar's mouth and shook it out.
"Did you just lick my hand?" Scar kept on laughing.
"You absolute-" The breath left his lungs as the ghost's frosty voice shook the closet again.
This time, as Grian's frame curled in protectively, Scar didn't dare open his mouth- if he did, the most likely scenario would be that the ghost would find him and Grian, and both of them would die.
Instead, Scar let his eyes adjust to the darkness in their meager hiding spot. The dim light was just bright enough to see Grian's chest rise and fall, diffuse through his hair, and trace the edges of his expression. He was suddenly struck by how close they were together, how he could feel Grian's breath fan against his forehead, his left arm nearly touching Scar's ear, his legs straddling his lap. He could hear the ghost moving farther away from the closet, tension loosening with every fading footstep. Scar took in Grian's distracted face- the thin hairs dancing over his forehead, the unnatural purple glow, his eyes darting around, ever piercing and focused.
It was then that Scar became acutely aware of Grian staring at him.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" he said with a grin.
"Oh! Uh- I- Nothing! Nothing, just, uhh, the... dark closet we are in, and- and- nothing else, mhm, yep."
"Nothin' else, hm?" Scar's brain went blank as Grian glanced at his lips with a tilt of his head.
"N- Nope, nope, nothing, just- just- um-"
Grian cut him off with a gentle laugh.
"Aww," he teased, smiling down at him in the purple glow. "You're cute when you get all flustered like that."
"I-" Scar turned two shades redder. His brain tried to compute the words that had just come out of Grian's mouth, failed, and promptly bluescreened.
"I- uh- I mean, do you- you think I'm- I- I mean, wow, this hunt's taking a long time, do- um-" Right on cue, the ghost came back up to their door, and Scar kept stuttering on, oblivious. "It's really- I, well- is-"
"Oh, Scar." Grian rolled his eyes, grabbed Scar by the shirt, and shut him up.
Oh.
Grian was kissing him.
Grian was kissing him.
A quick recap if you weren't paying attention: Scar was sitting in a cramped closet, on a ghost hunting job, hiding from a vengeful spirit trying to murder him, and Grian was sitting on his lap and kissing him.
Scar's heart fluttered against his chest as Grian's kiss pinned his head to the wall. His eyes flew open wide in an intoxicating mixture of shock, adrenaline, and straight oxytocin. Grian deepened the kiss even more, brow furrowing over shut eyes in concentration as he kissed Scar's absolute teeth in.
The closet door shook. Grian kissed him harder.
He didnt notice the ghost's rattling breath subside until Grian pulled away with a soft exhale. He stayed there for a moment, hands burning supernovas into Scar's skin from where they rested on his collarbone.
"Wow," he choked out, breath coming in quiet gasps. Grian snorted and tilted Scar's chin up with one hand.
"Don't make me shut you up again." Scar turned even more red.
"I- I mean, you- you know, you- you might have to-" he said, a bit too loud.
Instantly, the ghost's rattling breath was in his ears again, and Grian gasped.
"Scar!"
"You know, I'm just saying y-" He was cut off as Grian quickly kissed him again.
In the dark, his lips landed just off center, but Scar quickly course corrected. He held Grian's face with both hands, palms cupping his jaw, fingers tangled in his hair.
Scar was pretty sure the ghost was long gone at this point. Scratch that, he was definitely sure the ghost was long gone at this point. If he was being honest, all thought of ghosts and hunts and EMF readers had vanished the instant Grian's lips met his.
Everything faded into the background as Scar's brain zeroed in on Grian. Grian, Grian, Grian. Grian whose face he was holding, Grian who left euphoria everywhere his hands touched his collarbone, Grian with his tongue in Scar's mouth, Grian tugging him closer, Grian straddling his lap, Grian with the dark eyes, Grian with the musical laugh, the magical smile, Grian the love of his life; Grian who was kissing him breathless in a closet right at this very moment. He was positive he could get drunk from the taste of Grian, the way his tongue slotted into his mouth, the rhythm of each of their lips against the other's, the little gasps he let escape.
When Grian finally pulled back for air, Scar chased after him. He connected their mouths once more- though not before earning a tiny laugh from Grian. This kiss is gentler, lighter- He smiled into it. Grian grabbed his face to angle it better, setting Scar alight where warm fingers touched his jaw, his neck, his ear.
He felt Grian press a lingering kiss to each corner of his mouth, leaving stars glowing beneath his skin. Scar leaned in for a final chaste kiss, his lips missing Grian's the moment he pulled away.
In the dim, fuzzy light, he could make out (ha) the shape of his thumbs tracing shapes on the pink-dusted skin just under Grian's eye. The pair stayed that way for a moment, processing; holding their breaths.
"Is- Is the ghost still there?" he breathed after a while.
"I don't know, Scar, but it will be if you don't keep quiet." The deadpan expression on Grian's flushed face made Scar chuckle.
"Ohh, well, I mean, I don't know, it probably... is... so.... um..." Scar's voice died out as Grian trailed his hands over his jaw, swagger instantly replaced with a deep red blush. His face pulled closer to Scar's, breath hot against his cheeks.
"Do you just want me to kiss you again?" he murmured. A smile tugged at the edge of his mouth.
Scar swallowed and put on the best salesman voice he could manage while being pinned down in a closet.
"I don't know... do you want the ghost to find us?" Grian laughed, fully out loud this time, thumb tracing a circle under Scar's cheekbone.
"Scar, are we really doing this?" he deadpanned.
"I- I can be pretty loud, so... y'know... I..." Grian's lips brushed against Scar's. "I can't help it when you kiss me like that."
"Like what?" Grian asked innocently.
Instead of answering, Scar just closed the short distance between them. Grian's kiss was just as addicting as before, and Scar melted into it, memorizing his taste in his mouth. He pulled Grian in even closer, fingers catching against his hair and pulling quiet whines from his mouth. Grian broke the kiss, just for a second, only to swoop right back in and kiss him again, slow and deep. Scar pulled him closer.
Grian linked his hands behind Scar's neck, the slide of calluses on his skin like phosphorus against a match. When Scar broke away for air, Grian found his jawline instead, trailing slow kisses down his arteries and across his collarbone. The heady scrape of teeth on skin made Scar's head spin even faster, faster, faster; world blurring until it was just Grian and him against a backdrop of velvet.
"Grian?" he whispered. Grian hummed into his neck between kisses.
"What are we doing?"
Grian went still. He thought for a moment, before leaning back in. He pressed a tender kiss to the spot just under Scar's ear, behind his jaw, mouth quirking upwards as Scar squirmed under the touch. He shifted back, just a little, so Scar could see him shrug as he replied.
"...Hiding?"
"From the ghost??"
"Yeah?"
Scar gave him a look. "I think the ghost is gone now, G."
"Fine, fine, you caught me." Grian lifted his hands in defeat. His voice became muffled as he folded his arms across Scar's chest and rested his chin there. "You can't blame me for wanting another kiss or two."
Scar hummed in response, lapsing into a comfortable silence. He ran his fingers through Grian's hair, absentmindedly wondering where the ghost was.
"Hunt's over, guys!" Impulse's voice through the radio made them jump. Speak of the devil.
"Well!" Grian stood. Scar stood with him before he could miss his warmth pressed against his chest. "I guess that's our cue to leave."
"Yeah."
Neither of them moved.
Grian draped his hands on Scar's shoulders. "You know... " he started, pulling Scar in closer. "I could be convinced to-"
Scar was kissing him before he could finish his sentence.
The closet door creaked.
"Oh!" Grian turned beet red and froze in the sudden light.
Scar pulled away with a start. "Hi Impulse!"
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After finally being dragged out of their closet, doing some ghost hunting work or whatever, and ignoring a lot of knowing looks and snickers from Impulse and Skizz, they had finally decided what kind of ghost they were dealing with.
Safe inside the van, the other half of their crew busied themselves with the computer while Grian and Scar stood in a corner.
"I missed being taller than you," Scar sighed.
Grian laughed up at him. "And I missed hearing your voice."
"I thought you were trying to shut me up," Scar teased.
Grian wrapped one arm around his waist.
"You know I love listening to you talk." He held Scar's face with his one free hand. "Just... maybe not when talking could literally get us killed."
Scar just laughed. Grian tilted his chin down and smiled back at him.
"Just don't scare me like that again," he said, drawing closer and closer.
"No promises."
And Scar met his lips once more.