Grian Oneshots

34 ~ Temple of Love [S]

Grian and Mumbo had wandered into the temple looking for treasure. Grian was getting impatient by the time they reached the large circular room.

The room had a long size bed with white sheets and red curtains. The floor was quartz and extremely clean. There was a pedestal across the room from the bed with a book, and large chests across the room from the door.

Grian walked over to the chests, while Mumbo walked over to the pedestal. Grian tried opening the chests, but they wouldn't open. There was no visible locks, so he just got angrier.

"Come on, this place was a waste of time." Grian said turning around and walking over to Mumbo.

"The bit I've been able to translate actually says those chests are full of gold and precious items. It just says we have to pass a challenge of sorts." Mumbo explained, handing the book to Grian. "No clue what the challenge is."

Grian was frustrated, so he read the enderian language himself. Mumbo was right about the challenge, and right about not being able to translate. It changed from Enderian to Netherian when talking about the challenge.

Netherian was a language neither knew.

Grian placed the book back on the pedestal, and Mumbo grazed his fingers over the books cover. The doors slammed shut, causing both to jump. A light pink mist filled the room from the pedestal.

Mumbo covered his mouth instinctively, while Grian reached for his weapon. Grian started coughing when it hit his lungs, and Mumbo became worried for his friend. Mumbo uncovered his mouth and tried to help his best friend. He began coughing as well. Grian dropped his sword on the ground as he held his throat.

Eventually the lanterns in the room turned red from the pink mist, and most of the mist rose to the top of the room.

Grian held his head as a slight headache began, and Mumbo was holding Grian close to him. The book flipped open, and Grian looked over.

The Netherian had changed to Enderian.

"To leave the room, those effected by the mist must follow their instincts." Grian read aloud.

Grian turned his head back to Mumbo's chest as the headache began to get worse. His entire body was starting to ache, and he felt extremely cold.

Mumbo started feeling the headache, most likely after Grian's because he hadn't gotten the full blast of it. Mumbo moved them to the bed as his body temperature started dropping.

He held Grian close to his chest, while he breath started getting away from him, making him pant for air. The headache became the least of Grian's worries, as he felt his dick get hard.

Blush covered his face, but looking at Mumbo's face, he didn't know if he had blushing before hand or not. Grian became restless, and started rubbing his thighs together. Mumbo noticed, and looked down at the smaller blonde.

Grian's face was covered in sweat, though both were cold, and blush. His eyes were half lidded and he could see lust in them. As his eyes gazed down from Grian's face to his chest, he felt his own dick get hard.

Had his best friend always been this hot?

Grian's black sleeveless shirt was tight against his body, and Mumbo couldn't help but have his hands graze down Grian's spine. Grian's breath hitched, and his legs shook as Mumbo did so. Mumbo looked farther down, and saw one of Grian's issues. Grian was hard, and his jeans were painfully tight.

Mumbo became worried, and his hands grazed around to Grian's crotch, before undoing the zipper. Grian's shaky hands rested on Mumbo's arms, causing him to look at his best friend.