Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling. No money was made writing this bit of fiction.
Pairing:Damon/Grant
Rating: PG
Summary: Grant brings Damon home a surprise. Set in the spring of 1987.
Warnings: Language, discussions of past sexual habits
AN: Late Spring 1987. Tijuana Bibles were seem from the 1920's and up into the 1960's. They were generally 8-10 pages long and basically x rated comic books.
Old Mac Donald
Damon was at the bar working the Saturday lunch crowd leaving Grant at home to enjoy his weekend. Bored, the small man began looking through the weekly newspaper that served their tiny community, finding an advert for a small animal auction being held that day in the next town over.
Grant thought about it for a moment and slowly a smile came to his lips as the plan formed in his mind. Picking up the phone, he quickly dialed the bar and waited.
Damon looked up from his order pad as the phone rang. He finished taking the couple's order and gave the pad to a passing waitress as he jogged to the bar phone. "Cutty's. Damon speaking."
"Hey baby, it's me. How's your day going so far?" Grant asked as he wedged the phone between his cheek and shoulder while he smeared some peanut butter on a slice of bread.
"Busy, my Grant. Are you enjoying your day off?" Damon smiled as he nodded to a patron leaving the bar and waved at the little girl. He looked around the bar making certain everyone was busy eating or serving then headed back to his office for a bit of quiet.
"Yeah, it's quiet," Grant said, mumbling a little as he took a bite of his sandwich. "I was wondering if you needed me at home this afternoon."
Damon sank down to the sofa in his office and laid his head on one arm and propped his feet up on the other end. "Well, I don't suppose I do but if you are bored, I'd love to see you up here. I think I could take time out of my busy day to chase you around my desk."
"Oh. Well I was thinking about getting out and puttering around a little this afternoon, maybe I could come by later?" Grant said as he poured a glass of milk and sat down at the table.
"I am teasing, Grant. I'd be happy to see you anytime." Damon chuckled and crossed his feet, rocking them side to side for a moment as he closed his eyes just listening to his husband breathe. "You need money just come on by and see me. The bank closes at one today so you'd better hurry."
"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes. Do you want me to bring you anything?" Grant asked as he stood up, set his now empty glass in the sink and grabbed the keys to the POS.
"Just a kiss and a grope, My Injun." Damon chuckled again and sat up as his office door opened. "Be careful Pet and I'll see you when you get here."
Grant quickly said goodbye, hung the phone up and headed out the door. Opening the door to the old truck of Damon's, he shook his head as he climbed up behind the wheel. Cursing softly, he managed to get the seat moved up as far as he could before he started the engine. Nearly jumping out of his skin as bluegrass blared out of the speakers, he closed his eyes and quickly shut the radio off, shaking his head and wondering how on earth Damon could listen to that.
Once at the bar, he parked at the back of the lot where the truck couldn't be seen from the front window, Damon didn't need to know he was driving it today. Hopping down out of the truck, he slammed the rusty door shut and hurried into the bar, his braid swinging down his back, wearing old jeans and one of Damon's shirts.
Damon ran a bar mop across the shiny old wood bar and looked up when the door opened. He and the staff stopped, shouted out, "Welcome to Cutty's!" and went back to working. He grinned at his little husband and tossed the towel through the chute to the dirty linens basket.
Hopping over the little swinging door that separated the bar, he made his way towards Grant. He grabbed his husband, picking him up and carried him to his office like a sack of potatoes. "Hey baby."
Grant laughed along with several of the customers as he was hauled away over his husband's shoulder. Grinning he waved at several of the regulars. "Hey handsome," he said as they got into the office.
Damon set Grant on his feet and gathered him into his arms, breathing in the scent of the small man. He pressed a kiss to Grant's neck under his braid, licking his way to the side of Grant's face then sucked on his earlobe for a moment before pulling away. "Damn you taste good. So, you need my credit card or just a check? Did you remember to bring the bank book?"
Grant shuddered as the older man nibbled on him. "Think it might be the peanut butter I ate, or the chocolate pie I made this morning," he laughed as he fished the bank book out of his fanny pack and handed it to Damon. "A check please, I don't know how much I need, but maybe a hundred if that's alright?"
"Mmm, chocolate pie. We have milk at the house too?" Damon took the checkbook and leaned over his desk as he scrawled out a check. "I've made it out for two hundred just in case."
He signed it with a flourish and held the book out to Grant as he turned around and leaned against his desk.
"We've got regular and chocolate milk," Grant said with a smile as he took the bank book back and tucked it back into his fanny pack. "Would you like anything special for supper?"
Damon arched an eyebrow and pulled Grant to him. "Chocolate pie a la Grant." He bent his head and took Grant's mouth, slowly, thoroughly tasting and exploring the other man's mouth. "That should last me for a while, " he murmured against Grant's full lips as he pecked them lightly again.
The kiss left Grant breathless as they normally did and he smiled up at his husband. "Thank you Sir," he said softly, a shy smile on his lips. "Have a good day and I'll see you in a few hours. I think I'll make fried chicken for you tonight."
Damon groaned and squeezed Grant to him. "I don't know what you want but you've got my attention, Pet." He swatted Grant's bottom then let him go, smiling at his little husband. "Have fun, baby and be careful. Call me if you need me."
"Okay," Grant grinned and headed out of the office, waving at people on his way out and back to the truck.
After cashing the check at the bank, Grant headed over to the auction and was soon bidding on ducks, geese, and chickens. He lost track of the time and the number of cages that were stacked up beside him. Looking outside, he noticed the light seemed dim and glanced down at his watch in shock. He needed to get home.
Damon was sitting at the table drinking a large glass of milk and starting on the second half of the pie when he heard his truck drive up. He'd wondered what had happened to his little husband and just shook his head when he saw the flyer for the auction.
He stood and stretched, opening the back door to go be the pack mule for whatever monstrosity antique his little husband had decided to drag home.
Grant watched Damon open the back door just as the nanny goat in the back of the truck squalled her greetings to the cat that had jumped up on the tailgate. The rooster, chickens, geese, and ducks all started squawking within seconds.
"Hey, how long have you been home?" Grant asked casually as he slid down out of the truck and prayed for a quick death.
"About an hour, give or take." Damon stared at the menagerie in the back of his truck then looked at his little husband. "Who the hell do you think you are, fucking Noah?"
Grant looked up at the sky for a moment and shrugged as he began to untie the cages. "Well, it does look like it might rain."
"I sure as hell hope not, cause I need clear skies to barbeque all that meat you just bought." Damon shook his head. "What possessed you to buy all these animals? I thought after the crying jag from when we slaughtered that Hereford that you didn't want to have any more animals."
"They are not for eating Damon Wolffe," Grant said sternly as he carefully set a cage with three rabbits on the ground and then reached for the rope that had the nanny goat tied. "Come on Babygirl."
Damon arched an eyebrow. "Oh no, why else do you have animals on a farm then? We eat a couple of those cows on the back pasture every year."
"Babygirl?" He eyed the squalling goat and shook his head. "Are you gonna bottle feed the kid too?"
"What kid? She's not bred... yet," Grant said as he led her over to the picnic table and tied her up. "Would you help me with the chickens please?" He climbed up into the bed of the truck and held a small cage down to Damon.
Damon groaned and eyed the black and white chickens. "The goat's still a baby that's why it's called a kid." He sighed as he looked over the other animals. "Grant, why did you buy all these animals? We barely have enough time for each other, let alone all this new freezer fodder."
Grant rolled his eyes at Damon. "She's not a baby, she's a pygmy goat, and she's full grown." He looked down at where Damon was standing and bit his lip. "Are you mad at me?"
Damon snorted. "Great, a midget goat." He sighed and looked at his little husband. "I guess not, Pet but really how are you going to take care of them all? You already get up at five just to be prepared to go to the office by seven."
Grant shrugged. "They won't take much time. I can throw scratch out to the birds and just fill the rabbit feeders in the evening," he said as he untied another cage. He'd been missing having animals around the farm, having grown up with them, they'd been a part of his life.
Damon rubbed his face and looked at his husband. "All right. I'll clean out the chicken coop tomorrow and get some hay in here for the goat in the morning. I'll even set you up a rabbit run behind the barn." he shook his head. "That goose comes near me and it's dinner."
"Do you want me to take them back? The auction is still going on, I can resell them," Grant said as he dropped down and sat on the lowered tailgate. He didn't want Damon upset with him, it wasn't worth it to him.
"Oh no, Farmer Grant. You bought them animals and you are going to take care of them." Damon reached out and pulled on Grant's braid gently. He smirked at his husband and shook his head again. "You are going to look so cute in your bibs and boots."
A broad grin broke out on Grant's face as he threw his arms around Damon's neck and hugged him. "Thank you for not being mad," he murmured as he kissed the man's neck. "I'll make it up to you."
Damon wrapped his arms around the little man and sighed. "Un huh, I know you will. You remember that when that damned rooster starts crowing at the butt crack of dawn on your day off."
Grant laughed. "Roosters don't wake me up. I got used to them when I was a kid," he said as he looked around at the animals he'd brought home. "Honestly, I only wanted to get a couple of chickens when I saw the ad."
Damon chuckled and eyed Grant, mischief dancing in his blue eyes. "Yeah but it's been many, many, many years since then, Pet. You are one cranky Injun in the mornings."
The little man laughed and shrugged. "Well, you won't bitch about a pot of chicken and dumplings then, will you?" he asked as the rooster crowed once more.
Damon snorted. "I thought these animals weren't for eating. Chicken and dumplings are pretty good eats, baby."
Grant grinned. "The rooster may be debatable. He's a cocky thing too. Look at him," he said as he nodded over to the large black and gold rooster that was glaring back at them.
Damon shook his head. "You picked him out, Pet. Good luck hunting the eggs when the hens start laying. You'll have one pissed off cock after you."
Grant made a face and then shrugged. "I thought we could put in a run for them so they couldn't just go everywhere until they learned to lay in their nest boxes."
Damon nodded. "The coop hasn't been used in years but the building is in good repair. I'll just have to clean it out for you. May be some chicken snakes nesting in the old bins but the activity will flush them out."
"Is it alright to just put them loose in the barn for now? I can tie the goat up," Grant said as he jumped down from the tailgate and picked up a cage of hens.
Damon arched an eyebrow. "You want to loose chickens in the barn with my cycles and your toys?"
"Well, I don't know where else to put them," Grant murmured as he looked down at the cramped birds. "Maybe if I throw out a pan of scratch they'll stay here if I just turn them loose."
Damon sighed. "It ain't going to hurt them to stay like that for a bit longer. Let me go change and put on some muck clothes. The dogs and foxes around here will get them if you just turn them loose. Either that or someone will snatch them up when they wonder out to the road." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Grant's cheek. "Framer Grant," he chuckled. "Next time just ask before you get a wild hair up your ass and I'll help you prepare things a bit more."
Grant hung his head sheepishly and grinned. "Yes Sir," he said as he looked up. "I'll meet you out there; I'm already wearing old clothes."
The small man set the cage down and headed off behind the barn to start clearing the years of accumulated junk and rubbish from the old chicken house.
"Be careful and watch for snakes. It's warm enough that they are moving around now." Damon watched him go and shook his head, returning to the house to change clothes. He returned a few minutes later, jeans tucked into his boots and a shotgun over his shoulder.
"I called up to old man Richard's farm and he's bring you some hay and a bag of feed here in a bit."
Grant looked up, an old wooden crate filled with old tractor gears in his arms. "I haven't seen any snakes yet. Where do you want me to put this crap?" he asked as he backed out of the low doorway.
"It's not crap, its spare parts." Damon shook his head and pointed over to the barn. "Set that crate over there and I'll go through it later. You find any rotten floor boards?"
He bent and checked the chicken wire running across the bottom of the coop, looking for cracked on broken wires. "Bring back the weed whacker too and I'll clear back this grass."
Grant rolled his eyes, doubting that they even had a tractor that would match these parts anymore. "Alright," he sighed as he carried the heavy box over to the barn and then fetched the lawn trimmer from its hook.
"I don't know, I didn't get that far in yet. Thanks for calling about hay though," he said as he carried it back and handed it to Damon before ducking back into the darkened building. "Can't you just banish this stuff?"
"I could but then you wouldn't appreciate all this as much if you got it easy, now would you?" Damon smiled at him, clearing out the space along the outside of the chicken coop. "See, now when Da built this, he left a space between the ground and the bottom of the coop. The wires keep the chickens out of the poop and you walk on the boards. Once in a while you scoop out the mess from underneath and put it over there."
He pointed to the little shed where Grant had his compost pile. "Fresh fertilizer for your garden."
Grant nodded as he listened and then looked at Damon. "Do you think you might could banish just the bugs then? Like wasps and hornets?" he asked thoughtfully, not really wanting to be stung during cleanup.
Damon looked at him and shook his head, drawing his wand to cast a bug repellant spell over his little husband. "You mean with all these animals you don't want to be harvesting any wasp honey?"
Grant raised an eyebrow at Damon. "Wasp honey? Is that a hillbilly thing?"
Damon glared at Grant. "No. Some species of wasp make a comb and produce a honey of sorts. I don't think there are any of those types here but we don't want to kill them off too quickly. They are good for the environment and most likely eat the flies and caterpillars that have been plaguing your garden."
He looked up checking the overhangs for nests. "Have you noticed a marked decrease in those pests in your gardens?"
"No." Was all Grant would say as he stared into the building. Wasp honey his little red ass, he thought. Everyone knows that bees make honey.
Damon watched his little husband, shaking his head. "All right then. Just watch out for them. Only the yellow jackets are really aggressive. Most times they just want the water off your skin." he smirked at Grant. "Although you are kinda shrimpy and sweet meat, they might want to carry you off to feed the larvae."
Grant backed up a step and looked at Damon. As a child, he'd been the focus of a yellow jacket attack and was deathly afraid of them. "Could you at least get rid of them?" he asked as he licked his lips and looked nervously into the building, knowing that the insects would likely be nested in there and not happy to be uncovered.
Damon nodded and walked around the darkened building. "Back up, then." He aimed his wand at the walls and ceiling of the chicken coop, removing the wooden sides that had been placed over the wire to protect the stuff on the inside. Dust and spider webs flew in the aftermath and Damon blinked in the low sunlight as it came in through the now exposed chicken wire. He walked inside of the building and checked the corners for Grant's bugs. "Just some daddy long legs and other good bugs. The chickens will like those."
Exiting the coop, he walked around the outside again making certain there were no nests to be found. "All right, grant. No wasps but watch out for spiders."
"Thank you," Grant murmured, a grateful smile on his face as he re-entered the coop and began to haul more boxes out, pausing as he found one with questionable contents.
"Damon, did you ever read dirty magazines?" he asked as he bent over a faded, weathered cardboard box, holding the flaps open and peering in with amusement. He'd found a stash of pornographic comics and photographs.
Damon chuckled, "Maybe. Why?" He turned and looked over his husband. "Oh gods... Put those on the burn pile."
Grant laughed as he lifted some of the old Tijuana Bibles out of the box. "Oh my, I've heard of these and seen them online. Do you know what these are worth?" he asked as he carefully flipped the brittle pages, chuckling at the crude cartoons.
Damon shook his head. "No, I don't know what they are running online. But by all means become the porn pusher as well as farmer on an online auction site. Have fun, Pet." he chuckled and leaned against the weed whacker. "Those things are more politically incorrect than I am."
Grant only laughed as he carried the box out and set it to one side to go through, wondering if those yellowed sheets of cheap paper explained some of Damon's knowledge about sex.
"A few of my cousins had some of these, but I was never allowed to look at them," he said as he went back to carrying things out. "Hid them out here to hide from your mom, huh?"
Damon laughed and nodded. "Now, would I do something like that?" He finished clearing away the grass around the outside and took the trimmer over to clean it off under the hose. "Some of that stuff isn't even mine, Pet. It was here when my uncle sold Da the place in my stead. There's no telling what all we'll find."
Grant winked at Damon, he knew his husband was telling him the truth, but it was fun razzing him. "Am I going to find some old Sears Roebuck catalogues as well, the bra and panty ads earmarked?" he teased as he pulled an old bicycle frame out and tossed it onto the growing junk pile.
Damon turned and leered at his husband as he entered the building. "Why do we need to find you some fancy bloomers and pantaloons to parade around in?" He reached down and picked up a box, cursing as the bottom fell out and silver bugs ran over the remains to whatever had been in the box. He drew his wand, "Accio broom." and began sweeping the mess out the door.
Grant blushed, feeling his face heat up. "I used to look through the catalogue and dream about owning pretty things when I grew up," he confessed, not exactly what most teenaged boys of their generation had done with that section of the mail order catalogue.
Damon stopped sweeping and looked at his little husband. "Did you get them, Pet?" he asked softly. "Did you pick everything that you wanted from the catalogue for our home?"
Grant quickly shook his head, embarrassed by the secret of his past. "I don't even remember what there was," he mumbled, ducking his head and grabbing for a crate of old canning jars covered in cobwebs.
Damon took the crate from his husband and set it aside, wrapping his long hands around Grant's cheeks. "Yes you do," he whispered softly and tilted Grant's face up to look into his eyes. "Did you get what you wanted, My Grant?"
"I have everything I could ever need with you," Grant said, placing his own hands over Damon's. "Besides, can you imagine how out of date that stuff is now?" He gave the man a smile, hoping he'd simply drop the subject. He knew it could be uncomfortable at times for Damon when he did something exceptionally girlish.
Damon searched Grant's face for a moment longer then nodded curtly. Bending he gave the smaller man a fierce kiss, pouring everything he couldn't make himself say into the gesture before slowly pulling away from his husband. "Let me get the truck to haul this junk off." He stepped out of the coop and turned, looking back at Grant for a moment. "You're certain?"
Grant gave his husband a wink and a grin. "Well... I could use a new garter belt; you did kind of chew the last one to strings."
Damon flipped him off and started for the truck, grinning and shaking his head. "Crazy Injun."
"Horny hillbilly!" Grant called after the man as he turned to get back to work.