unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in stirs_of_echo, @ 2010-07-30 01:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | damon, damon/grant, fics, grant |
Fic: The Discovery Channel
Title: The Discovery Channel
Authors: sevs_lil_secret and unbroken_halo
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling. No copyright infringement is meant.
Summary: Damon and Grant discuss what happened after Allie’s apologies.
Warnings: BDSM, Exhibitionism, Language, Sex,
AN: Set in the current time frame for Hols during Chapter 107: Let Her Cry
Grant arrived an hour before the bar opened and pushed through the front door looking for his husband.
"Damon?" he called out as he looked around.
Damon came out of the office with a chicken tender wrapped in a slice of white bread in one hand, headset and phone attached to his ears and a soda in the other hand. He swallowed the bit of food in his mouth and waved Grant back as he disappeared in his office. "I'll call you back. Just make certain the entire order from Anheuser-Busch shows up this time." He pressed the button on the phone and looked up at his husband as he sat down at the desk. "What's doing Injun?" He held out the sandwich to his husband for a bite.
Grant leaned in and took a small bite of the sandwich, swallowing before he spoke. "I just came to see to your boots, Master," he said softly and smiled up at him. "Have you had a good morning?"
Damon grinned at him and pulled the smaller man into his lap then pressed a kiss to his full mouth. "It's better now." He reached up and toyed with Grant's braid, unravelling a few twists to play with the loose strands.
Grant smiled as he gracefully slide down to his knees to pick up one of Damon's booted feet and place it in his lap as he opened the kit and removed the polish and soft cloth. He quickly daubed the polish on and began to buff the black leather to a high shine as Damon took several calls. That foot done, he carefully set it back on the floor and placed his husband's other foot in his lap, repeating the actions as he listened to Damon talk to someone about booking the bar for a private party.
Damon looked up at the clock as he picked up the phone and began to dial one more supplier. He reached down and ran a hand over Grant's head and smiled at him. "Thank you, Pet. You didn't have to do that." The Cisco food distributor came on the line and Damon returned his attention to the man as he continued to play with Grant's hair, stroking the braid and threading his fingers in the loose strands he had unwound a moment before.
Grant rose up on his knees and leaned over Damon's knees to lay his cheek over the man's denim covered groin, his arms coming up to wrap around the man's waist. He twisted just a bit to look up into his husband's face and then pressed his lips to the quiescent cock.
Damon leaned back in the chair and continued to talk to the supplier ordering restaurant supplies and placing the food order for the private party. He smiled at Grant and nodded.
Deftly, Grant undid Damon's jeans and began to lap and nuzzle the warm flesh beneath, as his Dom's prick stiffened, he eased it out and closed his mouth over it, suckling as Damon conducted business.
Damon moved slightly to write down the confirmation order number and then ran a hand over Grant's head leaning back in his chair once more and spread his legs to allow Grant more room. He closed his eyes and finished off the conversation then hung up the phone. "Mmm, Grant. It's been a while since we've played like this. I am liking you being at home." His mouth curled into a grin as he relaxed some more and the stress of this morning began to fade away.
Grant was tucked away out of sight under the desk, mouth still firmly attached to Damon when the bar manager came in with a knock on the open door.
"Hey Damon, what's doing?" Tom asked as he sauntered in and flopped down on the sofa against the opposite wall. Grant heard him, froze and then once again began to take care of his Master.
Damon grinned and cleared his throat. "Got everything set up for lunch today, Tom; chicken baskets are the special today. Booked a party and ordered all the supplies for this month. How's the wife? You all will be at the Bar Thanksgiving party right?"
"Hannah's doing fine, griping about the oldest leaving for college next year," the man laughed. He'd worked for Damon since he'd turned eighteen a little over twenty years ago and considered the Wolffes to be good friends. "How many parties are we booked for so far? And I thought you said we were going to be closed Thanksgiving?"
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Grant listened and smiled around the prick in his mouth, changing the angle and letting Damon slip the whole way in as he began to bob gently, Damon's forearm acting as a barrier to keep him out of sight.
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Damon shook his head and laughed. "You need to remind her that they'll be some peace and quiet now." He reached forward and flipped through the appointment book. "We are closed that whole weekend. The last party I booked for Monday of that week. We'll be closed on Tuesday and the employee party is that evening. I'm going to do a brisket and the fixings so we don't all get tired of the turkey just yet and I'll get your bonus checks out so you can hit the After Thanksgiving specials." He leaned back and looked over at Tom. "Sev and Harry will be here for that and I think Grant's just about got Harry talked into going shopping the day after.”
"It's good to see Sev staying Damon, I'm sure Grant's fit to bust too," Tom said and stretched his arms over his head. "Sev's little feller seems like a nice kid, a bit skittish though. Say, I saw Grant's car out there, where's he lurking around at? Hannah wanted me to ask him for the recipe for that casserole he made the other day here."
Tom closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again. "We ain't doing the Breston's again this year, are we?"
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Grant pulled back and ran his tongue under Damon's foreskin, lapping hungrily at the precome that was oozing from the slit. He was so hard himself, he was worried he may make a mess in his pants.
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Damon smirked. "He's around somewhere and I'll get that recipe for you before I leave after lunch." He smiled. "Harry's a good kid and Grant is pleased that they are both here. Won't be too much longer and we'll have a new little one running around soon enough." He sighed and then checked the book again, tapping a bright yellow post it note. "No. No Breston's this year. I made a note to myself not to book them after that fiasco last year. They haven't even called so Elsie must have gotten them."
"Thank goodness for small favours," the other man growled as he stood up. "Alright, I'll go open the doors and let the hordes in. Want me to shut your door?" He waited in the doorway for a moment while he dug the bar keys out of his pocket.
Damon chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be out in a few to help. Kathy and Sharon should be in shortly. They're on lunch duty today."
As soon as Grant heard the door shut he began to lick and slurp on the head of Damon's cock, going after it like it was dipped in chocolate. It had been such a long time since he'd done anything like that and he was turned on and wanting to play.
Damon pulled his wand and locked the door then added a Silencing Charm. He looked down at his husband and grinned. "Merlin, Grant." He closed his eyes, groaned and thrust into his husband's mouth. "Was wondering if you could keep it up." He opened his eyes and smirked at his sub. "Wanna fuck now?"
Damon's prick still between his lips, Grant nodded and undid his trousers. "Over the desk, Sir?" he asked breathlessly as he stood up and let his pants fall to his knees.
Damon grabbed the small sub around his waist and turned Grant around, bending him over the desk. He slid his wand into Grant's tight pucker and mumbled a lubrication charm. He lined himself up and pushed into the smaller man leaning over him to gently nibble and suck on his neck. "Damn I missed this." He reached around to grab his sub's little cock as he seated himself fully inside his husband.
Grant growled and groaned as Damon pushed inside of him without stretching, the pain was delicious. He was bucking his hips back and then rocking forward, thrusting his cock into Damon's hand as he griped the edges of the desk and moaned. "Master, may I?!" he cried out after his husband pulled back and then surged forward once more.
"Yes. Come now, My Own. I want to feel you squeezing me." Damon growled in Grant's ear as he began to pound harder into the smaller man. He bit down into Grant's neck while he thrust into him again and again.
His orgasm hit him like a freight train and Grant howled loudly as he not only spilled his seed over Damon's finger, but his pussy had several tremendous contractions and he was wetting all over the front of Damon's pants and down his own legs. "Oh gods Damon, oh gods!" he whimpered as Damon slammed into him harder, his own hips jerking and bucking as he clamped down on the man's prick.
Damon groaned at the wetness that soaked him and the tightness that surrounded his cock. He roared out his completion and filled the small man in front of him. He sat back down with a sigh bringing Grant on top of him, wrapping his arms around the trembling and shaking sub. "Oh... Pet... Merlin I love you." He gasped out and hugged Grant tightly to him.
"I love... I love you too," Grant gasped out as he was held and slowly he got his breathing back to normal and realized his Dom was wet. "Oh Merlin Damon... I didn't know that would happen. I'm so sorry," he whispered, running his hands over the man's jeans.
Damon chuckled. "Pet, never apologise for your reactions." He kissed the back of Grant's neck and sighed, leaning his head against the other man. "There's a change of clothes for us in the closet from the night of the anniversary party." He sighed and smiled then pressed a kiss to the smaller man's back. "Your slacks are a loss as well, baby."
Grant toed off his shoes and kicked his trousers off completely before he eased himself off of Damon to fetch the clothing from the closet. He stepped into his fresh pants, pulling them up over his narrow hips as Damon joined him while pushing his own pants down.
"Allie stopped by,” he said as he zipped and buttoned himself and then waved his wand over Damon's chair to dry it before he sat down, pulling paper and pen to him. Quickly he wrote down the recipe Tom had wanted.
Damon stripped off his jeans and boxers, then began pulling on a new pair of button fly jeans sans underwear. He pulled out another Cutty's polo from the closet then stripped off the one he had replacing it with the clean one. He tucked the shirt into his jeans and adjusted himself before quickly buttoning up. “And?”
Grant didn't know exactly how to answer him, but he tried. "She apologized nicely Damon, I accepted it, so it's over, right?" He finished the recipe and tore the paper out of the notepad, handing it to the other man.
Damon made a face. "I suppose I'll drop it if you wish but I don't want her around if she's going to be insulting my sons like that." He took the paper and folded it putting it away in his back pocket to give to Tom later. "Harry sure as hell don't need the added stress. It's a wonder she didn't send him into an episode." He looked at Grant. "You remember how the three of them acted on the way to Charleston. You think they are alright with each other? Do we need to protect Harry from her?"
Grant moved to pick up their clothing and stopped. "I'd be happier if Severus limited the time Harry spent around her. I did notice the way they acted yesterday, poor Max is starved for affection. Did you know I found all three of them in bed yesterday morning?" He finished picking up the clothing, putting it in a brown paper bag to carry home, settling himself on the sofa after he finished.
"No, I didn't. But that's good that Harry allowed Max the comfort. It means he's coming along nicely." Damon chuckled and shook his head as he sat in his chair to pull his boots on again. "I'll go up and see the boys after lunch. Have a talk with Max and Sev." He looked up at his husband and stood adjusting himself and his clothing. "That work for you?" He ran his hands over his jeans smoothing them then walked over to the smaller man.
"That it does, that it does," Grant smiled as he stood and leaned against his husband for a moment before he picked up the bag of clothing. "Going to be home early this evening? Would you like chicken for supper?"
"I'll be back early but I don't want chicken. I had it for lunch. Want me to bring some take out? I'll even get Chinese for you." Damon pressed a kiss to Grant's head and swatted his bottom just for the hell of it.
Grant purred and wiggled his bottom. "Chinese would be wonderful, you know what I'll eat," he said as he went to the door. "I'm going to go on home and find something to do, so don't take too long, alright?" He smiled at the blond and then waited for him to unward the door.
Damon followed his husband to the door. "Lunch is over at two and after clean up I'm going up to see Max and Sev then get the take out. I should be home no later than five. Sound good to you?” He cancelled the charms on the door and opened it to usher his husband out into the rapidly filling bar then pressed a kiss to the other man's mouth.
Grant nodded and then slipped out the back door, getting into his car and heading home. He still wasn't pleased with Allie, but he would say no more if she acted right from here on out.