Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling. No money was made writing this bit of fiction.
Pairing: Damon/Grant
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Grant finds something to entertain Damon during a football game.
Warnings: cross dressing, and roleplaying
AN: Set in Fall of 1983, This delves a little deeper in Grant's mind. He's showing Damon more of how he feels inside, what he hides from everyone around him. Damon, being the loving husband that he is, indulges Grant's fantasy.
Androgyny
Grant listened to the ballgame playing on the television in the living room and his husband talking to the players. He shook his head as he made sandwiches for his husband and wondered just exactly what he would have to do to get the other man's attention away from the game. The small man snorted in derision as he realized he could probably serve his husband chips and let him dip them into chip dip filling his twat and Damon would never notice. Not over the all important Redskins.
Grant tossed the case knife he'd been using into the sink, poured Damon a glass of tea and started to carry the man's food in to him. At the swinging door he paused for a moment and smiled. Quickly he stripped down to nothing but the little pair of pink panties he was wearing before he walked into the living room.
Damon watched as the game progressed and the ball was punted away. The receiver made his way down the field, bypassing other players and dodging tackles. It looked like the man was going to run the ball all the way back for a touchdown. He beat on the arm of the couch, yelling at the player to "GOgogogogo!" The man was tackled from behind and Damon groaned then threw the remote at the TV as flags were thrown on the field. "Goddammit. He nearly made it. That was a bad call you stupid ref!"
Grant rolled his eyes and set the plate on the coffee table in front of him. Without a word, the little man moved around the low table and bent to retrieve the remote, setting it on the table next to the food. He put one hand on his hip as he watched Damon blindly reach for a sandwich and bring it to his mouth, he'd been right. Sports ruled in the Wolffe home.
Damon reached up and patted Grant on the leg. "Thanks Pet," he mumbled through the bite of sandwich then choked as he yelled at the referee once again. "Motherfucker you have got to be blind as a fucking bat to miss that call. Face mask my ass!"
"You're welcome, I'm going to go have sex a few times with the boy next door, let know when you are ready for supper," Grant said dryly as he walked out of the living room towards the bedroom.
Damon waved at him. "Have fun. Use protection." He shoved another sandwich in his mouth and returned his attention to the game.
Grant busted out laughing before he got to the bedroom door and just shook his head. "I thought I'd bareback for something different," he called back.
Damon turned and looked at his husband's retreating back and shook his head. "Take pictures!" He turned back to the TV then looked back at to where Grant had been again.
"Alright, I think I'll top this time, did you want to come watch?" Grant asked as he came back in a pair of jeans and sweatshirt.
Damon looked up at Grant. "Where are you going?"
Grant looked at Damon. "Next door."
Damon shook his head. "Why?"
"Have sex, I told you that."
Damon snorted. "Sit down and watch the game with me."
"I don't like sports, you know that," Grant said as he propped his bare feet up on the coffee table.
Damon eyed his husband for a moment. "You need a new outfit." He pulled Grant's feet into his lap and massaged the slender toes as the game broke for commercial. He grinned. "Some pompoms and a short skirt."
Grant watched the commercial, for so reason bears dancing with little smoked sausages amused him. "And why would I want to wear something like that?"
"Cause I need an Injun cheerleader." Damon slid his hand up Grant's pant leg and rubbed his ankle.
"A Sioux cheerleader for a white sports team that carries a name derogatory to my race? Interesting," Grant said as he wiggled his toes.
"I never said you had to be a Redskins cheerleader, just one in general." Damon lifted the foot to his mouth and licked Grant's toes.
"You've yet to tell why you need a cheerleader," Grant said and then sighed as his foot was dropped when the game came back on.
"Cause they are fun to play with now shush." Damon held on to Grant's foot, continuing to massage it as he watched the game.
While Damon was distracted, yelling at the television, Grant reached over and picked the man's wand up, rolling it between his fingertips as he thought. Licking his lips and muttering a few spells, his clothes were replaced with a short blue cheerleading skirt, white sweater and a set of pompoms setting next to him.
Damon felt the flicker of magic and he dragged his eyes away from the television for a glance then did a double take. He ran his hand up Grant's now bare leg and grinned. "That’s nice, baby."
Grant picked up the pompoms, shook them slightly and smirked. "Rah."
Damon snorted and shook his head. "You sound so enthused."
"Go team?" the little man laughed as he shook the pompoms again before laying them back down and closing his eyes.
Damon eyed Grant for a moment and shook his head. He continued to run his hands over Grant's legs as he turned back to the football game. "Now don't get rid of this outfit alright?"
Grant opened one eye and regarded his husband. "Why? Do the Mountain Men need some one else to cheer them on down at the high school?"
Damon looked at Grant, running his eyes over the other man and smirked. "No. I however happen to like it. You still got those pink panties on underneath it?" He chuckled. "Un huh thought I didn't notice then eh?"
The smaller man grinned and flipped up the short skirt, revealing the lacy pink panties underneath.
"Woohoo, flash me again." Damon turned slightly on the couch to face Grant and ran a hand up his leg to his thigh. He kneaded the soft flesh gently and smiled. "Do it again."
Grant smiled seductively, spreading his thighs just a little before flipping the short skirt up once more. "Do you like those?"
Damon grinned and nodded, "Yeah, I do. I like what's in them too."
"Skin? Hairless soft skin?" Grant asked with fake innocence.
Damon stretched and slipped a finger inside the elastic leg of the panties and stroked the soft skin. "No. You, Pet." He lend down, raised Grant's leg, bending his knee and pressed a kiss to the tanned skin. He could feel the heat coming off Grant and the game was forgotten for this new sporting event.
Grant licked his lower lip and scooted down in the chair and smiled. "Your game is back on," he murmured, reaching down to stroke his fingers over his panty clad bulge.
Damon nodded. "Okay." He turned back to the television.
Grant sat up and grabbed the remote, turning the game off. "Nope," he said with a laugh as he scooted over and straddled Damon's lap.
Damon looked up at the man perched on his lap. "Well, you are the one that reminded me." He grabbed Grant's hips and leaned forward rubbing his face across Grant's chest, breathing in the scent of the other man.
"I just wanted to know you knew I was here. You can watch your game if you want, I'll even sit here and keep you company," Grant said as he wrapped his arms around Damon's head and pressed a kiss to the blond hair.
Damon's chuckle was muffled in the white sweater. "How could I possibly forget?" He nibbled on Grant's chest through the knitted material.
Grant closed his eyes and took a deep breath as Damon nipped at him through the sweater. "I bet you dated all the cheerleaders, didn't you?" he asked softly.
Damon looked up. "Maybe, then again, maybe not. I left school early, Pet. Only played one season."
Grant's eyes opened and he looked down at his husband. "You left school early?" he asked. This was something he didn't know.
Damon nodded and leaned back on the couch. "Yes, I withdrew when I was sixteen and joined the Marines."
"You never told me that," Grant murmured as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Damon's neck. "So brave even then."
Damon snorted. "After a fight with Da and storming off in a huff, I forged an ID and went to boot camp to get away from him. Not brave, Pet, too young and stupid to realize what I was doing."
Grant sat back up on the man's lap and smiled down at him. "So tell me about the cheerleaders," he said while he bounced gently on Damon's knee. "Do I need a longer skirt?"
Damon chuckled. "Oh no, shorter would be preferable. So when you bend over I get a flash of panties just barely peaking out under that skirt. I like the modern cheerleader suits." He grinned wolfishly at Grant.
Grant grinned at his man. "So... tell me."
Damon laughed. "Tell you what? That I watch the game to see the cheerleaders at half time and the men in the tight, stretchy pants the rest of the time?"
Grant laughed, not letting the fact Damon wasn't answering his question slip. "We never had cheerleaders while I was in school, but I think I would have made a good one. What do you think?"
Damon reached up and undid Grant's braid, the long hair cascading down in waves, since Grant had braided it up while it was still slightly damp. He fluffed the long tresses and then ran his hands over Grant's shoulders. Taking up his wand he adjusted the sweater to where it was tighter across his chest. He stood Grant on his feet, eyed the little skirt, shortening it with a few flicks and then grinned. He added short white socks with a blue pompom ball at the ankle and then little athletic shoes with bright blue laces.
Damon fluffed the large pompoms Grant had created and handed them to the other man as he eyed him lustfully. "Oh yeah."
Grant looked down and grinned as he saw the changes. "Do you want me to get that amulet to fill the sweater out right? And I need a blue hair ribbon, will you make me one?" he asked as he took a few steps in front of Damon.
Damon raised an eyebrow at Grant. His husband looked good as he was and he almost changed the little outfit to some tight fitting cheer pants just to see the bulge he knew Grant was most likely sporting. "You want to wear the amulet today Pet?" He could almost imagine Gracie in front of him dressed like that, breasts bouncing as she stepped back and forth in place. He moaned softly as he conjured the blue ribbon for his husband and held it out to him. "You really want that?"
Grant looked at Damon, his eyes filled with a smouldering lust as he picked up the ribbon and pulled his hair up into a classic 50's ponytail that accentuated his high cheekbones. "I haven't worn it for a long time and I know you like to play with something different once in awhile," he murmured.
Damon watched the sweater lift up and Grant's belly button was exposed. He leaned forward and licked the tanned stomach. "Yeah but do you want to wear it? I'll take you anyway I can get you, my Grant."
Grant nodded and bite his lower lip. "Is that okay?" he asked softly, the muscles in his tummy quivered as Damon licked him.
"Yes, Pet if that is what you want." Damon looked up at Grant and licked him again, sucking on the bit of skin and sticking his tongue into Grant's navel.
Grant put his hand over Damon's wand hand and through him, summoned the small amulet from the drawer in the bedroom. The amulet he wore in Japan that would give him ample breasts for Damon's pleasure. With an almost shy smile, he slipped the silver chain over his neck and watched in awe as the front of his sweater filled out.
Damon grinned and smiled at his husband. He pulled Grant back on to his lap and hugged him close. "Damn, Grant." he said slightly breathless then pulled the other man down for a slow thorough kiss.
Pulling away, nipping at his husband's bottom lip, Grant smiled provocatively at the man while he inched his already short skirt up higher on his thighs. "Do they feel the same as they did back then?" he asked softly, aware as he moved that the amulet seemed to take his body's aging into account and adjusted his new breasts.
Damon slid his hands under the sweater and cupped the small breasts, brushing his thumbs over the peaked nipples. He leaned forward and rubbed his face on Grant's chest. "Yeah, like satiny silk and they fit perfectly in my palms."
Grant's breath hitched in his throat as Damon ran his thumbs over his erect nipples, it felt like jolts of electricity jumping through his skin. He'd forgotten how different it felt, how much softer he felt in his husband's hands like this. Grant pushed Damon back onto the sofa and then straddled his lap once more, the short skirt riding up and exposing the pink lace. "Some days I think I should stay like this because it feels so good, so right for you."
Shocked, Damon looked up at Grant. He pulled his hands from the sweater top and stared at the other man. "Why?" He asked softly.
Realizing what he'd said, Grant dropped his gaze and lowered his head, his face blazing in embarrassment. "Forget I said that, okay? Please."
Damon lifted Grant's chin and looked at him. "Tell me."
Grant turned his head, reaching up with one hand to pull the amulet away. "Just sometimes feels like that's part of me too," he said softly as he dropped the small piece of jewellery on the cushion beside Damon.
Damon nodded. "Is this like the nightgown thing?" He turned Grant to face him again and smiled.
Sadly, Grant nodded and then looked away again. "I'm sorry."
Damon swallowed. "Do you want..." He trailed off not knowing how to ask. "Do you want to be a woman?"
Wanting nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow him, Grant whispered. "I'm both."
"No, you have the parts but you are most definitely not a woman."
"I am in here and here," Grant whispered softly as he touched his index finger to his forehead and then over his heart. "I'm both."
Damon nodded. "Okay." He picked up the amulet and slid it back over Grant's head, watching as his chest swelled again.
"You don't have to..." Grant began and just started to cry silently. "I'm sorry."
Damon stared at Grant. "What happened?" He asked astonished. "What'd I do?"
"You wanted a man.... and you got me," he sobbed quietly.
Damon shook his head. "I wanted my Injun, Pet. The package really doesn't matter because I love you." He pulled Grant down to him, resting his head over his heart and rubbing the smaller man's back.
"I promise I'll never embarrass you in public," Grant whispered as he played with Damon's shirt.
"Oh Pet, you never have." Damon squeezed Grant to him again and sighed. He pressed a kiss to the top of Grant's hair and smiled.
"I just like to be pretty for you sometimes," he said softly, shame creeping into his voice.
"I like you pretty as well. Soft and spread out before me, panting and waiting." Damon rubbed Grant's back and then lifted his face to look down at him. "I also like you rock hard, sweating and writing under my finger tips begging me to take you, body and soul."
Grant smiled up at his husband, his cheeks shiny and wet with tears. "I love you. I want to be everything for you," he said as he leaned up to offer his mouth to his husband.
Damon took Grant's mouth fiercely. "You are, Pet. My all and my everything. You want to wear the amulet or have it fixed permanently then I will make it happen for you. You are still my Injun."
Grant took Damon's hand in his own and moved it to cover one breast. "Let me be your cheerleader?" he asked softly, part of him needing the illusion of something he never had. Surely Damon could be his football star for the afternoon and let him be the pretty girl on his arm. Grant leaned in and pressed a kiss to Damon's strong jaw.
"Anytime, Gracie." Damon kissed his husband, his hands sliding under the tight sweater and cupping one of the soft breasts. He kneaded the flesh in one hand and slid the other between Grant's legs, fingers wiggling into the pink panties, nudging Grant's balls out of the way and seeking out the warm wetness. "So soft and wet," he murmured softly.
Grant slipped off of Damon's lap, standing up. "I'll be right back," he said and hurried back to their bedroom. There in their bathroom, he quickly peeled his panties off and looked at himself critically in the mirror. Picking up a large self adhesive bandage, he tore the wrapper off of it and with one hand compressing his penis and testicles to his body as flat as possible; he sealed the bandage over them leaving a nearly smooth area above his slit. Smiling at the result, he picked up his wand and aimed it at the bandage chanting charms to render him impotent and the bandage to blend with his skin in both texture and colour, he didn't want it to be noticeable when Damon ran his hands over him.
Satisfied with his handiwork, he pulled his panties back on and looked once more in the mirror before lowering his skirt and cast one more spell for Damon's pleasure. Hurrying back in to the living room, Grant sat on Damon's lap once more.
"Did you miss me?" Gracie asked with a smile and a kiss to the corner of the man's mouth.
Damon grinned. "You've never left me." He whispered. "I've always had you right here. He lifted Grant's hand and placed it over his heart then captured the full mouth again.
Grant took his time exploring and letting Damon explore his mouth, pulling back from time to time to breath and laugh. "You're so strong," he said softly as he ran delicate fingertips over the other man's shoulder and upper arms.
Damon chuckled as he wrapped his hands around Grant's small waist, gently rubbing his thumbs in circles over the back of the little skirt. He pulled Grant forward, cupping his bottom and thrust against him. "Yeah?"
Dark eyes dancing, Grant smiled and nodded. "Oh yes, I always feel so protected with you," he whispered and rocked his body over Damon, pushing back into his strong hands.
"Really?" Damon murmured and sighed. He leaned forward, threading his hands into the ponytail and bringing their foreheads together. He pulled out the ribbon, so Grant's hair cascaded down around them. "So soft, my Own." He nibbled at Grant's mouth. "So pretty."
"Other girls are so much prettier," Grant teased, letting himself deepen into his role as Damon's girlfriend/cheerleader. "You could have your pick, you know."
"I suppose but I picked you, sweetheart." Damon fluffed Grant's hair and then ran his hands down over Grant's shoulders. He grinned, cupped the small breasts in his palms, squeezed them gently and lifted the cleavage to his face, rubbing his chin and nose over the sweater and soft skin.
Grant sighed and pushed his breasts into Damon's hands. "Feels good when you touch them," he moaned breathlessly, arching his back and running his fingers through Damon's hair.
"Like soft little pillows." Damon curled his fingers under the sweater hem and lifted it off Grant's body. He tossed it over the back of the couch and looked up at Grant, hair flowing down around him, breasts rounded and full, nipples peaked and hard, waiting for him. "Mmm, so beautiful." He leaned forward and licked across first one pebbled nipple then the other, pressing the two mounds of flesh together and nuzzling them.
Grant shivered as the air caressed his body and then whimpered as Damon's hands and lips followed. He slid a small hand down between their bodies and cupped Damon's denim clad crotch, squeezing gently. "Is that for me?"
Damon bucked up into the little hand and nodded, flicking his tongue across one of Grant's nipples. He sucked the very tip of the breast into his mouth, running his tongue back and forth over the nub as he squeezed the soft skin. Opening his mouth wider he took in more of Grant's breast, sucking hard on it.
Grant gasped and pulled Damon's head tighter to his body, swaying and rocking his hips as his breasts were suckled. He pulled Damon's hand down and lifted up enough so that he could turn the man's hand palm up before he sat back down on it. "That's for you."
Damon hummed and petted Grant, stroking his fingers across the wet satiny panties. He switched breasts, licking and biting on the other breast and nipple. "Yeah? Just for me?"
"No one else," Grant murmured as he rocked over Damon's fingers, whimpering and crying out as Damon teased and worried at his nipples.
Damon growled against Grant's skin. "Good." He eased his fingers under the panties, stroking them across the smooth lips. "Mine."
"What are you going to do with it?" Grant sighed as he stilled when he felt Damon's fingers over his bare skin.
Damon looked up at Grant and grinned, mischievously. "What do you want me to do with it?" He slipped his fingers between Grant's lips stroking over the damp skin. He pulled them out then brought them to his face, inhaling deeply then licked them, closing his eyes. "Mmm."
Grant watched him, his eyes dancing with mischief as a smile played over his face. "I don't know, what would a big, strong, handsome man do with something like that?" he asked coyly before pulling Damon's fingers to his own lips and licking them.
Damon watched Grant's tongue wrap around his fingers and groaned. "Lots." He said breathlessly. He slid his other hand over Grant's chest and down to his stomach then cupped his groin, running his fingers along the wet panties once again.
"Like what?" Grant whispered, his eyes following Damon's hands and then shivering as he was fingered through the material.
Damon reached down and grabbed the panties with both hands, ripping the crotch out of them. He put the piece of fabric in his mouth and sucked on it for a moment, moaning softly then spat it out, grinning at Grant. "How's that?"
Grant smirked and then grinned, "Well, you've shown me what you can do to panties."
"Smart ass." Damon wrapped his hands around Grant's waist, lifted him from his lap and laid him on his back on the couch. He flipped up the little skirt and nuzzled Grant's thighs, nipping and licking the tanned skin as he worked his way to the warm damp center.
Grant hooked one lean leg over the back of the sofa while resting the other leg over Damon's shoulder. Tipping his head back he moaned softly and then put a hand on the top of Damon's head. "Are you sure we should do this? What if someone comes home?" he whispered.
Damon grinned as he pressed a kiss to Grant's lips and licked between them. "My house, my Injun. Who gives a damn." He nibbled on the soft smooth skin and licked over Grant's slit again.
The only answer was a sharp intake of breath from Grant as he arched his back and pushed up to meet Damon's gentle mouth. As Damon began to tease him further, he closed his eyes and let himself go in his fantasy, murmuring under his breath. "I'magoodgirl," over and over as Damon licked him.
Damon leaned up and looked down at Grant. "Are you ever." He pressed a kiss to Grant's mouth and then ran his tongue down his chin, licking and sucking his way to the ample chest. He curled his fingers around one breast and squeezed, moving the flesh to his mouth. Flicking his tongue back and forth over the pebbled flesh and blowing cool air across it before sucking it into his mouth; he gently bit the hardened flesh as his fingers went to work down low on Grant's body.
Damon spread the slit wide with his fingers and rubbed over the small opening, carefully sliding one finger inside of Grant, moaning around the breast in his mouth at the heat and tightness.
Grant stiffened as Damon suckled at his nipples, whimpering each time Damon pulled back on his tender flesh, his teeth sunk in. The little man's hips rocked gently over Damon's hand and as a finger was inserted into him, he cried out and dug his fingers into Damon's shoulders. He wondered in the back of his mind if he should tell Damon he'd cast a virginity spell on himself while in the bathroom.
Damon looked up at Grant with glazed eyes. "So tight, my Own." He eased a second finger into Grant and bent down to lick over the little clit. He pulled back the hood and licked across it softly then sucked it into his mouth.
Grant whined at the stretch and tried to move away, held fast under the weight of Damon's arm over his belly, nearly screaming as Damon's mouth closed over his exposed clit. His legs shook, his hands clenched in his husband's shirt. "Oh gods," he moaned softly and then cried out louder.
Damon hummed and moved off of Grant's clit, lapping once again at his slit. He licked around his fingers sucking one lip into his mouth and eased a third finger into Grant. He pulled off with a pop and looked back up at Grant smirking. "Got a condom baby?"
Grant squirmed; writhing as Damon gently stretched the tight opening. He looked up at his husband, confusion on his face as Damon asked for a condom, shaking his head no. "It's your house."
"Looks like we'll just have to stop then, Pet."
Grant shook as he pulled himself onto his elbows, looking at Damon in disbelief, surely he wasn't serious. "Stop?" he whispered.
Damon nodded in all seriousness. "Can't have you getting knocked up." He eased his fingers in and out of Grant once more before slowly pulling them free and sticking them in his mouth.
Grant looked up and Damon and then slowly sat up, pulling the skirt down over his tattered panties, not exactly certain what to think. He knew good and well that there were no condoms in that house, there hadn't been in years.
Damon eyed his husband. "Well, Pet? You want to stop?"
A slightly dazed look was on Grant's face as he looked up at Damon. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I don't have anything."
Damon sat back on the couch and undid his jeans, freeing his prick from the tight confines; he picked Grant up round the waist and had him straddled over his lap. Smirking, he held his cock with one hand and guided Grant down with the second. "Looks like we'll just have to rely on the rhythm method." He captured Grant's mouth again as he thrust up into his husband.
Grant cried out into the kiss as he was skewered in one thrust, his hands curled tightly over Damon's shoulders, nails digging in. His dark eyes opened wide as Damon claimed him.
Damon groaned as Grant's finger nails cut into him through the t-shirt. He hissed and leaned his head on Grant's chest. "Fuck... so tight." He eased out of Grant and slid back in slowly, looking up to meet Grant's eyes. "Pet?"
His mouth open slightly, Grant focused his eyes on Damon's and made a small noise as Damon pushed in again. "Damon."
"My Grant." Damon pulled Grant down for a kiss and wrapped his arms around the other man tightly. Slowly, he thrust up into Grant and he held on to him, rocking them back and forth on the couch.
"Thank you, thank you," Grant whispered hoarsely as he moved with his husband, sighing and nipping at the man's neck and jaw.
Damon moaned and leaned over on the couch, moving Grant to his back. He wrapped the other man's legs about his waist and thrust harder in to him.
Bending his head he took one of Grant's breasts into his mouth, sucking hard as he continued to slide in and out of Grant, picking up the pace as he could feel the clenching around him.
Reality and fantasy fused and Grant arched and writhed under his husband, pushing back up at him. He worked a hand between their bellies and got his fingernails under one corner of the bandage, pushing Damon up enough to rip it away with a wincing cry. "Your Grant, your winkte," he growled as he pulled Damon back down over him and wrapped his legs tighter.
"Mine." Damon growled in response and pounded harder into Grant. Back and forth he moved inside his husband, feeling the tight warm wetness around his cock and Grant's limp prick on his stomach. He keened softly and buried his face in Grant's neck, still plunging hard and deep.
Grant rocked his hips under Damon, meeting each stroke, clinging to the other man. He began to gasp and stiffen as his muscles started to contract around Damon's hard flesh, crying out as his orgasm was pulled from him.
Damon gasped as Grant clamped down on him and he bit down on the other man's shoulder in response as he let go of his control. He whined as his body was pulled taut from the release. "Fuck..., damn Grant..." He licked and kissed the abused skin and the impression of his teeth in the tanned shoulder. "Love you."
Sweaty and slick, Grant grinned up at Damon, one hand going to the amulet between them and pulling it from around his neck and letting it drop to the coffee table. "Holy crap, that was unreal," he laughed as his chest went back to normal and he ran his fingers through Damon's damp hair.
Damon chuckled. "Why? He sighed and laid his head on Grant's chest, slowly easing himself from his husband's body. "It was very much real, the sweat and semen prove it." He chuckled again and pressed a kiss to Grant's torso.
Grant swatted at Damon's shoulder good naturedly. "No, I mean that I actually felt like your girl for a few minutes, it was different."
Damon smirked. "You'll always be my girl. That's why I married you."
Tears pooled in Grant's eyes as he pushed himself up into Damon's arms and clung to him. "Thank you for understanding," he murmured, his lips pressed to his husband's jaw.
Damon sat back on his haunches and held Grant to him. He pressed a kiss to the dark hair and sighed. "My Injun."
"Did you miss the start of the second game?" Grant asked softly as he nestled in his husband's arms.
Damon closed his eyes and shrugged. "What game?"
"You know, that one with that team from Texas, the Cowpokes or Cowchips, something like that," Grant said teasingly.
Damon chuckled and shook his head. He eased his legs out from under him and carefully stood with Grant in his arms. "I think that would be the Cowboys and maybe after we shower I'll get back to it." He turned and headed for their bedroom.
Giggling in his arms, Grant kissed Damon's cheek. "Want to play cowboys and Indians?"
Damon laughed. "Why not? We'll dress you in a loin cloth and I'll chase you around the yard."
"I want to be the cowboy," Grant teased, "and chase you around."
Damon nearly dropped Grant at that, laughing so hard he had to stop and sit on the bed for a few moments. "Alright let me get a tomahawk."
Grant snorted. "You'd think by now you'd have realized it would be more realistic if you had a rifle." He looked up from the bed, still in the ruins of the little cheerleader's costume.
Damon shook his head. "I want a tomahawk or a bow and arrow or I'm not playing."
"How about moccasins?"
"Sure why the hell not?" Damon scooped up Grant again and carried him in to the bathroom. "Whatever your little heart desires. You want spurs and a horse too, Injun?" He bent and turned on the water faucet.
"Can I use them when I ride you?" Grant laughed as he began to peel the skirt, shoes, and socks off. "By the way, you owe me a pair of panties."
"I don't think so." Damon chuckled as he pulled his shirt off, watching as Grant stripped down as well. "One pair of panties coming up. Can I pick them out?"
"Sure as long as they are exactly like the ones you just chewed on," Grant smirked as he ripped away the last tatters of the satin.
"Damn." Damon muttered and shook his head and he shucked his jeans. He held back the shower door for Grant. "Come on Injun, let's get cleaned up. Looks like I am going to Victoria's Secrets."
Grant stepped into the spray and groaned as the hot water coursed over his body. "We can shop online for them baby. That's how I bought them," he said as he stepped back and let Damon join him.
Damon wrapped his arms around Grant. "And miss the salesgirl's face while I paw through all the panties? Oh hell no."
Grant laughed and shook his head. "I would have gone in, but Clangman's granddaughter is working there now."
Damon snorted. "Oh that ought to be fun. I can't wait." He ran his hands up and down Grant's body, then grabbed the loofa sponge and the body wash to cleanse his husband.
"We are not going to scare that girl into therapy, you old letch," Grant laughed as he closed his eyes, sighing softly as Damon took care of him.
Damon chuckled and bent to wash Grant's lower legs. "Aww, you take all the fun out of life." He ran the sponge between Grant's legs and carefully washed his genitals, shaking his head at the patch of reddened skin when Grant had ripped away the tape holding him in place.
Grant opened his eyes and saw Damon's actions. "Damon... I had to. I know it doesn't make any sense, but I had to hide it away from me more than you," he whispered.
Damon rinsed Grant with the cup and shook his head. "I understand it just makes my own jewels hurt." He pressed a light kiss to the inflamed skin and stood. "Turn around; I'll do your back."
Grant turned as instructed, smiling to himself, happy his husband understood. "Did you enjoy it at all?"
Damon laid his chin on Grant's shoulder for a moment letting the hot water course over both of them. "You have to ask?" He pinched Grant's bottom and began scrubbing his shoulders.
Grant nodded. "I've never asked for anything like that before..." He leaned back against Damon, starting slightly as he was pinched.
Damon sighed. "Your wish is my command, Pet." He wrapped his arms around his small husband and just held him for a moment.
"I love you, you know," Grant said as he picked up the scrubby and turned to wash Damon. "So tell me, what was her name?"
Damon chuckled. "I love you too. What was whose name?" He closed his eyes as Grant's hands ran over his body.
"The cheerleader you lusted after," Grant said as he worked over the scratches on his husband's shoulders. "I know you were a stud and a half."
Damon chuckled. "A stud and a half huh?" He turned around and let Grant wash his back. "Scrub hard, baby."
Grant scrubbed, laughing to himself as he thought of the different women in town that he knew Damon had gone to high school with. "Was it Fannie? I bet it was."
"Oh hell no." Damon snorted. "Her name was Rebecca somethingorother and she doesn't even live in this town anymore."
"Muggle or witch?" Grant asked as he kneaded the broad shoulders.
Damon sighed. "I don't remember, probably a witch. Why?"
"You remember, I know you do, you never forget anything," Grant teased lightly. "I'm just curious. I don't know hardly anything about your past paramours and you are the only one I've ever had any desire to kiss."
Damon yawned and slid past Grant to rinse his body. "Actually I don't remember I was too concerned with trying to get out of what I thought was a rotten situation. Da had retired and was at home all the time then and decided he didn't like how Mama and I were running things. He and I got into it more than once." He turned and looked at Grant. "The important thing is I found what I wanted in you."
Grant dropped his gaze; he understood that the subject was closed. "I'm so glad you were out there that day," he said as he reached out and grabbed a towel, waiting for Damon to shut the water off.
Damon spun the taps and turned to look at Grant. He tipped the little face up and smiled. "Brightened my whole outlook on life that day did and look what I got out of it. My Injun." He pressed a kiss to Grant's forehead and helped him out of the shower stall.