Jerimah Was A Bullfrog Title: Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog
Authors: sevs_lil_secret and unbroken_halo
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling. No copyright infringement is meant.
Summary: A slice of everyday life for Damon and Grant set December of 2000.
Warnings: None
Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog
Grant pulled his Mustang into the drive of the farmhouse and turned off the headlights, sighing as he noticed the POS was gone from the driveway. Damon was working at the bar that night. The small man opened the door of the car, pulling his briefcase and coat out with him. It was just after nine at night and he'd had an emergency to deal with at the hospital. Grant was tired and just wanted to unwind to forget about the day he'd just had. At least it was Friday and he was not on call for the weekend.
Once in the house, he found the note from Damon on the fridge telling him they were out of tea, the chickens and cats had been fed, and the other man had left a sandwich for him in the fridge; he'd be home later, he wasn't closing. Grant turned and walked to the laundry room, heaving his coat and briefcase into the room and slamming the door after it. His weekend had started.
Opening the refrigerator door, he eyed the soggy looking tuna sandwich on one shelf and wrinkled his nose. No. Rummaging further, he moved the ale Damon had brought home the other night and paused. Eyeing the bottles he shrugged to himself, why not? He didn't have to go anywhere, wasn't working tomorrow, it would help him relax, and he needed something to do while he waited for Damon to come home.
He took one cold bottle, opening it with the opener before bringing it to his lips and tipping it back. He grimaced after the first few swallows, looking at it in distaste as he walked out of the kitchen to the bedroom where he changed into his knee length nightshirt. Going back to the living room, he popped in a DVD he liked and settled on the comfortable sofa under a plush throw. He pulled the tie out of his braid and shook his hair loose while he finished that beer and summoned another from the kitchen.
The movie was over, the ale gone, the rum and a bottle of coke sitting on the coffee table and Grant was feeling... interesting when the headlights from the POS splashed through the darkness and he heard the rumbling engine shut off.
Damon laid his head on the steering wheel and sighed. Tonight was the full moon and all the crazies had been out. Three times he had to eject some idiot that was ten feet tall and bullet proof and more than once he had taken a fist to the face tonight from said drunk bubba. He groaned and slithered out of the truck, slamming the door to make certain it shut. He was tired and felt like he had been ran over by a Mack truck... scratch that... a Peterbuilt and the Mack. He rubbed his tender jaw carefully and climbed up the back steps.
Opening the door to the kitchen Damon stepped through quietly then realized his husband was still up. "Grant? Baby, are you awake?" He called out to his mate and then went to get an ice pack from the freezer.
Grant swung his heavy head around to look in the direction of the kitchen. Okay, maybe he was drunker than he thought. " 'm nhre baby," he slurred and picked up his wand to summon a few more ice cubes from the kitchen for his glass. It was really amazing; this crap didn't taste quite so bad now. He refilled his glass over three quarters full of the soda and poured a liberal splash of the rum into it before taking a swallow.
He looked around the living room, blinking owlishly, realizing he'd made a mess. "Gotta clean this up," he mumbled to himself and sat up, putting his feet on the floor before mustering the courage to stand. He rose a few inches off the sofa and fell back again. Shit. "Dam'n... I think 'm drunk."
Damon closed his eyes as the ice cubes flew from his hands and then he heard his husband slurring and he shook his head. He wondered just exactly how much his husband had. There really wasn't that much alcohol in the house even though that didn't matter; it didn't take much for the small man to get completely toasted. He set the now empty ice bag on the counter and walked into the living room to find Grant sprawled on the couch.
He smirked at his husband and sat down next to the younger man. He ran a hand through the loose dark locks and shook his head. "Really, you don't say?"
Grant grinned up at him happily. "I think so," he said and leaned into Damon's hand. "What hap'n to your face? Looks like hell." He mumbled and reached gentle fingers out to caress the swollen jaw. "Lemmee fix't." He picked up his wand and began to mumble a spell to combat bruising while he stroked the abused face.
He sat his wand back down and picked up his glass once more. "Do you wanna drink?"
"Bar life, baby." Damon chuckled. His face didn't sting any less and he wondered what he looked like now since he hadn't recognized the mumbling his inebriated husband had uttered. He reached across his love and took the glass from his hand. "No thank you and I believe you've had enough for this evening as well."
He shook his head slightly and leaned back in the couch. "What possessed you to drink this evening, Pet?" He knew it was extremely rare that Grant would imbibe.
Grant frowned at Damon and reached up to touch his face again. "Din't work, hol’ on," he mumbled and picked up his wand again, this time summoning the salve Damon would use to rub into the younger man's back after a hard session. He tried to catch it, but it ended up smacking the smaller man in the chest instead. "This'll do." He dipped out a liberal amount and soothed it over Damon's jaw, cheek, nose, ear, forehead, by now he was simply petting his husband as he spread the pleasant smelling unguent on his face.
He recapped the jar and dropped it to the floor before reaching over and taking his drink back. "Nope, not done yet. I hate people," he muttered and drank again. He'd had the office call Damon and let him know he would be running late, but not why. He was still unhappy with the patient he'd had to see that evening. "Sometimes I th'nk they sh' all dis'pr."
Damon nodded and rubbed his face working in the extra salve that Grant's sporadic caresses missed. He took the drink from Grant once more and banished it and the rum bottle to the kitchen. He pulled the smaller man in his lap and nuzzled him. "Talk to me Pet." He rubbed his husband's back and sighed as he snuggled the small man under his chin.
"I had a bas'tid that... that hates queers need talking down bec'se he was high on sh't an threaten' his life," Grant mumbled and rubbed his fingers over Damon's chest. "Got to l'sten him spout hate for... for...for a long time." The smaller man looked around quizzically. "Whr'ed my drink go?"
It took Damon a moment to decipher what Grant had been talking about and he shook his head. He was about sick and tired of how the practice was treating his husband. A practice that Grant had help form. He ran a hand over the younger man's hair once more and kissed the top of his head. "You don't need any more to drink." He tipped the other man's face up and kissed his softly. "Leave it at the door, baby. He's not allowed in our home and you shouldn't let him bother you."
Big brown eyes looked back at Damon and Grant nodded solemnly. "You're the boss," he said carefully and made a shooing motion at the door. "Be gone asshole... can't come in here." He looked around the sofa and on the coffee table. "I made a mess."
Grant was quiet for a moment and then remembered Damon's face. "Who hit you?" he asked as he picked up his wand and attempted to banish the mess from the living room.
Damon took Grant's wand from him. He happened to like the furniture as it was. "Just leave it, Pet. It will still be here tomorrow and I'm tired and so are you."
He shook his head and chuckled. "I told you an idiot at the bar, Pet. Sheriff Townshead has a nice room for them until morning."
His head bobbing as only a drunk's can, Grant regarded this bit of information. "Take me down there, I'll kick his ass," he said and tried to get to his feet. Falling back on his butt, he looked up at Damon once more. "Mad at me?"
Damon snorted and shook his head. He pulled the other man back to his feet and scooped him into his arms. He carried Grant into their bedroom and then through to the bathroom. He set the younger man on the toilet and looked at his face. "Robert already took care of him, baby." He smiled at his husband and then reached forward to strip him out of his nightshirt then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Grant flopped around a little like a rag doll as Damon undressed him and he looked at him in consternation. "Why am I getting naked?" he asked, poking Damon lightly in the stomach with a finger.
"Because I need a shower and they are more fun with another person." Damon chuckled and grabbed the insistent finger. None of that now or I'll send you to bed alone." He brought Grant's hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of his wrist then turned the small hand over and kissed his palm. "Shall I scrub your back then you can do mine?" He ran a hand down his husband's thin back and pulled him close.
Grant nodded and then looked worriedly at the bathtub. "I'm not sure if 'm sober enough," he said and then shrugged. Damon would catch him if he fell, he always did. He laid his head on Damon's flat belly and sighed softly. "Did you know yer my hero?" The smaller man nuzzled his face against the other man's warm skin and licked his lips. He shivered in the chilly bathroom and tried to wrap himself up in the other man. "Don' get my hair wet, k?"
Damon chuckled and flicked his wand at the tub filling it with water then cast a warming charm on the room. He petted Grant's hair and pulled it up into a topknot and let the length cascade down his back. Carefully he leaned Grant back and stripped out of his clothes then picked up his husband once more before settling them in the bathtub. He arranged his legs and settled the younger man down inbetween them, then pulled his husband against his chest. "Is this better?" He murmured across the Lakhota’s ear.
He filled the cup Grant kept on the tub and poured it over the other man's chest, his fingers following the little rivers of water down the man's small frame.
Grant smiled as he was settled into the hot water and nestled back against Damon's chest. "So much better," he sighed as he water cascaded over his chest. "I'm sorry you had a bad night." He leaned his head back on the strong shoulder of his husband and relaxed in the warmth.
After a short time, Grant began to sober up in the water and blinked his eyes painfully in the light of the bathroom. "I can't believe I got plastered Damon, I'm sorry," he muttered and pulled a washcloth down from the little table next to the tub and covered his eyes.
Damon chuckled and reached for his wand. He summoned one of Sev's potions from the medicine cabinet. "Here, My Own." He held the Pepper-up potion to his husband. "It happens to the best of us, Grant. There's no need to be sorry."
Eyes still closed, Grant uncorked the bottle and raised it to his lips, swallowing the contents and shuddering as the steam poured out of his ears and his head cleared immediately. "Thank you Damon," he said softly and dropped the vial to the bath rug where it landed unharmed. "It was just one of those nights. Merlin, I hate people some days."
He shook his head and remembered the young man he'd spent the evening being verbally abused by because he was trying to provoke someone into fighting with him. Unfortunately the young man was not a stranger to the Wolffe's; he was a great nephew to the old woman that lived next door to them. It always amazed him how differently people in the same family could be.
Damon sighed and pulled Grant back against him once more. It wasn't often he wanted to do things like this but sometimes the opportunity presented itself and you just had to take advantage of it. No matter how bad his night had been Grant was normally the one to try and cheer him. It was good to repay the favour sometimes. He reached up and rubbed Grant's neck. "People are strange, Pet and I totally sympathise with your opinion."
Grant let his head fall forward as Damon rubbed his neck and he closed his eyes as he thought of the upcoming holidays. "I'm not on call this weekend baby," he said as he leaned forward and let Damon's hand move further down his back. "Maybe we could drive down to Charleston to do some shopping tomorrow and stay the night?"
Damon cringed. Shopping? Ugh. "I suppose we could. I don't think there is anything going on at the bar this weekend." He slid his hand down below the water level and caressed Grant's lower back and pinched on butt cheek.
Grant smiled, he knew how much Damon hated to shop. He giggled and wriggled his bottom in the water when Damon pinched him. "You could always let me have the credit cards and I could go with your mother," he chuckled as he ran his hands over the tops of Damon's thighs.
Damon let out a bark of laughter. "You and my mother loose in the city with my credit cards, I don't think so." He pressed a kiss to the back of the tanned man's neck. "Want to go skiing while we are there?"
Grant thought about the possibility of skiing over the weekend and smiled. He'd not been in years and it was something he did enjoy. "That sounds like a good time Damon, it's been forever since we went," he said and twisted around a little to face Damon. "Freshen my mouth please?" He remembered the older man had taken his wand away from him.
Damon grinned and picked up his wand again to make his husband's mouth minty fresh. "Better?" He leaned forward and captured the soft lips, hungrily.
"Mmmmhmmm," was all Grant could say as he kissed his husband slowly, licking at the inside of Damon's mouth with his little tongue. He turned himself all the way around and got up on his knees between Damon's legs and put his arms around the blond's neck, deepening the kiss and pressing his body against the other man.
Damon hugged Grant close, running his hands down the slick tanned skin and cupping his bottom. He gently broke Grant's kiss and smiled up at his husband. "We can go shopping so long as my mother stays here."
"Good, she wears me out," Grant said as he leaned back and then got to his feet in the water. "I'm ready to get out, I'm all pruney." He looked at his fingertips and chuckled as he carefully stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped up in a big towel to dry off.
Damon shook his head and stood pulling the plug from the tub with his toes and sliding the shower door shut. "Just let me shower off, Pet and then I'll be out in a moment." He turned the water on again and stepped under the massaging spray, sighing as it beat his stressed away. "Certain you don't want to wash my back?" He grinned at his husband through the fogged glass door.
Grant shook his head and dropped his towel to the floor before sliding the shower door back and stepping in behind his husband. "Let me have the washcloth and I'll be happy to scrub your back," he said as he pressed his lips to the broad back and kissing his man's shoulder blades. He held his hand out for the cloth and picked up his shower gel. He kneaded the muscles in Damon's back as he scrubbed, smiling as he listened to the content grunts from the blond.
Damon leaned forward and laid his forehead against the wall. "Thank you Pet. I'll do you when you are finished." He groaned loudly and ran a hand over his chest moving the lather from his shoulders to the front of his body. "Want me to shampoo your hair and braid it up afterwards?" He knew Grant could do that on his own but he loved to play with the dark locks.
Grant smiled as he finished washing Damon's back. "You can if you like, baby," he said as he dropped the wet cloth to the corner of the tub and hugged Damon from behind. He liked it when the other man would wash his hair; it was long enough to be a pain in the ass, but when he'd mentioned getting it cut Damon had tossed a fit.
Damon rubbed his hand over the smaller ones wrapped about his waist. He rinsed the soap from his body and reached back to pull the elastic from Grant's hair. He moved the other man around to where he was standing in the spray and lifted the heavy wet strands letting the water soak through his scalp. The blond stepped back and turned Grant around and lifted the shampoo. He poured a goodly amount into his hands and emulsified it before driving his fingers into the thick hair. Damon scrubbed and massaged Grant's head starting at his temples and working his way back to rub on his neck.
Grant let a sigh escape him as he felt the strong fingers working in his hair and on his scalp. His hair weighed heavily and he tipped his head back, his face out of the spray. "Do you think I could get my hair trimmed while we are in Charleston? Just a few inches, I know it needs it desperately," he said and groaned as his temples were massaged again.
Damon nodded. "Trim only. No more than three inches though." He bent and kissed his husband softly. "Close your eyes, baby. Let me rinse it out and then I work the conditioner through." He pressed another kiss to Grant's lips then tilted the tanned face forward again and let the water wash the suds from the silky strands.
Once the bubbles were gone, Damon worked in the thick, creamy conditioner in and continued his massage. He then rinsed that from the black hair leaving just a bit still in his hair so it would be more manageable. He reached around Grant and turned off the water then summoned the towels with an often-unused wandless spell.
He wrapped one around the smaller man's body and then a second around his head. "There you go. Feel better?" He asked as he opened the shower door and lifted his husband out to the bath mat. He bent to pick up the empty potion bottle and tossed it up onto the counter.
Grant nearly purred as his feet came in contact with the warm fluffy bath rug and he stepped out of Damon's way while he towelled himself dry. "Thank you Damon, I feel a lot better. I really do know better than to get drunk," he said as he hung one towel up to dry and began to work on his hair. He smiled as he watched Damon step out and dry his muscular frame. "You just get sexier with age, did you know that?" He reached out and playfully pinched Damon's butt.
Damon chuckled and tied his towel around his waist. He pulled Grant to him, taking the towel and gently squeezing the water from his hair. "So do you, My Injun." He turned and handed Grant the comb and two dry elastics then scooped him up again to cart him to the bedroom.
The former Marine settled himself on the bed and then placed Grant between his legs so he could work out the snarls in his hair and braid it before bed. He lifted the damp hair and pressed a kiss to Grant's shoulder then nipped him gently.
Chuckling as his hair was combed out gently, Grant reached behind himself and ran his hand up under Damon's towel, giving his husband a gentle squeeze. "I like it when you bite me," he smiled, moving his hand and stroking the other man's leg. "What time do you want to leave tomorrow? It isn't supposed to snow tonight, is it?"
Damon smiled and pulled Grant's hair gently. "Don't tease." He quickly tugged the thick hair into a ponytail and patted Grant's shoulder for an elastic. "Not too early, I'd like to sleep in a bit." He wrapped the tie around Grant's tail and then began to braid the slightly damp strands. He nearly groaned when he though how wavy the hair would be tomorrow morning once it was dry. "Merlin, I hope it doesn't snow tonight but if it does there's studs on the 'Stang if you still want to go."
"Too tired tonight?" Grant asked as he handed another elastic to Damon over his shoulder. He thought about the impromptu trip and sighed. "Maybe we should just stay home. I can go into Wheeling and finish the shopping up that I can't do here in town. That way we can sleep late and I'll be home to cook supper, okay?"
The smaller man was starting to get cold sitting nude on the bed and he leaned forward to pull another flannel nightshirt out of his drawer. "Do you want your sweats?" he asked Damon as he pulled the garment over his head.
Damon shook his head. "I am never too tired for you, my Grant." He leaned back and watched his husband dress, debating on the merits of getting dressed for bed. He stood and pulled back the blankets, sliding under them nude. "We can still go shopping tomorrow. We'll sleep late and go into Charleston and shop and have dinner there." He held out a hand to the younger man. "We can even get a room if you want and stay the night there and leave the morning after if you wish. Just a little getaway before the final holiday craziness sets in."
Grant turned and took Damon's hand before he slide beneath the blankets the older man was holding up for him. He noticed the fact Damon had forgone his pyjamas and smiled. He pressed his body close against Damon's, letting the other man's arm pillow his head and his chin rest on the top of Grant's head.
Nimble fingers stroked over Damon's chest, idly playing in the hair there as Grant pressed gentle kisses to his husband's throat. He didn't know if he felt like making love that night or not and would let Damon decide for them. "I love you," he breathed over the skin of his lover.
"I love you too." Damon scooted them down in the bed, snuggling Grant closer. He knew there was a reason he didn't want any pyjamas tonight. Between his husband warmth and the blankets he was quite content to just lay here holding his husband. He ran his hand along the other man's back then kissed the top of his head. "So what do you say about spending the weekend away? Just the two of us. We'll hide out in Charleston and leave the cell phones behind. Shop and eat out, just spending money on ourselves and the gifts for the family." He grinned. "Then come back to the hotel room, have room service and make love all night.
Grant kissed his husband's lips softly and wrapped his arm over the man's side, as he was held close. "I think that sounds wonderful Damon. Do you think we might be able to find another kaleidoscope at Pritcherts? I love the one we found a few years ago," he said as he thought about the small collection of antique brass and glass illusionairies he'd accumulated over the years and were displayed in various spots around the house. He could feel his eyes getting heavy and the steady breathing and heartbeat of his man was lulling him to sleep.
Damon kissed Grant tenderly again and pulled him flush with his body. "You can have anything you wish, My Injun." He whispered softly and closed his eyes. He snuggled the other man and stuck one hand out of the blankets and waved the lights out. He yawned and tucked the blanket back around the smaller man and wrapped his arm around the slim waist, tangling their legs together as he began to drift off.