AN: To those readers who may be victims of domestic violence, you may want to skip this fic. Domestic Violence occurs everyday and there is no way to lighten it up. There are some very real and harsh scenes in this fic. Once again, be reminded of the age and the times Grant and Damon grew up and what was considered acceptable for their generation. We do NOT condone violence of this sort, far from it, but it is a part of the Wolffe’s marital history unfortunately.
Damon stood on the porch staring at the kitchen door. He sank to one of the chairs and pulled off his boot pouring the creek water out of the soggy leather. He dropped the heavy boot to the porch and removed the other. The soaked socks followed and then his shirt. He swallowed and stood peeling the sodden jeans and boxers from his body. He wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door and stepped into the house.
Grant looked up to where his towel clad husband was standing in the doorway. He shook his head and went to the laundry room to pull out a pair of Damon’s sleep pants, bringing them to him. “Here you are, put these on. I’m making something to eat, do you want something as well?” he asked as he stepped past the other man and onto the porch where he picked up the soaked clothing and boots, bringing it all in. He dumped the clothes in the washer and set the boots on top of the dryer where he stuffed them with wadded up news paper and towel off the outside good.
Damon sighed. “Please.” He said softly. He watched Grant for a moment before leaving the kitchen. He stopped at the swinging door. “Did he leave?”
“No, he’s asleep in the bedroom. Did you throw him out?” Grant asked as he went back to cooking.
“No. Are you certain he’s sleeping? He’s not unconscious?” The blond man asked softly.
Grant turned to look at his husband. “He was talking to me a few minutes ago. He took something for pain, so he’s a little groggy. I’m fixing him something to eat,” he said as he picked up Damon’s coffee mug from the drain board and filled it with fresh coffee, taking it in to where his husband stood.
Damon nodded and looked over his shoulder at Grant. He reached out and ran his hand along the other man’s cheek and sighed. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He took the cup and stared at Grant for a few more minutes. “You’re certain he’s alright?”
Grant nodded, but he went into the small bedroom once more and shook Severus’ shoulder. “Sev, do you want bacon or sausage?”
One dark eye opened. “Bangers.” He lifted a hand and measured out a small space with his index finger and thumb. “Smokies?”
Grant smiled down at him and patted his shoulder. “Yes, I’ll make the smokies for you.” He tucked the blanket back up around him and went back to where Damon stood. “He’s awake enough to be picky.”
Damon nodded and handed the mug back to Grant. “Alright.” he reached out and caressed Grant’s cheek again. “Did you really shoot at us?”
Grant lowered his eyes. “Yes. I was thinking about shooting one of the bikes, but I like them.”
Damon stared at him. “You didn’t hit the tires, did you?”
Grant raised his eyes and pulled back from Damon. “I do know how to aim and hit what I am aiming for,” he huffed and turned to go back into the kitchen, muttering under his breath.
“Thank you for not shooting Severus.” Damon said softly and made for the stairs. He looked at the portraits on the wall and stared for a moment. “How did you fix the pictures?” He turned and looked at his husband.
Grant shook his head. “I know better than to even try. Severus did it, and why would I have shot Severus?” he asked as he crossed his arms at his waist and looked up at his husband.
“I never said you did.” Damon answered and finished climbing the stairs to their room. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.” He softly closed the door behind him.
Grant shook his head and rolled his eyes, he didn’t know what was wrong now, he supposed he’d find out soon enough. He went back to the kitchen and finished cooking. He made Severus a plate and took it into him and when he got the boy roused enough that he could hold his plate and feed himself, he went back to fix Damon’s plate, setting it on the table with a warming charm. He made his own and sat down with a nursery catalogue, thumbing through it as he waited for Damon to reappear.
Damon stood under the shower spray with the hot water on full blast, steam filling the bathroom. He eventually had to go back downstairs and face Grant and Severus both, but he had no idea what to say to the two men. He rubbed his face and finished his bath, scrubbing his body hard and leaving the skin red from the searing heat and the harsh washing.
When the water began to run cold he shut it off and stepped out of the stall. He towelled off and put on the pants Grant had given him then padded down the stairs to the kitchen. Grant looked up and silently stood to fetch him a fresh cup of coffee, setting it beside his plate before he sat back down in front of his own. “It’s ready Damon,” he said as he folded the catalogue to one page and set it to one side, not wanting to be rude and read at the table.
Damon sat and stared at the plate of food. “Make me a list and I’ll go to the nursery and pick up everything for you.” He picked up his fork and stabbed at the huge strawberry on his waffles. “Where’s Severus?”
Grant watched Damon poking at his food and bit his lip. “I told him to eat in there so he wasn’t stumbling everywhere. Do you want something different?” he asked as he stood and took Damon’s plate and picked up his own as well, carrying them to the trash. “I’ll make you some grits and eggs, just give me a minute.” He dumped both plates and went back to the stove and put a pot of water on to boil.
“You don’t have to do that. I would have eaten the waffles.” Damon said softly. He eyed Grant. “Do you want me to leave now… to go to the nursery?” He scooted his chair back from the table and stood.
“Damon, the nursery is closed today, just sit down, I’ll have this done in a few minutes,” Grant said as he reached out and patted the chair. “Do you want something while you’re waiting?”
The older man nodded and sat back down. “Come here.”
Grant checked the flame under the pot and then went to stand in front of his husband. “Yes sir?”
Damon pulled Grant into his lap and wrapped his arms around the younger man. Carefully he ran a hand over the dark hair and held tightly to the other man. He buried his face in Grant’s hair. He rocked in the chair holding onto his husband, biting his lip as he held on to his last bit of sanity.
Grant ran his hands over Damon’s arms gently, making shushing noises and turning to kiss the older man softly. “It’s alright Damon, it’s alright,” he soothed.
“I’m sorry.” The former Marine murmured into the thick strands and squeezed the other man tighter to him. He continued to rock and hold on to Grant, gathering the younger man’s calmness and drawing it into himself. “I love you Grant.”
“I love you too,” Grant said softly as he ran his fingers over Damon’s short hair. “I’m sorry too, I know better than to get mouthy with you. I’m sorry.” He tipped his husband’s face up and looked at the bruises and scrapes. “I’ll get the first aid kit, hold on a moment.” He stood up and walked to the cabinet where he kept the small first aid kit for the inevitable scraped knuckles and smashed thumbs Damon got while working outside. He brought it back to the table and set it down before going back to the stove and adding the grits to the boiling water and adjusting the heat.
Damon pulled Grant back down into his lap and opened the first aid kit. He treated Grant’s split lip and carefully rubbed the bruise salve onto his cheek. “I know better than to drink. It doesn’t help anything.” He ran his fingers along the now vanishing bruise and sighed. “I don’t want to hear anymore about it being your fault. You and I both know it wouldn’t have never happened if I had come straight home. Charlie needed an ear and I couldn’t listen without some help. He arrived there just as I was found.”
He packed up the first aid kit and handed it back to Grant. “Tonight before bed, I’ll put the salve on your scalp. Let my marks stand, I asked for them.”
“Damn right you did, you wanker.” Severus slurred out. He had heard every bit of Damon’s little speech. “I can’t believe you let him get away with this, Grant.” He carefully made his way into the kitchen, clutching the plate in one hand and the counter in the other. He sat the dishes in the sink and turned to face the couple. “You are no better than my father.” Severus whispered softly.
Grant shook his head and stood to face Severus. “No, you don’t understand. He isn’t like him at all,” he said softly as he stroked Damon’s shoulder. “Damon isn’t abusive, he’s not like that.”
Severus looked down into Grant’s eyes, his face softening and then he frowned as he listened to the other man’s explanations. “Oh no, Grant he’s not abusive. He just came home, completely arseholed and battered you around. Let you take the blame for something that was entirely his own fault… ”
“Severus shut-up.” Damon whispered softly.
“He treats you like shite, Grant and you let him. You give him everything of yourself.” The tall Brit continued, his arms swinging wide with his words.
“Shut. Up. Severus. You’re in over your head, boy.” Damon hissed again.
Severus made to touch the other man and dropped his hand. “Everything you do, he comes first and he doesn’t deserve it. You deserve better.” He swayed and leaned back against the counter. “He doesn’t appreciate you like you need.”
Damon shook his head. “Fucking idiots on meds.” He muttered softly. He let the young man play out the ropes for his own hanging.
Severus glared at Damon and looked at Grant again. “You are my… friend Grant and I care very much for you.” He reached out and touched the fading bruise. “It’s not right, he gets to keep you and treat you so.” He finished softly.
Grant looked at the younger man incredulously and then back at his husband as if he were looking for reassurance. “Sev…sweetie, you don’t understand how things are here,” he began and reached up to take the long fingered hand from his face. “Damon is my heart, I give him everything of me because it is who I am. He takes care of me and loves me in return. What you saw is an aberration in his behaviour. I should have just stayed upstairs with my mouth shut and he would have just gone to sleep.” He turned and looked to Damon for help, he didn’t know what else to say to the younger man, but he didn’t want either of them to hate the other one.
Severus touched Grant’s face and Damon rolled his eyes. He sat back in the chair and shook his head. He was afraid of this and sometimes you just had to let things play out as they would. He himself had been in Severus’ shoes and understood, whether or not Grant would when the light bulb finally went on was another story all together. The former Marine was confident in his husband regardless of the fact he had acted like an ass. He sighed and waited for the inevitable conclusion.
The Potions Master turned Grant’s face back to him and licked his lips before speaking. “That’s what I am saying Grant. You gave him your heart and he treated it like rubbish. He shouldn’t do that… I wouldn’t.”
Grant reached up again and took the younger man’s hand away. “I am glad you would never strike another in anger Severus, whomever you choose to be with will be a very lucky man,” he said gently as he gave that hand a gentle squeeze and let go. He watched the younger man sway on his feet and frowned. “Sev, I think you need to go lie back down now, you look like you are getting ready to fall over.”
The smaller man glanced back at his husband. “Will you help me get him back to bed?” He quickly turned back as Severus swayed violently again. “Come on, back to bed with you.”
Damon smirked. “I’ll help heal him but I don’t think he wants me near you.” He drew his wand and quickly cast the charms over the younger man. The bruises on the pale face disappeared and Damon sighed. “Come upstairs once you get him down, please.” He stood and left the kitchen.
Severus wrapped an arm around Grant’s shoulders. “See. I told you.” He said softly. “I wouldn’t leave you alone with someone like me.” He traced the smooth cheek and smiled at the smaller man. “You deserve so much more, Grant.”
Grant rolled his eyes as Damon left and muttered something about a pissing contest as he took Severus’ hand from his face once more. “Come on Sev, let’s get you to bed,” he murmured as he began to lead the tall man out of the kitchen and back into his bedroom. He gently pushed him to sit him on the bed.
“Okay Sev, let’s get your legs up now,” he said as he bent down to pick up the long narrow feet and turned Severus so that he was laying back on his pillows. He stood up and looked down at him concern on his face. “Did he fix all of your bruises?”
Severus nodded and looked up at the older man. “You are priceless, Grant.” He pulled the other man down and pressed his lips to the full mouth.
Grant’s eyes widened in shocked surprise and he pushed away from Severus speechless. “What are you doing? You can’t do that…” He wiped at his mouth and backed up another step while shaking his head. “No, no, no….I’m his property.” He backed towards the busted door trying to keep an eye on the man on the bed.
Severus closed his eyes and laid on the bed, frowning. “I know what no means, Grant.” He said softly. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” Dark eyes opened and met the older man’s. “I still stand by what I said. I wouldn’t treat you as property.”
He shook his head. “Go on back to him, Grant. “I’ll leave tomorrow, if that’s alright with you. I won’t try again.”
Grant didn’t know what to say or do, so he turned and hurried out of the small bedroom and then upstairs to where his husband was waiting for him. Oh Merlin, what was he going to tell Damon… He slowly opened the bedroom door and slipped in quietly, looking to where Damon was sitting on the bed. Biting his lower lip, he crossed the room to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He scrubbed his mouth with soap and water, drying his face roughly before he went back out and knelt down at his husband’s feet.
Damon looked down at Grant and then drew his cigarettes and an astray out of the drawer. He hadn’t smoked in five years but after everything that had happened he needed to do something with his hands. The nicotine flooded his system again and he sighed. He reached out and placed a hand on Grant’s head. “Did he get it out of his system? Promised you everything if you would just leave with him?”
Tears rolled down Grant’s cheeks as Damon questioned him. “No…he kissed me. I’m sorry Damon. I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong…” he blurted out quickly, not sure how Damon was going to react. He couldn’t stop the flinch when Damon pulled his hand back from his head.
Damon sucked in a breath as if he had been sucker punched. He choked on the smoke from the Marlboro and stared at his husband as the younger man flinched. Grant had never shied away from his touch and everything he had done hit him all at once. He swallowed and hung his head. “Do you want me to leave you to him?”
Grant dropped to his belly and laid his cheek on his husband’s foot. “No, no, no please don’t leave. I told him what I am, he knows I’m your property,” he whispered as he curled one arm around Damon’s lower leg as if to keep him still.
Damon choked back a sob, crushed out the cigarette and pulled the smaller man up into his arms. He rubbed Grant’s back. “Shhh. I won’t baby. I just had to make certain of your wishes. I would have let you go if that is what you wanted.” He clung to the other man, holding him tightly to his chest. “My Injun, I am so sorry to have put you in that place.”
“I know where I belong Damon, I’ve never forgotten that,” Grant whispered as he laid his head on Damon’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “Severus says he’s leaving tomorrow. Are you mad at him still?” He pressed himself against Damon and sighed.
Damon nodded. “He can leave if he wants. I was never mad at him in the first place.” He tipped Grant’s face up to look him in the eyes. “He’s confused, pet and once he realizes what he has done and said, he’ll most likely be right embarrassed.” He swallowed. “It happens sometimes. I did the same to my mentor as well.”
“How should I act around him? I don’t want to lose him as part of our lives because of this, we won’t, will we?” he asked worriedly.
Damon shrugged, “It’s entirely possible, baby. That‘s his decision to make.” He sighed. “Did you make it perfectly clear you didn’t feel the same?” His blue eyes searched the tanned face.
Grant nodded. “I think so, I told him he couldn’t do that, that I was your property. He told me he knew what no meant…” He looked up at Damon and bit his lower lip. “I’m sorry Damon, I didn’t kiss him back, he just grabbed me…please don’t be angry with me.”
Damon smiled and nodded. “I’m not, my Grant. If he decides to stay then treat him no different and make certain he knows that no will continue to mean no.” He leaned forward and claimed Grant’s mouth. “If he makes another play for you though I will have his balls hanging from the POS’s mirror.” He captured Grant’s mouth once more.
Grant blushed and opened his mouth more for his husband. He’d never admit it, but he liked Damon being jealous sometimes. “Sir, we have to take care of the POS and the door downstairs later,” he murmured and licked at Damon’s mouth as he sighed softly.
Damon chuckled and kissed down the side of Grant’s face. “That shit can wait. There’s someone I need to take care of right here.” He gently ran his fingers through Grant’s hair and kissed him again.
Grant snorted softly as he stroked his husband’s stubbled cheek. “That would be why I said later, old man,” he chuckled and nipped at the man’s swollen lower lip. He’d not be gentle when he touched his wounds.
Damon hissed. “Hey boy, I’m the sadist remember. I give the pain, not receive it.” He tightened his fingers in Grant’s hair but didn’t pull it. “Let’s keep that in mind, shall we?” He nibbled down Grant’s face then sank his teeth into the tanned shoulder.
Grant licked his lips and moaned before he lowered his head and bit Damon’s neck, sinking his little teeth in and growling softly. “I never forget,” he whispered hoarsely as he dug his fingers into Damon’s upper arms.
Damon moaned. “You want to play roughly, pet?” He untangled his fingers from Grant’s hair and tossed the smaller man off his lap to lie next to him on the bed. He covered the lean body with his own, grinding himself into Grant.
He raised Grant’s arms over his head and clasped both of the smaller hands in one of his own and raised up to run a hand roughly across the slender body.
Grant managed to get his legs free and wrapped them around the other man’s waist as he grinned up at him. “I want you to claim what is yours, don’t let me forget,” he said and leaned up enough to nip at Damon’s mouth again, whimpering as he felt the burn and stretch in his arms.
Damon bent his head and bit the other man through the t-shirt, rolling the nipple between his teeth. He pulled back bringing the flesh and shirt with him. He sat up and ripped the shirt from the other man and ran his hands over the tanned chest, pinching and pulling on his husband’s skin. “Mine.” He growled and bent, roughly captured Grant’s mouth again, biting and scraping his teeth against the other man’s.
Grant moaned and arched up against Damon’s body, rubbing his small erection against Damon’s. “Yours,” he panted as he pulled his mouth away enough to sink his teeth into the other man’s cut lip once more. Grant wrapped his arms around Damon’s shoulders and dug his short nails into his husband’s grass cut flesh.
Damon hissed and pressed down into Grant and at the same time pulled his bottom lip from the man‘s sharp teeth. Blood welled up from the reopened cut and he slid his mouth down Grant’s chest, rubbing the slick red fluid on the peaked nipples then licking it roughly off and chewing on the tanned flesh.
He left red kiss marks on the sun kissed skin and leaned away to admire the erotic art works below him.
“Marked in your blood,” Grant whispered as he writhed under Damon. He reached a hand down between the two of them and rubbed at himself through his thin shorts. His hand pressed flat against himself as he pushed back up to Damon.
Damon slid down the smaller man’s body and tugged the shorts with him as he went. He bent and took the small cock into his mouth swallowing around and pulling on the foreskin with his teeth as he moved off of Grant and sucked him back in again.
Grant’s eyes rolled and he groaned loudly as Damon went down on him, vigorously. He could swear he could feel his soul being pulled out of his body. “Stop that and fuck me old man,” he panted as he pushed the other man off of him, he didn’t want to come without being on his husband.
Damon sucked hard once more and pulled off his man with a pop. He grinned up at the other man and flipped him over. He bent down again and licked across one tanned cheek and then smacked the rounded globe. He buried his nose between Grant’s bottom and wiggled his tongue against the small entrance to his body
Grant sucked his breath in and came up on his knees, pushing his bottom back into Damon’s face, silently demanding to be breached by his tongue. He dropped his head and cried out in pleasure as he reached back between his spread thighs and plunged his fingers into his wet slit.
Damon reached up to grab and spread Grant’s cheeks. He stabbed his tongue into the pink opening. He ran his tongue around the wrinkled skin then pressed past the still tight muscles, wriggling his tongue inside the other man.
Grant shuddered and moaned throatily as he pushed back onto Damon’s tongue. Carefully, he moved his other hand between his legs as well, laying his cheek and shoulders on the pillows, his ass higher in the air for his husband. He had one hand busily thrusting his fingers in and out of his slit while his other was pushing his cock against his body and rubbing hard. His eyes were closed and his mouth open as he panted and moaned, his face pressed into the pillow and bottom swaying in the air.
Damon hummed and locked his lips over the stretching entrance. He sucked and moaned against the sensitive skin then broke the seal his mouth had created by pressing a finger in along with his wriggling tongue.
The blond man pulled away and bit his lip again rubbing the blood along his lips. He kissed Grant’s hole again smearing the slick salty fluid on his lover.
Grant’s thin thighs were trembling from the strain and excitement. “Damon,” he whimpered. “I’m so close… please…” He panted as he pushed four of his fingers into his slit and rode against them furiously.
Damon reached between Grant’s legs and ran his hand alongside Grant’s moving fingers. He gathered up the moisture then wriggled out of his drawstring sleep pants and wrapped his wet hand around his cock. He made another pass over Grant’s slick slit then rubbed it over the slightly stretched hole.
The blond man raised up to his knees, lined himself up and pulled back on Grant’s hips, slowly pressing into his husband’s tight heat.
Grant did everything he could to push back on Damon’s cock. “Harder…please…harder,” he begged and rubbed himself harder. He wriggled on the thick prick that was buried in him, pulling his fingers from his slit and reaching further back to run his wet fingers over Damon’s heavy balls as they smacked into his ass.
Damon wrapped his hands around Grant’s hips and pulled out of his husband almost all the way and then thrust in hard. He dug his fingers into the slender hips and moved Grant over his cock pushing and pulling the younger man faster.
He pulled Grant back to him once more and stopped. He withdrew from Grant’s ass and laid down on the bed dragging the other man with him. He manoeuvred the tanned limbs over his body and look up at Grant. “Ride my prick, baby. I wanna watch you come on my cock.”
He ran his hands up Grant’s taut thighs and dug his fingers into the flesh. “I wanna see your fingers fly over your clit and feel you tighten around my dick.” The blond man raised Grant up and held his cock with one hand and guided the other man down to the mushroomed head.
Grant squatted, reaching behind himself to spread his tanned cheeks as he felt the big head nudging at his stretched pucker. Taking a deep breath he pushed down and let his weight take him all the way down, not stopping until he was sitting against Damon’s body. A cry ripped out of him as he arranged his knees so he could bounce up and down on Damon easily.
“Watch me,” he murmured as he leaned to one side and fumbled on the bedside table for the bandage tape he kept there. Ripping off almost a foot of it, he quickly ran the strip under his sac and lifted his cock and balls up, pressing the ends of the tape strip to his belly. Ripping off another strip, he quickly put another piece over his flesh to keep things out of his and Damon’s way.
He smiled down at his husband and reached between his thighs, running his fingers lightly over his wet outer lips, teasing both himself and Damon as his hips jerked trying to push against his finger.
Damon raised his knees and spread his legs to give Grant something to rest against. He reached up and twisted one brown nipple and ran his nails down Grant’s chest. “Harder baby. Fuck yourself on me.” He gave the other nipple the same treatment then trailed his fingers down to the bound cock and pinched the head.
Grant raised nearly completely off of Damon and slammed himself back down, clenching his hole around his husband’s shaft. He bounced faster on him, using both hands for leverage as he leaned forward and rocked his hips up and down Damon.
He shuddered and whimpered as he rode Damon harder and faster, his slit getting wetter and his prick leaking as his husband toyed with his flesh. With each pinching and pulling caress, Grant moaned and twisted his hips. “So wet for you,” he mumbled, his eyes closed and his face flushed.
Damon grinned. “I can feel you baby, dripping on me. Sliding against my cock. So tight and warm.” He moved his hands to Grant’s hips and moved the other man faster. “Wanna see you come, baby. Watch you fly apart.” He hissed and began to buck up as Grant moved back onto him. He trailed his hand across Grant’s stomach and thumbed the head of his cock rubbing across the slit.
Grant’s limbs were shaking uncontrollably as he bounced himself as fast as he could on Damon, his passage spasming around his husband’s shaft.
Tears rolled down his flushed cheeks as he slammed himself down Damon and ground his hips over him, moving one hand back between his legs and rubbing harshly at his little clit, pinching and rolling the little nubbin between his fingers.
“Come for me, baby.” Damon muttered. “Come on me.” He thrust up into the other man driving himself as deep as he could. He ripped the tape from Grant’s stomach and cock then wrapped his fist around the small prick. He squeezed and stroked, rolling the foreskin up and over the end of his head.
His face contorted in pleasure, Grant growled low in his throat and thrust into Damon’s fist. With a sharp cry, he came, his seed spurting between his husband’s fingers as he clamped his ass down on Damon and pulled against him.
Damon howled and rolled them over, folding Grant in half and slammed into the squeezing tightness. Three quick thrusts and he was sending his release deep within the other man. “Fuck!” He screamed and collapsed on the smaller man, breathing hard.
Grant lay beneath his husband, his eyes closed and panting as he came back to himself. He rubbed gentle circles on the backs of Damon’s shoulders as he kissed and nuzzled his neck. “I love you, Damon,” he murmured as he straightened his legs out a bit and then wrapped them around Damon’s waist.
“I love you too, baby.” Damon murmured against Grant’s chest. He raised up and let himself slowly slide out of the abused hole. He rubbed his face on the other man’s chest and licked across his nipples then slid his tongue down the tight stomach, cleaning the seed from Grant’s belly as he went.
Damon suckled the small soft prick and slurped up the white cooling release. He lifted Grant’s balls and ran his tongue over the shaven sac. He sucked first one then the other ball into his mouth. Letting the smooth flesh fall from his lips, he bent Grant up again.
The blond’s tongue worked its way over the wet lips and slithered between them. He sucked the tiny clit into his mouth for a moment then let go, once again moving even lower to the gaping pucker.
Damon licked the red hole and locked his mouth onto Grant’s ass. His tongue delved into the stretched opening pulling out the salty semen he had just left there.
Grant swallowed and then shuddered as he felt Damon do something he so rarely did. “Damon,” he breathed as his hands fluttered against the covers. He felt his husband’s tongue pushing deeper into him, spreading his legs more and tilting his bottom up more for better access.
He slipped one trembling hand down to rub over his swollen clit, moaning softly as he felt strong hands holding his cheeks apart and listening to the wet sounds coming from his husband’s mouth.
Damon moaned around his mouthful and slid one hand up to dip his fingers inbetween Grant’s slit. He moved his fingers in and out of the other man lazily while he finished licking up his release.
His tongue left the gaping hole and slid over the thin skin of Grant’ perineum and up to his fingers. Faster he frigged the slit and then brought his mouth down on the bundle of nerves, sucking hard.
The smaller man’s body arched as he felt himself fly apart on Damon’s tongue. He grabbed a handful of Damon’s hair and held tight as he ground his pelvis against the other man’s mouth. His hand fell limply to his thigh as the last of the spasms left his body and he lay sprawled on the bed, totally exhausted.
He raised up his head to look down at where Damon was grinning up at him and just shook his head. “Go get the picnic table off of your truck,” he mumbled before he dropped his head back to the pillows and closed his eyes.
Damon raised an eyebrow and plunged his fingers back into the other man. He slowly moved the long digits in and out of Grant. “You really want me to leave, baby?” he raised up and planted a slow sucking kiss on his clit.
Gasping softly, Grant rose up on one elbow and looked down at Damon. “Are you really hard again?”
“I don’t need to be hard for this.” He licked a long swipe over Grant’s balls and up the small soft cock. He swallowed it down then opened his mouth wider and pushed the shaved sac inside as well.
Grant shuddered and reached down to pull at Damon’s hair, pulling himself out of the man’s mouth. “I’m sorry baby, but I don’t think I can just yet,” he said softly and laid back on the pillow again. “Just come up here and hold me?”
“I think that can be arranged.” Damon nuzzled the soft skin again before crawling up the bed to Grant. He sighed and pulled Grant into his arms, spooning the smaller body next to his.
He sighed again and kissed the back of Grant’s head and tried to smell the scent of the dark strands. “Oh gods.” He whispered softly as all the adrenaline drain out of his body. His face hurt, his nose most specifically. He closed his eyes mentally trying to shut down the pain.
“Are you ready to let me heal you now?” Grant asked as he listened to Damon’s snuffling. He reached behind him and stroked the other man’s hip. “You don’t need to hurt, baby.”
“I like my nose where’s it’s at, pet. I’ll go see Max later.” Damon murmured against the sweaty dark hair. “Just be still and let me hold you.”
Grant huffed and grumbled to himself as he reached out and picked up his wand from the bedside table, summoning the comforter to cover them both. “See, I can do magic Damon,” he pouted as he laid his wand back down and pulled the cover up to his neck.
“I never said you couldn’t, pet. I just don’t want to move from this spot.” Damon sighed. “Rest Grant, we’ll go out to dinner later, alright?”
A soft snore answered him and the sound of Grant’s regular breathing filled the bedroom.
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Grant woke several hours later and smiled as he realized he was still wrapped tightly in his husband’s arms. He frowned however, when he heard the harsh gurgling breathing of his husband. He shook his head sadly and wriggled out from Damon’s arm, going to the bathroom and taking a quick shower, putting on a pair of loose shorts and a tank top before combing out his hair and putting it in a loose braid to dry.
Back in the bedroom, he looked down at the bruised face of his husband and shook his head. The damn lug was too stubborn to just let him heal him. The smaller man decided to go downstairs and check on their houseguest and to call Max to come put his husband to rights again.
Severus sat at the kitchen table listening to Max talk. “No, you don’t understand, asshole. I fucked up royally this time.” He held his head in his hands, lank hair hiding his face.
“I can’t believe you lasted as long as you did with Damon and we ain’t burying your sorry ass,” Max said as he shook his head. “Man, I can’t figure out what made you think you were fucking bullet proof in the first place. Did you just lose your grasp of reality when you went after him?” The big healer couldn’t for the life of him fathom why someone would pick a fistfight with Damon Wolffe, he didn’t think Severus was suicidal, but he must have been wrong.
“I can’t tell you the whys of it, just that it happened and now, I have done something irreparable to the friendship.” Severus looked up into the healer’s trusting eyes. “I kissed him.”
Max looked at Severus and raised a brow. “You kissed Damon? Are you stupid? Why would you do something like that, dude, Grant will have your balls for charms on a bracelet,” he said with a low whistle and shook his head. He couldn’t imagine why Severus would want to kiss Damon and he certainly hoped it was Damon that he’d kissed and not the tiny submissive.
“You are an idiot sometimes, Max.” Severus said softly. “Grant. Not Damon.”
Out of sheer reflex and shock, one of Max’s big hands came up and smacked Severus upside his head. “What the fuck were you thinking? No, that’s right, you weren’t thinking. You fucking moron. You don’t kiss that little man. That’s like signing your own fucking death warrant,” he hissed as he glared at Severus. He’d been afraid something like this was going to happen since watching him the summer before with that little buckle bunny at Sturgis. He hated to admit it, but his buddy was infatuated with another man’s husband.
Severus shook his head. “Thank you, Captain Obvious. Don‘t you think I realize that. Now.” He hung his head. “Merlin, Max what am I going to do? I have fucked up the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Grant stood outside the kitchen door listening to the two men and shaking his head. What in the hell had he been missing? With a sigh, he pushed the kitchen door open and walked in as if nothing had happened, stopping behind Severus and kissing the top of his head as he always did and then doing the same to Max before going to the cabinet to take a glass out. “Do you boys want some tea?”
Severus’ eyes widened and he looked at Max. He cleared his throat and nodded. “Thank you Grant, that would be much appreciated.”
Grant nodded and took down two more glasses. “Would one of you please get it from the fridge?” he asked as he brought the glasses to the table. “The ice as well?”
He sat down and gave Max a smile. “Max, I need to ask you a huge favour if you don’t mind.”
The big man smiled at the sub and nodded. “Anything, Grant, you know that.” He stood and got the tea while Severus stared at the other man. He set the pitcher on the table and got the ice bin, stopping to drop a cube down Severus’ shirt before sliding the container across the table to Grant.
“Now what can I do you for?” Max asked. ”Is this something medical?” He puffed up his chest and sat up straighter. “Dr. Maxwell Sorens at your service.”
Grant watched and tried not to giggle as Severus contorted his body trying to fish the ice cube out of the back of his shirt. Shaking his head, he got to his feet and moved behind him, running his hand down the back of his tee shirt to get the cube. “There, stop wiggling.” He sat back down and looked at Max. “I need you to please go upstairs and fix Damon for me.”
Max grinned. “Is he broken? Dammit Grant, I told you to be careful with him; he’s an old man and you can’t ride him like that.” He smirked. “If you want him to last, you have to take care of him. He’s a Pan Head not a Sportster. You got to baby him… like a rice burner.”
Grant snorted and sipped his tea. “I ride just as rough today as I did the day I took him out of the showroom, he’s built to last,” he quipped and smirked as Severus spit his tea. “Get a wash cloth Severus, heavens knows what this old table’s had on it over the years.”
He tried not to laugh as Max’s big shoulders were shaking with suppressed mirth. “Actually Max, he’s got a broken nose and is looking a little worn… would you mind doing it while he’s asleep?”
Max stopped laughing and looked at Severus then turned to Grant. “You want me to point my wand at Damon while he’s sleeping? You are out of your ever loving mind, Grant.” He looked right at Severus. “There is no way in hell I would ever, EVER infringe on Damon’s integrity or person while he was unawares.”
The healer turned to the small man. “I like my face the way it is, thank you very much. Now if you will accompany me to said boudoir and awaken the sleeping bear then I have no qualms fixing your Dom.” He smiled at Grant and stood. “Just let me get my bag from the bike.”
Grant nodded and smiled. “I just figured he’d be easier to deal with while he’s asleep, you know what kind of a patient he makes. I’ll go on up, you come when you’ve got your bag.” He watched as Max left the kitchen and then turned to Severus. “How are you feeling? Do you need Max to look you over too?”
Severus shook his head. “No, sir.” He looked up at the other man then looked away again. “Is he really not well?”
Grant reached across the table and patted the younger man’s hand. “He’s alright, he just sounds awful and I want to be able to sleep in peace tonight,” he said with a smile. He cocked his head and paused for a moment. “Severus, there’s no reason for you to leave. I’d rather you didn’t.”
“You don’t know what you are saying, Grant.” The Potions Master said softly. “This won’t be swept under the rug like what happened last night. What Damon does and what I did are two different things and he won‘t stand for it. Not once he knows.”
Grant looked at him and smiled sadly. “You think I didn’t tell him? I did, right after I went upstairs Severus. He understands and as long as you understand that no means no, then there is not going to be a problem here. Alright?” he asked softly and patted the long fingers gently. “And honestly, shouldn’t I be the one that decides?”
Severus’ pale skin turned green and he looked faint for a moment. Had Damon been staking his claim earlier during their confrontation? He stood and staggered to the bathroom and vomited up his tea.
Max came back and looked at the older man. “What happened to Severus?”
Grant shrugged. “I told him that Damon knows he kissed me.”
Max gawked at Grant. “I left the horse tranquillisers at the office, Grant.” He rubbed his face and glared at the small man. “And you were going to send me in there alone?!”
Grant stood up and snapped. “For the love of Merlin, stop acting like Damon is some big Billy Badass. He’s just a man like you and Severus. Just give me what I need and I’ll take care of him myself. Sev is puking.” He held his hand out for whatever salves and potions Max planned to use on Damon.
Max stared at Grant. “Do you remember the play party we went to at Halloween? The man they carried out on the stretcher?” He laid a hand on Grant’s shoulder. “He asked about you. Asked Damon if he was willing to loan you for the evening.”
Max sighed. “He spent three weeks in the hospital because his lungs were collapsed and he had five broken ribs and massive internal bleeding in his abdomen. The Dungeon Master and I Obliviated him the first time he came to.” He shook his head. “You just don’t know the fear I had when Severus told me Damon was training him with you. I was expecting something way worse than this a long time before now. Damon does not play well with others, especially when it comes to you, little man.”
Grant looked at Max like he’d lost his mind. His Damon wasn’t like that. He shook his head and backed away. “No…no, Damon’s not like that,” he whispered and turned to look where Severus was back and standing in the doorway. “No…” he whispered again, not able to come to terms with the fact Damon had hurt someone because of him. “Damon wouldn’t do that.”
Max nodded. “Damon is very protective of you, Grant. I am surprised he even let Severus touch you. How could you miss this?” He looked over at Severus. “Did you even know what kind of can of worms you were opening by standing up to Damon?”
Severus looked back at Max. “There were other reasons behind my actions Max, but no I suppose I really didn’t think about it at the time,” he said as he came in the room and sat down heavily. “So what? I’ve got maybe an hour to clear out before he wakes up?”
Grant frowned at Severus. “He’s not going to do anything Sev. I told you that we talked about it. He said as long as you understood no, he’d not hang your balls from the mirror of his truck.” Grant’s eyes widened and he looked at Max. “He wouldn’t really…?” he whispered, bringing up a hand to cover his mouth.
“Wouldn’t really what?” Damon gravely voice asked softly. “I guess your hour is up, isn’t it, boy?” He looked at the three men in Grant’s kitchen. “You want to tell me what’s going on? Other than the fact this has been one fucked up day from hell.” He made to rub his face and winced, swearing softly then sat at the table. “I’m waiting.”
Grant watched his husband and then watched as Severus turned a greener shade. This had to stop. “I told Severus that you weren’t upset with him and you wouldn’t hurt him if he stayed as long as he remembered no meant no,” he said as he moved to where Damon was sitting and tipped his husband’s face up to look at him. “Are you ready to let Max fix you now?”
Max rolled his eyes and picked up his bag to go check out the older man. “This is alright with you, Damon?” he asked warily. He glanced over to where Severus was sitting and was reminded of a deer caught in the headlights. That same terrified, stupid look on his face as he stared at Damon.
Damon gave an imperceptible nod to his husband and pinned Severus with his steely blue gaze. “I meant what I said and I am nothing if not a man of my word.”
Grant narrowed his eyes at Damon, pursing his lips as he brought one hand up and smacked him across the back of his head. “Stop it Damon, he’s spooked enough as it is. You’ve made your point,” he grumbled and then smoothed his palm over the back of his husband’s head. “We need to get past this.”
Damon growled and grabbed Grant’s shirt to pull him down and look him in the eye. “Don’t get your panties in a wad, Injun. Let me finish talking first.” He kissed the other man hard on the mouth then winced as he pulled away.
“As I was saying before I was manhandled again.” He cut his eyes up at Grant and rubbed the back of his head. “I was aware of the possibility that Severus might become attracted to Grant when we began training. It happened to myself as well. But this is the first time I have seen a Dom fall for the sub. Normally it’s the other way around.”
He caught Severus’ eyes again and nodded. “I meant what I said so long as you realize he is mine and always will be.” His face softened. “He cares for you as well Severus but not like that. We both do. You are welcome to stay if you wish so long as you make no more attempts on his person.”
He looked at Max. “Do your worst, witchdoctor.” He growled softly. “I’ll sit still; my damn nose and throat hurts too much to do otherwise.”
Max shook his head and looked at Grant. “You’re right, it would have been easier to deal with asleep,” he muttered as he opened his bag and set to work healing the older man.
“Told you,” Grant said as he went to put on a fresh pot of coffee for his husband. He patted Severus’ shoulder gently as he passed. “It’s alright Sev, he isn’t going to anything else. I’m sorry that I didn’t realize what was happening sooner.”
Severus looked up into the gentle face. “Can we please not talk about my stupidity anymore?” he asked with a pained expression on his face. Grant nodded and smiled again.
“What would you lot like for supper tonight?” he asked as he sat back down and watched Max torture his husband.
“Ow!” Damon glared at Max. “After the day we have had let’s go out to the lake or something and eat out.” He sat still as Max continued to work on his face, closing his eyes against the pain. He open on to look at Severus. “You ever hit me like that again and I really will hurt you.” He grinned. “We have to do that again sometime.”
Severus looked at Damon and shook his head. “I hope I never feel like I have to do that again, alright?” he asked softly, hoping Damon understood exactly what he meant. He looked up at Grant and found him shaking his head and looking uncomfortable and decided to say nothing more.
Damon nodded. “It hasn’t in a long time and it won’t again.” he conceded to the other man. “You’re a good man Severus and one day you’ll find your heart. Mine found me just when I was least expecting it.”
Grant snorted. “You mean the damn cow took off on me and you had to go watch the skinny Indian chase it,” he laughed and leaned in to kiss the top of Damon’s head.
“Haven’t laughed like that in years.” Damon grinned. He reached out a hand to the young man and pulled him closer. “I miss that cow.”
“She tasted so good that winter,” Grant smirked evilly. “I hated that thing with a passion. It seemed like I was always the one sent out to chase her. Let the winyan do it,” he muttered bitterly.
Damon shook his head as Max and Severus stared at the smaller man. “You are speaking in tongues, Grant. Don‘t confuse the children anymore than we already have.” he pulled the Indian down into his lap and waited for Max to move back so he could hold the other man. “My Grant.” He said softly.
“Your winyan,” Grant whispered as he tucked his head under his husband’s chin and closed his eyes.
Max shook his head. “You two make me sick.” He stuck his finger in his mouth and made obscene noises. “Come on Severus. Let me get you out of here before that start again.”
Severus looked over at the two men and met Damon’s eyes as if to say he was still watching and Damon nodded, accepting the challenge. The dark eyed man looked away first and Damon grinned. “You all have fun now. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
The two younger men left the older couple wrapped around each other in the kitchen and went out the back door. They stared and tried to decide how to get Damon's truck loose from the picnic table.