heās got gameĀ ā august & grant
okauggie:
August hummed, holding his boyfriend close as he slumped into Augustās grip. He would have been exhausted too; he didnāt know how Grant was still standing after the game he played today, but he was glad he was. He let Grant hold him close for a few seconds, before Grant shifted them both, stepping away. August protested for a second, watching Grant.Ā āSchatz,ā he whined a little, pout fading as Grant started to clean himself. He watched purely because he felt the need to swoop in as soon as possible, though Grant eventually came back to him, coming in close and slipping back against his body. August hummed into the kiss, reaching up to frame Grantās face with his hands, smiling at him.Ā āDonāt start something you canāt finish, mein Engel,ā he said, softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his wet nose, with a smile. Once Grant had gotten washed clean, August reached up to comb hair back off of his forehead and reached around to turn the nozzle off, resting his hands on Grantās waist and pulling at him until August could kiss the hinge of his jaw.Ā āCāmon,ā he murmured, tugging him as he returned to the bench, that gentle smile on his face. He spoke softly, tilting his head; he didnāt think he was all that allowed to just go digging through Grantās things, so he stood there, awkward, bringing one of Grantās hand to his mouth, āget us a towel, we canāt get burgers naked. Weāll get arrested.ā
Grant felt good with his lips against Augustās, giving him the same feeling like putting a bottle of water to his mouth after a play.Ā āMm, Iām a little too tired to even think about starting something, baby,ā Grant told him with a laugh after crinkling his nose softly at the kiss placed on it. When the water ceased, goosebumps raised on his skin and he wasnāt sure if it was because of the lack of heat or the fact that August had his lips placed Grantās jaw.Ā āNow whoās starting something?ā Grant teased with a playful poke to Augustās stomach before carefully following August back to his locker, picking up both of their clothes on the way. When August stopped suddenly in front of the bench, Grant took it as a sign to start rummaging through his locker. He pulled out the soft towel, deciding to dry August off first, he stepped in front of him once again and started patting the cloth down his torso. Grant couldnāt help but chuckle lightly, the act of drying off August like a child making him laugh,Ā āGod, youāre so damn cute, you know that?ā he couldnāt help but grin at his adorable boyfriend. It wasnāt until the words rang in his ear that the emptiness of Grantās stomach became unmistakable, growling as if on cue. Grant was drying off Augustās thighs carefully when he shot back up to face him. āBurgers?ā Grant chirped excitedly, followed by a murmured hell yesĀ as he sped up his drying process, finishing off August then frantically running the towel over his own body. Grant turned back to his locker, chucking the dirty towel nowhere near the basket in the corner of the change room then picking his clothes off the hooks, hoping August was putting on his own clothes, and that it would be Grantās jersey. Grant was changed in under a minute, his fingers doing up the button his jeans as he turned his head to look at August. āYāknow, eating burgers naked with you sounds like a great idea though. I promise weāll get naked and arrested together another day, alright?ā Grant promised, leaning over quickly to kiss August lightly, pulling back with a smile,Ā āYou ready to go?ā












