he’s got game ☀ august & grant
okauggie:
August hummed, holding his boyfriend close as he slumped into August’s grip. He would have been exhausted too; he didn’t 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. “Schatz,” 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 Grant’s face with his hands, smiling at him. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, mein Engel,” 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 Grant’s waist and pulling at him until August could kiss the hinge of his jaw. “C’mon,” he murmured, tugging him as he returned to the bench, that gentle smile on his face. He spoke softly, tilting his head; he didn’t think he was all that allowed to just go digging through Grant’s things, so he stood there, awkward, bringing one of Grant’s hand to his mouth, “get us a towel, we can’t get burgers naked. We’ll get arrested.”
Grant felt good with his lips against August’s, giving him the same feeling like putting a bottle of water to his mouth after a play. “Mm, I’m a little too tired to even think about starting something, baby,” 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 wasn’t sure if it was because of the lack of heat or the fact that August had his lips placed Grant’s jaw. “Now who’s starting something?” Grant teased with a playful poke to August’s 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 couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, the act of drying off August like a child making him laugh, “God, you’re so damn cute, you know that?” he couldn’t help but grin at his adorable boyfriend. It wasn’t until the words rang in his ear that the emptiness of Grant’s stomach became unmistakable, growling as if on cue. Grant was drying off August’s thighs carefully when he shot back up to face him. “Burgers?” Grant chirped excitedly, followed by a murmured hell yes 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 Grant’s 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. “Y’know, eating burgers naked with you sounds like a great idea though. I promise we’ll get naked and arrested together another day, alright?” Grant promised, leaning over quickly to kiss August lightly, pulling back with a smile, “You ready to go?”