he’s got game ☀ august & grant
grantfvck:
Grant’s smile only widened when he witnessed August’s clothes hit the ground, a little smug at the fact that the sight of his body under the water got August to join him. It didn’t fully kick in how tired Grant felt until his forehead was resting on August’s shoulder after nodding, allowing his weight to partially depend on August. His eyes fluttered closed quickly after August’s fingers entered his hair, humming softly in pleasure as he wrapped his arms around August’s bare waist, trailing his fingers lazily up and down August’s spine, hands weighted with fatigue. August’s words soothed Grant, urging him closer beside August’s neck and relaxed his body as the soap ran off of him. “My perfect boyfriend,” Grant murmured back, his need for comfort evident in his voice. He pulled back as he spoke slightly, his hands traveling up until they cupped August’s face gently, bringing his lips against his own, cheeks wet from the shower. Grant shifted slowly, positioning August deeper under the shower head than himself, stepping back to adore the way he looked underneath the running water. He gave himself an efficient, speedy scrub to rid his body of sweat. He stepped back in seconds later, arms winding around August once again to let the final layer of soap wash off of his skin while Grant attached his lips to August’s, his hand dragging through August’s wet hair. His lips still hovering over August’s, he opened his eyes, corners of Grant’s lips turned up lightly in a smile. “Am I clean enough to flirt with you now?” Grant asked, laughing as he followed with another chaste kiss.
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.”









