#graham key

[just-barrow]

13/∞

[buffaluff]

okay so i spent the morning reading a bunch of @just-barrow’s laundry cart fics and i just had to doodle something for this adorable rare pair!

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Athena Grant and Graham Key ↪ 8x17 - Don't Drink the Water

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

18 and/or 100 for Donnie/Graham for the smut prompts? Something where they have beach day somewhere in there hehe

"You're in trouble now."

"What are you doing in my bed?!"

(LAUNDRY CART LAUNDRY CART LAUNDRY CART there's some humiliation kink in here.)

Graham's well aware of what his boyfriend looks like, because Donnie's allergic to shirts. They've also had sex. But even before that, he was aware.

Seeing him on a beach is like having a neon sign above his head that Graham's landed the hottest guy he'll probably ever meet. He's supposed to be studying for his EMT course, but Donnie's stretching next to him and Graham just wants to drag him behind a rock formation and suck his dick.

"Shoulder?" he asks, and Donnie hums. "You need a massage?"

Donnie leans over and grins. "Not unless you want me to pop a boner at the beach."

Graham huffs out a laugh and pushes his face away. "Perv."

"Uh-huh. I'm the perv, like you haven't been on that same page for, like, ten minutes."

"It's...interesting," he lies, because it's about proper PPE procedure. It's important, yeah, but interesting? No.

He hears the tell-tale giggling of nearby girls who are definitely checking out his boyfriend and wants to plant a sign in the sand that he's taken. Even if Donnie doesn't even bother looking, even if he doesn't notice, Graham wants the entire world to know.

"What's it say?" Donnie asks, leaning over.

"'Wear gloves'?" Graham guesses, because it has to be in there somewhere.

The book gets snatched from his hands, an empty Gushers wrapper gets tucked in the pages, and Donnie sets it aside. "C'mon."

"And where am I coming on?" Graham asks, and Donnie smirks. "Shut up."

"We're going in the ocean, since we're right by it," he says, standing and bending to take Graham's elbow as he stands. He babies Graham, has since they got out of the hospital and somehow ended up in the same apartment building again.

They live across the hall from each other, and Graham had gotten home, wandered into his room, and saw Donnie sleeping on it. He'd shaken him awake and demanded, "What are you doing in my bed?!"

Only to find out he'd walked into the wrong apartment and that Donnie needed to learn to lock his door and Graham needed to stop pulling all-nighters.

But it had started something for them, just being in proximity to each other. Then they started going to their follow-up appointments at the same times on purpose because Donnie would drive them. And Graham found out Donnie could cook pretty well but sucked at cleaning, so he regularly broke into Donnie's place to clean until Donnie told him to stop being weird and kissed him.

Graham takes his tank top off, since he only brought the one, and it won't dry as fast as his trunks do. When he drops it on the towel, Donnie grabs him by the wrist and pulls him toward the water. They go out until the water is about to Graham's waist, and Donnie ducks under the water, coming up and throwing his head back like something out of a movie.

"What?" Donnie asks as Graham stares.

"Like you don't know," he replies, and Donnie winks. "Such a douche."

Donnie reaches for him, hoisting him up until Graham's legs are wrapped around his waist and there's a strong hand spread across his ass. "You saying you want me to stop working out?"

"No," Graham says quickly. The arm around his waist tightens, and he shivers at how big it is compared to him. "Well, okay, if you wanted to."

"Nah, I want to be able to do this whenever I want," Donnie says, kissing him.

Graham's arms tighten around Donnie's shoulders, and this is why he hates leaving their apartments. He's not totally a homebody, he just wants to fuck his hot boyfriend whenever he wants.

"Is it weird that I want to just keep you in the apartment to have sex with you whenever I want?" Graham asks when the kiss breaks.

"Yeah," Donnie says easily, adjusting his weight and grinning. "But also kinda hot."

They play in the water for a bit, and then Donnie hauls him out over his shoulder--his good one--and Graham debates smacking his ass all the way back to their towels. There's too many kids around, though, so he keeps his hands to himself.

See? He's learning impulse control.

"Let's go," Donnie says when he sets Graham down.

"Go where?" he asks, blinking.

"Home, dumbass," he says, scratching his nails between Graham's pecs. "You look hot right now."

"Just right now?" Graham teases.

Donnie rolls his eyes. "Don't be--whoa! Dude."

He's shouting at someone behind Graham, and he turns to see what's going on. A guy is walking away with a towel over his shoulder and a bag in his hand, and Donnie mutters something under his breath before jogging over, scooping up a Coke bottle in the sand, and handing it to the guy.

"Leave it how you found it, man!" Donnie yells over his shoulder on his way back to Graham, who feels like he's about to vibrate out of his skin. "Sorry, babe, that--"

Graham yanks him into a kiss before bending to grab all of their stuff. "Home. Now."

Donnie teases him all the way to the car, like Graham can help it that seeing his boyfriend do something in the name of justice makes him horny. When they throw everything in the back, Graham waits for Donnie to get in the car before he reaches down and moves the driver's seat all the way back with a quick pull of the lever under the front of the seat.

"What are--oh." Donnie skims a hand over Graham's back when Graham climbs in his lap. The bottom of the steering wheel is pressing into his lower back, but he doesn't give a shit. "We're gonna get caught."

"They can't bust us for making out in the car," Graham points out, grinding down on Donnie's lap. "They don't have to know I'm trying to get you to cum in your trunks so you have to drive us home and walk through the garage and go up the elevator like that."

Donnie's head tilts back against the seat, and he starts panting. "'M not gonna--"

Graham whips his tank top off again and shoves his chest in Donnie's face, and Donnie's stubble catches on his chest hair as he all but motorboats Graham. He'd been surprised that Donnie was so into how hairy Graham is, because he'd honestly been prepared to start waxing everything. At the suggestion, Donnie had gotten on his knees and begged him not to.

Now he kind of abuses that knowledge.

"You don't want to cum for me?" Graham asks, shivering when Donnie thrusts against his ass. "Even if I'll agree to ride you when we get home? Because the idea of you trying to act normal while you're walking around trying not to think about all that cum in your shorts makes me want to ride you."

"Fuck, babe," Donnie moans, sliding one hand under the waistband of Graham's trunks to grip his ass while the other one snakes up the leg and presses against his inner thigh.

"Someone's gonna catch us," Graham warns him, because making out and grinding is one thing, but Donnie's dangerously close to pulling his trunks over his ass.

"I don't fucking care," Donnie whines against his chest, pressing his finger to Graham's hole. "I don't want--"

"Yeah, you do," Graham says, biting his lip and trying to get just a little more pressure from Donnie's finger. "You want to walk around with cum in your shorts like a fucking teenager and take me up to your apartment and make me ride your dick while I wear cute panties."

That does it. Donnie's teeth press to his pec, and he cries out as he goes stiff under Graham, he can feel his dick pulsing.

"There we go," Graham sighs, kissing his damp hair and waiting until Donnie gets his hands of his trunks to open the door and climb out.

"You're in so much trouble right now," Donnie mumbles, pressing his forehead to the steering wheel and shuddering.

"Am I?" Graham asks, tugging his own dick up so it's under the waistband of his trunks, and then he puts his shirt back on. "Or am I doing exactly what you want me to do?"

Donnie flips him off and sits back with a heaving sigh. "Okay, yeah, whatever. Just get in the car."

Graham walks around to the passenger side and gets in. "How you feeling?"

"Shut up," Donnie says, leaning over and kissing him, using more tongue than is really appropriate for public. "And you're using that dildo I bought you after we fuck."

"Okay," he says, smiling and shifting down in his seat while Donnie buckles up and starts the car. "Can you make me dinner while I do it?"

"You're such a freak," Donnie says fondly, kissing his hand. "Yeah."

[dailyravi]

headcanon (panikkart edition)

when graham randomly gets dropped off at work, athena asks him about, it he mentions that his boyfriend dropped him off.

ravi has been showing up late a few days in a row. when chim asks him about it he mentions that he now takes his boyfriend to work

it’s not found out that the two of them are the mysterious boyfriends when they get off of a shared call at the end of their shifts and ravi mentions that he’ll be by the station in 15 to pick him up.

[swiftiesbuddie]

he sacrificed himself… like bobby

[triskel-samulet]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This chapter is Donnie/graham!

[thats-the-biz-babe]

i truly understand graham 911 because he's what would happen if i listened to the autistic gremlin within me constantly screaming "THEY'RE NOT FOLLOWING THE RULES. SEIZE THEM!!!" and allowed myself to be annoying and pedantic about it the way i yearn to. and sometimes like ik it won't really make a difference but you are ignoring the way it's supposed to go which is made very clear by this GIANT FUCKING SIGN and why must you torture me like this