for @theesamevans
Grayson huffed, panting as the sun beat down on his bare torso, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body and dampening the hair at his temple and nape of his neck. He laid back in the grass a moment before sitting up, eyes narrowed from the son as he looked over at his father Sam. The man held the football they had been tossing back and forth for a while, the park empty in the middle of the day in the middle of the week. It was his favorite time to get out of the house because the place was nearly empty, and his and Sam's schedules rarely matched up like this.
"Alright, old man, you still got it, I admit." Grayson mimicked waving a white flag. Grayson rest his arms on his knees, legs spread, leaving little to the imagination behind the thin fabric of his shorts that rode up and clung to his crotch. Grayson wiped sweat from his forehead and then held out a hand towards Sam. "Help me up?"