Oof I feel this my bday was back in April in peak quarantine and the only thing I did was go to my best friend’s house for a few hours haha. I’m sorry this is year is your 21st😣
But if there’s anything we know about Grayson, it’s that he loves surprises and he loves going all out for the people he loves even more. So for his gf in this scenario, the first of many events he has planned is: birthday sex, starting promptly at 12 midnight. Spends forever between your legs making things extra wet and sloppy and indulgent until you can’t take it anymore, then it’s two rounds later before you’re both passing out.
Breakfast in bed for sure comes next. There’s almost no better present than waking up to the smell of your favorite breakfast of tofu scramble with sautéed veggies and salsa, and a giant Trader Joe’s cinnamon roll on the side with a little candle stuck in the middle. Matcha latte in your favorite mug. Brought to you by a shirtless Grayson in some too-small briefs and a snapback slung backwards over his head to keep the flop of hair out of his face. He sits the tray on your lap once your reclined against the pillows and smacks sweet little kisses to that spot on your neck just below your ear while you rub sleep and the annoying prickle of emotion out of your eyes. He whispers “happy birthday” in your ear before joining you on his side of the bed to keep you company.
You walk into the kitchen an hour later — freshly fucked once again, showered, and full; feeling spoiled like no other. Until your eyes fall upon the vision that is the kitchen. Balloons, flowers, bunting, the whole nine yards surrounding a small pile of neatly wrapped presents that you’re sure his assistant must have done for him, but that doesn’t bother you in the slightest. You’re stunned speechless, and he laughs and takes you by the hand to stand by the kitchen island so you can see your gifts up close. You’re still at a loss for words, and you can only shake your head and grab his cheeks to bring him down to you for a soft, deep kiss. Somewhere from the living room, Ethan snaps a picture with a grin.
Later, he pushes you into the Tesla with an excited, giddy air about him. You can’t imagine what he’s got planned with everything going on in the world, but you soon learn he’s got the whole day mapped out. Going for drives has always been your and Grayson’s thing, so that in itself would have been enough. But then you get to the first location — the skatepark the two of you met at, and he’s smiling widely when you look at him with disbelief. He goes around to the trunk and pulls out two boards, and the two of you happily reminisce about that fateful day, while you alter between skating awkwardly on your own and following the lead of his hand.
More locations significant to you follow, all acceptable places to go while still being socially distanced: the same beach where he asked you to be his girlfriend; your favorite hole-in-the-wall coffee shop; the quiet, hidden street full of mom and pop shops that you love to venture to if you have a free day. The stores are closed, but the alley walls are filled with murals and vines and flowers, and it’s one of the city’s best-kept secrets in your opinion.
Finally, it’s dinner at one of your favorite restaurants. He stares at you the whole time you’re getting ready like he’d rather eat you instead, but you make it to the trendy little West Hollywood cantina with clothes and makeup intact. Everything is delicious, and you hide behind your hands when the waiter brings you a giant vegan sopapilla with a sparkler candle. Grayson is full-teeth cheesing at you while the staff sings “Feliz cumpleanos”, his tooth jewels glinting in the bright light of the candle.
More birthday sex when you get home, but you decide to take charge this time. Because he’s wonderful and you can never get enough of him. And because he’s made this the best birthday when you thought it was going to be your worst.
