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Title: 15 - Kiss
Author: Haleth
Fandom/Pairing: BHD, McKnight/Grimes
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Bathroom hijinks.
Disclaimer: The usual. Has absolutely nothing to do with the real life men the book and movie were based. It's only inspired by the movie and I make no profit. And I do not set forth this type of relationship as ideal or healthy for anyone. Although it works for these two.
Note: Is McKnight getting greedy? Is Grimes worried about that? Fun ensues…
Kiss
McKnight pushed the front door closed and locked it. He took a deep breath. Had to calm down. His heart was bouncing around in his chest like a pinball.
“Um, he’s not available,” McKnight had said when Linda asked about Grimes.
She’d looked right at him. There he stood, shirtless and damp with sweat, with his cock showing, obviously hard, under his hastily donned trousers. Linda knew exactly why Grimes was unavailable. She would have to be a complete idiot not to know. Her eyes flicked over him, and he felt himself wilt a little when they rested momentarily on his crotch.
“Tell him I’ll come by tomorrow afternoon,” she said lightly. “I have some business to discuss with him.”
McKnight had just nodded, hoping she would leave fast.
She did. She was a smart woman. And she didn’t want to ruin his evening. She went to the door, but she turned before she left. “Have fun,” she said with a slight teasing tone.
McKnight didn’t even answer. He just shut the door behind her.
Have fun.
Fun.
Was that what they did? Did he and Grimes have fun? It felt too serious to be fun. Fun implied laughing and playing games and being frivolous. It was dead serious to McKnight, and he was sure Grimes felt the same.
Not that they didn’t enjoy themselves. Oh, there was pleasure. Pleasure McKnight could not have described if you gave him a thousand years. But fun?
What was fun?
McKnight walked slowly down the hall. He checked that the back door was locked, the blinds down, the stove turned off. He didn’t want any more distractions. He considered unplugging the phone, but no one ever called them, so he didn’t bother.
What did Grimes do for fun? What did Grimes do, for that matter? He worked – he cleaned and sorted and filed and catalogued and organized and repaired and researched. Then he cleaned and cooked and made everything perfect. Then he served McKnight. Then he slept and got up in the morning and did it all over again.
Grimes didn’t have fun. He had no time for fun.
The real question was, did he want fun?
He got pleasure, just like McKnight did. Whatever pleasure he got from serving was added to the sheer pleasure of the sex. McKnight made sure of that. Sometimes he seemed to get more than mere pleasure from it.
McKnight stood at the closed door of the bathroom and thought.
What would he find when he opened the door? Would Grimes still be there, bending over the tub? Or would he have put on a robe and tried to make himself less vulnerable?
McKnight’s hand shook until he put it on the door handle. Grimes, bent over like that, open to him, McKnight fucking him with the shampoo bottle, motherfucker, it was almost too much. Grimes bent at the hips, arms over his head, hands on the grab bar, so fucking perfect. So… so… submissive.
McKnight didn’t know if he’d ever thought the word before. Not so overtly.
He would not be upset if Grimes had moved. If Grimes was sitting on the edge of the tub or covered in a bathrobe or even if he was fully dressed it would be perfectly understandable. He might have got chilled, or was worried about being found is such an exposed position. Maybe he wouldn’t want McKnight to walk in on him like that.
McKnight would not only understand, he would tell him everything was okay. He would put his arms around Grimes and make him warm. He would kiss him.
McKnight would kiss Grimes, and Grimes would kiss back.
Grimes would be shy at first, because he wasn’t used to kissing back, but gradually his lips would press harder, and his tongue would flick out tentatively. McKnight wouldn’t respond at first. He would let Grimes set the pace. He would let Grimes lick his lips for a while, and then he would open his mouth a bit and Grimes’ tongue would slip inside. They would curl their tongues around each other slowly. Grimes would moan.
McKnight would let his hands touch Grimes gently. He would slide them under the robe and feel shivering skin, stroke it to heat it up. He would open the robe so Grimes’ bare chest would rub against his bare chest, and the kiss would deepen.
Both their mouths would be open now. Open, tongues dancing together. McKnight would put his hands on Grimes’ waist and simply hold them there. He would be getting breathless now. They would both have to pull away, but not too far. Far enough so McKnight could tilt his head to the side and scrunch down a bit and lick the little cleft in Grimes’ chin, something he’s always wanted to do.
It would be pure pleasure.
But fucking Grimes with the shampoo bottle, that had been fun.
McKnight opened the door.
Motherfucker.
Grimes had not moved a muscle.
He was bent over the tub, legs spread, balls squished against the rim, arms out and hands on the bar. His eyes were shut tight, and McKnight certainly could not blame him for that. His legs were shaking slightly, but he held on. He did not respond when McKnight opened the door, other than to take in an extra deep breath.
That was okay; McKnight responded enough for both of them.
Fuck kissing. He could kiss Grimes any day or night. He could kiss Grimes in front of his sister, some day. But an opportunity like this…
He practically ripped his zipper down and had his hard cock out before he’d even crossed the floor. Jesus, the shampoo bottle was still in the tub, shining wetly, and Grimes’ arms were straining from gripping the bar.
First the bars of the bed, now this. He’d really been putting Grimes through his paces tonight. McKnight couldn’t tell if he was irresponsible, kinky or just plain mean. He wanted to take Grimes’ hands off the grab bar and rub them until they relaxed.
But he also wanted to fuck Grimes. He could always fuck Grimes and then rub his hands. When in doubt, pick ‘all of the above’.
He stood behind Grimes and rubbed the head of his cock down the crack of his ass.
Grimes moaned.
“You are such a good boy,” McKnight growled.
He couldn’t quite believe Grimes had stayed like that the whole time McKnight was out of the room. But he must have, because here he was, spread out and still wet from the earlier fucking with the bottle and fingers and damn, McKnight had to get his cock inside fast. McKnight fumbled with the lube bottle, squeezed out enough to coat his cock and hissed at the touch of his own hand.
McKnight leaned forward, sank in.
Grimes shook under him. There was no flailing, thanks to the shampoo bottle.
Wait. He was supposed to wait. He was supposed to make Grimes come before he fucked him. Shit. Was that amateur or what? He’d said he was going to make Grimes come first.
But that was before they were interrupted. Plans change. You have to be flexible. Roll with the punches. It wasn’t so terrible. Simply a change of plan. McKnight wouldn’t come. He would make Grimes come from fucking him, but McKnight wouldn’t come. He would wait to come until later, when they were in bed.
That was a good new plan. McKnight kept thinking about the plan, to avoid thinking about how good it felt to be inside Grimes, finally.
Grimes started moving under him, pushing back, pulling away, fucking himself on McKnight’s cock. McKnight experimented with a few different angles, bending his knees and tilting his hips. When Grimes yelped, he knew he had the right one.
He slid his hand up Grime’s hip, across his back, and down again, down the middle, until his thumb was rubbing the top edge of Grimes’ asshole. The slide of his cock against his own thumb was hot and slick. Grimes’ asshole felt great, all stretched and smoothed out. Grimes shook even more when McKnight rubbed back and forth with the pad of his thumb.
“So open,” McKnight whispered. He loved the way Grimes shimmied on his cock when he said that, so he tried to think of something else to say. It wasn’t easy to think with those lean limbs stretched out under him and that soft skin under his thumb and that hot asshole surrounding his cock. “I love fucking you.”
McKnight mentally kicked himself; that was wrong. “You love it when I fuck you,” he said.
That was better; Grimes moaned.
McKnight reached over Grimes and grabbed the bar with his good hand, leaning over and pressing his chest against Grimes’ back. His weaker hand, getting stronger every day, stroked down Grimes’ lean flank. “You’re going to come now,” he whispered in Grimes’ ear. “I’ll touch your cock if I have to, but I don’t think I have to. I think you’re going to come just from me fucking your ass.” He thrust a bit harder and felt his balls swing from the suddenness of the movement. “You’re going to come from having such a big cock in your ass.”
Grimes wailed. One hand slipped off the bar and grabbed the far edge of the tub. He started to talk but words didn’t come out, only gibberish. McKnight didn’t have to decipher it. He knew what Grimes was trying to say. He was trying to beg.
McKnight sped up his movements, gripped Grimes’ hip tightly, slapped his belly against Grimes’ ass as he fucked hard.
Grimes’ nonwords were getting louder.
“Grab your cock,” McKnight ordered. “Make sure your come lands in the tub. But don’t stroke it.”
Grimes’ words suddenly made sense. “Don’t need to,” he panted as his hand flew to his cock and angled it downward and to one side.
The first clenching of Grimes’ ass around McKnight’s cock was like a fist. The second was even stronger. The third one was blinding. McKnight was so mesmerized by the sight of Grimes’ come hitting the tub he missed feeling the fourth one altogether.
“Stroke yourself now, make it last…”
Grimes did as he was told, drawing out his orgasm, prolonging the rhythmic pulses that massaged McKnight from root to tip.
“Motherfucker,” McKnight muttered. He couldn’t see Grimes’ cock, but he could see his forearm moving at a steady pace, milking every last drop.
McKnight breathed deep and pulled back. His cock was wedged so tightly inside Grimes, it took some effort to pull it loose. Grimes didn’t seem to want to let go. McKnight pushed himself up off Grimes and stood unsteadily.
Grimes remained bent over, obeying instructions to the end. His legs were still spread, and the way his hole was gaping open from the fucking was obscenely beautiful.
“Get up,” McKnight croaked, throat dry from all the heavy breathing.
Grimes unclasped the bar and pushed himself upright. Almost upright. He sagged back a bit, until McKnight’s cock poked him in the back.
Grimes spun around. “Sir!”
McKnight had to raise his hand fast to plant it in the middle of Grimes’ chest, to stop him from moving closer or going down on his knees.
McKnight wanted to see him lick up the come.
“Not so fast. I want to see you clean the tub.”
Grimes nodded and bit his lip and swallowed and even blushed, all at the same time. “Now, sir?”
“Yes, now. Right now.”
Grimes looked down at the tub, hesitating ever so slightly.
McKnight would hesitate too. It was a long way down. Grimes would get dizzy if he bent that far over.
The come was sliding down the gentle slope of the tub at a leisurely pace.
“Get in,” McKnight said suddenly. And damned if Grimes didn’t do it.
Fortunately, the tub was huge. There was enough room for Grimes to kneel and bend over and reach the come with his mouth without scraping his back on the taps. So he did, and McKnight watched, fascinated, as Grimes’ tongue lapped up the come.
McKnight’s eyes swept over Grimes’ bowed back and his ass up in the air like that, hole still open, wet with lube.
McKnight pushed Grimes forward gently, mid-lick. Grimes followed through effortlessly, with his tongue trailing up the back of the tub to the very rim. He only jumped the slightest bit when McKnight turned the water on.
The wait for the water to warm up was excruciating. Grimes still had his tongue out, caressing the smooth enamel of the tub, and he was shivering from the splash of cold water and the anticipation. McKnight kept his hand on the small of Grimes’ back. As soon as McKnight deemed the temperature to be comfortable, he rocked Grimes backward.
Grimes groaned when the warm water hit his tender hole. But he did manage to spread his legs a little bit more at the same time.
McKnight grabbed the bar of soap from the dish attached to the wall. He ran the bar over the taut globes and between them. Grimes made a gurgling sound.
Oh, this was good, McKnight thought as he put both hands under the tap and than lathered them up. He nudged Grimes forward, out from under the stream, and ran his hands all over the smooth skin.
“Sir,” Grimes moaned quietly.
McKnight slid a soapy finger inside.
“Oh!” Grimes moaned louder.
McKnight rotated his finger and felt the velvet walls hug it tightly.
“Shh, I’m getting you clean. You like things clean, don’t you?”
Grimes answered by arching his back. McKnight fucked two fingers inside and then tugged Grimes back under the water. He rinsed everything carefully. Grimes rotated his hips under the water, trying to get the pressure just right, McKnight assumed. It was a breathtaking sight.
“Enough,” McKnight commanded. “Time to clean me.”
Grimes rose to his knees and turned, mouth half open.
“No.” McKnight held out the soap.
Grimes took a long time to soap up his hands. He seemed reluctant, like he didn’t want to wash the smell and taste of himself off McKnight. McKnight patted his head to encourage him.
“That’s a good boy,” he said. “Take your time. Get my nice hard cock good and clean. I’m going to take you upstairs so we can test out that new bed.”
Grimes diligently soaped McKnight’s cock. He let his fingers slip and slide around and up and down the thick shaft, dipping down to soap balls, up to wash the thick, curly hair at the base.
McKnight was curious to know how Grimes planned to rinse the soap off. He had to reach out for the top of the grab bar when Grimes ducked down and filled his mouth with water. A firm hand on his hip guided him forward so he leaned over the tub, and Grimes let the clean water stream out of his mouth over McKnight’s soapy cock.
“Jesus, motherfucker…” McKnight muttered.
Grimes ducked down for another mouthful.
“Aw, fuck,” McKnight groaned. The water was warm, and Grimes’ mouth was inches from his hard dick, and McKnight was really really hard. The weight of the water made his cock bounce up and down. Diluted suds trailed down his thighs. Grimes kept rinsing.
McKnight really should have been standing in the tub. The floor was going to be a mess. He leaned more of his weight on his good arm and got as far over the tub as possible. The shape of Grimes’ lips when he spurted the water out of his mouth made McKnight ache. The last thing he wanted was to come from Grimes rinsing him, but he gritted his teeth and didn’t interrupt. Grimes kept rinsing him, aiming carefully. Finally, McKnight had to reach down and grab a handful of hair to make it stop.
“I think I’m clean,” he said gruffly.
Grimes grinned up at him.
Fuck. Grimes was having fun.
“Upstairs,” McKnight rasped.
He knew Grimes dried him with a towel, and he knew he’d patted Grimes dry with a towel, because he could remember the sigh Grimes made when the McKnight’s towel-covered hand pressed against his asshole. Grimes put a robe on him, and wrapped a towel around himself and somehow they got up the stairs, because the next thing McKnight was aware of was shrugging off the robe while Grimes crawled onto the bed.
Maybe it was a Zen thing. He’d been so in the moment he couldn’t remember exactly doing it, but it had been done, and now they were facing each other on the bed. They touched at the knees, and where McKnight’s raging hard on prodded Grimes’ softer cock, and at the chest. Grimes squirmed against him, and McKnight could have sworn he heard chest hair rasping against still-damp skin.
“Grimes…” he said. He closed his eyes.
Grimes reached between them and lightly touched McKnight’s cock.
“Grimes,” he repeated. He knew he sounded helpless.
“Yes, sir.”
McKnight opened his eyes.
Grimes’ eyes shone at him. “Anything you want, sir. Anything.”
McKnight’s mind went blank but for one thing.
“I want you to kiss me.”
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