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Title: 22 - Clean
Author: Haleth
Fandom/Pairing: BHD, McKnight/Grimes
Rating: NC-17,
Warning: Do you need to be warned? If you read Oral Fixation, you should know what's going to happen...Sub/dom, anal everything.
Disclaimer: 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.
Clean
Grimes lay on his stomach in the middle of the bed. There was no pillow under his head, which was turned to face the wall. There was a pillow under his hips, which took pressure off his spine and made him comfortable enough to fall asleep. Except the pillow under his hips pushed his ass up.
And McKnight was lying on top of him, rubbing his scratchy face against Grimes’ hair and making quiet noises in his throat.
So. No sleep would be occurring in the bed for some time.
McKnight’s weight pressed him into the mattress. McKnight’s chest hair prickled against the skin of his back. McKnight’s cock nestled between his ass cheeks. McKnight’s knees gently pried his legs apart.
“Yesssssss,” Grimes hissed.
“Yes, what?” McKnight’s voice was rough.
“Yes, sir.” Grimes corrected his error.
“Yes, sir, what?”
Yes, sir, everything. McKnight’s hands on his skin, McKnight’s eyes boring into him, McKnight’s cock inside, pushing, stretching, filling. Thick and hard, angled just right, all the way in until McKnight’s balls were squashed against the tops of Grimes’ thighs.
“Yes, your cock up my ass, sir,” Grimes blurted out, meaning to say it all but unable to prevent himself from skipping to the final, most desired outcome.
McKnight’s chuckle rumbled in Grimes’ ear. “I have to get my oral fix first.”
Grimes bit his lip and fidgeted with his toes.
McKnight rolled off him and sat on the bed with the side of his thigh pressed against Grimes’ side.
Grimes loved it when McKnight touched his back like that. So possessively. Fingers traced his spine and followed his ribs and massaged his muscles and caressed his waist.
McKnight bent down and his tongue danced across Grimes’ back. Grimes shut his eyes and concentrated.
McKnight was writing his name. In invisible yet indelible saliva. He wrote ‘Danny’ across the top of Grimes’ back. Grimes could picture it glowing across his lats.
“You taste good.”
He did?
McKnight breathed in. “You smell good, too.”
Grimes tried to breathe steadily.
“I’m going to taste you all over.”
What?
“Don’t move.”
What?
“Don’t speak.”
“Sir?”
“Shhh.” McKnight leaned across and down so he could look Grimes in the eye. His face was sideways and dead serious. “Do not speak, soldier. Do not move. Do not try to get away.”
Grimes fought the panic. He trusted McKnight. Honestly, he did. But the phrase ‘do not try to get away’ had some bad connotations for Grimes.
“Listen carefully. If you want me to stop, and I mean really stop, you can say ‘That’s enough, Colonel.’ Do you understand?”
Grimes nodded.
“Repeat the safe words, soldier.”
Grimes didn’t want to ever say any of them, but it was an order. “‘That’s enough, Colonel’.”
“Good boy. Now, refrain from using any words.”
No words. Okay. As long as he could make all the noises he wanted.
McKnight’s palms were on his ass now, cupping him, fingers squeezing. As always happened when McKnight did that, Grimes felt as if his ass were swelling to better fit those hands. McKnight’s hands never belittled or punished or mocked. They always made Grimes feel like more.
McKnight spread his hands, pulling Grimes’ cheeks apart.
Grimes didn’t think McKnight would fault him for squirming just a bit when he did that. He could feel cool air on his asshole.
Where was the lube? Grimes wanted lube. If he had lube, he would get cock. He really, really wanted cock.
Instead, he got the dry pad of a finger tip, pressing, but not nearly enough to enter.
“Hot,” McKnight said, and warm breath raised goose bumps on the uncovered parts of Grimes’ ass.
“It looks so small,” McKnight said, not quite conversationally. “I don’t know how I fit inside such a tiny, perfect little hole.”
It isn’t easy, Grimes thought. But if you’d just put a little lube on that finger…
The finger rubbed in a slow, deliberate circle around his opening.
“You can’t imagine how good it looks, your asshole relaxing and opening up for me.”
It appeared Grimes was destined to be relaxed and opened, lube or no lube.
“You’re getting softer,” McKnight rasped. His voice was getting harsher, as if his throat was dry. Parched.
Oh, Jesus, McKnight was trying to talk him open.
“All the little ridges will flatten out and go smooth when my cock stretches you open.”
Grimes’d had no idea McKnight ever looked at him that closely. The light in the room suddenly seemed very bright.
“And inside,” McKnight said with a moan. “So snug, so perfect.”
Grimes wasn’t allowed to respond with words. He wriggled his ass so the finger pressed harder against his hole. And he whimpered.
McKnight chuckled again. Grimes was glad someone was finding this amusing.
“You love my cock in your ass.”
Cock, fingers, thumbs – just put something inside me! Grimes silently pleaded.
“I bet you taste good.”
McKnight had already stated that when he licked his name across Grimes’ back.
McKnight’s finger stopped circling.
Aw, fuck, that was the bridge of McKnight’s nose brushing across Grimes’ right cheek.
“Mmm, smells good.”
Jesus! Fuck! Why was he smelling Grimes’ ass?
“Little bit of soap,” McKnight rumbled.
Grimes wanted to sink into the mattress.
“You’re always so clean for me.”
Of course he was. Grimes always made sure he was clean for McKnight. He took pride in his cleanliness and preparedness.
“I can picture you cleaning yourself for me.”
Of course he could. McKnight had watched Grimes lube himself enough times. Substitute a bit of soap for the lube.
“Does your cock get hard when you clean yourself for me?”
Grimes knew McKnight was picturing Grimes in the shower or by the sink or in the bath, sliding a soapy finger inside, cock not actually hard but not quite flaccid either.
He didn’t really get off on his own finger in his ass. Not when McKnight wasn’t watching. It was his finger, nothing terribly exciting. Besides, he always knew what his finger was going to do next. McKnight’s fingers got him hard instantly because he never knew what to expect, so every movement set his nerves on fire. One slow teasing finger, two fast and scissoring, three wriggling and stretching, curling, fucking, caressing…
No, it wasn’t what Grimes did to his own ass that started him getting hard when he cleaned himself for McKnight. It was that he was doing it for McKnight. It was in anticipation of what McKnight might do.
“Do you think about what I’m going to do to your ass later when you’re washing yourself?”
There he went, reading Grimes’ mind. Again.
McKnight’s breath made Grimes tingle.
Grimes tried not to move.
McKnight licked the base of Grimes’ spine.
Grimes tensed.
McKnight trailed his tongue down. Clean, but there was sweat breaking out as Grimes got tenser. Sweat in the usual sensitive places. Under Grimes’ arms, on his neck, the crack of his ass.
McKnight licked up the sweat.
Grimes reached for a pillow and clutched it anxiously.
McKnight moved his fingertip away from Grimes’ asshole and flexed the rest of his fingers, spreading Grimes’ cheeks more.
Grimes made a sound like air escaping from a balloon.
McKnight flattened his tongue and dragged it across Grimes’ asshole.
Grimes used a word.
Technically, that was a violation. It could have made McKnight stop. But since the word Grimes used had nothing to do with any of the safe words, McKnight must have decided it was within acceptable tolerances.
The word was ‘please’.
McKnight, it became quite obvious, did not consider that word a violation at all, because the more Grimes said it, the more McKnight licked. Speed, frequency and wetness all increased. Grimes didn’t want to push his luck, so he stopped making the word and stuck to noises. Again and again, McKnight lapped at Grimes as if he were dessert.
They hadn’t had any dessert with dinner. Maybe that was why McKnight was acting so ravenous.
Maybe Grimes should skip dessert more often.
McKnight pushed his legs apart and ass up until Grimes was on his knees. He clawed at the backs of Grimes’ thighs. He swirled his tongue around the little ridges and worked his lips against skin.
Grimes shoved the pillow under his chest and held on tightly.
He would not survive. He would pass out soon. Claudia Raymond must have been the happiest woman in the European Theater of Operations if McKnight used his mouth on her anything like that. But Grimes wasn’t jealous of her at all, because McKnight was using his mouth on Grimes now.
Grimes had been so right it made him euphoric; McKnight could really use his mouth. No wonder McKnight had that dream. If Grimes could do something, anything, that well, he’d dream about it too. All the time.
McKnight started fucking with his tongue. Since shouting and screaming were probably not allowed, Grimes settled for making very loud, non-specific vowel sounds, which kept getting louder and higher and just more.
McKnight stopped tongue fucking so he could take several large gulps of air. “You can talk now,” he panted.
Grimes didn’t know what to say. Until McKnight’s tongue slithered back into his asshole. Then Grimes spoke.
“Jesus! Fuck, sir! Goddamn. Ah, fuck, fuck.”
Okay, so maybe he still didn’t know what to say.
“So good, sir!”
That was a minor improvement.
“Please, oh, please. Please fuck me.”
McKnight stopped licking again. “I don’t want to fuck you; I want to eat your ass.”
Grimes could not fucking believe McKnight had just said that.
“I’m gonna eat your ass until you can’t take it anymore. Then I’ll fuck you.”
McKnight resumed.
Grimes tucked his chin and looked between his legs. McKnight was kneeling on the bed behind Grimes. His cock was standing out from his body, a thick solid… beer can. That’s what people called a cock like that. Beer can cock.
It wasn’t literally as wide as a beer can, but it was close enough. Fat and thick and solid and heavy, pressing up against McKnight’s belly, which was also thick and solid and heavy… and was something else Grimes liked to lick. But not now.
McKnight slowed his licking until he was smacking his lips lasciviously and making Grimes’ legs shake.
Grimes had to lift his head to keep from getting any more dizzy. “Ah, sir, I think I should be doing that.”
McKnight rubbed his cheek against Grimes’ cheek. Heavy stubble against smooth ass. “You’re flexible, Grimes.” Teeth grazed pale skin. “You’re not that flexible.”
“I mean, I should, you can… I should be serving you, sir.”
“You are. I need to use my mouth. As long as you keep your ass up in the air like that so I don’t get a crick in my neck, you’re doing fine. It’s passive serving, Grimes.”
He dove back into Grimes’ ass with a impulsive moan. Wet laps from balls to anus and back, then the almost unbearable scraping as McKnight rubbed his whole face back and forth.
“Fucking perfect ass,” McKnight groaned.
Grimes couldn’t make his lips move anymore. They were stuck in a possibly permanent ‘o’. He could not stop the guttural sounds coming from them either.
McKnight’s mouth moved away, and Grimes was flipped onto his back. His hips were still raised by the pillow, his legs still spread. McKnight pushed the legs up to his chest, moved Grimes arms so they were holding the legs up and apart.
“Don’t let go,” McKnight ordered.
Don’t let go. Don’t try to get away. Don’t speak. No, do speak. He could speak. He was allowed to speak. He just wasn’t capable of it at the moment.
McKnight moved up under Grimes’ ass, letting Grimes rest on the tops of McKnight’s spread thighs. His cock started to rub back and forth against Grimes’ asshole. McKnight must have been holding it in his hand, moving it. Grimes couldn’t tell. For all he knew, McKnight’s cock was moving of its own volition.
“You’re so fucking ready, so open,” McKnight growled.
The thought ‘so, fuck me already’ crossed Grimes’ mind. It came out of his mouth as a gurgle.
McKnight leaned over Grimes to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table. His cock pressed into Grimes. It took no special effort or aim, from what Grimes could tell. Grimes was, as McKnight had pointed out, so fucking open. The head of McKnight’s cock slipped right in.
“Sir,” Grimes gasped.
McKnight’s eyes closed. He was holding himself back, putting only part of his weight on Grimes, sinking deeper and deeper, slowly. “Motherfucker,” he rasped.
Grimes mouth was half-open. He stayed passive at first, when McKnight’s lips hit his. Musky taste of himself, McKnight’s hyperactive tongue everywhere, firm insistent lips. Like nothing he’d ever… needed more.
McKnight’s cock popped all the way in when Grimes kissed back. No lube required. It was insanely good. McKnight’s chest pushed his shins and thighs tighter to his chest, head dropped between them so he could kiss Grimes, the taste and feel of the kiss staggering.
Grimes rocked his hips up. McKnight started to pound furiously. Grimes didn’t want him to ever stop, but there must have been something in the pitch of his constant moans that alerted McKnight to the burn in Grimes’ ass.
“Sorry,” McKnight whispered in his ear. Sorry for fucking what?
McKnight sat up abruptly and the change of angle made Grimes’ eyes roll back in their sockets.
“You okay?” McKnight still had the bottle of lube in his hand. He squirted some between them and eased his cock out slowly. Slowly because Grimes’ asshole did not want to let go. “This’ll help,” McKnight said hastily as he coated the shaft of his cock. He slid back in, the lube coated Grimes inside, the burn faded, and Grimes was able to open his eyes.
McKnight was all the way in again. Balls-deep in Grimes’ ass. He had his thighs spread and Grimes propped up on them.
Grimes’ cock was quivering against his tightened abs. McKnight petted it tenderly, stroked Grimes’ balls delicately. Looked down at Grimes, who still had his knees almost above his shoulders, still holding on.
McKnight ground his hips. Slight. Subtle. Grind.
“Boys,” McKnight said in that harsh voice. “Men. Men used to come to me. Mostly young men. Sometimes pretty men.”
Did Grimes really want to hear this?
“They were looking for someone to serve. Someone worth serving.”
Then they were looking in the right fucking place, Grimes thought.
“They served me. Some of them. Mostly they sucked my dick. Sometimes I fucked them.”
Was this REALLY the time for this?
But then, Grimes thought of those anonymous men, kneeling for McKnight, bending over for McKnight…
“Never for more than one night,” McKnight added.
Of course not. They never slept with him in a bed, or made his meals or did his laundry or massaged him when he was tired, or spent a whole evening curled up at McKnight’s feet, head in his lap, lazily sucking his cock and licking his balls.
“Usually not for more time than it took to come.”
They probably never got a second chance.
“But it wasn’t really them searching.”
Grimes gasped when McKnight did a little hip swivel.
“It was me. I was the one searching. I was searching for a good boy.”
Was it Grimes, or did McKnight’s cock just get even thicker?
McKnight ran his hands up Grimes’ shins and pushed his arms away. He pulled Grimes’ legs straight and slid his hands under Grimes’ arms to support his back.
Up slowly. Grimes got dizzy from getting upright after all that time with his head below his heart. That wasn’t the only thing making him dizzy. The shift of McKnight’s cock inside Grimes was beyond words.
Finally, they were nose to nose.
“I found him.” McKnight whispered. “Fucking perfect boy. The best perfect good boy ever.”
Grimes bent his knees so his legs wrapped around McKnight’s waist.
“It wasn’t an accident, that evening in the bar back in June. I asked around. I found out where you were likely to be.”
McKnight placed a single, closed-mouth kiss on Grimes’ lips.
“I was looking for you, John.”
Grimes was going to pass out. He couldn’t think of any other way to respond.
McKnight kissed him again, and it was like mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Grimes held onto McKnight’s broad shoulders and started to rock back and forth. If it were possible for two people to be sucking each other’s tongues at the same time, they were doing it. Grimes moved up and down and around, spiraling.
McKnight bit Grimes’ lower lip. “Ah, yeah, good boy. So good. So perfect. Mine.”
“For as long,” Grimes panted, “as you want to be my commanding officer.” He took a deep, deep breath. He thought about the letters emblazoned across his back. “Danny.”
Crushed. He was being crushed by powerful arms, crushed against a barrel chest, crushed into heat and sweat and McKnight. Any more crushing and he would be done for.
Fortunately, his very hard cock decided that was the moment to erupt, and the sudden release of fluid relieved the crushing pressure a little, once the almost painful throbbing of his whole groin eased off.
McKnight was still holding him tight, still coming inside him. Grimes tucked his head down against McKnight’s neck and brushed his lips lazily over the scar.
“I don’t want to let go,” McKnight said after a while.
“You have to, sir. We’re going to be glued together.” They were pressed so tightly, Grimes’ come wasn’t even dripping down.
“I want to stay inside you.”
“You’ll fall out sooner or later, sir.”
McKnight licked Grimes’ forehead. “Did you mean that?”
What? The ‘for as long as…’ part, or the ‘Danny’ part?
“Every word,” Grimes said.
“Me too.”
“And I’m not jealous,” Grimes said.
“No?”
“No. Not of all those boys or the woman you used to go down on. You can dream about them all you want.”
“Don’t have to. Next time I need an oral fix, I can dream about you and wake up to the real thing.”
Oh.
YES.
They did finally disengage. Grimes’ foot fell asleep and McKnight got a cramp in his leg. Grimes' legs were unsteady. McKngiht rubbed them to get the blood moving. Grimes did the same for McKnight. They spent a good twenty minutes lying side by side and kissing before they went downstairs for a hot shower.
McKnight had Grimes up against the wall of the shower. He was rubbing all over Grimes’ back with soapy hands.
The letters didn’t wash off. At least Grimes could still feel them.
“I think you marked me permanently,” he murmured against the tile.
McKnight touched Grimes’ neck where he’d sucked so hard earlier. “That’ll fade in a week or two,” he said reassuringly.
No, it wouldn’t.
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