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Title: Fending For Himself
Author: Haleth
Fandom/Pairing: BHD, Army of Two, Grimes/McKnight
Rating: R
Warning: KINK. If you don't like kink, don't read kink. Although this one isn't so kinky, since McKnight isn't even there. But there's still kink. Grimes can't help himself. sub/dom.
Dedication: Happy Birthday second_banana, my loyal, hot and very tasty internet wife.
Fending For Himself
Grimes peeked out from behind the baseball booth through the barely parted curtain. She was out there. Marilou Charter. The wife of Major Thomas Charter.
And she knew.
Don’t ask him how. It was a mystery. But she knew. She knew about him and McKnight and everything.
She hadn’t told him she knew. Not in so many words. She’d certainly made him believe she knew. Innuendo is a powerful thing. Maybe she didn’t know the details but she’d got the gist of it. And she was out there, right now.
Goddamn. Grimes wished he could turn back time and fix things. He never would have joined the community center or taken the yoga classes.
Fuck. He’d just wanted to stay limber. He was having a bit of trouble with his leg. The injured one. The ankle was stiff, sore sometimes. He needed some physio for it, but he wasn’t covered and he didn’t want to go to the military hospital and yoga seemed ideal. And it was. He got all stretched out and limber and what it did for the sex…oh, what the yoga did for the sex.
That was a problem. She probably thought he was doing the yoga just for the sex or something.
“John, what are you doing?”
Grimes turned to face Linda McKnight. “Uh. Nothing.”
“Are you hiding?”
You couldn’t lie to Linda McKnight. After all, she was a high school English teacher.
“There’s someone out there I’d rather not run into.”
“Marilou?” Linda asked, eyes narrowing in much the same way McKnight’s eyes narrowed whenever he thought about someone or something that might be a threat to Grimes. It was reassuring and unnerving at the same time.
Of course, Linda knew about Marilou because Grimes had gone over to her house after the confrontation and told her all about it.
That was how Grimes thought of it. The confrontation. He’d been busy in the parlor, going through some of Mildred’s costume jewelry, sorting out the saleable items from the damaged or worthless pieces, when the doorbell rang. Grimes had not been expecting anyone, so he’d made sure he was presentable before answering.
And there stood Marilou Charter, one of the women from his yoga class. She was fortyish, trim, pretty if a bit bland, with neatly cut brown hair. Very normal, Grimes thought. She had a prim sort of demeanor of the sort that Grimes couldn’t quite suss. He appreciated restraint in public from anyone, but there seemed to be something lurking beneath it.
He would soon find out that the lurking thing was malicious. And potentially dangerous.
“John, I’m so glad you’re home. I wanted to speak to you in private.”
Grimes could not imagine what this woman could possibly have to say to him in private.
A screech from behind the elderberry bush alerted him to the presence of a small child. A small child that was chasing the cat through the garden.
Grimes twitched. “Ah, perhaps the child would be better inside.”
Marilou smirked. “Particular about our garden, are we?”
What the hell had that meant? Grimes thought. “No, but there are a few toxic plants I’m attempting to get rid of. I wouldn’t want the child to accidentally eat the laurel.” Or maybe he would. The child had managed to grab the cat’s tail, and the cat wailed piteously before scrabbling her way free.
The child careened around the dogwood tree and skidded to a halt in front of Grimes.
Grimes didn’t dislike children, but he wasn’t quite sure how to act around them either. But they couldn’t be all that different from adults. “Hello,” he said pleasantly.
The child stuck out his tongue. “Tommy Junior!” Marilou squealed.
“Would you like a snack?” Grimes asked, always eager to be a good host.
And so Tommy Junior sat in the kitchen eating some cookies and Grimes sat in the living room on the couch while Marilou sat primly in McKnight’s chair. Primly was not something Grimes thought he would ever see in McKnight’s chair, but there it was, and Grimes was starting to sweat.
“John, I’m not a gossip, or a prude, but I feel it incumbent upon myself to talk to you about your situation.”
Grimes nodded, encouraging her to go on, mind reeling, eyes staying calm.
“It’s come to my attention that you are… that you have… “ She looked around the room hesitantly as if seeking a clue. “It’s difficult to talk about.”
No kidding. Grimes was finding it downright painful.
“It’s about your relationship,” Marilou whispered.
Grimes tried to look as vacant as he possibly could.
“I saw you after yoga class a couple of weeks ago. Getting in the car. And I wasn’t going to say a word, but I spoke to Julie after class last week and she said that she saw the same thing and that it was nothing at all to worry about and she was sure I was mistaken about the meaning of it.”
Grimes nodded again, keeping his face carefully blank.
“My husband, Major Charter, as you may know, has served with Colonel McKnight.”
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Thinking and praying for guidance. I talked to Julie, and I’ve asked God for an answer, and I’ve decided I can’t ignore it any longer. As I said, I’m not a gossip or a prude, but some things go beyond the pale, and this is a good, Christian community. This sort of… liaison cannot be tolerated.”
Grimes fell to a million pieces inside, but he held it together on the surface. He had to think, but it was almost impossible with this smug, prissy, holier-than-thou, righteous bitch sitting in his living room. Motherfucker, he thought, and almost laughed out loud in his panic.
He’d been worried, getting into the car with McKnight like that. But he’d also been thrilled to be out in public. They hadn’t touched. They’d just smiled and gone on their way. Julie saw them and Marilou saw them, and maybe others saw too, but they hadn’t done a goddamn thing. Even Julie agreed with that. Marilou had said so.
Marilou was jumping to conclusions. Wild outrageous conclusions. Totally true conclusions, but she didn’t have to know that.
What the fuck was she doing in his living room? Did she get off on making people uncomfortable? Was she there to gloat? Had she already called the base about it, or was she waiting to hear a tearful confession and then she’d destroy McKnight’s life?
He wanted to kick himself for endangering McKnight’s career. Stupid stupid stupid. He should have been more careful. More surreptitious. It wasn’t the end of the world though, not if Grimes acted decisively. She wouldn’t have called anyone; she was definitely the self-righteous type who would want to confront the imagined beast on her own before she bragged to everyone about how brave she was. He had to stop this before it went any further.
He shifted his position to gain a few seconds, staring at the carpet. He looked up at Marilou through his lashes. He knew he looked demur when he did that. He knew it drove McKnight crazy. He wasn’t sure why he was doing it now, or what sort of effect it would have on this woman, but he trusted his instincts and all but batted his eyes at her.
She looked deer-in-the-headlights-shocked.
“I can understand that,” he said, making his voice smooth and unthreatening and a little bit soft. Low, too. In spite of the girlish eyelashes, he kept his voice sounding very masculine. “And I appreciate your decency and uprightness, and your courage in coming here to talk to me about this. I can see why you’re concerned. You have that fine young son in there; you want to protect him from bad influences.”
Marilou nodded, and then stopped nodding. Oh, she was probably freaking out inside. She’d brought her little boy into the home of a deviant! She squirmed a little in her chair.
McKnight’s chair. Grimes had to duck his head down to hide his smirk when he thought about the things he and McKnight had done on that chair and how she would react if she found out the things they’d done on that chair.
Then he pushed that thought out of his mind. He had to keep a clear head. McKnight was three states away conducting a classified training program. He wasn’t here to handle this. It was up to Grimes to protect McKnight’s honor.
When he looked up again, he had it all under control. “Surely you don’t think that a woman has to give up the more sensual pleasures in life, just to keep up appearances, do you?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“The school isn’t going to… I mean, it’s okay, isn’t it? Do they still have rules about unmarried teachers? We are very careful to be discreet.” Grimes tried to look as young and nervous as possible, which wasn’t hard since he was terrified and he’d just shaved the night before.
That was the new thing. McKnight was going to be gone a long time. He didn’t want Grimes looking like some crazed biker when he got back. He’d ordered Grimes to shave every second week, on Wednesday night. Shave as closely and thoroughly as McKnight had shaved him in the bathtub that first time, and the night before he left this time. Shave and masturbate.
He could masturbate any time he wanted, but on those nights he was to shave. And then get in the bath and masturbate. That’s what Grimes had done the night before and he was glad of it, because he knew how young it made him look. Young and vulnerable.
And sexy.
He wasn’t stupid.
Grimes figured it was time to blush. Of course, the thought of Linda didn’t make him blush, so he had to think of something else.
He thought about McKnight’s last night at home. Grimes had put the Superbowl Highlights tape in the VCR, and McKnight had sat back in his chair and watched football while Grimes knelt between his spread thighs and held McKnight’s semi-hard cock gingerly in his mouth until McKnight finished his beer. And then McKnight had grabbed Grimes’ hair and shoved his by-then rigid cock up into Grimes’ mouth and fucked his face until he had a fast, hard orgasm.
Then they’d done the shaving. And then they’d fucked.
“Surely, you’re not opposed to two consenting adults finding comfort and companionship with each other? Two normal, healthy people who have discovered they have a certain connection, and only want to bring each other happiness and… pleasure.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jo… Mr. Grimes.”
Oh, yeah. He was right on target.
Grimes smiled. “Why, pleasure, Mrs. Charter. And Miss McKnight, of course. Just because she’s a school teacher, and in a position of authority, I don’t think she should be denied… recreation.”
“Mi-Miss McKnight?” Marilou stuttered.
“Why, yes, Linda McKnight. Isn’t that why you’re here?” Grimes put on the very same innocent face that always made McKnight tell him to kneel right now.
Marilou’s right eye twitched slightly.
Got her. “As a military wife,” Grimes continued, “you should be able to understand better than anyone how lonely it gets, being on your own. Not single - you’re obviously married, and happily so - but you’re alone sometimes, when your husband is serving elsewhere. You know what it’s like to feel needy.”
She nodded.
“Where is your husband now, Mrs. Charter?” he asked.
“Out of state,” she said defensively.
“And how long has it been since he was here?” he asked in the kindest voice he could muster under the circumstances.
“Three weeks,” she said. More like whispered.
Grimes nodded sagely. “Ah, three weeks.” It was four for him. “That’s a long time to be on your own.”
Marilou stared at him, the insufferably prudish look starting to melt from her face, replaced by a flustered panic. She hadn’t expected him to confess, even if he wasn’t exactly confessing to what she’d wanted him to confess to. And she hadn’t expected him to confess in such a sweet, seductive tone. She certainly hadn’t expected him to glide across the room like that.
Grimes perched on the ottoman beside McKnight’s chair. He put his hand on the arm of the chair, next to her arm. Almost touching. It she’d been a man, he would have been brushing the hair of her forearm with his fingertips.
He put that thought out of his mind.
“Do you think a woman reaches a certain age and no longer requires… attention?”
Marilou touched her throat self-consciously. She was probably feeling a little warm. Grimes cranked up the heat. He blushed up at Marilou.
“I know most people would think I’m a bit young for her.” Grimes let his fingers creep forward to touch her skin.
She drew her arm back suddenly, as if burned.
He did the eyelash thing again. “But I like a woman with…” Grimes paused for effect, “…experience.”
Now she was blushing too.
“And I know a lot of women, once they get a bit older, appreciate the attentions of a younger man.”
Marilou stood up quite suddenly.
Grimes stood too. He was four or five inches taller than her, and he leaned quite close. “I admit it’s not the most conventional relationship. Linda refuses to make a serious commitment. She says a young man needs to be free to do as he pleases.”
“As well you should,” Marilou said as she backed away. She looked to the kitchen, but her son was not in sight. Grimes had made sure to leave the box of cookies in full view and within easy reach on the counter, so the kid wouldn’t think to come out and disturb them. “You should feel free to, um, you know.”
Marilou kept backing up to the hallway and Grimes followed. This was a dance. He had to play it to the very last note.
“I may be young,” he said, and he brushed his fingers over the spot on her throat, right where she’d touched earlier. A weak spot to be exploited. “But I know what pleases me.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Marilou squeaked.
“And I know how to please a woman."
Marilou gasped.
"Isn’t that why you came here, Mrs. Charter? You miss your husband. You think, maybe, a younger man might be able to—”
“Tommy!” Marilou called shrilly.
Grimes was careful to step away, but not before the boy say him close to his mother. Now there was a witness. She would never say a word about this to anyone.
Grimes had watched her drag the kid to her car and drive away, and made himself count to two hundred before tearing through the woods to see if Linda was home from school yet.
Linda hadn’t thought it that big a deal. She’d congratulated him on his quick thinking, and told him to relax. Marilou was nothing but a nosy parker. And it had made Grimes laugh to hear Linda say something as colloquial as ‘nosy parker’. They’d had dinner and played a game of gin and tried to forget about the whole thing.
But now Marilou Charter was out there.
“What the hell is she doing here?” he hissed.
“This is the high school fall fair. Everyone comes to the fall fair. I told you that when you agreed to help.”
He’d been helping all day – setting up booths and running errands, driving and carrying and doing all those sorts of things any boyfriend would do for his girlfriend when she was helping to run a huge fall fair for the whole high school. Currently, he was setting up fresh plates after people smashed the old ones with baseballs.
“Not the whole town, only students!” he protested.
“Marilou Charter has a daughter in tenth grade.”
What? How could she. She had that little boy. He couldn’t have been more than four years old.
“From her first marriage,” Linda added.
Grimes blinked. First marriage. “She’s widowed?”
“Divorced,” Linda said.
Divorce. Little Miss Christian ethics was divorced. Well well well.
“What is the problem, John? You told me you convinced her you and I were lovers.”
“I did. I just don’t want to ever have to… oh, shit, is that her husband?”
A very tall, very broad-shouldered Major stood next to Marilou, preparing to throw baseballs and win his wife a prize.
“Tommy Charter. I know him. He came over to the house a few times back when he and Danny were both captains.”
Realization dawned. “They served together?”
“They came up the ranks together.”
“And now he’s a major and…” It still felt funny saying McKnight’s name out loud but it was appropriate. “Danny is a full Colonel.”
Linda nodded.
“I’m sure that must bug the good Major. I bet he’s complained to his wife about it.”
Linda nodded again.
“I’m sure she’d love to make Danny look bad,” Grimes said.
“It only takes a well-placed rumor to ruin a man,” Linda agreed.
A slow, mischievous grin crept up Grimes’ face. “Let’s give her something to gossip about.”
It was weird. Not disgusting weird, but it was definitely weird. There were things about Linda that reminded Grimes of her brother, but she was definitely not him. And definitely a woman. And his lover’s sister. So that was a bit distasteful.
But he’d set himself up for this. Practically bragged about being a young stud. And he had to take all suspicion off McKnight.
He hoped he wouldn’t get Linda in trouble.
It wasn’t a difficult plan to execute. He simply pulled the curtain back at the right moment. His arms went around Linda’s waist quite naturally. He was standing on the narrow platform that ran across the back of the booth, so he was even a little taller than her. He let one hand slide up her back and held the back of her neck possessively. Linda, thankfully, let herself be led.
Grimes leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Tentatively. Too tentatively. Linda grabbed his arm and squeezed. Right. Passion. He parted his lips and she did too and he pressed her body closer to his.
This wasn’t bad at all. After all, McKnight had done it with Roz. Of course, Grimes had been there, and then they’d had sex on the stairs and everything was perfect, and he would have to wait seven weeks before fucking McKnight anywhere, but this was for a good cause.
Grimes let his tongue creep into Linda’s mouth. Peppermint. She jerked back a bit but he held her firmly. It would look as if she was worried about someone seeing her kiss her lover in public, not like she was revolted. She wasn’t revolted, was she? Maybe she hated men. No, McKnight had said she’d been engaged ton one at some point. Maybe she was repulsed by kissing her brother’s boyfriend.
Maybe she didn't like Grimes.
Nonsense. Some things were genetic. After all, she was McKnight's sister.
And it was too late to stop now. Grimes went for it wholehearted, plunging his tongue into her mouth. You can’t fake that sort of thing. He kept his hand chastely on her waist, but made sure it cupped her waist perfectly, as if it had been there a thousand times before. He massaged the back of her neck a bit and was quite relieved when her mouth softened and she started to kiss back.
He wondered how it would look – this severe older woman having her mouth ravaged by a younger man. Grimes licked across her lips and then took the lower one between his and sucked lightly. It had driven him crazy when McKnight did that to Roz. He brushed his cheek over hers playfully, and she pulled back from the week’s worth of stubble.
Maybe she liked the same sort of kissing her brother liked. That would explain the way her jaw was a bit slack and her eyes a bit glazed and she kept running her tongue over her lips as if tasting him again. “John,” she whispered loud enough for people to hear. “Not here!” And she gave a little giggle totally inappropriate for a woman of her age.
Grimes didn’t dare look to see how many people had witnessed this spectacle, but he knew that Major Charter was staring with his mouth open and his wife had her hand at that place on her throat, and her other hand was on her thigh and it was rubbing her dress against her leg, up and down, without her even knowing it.
Too late, lady, Grimes thought smugly. You had your chance.
Grimes nuzzled Linda’s neck and kissed her jaw. A lingering kind of kiss. “Later,” he said in that same low, smooth voice he’d used on Marilou the week before.
And then he looked up, right at Marilou, and winked.
Major Charter's eyes narrowed and he stared at his flustered wife.
Wouldn’t have to be worrying about that particular nosy parker anymore.
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