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Title: 4 – Ideal Weight
Author: Haleth
Fandom/Pairing: BHD. McKnight/Grimes
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Oh, that kinky stuff. You know submission. Dominance. Dirty talk. Humiliation. All the stuff you like.
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.
Ideal Weight
McKnight took deep calming breaths. Grimes was so wiry! McKnight’d seen his arms lots. Seen his belly. But what was in between…and beneath! He was pale skin and sinew and hair. McKnight loved body hair. He loved the way he could see the muscles and tendons and bones under Grimes’ skin. You might think someone that slender would look delicate, but all McKnight could see was the strength. He imagined he could see inside Grimes, like that Visible Man model he’d had when he was a kid. He could see what made Grimes tick. Inside.
He slid his hands down Grimes’ back. Fought to not count ribs. He didn’t want Grimes to feel self-conscious. Or compare himself too much to McKnight.
McKnight was stocky. Always had been. It wasn’t a problem as long as he was playing football or hauling a 60 pound pack on a forced march or carrying a wounded man to the Humvee. But it wasn’t, he was aware, the ideal body type. Most people preferred a taller, more defined physique, like Gibson’s or Eversmann’s. Or, like McKnight, they preferred a slender, even thin type. Like that Blackburn kid. Gibson and Eversmann seemed to like that Blackburn kid. Blackburn was a bit too pretty for McKnight’s taste. He liked… well, he liked Grimes.
Who fit on top of McKnight perfectly. Grimes was, in fact, McKnight’s ideal weight.
The thought struck McKnight as funny, but he didn’t want to laugh. Grimes wouldn’t understand why he was laughing, and he was skittish enough without a misunderstanding making it worse. He thought about sharing the joke as his hands settled on Grimes’ ass. Grimes shivered under them. Not from the cold.
Maybe he was nervous. Probably never been naked all the way with a guy who was naked all the way, at least not one who was commanding him. McKnight had certainly never been all the way naked with someone he was commanding.
Time to share.
“Hey, I think you’re my ideal weight.”
The only answer was a quickening of Grimes’ breath.
So. He was nervous.
“I don’t know why I didn’t get you naked like this before. You feel fucking great.”
Grimes made a whimpering sound as McKnight caressed his ass tenderly.
McKnight felt the smooth skin slide under his fingers. He squeezed lightly. When Grimes tried to shrink away from his squeezing fingers (which wasn’t a bad thing at all since it increased the heat and pressure against McKnight’s cock) McKnight realized what Grimes was thinking. He was thinking that maybe McKnight would get off on doing more than just touch or fuck his ass. That maybe McKnight wanted to use his hand or his belt on him.
McKnight couldn’t imagine doing anything like that. He couldn’t imagine causing Grimes physical pain. He had never in his life wanted to hurt anyone. He’d spent his whole adult life in the army, but that didn’t make him a violent man.
He stroked Grimes’ ass gently.
He thought he should say something. But they’d never really talked about it, and this might be the smart time to start but it didn’t feel right.
He couldn’t see Grimes’ face. That was bad, because normally he looked into Grimes’ eyes and could tell exactly what to do. Open fucking book. With Grimes on top of him, face buried against his neck, there was nothing to read. So he kept stroking Grimes’ ass, almost petting him.
Hot wet tongue flicked out on his neck, at the top of the scar where it had the most feeling. Grimes really liked that scar, but he’d never licked it before the sex. But then, McKnight had never embraced him before the sex either. And since he was pretty sure they were going to fuck, he couldn’t expect things to happen the way they normally did, if you wanted to call anything they usually did ‘normal’.
Grimes tongue felt really good. Soft and wet, slithering over his skin. McKnight’s cock jerked between them. He pushed his hips up and the friction was bliss. Grimes’ cock pressed into McKnight’s belly in answer, and McKnight realized with a shock that he’d never actually touched Grimes’ cock.
He would have to do something about that. Soon.
But first, McKnight’s fingers crept toward the center and he slid the tips of them down the hot crack. Oh, fuck, McKnight thought when his finger pressed against the hot hole. It wasn’t what he expected. He expected hot puckered skin that his fingers would catch on, or skip across roughly. But the hole, hot and framed by puckered skin as expected, was slick.
Grimes was prepared.
That must have been why it took longer than usual for Grimes to come upstairs. Why McKnight thought he’d heard the sink running in the basement.
McKnight pressed his finger inside. Grimes let out an “ahh!”, which made McKnight grin. Grimes was well-oiled. He must have shoved his lubed fingers right up inside himself. Jesus, McKnight was going to have to make Grimes do that in front of him sometime. Right now, though, he wanted to fuck. As soon as Grimes was prepared the rest of the way.
“Good boy,” he growled as he pressed another finger inside. “You got yourself ready for me.”
“Yes, sir!”
“But you’re gonna need some more of that lube for my cock. I want to fuck you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
McKnight felt the tight muscles around his fingers unclench as soon as he said the words. He wasn’t sure if it was the fucking part or the not hurting part that made Grimes go all loose and so fucking hot like that. Grimes was frantically licking at his neck, and he had his hands curled up under McKnight’s shoulders, squeezing the muscles. He ground his ass back onto McKnight’s fingers.
“Pocket of my jeans, sir.”
Very good boy. “Well, fetch it then.”
McKnight pulled his fingers out of Grimes’ ass and watched him tumble off the bed to the floor where his jeans lay, discarded. McKnight’s fingers were hot and slick, like his cock was going to be very soon. Not yet, though.
He’d reassured Grimes about his body. He’d made it clear he wanted the same thing Grimes clearly wanted and had, in fact, clearly anticipated. He’d made it plain that he wasn’t into any of that pain shit. But he couldn’t let things go at that. He had to maintain discipline, make sure Grimes knew who was in charge.
Assert command.
He didn’t fear a mutiny. He didn’t think he was losing control at all. But he wanted to keep the excitement level high. He didn’t want this to be just another fuck. It had to be special. It had to have all the elements he knew Grimes liked. Wanted. Needed. It had to make Grimes want more.
“Stand up, soldier,” he barked.
Grimes stood, packet of lube and a condom in one hand, stunned expression in his eyes. A little nervous. Good. That always brought out the best in Grimes.
McKnight got up, took the items from Grimes’ hand and walked in a circle around him, which was not an easy thing to do with a massive erection. And even harder to do without smirking. But he kept it serious. He knew Grimes liked that.
Grimes stood at attention. So did his cock.
McKnight really wanted to touch Grimes’ cock. It was slender like him. Elegantly curved. Long. Longer than McKnight’s cock. McKnight wasn’t sure if it was okay to touch it. His experiences commanding men had been fast, rough and informal. And usually way more about getting sucked than about fucking. Men who liked to suck loved his fat cock.
What the fuck. He was in charge. He could do whatever he fucking well pleased. He grabbed Grimes’ cock and had to stifle a chuckle when Grimes’ actually squeaked.
Nice, McKnight thought. Hot and smooth and hard as fucking steel. He ran his thumb over the slit, smearing the moisture gathered there. He held his thumb up to Grimes’ mouth and shoved it inside.
“You’re gonna have to catch that somehow. Good boys don’t come on the blankets.”
Grimes nodded and sucked McKnight’s thumb.
“Turn around. Hands on the bed.”
Grimes did as he was told, giving McKnight the most intimate view possible of his ass, glistening asshole, balls hanging down. McKnight ran his wet thumb over the greased puckers.
Fuck playing the role. He couldn’t afford to make any wrong assumptions. “I want to fuck your ass so bad.” McKnight stroked it gently. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m gonna have to put my fat cock inside you.”
“Please, sir…”
“Shh. No ‘sir’. I just need you to say you want my cock in your ass. Not because I want to fuck you – because you want it.”
“I do. I want your cock in me. Please.”
McKnight slipped a single finger inside.
“You look good with something in your ass.”
“Aww, please, sir!”
McKnight twisted his finger and enjoyed the way the muscles in Grimes’ ass and legs tightened at once.
“Spread your legs more.”
Grimes spread them.
“Bend your knees, there, like that. Yeah, that’s a good boy. You look good with your ass in the air like that.”
Grimes groaned. McKnight leaned to one side so he could see Grimes’ face, eyes shut and mouth open.
“You look like you really want to get fucked.” McKnight opened the edge of the condom package with his teeth.
“I do, sir!”
“Tell me something.” McKnight balanced the lube packet on Grimes’ upturned ass. He pinched the end of the condom and positioned it at the end of his cock. “How did your ass get so wet?”
“Aw, fuck, sir.” Grimes shivered. “I did it, sir.”
McKnight bit back a groan as he rolled the condom down over his hard flesh. “How?” he grunted. “Tell me exactly what you did.”
“Sir! I put the lube in with my fingers, sir. In the basement before you got home. When you got home.”
“This lube?” McKnight said, scratching the small of Grimes’ back with the edge of the packet.
“Ah, ah, ah… another one, sir. I used a whole package already, sit.”
McKnight bit the lube open. “A whole package. Up your ass?” He was stalling for time now. Trying to make things last. He could feel Grimes heating up, squirming, vibrating.
“Yes, sir. I had two fingers in my ass sir. I was pushing the lube up in me with my… ahhhh.”
McKnight uncrooked his finger. “From the front or the back?” he demanded.
“Ooh, ahh, front, sir. I was squatting on the floor.”
The image of Grimes squatting with his fingers up his ass, but from behind so that his back was arched and his cock pushed forward… fuck, yes, he had to order Grimes to do that in front of him sometime.
“Did you touch your cock?”
“No, sir! Followed orders, sir!”
Orders? Oh, yeah, McKnight had ordered that. Several nights before, while Grimes was jerking off onto McKnight’s hard cock. In the kitchen. In the heat of the moment, McKnight had said something along the lines of “Be a good boy, and only touch your cock like that when I order you to.” McKnight couldn’t remember the exact words.
Grimes probably could.
“Good boy.” He squeezed the lube over his sheathed cock. No niceties. He pulled his finger out, wiped it on Grimes’ hip. Guided his cock to its target.
Hot, Yeah. Tight. Yeah. Maybe a little too tight. Grimes was clutching the blanket. His legs shook and he was going “ah, ah, ah…”
McKnight kept one hand on Grimes’ hip, the other he used to stroke Grimes’ back. “Shhh, s’okay,” he whispered. “Let me get it all in. You’ll get used to it.”
McKnight hoped he would. They usually did. Sometimes there was a little flailing. Usually they calmed down once it was in.
It looked great. Grimes’ asshole stretched to the max, the way his legs shook, his shoulders heaved.
McKnight reached around. Still hard.
“Sir. Permission to, ah, speak freely,” Grimes gasped.
McKnight thought about refusing. Changed his mind. “Granted.” It came out as a gasp as well, since he said it at the same time he pushed all the way inside.
“Sir. You’re fucking huge, sir.”
McKnight sniggered. “All over,” he said. “That’s what you like about me.”
They were both holding still. Adjusting. Adapting.
“Yes, sir. I mean, no sir. That’s not all, sir,” Grimes choked out.
McKnight wasn’t ordinarily much for talking during fucking, but it seemed natural with Grimes. But then, everything seemed natural with Grimes, no matter how unnatural it would have felt with anyone else.
“You always know what to do, sir. That’s what I like most.”
McKnight didn’t think he always knew what to do. But knowing that Grimes thought he did made him believe it.
McKnight took it as permission. He pulled out, slowly, so Grimes would feel every inch, and then he slammed back in. The backs of Grimes’ legs felt fucking great against the fronts of his thighs. The sound of them smacking together was incredible. And the asshole – the way it gripped and held him and clenched around him. Fuck.
Grimes moaned and wriggled his ass as if it were on fire. It probably was. McKnight grabbed the discarded lube packet from the bedside table and squeezed out the last of it over the place where they were connected. Grimes grunted his approval and swiveled his hips.
“Thank you, sir.”
Thank you, sir. McKnight almost came.
But not quite.
Continued in: No Holding Back
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