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Title: 5 – No Holding Back
Author: heartofslash
Fandom/Pairing: BHD. McKnight/Grimes
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Bad language. That McKnight has a real potty mouth when he orgasms.
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.
No Holding Back
Grimes was being split open. Skewered. Impaled.
Nothing had ever felt better.
He pushed back and moaned again. No holding back now. He wanted this to be the best fuck McKnight ever had.
“Yes, oh, fuck, yes, harder.”
He couldn’t believe he was saying shit like that. It sounded like he was telling McKnight what to do. He tried to correct himself.
“Please, sir, fuck me however you want.”
Damn. He still sounded like he was calling the shots.
McKnight slammed into him particularly hard and deep. “That’s right. However I want.”
Grimes felt the floor disappear from beneath his feet. He was tumbling, turning, until he was lying on his back. On top of McKnight. With McKnight’s cock still firmly up his ass.
McKnight groaned. And fucked up into him. “Move!”
Grimes moved. He rolled his hips up, felt cock slide out of his ass, slammed them back down and was filled. Again. And again. And again.
McKnight’s hands were all over him. They ran over his chest, tugged the hair and tweaked his flat nipples into hard peaks. They followed the contours of his ribs and abs. They closed on his cock and pulled hard.
“Fucking motherfucker,” McKnight chanted in his ear.
Grimes let his head fall back over McKnight’s shoulder. Teeth scraped his ear. He was bouncing on McKnight’s cock now, and fucking his own cock up into McKnight’s fist.
“That’s it. Mmmmm… Fuck yourself on me.”
Grimes did. Until everything went black. Probably because his head was upside down. Everything disappeared except the cock in his ass and the hand on his cock and the voice in his ear.
“Such a good boy,” it said.
Yes, he was. A good boy. He was doing his duty, pleasing his commanding officer. McKnight liked him like this, moaning wordlessly. McKnight liked the feel of his body, the ideal weight of his body. He liked the feel of bone under the fingers of the hand that cupped his rib cage and he liked the slender length of his cock. The grind of his ass down onto his cock.
It’s all in the grind.
Grimes wanted to laugh with joy.
McKnight liked everything about Grimes. Not just his mouth. Not just the way he bowed his head or obeyed orders. He liked Grimes. As a whole. Grimes understood that now. Fuck, what a revelation. It was almost enough to make him come.
“Motherfucker!”
McKnight was coming in his ass. And that WAS enough to make Grimes come. McKnight’s fingers tightened around his cock and the come welled up and spurted out onto his stomach.
“Oh, fuck.”
McKnight was still coming in his ass. Panting in his ear.
“Good fucking boy.”
Grimes let out a small howl.
They lay still on the bed, enjoying the various contractions and pulses and twitches of their bodies. Amazing, when you slowed down and paid attention, how many things were going on at once.
Eventually, McKnight’s hands began to move. They scooped up the sticky mess from Grimes’ belly and brought dripping fingers to his mouth.
Grimes was in too much of a daze to be efficient. He licked at his come lazily. Sloppily. Without his usual precision. McKnight didn’t seem to mind. He wasn’t in any shape for perfectionism. He was watching, though.
Even with his own eyes closed, Grimes could feel McKnight’s eyes on his mouth and tongue. Could heat the slight hitching of McKnight’s breath when Grimes sucked a finger into his mouth.
When all was clean, belly wiped with saliva-wet fingers and come swallowed, Grimes reached down between his legs to hold the end of the condom as he pulled himself off McKnight’s cock. He whimpered at the wet slide of it, the emptiness. He pulled the condom off and tossed it in the wastebasket. Then he bent down to clean McKnight’s cock.
“Is that…”
McKnight’s voice startled him.
“How safe…” McKnight tried again.
Grimes froze. He had not, to be honest, thought about safety once in the last three and a half weeks. He should feel ashamed of himself, he knew. But somehow he didn’t care.
Besides, it was way too late now.
“I don’t care, sir.”
“You should.”
“I trust you, sir.”
“Have you always trusted everyone like that?”
“No, sir. Just you, sir. I haven’t even swallowed anyone else’s come since before I enlisted , sir.”
McKnight would, he hoped, understand that he meant ‘enlisted in the U.S. Army all those years ago’, not ‘enlisted in our army of two’. And understand that he meant he hadn’t swallowed or even been fucked. Because it was too dangerous.
In a way, the army had been sex therapy for Grimes, aversion therapy; he couldn’t indulge in his, for lack of a better word, perversion because of the danger. He got the discipline he craved, plus he got regular and copious opportunity to look at men, clothed or naked, and he even got to obey some of them. Sometimes he acted like he wasn’t obeying. He looked as if he was breaking the rules all the time. It was the perfect cover. The perfect crime.
But he didn’t touch. He didn’t suck. He didn’t swallow.
Of course, not indulging in his perversion had done nothing to ‘cure’ it. He’d thought, perhaps, for a while, the having the stimulus without the opportunity to react to it would render him immune, in some way, to the impulse. Until the opportunity to indulge had come up. On the very day he’d left the army. Imagine that
“Why me?”
Grimes looked up at him. Helpless.
Did McKnight really want to know?
It wasn’t that Grimes was in love or anything foolish like that. He wasn’t suffering any delusions. Hell, it was a miracle this thing had lasted this long. But he couldn’t properly serve without swallowing. How do you explain such a thing?
“I’ve never been fucked,” McKnight said.
Grimes would have thought as much. If he ever dared to think about such things.
“And I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom.”
Grimes wanted to know if that included women. But he didn’t dare ask.
“Not even a woman.”
Oh.
“And I get a full work-up every year. I’m clean.”
Grimes had a full check-up every year too. Even this year. And he hadn’t been fucked and hadn’t even sucked anyone since long before the Mog.
“Me too, sir. May I continue, sir?”
But what he really wanted to do was to jump up and shout ‘Yes! Next time you fuck me, do it without the condom!’
Instead, he set about licking around McKnight’s now soft cock. It was still fat, even after he’d just come. But it was shorter, and the head had retreated back under the foreskin. Grimes cleaned the outside first, then delicately, carefully, pulled back the loose skin to lap at the head.
McKnight hissed.
Grimes backed off, moved down, licked around sweaty balls and sticky thighs.
McKnight sighed. “Stop.”
Grimes stopped. Hovered.
“Up here.”
And Grimes found himself lying beside McKnight, with his head resting on McKnight’s shoulder and McKnight’s arms around him. It was surreal.
“You’re not working tonight, are you?”
“No, sir.” It was Grimes’ night off.
“I’m not on duty tomorrow either.”
Grimes knew that.
“Spend the night.”
Grimes had never done that before. He didn’t think he even could.
“Don’t worry. It won’t be like…”
But it would.
“I can’t.”
McKnight was silent. Grimes had never said ‘no’ before.
“I… can’t stay the night.”
Grimes held his breath until McKnight said, “I understand.” But his arm tightened around Grimes’ shoulder and it was clear that even if he did understand, he didn’t like it.
“I wanted to wake up with your mouth on my cock.”
Oh. Well. That Grimes could do.
And sure enough, McKnight stayed asleep long enough for Grimes to come back in the morning. He was snoring slightly when Grimes crept into the room. There was enough light coming through the blinds for Grimes to see clearly, so he slowly peeled back the sheet.
McKnight was on his side. Grimes could see his whole back clearly. A jagged scar across one shoulder blade. The edge of the neck wound trailing down and back. Little pock marks Grimes immediately recognized as burns from spent shell casings. They fell out of the sky in the midst of battle, when the Little Birds went on strafing runs.
Mostly he saw solidity.
He only pulled the sheet down to McKnight’s waist. From this side, while McKnight was sleeping, anything else would have been disrespectful.
He stared until McKnight stirred and threatened to wake. Grimes slid around the other side of the bed. He inched the sheet down to reveal McKnight’s cock. Half, no, three-quarters hard, lying heavily on his thigh. Even though he’d licked everything clean, he could smell the sex, the lingering aroma of McKnight’s come and sweat, his own come and ass. He had to start sucking before he started jerking himself off.
McKnight’s fingers came to life first. They pressed into his scalp as he licked McKnight’s cock from base to tip. McKnight moaned. Did he know who it was? He probably thought he was having a great dream.
Grimes took the head in his mouth. The idle hand slid down his jaw.
“Good cocksucker,” McKnight rasped. Oh, he knew who was sucking him now.
Grimes sucked harder.
“Motherfucker!”
Grimes deepthroated.
McKnight pushed him on his back and knelt over him.
Fuck, yeah, Grimes thought enthusiastically. He barely had time to relax his throat before McKnight was pumping into it from above. What a perfect way to start the day!
McKnight fucked his mouth and groaned.
To start every day!
It would have been easier if he’d stayed the night. If the late night bus was hell, the early morning bus was hell on steroids. He’d thought he would encounter shift worker, domestics, the odd mailman. Instead, fully half the clientele appeared to be losers still drunk from the night before.
He had no right to complain. After all, he was still as good as drunk from the night before. Couldn’t wipe the grin off his face the whole time on the bus. Could hardly share something like that with anyone, could he? ‘Good morning. I’m in a great fucking mood because last night my commanding officer humiliated me before he fucked me up the ass so hard it hurts to sit down. And I LOVED it.”
Nope. Can’t share that. That wouldn’t go over so well with most people.
He put all his energy into the blow job. He couldn’t share anything with the world but he could share it with McKnight. And he wasn’t holding anything back.
Continued in Fussing.
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