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Title: Plenty Pretty, or The Night Before Grimes' First Day
Author: heartofslash
Fandom/Pairing: BHD Hoot/Sanderson, McKnight/Grimes
Series: The Long Haul (D-Tech, Army of Two)
Rating: R
Warning: Dirty talk?
Summary: It's the night before Grimes is going to start working for D-Tech. Hoot is having a little trouble maintaining his professional attitude, but it's not easy when Sanderson is doing that to him.

Plenty Pretty

or The Night Before Grimes’ First Day

Sanderson: Hey, I thought you liked the pretty.

Hoot: I do like the pretty.

S: Grimes isn’t pretty.

H: Grimes is plenty pretty.

S: He looks like a boy.

H: A pretty boy.

S: No. Blackburn is a pretty boy.

H: Blackburn is a man. You haven’t seen him lately, but trust me on this one, Jeff.

S: A pretty man.

H: Hell, yeah.

S: Grimes looks like a man, but he’s got a boyish face. Not pretty. Maybe cute…

H: He’s got pretty eyes.

S: Well, that’s part of being cute, isn’t it? Having pretty eyes

H: Pretty blue eyes.

S: Green.

H: Blue. Maybe a bit grayish.

S: Green-gray. I’m sure of it.

H: You were spending an awful lot of time looking at his eyes, for someone who doesn’t think he’s hot.

S: I never said he wasn’t hot. I just said he’s not pretty.

H: But his eyes are pretty.

S: Yeah. Pretty bluey-greeny-gray eyes.

H: And his hair is pretty.

S: It suits him. The length. The slight wave.

H: Pretty red hair.

S: It’s not red.

H: Is so.

S: It’s got red highlights, but it’s mostly dark blonde.

H: Jeff, do you have something you’re not telling me about? Maybe a secret double-life. Ex-Delta op by day, hairdresser by night.

S: My ex-wife was a hairdresser.

H: This would be the goddess-impersonating, west-coast dwelling ex-wife?

S: Yup.

H: What color was her hair?

S: Flaming red. Long and curly.

H: No shit?

S: Natural, too.

H: Yeah?

S: Totally.

H: So if I wanted to find out how much of a redhead Grimes really is, I should get a look at his—

S: Forget it. McKnight would kill you.

H: You think McKnight likes the pretty?

S: He sure as hell likes Grimes.

H: Never really took him for liking guys.

S: Trust me; he likes Grimes.

H: How do you know so much about McKnight’s taste in men?

S: I did the background check.

H: Oh, really. You did a background check, and you found out that Colonel McKnight likes Grimes’ pretty lips.

S: Who said his lips are pretty?

H: I bet McKnight says they’re pretty.

S: I bet those lips look good with a cock between them.

H: Now who’s turned on by Grimes?

S: I’m just saying; I’m not turned on.

H: Then how come your cock just got bigger when you said that?

S: Quick reflexes.

H: Mmmm, yeah.

S: Would look good though.

H: What?

S: Cock in Grimes’ mouth.

H: Jesus, Jeff, how can you talk about your cock in another man’s mouth when we’re doing this?

S: I wasn’t talking about my cock. I was talking about a cock. Most likely McKnight’s cock.

H: Oh. Yeah. Okay. As long as… you know… if I have to keep things on a professional basis, so do you.

S: Strictly business.

H: Good.

S: I bet McKnight has a thick cock.

H: What??

S: Seems the type.

H: Don’t go there, Jeff.

S: Nice, fat, beercan cock.

H: Don’t!

S: Bet Grimes has to open that mouth really wide to fit it all in.

H: You don’t know when to quit, do you?

S: Should I quit, Hoot?

H: Out of politeness to me, yes, I think so. I don’t want to walk into the office tomorrow morning and have to talk business with Grimes with the image of him going down on McKnight in my head. In fact, I wish you’d never brought up the whole thing about McKnight.

S: Okay, then.

H: Good.

S: Right.

H: Fine!

S: He has moles.

H: McKnight?

S: Grimes. On his face.

H: So?

S: I don’t find them pretty.

H: They don’t detract.

S: I don’t think they look bad in any way. I just don’t find them pretty.

H: I want to lick them.

S: You want to lick everything.

H: Licking is good. Especially… there.

S: Mmmm, yeah… I licked Steele’s scalp.

H:I thought he was out of town.

S: He is. Last time I saw him. Couple of months ago.

H: And you didn’t tell me?

S: Have you never heard of the word private?

H: It’s not private now?

S: I’m just trying to get your mind off our new secretary.

H: Gorgeous, hot new secretary with a great ass.

S: That too.

H: What was it like?

S: What?

S: Steele’s scalp.

S: Smooooooth.

H: What did he do?

S: He made noises.

H: What kind of noises?

S: Like the noises you make when I do this.

H: Aaaaaah!….. ahhhhhhhhhh!

S: More or less.

H: Jesus, Jeff, you could give a guy a little warning.

S: What, and miss that surprised look?

H: That wasn’t surprise. It was shock.

S: You asked. How about this?

H: Uuunnnnngh.

S: Steele sounded more like that, actually.

H: I don’t want to know what sounds Steele makes!

S: You said you did.

H: And you’re the one who started talking about if our secretary is pretty – while you have your cock up my ass!

S: Not quite all of it. If you could just lift that leg a bit…

H: Ooooooooooh.

S: Now I’ve got all of it in. Oh, and that’s sooooo good.

H: Mmmmpht.

S: You think it feels this good for McKnight when he shoves his cock all the way up—

H: For the fucking love of God, Jeff, shut up about Grimes!

S: You don’t like him anymore?

H: I like him plenty. But if you keep talking about him like that, I’m gonna come thinking about him.

S: With my cock up your ass.

H: Uungghh.

S: That would be… unprofessional.

H: Yes.

S: What if I don’t mind.

H: Aw, shit. How the hell am I ever going to look Grimes in the eye?

S: Pretty greeny-bluey-gray eye.

H: And those lips.

S: You want them on your cock.

H: No. Yes. Faster!

S: You want them on my cock.

H: Harder! No, I don’t.

S: If you can fantasize about him sucking you off, then you can fantasize about him sucking me off…

H: No. I won’t!

S: While you watch.

H: Never!

S: Maybe he’ll let you touch his ass.

H: Oooooh. Jesus, fuck, he’s got a great ass.

S: And I would like to grab hold of that red hair.

H: Yes!

S: Feel that beard on my inner thighs.

H: God, yes, I love the beard. On your thighs.

S: I love the beard.

H: Why don’t you ever grow a beard.

S: Because I don’t…

H: Ahh!

S:… want you to be…

H: Ungh!

S: …comparing me…

H: Oooh!

S: …to the secretary all the time.

H: But—

S: Shut up, Hoot. I’m gonna fuck you hard now.

H: That wasn’t hard?

S: No. This is hard.

H: Yes!

Six miles away, in a quiet stone cottage, second floor, main bedroom, Colonel Danny McKnight of the U.S. Army Rangers wakes with a start.

“What’s wrong, sir?”

He looks around the room. Nothing seems amiss.

John Grimes is sitting up next to him, concerned look in his pretty gray eyes.

McKnight knows they only look gray because of the lack of light. At dawn, when the sun reflects off the blue walls, they’ll look blue, too. And sometimes they're green. But they're always pretty.

But McKnight won’t see them, because he’s shipping out at 05:00.

“Nothing. Just a dream.”

“You want to tell me about it?”

McKnight shakes his head. “Can’t remember much. Someone was talking about you. I think they wanted you.”

Grimes settles his head against McKnight’s bare chest. “Wanted me for what?”

McKnight traces the shape of Grimes shoulder with a forefinger. “You know. Wanted you. Like I do.”

“Oh, Danny. No one could ever want me the way you do.”

McKnight decides he doesn’t need to sleep tonight after all.

Grimes stretches up, nose to nose with McKnight. “I’m sorry you had a bad dream, sir.”

McKnight runs his hand down Grimes’ thigh and pulls it up over his hip. “Wasn’t a bad dream. If someone else wants you, they can want all they like. I’m the only one who gets you.”

Grimes moans and presses their hard cocks together. “Mmm, I think you have time to get me at least once more before you have to leave.”

McKnight stops grinding his hips against Grimes’. “I’m going to miss you so much.

Grimes kisses him. “You won’t be gone long, Danny. It’s not like I’m ever going to forget you.”

“But just to be sure…” McKnight rolls on top of Grimes and kisses him hard, pushes their cocks together again, pushes Grimes’ legs open wide.

“Oh, yes, sir!” Grimes says. “I want to be able to feel your cock inside me the whole time you’re gone. And when you get back—” Grimes gives up words in favor of panting and groaning.

“Virgin tight,” McKnight whispers as he slides inside.

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