Who Loves You Better? [Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason]
wSummary: Just another look into the dynamic between Jim and Duncan.
Warnings: whole lotta fluff, some smut, talks of body image, Duncan being a dad low-key-
A/N: Well if this isn’t something that has been sitting in my drafts finished for months… I appreciate all of you who have been patient with me. Slowly but surely. I’ll also be dropping a few other things I’ve finished over the course of the next few days. Part of my little Duncan and Jim series that can be found on my master list, here. Thank you for reading! -Juno
Months into their engagement, Jim noticed a change in what he would call his better half. Duncan hated the term, considering Jim his equal. Duncan, to put it simply, let go. What was once a serious man about business, meeting end goals, and meeting deadlines, turned into a man that was rather playful. A “it’ll get done” type of guy. And it always did get done, right on time, but not without a few things in the way.
He grew in size, his full dad bod coming into play and Jim couldn’t want anything more. Any opportunity he got he was up under Duncan, praising him. Whether it be down to the full blown beard he decided to grow out or the full
thickness of his thighs and arms, Jim grabbed at Duncan when he could. He had even let a few chest hairs grow which Jim didn’t even know he was capable of producing. That’s how clean cut Shepherd kept it.
Duncan fumbled with the buttons on his button up, trying to get the last remainder of them closed. He was struggling and he was desperate. He WAS going to be late for work. There was no questioning that at all.
“FUCK!” he shouted, just ripping the shirt off all together, not caring that buttons flew everywhere and that the material ripped in several different places.
“Hey.” Jim said, quickly getting up from the bed as he was watching Duncan get dressed. He got in front of the mirror Duncan was standing in front of, obstructing Duncan’s view of himself. “Your body is changing and that’s okay.” Jim took his opportunity to run his hands the entire length of Duncan’s arms, over his bare chest and torso, dipping his fingers in the hem of his suit pants
“Perks of being in a happy relationship, right?” Jim questioned, biting down on his lip and staring into Duncan’s eyes. Duncan chuckled lightly, taking his time to admire the sight in front of him that was Jim. His features were soft, radiating off of Duncan’s hardness, making him smaller. Duncan rested his forehead against Jim’s and sighed shakily.
“I have a meeting today.” he breathed out. “I’m going to be late.”
“Things happen. They will understand. Text your boss, let him know you need a personal and we’ll run to a clothing store real quick, okay? Just don’t freak out. I got you.”
Duncan nodded his head, taking a few deep breaths before throwing on one of his hoodies. At least those always fit.
Jim watched Duncan carefully. He admired how the sweat fell gracefully from his body as he worked on the task in front of him. He decided that he wanted to repaint their entire living room and he was doing just that. His sweat pants hung lazily on his waist revealing his pair of blue polo boxers. His silver cuban chain hung around his neck as he brushed the paint brush against the wall in even strokes.
The way Duncan’s back muscles flexed every time he raised his arm up and down was enough to get Jim’s mouth watering. Setting the end of the paint brush between his teeth, Duncan climbed down the ladder, setting the brush down on a piece of newspaper. He took this time to stretch, he chest and stomach muscles flexing in response before settling back into his skin as he relaxed. His print was on full display for Jim to see, he was no hider.
Jim cleared his throat, returning his attention back to the conversation he was having with Medina through text message. He was about to hit send when Duncan plopped down next to him, their thighs rubbing together.
“I am so fucking tired.” Duncan said, throwing his arm around Jim.
“And sweaty.” Jim added. “Don’t forget sweaty.”
“Oops.” Duncan jabbed back, running his entire arm against Jim’s side.
“You’re gonna regret that.”
With an increase in size came an increase in strength. Duncan pounded into Jim ruthlessly as he held him up by the back of his thighs, Jim’s arms wrapped around Duncan’s neck. The surfer boy’s moans echoed off the walls as he neared his end.
Duncan carried him over to the bed, flipping him onto his stomach, pulling his ass up in the air before ramming back into him. With this new profound stamina, Jim wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. Duncan gripped both of his cheeks, spreading them, watching himself disappear in and out of Jim. Low and husky growls left his throat as Jim’s moans only grew louder. He grabbed himself, stroking at the rhythm of Duncan’s thrust who were selfish and frantic, but Jim loved it. He craved it.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” Duncan praised as he dug his nails into Jim’s soft flesh, not letting up his pace for even a second.
“W..w…Wanna look at you.” Jim moaned out, gripping the sheets underneath him, his next few moans coming out in croaks instead as Duncan hit his prostate over and over. “And fucking touch you. God I just want to fucking touch you, Dunc.”
Duncan wasted no time flipping Jim over in one swift motion, never leaving out of him. He hovered over him, chest falling and rising rapidly. The glow from the moonshine through their bedroom window, high lighted all of Duncan’s features. Perspiration dropped down his body and his stomach rested lightly against Jim’s. His thicker and slightly muscular arms held Jim in place as they stared each other down. Jim was burning holes in Duncan and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on.
“C'mon, Dunc.” Jim begged again, slightly rotating his hips against his length. “I’ve been so good this week. Please daddy?”
Duncan grunted in response, letting his grip on Jim go, allowing for Jim to get the contact he so desperately wanted. He pulled Duncan, roughly, closer to him, arms snaking around his neck once again, hands in his messy hair.
“Oh yeah?” Duncan questioned.
“Mhm.” Jim answered, getting up and stretching.
A twisted, yet seductive grin, made its way across Jim’s face asked he shoved his phone in short pocket. Snatching his strawberry banana flavored puff bar off of the tablet, he hit it before putting it in his pocket as well.
“You know I told myself I would never pick up this God forsaken habit again.” Jim grinned.
“As far as I’m concerned you never quit, smart ass. Don’t change the subject.”
“You know that one floral shirt you love? The pretty white one with the colorful roses all over it?”
“Would be ashamed if somehow this entire ketchup bottle I was using for my burgers, ended up on said shirt. Don’t you think?”
Duncan cocked his head to the side, amused with Jim’s games.
“Oh you think I’m joking?” Jim questioned. Duncan stood up, rather quickly, freezing Jim in his place.
Jim leaned his back into the chest of his significant other, Duncan’s stance never faltering as he continued to engage in conversation with one of his business partners/close friend. The huskiness of his voice vibrated off of Jim’s back, sending shivers down his spine. He smelt of whiskey and Jim’s favorite Bourbon cologne.
Despite his every want to advance on Jim, he kept his composure. Jim fit perfectly between Duncan’s stockier frame, completely blocking anyone from seeing him from behind.
“You know.” the man, roughly around Duncan’s age, spoke, noticing. “The wife has been dying to have lunch, Shepherd. And meet Jim, here. Why don’t we all go out for lunch next weekend? My treat.” He gave Duncan that all too knowing look that alpha males gave each other. A silent high five, if you will.
“Ooo, Dunc, that’ll be fun.” Jim peered up at his lover. Duncan peered back down at Jim before returning his attention to the man in front of them.
“Sounds good, Julian.” Duncan answered. “You tell Diana that we’ll be there.”
“Of course. It was nice seeing you again, Jimmy. Don’t forget our deadline, Duncan. I’ll see you at work.”
As soon as Julian was out of sight, Jim spun around so he was facing Duncan, throwing his arms around the back of his neck. Jim knew exactly what he was doing and Duncan gave him exactly the look that he wanted.
“A lunch where you’ll actually behave right?” he questioned, eyes beaming down at Jim. How he could keep his hands in his pockets, despite his urges, were unremarkable. And if it weren’t for his jet black jeans, the tent them would have been obvious.
“Seems to me like you’re the one not behaving.” Jim retorted, pushing himself further into Duncan to feel against his length. “Mr. Shepherd.”
“You wanna know the real joke?” Duncan questioned, closing in on Jim quick, sizing him up. Except there was no “sizing up”. Jim knew where he stood. “This is your Cuban, not mine.”
“And it would be a real shame if something were to happen to it.”
“And you would?” Duncan bit down on his lip, backing Jim up into the coffee table where it his the back of his knees, causing him to stumble. Instinctively Duncan stuck his hand out, catching Jim’s to pull him back up. “Careful now.”
Jim, again, took his time to admire the figure in front of him that was Duncan. The way he chest rose and fell as he used all of his strength to ensure that Jim did not fall over. The way his biceps flexed as he only tightened the grip he had on Jim’s hand.
“You know, Shepherd.” Jim began. “You’re something like a beautiful super hero.”
“But my beautiful super hero. Not the world’s. Just mine.”
Jim stared at Duncan in awe. And when the time came, he was going to be more than ready. A baby carrier, he bought, just for the arrival of his new born nephew, courtesy of Medina. Little Joshua rested his head comfortably against Duncan’s chest as he snoozed in his baby carrier. Duncan, scanned over the grocery list on his phone before eyeing the items on the shelf.
“Something about it being organic…” he mumbled to himself, his eyes narrowing to concentrate on the items in front of him. He rested his hand on Joshua’s lower back, offering the little guy some support as he fell into deeper sleep. Jim leaned over the cart, also eyeing the items in an effort to help.
“There. Right there.” Jim said, pointing to the bottle.
“It’s funny.” Duncan began. “I looked in that same spot twice and glanced over it every time.”
“Cause you’re so focused on making Josh here, comfortable while he sleeps.” Duncan’s blue orbs met Jim with a blush.
“Don’t want him to fall out, you know?” Duncan stared down at Josh who stirred in his sleep, rubbing his face entirely across Duncan’s chest to turn his head to the other side, just to face Jim whose voice he could hear. It was an uncle and nephew bond that was unbreakable. And if it wasn’t Jim he was crying over, it was Duncan.
“Of course.” Duncan answered, a softness radiating through his voice. “Only yours, but the world is ours.”
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