Gibbs M.D.
Chapter One: Tony's Little Problem
Gibbs looked up as the elevator dinged and Tony stepped off. The bright, cheerful aura that normally surrounded him was missing. Instead he looked like he was going to throw up or pass out or maybe throw up and then pass out. Eyes wide, lips tight and face set in stone the young agent let his backpack fall ungracefully to the floor behind his desk before dropping into his chair with a thump.
"Are you okay, Tony?" Ziva asked watching him just as closely as Gibbs was.
Tony nodded, eyes still wide as he stared straight ahead.
"You go to the doctor?" Gibbs asked.
Another nod but still no words.
Ziva looked from Tony to Gibbs then back at Tony. Something was definitely wrong. "Bad news?" she asked.
"You could say that," Tony muttered.
Ziva waited for him to explain but he didn't. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.
"Not particularly," Tony said.
Gibbs watched his second in command, trying unsuccessfully to decipher his strange behavior. It was quickly becoming obvious that Tony wasn't going to talk about it in front of the team which meant one of two things: it was really bad or really embarrassing. Gibbs didn't know which but he wasn't going to spend the rest of the day worrying.
"DiNozzo, with me," he said on his way to the elevator.
"Where we goin', Boss?" Tony asked, standing and following Gibbs.
"Coffee," Gibbs said as they stepped into the elevator.
"You—you're buying me coffee?" Tony asked. Gibbs didn't buy people coffee. Well, he did on very rare occasions but there was usually a reason.
Besides a look that said 'ya think' Gibbs didn't answer. Tony followed him to the car and endured the long, quiet ride to Gibbs' favorite diner feeling sicker and sicker with each passing second. He'd assumed they were going to the little coffee stand in the courtyard near the building, not driving across the city to get the really good stuff.
After parking, the two got out and headed into the diner. Gibbs nodded at Elaine as he bypassed the bar to sit in a booth towards the back. He pulled his overcoat off and laid it neatly on the seat then scooted in.
"Alright, what the hell is this?" Tony asked. He couldn't take it any longer. First the upset at his doctor's office and now Gibbs was treating him as if he were getting ready to die or something. Did Gibbs think he was dying? "I'm not dying if that's what you think."
"Ya don't have to be dying for me to buy you a cup of coffee," Gibbs said calmly. "Sit."
Tony looked from the empty booth back to Gibbs.
"Have a seat, stay awhile," Elaine said resting her hand on Tony's back as she slipped by him to pour both men some coffee.
Tony jerked in her direction, caught off guard by her sudden presence, then refocused on Gibbs. He pulled his coat off and threw it sloppily into the corner of the booth before finally sliding in. Elaine poured their coffee, asked if they were eating then disappeared after Gibbs had ordered them both a piece of apple pie. Tony stared silently at Gibbs, waiting for him to start whatever conversation he had planned.
"Sugar?" Gibbs offered.
Tony narrowed his eyes until Gibbs motioned towards his coffee. "Uh, thanks." He emptied a couple packs of sugar into his cup then poured in some of the creamer Elaine had left and stirred it around.
The two sat in silence, sipping their coffee and nibbling on their pie once Elaine had dropped it off. Tony just about couldn't handle the silence anymore when Gibbs finally spoke.
"How'd it go at the doctor?" he asked.
Tony swallowed hard. He'd known the question was coming but he had no clue how to answer it. Originally he'd planned on pretending like everything was okay when he returned to work but his appointment had been more than a little disturbing and wasn't exactly the kind of thing he could just brush off.
"Fine," he muttered. It was a lie and it wasn't even a good lie but it was all he could come up with.
"Really," Gibbs said narrowing his eyes in disbelief. Gibbs knew he was lying.
Tony dropped his fork to his plate, completely uninterested in the treat Gibbs had ordered him. Gibbs watched with even more interest as his second ignored some of the best pie DC had to offer.
"I'm not dying, Boss," Tony said quietly. He really didn't want Gibbs to worry. He didn't exactly want to tell him what was going on but he could assure him it wasn't life threatening.
"Tony, I've watched you process the most horrific crime scenes and come out completely unfazed," Gibbs said. "No matter what life throws at you, you keep a smile on your face and find a way to laugh about it so when you come back from the doctor pale as a ghost and acting weird I can't help but worry."
Tony watched the passing cars out the window, knowing Gibbs was waiting for him to respond. He knew the man understood the meaning of private and wouldn't force him to say anything but he also knew he needed to put Gibbs' mind to rest. "Promise me you won't tell the others?" he asked. He decided to just tell him everything, no matter how horrifying it was. It wasn't exactly something he wanted to deal with alone anyways and Gibbs was the only person on the planet he trusted enough to tell.
"Tony, since when have I discussed any of your secrets with the rest of the team?" Gibbs asked.
"Since never," Tony admitted. "You can't laugh either."
Gibbs smiled as the younger man relaxed slightly. "I promise," he said. "You know you don't have to tell me anything personal. I just need to know that you're okay."
Tony nodded. He understood. "You know my Uncle Clive who died?"
Gibbs nodded as he sipped his coffee.
"He um… he kind of died of prostate cancer," Tony said. His eyes went from the street outside the window to his plate of pie. He picked up his fork and started poking at it again. "Same as my grandpa on my dad's side. Prostate cancer runs on both sides of my family."
"Are you trying to tell me you have prostate cancer or just that you're at risk?" Gibbs asked watching Tony carefully, reading his body language as well as listening to his spoken words.
"I don't have it," Tony said, "at least not yet. I'm at risk, 'specially the older I get."
"That's what's bothering you?" Gibbs asked.
Tony grew quiet again, tapping his fork against his pie before clanging it loudly against his coffee cup. Gibbs sat patiently for a moment before taking the fork out of Tony's hand. He could understand the fear of the possibility but not really what had Tony so on edge. They faced death every day. Tony wasn't one to let some 'what if' off in the future get him down.
"Tell me, Tony," Gibbs said gently. "Talk to me as a friend and not a boss."
Tony took a long, deep breath and let it out slowly before his eyes found Gibbs'. He could easily see beyond the gruffness and harshness to the care and compassion many people missed. He trusted the man, wanted to tell him everything but for some reason he was having a hard time getting the words out.
"I uh… the um… my doctor thinks… said… umm…" he laughed uncomfortably and his eyes fell back to his plate of mutilated pie. His next words, coated in fear, came out in a whisper that Gibbs had to strain to hear. "He recommended I get my prostate milked."
"That does decrease the risk of prostate cancer," Gibbs said gently.
"That's what he said," Tony mumbled.
Gibbs watched as Tony stabbed his finger through his pie like a toddler playing with his food. He pulled the plate away from his agent and grabbed a couple napkins out of the dispenser on the edge of the table. "Have you ever had a prostate massage before?" he asked.
Tony shrugged awkwardly, wiping his hands with the napkins Gibbs offered. "Only those kinds they do for sports physicals at school and I hated those," he said. "I still hate those. I don't want anybody to, you know. I don't trust anybody to… I don't want… I—I…"
Gibbs smiled. "That's not a prostate massage, Tony," he said, cutting off his stuttering.
"I know prostate cancer would be so much worse than, um, you know, the alternative, but I just don't know if I can go through with that," Tony said. His face started turning pale again; he was getting lightheaded and his palms were sweating. He knew he needed to pull himself together but that was proving to be easier said than done.
"Hey." Gibbs grabbed onto Tony's index finger and squeezed, trying to snap him out of his headspace. "It's not as bad as you think. If you decide to go through with it, I'll help you, if you want."
"I don't know if that'd make it better or worse," Tony mumbled. He was thankful for the offer but it was bad enough without Gibbs being there to witness the humiliation.
"Have you ever done any type of anal play?" Gibbs asked. He was immediately kicking himself, wondering why on earth he'd asked the question.
Tony's eyes shot open in shock. That was the absolute last thing he expected Gibbs to ask and definitely not a conversation he ever imagined having with his friend and mentor.
"Never mind," Gibbs said when he saw Tony's reaction and realized what he'd asked. "Forget I asked. I don't know what I was thinking."
Tony's eyes found Gibbs', his heart rate speeding up slightly and his breathing growing shallow. "I might've thought about it a little bit."
"Ever go beyond thinking?" Gibbs asked cautiously.
Tony swallowed hard. "No." He paused then decided since they were having that conversation he might as well put it all out there. "I'm a little sc-scared. The idea of… the concept… uh, you know?"
Gibbs nodded. He knew. He knew all about Tony's deep trust issues and allowing someone to invade his body like that would definitely require a lot of trust.
The men sat in silence for a little while longer, Gibbs finishing off the last of his pie while Tony sippsippeding nervously at his coffee until Elaine reappeared.
"How are you two doing?" she asked patting Gibbs' shoulder.
"I think we're about ready," Gibbs said with a friendly smile.
"Yeah, I guess we should head back before McGee and Ziva send out a search party," Tony said with an awkward laugh. He just wanted the day to be over. He wanted to go home, hide his face from the world and forget about everything that had happened but he still had several hours of work ahead of him.
Gibbs paid Elaine then they headed back out to the car. While Gibbs drove them back to the Navy Yard, Tony did his best to shake off everything that had happened so far and put his game face on. He didn't want anyone spending their day trying to figure out what was bothering him or asking him an endless amount of questions.
"You okay?" Gibbs asked.
Tony nodded before turning on his smile. Gibbs smiled sadly back at him. He hated that his agent felt the need to hide his struggles behind an ever present smile. He himself had spent too many years hiding his troubles from everyone and his life hadn't exactly turned out like he'd planned. He was happy enough but he knew he could've done so much better and the last thing he wanted was for Tony to age feeling the same way.
"Guess we better get in there," Tony said.
"Yeah," Gibbs agreed.
Tony slid down onto his couch, letting his body mold into the leather. 1900 hours, that wasn't too bad considering how late Gibbs kept them some nights. The afternoon had been spent fending off vague questions, thwarting his coworkers' attempts to pry details out of him about his doctor visit that morning. He was grateful when Gibbs stepped in and put an end to it once and for all. He planned on spending the rest of the evening sitting on his couch watching a movie.
"Nothing like James Bond to take your mind off your troubles," he said as he flipped the TV on. Just after he started the movie there was a knock at the door. "Argh!" he grumbled as he forced himself off his couch. It was either Tim or Ziva wanting another chance to get more information out of him or Abby getting ready to freak out on him. More than anything, he just wanted to be left alone.
He dragged himself over to the door, unlocked it and swung it open. Grumpiness turned to shock when he saw Gibbs standing there with a grocery bag. "Uhhh… Boss… um, hi. What are you doing here?"
"Came to see you," Gibbs said stepping past Tony even though he hadn't been invited in. He was nervous as hell but determined not to show it.
Tony watched as Gibbs put the bag on the end table next to the couch and shed his coat. He pushed the door closed then returned to the couch. "Wanna watch some TV?" he offered. "GoldenEye, epic opening sequence."
"I didn't come here to watch TV," Gibbs said.
Tony swallowed hard. "Why did you come here?"
"Thought I could help you with your little problem," Gibbs said.
"My problem?" Tony asked beginning to worry. "My uh… that um, that thing we talked about earlier?"
"Yeah," Gibbs said. "I can't have you distracted like you were today."
Tony was fairly certain Gibbs could actually see his heart beating out of his chest. "Uhh, I uh, uhhhh, I—I, uhh—"
"Ya gonna stand there stuttering all night?" Gibbs asked with a bit of playfulness in his tone.
Tony watched curiously as the older man dug around in the shopping bag he'd brought with him, trying to get a peek at what was in there.
Gibbs pulled out a box and held it out to Tony. "Go take a hot shower or bath, whatever you prefer and use this."
"An enema?" Tony asked, immediately feeling his face flush.
"Yeah," Gibbs said confidently. He wanted Tony to feel clean and at ease. The less he had to worry about, the better.
"Boss, you know you don't have to do this," Tony said. "I'll be okay. Everything'll be okay."
"I know," Gibbs said, "but unless you kick me out, we're gonna do this."
Tony looked from the enema up to Gibbs. He had no idea how the night was going to play out or what exactly Gibbs had in mind. Part of his brain was screaming at him to kick Gibbs out while the other part was more than a little curious to see what was going to happen. He was definitely interested in Gibbs but wasn't sure if he wanted to show off his inexperience and not knowing exactly what milking his prostate entailed was intimidating. He didn't want to make a fool of himself.
Gibbs watched as Tony weighed the pros and cons, unsure if he was actually going to go through with it. He hoped his second would take a chance and trust him enough to let him help but he didn't have a clue what was going through Tony's mind. Help?! he scoffed to himself. You wanna do a whole lot more than help!
Tony gave his best attempt at a smile before turning and heading for the bathroom, enema in hand. Gibbs was glad Tony's back was turned so he didn't see the look of surprise on his face. He couldn't believe he'd actually gone to the store, bought the stuff and driven to Tony's place. He was fairly certain he'd back out before he made it inside the younger man's apartment but there he was. It was actually happening.
He shook off his nerves and made his way into Tony's bedroom, surprised to find it fairly clean. The bed was a mess and half his clothes were next to the hamper instead of in it but he'd seen it a lot worse. He dumped the dirty laundry into the hamper then made Tony's bed. He wasn't sure how long his agent was going to take in the bathroom so he moved with a sense of urgency, wanting everything ready by the time Tony made it out. He didn't want to give him too long to think and risk him backing out.
Once he straightened the bedroom he worked on the lighting. The overhead light was harsh and intrusive. Gibbs didn't want it dark but Tony had no lamps in his room. He headed back out to the living room and spotted a floor lamp with four flexible heads in the corner. It was perfect. It would provide a nice soft light so Gibbs could see what he was doing and Tony could watch if he was interested. Gibbs felt it was important they were able to see each other's faces as well. Facial expressions communicated a lot of honest emotion. Gibbs wanted Tony to see he could trust him and he needed to be able to read any fear or discomfort in Tony's eyes.
Once Gibbs had the room how he wanted it and everything he needed within reach, he returned to the living room to wait for Tony to come out. It was over an hour before Tony finally reappeared wearing a pair of sweat pants and no shirt. Gibbs was pretty sure he'd never seen him look so scared.
"Ready?" he asked.
"As ready as I'm ever gonna be," Tony said. "You sure about this?"
"Positive," Gibbs said with as much confidence as he always projected. "Let's go back to your room."
Ton led the way with Gibbs following close behind. He paused in the doorway, looking around. "Wow, Boss, I didn't realize you had a romantic side," he joked. "Soft lighting, covers on the bed turned down, all that's missing is the music."
Gibbs smacked the back of Tony's head even though he was happy to see him finally starting to relax. The hot shower must've worked a little on him at least. "Pants off, lie down on the bed," he instructed. "You can cover yourself with the towel."
Tony stood just staring at Gibbs as the reality of what they were going to do really started hitting him. Gibbs took it as a sign of modesty and turned around to give Tony a little privacy. He was going to see everything anyways but he didn't want to stress Tony out anymore than he already was.
"Boss," Tony said as he pushed his sweatpants down over his hips, "no matter what I say from here on out, don't stop. I need to do this. I wanna get it over with. I've already come this far."
"Okay," Gibbs agreed. He heard the bed creak as Tony climbed in and got settled and took a deep breath to focus himself. He realized he should've masturbated before heading to Tony's but decided it wouldn't have helped. He could've masturbated while Tony was in the shower and he still would've ended up with a hard on. He'd planned ahead though and worn tight fitting underwear and loose fitting jeans. He was there to help Tony with his medical problem, nothing more. He rolled his eyes at himself, knowing full well he was going to enjoy every second of what was getting ready to happen.
"'m ready," Tony said weakly.
Gibbs turned to see him relaxed on the bed, head resting on a stack of pillows, hands fidgeting at his sides, waist covered with the towel he'd left there. He reminded himself not to gawk as got on the bed with Tony and sat on his knees beside Tony at his waist.
"I uh, usually require dinner or a movie of some sort before I climb into bed naked for someone," Tony joked.
Gibbs smiled. Same ole Tony using jokes to hide his fears and insecurities. He grabbed the K-Y massage oil that doubled as personal lubricant and squirted a generous amount in his hand. Panic flashed across Tony's face as Gibbs rubbed his hands together and looked over his body.
"Breathe," Gibbs said softly as he ran his hands over Tony's shoulders. He needed Tony to relax and was trying to help him get used to his touch. Tony's shoulders and arms were probably the least intimate area Gibbs was going to be touching that night which was why he'd decided to start there.
"Feels good, Boss," Tony said, feeling like he needed to say something.
"Do you trust me?" Gibbs asked softly as he massaged all the way down one of Tony's arms to his hand.
Tony nodded. "More than anything."
"Okay, I need you to relax."
"I'm trying."
"I know."
Gibbs moved on to Tony's other arm, still feeling all the tension in his muscles. He'd known it was probably going to be a long night but he could be patient with Tony. He'd go as slow and take as long as Tony needed to relax. Gibbs wanted him to be comfortable and the experience to be pleasurable and that wouldn't be the case if he was too tense.
Gibbs moved his hands to Tony's chest, watching Tony's face closely as he worked the muscles. Tony shivered at new touch, trying to be calm. He was both scared and excited about what was happening. It wasn't until Gibbs moved his hands down to his abs that Tony finally started settling in.
Nobody had really rubbed Tony's belly since his mother had passed. Was it weird to think of his mother when Gibbs was getting ready to do something sexual to him? Was what Gibbs was doing to him supposed to be sexual? He didn't really know. Technically it was medical but it didn't feel like any medical procedure he'd ever had done before.
Gibbs continued rubbing Tony's belly and sides, helping the younger man relax completely. The massage oil helped his hands easily glide over Tony's abs as he squeezed and rubbed in all the right places. He started at the side closest to him then rubbed to the other side before going up along the bottom of Tony's ribcage then down almost all the way to Tony's rapidly hardening cock and starting over again.
Tony fought hard not to moan and writhe under Gibbs' touch. It all felt so good and was most definitely not like having his mother rub his sore tummy but he wasn't sure how he was supposed to react. Barely missing a beat, Gibbs moved himself between Tony's legs and started working on his thigh, rubbing all the way up under the towel to the crease where his leg met his body and back down again, adding oil as needed to keep his hands gliding easily.
Once he'd finished with both legs, Tony was like putty in his hands, completely relaxed and at peace. There was no more stuttering, no more jokes to hide the insecurities, just a very relaxed man sprawled out on the bed.
"I'm gonna take the towel away, Tony," Gibbs said.
"What? Uh, can't we do this with me on my back or something?" Panic rose again and Tony's eyes automatically popped open. He had a raging hard on under that towel and he wasn't sure if that was okay or not. He didn't want Gibbs to get angry or figure out he was attracted to him. The urge to run or kick Gibbs out started creeping up and Tony didn't have a clue what to do.
Gibbs rubbed long strokes up and down Tony's thighs again, trying to help him return to the relaxed state he was just in. "It's okay," he said gently. "Whatever's under that towel, whatever response your body had, is okay."
Tony closed his eyes and nodded, taking the towel as Gibbs pulled it away from his groin and so he could use it to cover his face. Embarrassment, shame, fear; a wide variety of emotions plagued him. More than anything he wished he knew what Gibbs was thinking but he was too humiliated to even look at the man's face.
"Talk to me, Tony," Gibbs said as he ran his hands up Tony's inner thighs to either side of his cock before moving them back down again.
"I don't have anything to say," Tony whimpered.
"Why are you hiding?" Gibbs asked, his tone patient and his voice gentle.
"I don't know." It came out as a pitiful groan as if he were five years old and being asked to explain why he ate all the cookies.
"Ya got nothing to be embarrassed about," Gibbs said, still stroking up and down Tony's inner thighs. "I knew you were gonna end up with an erection before I ever stepped through your door. It's not a surprise to me."
"It's not?" Tony asked perking up a tiny bit.
"Anthony, you're gonna experience the most intense orgasm you've ever had in your life," Gibbs said with total confidence. Or it could've been arrogance, Tony wasn't sure but the thought made his cock twitch. Gibbs tugged the towel away from his face and moved it next to them in the bed. "I wanna see your eyes."
Tony couldn't hide the groan that escaped but it wasn't exactly the sexiest groan. Why did Gibbs have to talk? That calm, gentle, relaxed voice. The slow, sure movements. Tony was beginning to feel he was reliving his first sexual encounter, wondering if he was going to last long enough to achieve penetration—not that he was penetrating Gibbs. Gibbs was penetrating him, his boss' fingers in his ass. Ugh. That helped. His cock even started deflating. If he kept thinking like that he would never cum.
Gibbs continued working Tony's thighs trying to get him back to the relaxed state but he could tell Tony was fighting him, not purposely, he'd just put up his protective barrier.
"Why don't you stroke yourself," Gibbs suggested, hoping that might help him relax.
"Huh?" Tony asked, mortified by the thought of masturbating in front of Gibbs.
"Stroke yourself," Gibbs repeated. When he saw the look of horror on Tony's face he realized things might not go quite as easily as he'd originally thought. "Ya need to relax, Tony."
"I'm lying here with no pants on, ass in the air in front of my boss who's getting ready to stick his finger inside me," Tony said dramatically. "Inside my ass! You're gonna put your finger in my ass."
"More than one," Gibbs teased. He couldn't help it. He smiled sympathetically at Tony and refocused on his task. "You're thinking too much," he said lifting Tony's now limp cock off his belly and smiling at the sharp intake of air. "This isn't gonna work unless you can relax."
Tony's head once again fell back into the pillow as Gibbs easily stroked him back to full hardness. At least he had an excuse that time. Of course he was going to get hard if he was touched.
"Relax," Gibbs coaxed as he squirted more lube in his hand, "breathe." He ran his hands all around the area surrounding Tony's cock and balls, starting between his balls and puckered hole, rubbing and then brushing his thumbs from his hole all the way up to the base of his balls before applying just the right amount of pressure right below where Tony's balls met his body.
Tony was trying to be still and doing his best not to make any noise but whatever Gibbs was doing to him felt amazing. He never wanted it to end. "More," he begged. "Please, Gibbs, please, more."
Gibbs smiled as he pulsed his fingers at the base of Tony's balls before rubbing them up either side of his sac. An indistinct screech of sheer pleasure went straight from Tony's mouth to Gibbs' ears… and his cock which had been rock hard since the moment he'd touched Tony.
After rubbing up and down on both sides of Tony's balls, Gibbs swiped a finger across his passage. It was just enough to remind Tony what was going to happen but not enough to scare him. With one hand he continued rubbing all around Tony's sac while two fingers on the other hand made wide circles around Tony's hole, gradually getting smaller and closer to their target.
Tony gave up all hope of self-control and surrendered completely to Gibbs' touch. He knew it would only take a couple quick strokes of his cock and it'd all be over but he was determined to let Gibbs have all the control. Everything was feeling so good that Tony just barely panicked when he felt Gibbs' finger rubbing across his hole. He felt more lube being squirted on his opening as Gibbs continued rubbing his finger over it, applying a little more pressure each time.
Gibbs lined his finger up at Tony's entrance but didn't push in. With one hand still working his balls and the area behind them, Tony remained relaxed and Gibbs slid his finger into Tony with hardly any effort at all. Gibbs smiled at the success and picked up Tony's cock in his other hand. He glanced up at Tony and saw his eyes open and the hesitation on his face but gave him a reassuring look. He knew it wouldn't be long before that look was gone.
"How will you know when you find my prostate?" Tony asked.
"You're gonna tell me," Gibbs said with a grin.
"Wait! What? No! How will I know?" Tony asked nervously.
"You'll know, Tony. Trust me, you'll know."
Once his finger was all the way in and Tony's sphincter started to relax, Gibbs rubbed his finger around until he found the walnut sized gland. One swipe across that had Tony crying out in pleasure. His cock got impossibly harder and Tony feared he might literally explode but it felt so damn good he was pretty sure he wouldn't even care.
"Found it," Gibbs said smugly.
He continued stroking Tony's cock as he worked his prostate with his other hand. With a few instructions from Ducky, he knew exactly what to do so he was actually milking Tony's prostate instead of just massaging it. It was a medical procedure after all. Gibbs laughed silently and pushed all thoughts of the long term ramifications out of his head so he could focus on what he needed to do. Tony was right on the verge.
"Shit, Gibbs!" Tony cried out. He felt so out of control but so unbelievably good at the same time. He was having a difficult time understanding what was happening with his body but at the same time he didn't care. It felt so good; so, so good. It was almost as if Gibbs' finger was inside his dick, stimulating it from the inside out. He'd never been that hard in all his life. He was sure of that.
"Gibbs," he panted.
"Stay with me," Gibbs urged still pushing and rubbing and stroking.
A deep, strangled groan escaped from Tony's mouth as Gibbs stroked him to completion while forcing every last drop from his prostate at the same time. Tony had tears in his eyes at the sheer intensity of the orgasm. It felt like it went on forever and he was absolutely positive he saw stars as his cum shot out of him with so much force some of it sprayed him in the face.
Gibbs continued working Tony while he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm then he let his finger slip from Tony's ass and watched with a satisfied smile as Tony tried to catch his breath. His chest was heaving, his mouth was open, his eyes were closed and his entire body was limp with exhaustion.
Gibbs laid Tony's now limp cock back against his body and ran a hand down his stomach. He retrieved the wet washcloth from the basin of water on the nightstand and took his time cleaning the massage oil and Tony's fluids from his body while the younger man drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep. Gibbs didn't want it to be over. He'd never wanted it to end. He didn't want to stop touching Tony. He didn't want to cover the young man up and he most certainly didn't want to turn the light off and leave him to sleep but he knew he had to.
He looked down at the wet spot on the front of his pants and sighed as he made his way to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up. Gibbs decided that it was probably a good thing that Tony was asleep that way he wouldn't notice that he'd cum just by touching him and watching the erotic show. Luckily he'd come prepared and had his go bag with him. He'd known going into it that there was no way he was going to give Tony the most intense orgasm he'd ever had in his life and then just walk away. Somehow it would feel too cheap even though there wasn't supposed to be any emotional or sexual connection to what they'd done.
"I think that ship has sailed," he muttered to himself.
Regardless, he didn't want Tony waking up alone and confused and feeling like he'd been used. It felt wrong to just leave after what they'd done. He could endure a night on Tony's couch and an awkward morning then everything could go back to normal.