I own nada zilch nothing! Just borrowing for them for the moment but will give them back safe and sound.
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Tobias Fornell feels absolutely giddy! The three new acquisitions, for to increase the already immense popularity of his Club, look absolutely promising.
Everybody in Washington, when belonging to the gay community, knows about the Green Dragon Club and the excellent services it offers to its select clientele.
This morning, he drinks his big size cup of coffee, while smoking a cigar and looking at the photographs of the three newcomers which they have brought with them. Maybe they come from the streets? Or perhaps from some interior villages? One of them has all the aspect of an authentic countryman...somewhat rough, but...ye, Gods! He has such a body! And a bulge that suggests a promising merchandise...and his eyes! Silver hair and blue eyes that suggest the ocean! Yesssssss definitely, he shall make a stir among the customers! Maybe a bit old for the job...but...it doesn't matter! The lights and the make up can disguise many, many things! Well, maybe there shall not be any need of make up! The man's features are beyond human...those severe blue eyes, Tobias could read pride, honesty, loyalty and simplicity (Maybe a military, or former military man?)
The second man looks younger...and he has the air of a spoiled lad, as his good friend the Doctor would say...Tall, robust without being to beefy, light brown hair, bright green eyes...An Italian morsel (he claimed to have Italian origins, indeed!) and Tobias knows that this type is very coveted by many habitual clients.
The third man is a foreigner and he has a serious aspect, but his lips can show a sort of indecent mockery that Tobias could qualify as he spoke, Tobias understood immediately that he was a British, an Englishman and he had a voice that sent a shiver directly down Tobias' spine. He had a pair of perverse, devious jade green eyes, with dark shadows of grey...yes, definitely, he has closed an excellent deal! Satisfied, Tobias watches the twilight and begins to think in the approaching evening...
Jethro Gibbs was a simple man with simple pleasures but when he found himself out of Work...he had no choice but to sell almost everything he owned. His House became repossessed, due to him being unable to pay the mortgage. He started living on the streets...begging for money, until he found an advert...asking for dancers in the infamous Green Dragon...and even though its a Gay Club, as long as he has a warm place to sleep and hot meals to fill his stomach...he doesn't really care. He sighs in relief as the Manager/Owner decides to take him on and follows the Italian deeper into the Club. A smile crosses his face as the man gestures to the room with a soft looking king sized bed inside
"This shall be yours and Tonys"
Jethro nods and watches the man leave before turning to the younger man "Hey..."
The younger man has a friendly smile, a charming, wide smile (Is he sincere?)
"Hey, I'm Tony DiNozzo...what's your name, my friend?"
"Jethro...Leroy Jethro Gibbs"
The younger one breaks in laughter "Really? Really your name is Leroy Jethro? As in the old cowboy times? It is a true countryman's name, fellow!"
Jethro feels slightly offended and states while narrowing his eyes "Yes...It is my name, and if you dislike it...I don't care"
The younger man raises his hands "Hey, hey...no offense intended, man!"
Jethro softens his expression and shrugs, turns his back and begin to unpack his very scarce clothes.
His blue eyes narrow as Tony fingers his stuff and growls before smacking the hand that picks up his medals "They are mine!"
Tony steps back while raising his hands in surrender "Ok, Jet...I'll give you some room" with that he opens up his own fully packed suitcase "Just some friendly advice...but you'll need to wear more 'revealing' clothes...as I doubt Tobias shall keep you if you only wear hoodies and combats"
Jethro frowns as he glances at Tonys clothes, blanching at the thongs and leather trousers "I-I thought we danced?"
He rolls his eyes "Yeah we dance...but we also have to bring people in and get them to spend money, otherwise Tobias has no need for us"
Jethro swallows hard (Must I show my arse to all those people?)
"See, for instance" Tony opens a parcel, carefully wrapped with red silk ribbon "This thong...it would suit you perfectly...it mixes with your eyes: arctic ocean blue with some silver touchings, that combine with your hair" his smile widens even more "May I ask a question about your hair?"
"Yes?"
"Is it naturally so...or do you dye it periodically?"
Jethro shrug "I have no time for this crap"
(A man of few words, Tony thinks) "And...have you already worked in Clubs?"
"I have worked all my life, but I have not, never worked in any Club"
"Well, I..." Tony sits down in the bed and lights a cigarette "I worked in many Clubs in New York, Las Vegas and Miami...I began to work when my Father/a very rich man, believe me! Disowned me"
"When was that?"
"Oh, when I was twelve"
Jethro looks at him, horrified "Did you begin to work in strip Clubs when you were twelve years old!?"
Tony laughs "No, no strippers Clubs...but many bars, pubs, dancing Clubs...Later, yes...I was very successful in Vegas, but I might abandon the city when the police proceeded to thwart the Club, because it was owned by a very well known Mafia that, I said to myself: 'DiNozzo, henceforth you shall choose your employers after to have studied them very closely'! So, I decided it was the better option to move to Washington"
Jethro stares at him, now filled with curiosity "You seem to manage very well the art of deduction"
"Ha! I'm and always have been a big fan of the police procedural films and tv shows myself! For instance, Magnum...Do you know Magnum?"
"No" (Oh, God he is annoying!, Jethro thinks)
"Ah, man, you can't disclaim Magnum!" he squints "He lived an authentic playboy life, discovered complicated crimes...and drove a Ferrari! Starring Tom Selleck!"
Jethro watches him in silence, with an expression of absolute unbelief (This guy seems to be a bit...childish...or he is an idiot, a complete idiot! Oh, man!)
He rolls his eyes as the young man continues chatting and heads into the Bathroom "I'm...er"
Tony nods and heads out to the balcony as he waits for his Roomie to finish.
Jethro sighs in delight as the hot water runs all over his slightly dirty skin (This is heaven) he slowly washes himself before rinsing off and rubbing himself dry. He wraps the towel around his waist as he heads back into the room...only to pause at the wonderful Scent/sight of food.
Tony looks up, from his seat on the bed, at the sight of movement and his mouth suddenly dries up as he gazes at the naked, slightly damp, chest. He sweeps his eyes over the muscular body and is thankful he is sat down with a plate in his lap, as little DiNozzo suddenly stands to attention. He clears out his throat "F-Food is here"
Jethro nods and opens the draw to grab a pair of boxers. He drops the towel before tugging on his underwear and places the towel back into the Bathroom. Once he has tidied up, he heads to the bed and begins to eat
"This tastes good, very good" Tony says, between mouthfuls "I do prefer pizza, but the lasagna is always welcome"
Gibbs nods in approval "Mmm"
Tony eats like a horse, but he stops to look at his roommate and frowns as he doesn't seem the type of the frantical eating, nor the gluttonous kind of guy (This man might have been out of food and poorly nourished for a long long while!) Feeling suddenly compassionate, Tony lies "Hey, I'm feeling full...and I don't want to put more weight on...you can have the rest of my lasagna, if you want?"
Jethro grabs the plate and continues eating, as if were the last thing he could do in his life.
Once he is full, for the first time in a long while, he gathers up the plates and leaves them outside the door. He gazes down the long corridoor and smirks (You have a bed to sleep in and food delivered to your room...this is heaven!) with that thought in mind, he heads back in but frowns as he notes Tony has gone. He walks over to the balcony and then glances in the Bathroom...only to pause at the sight of the man shaving his legs "What...?"
Tony huffs "I'm sexier when hairless"
Jethro shrugs "Thought you looked alright as you were"
He slits his green eyes and stands, causing the towel that was covering him to fall to the floor, before holding up his hands "Would you pay to see a 'hairy' butt like mine dancing in a thong!?"
The silver haired man sighs and avoids looking at the mans hard cock "If you want they hairless person...wouldn't they go to the Pink Panda? And see the woman dancing?" at the flinty glare, he steps back and gives him a look of confusion.
Tony huffs and places his razor to one side "We have the check outs to get to before giving Tobias a private show"
"Show of what?"
He just stares at him until the man goes pink (He is rather adorable when embarrassed)
Jethro smiles and heads over to his drawers and tugs on a pair of combats before pulling on a Marine CORPS hoodie. He puts on his trainers and watches Tony get dressed, cringing as the man squeezes himself into the tight leather trousers before putting on a green skin tight silk shirt.
"Ready?"
He nods and follows him out of their room and down the stairs.
+NCIS+
Jethro squirms as he tries to get the feeling of the Doctors hands off himself (I don't know the Doctor Mallard...but if he is as touchy as Doctor Roberts, then I don't want too) as he heads into Tobias's private rooms ready for his performance
+NCIS+
Tobias is sitting in a luxurious armchair, amidst red velvet upholstery, smoking a fine Cuban cigar and sharing his habitual Macallan with an older man, blonde, thin and small, whose voice conveyed an exquisite British were talking about some strange issue (involving...corpses?).
When they discover the two new acquisitions waiting in the little antechamber, Tobias turns his head and smiling, gestures to both "Come forward, my friends...I want to introduce you to my Partner and best companion ever, Doctor Donald 'Ducky' Mallard"
Tony looks at him with admiration, while shaking his hand. "Doctor Mallard? The famous Professor, Medical Examiner...?"
"The very same, young man" the Doctor replies, looking at him with light, pale blue eyes and a friendly smile, turning to Tobias, he states "Frankly, my dear Tobias, I didn't know I was so celebrated among the local youth...This reminds me once, when I was highlighted as military advisor in Thailand and I didn't take notice of the fame that preceded this humble person of mine...Thus, I-"
Tobias looks alternatively at the two newcomers, making an ill-concealed grimace of weariness. "Ducky, enough, please...I just want the exams, and, please, tell me if they are fit for this job"
The Doctor approaches to the younger man, and, after a strict perusal of his features and body, examining his arms, armpits, legs, torso...even his teeth and throat and the whites of the eyes, while palpating the lymph ganglions under his chin, he asks "Do you have Italian origins, young man?"
Surprised, Tony replies "Yes, Doctor...How did you...?" he accompanies his surprise by waving his hands.
The Doctors smiles "I lived more than ten years in Rome, young man...Also, your name is...Anthony? Like Marc Anthony, the Roman triumvir-"
"Enough, Duck!" Tobias warns, impatient.
The Doctor smiles even more, signs the document that assures Tony's correct fitness, disposal and preparation for the job, and turns his face to the other newcomer to repeat the examination before the third man joins them as he is getting examined by Doctor Roberts.
+NCIS+
Jethro stands there, feeling very nervous and waits for the music. He inwardly cringes at the fast beat but shakes himself as he begins to sway his hips (Thank God you can dance!) with that he continues moving his body in an arousing manner.
Tony slits his green eyes as he spots Tobias's gaze fixed onto Jet and smirks as he strides forward and wraps himself around the pole, in a move a pole dancers would be jealous of. He gives the man in charge a flirty look before slowly stripping and bends over, to give him a wonderful view of his arse in a thong as he peels away the leather trousers.
Kort slits his jade eyes in jealousy and begins to strip until he is in nothing but a thong aswell.
Jethro continues dancing as he gazes inbetween the two practically naked men and sighs as he spots the disinterested look Tobias gives him (Come on Gunny...it's either strip or live back out on the streets and winter is coming!) with that thought in mind, he kicks off his shoes and slowly removes his hoodie while continuing with the provocative hip movements. He smirks as Tobias eyes darken in arousal and he turns before slowly removing his combats until he is dancing in his cotton white boxers...but turns pink at the fact they are tented (Did dancing turn you on, Gunny?) as he gazes at the other to men and notes that they both aren't hard, he shrugs (It must just be you)
Tony pauses in his pole dancing as he spots Jets tented boxers and his eyes widen (Shit! He is big!). He shakes himself out of his thoughts as he attempts to continue but smirks as he notes the sight of the mans erection has also put Kort off.
Tobias' eyes travel from one man to another. When the music is over, he approaches Tony, always smiling "Good! Very very good! And to be Italian!"
Tony laughs "Do you have Italian origins, too, Sir?"
"Sí, caro!(yes, dear!)..,And it isn't 'sir' in anyway...You can call me Tobias...or TC, if you prefer"
Tony looks happy and the gathers his clothes, putting on only the shirt and leaves the room, whistling and turning suddenly his face to the others, he says, mockingly, waving his hand "Good luck, fellows!"
Tobias stands before the British man, holding his haughty look. "You have such an interesting style, Mister...Mister?" he turns briefly to check his agenda, that Ducky immediately hands him
"Kort" the arrogant man replies, with his lips contracted in a maybe depraved smile.
"Well, the job is yours, too. A steward shall accompany you to your room"
Without abandon the ironic attitude, the British man nods in approval.
When he is already at the door, Tobias stops him, saying, like a polite advise "About the fur...ehhm...the hair...on your chest...could you?"
The man turns to face him, defiantly and replies "No. I shave my head and this should be enough"
His tone is so overwhelming, so absolutely commanding, that Tobias (not used to be commanded or ruled by anyone else but himself) recoils one step, and almost mumbles "As you wish..." he swallows "See you in this evening's show, then..." The insolent newcomer nods again and he leaves the room and an astonished Tobias, who turns, harrumphing to face an absolutely amused Doctor Mallard "Did you see, Ducky? What a...cocky brat...what a-"
"He isn't a brat" Ducky interrupts, raising his index "But I may admit he is a cocky man, indeed...and very proud of his origins. Also, he is ironic, sarcastic, typically may be warned...gently advised...of to not bother or disturb him in anyway, my dear Tobias...This reminds me of my former teacher and professor, Doctor Rutherford, who-"
"Enough" Tobias face is reddened, and he feels suddenly a strong wave of unbearable warm.
Jethro has contemplated the previous scene with curious eyes (It seems that the Boss doesn't like the furry bodies...Thank God you are pretty old and you have only a light silver buzz!)
He stands to attention as the shorter man circles him and gasps as his cock is grabbed through his boxers
"Dancing turns you on? Or is it the sight of half naked men?"
He stifles his growl and shrugs "Never been turned on by a man before"
Tobias stills and gazes into the darken blue eyes "You a virgin then?"
Jethro nods "Yeah...I've stroked others to completion and I have given/recieved blow jobs" he smirks "I was known for the best mouth in my Platoon"
The man turns to his companion "What do you think, Duck?"
Doctor Mallard thinks it over "His body is healthy and he is sure to bring in a lot of money" with that he reaches out to stroke the bare chest "Yes...I think you should keep this one"
Jethro lets out a sigh of relief (That fuck for that!)
Tobias smirks but gestures to the white boxers "Although, none of that"
He nods "I shall try not to become aroused"
They both laugh, but at the confusion within the blue eyes, they stop. Tobias steps forward "I meant, I want to see you in a thong...not cotton whites" he shrugs "Your dick can stay hard, as it's bound to bring in more money" with that he dismisses him
Jethro stares at the door in astonishment.
"Hey, you can go to your rooms now...and change for the performance as it shall take place" he looks at his beautiful golden pocket watch "Three hours, more or less" he pauses and broadens his smile even more "We open late at night!"
A black man enters the room by another smaller door, carrying a pretty big bag and nods at him, saying "Thank you, Gerald"
Gerald looks at Jethro "Here you have your clothes for the show, if you excuse me...we have more aspirants to consider" He turns his back, while the Doctor nods at him in a friendly greeting gesture.
Jethro returns the gesture, before he leaves the room carrying the bag with his new wardrobe.
+NCIS+
At the other end of the corridor, a young man is shivering and can't control the constant shaking of his hands.
The one so called Gerald, who had left the room by that small backdoor, approaches him, saying, in an amicable tone "Sir, the Boss and the Doctor are waiting for you"
The young man hesitates, then begins to walk toward the big door and enters Tobias's private room.
"Come in, come in, don't be shy, young man!" the Doctor greets him, smiling
"G-Good ev-evening I-I came to apply f-for the j-job"
"Good! Name, please?"
"D-Damon W-Werth" the young man says, in a whisper, raising a pair of incomparably beautiful turquoise eyes.
+NCIS+
Jethro sighs as he enters his shared room and gazes at the clothes he was given. He sits on the bed and cringes at the blue leather thong and huffs at the torn-look jeans (Well...you can't complain, at least it's safer than the streets) with that thought in mind he removes his clothes and stands there naked as he tries to work out which way the thong is meant to go. He turns as the door opens and nods in greeting to Tony before gazing at the small piece of fabric
"C-Could you help me with this, p-please?"
Tony laughs at the sudden stammering man and replies "Of course, of course, my friend! Leroy...it's Leroy, ya?"
Jethro narrows his eyes, when looking at the green eyed young man "It's Jethro, I go by my middle name"
"As you wish" the younger one says "Give me it. Ya...it goes so"
"W-What? Does it let one's arse with that thin thread...and...?"
"It, just inside it...Let me, please" He helps Jethro to put on the little cloth...but, in the way his hand travels from Jethro's feet to his waist...he (deliberately?) rubs, as if in passing, the older man's cock.
His hips thrust forward at the touch and he flames crimson as his cock suddenly hardens "S-Sorry"
Tony smirks and gives him a flirty look as he crowds him to the bed "You like me...don't ya?"
Jethro gives him a nervous smile "I-I..." he nods "Yeah"
He chuckles and runs a hand down the muscular chest "So...how about it?"
Jethro arches into the touch and blinks as he tries to figure out what he is being asked "Wha-?"
Tony huffs "You a Top or a Bottom?" at the confused gaze, he rolls his eyes "Do you take it up the arse or are you the one who gives it?"
Jethro gets shocked "I-I've never been with a man...in an intimate intercourse...I mean never...fucked not been fucked, I-"
Tony kisses him with a sweetness that surprises himself "You are deliciously innocent! I like this!" he kisses him again, more passionately and Jethro lets him take the dominant role in the kiss, opening his mouth all what he can, to welcome his tongue. Breaking the kiss and rubbing seductively his nose against Jethro's silky shoulder, Tony murmures "We could begin with a soft frottage...have you been into frottage?"
Jethro swallows the rest of his own saliva, that is now mixed with Tony's and says, very shyly "I...don't know what is frottage...I only have given suction...and have been cocksucked by my fellow Marines...We see also our hands"
"Hands, ah?" Tony grabs Jethro's cock and taking Jethro's hand, guides it to his own "Well, let's use hands, then...He begins an excruciating, long series of strokes, to stop to continue them "Attempt to adjust your rhythm to mine...you have good hands...God, these are good hands, indeed!" Tony pants and tears from Jethro a long whining sound, that puts him on the edge (So soon?This is unusual! This is...rare!)
Jethro groans and thrusts up into the touch, growling as Tony lines up and he feels the other mans cock rubbing against his own. A whine escapes his chest and his thrusting increases in speed and he stiffens as he climaxes with a shout at the same time as he feels Tonys cum splattering his chest. He lets out a startled grunt as the other man collapses onto his chest and he turns his head to nuzzle the mans neck "That was..."
"That was pure delight" Tony says, after to have struggled to recover his breathing "You are so beautiful, Jethro...I've never seen one like you"
Jethro shrugs "As if it were true..."
His voice sounds so touching, that Tony kisses him on his mouth, on his nose, on his cheeks, on his forehead, with an unusual fever "It IS actually true, Jethro...I'm not a liar...I can be...a madcap sometimes...but never a liar nor a traitor, Jethro, please...I'm honest...and I sense you're the most honest person I've ever met!"
He feels his cheeks redden and huffs as he wiggles out from beneath the muscular body "We better get cleaned up before we met Tobias again"
Tony rolls his eyes as he lazily stretches himself out "We have two hours...why rush?"
Jethro shakes his head and heads into the Bathroom. A groan of delight escapes his chest as the hot water runs down his body (A hot shower whenever you want...heaven)
Tony narrows his eyes as the hunky man ignores his obvious flirting and he gets up from the bed (I want him...and I shall be his first!) with that he enters the Bathroom and joins him in the shower while wrapping his arms around his middle before nuzzling the strong neck "I want you Jet...I really do"
Jethro turns his head to face Tony, and he asks "Have you been with many men before?"
Tony laughs, while kissing that incomparable neck (His muscles are so strong, so strong...what matters he is somewhat older than me!) "Not too many. Maybe the right amount...to be able to meet you"
"You're a flirtatious brat" Jethro mumbles, licking Tony's earlobe "You're a delicious brat...and I'm..I'm too old, too battered...I'm-"
"Shhh" Tony goes to shut Jethro's mouth with a kiss "Never say that! You aren't old, nor battered...and, if you have suffered a lot in your life (I'm sorry, I am good at reading people, and I've noticed it when I saw you)...know, please, that I've also passed through hard times...and since I was very young" He sighs profoundly, putting aside bitter memories and smiles again "Thus, I always smile, please...smile...you have a wonderful smile"
"How can you know that, if you have never seen it?"
"Make me see it"
Jethro swallows tears of a strange sweetness he hadn't felt since long long time ago, and brings Tony an enlightened smile.
+NCIS+
He follows Tony out, while trying not to fidget from the weirdness of wearing a thong and turns a corner...only to end up on his backside as a young man runs into him. He lets out a grunt as the startled man ends up across his chest and narrows his eyes as he gazes down "You going to get off me or what?"
The man cringes and scarpers off the man "S-Sorry! I'm late! I-" he pauses as he reconises the silver hair and blue eyes "Gunny? Gunnery Sergeant Gibbs?"
Jethro looks up and smiles as he accepts the hand up "Damon? Corporal Damon Werth?" at the nod, he tugs the man into a hug "It's good to see you kid!"
Damon smiles and returns the hug "And you Gunny!"
Tony looks on with jealousy as Jet hugs and smiles at the young man
"What are you doing here, kid?" Jethro asks, after to have broken the hug
"I-I was running out of money myself...I lost the job I had obtained when I came back from Iraq...I saw the advertisement on a shop window and I thought it would be a good idea to attempt to earn some bucks...so I shall be able to come back home"
"Same here, kid..Same here" Jethro smiles at him and Tony approaches, feeling a rage of jealousy that travels from his chest to his head
"Hey, hey! We are late, we have to be on stage in twenty minutes, boy!"
"Y-Yes, Sir..I'm sorry Sir" the young lad lowers his beautiful turquoise gaze and goes crestfallen to enter the following room.
In the path to the stage, Jethro asks him a last question "Did you obtain the job, kid?"
"Yes, Gunny. I did"
Tony gets curious, too "And who shall be your partner?"
"I don't know...The man is still with the Owners..."
+NCIS+
He takes a deep, calming breath and follows Tony on Stage...only to still as he spots a big crowd watching them. He nervously swallows and turns as he hears Tobias's voice echo from the speakers
"Valued Guests...I am happy to give you a preview of The Green Dragons new Dancers!"
Cheers and wolf whistles echos through the room
"Gentlemen! I am happy to present...DiNutzo, The Italian Stallion!"
Tony smirks as the spotlight beams down on him and he steps forward and swivels his hips as he turns in a circle.
Once the crowds calms the Tobias continues "And his Partner...Gunny, The Silver Fox!"
Jethro smirks as he gazes at the crowd while standing at parades rest but lowers his head slightly as he looks up through his lashes as he glances at the crowd.
Tobias's eyebrows raise in shock at the lusty looks his 'Guests' give the silver haired man (He shall be a keeper!) with that he continues "Also
we have a new one...a unique gem, a British man!" he smirks at the way the crowd strain to look and he swings the spotlight onto the other man "I am
happy to present Kort, The Jade Hyena!"
Kort steps forward and glares at the crowd before suddenly smirking and turns his back on them as he bends over in a seductive gesture
The crowd's whistles and screams almost scare Jethro, but Tony gestures to him, like saying 'don't worry, you have them in your fist!'
Tony advances and begins his solo, while a saxophone follows the sensual, almost obscene movements of his hips
"Bellissima ragazzo! (beautiful boy!)" a rough voice cries, in Italian "Give me your phone number, caro (dear), and you shall have a good good time!"
Tobias laughs behind the back curtain and Ducky approaches him, holding two glasses of pure Scotch
"This is what I call a big success, my friend! Let's make a toast to celebrate this!"
"Thanks Duck, could you say if everything went well with the silver man and the British one?"
"Excellent, my friend!" Ducky's eyes glow due to his incipient drunkenness "They are healthier than a solid oak tree! Well, I Daresay...than two solid oak trees...hahaha!"
"And what about the younger man, the one who arrived the last?"
"Ah, yes! Well, that young lad showed some anaemia...like an impoverished blood, due to have spent long periods of lad! But it is nothing that a good diet, well supervised and some vials of vitamins (that I've already prescribed) couldn't heal very easily!"
In the meanwhile, the audience is burning.
"Hey, you, silver beauty! How much to have a go in your arse?" a very deep, raucous voice grunts, between hiccups "I have money I can pay you very well!"
Tony, who was on his pole stretching for his next dance, can hear the statement and goes forward, showing an authentic rush of furious rage in his emerald green eyes.
Another voice (a high pitched, very vicious voice) screams "Cockney beast...can you perform a wanking session for me? I shall pay you...in pound sterling!"
The Jade man approaches the front of the stage, and screams, in a deep tone that makes the guy almost cum instantaneously "You shan't be able to cover the indicated price...It is too expensive!"
Tobias narrows his eyes as the Italian takes the spotlight away from the silver beauty and turns to his old friend "Duck...is there something happening between DiNutzo and Gunny?"
Ducky slowly blinks as he attempts to sober up as he gazes out to watch the possessive stance "I fear...something has"
He nods "A pity..." he rubs a hand over his face "I can't accept relationships...it's bad for business" he goes to walk in and remove them but is stopped by a hand on his shoulder
"No, Tobias...they shall be taken by the rival Clubs, if you get rid" he sighs "Maybe talk to them and if they still want a relationship...inform them that it can't affect their work"
Tobias thinks for a moment, then he nods "Yes, I think you're right, Duck...I can't allow the white Parrot to have them...those guys are really coarse...they allow sexual performances on stage...something I've strictly forbidden here! If a customer wants sex with anyone of them...then he can make an offer and rent the chosen one for a night...giving him back in perfect state!"
"Of course-hic-my friend...course!" Ducky states, raising his index and showing a shameless red nose.
Tony stares at the guy who had screamed to Jethro and shows him the typical Italian gesture (to bite his fist) like an attitude of open defiance.
The man stands up (he is a pretty old man, thin, with a nauseating face and wears glasses) and replies "You shall regret to have threatened me...I'm in the Government!"
Tobias goes pale "Hey, isn't that the SecNav, Clayton Jarvis?"
Ducky fits his glasses to be able to see better and nods "He is, effectively, my friend...he is the very same!"
Jethro hides his unease as he sways his hips to the beat of the music and huffs as Tony continues to piss off the man who causes his skin to crawl. He rolls his eyes as he grabs Tony by his belt and spins him away before grinding himself against the hot Italian body, smirking as he spots the lusty looks his actions create.
Tony glares at the disgusting man before possessively running his hands over the silver beauty as he whispers "You're Mine"
Jethro shivers and smirks as he twists within the hold, swaying his hips in a gypsy dance to the beat of the music as Tony caresses his body in a lusty, erotic dance.
The sight is so voluptuous, that many men in the audience feel themselves leaking.
The hideous man (who was, indeed, Clayton Jarvis, the Secretary of the Navy) begins to masturbate under the table.
The high pitched voice that had screamed to Kort before, screams "Wank yourself while watching them! Show us your arousal, beautiful beast!"
Kort walks two...three steps forward and spits into the repulsive mans face.
The man throws his head behind and grabs his erection, howling "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" while cumming viciously before everyone.
"This is getting out of hand, my dear friend" Ducky advises "You should cut this act now..."
The lights go off and the music stops, while Tony grabs Jethro by his waist and runs off the stage. Kort slowly walks to the backstage, laughing mockingly and when he walks before Tobias, the Owner stares at him with a longing look.
Jethro frowns as he is dragged back and into his room. He grunts as he is thrown onto the bed and turns with a gasp as Tony takes his mouth in a
possessive kiss while heavily petting him. He groans and arches up into the touch with an embarrassing whine, while removing his clothes as Tony removes his own and leans down before deeply kisses him
"I want to take you, Jet! Please? May I?"
He looks up while being aroused beyond his imagination "I-I..."
Tony nuzzles the strong neck "I'll be careful, I won't hurt you...but instead I'll give you more pleasure than you have ever believed could be possible!"
Jethro groans as a hand wraps itself around his hard, leaking cock. He looks up into the green eyes and nods "Yeah Tony..."
A dazzling smile crosses his face and he rears back before swallowing him down. He smirks at the startled gasp and slicks a finger before slowly
pushing it past the tight ring of muscle
Jethro pants softly and spreads his legs in an almost unconscious way...like begging for more contact, like asking for to be definitively possessed.
"You're so beautiful...so beautiful" Tony mumbles, kissing Jethro's collarbone, and pausing only to change his kisses into a frantical licking "I fell for you in the very moment I saw you crossing the door...and I've spotted you before, when we were in that row, with the other aspirants..."
Jethro struggles to hold on as needs release, since he had got aroused during the erotic performance on stage.
Tony introduces a finger, coated by his own saliva and a bit of make up he kept from his act...Then he remembers the lipstick that he had put on for the performance and uses the soft velvety bar to ease Jethro's hole even more "Easy, my love" he says "I love to take the control, yes...but I never would harm any partner...and much more less one like you so beautiful, so perfect, so pure..."
Jethro groans and flexes his hips as Tony swallows around him
"T-Tony?" Tony smirks as he pulls out the lipstick and stretches him further with his spit "Ready?"
He nods and bites his bottom lip "Please?"
Tony chuckles as he spits into his own hand and rubs his saliva all over his hard cock. He lines up and smirks "It'll burn slightly...but the feeling shall pass"
Jethro nods and stills as Tony slowly pushes in, all the way until he feels him pressed up against him
Jethro can't believe the pain...but neither can he believe the immense fulfillment, that promises to finish in an unbelievable pleasure. The waves of warmth tinge his face and Tony sucks in his earlobe murmuring soothing words
"Endure, endure, my love! This burning pain shall pass very soon...and you shall feel as never before that you are loved, cared, raised to join a paradise" And the paradise arrives when his own angle of penetration, brushes Jethro's prostate, tearing a long, desperate whine from the Silver man.
"Tony!" he exclaims, lost in a sea of strange feelings and painfully keeping alive the last remains of his own mind.
Tony smirks and begins a slow relaxed pace, making sure to hit his prostate on every stroke "I love you Jet"
Jethro whines and rocks back to meet him "I didn't know being with a man could...could be like this" he gazes up into the darken eyes and smirks "I...I think I feel the same"
He growls while nuzzling his chest as he slowly picks up groans and arches up as the pace quickens.
He reaches out and caresses Tonys back before stiffening and coating them both in his cum.
Tony snarls as the internal muscles squeeze his cock and he bites Jethros shoulder as he climaxes deep within him.
Jethro cringes at the feeling of wet heat inside him but grunts as Tony collapses ontop of him while the hard cock still pulses within him
Painfully recovering his breathing after the powerful intercourse, Tony says, while going down to lick Jethro's cum that is sparkled all over his belly "You are so delightful...so...responsive! I didn't have to stroke you, you came deliciously with my cock inside you..." Tony licks him clean, tasting that creamy substance that (he knows) shall become his main addiction. At the same time, he can hear three knocks on the door "What!" he asks, without abandon his licking task "What do you want!?"
A timid voice replies "I'm s-sorry...I-I must enter to change my clothes...I may go to the stage in ten"
(What an annoyance!, Tony thinks) "But...don't have you a room for yourself?"
"N-Not yet...there was a filtration and it's r-raining, sir..."
Tony gets up as soon as he can, puts on a robe and throws another to Jethro, who does the same and sits on the bed, cross legged as he watches the goings on. Then he goes to open the door and the tall, muscled figure of a young man with short hair, turquoise eyes and a sad appearance enters the room, smiling shyly
"Hiya, Gunny...I enjoyed your performance...I w-was watching from
the b-backstage..."
Jethro smiles as he tightens the robe around himself "Thanks Damon" he gets up, cringing at the feeling of cum slipping down his leg and as he heads over "Have you got a place to rest yet?"
Damon lowers his gaze and bites his bottom lip "No...Mr Kort hasn't enough room for another person and Mr Tobias says the other rooms are under work at the moment" he looks up with a sad smile "Mr Tobias says that he didn't think he'd take on as many Dancers...and at the moment, it's first come first served"
Jethro sighs and gazes at the massive bed before turning to Tony "Would you mind Damon sharing the room with us? Least until the work is finished and he can move into one of them?"
Tony slits his green eyes "Why should I share my half with him?"
He growls while slitting his own blue ones "It's raining outside! And I will not allow him to spend time out there!" he sighs "If not...he can take my half and I shall sleep elsewhere"
Horrified by the perspective of Jethro sleeping on the streets, or (worse) with another man, Tony finally accesses "Well, ya...he can remain here...but only for tonight, ah?"
"Thanks, sir!" the younger man says, with his eyes still humid and a soft expression of gratitude all over his beautiful features
"I'm not 'Sir'...My name is Tony or DiNozzo! Now what's your name, kid?"
"My name is Werth, Damon Werth, Mr DiNozzo...former Corporal in the Marine Corps"
Tony turns to face Jethro who is preparing himself to take a shower "So...did you know him there?"
"Yes, Tony...I was the Gunnery Sergeant Instructor in charge of his unit"
Tony seems tranquilised, yet satisfied by Jethro's brief explanation (Everything is brief when it is related to Jethro!), and grabs the phone to call the bar "I know you crave for coffee, Jethro...how do you like it?"
Jethro doesn't hear him, because he is already under a delicious hot shower (This is heaven!).
"He likes it bitter, strong and black" Damon dares to reply, tearing a furious glare from Tony's mistrustful eyes.
Jethro sighs as he walks into his room wearing a towel around his waist and notes the glare Tony aims in Damons direction (Great...one fuck and he believes you are off limits to any other!) he shakes his head as he heads over to his drawers "Damon, you can place your clothes in here...if you want?"
Damon smiles "Thank-You Gunny" with that he empties his bag and sorts out his clothes before picking out his outfit. He gives Jethro a shy smile before heading into the bathroom to change.
Tony growls as the man goes and goes to lit up a cigarette, only to turn as a hand touches his shoulder "Do you mind smoking outside?" at the raised eyebrow, he smirks "I've quit and I have come to the realisation that cigarette smoke...stinks"
At the glare he receives, he holds up his hands "Do as you wish, Tony" with that he leaves the room and decides to take a walk in the corridors, to see what is taking place on the stage.
He spots three more dancers who are already on stage and he isn't one for peeking in curiosity, but he is slightly bored and wants to pass time. So, he looks out peeking behind the backstage and spots three more men: one of them very tall, thin, brunette, with a maybe pretty long nose, more or less his own age, who is dancing with his hips attached to a younger man, slightly robust, dark curly hair, while he is stretching in his pole. In the other pole, he can see another man, somewhat younger, blonde, stretching one of his legs while the crowd whistles and cries one thousand obscenities.
"Those three need more practice" a voice states behind him and he turns and spots, the Owner, who is smoking a long cigar and holding a double Scotch glass.
Jethro doesn't reply, but he wants to ask why the young Damon wasn't given a room with any of them, knowing that one of them (the British one) has a room only for himself "May I ask, sir...ehm...Tobias...why did you send the young newcomer to our room?"
Tobias laughs "I thought you wouldn't mind some company, only for tonight...I think the masons and the plumbers shall finish for tomorrow, in the early afternoon" Tobias looks inquisitively to him, from head to toe and asks, in a suggestive tone "And my I ask if there is something running between you and Tony DiNozzo, your current earmarked roommate?"
Jethro cringes and shrugs "I'm no longer a virgin, if that is what you are asking"
Tobias slits his eyes "As long as it doesn't affect your...dancing, then I
don't really care as to what you get up too"
Jethro cocks his head to oneside "What exactly does the Jobs entail?"
Tobias takes a long sip from his glass, and begins to explain "As you have heard while 'dancing"...ehem...some men get very..'anxious', so to speak, when they contemplate your 'abilities' on stage. Among those men there are a few who ask for some company for one night...or perhaps for only two or three hours...If they pay what we ask (I must put a price accordingly to your expectations), they can have you for a couple of hours...or maybe for the rest of the night, if there is good money...and not only for me...but also for you. This may sound a bit...'rude' to your eyes, it is the way these things usually work...but you must you agree, if you don't the man must go back home with empty hands"
Jethro thinks about the words he has just heard (So, this uncovers a sort of dissembled prostitution...What have gotten yourself into, Gunny?) "And...and if I don't agree, Mr Tobias?"
"No Mister, please!" Tobias raises his hand "Well, if you don't agree, there shan't be a instance, one of these men, a very conspicuous character in the city, in the Government...and in the Navy...asked for you...and I denied the possibility, since I had no idea if you had a previous...ehem...'experience' with men"
Jethro smirks "I'm a Marine! I mean...once a Marine, always a Marine. I have endured almost everything on Earth,Tobias...and, as I've stated before, I'm no more a virgin to male on male sex"
Tobias gives him a thoughtful look as he slowly circles the silver haired man "Just a minute a go...the very man had made me a an even bigger offer to
spend a couple of hours in your company" he stops infront of him "So what do you think?"
Jethro inwardly cringes as he remembers the way the mans face looked him over (Can you let that creep touch you?) "What happens if your Dancers keep refusing the men?"
He shrugs "I'll have to let them go...as it brings in more money when they agree"
Jethro huffs and runs a hand down his face "Ok then...but I'm not doing a full night with him!"
Tobias chuckles and wraps an arm around his shoulders as he leads him to a hidden corridoor "Head to room six, he'll be with you shortly"
Jethro nods and slowly heads to the room to await the mans arrival
When he is entering the room, he discovers a known face. A tall man, in black leather pants and leaving the room labelled seven.
"Good evening, Gunnery Sergeant" a voice with a fine British accent says "I knew I would see you here..."
"You...you are the Englishman...the one who was with..."
"Indeed, Gunnery Sergeant"
"And how do you know I am...I was...a Gunnery Sergeant?" "I know almost everything. Now, have a wonderful night" He greets, bowing slightly his head, and disappears down the dark corridor. Only a brief instant later, a fat man, sweaty, reddened, with strong marks of a beating on his face, also leaves the room.
Jethro scratches his head, and walks into the room labelled six.
Jethro paces the room (Fuck! You're so nervous!) he sighs as he sits on the bed (Its either this...or back out on the streets!) with that in mind he gets himself comfortable and glances up as the man walks in.
The man pauses at the sight and smirks "Strip, Gunny"
He inwardly shivers and stands as he removes his clothes while folding them up neatly on a chair until he is naked. He stands to attention as the man approaches and forces himself to stand still as he a hand strokes his chest in a possessive manner
"I've always wondered what it would feel like, fucking a Marine...a powerful Marine"
Jethro slowly swallows and shrugs "You have two hours to find out...er...what do I call you?"
The man smiles "Jarvis"
He nods "Ok, Jarvis, where do you want me?"
"Bottom" Jarvis mumbles, with a heinous voice that Jethro immediately dislikes.
Jethro goes to bed, and lies down on his back, fixing his icy blue
eyes, like two dead flies, in the man's light green ones.
"Spread your legs, Silver Fox" the man orders "And show me how you stretch yourself..."
The man takes a seat just infront the bed,for to be able to watch the 'spectacle'. A mirror, lining the ceiling, reflects every one of the Marine's movement.
Jethro does as he has been asked for and puts a finger inside himself, stretching himself. He feels himself already loosened (Tony
fucked me less than one hour before...I hope this shan't hurt!)
"Fuck yourself, with your fingers...inside and out...so...good, very very good!" the man nods deviously in approval "Now, take your cock with your other hand and stroke it very very slowly..."
Jarvis undoes his trousers and frees his own leaking cock "Let's stroke at the same time, beauty..." He grabs something from the little table he has near and slides it into his own pants...Jethro couldn't see very well, but he could have assured it is a sort of sausage? "I can't cum without something inside my arse...a sausage will suffice, while I fuck you in your beautiful, round, perfect arse"
He inwardly cringes as the man mounts him. A grunt escapes his chest as Jarvis thrusts up to the hilt in one move and he growls as his hands are grabbed and forced above his head
"Beg me! Beg me to stop!"
Jethro looks at him in shock only to yep in pain as his cock is backhanded
"I said...beg me to stop!"
He growls "Stop! I asked you to stop"
Jarvis smirks as he thrusts into him "Now fight me!"
Jethro growls but jerks as his cock is hit yet again and slits his eyes in anger as he attempts to push the man off him but when he manages it, he is cuffed around the head and is ordered back on the bed with his leads spread
"I didn't mean succeed! I have paid over the odds to fuck you! And I shall make use of every penny!"
He snarls but quietens at the threat of another slap "Good...you are learning" with that he thrusts back into him.
The man groans and pants while thrusting inside him.
Jethro watches in horror as his body responds to the constant stimulation of his prostate, that is furiously shaken off with every stroke
"You're erected again...hard as a stone...good, good...I always wanted to fuck a Marine! Think of this!" he gasps "I might see all those proud dashing Marines every day, with their tri-colour uniforms, upright like sculptures...those almost bald heads...that martial air...I-I might always put an excuse to go to the bathroom, to be able to stroke myself...dreaming of an assassin fucking with one, two, three...ten of them at once!" he pauses, and sighs in delight, drooling "Aaaaaaaaah! But you are worth ten of them! You, the legend, the infamous Gunnery Sergeant Leroy Jethro Gibbs...the hero! I'm fucking a hero, I'm fucking a hero!" The man repeats the phrase with a tone between idiotic and totally craziness.
(This guy is a lunatic!)
"Fuck...ing a he...ro tra la la lala fuck...ing a..." his voice is cut by a hideous scream, the repulsive sound of his orgasm "He...ro" he finishes, babbling, and soaking Jethro's face with his nauseating slobber.
Jethro cringes and jerks away as Jarvis licks and sucks at his neck and growls as a hand wraps itself around him before stroking him in a tight fist
"I want you to cum..."
He huffs and reaches down, slapping the hand away as he strokes himself to completion. He grunts as he coats his chest and lays there panting as he tries to get his breath back.
He smirks and leans back, keeping his half hard cock within the former Marine, as he gazes down at him "You are beautiful...I want to keep you"
Jethro glances up and shrugs "I belong to Mr Tobias" he turns his head at the beep and smirks "Times up" with that he flips them over and gets off him, cringing as the cock is ripped from him
"Bye"
Jarvis slits his eyes as the silver haired beauty gets dressed and leaves the room "I will have you...you will be mine!"
Jethro keeps walking until he is within the safety of his own room. He glances around and sighs in relief as he notes that he is alone and quickly strips out of the soiled clothes before heading into the showers. He slides to the bottom and hugs his legs as he cries into his hands
+NCIS+
Tony enters the room, happily whistling a canzonetta (Italian song), and counts the bills that the rich Italian mafioso has paid him for sucking his cock "Well, the 'capo' was generous!. He calls out "Jethro, tomorrow we shall have big steaks with fine wine!" while placing the money in his drawer but frowns as he notices that jethro isn't in the room. Tony looks inside the bathroom, listening to a sobbing noise. "Jethro?! What happened to you?!"
Jethro can't speak, nor look into Tony's eyes.
Tony quickly opens the faucet, soaks a towel, and proceeds to clean the older man's face, that is covered in tears and snot "Jethro...what did that man do to you?!"
"He...he f-fucked me! He s-slapped my face...and..."
"What?!" Tony flies into a rage "I shall speak to Tobias, he shouldn't have allowed you to join that man! You were unprepared! And, overall..." he embraces the man with all his strength "You are supposed to be mine only...only MINE!"
Jethro wants to ask for Tony's forgiveness, but he remembers that to do so is only a sign of weakness. So, he takes refuge into a hermetic mutism, and lets the man guide him to bed.
"That son of a bitch hurt you! You are bleeding, Jethro!" Tony grabs the phone and calls for help "Please, Jimmy" he says to the Bartender "Call the Doc..My room mate is hurt...please, hurry up!"
"No...need to call for anything, Tony...Those were the rules...these are the rules: Do what they ask you for...otherwise you shall end in the streets again'"
Tony sighs as he softly strokes the crying mans face "Jethro...you should have reported him to Tobias" at the panic he spots, he shakes his head "Tobias takes care of us, he needs us for money and...well...if we end up broken, he is out of pocket"
Jethro sniffs as he wipes at his eyes "That man...he was crazy!" he looks up with wet blue eyes "H-He kept going on about f-fucking a hero...he knew my name"
He frowns "He should...he would have referred to you as Gunny or Silver Fox...it's your stage name"
Jethro shakes his head "No Tony...he referred to me as Gunnery Sergeant Leroy Jethro Gibbs!"
Tony looks at him, astonished, and scratches his own head, thinking, with his green eyes wide open "You were a Marine...but that man hasn't the aspect of a military one...I mean: he has not the physical aspect! Neither the martial air of someone who could have been in the army...He looks like one of these bureaucrats...I have a great deal of them, since they use to surround my Father" Two discrete knocks at the door interrupt his talking.
The Doctor enters, and, waving his hand to Tony, indicating he must move, he approaches the older man who lies in bed with his beautiful blue eyes now closed. "Please, young man, stay aside, while I examine this poor friend of ours..."
"D-Doctor" Jethro begins to say "I don't think it shall be necessary...It was...a scene that got out of hand..."
The Doctor sighs in worry "This is the main object of our preoccupation (And I'm speaking also for my friend and Partner, Mr Fornell), since we had some problems with this customer before"
"Then...why don't you forbid him entrance?!" Tony explodes, angry.
"Because, my good boy, that man is a very powerful character in the city, in the Government"
"A bureaucrat!" Tony states "Didn't I say it to you before, Jethro!?" and he turns to face the Doctor "A Politician?"
"The Secretary of the Navy. He depends exclusively on the President...and on nobody else"
His blood runs cold "The S-SecNav? T-The most powerful man except the President!?"
Tony frowns but his eyes widen as he spots the panic and he quickly gets beside him, tugging him against his chest "Calm down, Jet!" he looks at the Doctor "I'm sure Tobias won't let him near you again...will he Doc?"
Ducky gives him a reassuring smile "I shall inform Tobias that the lad shall never be near him again...and that he needs a few days rest"
Jethro nods and curls around Tony (God! You only have just met him! And yet you trust him?) as the Doctor checks him over.
Ducky leaves the room, and, when he opens the door to exit, they can hear a loud noise of thunderous applauses.
"W-What is this about?" Jethro asks.
"Hmm...let me go to see, eh?" Tony says, and kisses his nose, in a frolicsome gesture "I will be back soon!" He leaves, but returns almost immediately, laughing. "It seems that our forced companion roommate, the young man...Demian?"
"Damon" Jethro rectifies.
"Well, Damon or whatever...had a resounding success!"
"How is that?"
"I don't know...Better ask to himself...He is coming back!"
A shaking Damon enters the room, always crestfallen, and with a defeated air of infinite shame.
"Hey, congratulations, man!" Tony pats his shoulder "We could hear the applauses!"
"I had...an..incident on stage..."
Both men look at him with an astonished expression. "What happened,man?" Tony asks.
"I-I didn't notice...I was...cumming...in front of all that audience!" And, saying that, the boy runs to hide in the bathroom.
Jethro wants to get up and go to comfort him, but Tony stops him
"No, Jethro...Leave him alone...He was so ashamed that he not even noticed that you had been injured!"
"But the boy can do something crazy...he was ashamed to death!"
Tony grabs his lover by the shoulders, and looks seriously into those magnificent blue eyes "No"
Jethro slits his eyes and pushes Tony out of the way "I will not leave another Marine" with that he tugs on the robe and straightens himself up as he walks over to the Bathroom. He aims a growl as Tony goes to tug him back and knocks on the door "Damon?...Werth? Answer me"
A small voice answers "G-Gunny?"
"Yeah Damon, it's me...your Gunny" he smiles as the door opens and he walks in while locking the door behind him. He sighs as he gazes at the ashamed man and shakes his head "Come on...lets get you cleaned up" with that he helps him out of the soiled clothes and into the bath as he runs the the water.
Damon lowers his head "I-I'm Sorry...I should leave and disappear"
Jethro huffs as he begins washing the depressed man "None of that talk! You are my friend and I shall not hear those words from your mouth!" with that he rinses him off before washing his hair and heaving himself up to grab a towel "Rinse out your hair and lets get you dry"
He nods and does as he is ordered. A soft whimper escapes his chest as the fluffy towel is rubbed against his skin and he looks away in shame as he realises that he has become aroused "I am so Sorry"
Jethro chuckles and rolls his eyes as he presses up against the young mans back, pressing his own erection against him "See...nothing to be ashamed about! As I'm also aroused"
Damon goes pink "Thanks Gunny" he jumps as the door handle moves
"Jet!? Jet come out!"
Jethro huffs and wraps a robe around the younger man as he open the door. He leads Damon to the bed and spoons up behind him, while wrapping his arms around his middle as he glares at Tony.
Tony slits his eyes and hits the lights as he slinks into the bed and spoons up behind 'his' Jet and growls...only quieting as Jethro growls back. He huffs and presses closer as all three men drift off to the deep slumber of sleep
