Thank you so much for the great reviews, they are soooo much appreciated! :) I'm happy you enjoyed how Tony takes care of Gibbs and how Gibbs reacts to him. As a reader pointed out in a review, I too have no idea if Gibbs' condition is medically plausible, but, well, this is fiction, so let's believe it is. :)
And now for the next chapter, this is where the warning I put in the beginning of the story comes in act.
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Tony was reading on the couch and Leroy was sitting at his side, as always lost in his world. But that evening Tony was acutely aware of his presence, so much he stopped reading and turned his head to study the older man's profile.
A strange feeling settled in Tony's stomach as he realized Leroy was a handsome man— probably the handsomest man he had ever meet.
The lamplight was making his hair shine like polished silver, his skin was slightly bronzed and his face, free from the worries of the past, looked more relaxed and even younger…boyish.
The sight brought back the memories of the times Tony had fantasized about what it would feel like to touch his boss in an intimate way and to have Gibbs touch him in return.
Everyone knew Tony was a ladies' man, but he was aware that he wasn't completely straight, although he had never acted on his interest for men. Mostly because he had never found a man he had felt like risking his career to be with.
And then he had met Leroy Jethro Gibbs: abrasive, sarcastic, short-tempered, coffee-addicted, work-obsessed, but also full of irony, gruffly caring, reliable and handsome as hell. Tony had been charmed from day one, and had thought that yes, Gibbs could have been a man worth taking some risks for.
Of course, Tony had known from the start that those thoughts had been totally inappropriate and that Gibbs would have broken his legs had he had the slightest idea of what was passing in his subordinate's head.
But those thoughts had never gone completely away and now, that evening, the longing Tony had felt many a time was back, was made even stronger by the look of absolute trust and openness he could see on Leroy's face.
The opening of the older man's shirt left part of his chest bare, and Tony felt his fingers twitch with the desire to caress that patch of skin and feel if the grey hair he could see would be soft or coarse.
"Would you allow me to touch you, Leroy?" he asked softly.
Leroy reacted at the sound of his voice, turning his head to look at Tony with a placid, almost sweet expression on his face.
Tony leaned forward to stare directly into his eyes and murmured, "Would you like to feel my hands on you? Or would you be angry?"
Of course, he was not expecting any response aside from Leroy's continuous staring.
Almost without volition Tony's hand rose to gently brush the hair that fell over the older man's brow, then it trailed down to caress his fascinating mouth. Leroy's lips were slightly wet under his fingers pads and he closed his eyes when Tony brushed his thumb back and forth on them.
The desire to taste that mouth overwhelmed Tony and his hands trembled as he cupped the older man's cheeks and brought Leroy's face close to his own as he bent his head and kissed him.
The lips beneath his own were warm and soft, and opened willing as Tony probed them with the tip of his tongue. The younger man explored his mouth and Leroy let him do it, not answering the kiss, but not resisting either, as Tony savoured his taste and felt intoxicated by it.
Tony pulled back when the kiss ended, and he observed Leroy. His eyes were still closed, but there was a smile on his lips- a content smile.
Encouraged and desperate to taste him again, Tony kissed him on the mouth, then he covered Leroy's face with tiny kisses, relishing in the flavour of his clean skin. Brow, nose, eyelids, cheeks, jaws…Tony kissed everywhere. Leroy didn't resist, and when the younger man's mouth finally reached his strong neck, the older man not only tilted his head back to give him more room, but he moaned- the first sound he had ever made since the morning he had answered the question about the blanket. It was a moan of pure, masculine pleasure, and it made Tony's cock twitch and harden.
The younger man continued kissing Leroy's neck as his hands started to rub up and down his arms, enjoying the sensation of his soft skin stretched over his muscles.
Tony felt as he had never before. Powerful, aroused, dizzy with pleasure even if Leroy was doing absolutely nothing to him, but just staying still, letting Tony touch and enjoy him.
Tony shifted on the couch to get closer to Leroy, and as he did so, he suddenly realized where they were—and what he was doing.
He was taking advantage of a mentally sick man—a man he professed to love and care for.
The realization made Tony sit straighter and cease kissing and touching Leroy, as he looked around the room, feeling self-conscious. What was he doing?
Leroy's eyes opened and he fixated them on him. They were dark blue but shining, and despite the blankness still lingering in them, Tony knew the older man wished to continue what they were doing.
That was enough to silence Tony's conscience. He stood up and reached out with his arm.
"Come," he murmured throatily, and Leroy didn't hesitate, taking his hand and following him to his bedroom.
Once inside, the door closed behind them, Tony gently removed Leroy's shirt, belt and trousers as the older man kicked away his shoes.
Tony's hands trembled as they ran over Leroy's body. He had never thought a man could be beautiful, but he was.
He wasn't powerfully built, but Tony could perceive the strength contained in his lean form.
His squared shoulders and chest gave way to a belly that had just slightly softened with age. His legs and arms were muscled, perfectly proportioned, like a statue made by a master sculptor, with the difference being he was alive, breathing and so warm.
Tony looked down at Leroy's cock and his eyes widened. That was an area where the older man was bigger than him, and he shivered at the thought of taking it in his mouth or body.
Tony's eyes trailed back to Leroy's face and he saw how intently the other man seemed to be watching him, as if he was waiting for something.
Tony let his index finger trace a line along Leroy's shaft and smiled satisfied at his long moan and at the way he threw his head back. He wasn't able to reach the older man's soul, but at least he could give him what his body craved.
Tony led Leroy to his bed; pushed at the older man's shoulders until he was lying on his back, then he straightened and disrobed, as his soon-to-be-lover's eyes following his every move.
Tony's heartbeat quickened when he saw Leroy's gaze pose over his naked figure as the older man licked his lips and his member twitched. Leroy liked what he was seeing!
The younger man lowered himself on the bed, laying on his side near his lover, and caressed his chest in a wide circular motion, ruffling the hair there and brushing his nipples.
Leroy moaned at the light contact, and it brought Tony a thrill to discover he was so sensitive there.
Tony licked, nibbled and delicately pinched the small peaks as Leroy writhed under his mouth, his head thrown back in the pillow as his hands gripped the sheets.
It was an amazing, heady feeling for Tony to see the older man laying there at his complete mercy, but he didn't stretch it too far. He didn't wish to torture Leroy- nor himself. And also, his lover looked more than ready, clear liquid leaking from the tip of his member, and Tony did not want him to waste his gift.
Moving quickly, Tony stretched atop of Leroy, settling between his spread legs. They both groaned at the same time and their erections were trapped between their tightly pressed bellies.
Tony rocked his hips experimentally, and his eyes widened at how good the friction against their taut stomachs felt.
He looked at Leroy and was amazed by how beautiful he looked now, his eyes hooded and yet bright, his cheeks flushed with desire.
Tony repeated his movements, tearing a moan from Leroy's throat, then frowned as he realized that as delicious as the friction was it was not quite enough to appease the lust in his blood and, he suspected, neither his lover's.
So he slipped his hand between their bodies, wrapping his fingers around both their erections and moving them up and down as he kept on rocking.
Much better, he thought, before pleasure overruled all his thinking processes and he gave himself to the sensations his hand and body and most, importantly, Leroy's presence were causing.
It didn't take Leroy long to reach his peak, his body arching up as he moaned loudly, and the sound spurred Tony's own climax.
Afterward, Leroy fell asleep almost immediately, and Tony soon imitated him, too dazzled to even try to think about what had happened.
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Oh Tony, what did you do? What will happen next? Let me know what you think...and remember, reviews make me update faster!
