Title- Unexpected

Author- PTBvisiongrrl

Part- 4/4

Date- 6/4/11

Rating – M

Pairings/Characters- Gibbs/Tony

Spoilers- A bit AU (obviously ), but this takes place before the series starts; this is a prequel to my story Unattainable.

WARNINGS- Explicit; depicts slash. If this makes you uncomfortable, DON'T READ.

Disclaimers- Unfortunately, I don't own any of these characters, and make absolutely no profit from taking them out to play…although Gibbs and Tony can frisk and cuff me ANYTIME.

Author's Note: This is the last chapter to the story. While there is more relationship to develop between this story and Unattainable, I think that it would be best pursued as separate stories at some time in the future. This story was a challenge for me to write, as I don't usually write m/m slash, and I've enjoyed the experience. Hopefully you readers did as well!

The intensity of those sensual moments in the entryway returned in an instant. While Tony had appreciated the time to get to know his Boss better, this was what he had gone in search of tonight. The pressure of Gibbs' tongue seeking entrance to Tony's mouth pushed away any less carnal thoughts immediately, as did the brush of calloused hands against the flat muscles of Tony's toned abdomen as they searched for his jeans' button. Tony immediately hardened again, almost painfully tight against constraining denim and throbbing with need.

Shifting to lean back further on the sofa, Tony pulled Gibbs tighter against him, one hand pressing against Gibbs's lower back, the other cupping the back of Gibbs's head. Rather than resist, Gibbs contributed to the shift in posture, turning Tony so that he was pressed down against the sofa cushions, Gibbs half laying on his broad chest and body resting between Tony's spread legs. The kiss quickly grew more heated, hands more desperate, and clothing looser and more disheveled until Gibbs broke away, gasping for air.

"Tony—" he breathed heavily. "Not that I am not enjoying this," Gibbs thrust his erection against Tony's leg, rubbing against Tony's thigh, to make sure Tony realized the truth behind the words, "but we are not small men. Wanna move this upstairs?"

Opening lust-heavy eyes, Tony smiled at Gibbs. That shy half-smirk, half-smile played at the corners of deliciously swollen lips, tugging at Tony's emotions in a way that felt unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. Trying to squash down that odd development—and in fear and what that might lead to after their morning after—Tony agreed that more space might be nice. "Okay," he answered, equally breathless.

Gibbs rolled off the sofa, found his feet, and held out a hand to help Tony up. Grasping the hand—and noting the location of each and every callous in the few seconds it took to rise—Tony leaned in for another kiss first. One led to more, and a trail of clothing was left through the living room and up the stairs to mark their progress. One article after another was hastily removed and discarded each time one of them managed to press the other against the wall, rough with desire and harsh need.

By the time the two men reached Gibbs's bedroom, Gibbs was pressing Tony against the wooden door and they were down to boxers and boxer briefs. He repeatedly nipped and nibbled a path from the hollow behind Tony's ear down to the corded and straining muscles at the base of his throat. Each bruising taste of Tony's flesh drew a gutteral moan from the younger man, his enjoyment of Gibbs's ministrations obvious and just as obviously turning Gibbs on even more. Grinding against Tony, Gibbs enjoyed the sensation of hardness against hardness, but wanted to feel skin-to-skin contact badly. Dipping one hand below the waistband of Tony's shorts to grasp his length, Gibbs's other hand tugged them down.

Tony responded by tugging off Gibbs's boxers, letting them pool on the floor as his hands gripped the older man's hips tight against his own. "Bed, Gibbs-" Tony panted, "please." Despite Tony's attempt to control the building need, the words came out more like a plea than a request.

Pulling back from roughly tormenting Tony's neck, squeezing Tony's cock just a little bit rougher, Gibbs turned, his hand never leaving Tony's flesh but simply urging Tony to follow him, and made his way to the bed. Laying down, he finally released Tony before patting the bed next to him. "C'mere, Tony-boy."

Christ, that low, come-hither tone, with the right words, could probably make Tony cum without Gibbs even laying a hand on him. Gibbs just had this damn sexy vibe no matter what he did, and when he turned on the sexual charm, holy shit. No wonder women kept marrying him, Tony reflected as he settled next to the man in question, on his side facing him, wondering how precisely they were going to proceed to the next delicate step.

In his usual ESP-y way, Gibbs knew what Tony wanted to ask but hadn't worked up the courage to just yet. "Do you have a preference, Tony?" he asked, truly curious about the answer. By default, Gibbs was generally the aggressor; he didn't mind it, but it also didn't demand it. Gibbs was willing to give and receive, to the right person.

Gibbs had already decided that Tony was definitely the right person to turn control over to.

At work, Gibbs had discovered early on that Tony's background and skills in law enforcement were a true balance to his own military background. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, each man taking on tasks that were best suited to him and somehow it always worked out to catching the dirt-bags, often in record time.

The trust that had built up between them at the office had simply carried over into the bedroom. Tonight was about forgetting the case in a way that wouldn't damage their working relationship. Why not use those work dynamics?, Jethro had thought to himself about half-way up the stairs, Tony's body hard against him and pressing him to the wall, immobile. The soldier in Gibbs would usually kick in on instinct at that point, trying to gain back freedom of movement. But the fact that is was Tony who was doing it kept those instincts from surfacing. Gibbs was certain that fucking would work the same way.

"Um," Tony started, unsure how to answer that question. "I don't really have a preference—just depends who I'm with."

The smile that made him lose his breath for a minute met Tony's answer. "What do you want from me, then, Tony-boy? We have all night, we're off tomorrow—we can do whatever you want, and then do some more…What do you need from me?"

It was like handing Tony a never-ending buffet. If this wasn't a one-orgasm deal, if they were going to be together all night, Tony would have a chance to fuck and be fucked. Knowing that, he told Gibbs, "I want to take you."

Nodding, Gibbs reached into the night stand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and some condoms. He had already figured that Tony needed to work out some aggression first before he would be relaxed enough to allow Gibbs to have his way and turn Tony into a pool of spent and exhausted flesh in his bed. "Rough?"

Tony smirked. "Tonight, yeah. Its what I really—"

Gibbs finished the sentence for him. "Need." Gibbs drew Tony's mouth to his, gentle kisses trailed up to his ear. "Take what you need from me, Tony," he whispered in Tony's ear.

Gibbs telling Tony to take what he wanted was like a light-switch. The passion so far was intense, the sensations mind-blowing, but that single statement from Gibbs sent a small jet of pre-cum dripping from Tony's painfully hard cock. Rolling Gibbs onto his back, Tony lay himself across the man, straddling Gibbs leg. Tony rubbed himself harshly against Gibbs, his mouth busy nipping a path from Gibbs's ear to his Adam's apple. Each bite left a tiny red mark that Tony didn't bother to soothe yet. One hand balanced his body over Gibbs while his other hand began stroking Gibbs's length to fullness. The moan that Gibbs couldn't help but emit at the contrasting frictions urged Tony on further. Settling between Gibbs's now-open legs, Tony lined his cock up against Gibbs's and began stroking them both, briefly. When he felt the weeping of Gibbs's member, Tony removed his hand and lay down his body against Gibbs. Rocking his hips, Tony rubbed his cock up and down the length of Gibbs's own, eliciting yet another moan. Sliding his hands beneath Gibbs's ass, pulling the man as tightly against himself as he could, Tony set a brutal pace.

The hard rocking of cock against cock, the muscular arms holding him down, the feeling giving up control to Tony had caused in him- Gibbs was very, very close to cumming and he hadn't even been sucked or fucked yet. "Tony-" Gibbs' tried to get his attention, but it took a second attempt to speak to be loud enough to break through the haze of lust surrounding Tony.

Tony immediately stilled. "Is something wrong?" he asked, suddenly the solicitous lover again, not a man following rutting instinct.

"Fuck, no," Gibbs sighed. "That's the problem. You make me cum now, I'm going to need a break before I fuck you."

Tony shuddered slightly at the promised carnality for later. "I'm okay with a break, if you are—because I really, really want to make you cum right now."

Gibbs shook his head yes. "Oh, shit, yes. Please."

"Please" from Gibbs was almost akin to begging. Suddenly, Tony needed to be in Gibbs's ass when the older man came. Reaching for the lube, Tony sat back on his heels and slicked up his fingers. Keeping one hand jerking Gibbs off, Tony played with the edges of Gibbs's puckered entrance. Each pass of his fingers across the ring of muscle caused a shiver to pass through Gibbs. One finger dipped in, stretching a little, then two. Gibbs continued to moan and shudder through out, words in the heat of passion that were dirtier than anything Tony recalled hearing Gibbs use before.

A third finger made Gibbs begin moving against Tony's hand, almost fucking himself. Tony stilled both hands; it only took a few seconds for it to register. "Tony?" Gibbs asked, suddenly a little worried.

Tony answered by ripping open the foil wrapper and quickly sheathing himself before sliding home into Gibbs's ass. He barely paused as his head breached Gibbs, driving home until he was balls-deep. Gibbs responded with another string of expletives and pleases. Tony had to pause for a few minutes for his own reasons; if Tony continued to pump right now, it would all be over very quickly and he wanted it to last.

Adjusting Gibbs's legs, Tony began pounding away. He angled himself so that every third stroke or so scraped across Gibbs's prostate; he could feel it with his cock, taking satisfaction in what he could see it do to Gibbs. A sheen of sweat began to form over Tony from the work of fucking Gibbs. Tony gave it his all, didn't hold back, wasn't worried about hurting the man because he knew Gibbs would stop him if Gibbs didn't like it.

But Gibbs did like it, a lot. The desire in Tony, the exhilaration of being taken care of by him, made everything much more intense than usual for Gibbs. Of course, he had several years of fantasies about his Senior Field Agent stored up, and the reality was so much better that Gibbs couldn't stop himself. He came, shooting thick, hot pools of cum like a fountain, making things a bit messy.

Tony never broke his rhythm. He smiled at Gibbs, moaning at the thought of what he had done that to his boss, had turned him on and fucked him so good…it wasn't possessiveness but more of pride. Gibbs obviously enjoyed being with him, wanted more of him—and the idea that Gibbs wanted Tony to fuck his ass hard, to use him for release from the hell of this week, finally pushed Tony over the edge. He filled the condom, cumming harder than he had for some time with his flavor-of-the-week bed partners.

Gibbs pushed Tony to lay down on the bed and rest, removing the condom for him before Tony had even begun to soften and going to the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth to clean him up. Once that was accomplished, Gibbs laid a toe-curling kiss on Tony. "Thank you, Tony-boy. I don't usually bottom, but fuck—if it was always that good, I'd be happy to do that more" Sliding an arm around Tony's shoulders and pulling him close, Gibbs asked, "How are you doing?"

Tony sighed, his body content for right now. "Awesome. I have to admit, I was surprised you let me top."

"It was what you needed, and I wanted to give you want you needed, Tony." The simple statement made Tony smile.

"You let me top you, the alpha dog in any room with any group of people, because I needed to?" There was a little awe in Tony's voice, as he began to realize that a night of sex with Gibbs was unlike a night of sex with any of his many other partners. Not that the physical wasn't good with those other partners, because it was, but it was like the difference between memorizing a song on the piano to perform it and hearing a real musician play that same song, responding to the audience's reactions. Gibbs got Tony, not just Tony's body, and Tony felt a real danger form. He couldn't afford to let his heart get involved in this. It had to stay sex. Really, really good sex, but sex none-the-less.

"Alpha dog?" Gibbs prodded, sensing deeper thoughts in Tony that needed to be stilled.

Tony fixed a look of disbelief at Gibbs. "You can be in a room with admirals, secretaries, special forces commanders, alphabet directors….and everyone there knows that no matter their rank, you do what they tell you to do because you want to follow their orders, not because you have to. They can't force you to do anything. You let them have the charade of power, and they know you are letting them have it and are grateful that you do. Because they also know that they can't take the power away from you."

Shaking his head and contemplating Tony's words, Gibbs raised an eyebrow at him. "You've thought a lot about this, huh?"

Ducking his head, Tony actually blushed a little, a look Gibbs liked on the tanned Italian. "Ah, yeah. Thought about you like this for a long time, never thinking it would actually happen."

Turning Tony onto his side so that Gibbs could spoon him from behind, Gibbs pressed gentle kisses against the back of Tony's neck and across his broad shoulders. "Well, it is. And while I want a chance to fuck you into the mattress tonight, I'm gonna need a few minutes before enough blood returns to circulation for me to actually do it."

Tony pressed back against the hard lines of his boss's body, enjoying the feel and roughness of male skin, the work-hardened hands stroking his hip, and the warm tongue and sharp teeth being used on him just then. "Promise?" he asked.

Gibbs bit down a little harder than was comfortable in the middle of Tony's neck, eliciting a gasp that in turn stopped some of that blood from returning to other non-southern points of Gibbs's body. Relaxing into Gibbs's ministrations, Tony had an epiphany.

He didn't have many, in his life, those moments of clarity when the world is laid out at your feet freely so that you see what you want and how to get it, but this one was sharp and sudden. He couldn't say that he loved Gibbs, although he freely admitted to physical attraction. But the trust and friendship they already had, now adding this new element to their relationship…even if Tony never slept with Gibbs again, Tony knew that he needed Gibbs in his life. As boss, friend, or lover, Tony needed the care and grounding factor of Gibbs.

That certainty made the concern over an awkward morning after disappear; it made Tony look forward to enjoying the rest of the night in Gibbs's bed and not want to flee before the sun rose; it made Tony realize that, here and now, this was the life he wanted, despite the stress and horrors of his job. Cases like this week were bad, but knowing that he was doing good in the word, at Gibbs's side with other friends there as well—

That was enough, for now.

***THE END***