Title: Craving Coffee
Author: rose_malmaison

Rating: FRAO
Warnings: M/M, sex, language, kink, piercings, abusive parent, serial killer, talk about rape/non-con. Violence. Secondary character death (bad guys).
Genre: Slash, romance, first time, angst, h/c, case fic, pre-show AU
Pairing: DiNozzo/Gibbs
Length: 79 chapters, 322k words

Summary: When he is first at NCIS, and is a probie under Special Agent Mike Franks, Gibbs investigates a case involving young military men who have gone missing. Gibbs meets Tony in NY, and immediately falls for him. A few months later, college-age Tony turns to Gibbs when he's in a bind, and Gibbs takes Tony home with him for the weekend. It soon becomes apparent that both Tony and his father are deeply involved in the case, and Gibbs sets out to help Tony.

Time span: The story starts in late summer 1991 when Gibbs goes to the DiNozzo estate and first meets Tony by the pool. Tony is about start college in the first scene. About 6 months later, around March 1992, Tony phones Gibbs and asks for help. This story takes place in the following two weeks.

A/N: If you enjoy my story, please leave me a comment - I love to hear from you! Thanks to my betas.

Craving Coffee
Chapter 4 - Gold Rings

Gibbs entered his bedroom, determined to reject the young man or, at the very least, to insist that Tony sleep in the guest bedroom.

One look at Tony standing in the middle of his bedroom, clad only in bright red briefs and a pair of small gold nipple rings, and Gibbs forgot how to speak. Shit, he was ruled by his dick, and there was no getting around it. He gave up and sank to his knees in front of the young man.

Tony's ran his long fingers across Gibbs' bare chest and shoulder, murmuring in admiration, caressing the ex-Marine's short graying hair. "I wanted this, craved this, ever since you came to the house," Tony said. He hugged Gibbs' head to his stomach and stroked his hair. "I knew you wanted me, too."

Somehow Gibbs knew that the young man was smiling above him. He wrapped his arms around Tony's hips, hands exploring and kneading the muscular ass, as he brushed his cheek against the incongruous red briefs, nuzzling his face along the thick, hardening ridge hiding beneath the soft fabric. Gibbs inhaled, and then groaned at the musky scent and what it was doing to him. He worked his tongue across the fabric, mouthing Tony's dick, then searching for and finding the opening. There, there it was, the smell strong. Gibbs was finally able to make contact with the warm silky skin covering and impossibly hard dick. It jerked when his tongue swiped at it, and Tony gasped and gripped Gibbs' head tightly. Gibbs licked once more then said huskily, "I want to see you." He looked up seeking permission and received it. Slowly he pulled the underwear down and let all of Tony free.

Tony's cock was everything Gibbs had expected it to be, long and heavy, flushed and erect, and moist at the tip, jutting away from his hairless groin. Fuck, Gibbs realized, there was no hair on his body, not a single one. "Jesus," he said on a sigh.

Tony murmured, "Swim team," as if that explained everything.

With deft hands Gibbs took possession of Tony's leaking cock, stroking up and down the shaft, twisting gently at first, pulling and running his thumb across the slit, increasing pressure, making Tony jerk and moan and cling to his hair until it hurt. Gibbs licked up and down Tony's heavy cock and then took it in his mouth, using lips and tongue and some judicious use of teeth, along with a good deal of suction to slowly draw a climax out of the younger man.

Tony whimpered and moaned and talked a lot. Too damned much, Gibbs thought. But hearing Tony saying, "Yes…there…you're good, so good…suck me," along with some very loud and breathy moans, sort of grew on him. With his mouth busy bobbing up and down Tony's cock, Gibbs hands slid up Tony's waist and belly, and then his fingers found the nipple rings and he pulled on them. Tony yelped, and Gibbs, afraid he'd gone too far, immediately stopped and pulled back. Tony's cock, dark and glistening, jutted towards him invitingly. Gibbs licked his lips, breathless. "Shit, Tony, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No, no," Tony said with a tremor in his voice. "Fuck, do it, do it, Gibbs." He took hold of Gibbs' hands and forced them up to take hold of his nipples once more. "I like it. Please," he panted. "I need…"

Gibbs did as he was instructed. He took Tony's dick in his mouth again, his head rocking back and forth while his fingers pulled on the small gold rings, gently at first, then as Tony's moans grew in intensity, a bit harder, eliciting high noises from him that hovered on the edge of extreme pain.

A sharp tug on the rings and some tongue action to his cock pushed Tony over the edge; he arched his back and jerked and came with a scream. Gibbs swallowed, greedy for Tony's come, wanting to drain him, to own him in his entirety.

They collapsed together, Gibbs on his knees, holding Tony close. Tremors caused Tony's body to shake, and Gibbs supported him through the aftermath, savoring the sheer weight of the young, lithe body reclining limply in his arms. "C'mon," Gibbs said after a while, his hands on Tony's sweaty back, encouraging him to rise and move onto the bed. Once Tony was settled, Gibbs stripped off his trousers then he laid beside him.

Tony relaxed, his long limbs splayed out. He looked at Gibbs from under heavy-lidded eyes, his mouth slightly open, still breathing heavily. "I've…never screamed like that before," he said with a look of wonder.

Gibbs faced Tony, propping his head up on one elbow. "I've never made anyone scream like that, so we're even," he said with a smile. Gibbs's hand slid up Tony's arm and shoulder and then around the vulnerable throat, matching his fingers the red marks left on his neck by one of his assailants. "Nobody should touch you but me," he muttered under his breath with a frown. He placed light kisses on Tony's neck, and licked and nibbled his way along the muscle to the underside of his jaw. There he felt the roughness of Tony's evening stubble that made him think of sandpaper.

"Nobody will touch me except you, Gibbs," Tony said, leaning into the older man to tease him with a nip upon his lips before moving into a long, languorous kiss.

Gibbs' tongue delved into Tony's sweet mouth, aroused the small noises of pleasure the young man was making. When he pulled back for a breath, Tony's mouth followed his, his lips parted in a blatant plea for more, but Gibbs smiled and pressed his palm to his chest. He gently rubbed the heel of his hand across one of Tony's tender nipples, comparing the hot skin to the cool metal of the nipple ring. He tugged a little on the ring and flowed it up with a lap of his tongue and was rewarded by a mewling sound from Tony's throat. His fingers trailed further down, dragging lightly across Tony's stomach to investigate the dip of his navel, and finally fondling his genitals. "I like you like this…smooth." He lightly rolled Tony's balls in his palm and watched as his eyes closed and his head rolled back and forth on the pillow, begging for more with ever little whimper he made. "So beautiful," Gibbs said.

"I'm all. . . yours," Tony responded between ragged breaths.

Gibbs' own erection needed attention; the sight and smell of Tony, and the needy ache in his balls, were making it increasingly difficult to concentrate. "I want you to touch me," Gibbs said in a low voice, more of an order than a request. He wanted those long fingers grasping him, pulling at his balls, fisting his cock and bringing him to orgasm.

Turning into Gibbs, Tony returned the favor, fisting his hard, wet cock with a dragging, slow pressure that caused the older man to bite his lower lip as he struggled to hold on a little longer.

"Tell me what you want," Tony said. With his other hand he fondled the muscles of Gibbs' ass. "Oh God, you're so good. You want to take me, don't you? You can fuck me hard, Gibbs. I'm good. I'm really good at taking it. I'll love it if it's you doing it. I need you to hurt me. I'm begging you, hurt me, Gibbs. I need. . . I need to be punished. I deserve it. Hurt me, please hurt me!" He searched Gibbs' face for direction, for approval, panting, his eyes full of dark desire even as he slid his hand up and down Gibb's shaft and the other grabbed his ass, no longer gentle.

Shocked at what he heard in Tony's request, Gibbs reached down and stilled the searching hands, capturing them in his strong grasp. "No!" He understood giving and receiving pain as a way to heighten arousal, but to hear this man begging for it as if that was the way it should be, as if it was the only way, as if pain was his due…it was more than he could take. "No! Don't! Don't ask me to hurt you, Tony. Not like that. It's wrong." He saw the slight shake of Tony's head and the confusion in his eyes mingling with fear, not quite understanding what it was that he'd done wrong. "Don't you see?"

"I thought you wanted me." Tony withdrew a little, his hands trying to escape from Gibbs' grip but failing. His eyes dropped when faced by Gibbs' piercing gaze.

"God, I do want you. I do." Gibbs released Tony's hands and cupped his face instead, gentle but insistent. "Please, Tony." The young man's hurt was plain to see and Gibbs knew he had to be cautious with his words, something he'd never been very adept at. Now was not the time to screw up, not with so much riding on this fledgling relationship. He took a deep breath and plunged in the deep end. "I know your old man's fucked with you and sold you to the highest bidder, Tony, but I'm not him. I would never treat you like that, pimp you out. I'd never be like one of those johns. This is going to be different." He kissed Tony's mouth gently, showing him with soft sweeps of his tongue and the hungry pressure of his lips how good love could be when it's with the right person. "I'd never. . . I will not hurt you," he promised. "You're worth far too much to me."

Tony moaned and wrapped his arms around Gibbs' back, pulling at him frantically until their chests met. "I'll be good, I'll be good. You'll see," Tony insisted.

"I already know you're good, Tony." Gibbs rolled on top of his young lover, claiming with his mouth, stronger now, showing he was the boss, and Tony took it all in, moaning and almost in tears, as if nobody had ever offered him a kind word or touched him in just that way before.

Then Gibbs fumbled with some lube and two slick fingers entered Tony, pulling a whine of pleasure out of him, along with something sharp in Tony's chest that felt like pain but wasn't like any other pain he'd ever experienced because it was Gibbs, and the pain was love. Because it was Gibbs. The big, blunt fingers stroked and touched him, just there, and Tony saw stars and thrust against the fingers, wanting more, wanting everything that Gibbs could give him. He reached down and blindly took Gibbs' heavy cock, guiding its rigid length towards his entrance.

The older man kissed him and delayed long enough to roll on a condom and a generous amount of lube and then he was positioning himself and waiting and waiting, until finally Tony met his eyes and begged him to enter him with a low, "Please."

Gibbs as he was told, slowly, his eyes closing in concentration even though all he wanted to see was to watch Tony's expression when he entered him. He was in, and it was tight and so damned hot and he managed to open his eyes only to discover Tony staring up at him with an amazed look that turned into a beautiful smile.

Gibbs slid further into the tight passage with far more ease than he'd expected, and Tony was angling his hips and murmuring little words of encouragement. Tony's eyes closed and he arched and moaned and panted with pleasure, and Gibbs couldn't hold back any more. He thrust hard, harder than he had intended to, but the younger man showed no signs of distress, so Gibbs grasped Tony's hips and embedded his dick right to the hilt and lay there for a minute, breathing hard. When he moved again it was slow, with long, smooth strokes. Then he built up speed, his balls slapping against Tony's ass, and Tony's groans and pleas to fuck him harder were carried on hot breath against his cheek.

When Gibbs came it was hard and unexpected in its intensity, with shudders wracking his body and a shout bursting from his mouth, eyes closed against the intensity of his climax. Tony's hand was gripping his neck and his voice hushing him and smoothing his hair as if he was a child that needed comforting, while he inhaled in deep sobs and tried to calm his pounding heart.

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Gibbs woke slowly, unsure of where he was. His own bed, he thought. Something was different. Then he felt the warmth of a male body jammed up against his side, all hard planes and muscles, and remembered: Tony. Gibbs smiled. Oh God, no wonder he was worn out. Moving his head on the pillow he discovered he was being watched. He smiled at the loving look in Tony's eyes and said lazily, "Hey." He shifted on the mattress and discovered his back ached from the workout, and a groan escaped his lips.

"Morning," Tony said with a grin, knowing damned well the effect he'd had on his lover last night.

"You okay?" If someone had asked Gibbs to describe the feeling that overtook him at that moment, he'd have had trouble finding the right word for it. It might have been satisfaction, but it wasn't of the selfish variety. Physically tired yet sated. Joyous, though more subdued. More like fulfillment, or bliss.

In the end it was Tony who found the right word. "I've never had it so sweet." He kissed Gibbs gently then laid his head on his lover's chest with a sigh. "How long can we be together?"

'Forever if I had my way,' thought Gibbs. "All weekend, if you want. Is that okay with you?" He could feel Tony smiling against his skin.

"Sure, Gibbs."

Gibbs tapped the top of Tony's head. "I think it's time you called me Jethro."

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