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

Summary: When he is first at NCIS, in the summer of 1991, Gibbs investigates a case of young military men who are missing. He meets college-age Tony, and during the course of the investigation their lives become intertwined.

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Craving Coffee
Chapter 7 - Washing

"Strip," Gibbs directed, as he hastily removed his own clothing. Tony did as he was told and handed over his soiled red underwear, then watched Gibbs toss it into the washing machine along with the rest of his laundry. The lid of the washer dropped shut with a metallic slam, punctuating Gibbs' order, "Sit on top."

Tony looked at Gibbs apprehensively. "Why?"

"When I give you an order, you obey it. Understand?" At Tony's nod, Gibbs grabbed him around the waist and hoisted him atop the machine, now vibrating noisily in its wash cycle.

Tony wriggled and complained, "It's cold."

In reply Gibbs smiled and said, "Not for long." He slid his hands into Tony's hair and pulled him close for a kiss. Their mouths met hungrily with Gibbs demanding more, angling his head and capturing Tony's tongue while his hands explored the smooth skin of his back. Once Tony started making those little noises of pleasure in the back of his throat that sounded slightly desperate, Gibbs wrapped his arms around him, dominating the kiss. He fleetingly wondered how he was going to keep up with Tony, even if he did make Gibbs as randy as all get-out. But they were both horny and Tony's hardening cock was pressing against his stomach, and at that moment all Gibbs wanted was to fuck Tony right where he sat on the chugging washing machine. Gibbs broke the kiss, breathing hard and ready to rock-and-roll, but he realized they didn't have any lube or protection at hand.

Panting, his eyes dark with need, Tony pointed towards the kitchen. "I stashed some in there."

"Stay," Gibbs ordered. He ran naked into the kitchen and frantically searched several kitchen cabinets before finding condoms and a tube of lube in the medicine cabinet next to the fridge. Back in the laundry, he hastily ripped open a condom packet. Tony tried to help by rolling it onto his dick but, afraid that Tony's touch would make him lose his load before he got his dick up his ass, Gibbs slapped the helpful hands away, saying sharply, "Don't!" It had been a long time since he'd been so worked up and here he was trembling like teenager. Gibbs coated himself with lube and dropped the tube at his feet.

Tony grabbed Gibbs' shoulders and slid his bottom to the edge of the washing machine, hooking his legs around the older man's back. His cock jutted out, leaking and impatient. "C'mon, I want you in me," he said insistently. "Make me scream."

Without any preparation or finesse, Gibbs lined himself up, breached and entered Tony with a loud grunt. Gibbs had never been a noisy lover, but with Tony his inhibitions flew out the window.

The angle was awkward at first but Tony spread his knees wide to take Gibbs' cock in as deep as he could, bracing himself with one hand on the edge of the vibrating washing machine. He dug his heels into Gibbs' back and urged, through gritted teeth, "Harder, damn it fuck me Jethro, damn it, deeper! There…there…" Tony liked it rough, there was no doubt about that, the way his head went back and his lips parted, and every thrust that Gibbs made, deep into his body, was punctuated with Tony's cries of, "Yes…yes…Gibbs…that's it…"

Gibbs leaned into Tony, pounding him so hard that he felt as though he was going to tear the young man in half. But the friction, the slick heat surrounding his dick, the sound of his balls slapping against Tony's ass, all made him mindless with need. He found himself shouting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" in time to his grinding thrusts. Sliding one hand from Tony's hip to his groin, Gibbs stroked the his rigid, veined cock, slowly increasing the speed adding a twist, his thumb rubbing across the tip to draw a gasp and shudder out of Tony. "That's my boy, so good, so damned good. Come on, come… " Gibbs groaned, withdrew and gave a few hard thrusts, knowing he hit the right spot when Tony cried out loudly and dug his fingers into Gibbs' shoulder.

"Gibbs!" Tony arched his back, muscles tensed and eyes closed tight, an exclamation bursting from his lips as he climaxed hard, his come splashing across their chests in spurts.

Gibbs gripped Tony's hipbones and jerked a couple more times before he came with waves of pleasure and pain clashing together in a crescendo that left him gasping for air, his chest heaving. "Jesus," Gibbs groaned on an exhalation. He staggered and collapsed on the floor in an ungainly heap, with Tony still clinging to him, impaled on his dick. Breathing hard, Tony straddled Gibbs' lap and rested his head on his shoulder. Tony placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on Gibbs' neck that clearly said 'thank you.' After a moment Gibbs found his voice and asked, "You okay?"

Tony nodded and smiled. "Oh yeah." After a couple of minutes he recouped enough to point over his shoulder at the noisy washing machine and said, "Bet that's the best action your washer's ever seen."

"The hell with that old tub. What about me?"

"You've got great action, too, Jethro."

"Damn right I do," Gibbs said with a chuckle, so damned happy and exhausted he was almost giddy.

Tony laughed and draped himself heavily over Gibbs, arms around his shoulders, head resting on his shoulder. "I love you, Jethro," he breathed into the skin of his neck.

Wanting to respond, but at a loss for words and unsure of the depth of his feelings, Gibbs moved to get out from under his young lover, who was no lightweight despite being slim. "Gotta get up now, Tony."

Tony stopped him. "No, stay in me. Don't want to let you go." His eyes half-closed, Tony slid his fingers through Gibbs' hair, and kissed his cheeks and chin, and each corner of his mouth with little murmurs of contentment. "Please, please. Just a little longer."

Gibbs suckled along Tony's jaw and throat. The scent of sex was strong, and he licked at Tony's drying come on his smooth-skinned chest and collarbone. Then his mouth sought Tony's lips once more, and they kissed and Gibbs sucked tenderly on Tony's tongue until he had to pull back for air. He rested his forehead against Tony's and looked into his eyes, loving the sated expression in their green depths. Regretfully Gibbs said, "Tony, I can't sit here any longer. My back…"

"Oh, sorry." One more kiss and then Tony wiggled his hips and Gibbs' dick slipped out of him. He rose to his feet with only the slightest wince, joined hands with Gibbs and hauled him to his feet. Gibbs dealt with the condom, and they gave their bodies a cursory wipe with a towel and then went upstairs, Gibbs guiding Tony towards the bathroom with a hand resting gently on the nape of his neck. Tony followed Gibbs into the shower stall but if he thought he was going to fool around, he was mistaken. Gibbs was all business, efficiently soaping and rinsing both of them off so fast that they were standing on the bathmat, dried off and ready to put some clothes on, all in the amount of time it normally took Tony to decide which shampoo he was going to use.

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Gibbs dressed quickly and then rummaged around in the closet for something for Tony to wear. He pulled out a pair of faded blue jeans and a long-sleeved white t-shirt. "See if those fit," he said while he chose a hooded gray sweatshirt that said 'Marines' across the chest, and tossed it in Tony's direction. After a quick trip to the linen closet Gibbs was back, and set about making up the bed with fresh sheets.

Tony stood in the middle of Gibbs' bedroom, naked, holding the borrowed clothing to his chest. He smoothed his hair down with his free hand and shifted his weight, waiting for Gibbs to notice him.

Gibbs had almost finished making up the bed when it struck him how unnaturally quiet Tony was being. Tony looked like he wanted to say something; it wasn't like him to hold back. "You need an invitation, DiNozzo?"

"Uh, I don't mind going commando, Jethro, but…"

"You want something, just ask." Gibbs shook his head and found his weekend guest a pair of white boxers. "Those gonna cramp your style?" he asked in a slightly sarcastic undertone.

"They're fine, because they're yours," Tony said looking pleased. He dressed in the jeans, which were just about long enough, and the borrowed t-shirt, and then asked if he could also have some socks before he took a pair from Gibbs' dresser drawer.

While he dressed, Gibbs tided the room and watched Tony out of the corner of his eye. He was a bit puzzled over the change in behavior. At first Tony had been as sexually blatant as all get-out, draping himself on the dining table and performing his lewd one-man act, but now he was standing there, all gawky to the point of almost being shy. Gibbs didn't have a degree in psychology but he knew people pretty well and had a knack for assessing them. He'd also seen his share of kids, and adults too, who'd suffered from a sickening variety of abuse. Gibbs wondered, with a deep, growing anger, exactly what Tony's father had done to him over the years. Any man who harmed a child, particularly his own flesh and blood, deserved the worst of punishments as far as Gibbs was concerned. It was unfathomable that anyone could actually hurt Tony.

Tony was an overachiever when it came to pleasing his elders, and for all the wrong reasons. The young man could put on quite a show, offering himself as the main event, just as his father had trained him to do from an early age. Gibbs thought back to the ripe-for-picking Anthony DiNozzo Jr. he'd met last summer by the pool on his father's estate. Tony had been slathered in expensive suntan lotion, talking a mile a minute, offering Gibbs, a veritable stranger, whatever it was he most desired.

But just last night there was the same young man, in trouble at a police station, far from home, hurt but trying hard not to show it and looking more like a lost sixteen-year-old than an athletic college student. Maybe that kid was the real Tony, the boy who transformed into a sexually charged young adult as a way of covering up. It seemed more than just an act though, more like a protective skin safeguarding the fragile person within. Gibbs had a feeling they were both sides of the same coin and he'd bet a buck that Tony rarely showed that vulnerable side to anyone. He wasn't sure why Tony had allowed Gibbs to see that side of him, or why he trusted him - and now apparently thought he loved him. All Gibbs knew was that it made him feel all the more protective of the young man, and he swore he'd do whatever it took to keep him safe.

Once Tony was dressed, holding the sweatshirt in one hand, Gibbs walked around him, looking him over as if he was conducting a military inspection. The bruises on Tony's neck and jaw were still apparent but a lock of light brown hair half-covered the bruise on his temple. The borrowed clothing fit well enough. Gibbs grunted his approval but then he reached out and skimmed his fingers across Tony's chest, finding bumps from the nipple rings under his white t-shirt. "Lose those. We're going out."

Tony lifted his shirt and did as he was told, then slipped the rings into the change pocket in his jeans. "How come these fit me so well?" he asked indicating the jeans. He was a couple of inches taller than Gibbs, with longer legs.

"Bought the wrong size. I rolled up the cuffs and wore them around the house." Gibbs shrugged then his face softened in a smile. "You look good in them. They hug your butt," he said with a smirk and ruffled Tony's hair. Wearing the simple white shirt, and with his hair less-than-perfect, Tony looked more like a college student than he had at any time before.

Grinning, Tony's eyes traveled slowly up and down Gibbs' body. "You look damned good yourself, Jethro."

Gibbs raised one finger in warning and glowered at Tony, who looked good enough to eat. "Don't even think about it, Tony. I need coffee. Lots of coffee. And breakfast. Then we go out. I gotta buy wood and hardware for the boat."

He moved resolutely past Tony and headed down to the kitchen with the younger man on his heels asking excitedly, "Boat? What boat? You have a boat?"

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