Chapter Eleven: More than One Way to Ride an Ass
"Jordyn Hamilton's mother is in the conference room," Jethro informed Tony. "Reinterview her." They'd quickly gotten up to date on the case so Balboa's team could officially hand it back over to them. The only major new development had come from Ducky—Jordyn Hamilton was pregnant. Now it was time to hit the ground running and see what they could find out.
"But Balboa's team already interviewed her," Tony objected.
"Did the tone of my voice make it seem like a suggestion?" Jethro barked.
"Reinterviewing the mother, Boss!" Tony said, jumping to his feet. He liked the no-nonsense, gruffer version of Gibbs that appeared at work.
"When you're done with that, we'll head to Quantico to talk to the people she worked and bunked with."
"Tonight?" Tony asked in surprise, unable to stop himself. "We wouldn't get down there till 9:00 at the earliest."
Jethro stood tall in front of Tony, his presence undeniably commanding. "You got somewhere else you need to be, DiNozzo?"
"Uh, no, not really. I guess not," Tony stuttered, mentally scolding himself for objecting. He hurried by the man and off to the conference room before his mouth could get him in any more trouble.
The serious expression on Jethro's face didn't fade until Tony was out of sight.
Tony paused to smooth out his button up shirt before turning the knob and opening the door. "Ms. Hamilton," he greeted with an open smile.
"Please, call me Peggy," the woman replied, wiping at the corners of her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm trying to hold it together but I haven't been able to stop crying since it happened."
Tony fought the awkwardness of having an emotional woman sitting in front of him and focused on his task. "I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through," he said with genuine sympathy. The woman's daughter had been murdered on the front lawn of her and her husband's home, Jordyn's childhood home.
Peggy sniffed back a few more tears and wiped her nose. She fought hard against her emotions, finally, barely managing to pull herself together before looking up at Tony with reddened but somewhat clear eyes.
"Can you tell me about your daughter, Peggy? What was Jordyn like?"
"She was a wonderful daughter," the woman replied warmly. "She was smart, graduated at the top of her class, and she always wanted to be a Marine. She was a tomboy, tough, as strong as a lot of her male friends."
"Did she have a boyfriend?"
"No. She didn't want the distraction. Her focus was on her career. She said it wouldn't be fair to string a boyfriend along or bring children into the world, especially not with all the moving around she knew she'd be doing."
"That makes sense," Tony said as he continued to listen.
"She never was one of those girls that had her wedding planned since she was five or couldn't wait to have children. All she wanted was to be a Marine and serve her country. I always hoped the desire for a family would come at some point only because I didn't want to see her alone, but she was my daughter and I would've loved her regardless. I always loved her."
Despite the growing heartache evident in Peggy's body language, Tony continued asking questions. Questions about odd behavior or anything seeming off kilter recently were adamantly denied and questions about enemies or any threats was met with a look of confusion that mirrored how Tony felt on the inside. Regardless, before his 'arrest' the other night, he wouldn't have thought he had any enemies capable of kidnapping and torture but he would've been wrong. He knew all too well that it was impossible to guess what other people, even those counted as friends, we're capable of.
After finishing up with Peggy Hamilton and seeing her out, Jethro and Tony made the hour long drive from the Navy Yard to Quantico, Virginia where Jordyn Hamilton was stationed. The two Marines she roomed with were easy to track down at the home they shared while those she worked with proved to be a little bit harder to locate after their normal work hours.
After what seemed like a whole lot of effort for not very much new information, Jethro once again parked the car in NCIS's motor pool shortly before 1:00 that morning.
"Check that evidence we brought back with us in," Jethro told Tony. "I'll meet you at the truck in ten."
"Where are you going?" Tony asked but Jethro just continued to walk without turning around or responding. "Alright," he called after the man, "I'm just gonna check this evidence in and I'll meet you at the truck in ten minutes." He scrubbed a hand tiredly over his eyes, wincing in pain when he brushed across his sensitive, swollen eye but quickly shaking it off and getting back to his task.
Abby reached up and touched the corners of her eyes and then glanced at her fingers, checking to make sure her eyes weren't bleeding. She'd been sitting in front of the computer screen for so long that each additional second she watched caused the moisture in her eyes to build but she simply rubbed it away and continued watching. Her task was important and she didn't have a moment to waste.
"Gotcha!" she announced proudly, freezing the footage on the screen.
She'd tracked the last cell phone tower Tony's phone had pinged off of and spent hours painstakingly going over surveillance footage along the route Tony would've taken back to the Navy Yard and it had finally paid off. She'd found footage of the sedan Tony had been driving being pulled over by the unmarked car. Now all she had to do was follow it and see where their car went into the river and where the undercover car went. Then she could pass her findings along to Fornell and get them moving even faster. Hopefully he wouldn't be too mad…
A short time later, she had all the information she needed and she was dialing Fornell's cell phone number.
"I have your coordinates for the dive team," Abby said as soon as he answered.
"What? I thought you were swamped with another case. I thought we agreed the FBI would track the car."
"Well, I never agreed to anything," Abby replied. "That was you and Balboa. Now, I've got surveillance footage of Tony being pulled over and I followed it to where they dumped they car. Do you want the coordinates or not?"
"How?"
"It's what I do. Should I send a Navy dive team to get the car outta the river?"
"No, no," Fornell said quickly. "The FBI has a dive team too."
"Okay, I'll send the coordinates to your phone and see you there in twenty minutes."
"See me there?!"
"Well somebody's gotta oversee things," Abby said.
"Oversee things? I do have a team of forensic scientists, Abby, and they've been looking for Tony's car too."
"Well clearly they need a little help," Abby replied unapologetically.
"I'm not gonna win this one, am I?" Fornell asked.
"Trust me," Abby said, "it's better this way."
Fornell simply rolled his eyes and hung up the phone.
Jethro stared at the back of Tony's sleeping form, wishing he was asleep too. He was exhausted but restless and more interested in what was going on with the case than he was in sleeping. He also knew that if he was up and moving around, Tony would be too so he settled for watching his lover sleep.
The man may have had bumps and bruises but to Jethro he looked like a million bucks. He'd been in law enforcement long enough to know that most missing persons cases didn't end so well and he'd already had his own brush with evil with two people he couldn't have loved more so he was content to simply watch and savor the time he got with his Tony.
He reached out and gently pulled the sheet up, covering Tony's long, muscular legs, hiding his black boxer briefs and matching black t-shirt before carefully tucking it around Tony's shoulder. He startled slightly when Tony's rolled over and looked at him.
"You were laying so still I thought you were sleeping," Jethro said quietly.
"It just hurts to move," Tony replied. "I can't sleep."
"Still itching to get to Baltimore?"
"I dunno. To be honest, I feel like I'm getting more and more sore with each passing minute."
"Sit tight," Jethro said, patting the man's thigh before sliding out of bed and disappearing. He returned moments later with a glass of water and a bottle of pain killers. "Take a couple of these," he instructed, popping the top off and shaking a couple pills into Tony's hand.
Tony swallowed the pills without protest then resettled on his back, this time, so he could watch Jethro.
"So, where does it hurt?" Jethro asked.
"Huh?"
"Where does it hurt?"
"Um, everywhere."
A smile spread across Jethro's face. "Where does it hurt the most?"
"Uh… maybe my eye, surprisingly," Tony answered, still confused.
Jethro slowly leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to Tony's eye. "Better?" he whispered.
"Mmm," Tony hummed blissfully, "but my lip's kinda been hurting too."
"Yeah? I figured you might say that," Jethro replied with a laugh before pressing his lips to Tony's in a lazy kiss. "How was that?"
"You missed the spot," Tony playfully informed him. "Try again."
Jethro happily obliged and was met with Tony eagerly kissing him back. Lazy, exploratory kisses slowly turned hungry but rapidly growing desire soon had Jethro pulling back until he was hovering just out of Tony's reach, with his mouth still open, his hot breath still sending tingles down Tony's spine and his tongue still peeking out as he looked down at Tony as if the separation in contact was absolute torture.
Tony strained up towards Jethro, desperate to reconnect but Jethro stayed just out of reach, trying to calm his need before edging forward slightly and allowing another brief kiss then pulling back again.
The teasing continued until Jethro knew if he didn't stop that very instant that he soon wouldn't be able to. He flopped back onto the bed next to Tony and realized immediately that Tony's breathing was just as harsh as his was and there was a bulge forming in his boxer briefs. His desire to reach out and touch the man was interrupted by what had happened the evening before Tony's arrest, after they'd indulged in a little adult fun.
"You're not gonna panic on me again, are you?" Jethro asked cautiously.
"No," Tony answered, obviously embarrassed.
"Will you tell me what happened?"
"I don't know. Sometimes my inner bully just gets the better of me."
Jethro's nodded in understanding and reached out to touch his lover. "You are a good fuck, Tony," he informed the man, "but I don't fuck around. I don't waste time on meaningless screws. You're so much more than that."
Tony cocked his head at Jethro. No one had ever really complimented him like that before. People usually just wrote him off as the immature funny boy and left it at that.
"That's right," Jethro said, his tone cocky. "I know there's a lot more to you than jokes and pranks."
"No one's ever taken the time to look," Tony whispered.
"You earned your spot on this team. I didn't give you anything," Jethro assured his lover.
"Is that why you were riding my ass all day?"
"I told you, no special treatment."
"I like it," Tony said, his expression relaxing into a smile. "Makes me feel like I belong. I don't want any special treatment. Ever."
Jethro smiled and reached out for Tony again. "Still think I keep you around because you're a good fuck?"
"Well I am a good fuck," Tony joked before resettling. "Would it be inappropriate to cap this little talk off with a good fuck? There's more than one way to ride my ass, you know."
Jethro looked down at the man as if he were considering it but was interrupted by Tony reaching for his hand and attempting to push it closer to the bulge in his underwear.
"Touch me," Tony breathed.
"The doctor told you to take it easy," Jethro replied, fighting his own need.
"I'm a little beat up, not dead," Tony pointed out. He pushed harder against Jethro's hand and said again, this time more urgently, "touch me."
Unable to resist Tony's pleas on top of his own need, Jethro let Tony guide his hand down to his cock. He remained still for another long moment, his mind warring between what he wanted and what might be the wiser decision before he finally gave in, rose up over Tony and the kissing started all over again, this time while he played with the still growing bulge in his lover's underwear.
The teasing kisses along with the deft touches heightened the excitement but Jethro didn't let up and no longer hesitated.
"Fuck, Jethro," Tony groaned as he writhed beneath the man. "Feels so good."
Jethro roughly pushed Tony's shirt up his torso, ignoring the grunt of discomfort in favor of attending to his nipples, one at a time. Tony's back arched up off the bed but pain had him sinking back immediately. He rested a hand on the back of Jethro's head, running his fingers through the man's short hair and massaging his scalp in encouragement.
"Oh yeah," Tony continued, rubbing and pinching the nipple Jethro wasn't attending to.
After thoroughly working Tony over, the kissing started all over again, hungry and desperate, accompanied by grunts of need interspersed with moans of satisfaction.
"Don't move," Jethro said, pausing briefly and reaching for the drawer in the nightstand. He grabbed the lube then sat tall, hovering over Tony's thighs. After pushing the front of Tony's wet underwear down and out of the way and doing the same to his, he squirted some lube into his hand and ran it down Tony's length and over his ball sack, sloppily spreading it around as he started playing again.
"God, Jethro, you make so hard," Tony groaned.
"I can see that," Jethro replied, pushing his hips forward enough that he could thrust against Tony's cock. Tony was so excited that there was little give left to his cock and Jethro could feel it pulsing in his hand. He used a mixture of Tony's precum and the lube he'd spread over his lover's cock to lube up his own cock then began stroking both of them at the same time, watching proudly as Tony moaned and writhed.
Not wanting to risk aggravating Tony's soreness any further, Jethro started stroking his lover in a way that was sure to bring him off. He paid close attention to Tony's most sensitive spots, grazing and fingering, teasing his lover until he leaked even more. Watching Tony's body react involuntarily and listening to the sounds he was pulling out of the man had Jethro leaking steadily and quickly building up to what promised to be an explosive finish.
Tony reached for himself to squeeze and stroke the base of his cock while Jethro continued fingering the tip.
"Jethro, please," he begged, despite not knowing what he was begging for.
"Don't worry," Jethro answered confidently. "I'll take care of you."
Tony's toes curled against the sheets and he brought his knees up behind his lover, spreading them as wide as he comfortably could, opening his body up to his lover.
Jethro ignored his own desire for a moment, reaching behind Tony's balls and pushed against the extremely sensitive spot hiding behind them, stealing the last of Tony's control. The harder Jethro rubbed against the spot, the louder Tony moaned and the farther his spurts went.
Jethro continued to stoke and rub, not letting up until some of the tension in Tony's body began to dissipate then he refocused on his own need, moving Tony's hand to his own cock and growling in satisfaction when the man started to finger his tip. Jethro pumped long, hard strokes, letting the fire build deep inside him and spread until it overwhelmed him and he couldn't hold on anymore.
He gave up the fight and added to the thick, white spurts streaking across Tony's torso and the black t-shirt that was scrunched up just below his armpits. Tony's fingers went from Jethro's cockhead to his own cock, stroking himself to get a few last sparks of excitement as he began to soften while Jethro did the same. As they finished up, Jethro rubbed his cock against Tony's, watching as the most sensitive parts of their body were put together in the most exciting of ways.
The rubbing slowed down but continued until the sensitivity became too much and forced them stop. Jethro rolled off of Tony and fell onto the bed next to him, still breathing heavy, just as Tony was.
"You sure know how to make me feel better," Tony commented.
"Or take your mind off things," Jethro corrected, hoping Tony wouldn't end up even more sore after what they'd just done.
"Either way, now I know who to go to when I need a distraction," Tony replied, unfazed.
"You can always come to me."
Tony laughed awkwardly. "Part of me was afraid you'd think I couldn't handle the job and I'd just run off or something. I wasn't sure if there'd be a you to come to."
Jethro raised himself up on an elbow, reached out and rested his hand on his lover's belly, ignoring the evidence of the fun they'd just indulged in splattered all over him. "There will always be a me to come to," he told his lover. "I don't give up on the people I love."
An undeniable warmth spread through Tony's body and he couldn't resist the urge to scoot closer to the man. Jethro grabbed his discarded t-shirt from the floor and spooned in next to Tony. He wiped Tony's chest clean then curled in closer and held the man tighter, knowing sleep would claim him with or without his permission.