Well, here it is! I really hope you like this chapter as much as I do. Fair warning, this chapter is very graphic, like super duper smut graphic. If that bothers you, then I would suggest skipping over this. Otherwise, enjoy.
This was a week of good news for me, my grandfather is home, and doing much better, and my mom is now the office manager at a new office, and hopefully she's getting a raise! So, yey! And now, onward!
Chapter Ten
He was bent over the table, his ass sticking out in the air wriggling in invitation. He moved the stick between his fingers with grace and skill. He pushed the stick forward with a tiny grunt into the white ball.
Jethro had no idea how he managed to construe pool as sexy.
Tony circled around the table to take his next shot. He got in the same position as before, only this time he was facing Jethro. His tongue darted out in between his teeth and slowly caressed his lower lip.
Jethro repositioned himself as his jeans tightened. He forced his eyes away from the man in front of him and scanned the bar. Sure enough, half of the guests were watching with equal intensity as Tony took his shot. Jarvey sat at the bar with Dr. Fisher, rubbing his crotch with his eyes glued to the pool table. But the one that really caught his attention though, was Griffin. He was watching Tony like a stalker. Except it wasn't with the same level of sensuality. His glance was more in contempt.
He was about to make his way to Griffin's booth when Tony swore. He turned around to face him, the younger man was scowling. Apparently he missed his shot. He sighed heavily. "Your turn."
He backed away from the table to let Jethro step up. A part of him was incredibly grateful. He didn't know if he could stand watching Tony bent over the table any longer.
He leaned down and positioned his cue. He felt Tony move behind him. He started to tense. It had to have been his imagination, but Jethro could have sworn he felt Tony rub his dick against his butt. "Are you going to hit it any time soon?" Tony's voice sounded especially gravelly.
Without aiming, he hit the white ball with such force that he knocked it off the table and across the bar.
Jethro whirled around to glare at the man. He was still grinning like an idiot, but Jethro was pissed. "Just what exactly is going through that head of yours, Tony?"
Tony leaned against the pool cue. He had that aggravating smirk on his face. Jethro hated that look. More specifically because it was the one look never directed at him. Always Ziva, or some other pretty girl that he came in contact with. Althought Jethro couldn't for the life of him figure out why he was giving him the smirk now.
They stood close together. Closer than most men would stand together, but with them it wasn't really all that strange. Jethro really never cared about personal boundaries, and Tony stopped caring about them years ago.
Somebody pushed against Tony's back, shoving him into the older man.
He could feel every curve, every muscle in Tony's body. He could feel the heat radiating off him, even through his clothes. He could also feel the prominent bulge in his jeans.
He hated how easily his body reacted. But the second he felt Tony's body against his, he got hard. His cock swelled up and pushed into Tony's thigh. He expected Tony to pull away, to freak out. But he didn't move.
Jethro must have imagined it. Surely it wasn't what he thought. But he could have sworn he felt Tony harden against him. He refused to make eye contact, just focused on his breathing. Tony was impressive when he was soft. But hard, Jethro wasn't sure he could stop himself.
Tony's breath tickled his face. He had finally moved, only instead of away, he moved closer. Jethro finally looked up. Tony's pupils had exploded and his smirk was gone. What was left was a look of sheer desire. He couldn't believe it. Tony… Wanted him.
He pushed his face closer the same time that Tony did. Their lips barely brushed together at first. Jethro figured that Tony was as afraid as he was. If anyone at NCIS found out about this, they'd both lose their careers. But the second he felt Tony's mouth caress his, he just didn't give a damn anymore.
Tony reached up and grabbed him around the neck, pulling him closer. He shoved his tongue in between Jethro's slightly parted lips. His tongue was rough, there was no gentleness in this kiss, but damn it did it feel good.
Jethro grabbed hold of Tony's shoulders, pulling him even closer. He leaned back on the pool table, his leg going around Tony's waist, forcing their erections to grind together. He was barely staying upright, the only thing stopping him from falling over was Tony, grasping him. The younger man rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against Jethro's through their pants. Despite the thickness of the denim, Jethro could still feel every movement.
He didn't want to let go. He didn't want to stop. He wanted him and Tony to fuck right here. His body already ached for that release. It was pathetic, but he was ready to come just from having Tony rub up against him.
Tony's tongue claimed his mouth, he put up a hell of a fight, but he couldn't win. Tony knew exactly where to touch him, where to massage to make him gasp and shake. He was being paralyzed by a fucking tongue.
When Tony pulled away, Jethro tried going with him. He didn't want to break the kiss. His dick throbbed and his fingertips tingled. But Tony just smiled. "I knew you wanted me," he said through heavy pants.
Jethro could barely get the words out, his breathing was so erratic. "How'd you figure that out?"
"You groped me this afternoon."
Jethro smiled. So that was the reason for Tony's behavior. He knew his boss wanted him. But what slightly freaked out—and excited—him was that Tony was happy about it. He was grinning like an idiot all day because some old bastard wanted to get into his pants.
Tony finally took his eyes off him to scan the room. Jethro let his hands fall from Tony's shoulders, instead he caressed his chest. He wanted to feel every inch of the man. Even through his shirt, his fingers were burned with the heat of Tony's skin. "Maybe we should go." Tony finally said.
Jethro looked up. Before half of the guest were staring at Tony, but now every person was watching them. Jethro wasn't shy, he knew that he was a good looking guy, but he didn't want to share Tony with anybody else. If he was going to have him, he was going to be the only one.
Tony backed away, Jethro's body froze. The younger man had a grip on the front of his pants and pulled him forward. Tony walked backwards toward the door, his eyes trained on Jethro's. He was a little surprised at how quickly he could move.
Tony's back hit the door. Instead of opening it, he pulled Jethro close again till their lips smashed together. Jethro pinned him against the creaking door and attacked his mouth. He felt Tony smile around the kiss while his arms wrapped around him.
He reached between them, his hand automatically going to the zipper on Tony's jeans. He wanted to feel that perfect muscle in his fingers. He wanted to see if it was as silky as it looked. But Tony grabbed his hand and pulled it to their side, intertwining their fingers.
He pushed through the door and pulled them away again. The two of them all but ran back to their cottage, it was a tossup who was moving faster. Every once in a while they would stop, throw the other into a nearby wall and start kissing again. The smile never left Tony's face. Jethro found himself grinning. He always loved Tony's smiles. This smile—the 'I'm about to have sex' one—just became his favorite.
They finally made it back to the cottage. Tony pushed Jethro into the wood and claimed his mouth again. His hips bucked forward and ground into Jethro's with agonizing force. Jethro could barely tell which way was up or left. He had no idea how he was supposed to find his key card.
Tony slipped his hands into Jethro's back pockets. The older man groaned, pressing his ass into those hands. And then they were gone. A small beeping echoed in the night air and the door was falling open behind him.
Never once did they stop kissing as clothes were finally removed. His shirt was the first thing off. He slipped his hands under Tony's shirt, his chest hairs tickled his palm. He stopped to pinch the nipples before he shoved the shirt off the young man's head.
Tony pulled away again, which caused Jethro to groan. "How do you wanna do this?"
That was an excellent question, one that usually required thought. But all of the blood in his body was in his dick and he was completely incapable of thinking about anything. So he said the first thing that popped into his head. "I don't give a fuck, just fuck me."
That caused Tony to smile. "With pleasure." Without warning, he grabbed Jethro's hips and pushed him onto the bed. He bounced once before Tony jumped on top of him, once again shoving his tongue down Jethro's throat. His hands roamed from the edge of Jethro's jeans up his chest to his neck and back again. Jethro reached around and grabbed Tony's ass and squeezed. The younger man groaned against his mouth.
Damn it, Tony had a great ass. It was the perfect combination of softness and tightness. There was just enough give to allow Jethro to squeeze to his heart's content, but it was still firm and spankable.
He swiped his hands along Tony's belt till they reached the front of his jeans again. Never once breaking the kiss, he undid the belt and pushed the jeans away, taking Tony's boxers with them.
This time it was Jethro who broke the kiss. He couldn't help it. Back at the clinic he got to see Tony's cock in all its perfection. But now that it was hard as a rock he couldn't hold back. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around it. His fingertips barely touched.
"Holy fuck," Tony gasped. He buried his head in the crook where Jethro's neck met his shoulder. His shoulder shook as they tried to support him. Jethro stroked up and down. The skin was smooth, like running his hand across brand new velvet that had never been touched by human hands. He refused to let go. "Fuck, Gibbs."
He could feel Tony panting on his skin. He bit into the skin hard till he almost broke through. Jethro groaned, both in pain and in pleasure. His arm moved faster along Tony's cock. He took the fluid that seeped out of the tip and spread it across the base.
Tony reached between them and pried his fingers away. Before he knew what was happening, Tony was flipping him over on his stomach and pulling him onto his knees. Kisses were pressed into his back along his spine. A shiver coursed through him.
Seconds later, something cold pressed against his hole. He gasped and fell onto his elbows. The coldness circled around the tight muscles of his anus, but never tried to enter. "Fuck." He cursed. He rocked back, trying to force Tony inside of him. But instead, the younger man rubbed up and down his crack, covering the entire area in lubricant.
Then out of nowhere, Tony shoved his finger in all the way to the first knuckle. Jethro gasped again. He buried his head in his pillow and just enjoyed the feeling. He was tight, it had been a while since he bottomed. But Tony wasn't hurting him, on the contrary this wasn't moving fast enough.
He bucked his hips back again till he felt the tip of Tony's finger hit his prostate. The cold feeling had long since disappeared. Now the appendage felt hotter than Jethro's body. Tony leaned over him, pressing his entire body against Jethro's back. "Be patient, boss." Jethro could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. Then he felt a second finger slide inside his opening.
His back arched as Tony slid in and out, up and down. He scissored the damn thing. Sweat rolled down Jethro's skin. A third finger slipped in his anus. "Oh, god." He clenched his eyes tight before sweat dripped in them. "Do it," he ordered. "Do it now."
Tony pressed one more kiss to his spine before he slipped his hand away, leaving Jethro with an empty feeling. Then he felt something much bigger press against him. "Are you sure about this?" Tony asked. His voice was laced with lust. He didn't want to back away, but he would the second Jethro changed his mind.
Rolling his eyes, he pushed back and impaled himself on Tony's cock. Pain shot through him, as well as ecstasy when the head slammed into his prostate. Tony loudly sucked in his breath and held it. "That answer your question, DiNozzo?" He was actually surprised he was able to get that sentence out.
Half of his body was still protesting the abuse he just put it through, while the other—and much stronger—half wanted Tony to start moving already.
Finally, he felt the young man grab hold of his hips. He pulled almost all the way out of Jethro's ass, leaving only the head inside, and then plunged inside again. Jethro cried out.
Tony pounded into him over and over again. Soon the pain slipped away from his thoughts. The only thing Jethro could focus on was the sensation of Tony burrowing inside of him. The sound of their cries drowning out the slapping of thigh against thigh.
Jethro clung to the sheets and bit his lower lip. Goosebumps rose to his skin. His entire body was slick with sweat and his cock pulsed between his legs. He knew he was close, very damn close. He tried to concentrate. He wasn't ready to stop just yet. He wanted to come, but not this soon. It just felt too damn good to let it go just yet.
Tony slid his hands away from his hips and up his back. The younger man pressed his body against him again, still pounding into his anus. His fingers slid around his sides to his front. "Fuck, boss," he groaned as he grabbed onto Jethro's cock and gave it a firm squeeze.
That was it. That was all he could take. His balls squeezed up and every muscle he had tensed up. He lost his ability to breathe. In clean lines, he shot over and over onto the bedding. He felt Tony's dick twitch as he exploded into the condom. He could feel the heat pouring into the rubber, sending another wave of come out of his end.
He collapsed on his stomach, taking Tony with him. Neither of them moved, Jethro couldn't move. His body still tingled all over.
Tony was still fully on top of him. Jethro tried to twist around to yell at him when he felt the soft breathing on his ear. Tony was already asleep. He chuckled. He was ready to pass out himself from sexual exhaustion, but he hadn't expected it to work so quickly on Tony.
With difficulty he was finally able to toss Tony off of him. He landed face up. He grunted a little, but didn't wake up. Jethro once again found himself watching the young man. He noted a sense of satisfaction on his features, which earned another chuckle from the lead agent.
He ran a hand over Tony's chest. After what they just did, he figured he had free reign. There was no denying that Tony was beautiful. He was always beautiful. Jethro just couldn't help himself to just watching him. He wanted to memorize every little detail on his body.
But as the sexual satisfaction slipped away, reality started to settle in its place. He just had sex with his employee.
He fell back and stared up at the ceiling, no longer the least bit tired. He rubbed a hand over his eyes. How could he have been so stupid? This wasn't a good thing, this was bad. This broke so many rules, it could very well cost him and Tony their jobs. But instead of thinking clearly, with his head, he went along and followed his dick. Stupid!
He sighed heavily. This wasn't going to turn out well. Not even in the slightest.
I'm really bad, I'm posting this and I haven't finished chapter 11 yet, but I'm off of school this week, (Spring Break!) So hopefully I'll have time tomorrow to write it out. Let me know if it was good, because this isn't the last of the nekkid man love, and your comments are appreciated. See you soon.
Bob