I'm sure no amount of apologizing is enough to make up for the length of time it took me to post this but PLEASE forgive! I spent all of August prepping for a big trip so my brain just wasn't in the writing headspace and then I spent most of September on said trip. Now that I am back I am fully immersed in finishing this fic!
Thank you to all who are still reading and for giving me your infinite patience! I shall try not to disappoint. Someone asked for a chapter that was all smut so...this is pretty much it. I am moving the plot along just a little though, too!
I don't own NCIS or it's characters.
Where were we?
Jethro didn't know where the desire, let alone the energy to back it up were coming from. All he knew was that from the moment Tony had stepped off of that elevator, whole and breathing and looking at him with relief equal to his own, he'd had to force himself to focus on thinking of anything but the moment when the only things between them were the whispered pleas of heated desire and the slick sweat of their bodies.
There were changes in him already. He could feel them as surely as he could feel the ache in his right knee or the twinge in his left shoulder when it was cold and damp. There was a part of him that was just more aware of Tony whether he was in the room or not. When he had come close and sat on the edge of his desk earlier, Jethro had been able to feel the heat of him from a foot away and it took everything he had not to pull him across the desk and kiss the self-satisfied smirk off his face, NCIS and the rest of the world be damned.
Now they were alone and there was no need for restraint or hesitation, no need for secrets, and certainly no need to be gentle. As the sound of buttons skittering across the hardwood floor reached his ears through the haze of his need and the harsh rasp of his breathing, Gibbs focused all his attention and need on Tony.
"Upstairs," he growled as his teeth sank into the tender flesh of his lover's earlobe, "before I fuck you right here."
"Don't think that would be the worst thing that could happen," Tony murmured, sliding his hands over Gibbs' ass and grinding his cock into the older man's hip.
"Clean sheets." He teased at the underside of DiNozzo's ear with his tongue.
"Mmm…now you're talking." Tony's fingers slid into the waistband of Jethro's jeans.
"Down comforter." His lips skimmed across the stubble of Tony's jaw.
"Don't tease me, Jethro. You've probably got a box spring set up on a couple of milk crates." He bit back a whimper as Gibbs' fingers dipped into his open-and now buttonless-shirt and began torturing the erect flesh of his nipple, calloused thumb worrying the engorged nub into a hard peak.
"Pillow-top mattress," Jethro rumbled as his open mouth traveled the line of Tony's clavicle.
"Mmmm..." His nails clawed lightly at the smooth skin of Gibbs' bottom. "You're trying to make me come right here aren't you?"
"I'd prefer you wait until we're upstairs," he peppered Tony's throat with kisses, working his way back up and letting his mouth hover mere millimeters from his lover's parted lips, "and my cock's buried deep inside you," he whispered hungrily.
Tony's entire body quivered against him as he allowed their lips to meet in the barest whisper before pulling back suddenly and heading for the stairs, leaving the younger man slack-jawed in his wake. "Well? You just gonna stand there all day, DiNozzo?" Gibbs called over his shoulder.
"Right behind you."
The ravenous rasp of that voice was closer than he had expected. Long arms circled his waist and he was pulled back against Tony's solid frame just as he reached the foot of the stairs. Having a hard cock rammed into the crevice of his ass through his jeans was an entirely new experience but he was both pleased and surprised to discover it wasn't a wholly unpleasant one as long as it was Tony doing the ramming.
"Hmm…Maybe next time." He arched his back slightly, reaching around to grab DiNozzo's hip as he moved slowly up and down against the thick shaft.
Tony's fist tightened in the fabric of his t-shirt as he grunted in approval. "You're just teasing me again," he admonished, thrusting lightly against Gibbs' backside.
"Guess we'll find out," Jethro said, without a trace of flippancy. "Not makin' any promises."
"Fuck," Tony moaned, moving his hand around to trace the outline of Gibbs' cock.
"Exactly. Now get your ass upstairs."
The journey to the second floor seemed to take forever and bits and pieces of clothing littered their wake, marking their slow progress. Tony's shirt hadn't made it past the first riser and Jethro's jeans clung to the handrail midway up. Those items that somehow survived their hurried passions were discarded haphazardly on the way to a bedroom Tony, and few others, had ever seen before. Jethro decided there would be time for the tour of the seldom used upper level of his home later.
Much, much later.
Right now, DiNozzo was on his back and Jethro was making a feast of the soft skin of his belly and thighs, circling ever closer to the thick cock that twitched with each fluttering contraction of muscle. Tony's breathing was ragged and his fingers clutched and pulled at the sheets beneath him. The younger man hummed and keened each time Jethro's lips, teeth or tongue made contact with heated, sensitive flesh, flesh that was flushed and ripe beneath the relentless onslaught of his partner's mouth.
Gibbs loved seeing him in ecstasy, loved watching Tony slowly lose control and bite his lip to keep from begging when he nosed tentatively at the short and neatly trimmed hair around his sex. DiNozzo's warm scent flooded him, clouded his brain with lust and a fierce feeling of possession that defied explanation.
Without warning, Jethro flattened his tongue and licked slowly up the length of Tony's cock. He got the reaction he wanted as his lover's upper body flew off the bed accompanied by a strangled cry.
"FUCK, Jethro!" Tony exclaimed breathlessly.
"You want me to stop?" Gibbs sat back on his heels.
"Are you kidding?" DiNozzo ran a hand through hair which had long ago passed the point of adorably messy and was fast approaching sexy-as-hell. "But you don't have to. Believe me, I'm okay with just the rest of it."
Gibbs didn't respond, he merely placed a finger in the center of Tony's sternum and pushed steadily, forcing him back down onto the mattress. Locking eyes with the younger man, he dipped his head and took a second long lick, pausing for a moment to test Tony's taste on his tongue. It was both foreign and familiar, a more powerful and potent version of the musk already filling his nostrils, of the scent he'd always found oddly comforting whenever DiNozzo was near him. The thick and sticky moisture leaking from his head had a slightly salty, slightly bitter flavor that was warm and savory all at the same time. For reasons that were completely beyond him, it made his cock swell and ache almost painfully.
Jethro realized DiNozzo was holding his breath in anticipation of his all-out rejection of the idea of going any further with his experimentations in oral sex so he smiled gently and without further preamble, leaned down to take the tip of the younger man's dick in his mouth.
The sharp hissing intake of breath above him was followed by a deep and delicious moan as he settled in and began working his tongue in slow circles, first tracing the thick shelf around Tony's head and then cradling it between his lips as he lapped slowly at the warm skin that was so much softer than he had ever imagined.
Aside from the equipment, it wasn't all that different from going down on a woman. He simply focused on Tony's reactions to each of his movements, repeated the ones that generated the most enthusiastic responses and experimented with pressure and rhythm as each of his partner's gasps and moans made his own cock twitch. He took Tony as deep as he could, swallowed him until the muscles of his throat rebelled and forced him to back off slightly and then swallowed him again while DiNozzo shuddered and whimpered from above.
He felt long fingers slipping against his thigh and he shifted slightly to allow Tony easier access. The younger man's hand trembled as it gripped him, fumbled and faltered over the tight, stretched skin of his cock with each flick of his tongue and twist of his lips. Gibbs hummed his appreciation lightly around the thick burden in his mouth and earned a tight squeeze that made spots swim behind his eyes for a moment.
Tony worked him expertly despite his slight lack of focus while he enjoyed Jethro's attentions. The soft sweep of DiNozzo's thumb over his head had him bucking rhythmically against the younger man's palm, mirroring the pace and pressure of Tony's fingertips with his mouth in mounting urgency. Concentration became harder and harder to come by as DiNozzo rolled his hips, obviously fighting hard to keep himself flat against the sheets, to not thrust up into his mouth and take what he wanted so desperately.
Jethro was surprised at just how much he was enjoying the feeling of control and power his current position afforded him, how the moans and gasps and pleas that echoed each lick and flick of his tongue sent liquid heat racing up his spine, circling his hips in ever increasing waves. Still, he knew he couldn't keep it up much longer. The muscles in his shoulders burned and quivered with effort, his jaw was tight and aching but still he kept on, pushing Tony closer and closer to the edge even as his own thighs began to tremble, balls began to pull tighter at each quaking sweep of DiNozzo's hand over the length of his cock.
Gibbs heard the shuddering breaths that told him it was time to move the party, felt the increasingly frantic fluttering of the muscles of Tony's thighs and belly that said he was hanging onto the edge by a mere fingernail now. Carefully, he released the younger man's dick from between his lips, smirking at the accompanying groan of bitter disappointment and frustration that was just barely on the pleasant side of pain.
On his knees now, he gazed down at Tony's sweat slicked body, licked his lips at the way his skin glistened delectably in the feeble light filtering in from outside and then slipped his fingers in his own mouth.
DiNozzo's eyes were on him, lust glazed, lids heavy, just staring in barely restrained anticipation as he thoroughly moistened his own flesh before dropping his hand between Tony's thighs. Jethro's fingers found the puckered hole immediately and quickly spread as much wetness as he could. He hoped it was enough because he didn't have the patience or the resources for more than this and the thick drops leaking from his own cock.
Pressing Tony's thighs back, he moved low, guiding his dripping head to the warm space below the younger man's drawn up balls and pushing against the now-familiar tightness until he was pulled into the warm, soft embrace of his lover's body. Tony's muffled mutters of delight reached his ears and Gibbs gasped as supple muscle rippled around him, clamped down so firmly he had to fight with everything he had to stave off the orgasm that threatened to overtake him with each of DiNozzo's tiny squirms.
He forced himself to take deep breaths, sucking air into his lungs past shuddering muscle and focusing on something other than the heaviness at the bottom of his belly that coiled and tightened as he thrust deeper, colliding with the swollen, rounded nub of Tony's prostate and rocking gently against it once, twice, three times, relishing the way DiNozzo cried out his ecstasy with each short stroke. Gibbs prayed to God he'd remembered to close the window at the end of the hall and that Barry and Edwards weren't listening too closely.
Jethro knew he could finish them both off right now with a few more quick pulses of his hips but tonight he wanted more, wanted to cherish the first night Tony was spending in his bed, to savor each taste, touch and smell as their combined scent mingled in his sheets. For these few precious moments he wanted to drown in the heat of the man beneath him, lose himself just a little bit more with each airy breath, each muted whimper, each delicious scrape of neatly trimmed fingernails across the small of his back.
Dropping onto his elbows and sliding his hands into the damp tendrils of DiNozzo's hair, Gibbs pressed the last inch of his cock into Tony's tight heat. Rippling muscles caressed his length and pulled at him as Tony planted his heels firmly in his back, locking them together tightly. Jethro lowered his head into the warm cradle at the joining of the younger man's neck and shoulder and moved his lips just above the throbbing pulse in his throat.
"Don't move," he said in a choked voice as he fought his body's own instinct to retreat from the tight pressure that gripped him and tried to draw him even deeper.
Long legs constricted around his flanks and he felt the twitch of Tony's cock from where it was pressed close between their bellies. "You're kidding right?" Came the tense voice beside his ear.
Gibbs nipped lightly at DiNozzo's earlobe. "Don't. Move." He growled.
Jethro was close, they both were, and he wanted to enjoy the newfound delights of Tony's body a bit longer before they called it a night, wanted to push DiNozzo's limits and his own, see just how much his partner could take before he broke for him.
When he felt he had sufficient control again, Gibbs shifted his weight onto his palms and moved just an inch in and out of Tony's body in slow rolling thrusts that simultaneously stroked the cock pressed between them. Their faces were only inches apart and he could taste each of his lover's shuddering breaths as Tony clung to his shoulders and begged Jethro to fuck him harder.
"You want more?" Gibbs' tongue dipped into the hollow of Tony's throat, devouring the salty pool of sweat that had gathered there.
"God, yes,"DiNozzo panted, legs tightening as he tried to fuck himself onto the cock in his ass.
It was too much. Tony was too warm, too close, too everything and he couldn't deny him. Pulling out as far as he dared, he slammed back into his lover's body with a soft grunt, twisting his hips just slightly in the way that made Tony toss his head so wantonly. Again and again he slid home, pelvis pounding against the pliant flesh of Tony's thighs with a flat smack at each brutal stroke. His lungs and muscles burned, his cock throbbed and the pressure behind his balls continued to mount relentlessly but Jethro refused to let go.
"Really close," Tony suddenly panted urgently as his fingers flexed and curled against Gibbs' shoulders.
With a wrenching groan, Jethro stilled, balls deep in a tight fist of heat. "Not yet," he ground out, jaw tight with the effort of his own restraint.
"Jethro," he moaned in desperation, trying to twist his hips against Gibbs' weight which effectively pinned him to the mattress.
"Don't." He knew Tony couldn't argue with that tone. It was the one he used to bark orders when it was necessary to get the younger man's attention off of whatever mental diversion he had managed to take.
DiNozzo's eyes flew open and Jethro watched as he fought for focus. "That was cruel, Gibbs," he said breathlessly.
"I know. Got your attention though." He caught Tony's lips and then slid his mouth down to cup the rough stubble of his jaw, nipping lightly as he tongued the smooth skin beneath. He gave an experimental thrust of his hips, testing his sensitivity and deciding a few more moments of respite might be best for both of them when Tony pressed his head back into the pillow with a hiss of indrawn breath.
"Thought about this, you know," Jethro murmured against the curve of DiNozzo's Adam's apple.
"When?" Tony said incredulously, the rumble vibrating up through the older man's lips.
"Remember that time you dropped my antique wood lathe on your foot and pouted about it for an hour?"
"I thought I broke my foot," DiNozzo argued.
Gibbs chuckled lightly sending pleasant shockwaves through them both. "That was the first time I thought about throwing you up against the boat and fucking you. Just to shut you up."
"Why didn't you?" His hands moved down and clutched at Jethro's ass, forcing him to shift slightly.
"Wasn't ready." Gibbs began to move again, slow, short strokes stoking a fire that was hardly dampened.
"And now?" DiNozzo managed as his eyes fluttered closed again.
Jethro plunged into Tony's mouth in answer, swallowing his moans as their tongues began fucking in time with the rhythmic slap of their bodies. Knees inching forward for a slightly better angle, he immediately picked up his pace again. This time there was no turning back. He was driving toward the finish line fast and DiNozzo was meeting his measure, urging him on with breathless pleas. Tears leaked from the corners of the younger man's eyes as Gibbs' thrusts became erratic and sloppy, a rhythm borne of instinct and desperation rather than tight control. The warmth in his groin spilled over, rose up his chest and spine as the sweet pulse of ecstasy clawed its way toward release.
"Now," he cried savagely, the single syllable torn form his throat with his last breath as the warmth that had reached his shoulders suddenly contracted to a single sharp point and then exploded, racing out to fill his limbs.
The heat around him tightened impossibly with the first heaving pulse of his orgasm as Tony arched up beneath him, mouth open in a silent howl as he too let himself fall to the rapture, slicking their stomachs with a thick pool of cum. Gibbs continued to move in shaky strokes, riding out the sweet convulsions even as his legs turned to wobbly jelly. The arms that had gripped him so tightly only a moment before fell heavily atop the sheets as Tony quivered and shook quietly, sighing softly with each fading contraction of muscle.
The idea of relinquishing possession of his lover's body was tremendously unappealing but Jethro was already softening enough that departure was eminent. Reluctantly, he shifted his weight, slipping softly from Tony's heat as they separated.
He wanted to collapse. Even now the edges of sleep were tugging at him but the sticky mess coating both of them would be a bit of a problem if he didn't do something about it soon. Easing himself from the bed on trembling legs despite Tony's protests, he quickly padded to the bathroom and returned with a damp washcloth. When he had made short work of the clean-up process, he settled in beside DiNozzo who promptly turned on his side and slipped into the crook of his arm, the same position he had woken in on their first day on the mountain.
"You're full of surprises, Jethro," Tony mumbled sleepily.
"Oh?" Gibbs brushed the sweat dampened hair from the younger man's forehead and pressed his lips to the warmth of his skin.
"Mmm…first the cuddling, then the amazing-and I really mean amazing- sex, and now…" he trailed off hesitantly.
"What?" Jethro pressed, lazily.
"You're chatty," Tony admitted.
"I'm what?"
"Chatty. During sex. I mean it Gibbs, I think you've said more to me with your cock in my ass than you have in over a decade. Not that I'm complaining," he inserted quickly.
Gibbs grunted, but smiled softly against Tony's hair. "Sleep," he muttered, unable to muster enough energy to continue even playful banter. He'd make DiNozzo pay for the comment tomorrow.
Long arms tightened around him slightly before going slack and he reached down to pull the blankets up around them, finding peace in the shelter of Tony's embrace despite the chaos of his mind.
Tony wasn't exactly sure what brought him out of the depths of an extremely sound sleep, but one look at Jethro and he was immediately wide awake.
Gibbs hovered near the threshold of the door, poised on the balls of his feet, eyes closed and listening intently to something beyond Tony's perception. As he watched, Jethro pivoted with cat-like grace and slowly swung the heavy bedroom door shut on soundless hinges, managing to muffle all but the quietest of clicks as the lock caught. Turning to Tony, he raised a finger to his lips and moved close.
"You smellin' something, Gibbs?" Tony whispered.
"Not sure. House feels…off." He crouched down beside the bed and put his hand flat against the floorboards, feeling for something in the silence for minutes that seemed like hours before letting out a sigh and relaxing slightly.
Tony could tell he wasn't completely letting down his guard yet but Gibbs must have sensed the passing of whatever he perceived as a more immediate threat. Surprised when Jethro looked up at him with haunted eyes, he placed a hand against the older man's cheek and nearly fell over when soft lips turned into his palm and caressed it softly.
"Guy's inside my head, Tony," he confessed softly.
After the last decade and, more specifically, the last few days, there shouldn't have been any more surprises for him when it came to Leroy Jethro Gibbs, but this naked vulnerability was a completely new twist. He'd seen something like it just after Kate took a bullet to the head and the sheer wrongness of it had nearly set his skin on fire. Tony's heart fisted in his chest as he pulled Jethro's silver head into his lap, stroking gently at the older man's tense shoulders as he made a passing attempt at comfort and thoroughly expected Gibbs to rise up and head slap him at any moment.
To his surprise, Jethro only settled into the embrace, sighing deeply as he dropped to his knees and wrapped long arms around Tony's waist.
"He's gonna make a mistake, Gibbs," he murmured soothingly. "I don't think Estes is a man who's used to waiting for what he wants, at least not in the long term. He might wait for a kill, wait for an open shot, but when we don't give it to him he's gonna get impatient."
"That's the part that worries me."
The sudden tinkling explosion of glass behind him sent Tony sprawling onto Jethro, flattening him to the floor behind the shelter of the bed as feathers rained down around them.
OH NOHS!
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Kat