First, I have to break rule six and say that I'm sorry this took so long to get up! I've not been feeling so well, and it's had me pretty drained. Second, I have to give major 'Thanks!' to Josgotglock for going over a huge chunk of this chapter, and reassuring me that I wasn't taking things too far. I hope you all like what happens! And last, but certainly not least, MAD LOVE for all of the great reviews, follows, and favorites! I really can't tell y'all how much they mean to me! Thanks for sticking with me!
Chapter 21
The snow had been falling heavier than expected on the way home, making it an agonizingly slow drive. There was already about three inches on the ground by time they pulled into the driveway. Gibbs turned the car off. He looked over at his lover to find that he hadn't moved. Tony's elbow was propped on the door, his fingertips worrying his temple.
"Come on, Tony. Let's get some sleep." Jethro's voice was soft and gentle with worry, something that Tony was still getting used to. He turned and gave Jethro a small smile.
"Sleep sounds incredible. I vote that we sleep for eight hours, wake up, jump each other, shower, eat and then sleep for another eight hours."
Jethro thought for a moment. "That leaves us with about six hours awake." Tony nodded eagerly, a grin on his face. "Sounds about right," Jethro said with a shrug, making Tony laugh.
Gibbs was glad to see Tony smile. He loved serious-professional Tony, but he equally loved goofy-playful Tony. He was balanced that way. Gibbs looked at him, taking in the way his eyes danced. For the first time, he saw both sides of Tony at once when he looked at him. He'd always looked at Tony and seen one side or the other. At that moment, he saw both at once. He wondered if he'd always been blind, or if Tony had finally merged both sides of himself. Either way, the younger man was proving to be a constant surprise. Gibbs felt like he was learning Tony all over again, and he loved it.
Tony watched his lover look him over like a puzzle, trying to decipher it. He gave it a minute to see if Jethro had a question, but when nothing was said, he decided to ask. "What are you thinking about?" He tilted his head and smiled a little, curiously.
"I'm just thinking about you, about who you've grown into, and how much you mean to me." He looked down at Tony's hand and took it, letting it ground him against the urge he had to shut down. He'd made the mistake of not telling so many people in his life how he felt about them, and because of that, he'd lost them. He wouldn't let that happen with Tony. "You- you make me wonder what else is possible. I see you, growing, changing, and I have to believe that I can change… that maybe I can become more than I am… be more for my family."
Tony looked at him in utter confusion. He had felt the changes in himself, for better or worse, but what really had him baffled was the idea that Jethro thought that there was more that he could be doing.
"Jethro, you already do more for each of us than you will ever know. You care more about Tim than his own Dad, saved Ziva from hers, fill the shoes for Abby… hell, even Palmer's evil father-in-law is afraid of you. You are pretty much solid ground and home base for every person on our team. It's more than any of us have ever had." The last point made Tony look down at their joined hands. He felt a little embarrassed, but knew that it had needed to be said.
"There are so many things that I should have handled differently. I need you all in my life now. I didn't want you guys to get… so close. Didn't want to need you, didn't want you to fill that hole. You're a bunch of sneaky bastards though, and now I'm stuck with you." Jethro shook his head in an almost distressed way. Tony couldn't help it. He burst into laughter. He couldn't believe that Jethro had just said that so seriously.
"Jethro, you created that "sneaky bastard" side in each of us, nurtured it, really brought it…" Tony's mock-serious voice earned him a head slap, which he accepted with a bright smile. His voice dropped lower. "We should get inside. It's getting cold out here." The snow was falling heavily around the car, and though it was definitely day-time finally, the sky was fairly dark and gloomy. As they got out, Tony looked from Gibbs to the clouds and snow. "We should check the weather before bed. I have a feeling we're in for a bad one."
Gibbs nodded in agreement as he opened the front door. Tony followed him in, and closed it behind them. They shook the snow off of their coats, and hung them on the rack. Their shoes were abandoned underneath them to dry on the rug in the doorway. The two men headed to the bookcase across the room to put their weapons away. Gibbs took Tony's gun from him and unloaded the clip, placing each piece in the lockbox there.
Tony smiled and squeezed Jethro's shoulder before turning towards the TV. He stood in front of it and flicked it on, finding a channel that showed the weather.
Jethro came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. He rested his head on Tony's shoulder as Tony held the firm arms closer to him. They watched as the weather report notified them of the incoming snowstorm, expecting to drop more than a foot on them over the next forty-eight hours.
"Well, that certainly sounds refreshing," Tony grumbled.
"Yeah- kinda does," Jethro said with a smirk. "Means we might be able to take a snow day."
Tony looked sideways at him incredulously. "Who are you, and what have you done with my partner?"
Jethro tilted his head and kissed Tony's neck, suckling in that spot that he had leaned made Tony squirm.
"OH. There he is." Tony squeaked.
Jethro chuckled. "Come on. Let's get some sleep before we get called out to a case in the middle of a blizzard."
Tony turned off the TV, and followed Jethro up the stairs, turning off lights as he went. They headed into the bedroom, and Tony turned on the lamp on the nightstand as Jethro headed into the bathroom. Tony stripped off his work clothes, and slipped into flannel PJ pants and a long sleeve tee. He stood in the middle of the room and looked around. This is my room now. This is my home. How did that happen?
He was happily mystified. He watched as Jethro came out of the bathroom, stopping to look at Tony, taking in his odd expression.
"Tony?" he asked quietly. Tony looked at him as though he wasn't real. "You okay?"
"Just wondering if I'm dreaming. I'm standing in your bedroom, right? With you? Getting ready to crawl into bed, again, with you?"
"Not a dream, Tony. Very real. You've been head slapped enough lately to know that this isn't a dream." He stepped up to Tony with a smile, and pulled him into his arms. Tony fell against him, resting his head on Jethro's shoulders. He felt warm and safe there with Jethro's arms around him. They stood holding one another for a long time; so long that Jethro thought Tony had fallen asleep on his feet. "Tony?" he asked again softly.
"Mmm?" he murmured.
"Let's move this to the bed."
Tony shook his head 'no' against Jethro's shoulders, making his lover chuckle.
Jethro stepped backwards a couple of steps, and Tony clung to him, moving as well. Jethro pulled back the blanket with one hand, while managing to keep a hold on the sleepy man with the other. He turned off the lamp, and pulled Tony down onto the bed with him. Tony stayed attached to him as they got under the blankets, smiling. Jethro felt just as exhausted. He couldn't believe that he was wishing for a snow day like he was six years old. He just needed a day to gather his senses. Everything felt askew, and it seemed like his whole life was slipping through his fingers. Some was good, and some was bad, but either way, it was flying by, and he couldn't catch up.
"How can you be thinking so hard? I'm too exhausted to think. I just want to stop thinking. Not have to think about anything at all, for just a few hours." Tony rambled sleepily against Jethro's chest.
"Can't help it. Haven't had a chance to think for a couple of weeks now." Jethro's hand carded through Tony's hair gently. "Everything is changing so fast."
Tony moved his head to look up at Jethro's worried expression. "Too fast?" He felt his insides clench, wondering if that meant that Jethro wasn't as ready as he thought about them moving in together.
Jethro looked down and read the concern in Tony's eyes. He smiled sadly at his lover, and his words slowly found their way out. "Not between us, Tony. Like you said the other morning, we're catching up for lost time. I mean everything at work. I'm losing you. I'm not ready for that. Everyone else is… Everyone else is ready. Your team is ready for you, and you're stepping right up to the plate. McGee is falling right into place, which I definitely didn't see coming, and it makes me wonder how much I've underestimated his abilities… and he and Abby are now… a thing. Ziva has this new guy that has her head in a fog half of the time, and don't get me wrong, I'm happy for her, but it's different. Leon is trying to be all buddy-buddy with us, saving our asses this week- twice. Fornell knows about us, the team knows about us, we know about us… it's a lot. Everything, my entire life, has changed in the past two weeks, and so much of it is out of my control."
Tony stared at Jethro like he was seeing a ghost. He'd not really thought about the extent of that pressure on his lover. He wasn't just "Jethro"- he was Gibbs, and Gibbs was infamous for his need for control. He took a deep breath, and bobbled his head a little as he thought. "I guess I wouldn't know how that feels. I mean, I suddenly have a team to look after. That's a lot of responsibility that I'm really not used to. Self-control isn't my strong point. How in the hell am I supposed to keep a team under my control that has no reason to trust me, no reason to accept my guidance… Tim and Ziva trusted me already when I stepped in as team lead before. They had worked with me for a long time, and I knew how to work with them. But, Parke and Critten? They're my responsibility now. Keeping them safe, training them, un-training them…" Tony laid his head on Jethro's chest, feeling just as lost.
His voice came out softy as he continued. He felt fragile. "I hate change, Jethro. I finally think things are stable… got my team of trusted companions, my dependable boss and best friend, a job I love, a routine with my frat brothers that I could build my calendar around, and an apartment that I can almost guarantee the heat will be out in every 13th day. Everything was feeling pretty predictable, and there's comfort in that predictability. I didn't have to worry about anything, and now all I can do is worry. Everything feels so new, and it's making it hard to enjoy the good changes, like moving in here, being with you, and the rest of the team's recent love life miracles. It's just too much."
Gibbs ran his hand slowly up and down Tony's arm. "Let's get some rest and leave the worrying behind for now. Maybe a good long snooze is just what the doctor ordered. Maybe when we wake up, everything will make sense." He kissed Tony on top of the head, and heard him sigh. He sighed himself, and was asleep a minute later.
x-.-x-.-x
Jethro woke up to Tony wrapped in his arms, and morning wood pressing against Tony's ass. He smiled to himself, and nuzzled Tony's shoulder. The clock read a little after 1700, and the room was already dark again. They had slept all day, and Jethro felt rested and energized in a way he hadn't for a long time. He took his slow time running his hands across the sleeping man in his arms, feeling Tony stir and push back against him for warmth. He tenderly kissed Tony's neck, barely nipping at the flesh with gentle graze, then wormed his way up under Tony's shirt. He let his fingers trail straight down Tony's chest and stomach, coming in contact with Tony's cock. The younger man was now as hard as him, and was waking under the caresses being given.
A low growl escaped Tony's throat, primal and hungry. Jethro felt the sound go straight to his cock, and he thrust against Tony's clothed ass. "I want you naked-now," Jethro ordered into Tony's ear, and Tony's hands found the waistband of his pants, pulling them off in record time. "Mmmm… I love when you follow my orders."
"I love when you give them." Tony's voice was rough with sleep and lust.
Jethro leaned in, his mouth against Tony's ear, and whispered, "You wanna play that game with me? Think long and hard before you answer." Jethro's hand found Tony's cock, and began stroking it in long, slow swipes. "I won't be upset if the answer is no."
Tony had fantasized about being at Jethro's mercy for years. He'd imagined everything from being under Gibbs' desk, blowing him in the middle of a busy work day, to kneeling naked in the basement for hours while he sanded, occasionally coming over to stroke his own hard-on in front of Tony in a strenuous tease, not letting him touch him or himself. Tony knew that Jethro's version of this "game" would be intense, and despite his better judgment, he nodded. "Just let me hit the head first, and I'm all yours, to do with as you wish."
Jethro smirked to himself. That hadn't been a typical challenge. It was honest question. He wasn't sure if Tony really knew what he was getting himself into at first, but then when he got up, looking back at Jethro with such trusting eyes, Jethro knew that Tony understood. It wasn't something that he indulged in often, mainly because he didn't have the heart to go there with someone who didn't truly trust him. It had been a long time since someone had trusted him enough to make him feel like he could take such control. He didn't usually crave it like this, but the idea of having Tony be willing to submit to him when he did set his blood on fire.
Tony stood in the bathroom, taking a leak. He sounded so serious. What am I getting myself into? Tony's mind began running away from him as he brushed his teeth. He thought about every possible scenario. There were a number of things that he had never let other people do to him before, and things he had never done to other people, that he found himself surprisingly aroused by the prospect of doing with Jethro. He stared at himself in the mirror, realizing his eyes were dilating more and more as he thought. He finished brushing his teeth, dried his hands, then took a deep breath and moved back into the bedroom.
Jethro was naked, leaning against his dresser, in front of the mirror, facing the bed. He saw the look on Tony's face as he came out of the bathroom and smiled. He crooked his finger, and motioned for Tony to come to him. Tony joined him, suddenly feeling both shy and exhilarated. Once he was standing in front of him, Jethro put his arms around Tony and kissed him deeply. When he pulled back, Tony smiled at him softly.
"I want you to give me a safe word. Something you-"
"Panda."
Jethro looked at him askew. "You've used it before."
"We had to have a code word as a kid for when someone other than our parents picked us up from school. They weren't allowed to pick us up unless they had the code word. Since my dad was never the one picking me up, everyone knew my code word was 'panda'." Tony explained nervously, realizing he was revealing something a little personal, and somewhat depressing for the moment.
"You've used it since."
Tony nodded. "Only with women. It's the first word that comes to mind when I want out."
"Out?"
"Out of someone else's control."
"You've given someone that kind of control before?" Jethro knew he shouldn't ask. It would just make him jealous and angry, and that would come out on Tony in ways he didn't want it to, but he had to know.
"I've tried, but failed. I never could really turn it all over."
Jethro leaned in and kissed Tony's neck, then whispered in his ear. "But you want to give it to me?"
Tony let his head fall back. "I've wanted to give it to you for a lonnnng time." His head came back up to meet Jethro's eyes. "You're the only one I can trust enough to let go with."
Jethro's mouth descended on Tony's with greed, relishing in the words it had just spoken. He wouldn't betray that trust. He'd gladly take whatever control Tony gave him for the evening, and make sure his lover felt taken care of at the same time. "I love you." Jethro's words were echoed by the man in his arms, and he closed his eyes for a moment to soak them in. When he opened them again, Tony knew immediately that the "game" had begun.
"Lay down on the bed, facing me." Tony felt a small thrill run up his back at the "Boss" tone being used in the bedroom. He was prepared for anything, and excited by the prospect of finally letting go of all control with the delicious man staring at him as he laid back on the bed, his dick hard and at attention.
"Look at me." Jethro's voice was quiet, but demanding, and it drew Tony's attention immediately. His gaze focused on Jethro's darkening blue eyes, trying desperately to ignore the motion going on a couple of feet lower as Jethro stroked his own cock slowly.
"I want you to stroke your cock, ten times, base to tip. And I'm going to say this once, and only once- you will notcome until I give you permission. Understood?" Tony's hand was already on his cock as he opened his mouth to let a clear "Yes," ring out. He felt his chest fluttering, and began counting his strokes. He looked down at his hand on his cock, and immediately heard Jethro's commanding tone reprimand him. "Did I say to stop looking at me?"
Tony's eyes shot up to find Jethro's, instantly aware of the fact that they hadn't discussed why Tony might need his safe word. His thoughts raced for a moment. Will there be punishment if I don't follow the rules? If so, what kind of punishment would Jethro be likely to enforce? He forced himself to take a deep breath. He knew that his lover wouldn't take him to any place he wouldn't want to go, and the reminder of who he was with, calmed his racing pulse.
He got to the tenth stroke and stopped, holding himself by the base. He waited as patiently as he could for another order, staring into the face of his lover. The smoldering look he was receiving had him thrumming with passion. There was a tension in the room that thickened the air around them, and made Tony feel like he was pressed to the mattress.
Jethro smirked and reached down under the bed, pulling out a long, age-worn piece of rope. Tony smelled the heady scent of sawdust, and knew that the rope had been retrieved from the basement. He suddenly realized why Jethro didn't like his safe word. If he had pulled out a typical length of bondage rope, Tony would have been horribly jealous that it had been used on someone else. Why else would Jethro have it? He opened his mouth to speak, and Jethro's eyes grew full of concern. "I don't want to use "panda" as my safe word."
Jethro smiled. "Okay, what do you want to use?" He felt an odd relief at Tony's interruption. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about the safe word, and it was interfering with his enjoyment.
"I don't know, but I don't want to use "panda". I want something that's just ours." Tony saw the way Jethro's eyes lightened a bit at that idea. "How about tonight, we just use the yellow light, red light, and I'll decide on something specific later."
Jethro's smile widened at the idea that Tony automatically assumed there would be a next time, despite barely starting this time. "Sounds good." They shared a smile for a moment, and then Jethro was back in Dominant mode. "Roll over on your stomach and get comfortable."
Tony followed the instructions without thought. A moment later, Jethro was straddling him, and pulling his arms behind his back. Tony felt the rope go around one hand, and a knot form around his wrist. Then, the rope looped around both wrists, tying them firmly, but not painfully together. He felt a weird buzzing start in his head, warm and comfortable. He relaxed as Jethro slid down off his body, and bent his feet up towards his back, and then the rope went around them as well. A minute later, his feet and wrists were bound close together. He was surprisingly comfortable in the restraints of the softened rope, and his head turned so that he could look at his lover.
Jethro stood licking his lips as he took in Tony, restrained on his bed. "I'm going to go jump in the shower. Stay put."
Tony smirked. "Don't think I'm going anywhere, Jethro."
Jethro smirked back, and went to their closet. He opened it up, and pulled out one of Tony's black silk ties. He moved back to the bed, and Tony looked up at him curiously. Jethro placed the tie around Tony's eyes like a blindfold, tying it behind his head. He lowered his lips to Tony's ear. "Heightens the senses."
Tony let out a long shuddering breath, and listened to Jethro's footsteps as he headed for the shower. He relaxed into the bed, letting himself think about what was happening. He was tied into a pretzel, blindfolded, and left alone on Jethro's bed while the man showered. He felt oddly calm. He'd let people tie him up before, but it didn't usually last too long. He got uncomfortable quickly, and couldn't enjoy himself. He was extremely comfortable for the moment though. He could hear Jethro moving in the bathroom, close by, so he knew nothing would happen to him. He just let himself drift on the sounds of the running water in the next room.
He envisioned his muscular lover, wet and glistening in the bathroom light, soap running down his body. He had spent a lot of time with Jethro in the shower over the past two weeks. He thought about each occasion. His favorite was still the first time, where Jethro had fucked him bare, another first for Tony. He remembered how possessive Jethro's words were, and how it felt to have him unload directly into his body. He remembered the way they both shook afterwards, and the tender way that Jethro held him up.
He felt his erection begging for attention beneath him as he looked back on that night. He bit his lower lip, knowing that there was nothing he could do to release the pressure. He'd have to wait for Jethro, and the restraint of that made his head swim. He knew eventually, his lover would come back from his shower and help him relieve the ache, but for now, he had to wait and trust that Jethro would take care of him.
Jethro stood in the shower, taking his time, making sure to clean every bit of himself. He knew that Tony was lying in the other room, tied up, waiting for him. He also knew that the longer Tony waited, the more desperate he would be to please him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let the intoxicating feeling of control run through him. He gave himself a periodic stroke to relieve a little bit of pressure, and wondered if he might still have a cock ring somewhere. He doubted, but if Tony wanted to take it here every now and then, it might be worth looking into.
His hands met the tile in front of him as he let his head fall forward in silent chuckles. He couldn't believe that Tony had him considering going sex toy shopping. He shrugged and turned the water off, stepping out. He made sure that he was fairly dry before he headed back into the bedroom. He wanted to be able to slide across Tony's flesh without rubbing each other raw.
He emerged and saw Tony lying still on the bed, waiting for him to come and take him. Tony's head turned towards the sound of Jethro's feet on the wooden floor, and Jethro smirked at the tie around his lover's eyes. "You look so damn sexy like that; blindfolded, bound… just waiting for me." Jethro reached out and ran a finger down Tony's arm, fingering the rope at his wrist. There weren't any red scrapes indicating that Tony had been struggling. When he realized that, Jethro's breath hitched in his chest and he had to force himself to exhale.
He knew that Tony had been having a rough week, taking on more and more responsibility, but the idea that he needed to let go so much that he wasn't fighting the restraint at all, was mind boggling. He let his hand move to Tony's hair, and ran his fingers through it. He heard Tony sigh, and felt him lean the slightest bit into the touch. Jethro bent over the bed and began kissing Tony in various places. He started by going down his arms, and then moved to his thighs, and eventually, he rolled Tony on his side, and took his mouth in a deep, demanding kiss.
Tony let Jethro's tongue explore his mouth, suckling back just a little bit. It was completely unlike the kisses they had shared over the past couple of weeks. Tony had always been just as demanding when they kissed as Jethro, but this time, Tony gave himself up to be feasted on. Jethro felt the inner beast growling to be let out of his cage and ravage the willing man, but he held on to his restraint. He reached down and fingered a knot loose so that Tony's legs were free. He slowly straightened them so that the blood flow would return gently, and not cause a cramp.
He bent and whispered in Tony's ear, making him gasp. "You're behaving so well. You didn't move at all while I was in the shower."
Tony nodded slowly, his heart racing at the sudden sound in his ear.
"Sit up on the edge of the bed." Jethro's voice was back to normal volume, and full of the demanding tone that Tony was familiar with. Tony could tell that Jethro was standing next to the bed, and he sat up, facing that side. His head reeled with the intensity of the moment, and his cock throbbed for attention. He could smell Jethro's soap, and knew that he was standing very close. He wanted to reach out and touch him, but his hands were still bound behind his back. The reminder that he was restrained made him moan a little.
Jethro sat down on the bed next to Tony. "Stand up, take one step to the left, and turn around." Tony did has he was told, and felt Jethro's hands on him, feeling every part of his stomach, his waist and his chest. He could hear the way it sounded to have Jethro's hands on his skin, and it changed as they ran through his chest hair, pinching both of his nipples and causing him to gasp. Every bit of skin that Jethro touched was on fire, and Tony felt the ecstasy of being at his lover's mercy. "Kneel."
Tony dropped to his knees, wondering if he was going to be rewarded with what the position suggested. He had behaved, following all of Jethro's instructions and demands. He licked his lips in anticipation, panting with the need to wrap his lips around Jethro's cock. Tony could hear the soft sound of calloused fingers stroking the hard flesh, and he let out a whimper. He didn't want Jethro stroking himself- he wanted to do it for him.
"You want this?" Jethro asked, running his hand up and down his shaft again. He brought Tony's head forward by the hair. "Don't move." Jethro ran his cock across Tony's lips, smearing his thick pre-cum on them. Tony struggled with himself to keep from licking it off. He could smell the musky scent and yearned to taste it, moaning loudly as he felt it running down his chin.
"Is that what you want? My cock in your mouth?"
Tony nodded. "Yes, please." His plea came out high pitched and needy.
Jethro reached down and took Tony's cock in his hand, stroking it a few times and making Tony quiver. "I love that you're so eager to please me." Tony felt the words hit multiple chords within him. He had been eager to please Jethro since that first week in Baltimore. He had needed to know for so long that he'd been succeeding. To hear those words come from Jethro now was relieving. It felt better than the way he was being stroked; felt better than the cum dripping from his face. It was powerful.
"Lick your lips so I can kiss that beautiful mouth." Tony's tongue flicked out and sucked in the strings of cum waiting there. He groaned at the slightly salty flavor in his mouth. Jethro leaned in and kissed him fully, letting his tongue search for evidence of himself, as he continued to stroke Tony slowly. When he backed out of the kiss, he let his lips land on Tony's neck and nip him gently, over and over again, down to his collar bone. Each nibble made Tony shiver.
Jethro sat up and stopped stroking him, leaving him bereft of the touch. "Stand up." Tony heard the nightstand drawer open as he got to his feet. Jethro's hand was on his waist to steady him, but then let go. Tony heard the click of the lid on the bottle of lube. He could hear it squirt out of the bottle, and he knew that Jethro was rubbing his cock with it. The anticipation of being filled with his lover made Tony shiver.
"Turn around."
Tony turned around slowly, making sure he didn't trip over Jethro's feet. He felt a finger coated with chilly lube running up and down between his cheeks as Jethro pulled him closer by his rope. Once Tony was backed between Jethro's legs, Jethro let the lubed finger trace his sphincter, eliciting a moan from him.
Jethro's dry hand caressed Tony's body. It travelled along his stomach, down his muscular thigh and then played with his balls a moment, making Tony gasp. Jethro didn't want Tony to come yet, so he let his hand wander back up to Tony's nipples, playing with them before running his hand around to Tony's back. "God, Tony. You're incredible." He let his hand take one of Tony's, squeezing his fingers for a moment, and then the finger that had been playing with Tony's ass, plunged in past the ring of muscle.
Tony whimpered, needing much, much more than just a finger. Jethro teased him with the single digit for a long few minutes. He'd fuck him with it, graze his prostate, and then pull out, letting it run around the puckering ring again before taking the plunge once more. Tony felt the delicious tease set him on edge, and forced himself to take a few deep breaths. He wasn't allowed to come until he was told to. He tried to think of something other than Jethro's finger in him, tried to get his mind off of it, but just as he thought he was getting under control, a second finger joined the first, and they both headed straight for Tony's prostate. He gasped and moaned, struggling to keep the pressure from building any further. He whimpered as the fingers fucked him, scissoring and stretching him.
"I don't think I can wait, Jethro."
Jethro removed his fingers, and jerked on Tony's rope, which made his cock twitch hard. It was the same kind of painful pleasure that he had experienced when Jethro had used the belt to tie him to the bed. He cried out in desire, praying for permission to come. "You can wait, and you will wait. Do you understand me?" Tony bit his lower lip, and nodded fervently. He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. Jethro's commands were truth to his ears. He knew that he could do it, he could hold out, because Jethro told him so.
As soon as he he had a handle on things, Jethro pulled him down onto his lap, impaling him on his hard cock, and Tony cried out. He sat in Jethro's lap, unable to breathe for a moment as the shock of being suddenly filled took his breath away. It was unbelievably pleasurable, and his cock twitched violently, pleading on his behalf. Tony suddenly didn't want to come. He wanted to stay like that, full of Jethro, on the edge, forever.
Jethro had one hand on Tony's waist, the other on Tony's ropes, trapped between his chest and his lover's back. The tight chamber his cock was in, felt like coming home. He'd tried to hold out, but watching Tony's reaction to his demand to wait had pushed him too far. As soon as he knew that Tony had followed the order to get himself under control, he had brought him down on him, holding him still as they acclimated to one another. He knew Tony was still adjusting, but as soon as he was stable enough, Jethro was going to make sure both of their needs were fulfilled.
Tony let out a shuddering breath, and Jethro leaned back on his hands, the end of one long length of Tony's rope in each of them. "Fuck yourself on my cock."
Tony started rocking slowly, getting the motion right. He was drunk on Jethro's control, and he wanted to please him. He got the movements in sync between his legs and his back, and was able to really start fucking down onto his lover, riding him for all he was worth.
Jethro's head fell back as Tony worked himself over his cock again and again. He was tempted to let them both come like that, but he wasn't quite ready to give up control. On Tony's next downward thrust, he commanded that Tony stop. "Sit on me, and don't move." Tony let out an involuntary whimper.
After a long minute, Tony couldn't take it anymore. "Please, Jethro! Let me move! Please!"
Jethro stood up, holding Tony to him so that he didn't dislodge, and then turned them around so that Tony was face first on the bed. "Let me take care of you," he whispered in Tony's ear. Tony shivered, and felt himself melt into the mattress again. Jethro began to move in and out of him slowly. After sliding in and out of Tony for as long as he could at such a slow pace, he groaned, and the pace increased. He felt the tingle running down his spine that told him that he was about to come. He growled at Tony. "DON'T COME!" he shouted as he lunged into Tony one more time, and came deep into his ass.
Tony whimpered, struggling to hold back his own orgasm. He thought for sure Jethro was going to let him come finally, so he had let it build with the pace. He felt the weight of Jethro's body on top of his for a moment, and then it rolled off, pulling Jethro's cock from him. Jethro panted a few times, and then sat up in a haze. He rolled Tony gently on his back, pinning his arms beneath him. He carefully ran a finger up the underside of Tony's cock and over the head, making his lover cry out.
"Come, Tony."
Tony yelled at the top of his lungs as he let go, letting the orgasm send an explosion of cum shooting from his cock, and all over his stomach. Jethro leaned over him, kissing him deeply, feeling Tony shake beneath him as his hips jerked off the bed, and a second wave hit him. Tony convulsed, jerking with each wave or the orgasm. It was the most intense thing he had ever felt. Jethro's arms were around him as he twitched, holding him close as he kissed him. He would have blacked out if it weren't for the way Jethro's hand kept running through his hair, grounding him just enough to keep him conscious.
Jethro kept whispering to Tony through the orgasm, between kisses. "I love you, Tony. You mean everything to me. You're incredible…" The words imprinted themselves on Tony's heart, branding themselves there. Tony felt the world around him coming back more vibrantly than ever.
Even in the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand, Jethro could see the glaze of moisture over Tony's eyes, making them burn bright. He let his hand reach behind Tony and start fiddling with the knot there. Once he had it undone, he guided Tony onto his stomach and gently moved his arms so that they laid on the bed next to him. Jethro's hands rubbed Tony's shoulders and arms, making sure that the blood was flowing through them as his lover laid there in a puddle of post-orgasm bliss.
After a few minutes, Tony rolled over onto his back. Jethro leaned over, and bent to kiss him. Tony pulled him down to him, a hand on either side of Jethro's face. The kiss kept going for a long time, Tony's tongue back in equal demand. Once they finally separated to catch their breaths, Tony ran his hand down Jethro's chest, and then met his eyes. "I really needed that."
"Me, too." Jethro's hand caressed the side of Tony's face. "I felt like everything has been out of my control the past couple of days. I couldn't get a grasp on anything."
"I felt like I had no choice but to suddenly be in control, and I'm really not used to it. I feel so much better now. We may have to do this again soon." Tony smirked, and Jethro pulled him close.
"I think that could be arranged."
"I don't think I'm going to be able to go back to sleep after that," Tony said playfully, head against Jethro's chest.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Considering we got a full eight hours beforehand, I feel like that was more along the lines of "wake-up sex", not, "late afternoon, early evening sex". I feel like I should be starting an awesome day right about now." Tony snuggled closer to Jethro, running his hand across the older man's chest.
"We could start sniffing through the case files to see if we can find what brought Parke and "Elly" together," Jethro suggested.
Tony groaned. "I really want to stay away from work for the rest of the day. I had wanted to go through the files, but I think tonight needs to be about us."
Gibbs looked down at the man's head against him. He had an idea and considered it. It was simple enough to make him happy, and enough of a gesture to speak to Tony's inner romantic. "You wanna take a walk with me?"
Tony's head jerked up so that his chin rested on Gibbs' chest, and his green eyes met blue. "There's, like, a foot of snow out there." Jethro saw the spark in Tony's eyes, daring him to find a way to back out of the suggestion.
"I know. Would have to keep you close to me to stay warm." Gibbs let his face fall to reach for Tony's lips, and Tony's reached up to meet them. The kiss was gentle at first, but turned into something deeper. He felt Tony's confirmation before he had even replied. When they pulled away, Tony started to pull back and stopped.
"It still amazes me how much is said in one kiss with you, that I've never been able to say out loud with words, to anyone."
"Hell, Tony. We've never needed words," Gibbs said, afraid of getting into the emotional territory.
"That's pretty true, isn't it?" Gibbs nodded in return and then tapped Tony's hip. They both moved to get out of bed, and Tony stretched, yawning grandly. "Jump in the shower. I'll go flip the coffee maker on, and then come get mine."
"See? And I didn't even have to say anything?" Jethro joked. Tony smacked his ass on the way by, and both men chuckled as they headed their separate ways.
It was much cooler downstairs in his nudity than Tony realized it was going to be. He ran his hands up his arms, and made his way to the coffee maker. He pulled out the filter, grounds still in it from that morning, and dumped it, replacing it and filling it with coffee. He added the extra scoop that Jethro would need in order to make it taste like something other than brown water, then started the machine. He pulled two mugs out of the cabinet and left them on the counter for them, and headed upstairs to wash up.
Gibbs was just getting out of the shower, towel around his waist already, and another one drying his short hair vigorously. Tony turned the water back on, and then turned around, wrapping his arms around Gibbs as he stood in front of the mirror. He kissed the side of Jethro's neck and made his way up to his ear. Jethro growled and leaned on the sink. "Tony…"
"Insatiable, aren't you?" Tony asked with a chuckle, and jumped in under the hot water.
"I'll bide my time," Jethro said, giving Tony one more leer before he walked out of the bathroom.
Jethro had gotten dressed and was standing in the kitchen when Tony came downstairs, dressed in multiple layers of warm clothes.
"Did you decide to put on everything in your drawers?" Jethro joked as Tony doctored his coffee.
"I used to be able to handle the cold just fine before the plague. It's not that I don't like cold weather- it just doesn't like me very much." Tony huffed indignantly. "Besides, if Pitt finds out that I went walking in the snow without the extra protection, he'll kill me at my annual next month."
"You still see him?" Jethro asked, taken aback. He wasn't aware that Tony saw anyone but Ducky, and even then it was like pulling nails to get him to stop in.
"Every April. As far as doctor's go, he isn't so bad. Gives me a chance to rag on him. Can't pass up a chance to remind him that he ruined my chances to go Pro, and of course, educate him on how much better the Buckeyes are."
Jethro rolled his eyes. "You said it yourself- everything turns out as it should in its own time. I like "Federal Agent Tony" much better than I think I would have liked "Pro-Athlete Tony".
Tony smiled warmly at his guy. "I'm definitely not the same person I was back then. Different priorities now. I think I'm happier doing what I do now than I ever was on a court or field." He shrugged. "Certainly means a lot more." He looked off into space, thinking about Parke in the truck earlier. His mind drifted to his blowup at Simmons.
Jethro saw the wheels turning in his lover's head and decided to intervene. "So? Walk?"
Tony shook off his daze, and leaned in to kiss Jethro gently. He pulled back and looked into the blue eyes staring at him. "I'm really glad Pitt broke my leg."
Jethro smiled. "Me, too."
"Come on. Let's get out of here for a while." Tony got his gloves out of his trench coat pocket on the way out the door, and Jethro slipped his coat on, zipping it up.
Once out into the yard, the hush of a snow packed night worked its magic on them both, allowing them to relax into the silence. It was cloudy, but there wasn't any breeze. It was peaceful as they trudged down the driveway, and out onto the semi-plowed street.
Tony chanced a glance at the upstairs window of the house next door, and laughed as he saw the curtain swish shut. Gibbs looked at him quizzically. "She really does need a hobby."
Jethro smiled and reached out, taking Tony's hand. Tony squeezed back, but Jethro didn't let go. Tony grasped the hand firmly once again, and smiled, squinting for a moment before turning to walk hand in hand with Jethro down the street. "You're feeling brave tonight."
"Don't think "brave" is the right word."
Tony looked down at the road as he walked, monitoring the slush for upcoming slick spots. "Oh? Then what's the word?" He couldn't stop smiling as he kept his eyes on the slush.
"I think "proud" might work," Jethro replied, smiling at Tony as they walked.
"Proud?" Tony asked, the insecure disbelief in his voice obvious to the man next to him.
"I don't care what other people think of us, being two men, together like this. You're someone anyone should be proud to be with, Tony. I'm lucky to have you. I'm not going to act any differently with you because you're a guy. You deserve more. If other folks are stupid enough to try and mess with two federal agents, they'll deserve the ass-kicking they'll receive." Tony moved a little closer to Jethro so that their arms were touching.
"You really don't care that people know about us?"
"This is our neighborhood, Tony. People will get used to it, and anything they feel will pass. We're not going anywhere. If they can't deal, that's their problem. I'm not letting anything keep me from enjoying you."
Tony smiled broadly at Jethro. He stopped where they were on the street corner, and pulled him in for a kiss. Jethro kissed him back for a long minute, pulling Tony back to him when he tried to pull away.
"Convinced?" Jethro asked with a smirk.
"I was convinced when you took my hand," Tony said. "That was just to show my appreciation." Jethro laughed quietly, and they continued walking as the snow began to fall again.
"I'll admit," Jethro started slowly, "that I've never been too comfortable in public with guys before, but I've never been in love with one." He shrugged. "Changes the rules." He looked up at Tony. "What about you? You seem comfortable, but a bit…"
"Hesitant? Yeah. I'd like to be more comfortable. Been given reason not to be, unfortunately." Tony swallowed down the memories. He looked up at Jethro and grinned. "At the risk of sounding completely cheesy, I feel like I could take on anything with you next to me."
"You won't be taking it on alone."
"Haven't had to for a while. I've known you've had my back through it all." Tony looked back up at Jethro for a moment, and then, blushing, stared up into the falling snow. "You really think we'll have a snow day tomorrow?"
Jethro looked around and monitored the snowfall for a moment. "If it keeps coming down like this, I don't see the sense in dragging everyone out onto unsafe roads for no reason. We'll be on call, but I don't think we'll be going in." He gave Tony a smile and a wink.
Tony laughed. "Now I know that someone has replaced you with a pod person." Gibbs let go of Tony's hand to head slap him, and Tony tried to duck out of the way, sliding and landing in a snow bank.
Jethro laughed as Tony yelled something profane that he couldn't quite hear.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you from inside the igloo," Jethro barely got the question out between laughter.
"I SAID," Tony yelled, "It's fucking cold in here- help me up!" His hand suddenly emerged from the white pile. Jethro tried to stop laughing, and took Tony's hand. It only took a second, and Tony had pulled him down on top of him with an "Ooomph!" as he landed.
"Now how funny is it?!" Tony said, his own laughter mingling with Jethro's. They laid there laughing for a minute before Jethro looked down into Tony's eyes. His gloved hand came up and caressed Tony's cheek. Their laughter stopped, but their smiles remained. "I love you, Tony. You make me happy again."
Tony stared back in awe. "I can't begin to tell you what you mean to me, Jethro."
Jethro bent over and kissed Tony slowly, careful not to start something they couldn't finish on the side of the road. When they pulled apart, they grinned at each other.
"Hey, Jethro?" Tony said softly.
"Yeah?" Jethro answered.
"Let me up."
Jethro laughed. "What if I want a Tony flavored popsicle?"
"Ummm… you can have one at home after you make a fire, and snuggle with me on the couch for a while."
Jethro started finding his way to his feet. "Sounds like a plan."
He reached down to help Tony up, this time succeeding. They dusted the snow off of one another, and turned to head home. Jethro reached down to take Tony's hand again, and Tony didn't hesitate to take it. He smiled at their joined hands, and then back up at Jethro before looking smugly forward.
"Feeling brave?" Jethro asked with a nudge.
"Proud." They shared a smile, and Tony nudged him back. They were quiet for a minute, and then Tony took a deep shaky breath. "When I was in boarding school, we had those weekends where your folks are supposed to come visit, pick you up, take you home for a couple of weeks for break, and then send you back to school. There were a lot of us whose parents never bothered to show up at all. My father, of course, was one of them. So, a break is coming up, and Saturday comes and goes, and Dad doesn't show. Didn't expect him to. He had said something in a letter a month or so earlier that he might stop by on the way to his next meeting, but he'd said things like that before, and they were just appeasements so that later he could say, 'Sorry… blah blah blah…. Really wanted to be there, but blah blah blah…" Tony shrugged, and Jethro wondered where the story was going. Tony's serious tone let him know that this was a story he needed to tell, so he let him babble.
"Well, middle of the week comes around, and this guy and I, Gary Kellogg, were making out in my room, when my dad walks in. Of all of the times for the jackass to follow through…" Jethro squeezed Tony's hand. He knew this wasn't going to be the typical, parental embarrassment kind of story. "It got ugly. Gary took off running down the hall, leaving Senior and I to get into it. I had just turned seventeen. That's the day he cut me off, or said he was cutting me off. I didn't know then that the trust was actually funded by mom's life insurance policy, and should have been mine completely. He managed to bleed off most of it before I found that out. I was able to transfer what was left into a private account, but..."
Tony let out a sardonic laugh. "The joy of having the same name as a con artist. I was about twenty-three when I found out. There was apparently a few hundred thousand in there at one point. Definitely not that much by time I got to it. Should have taken the prick to court, but… he's my father. His first love has always been money. Don't get me wrong, we all know that I appreciate the finer things in life, but… they're pleasures, not priorities. I had never been a priority in his life, and I think when I didn't turn him in, something clicked in him that said, 'Oh. That's what's missing.' Something clicked in me, too. I realized that he was a coward, and I had the power. I had the power to choose what I wanted my life to look like, who I wanted to be. I wanted to be a better person than him, and so I kept an eye on him through family and friends. I wasn't going to be the shitty son just because he was the shitty father."
Jethro let go of Tony's hand, and slid his arm around his lover's waist instead. Tony's arm slid around his without a moment's indecision. It was natural, and Jethro smiled at the contrast between Tony's action, and the story he was telling. "That man has no idea what he missed out on, keeping you away for all those years."
"Well, we all get what we deserve in the end. He's a lonely, miserable old man, whose life is such a twisted chain of lies that even he can't keep them all straight. And me? I'm fulfilled, happy, surrounded by people who care about me, and I'm in love with an incredible man. I win." Tony turned to Jethro and their eyes met, matching smiles on their faces.
They headed up the driveway and into the house, stomping their feet to get the snow off. The weight of the warm indoor air had Tony's head spinning for a moment, and Jethro rested a hand on his shoulder as he kicked his boots off. "You okay?"
"Hmm? Yeah. Why?" Tony had to think a moment before he realized what Jethro was asking him.
"A little unsteady on your feet for a second there."
"Always am for a when I go in and out of the cold winter air. It's been happening for so long that I don't even think about it. Just a head rush." Tony smiled at Jethro and hung up his coat.
"Really? I never knew that."
"There's probably a million things we don't know about each other," Tony said, leaning in to kiss Jethro. "I'm looking forward to learning them all." Jethro kissed him back gently. He took Tony by the hand and led him to the couch, pushing him back on it playfully as he turned to build a fire.
Tony took the throw blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped up in it, watching as Jethro bent over the fireplace, setting logs in the right positions to catch. A couple of minutes later, there was a nice blaze forming, and Jethro was sitting down next to Tony, taking his share of the blanket. Tony leaned against his chest, and Jethro pulled him close. They sat there warming up for a long time before Jethro's thoughts made their way to his lips.
"My dad doesn't know."
Tony nodded. "I know."
"I never really had a reason to tell him. Like I said, I've never been in love with a guy before. It was always…"
"Yeah." Tony took Jethro's hand. "So what are you going to tell him when he comes to visit?"
"That I'm in love with you." The words came out with no hesitancy. Tony looked up at him. "I told you, Tony, the rest of the world can go to hell. He'll either be okay with it, or he won't. Whichever, it's his problem. I'm happy."
"I know that the rest of the world can shove it, Jethro, but what Jack thinks has to mean something to you." Tony's voice was soft, and he knew that he was treading on tricky ground.
"It does in some ways, but we've never really seen eye to eye on anything. If he has a problem with us being together, the worst he'll do is ignore the subject."
"It's going to be a hard subject to ignore if he's staying with us." Tony felt a little odd. Jackson had been really warm to him when they had the chance to meet. He didn't like the idea that he might suddenly ignore him, or treat him coldly.
"Honestly, I don't think he's going to have a problem with any of it, but if he does, I simply don't care. You," Jethro put his thumb under Tony's chin, and lifted his face so that their eyes locked. "You are my priority, Tony."
Tony thought about how warm Jethro's normally icy blue eyes suddenly looked. He leaned up and kissed him gently, then laid his head back on Jethro's shoulder. "You're mine, too, Jethro."
Jethro let his head fall onto Tony's, and closed his eyes. He was warm, happy, and holding the man he loved more than anything in the world. "You want to watch some TV?" he asked quietly, figuring Tony would be getting restless pretty soon.
"Nope. Just want to stay here, just like this."
Jethro smiled. "Sounds perfect." He thought to himself for a moment. "We don't have to talk do we?"
Tony shook his head with a smile that threatened to split his cheeks. That was his Jethro. "Nope."
"God, I love you," Jethro exclaimed, his head falling back for a moment.
Tony chuckled out loud. and reached up for another kiss before resuming his position against Jethro's chest. They held each other for hours on the couch, shifting positions occasionally while the fire died down. The last thing either of them recalled, was Tony barely remembering to set the alarm on his cell phone, and tossing it on the coffee table, before they fell asleep together on the couch.