Chapter Twenty Five: Odd Talents
Jethro carefully navigated the Dodge Charger down his street, weaving in and out of large pick-up trucks, construction vans and delivery vehicles. He and Tony had decided to swing by and check on the progress of his house since they were close by after their meeting with Fornell at the diner and it appeared a lot of progress was being made.
It was refreshing to see the pile of rubble that had once been his home gone and the frame of a new house in its place. It had taken a lot of time and thought and a handful of contractors presenting different ideas and designs for Jethro to figure out how he wanted his house rebuilt. He'd considered not rebuilding at all; considered rebuilding it exactly the same way it had been before Kaiser had blown it up, although both he and Tony decided they found that a little creepy and had finally settled on a blueprint that was similar in style to what he'd lost but with a few changes and updates that would create a modernized version of the old timey flare Jethro loved in a layout that would have him feeling right at home.
It would be months before the house was ready but Jethro didn't mind that either. He was having fun playing house with Tony and despite the noncommittal attitude they'd both had when they'd decided to move in together, both he and Tony were all in when it came to their relationship and it scared both of them. Despite his fear, Jethro wasn't in a rush to move out of the rental house he was sharing with Tony and wasn't quite ready to invite the man to move in with him, out of fear of putting too much pressure on their budding relationship. He hoped he might be by the time his house was move in ready.
"They're getting this up fast," Tony said, even though they really weren't. It had been several weeks since the bomb had destroyed it and there was only a frame to show for progress. It felt fast to Tony, though. It felt like it was only a matter of days before Jethro would be moving out of the rental house and back into his home. "I guess I need to start figuring out where I wanna live."
"There's no rush, Tony," Jethro said. If Tony found somewhere else to live, he might be less likely to want to move in with him. "It'll be months before this place is done."
"Yeah," Tony said, "but I don't even know if I wanna live in a condo or apartment or buy a house or maybe I'll just keep renting the place we're in now. I've been putting it off for too long. I need to make a decision 'cause you're gonna be gone back to your home before I know it and I don't wanna be left behind."
"I'm not gonna disappear in the night, Tony," Jethro said. He was surprised to find Tony was struggling with some of the same insecurities he was.
"I know," Tony admitted, "but I'm having so much fun sharing everything with you. It's gonna suck when you move back here."
"Yeah, but who knows where our relationship will be in a couple months," Jethro replied. "Maybe you'll be ready to move back with me." It wasn't a full commitment and didn't require immediate action from either of them but it was a viable option that would calm their fears and help them get through all the changes that were headed their way.
"You mean like, move in with you?" Tony clarified.
Jethro shrugged and nodded. "A lot can happen in a couple months."
Both men relaxed and Tony found himself reaching for Jethro's hand which the man readily accepted. Just knowing Jethro was open to making their situation permanent helped ease his fears.
Jethro squeezed Tony's hand in his and smiled at him before looking over his shoulder and pulling back out onto the street so they could head back to the Navy Yard and finish out their work day before finally going home, together.
After a quick shower to wash off the work day and slipping into a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, Tony hurried down the stairs and into the living room where Jethro was sitting with a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper spread out across his lap.
"Nice shower?" Jethro asked, putting the paper aside.
"Mm-hmm," Tony hummed, taking Jethro's coffee cup and setting it aside.
"What're you—"
Before Jethro could ask his question, Tony sat down in his lap and made himself comfortable then handed the man his coffee cup again.
"You okay?" Jethro asked.
"I am now," Tony answered happily. "Hold me tighter."
Jethro smiled and obliged.
"What do you think Kaiser has up his sleeve?" Tony asked, trying not to reveal how worried he was.
"Hmm?"
"Come on. He's been playing us since day one. This is just another move in the sadistic chess game he's playing."
"Yeah," Jethro agreed. "I don't know what game he's playing now but I don't like it."
"I don't either," Tony said. He cuddled up against Jethro's broad chest, earning himself a kiss on the temple.
Jethro put his cup aside and rested a hand on Tony's thigh, enjoying the closeness. "Let's talk about something else," he murmured in Tony's ear.
"Like?" Tony asked with a smile.
"Like that blow job you gave me earlier," Jethro replied. "I think it's time for me to return the favor."
"I like the sound of that."
"What would you like me to do to you?"
Tony wiggled his ass in his lover's lap, rubbing himself against the other man's body. "I'd like to feel you inside me."
"Mmm," Jethro hummed, "keep wiggling around like that and you're definitely gonna be feeling something really quick."
Tony straddled Jethro, framed his face and pressed his lips to Jethro's.
Jethro let Tony have control, smiling against his lover's lips when the kiss ended. "This is nice," he hummed before kissing Tony again.
"I can tell you're really enjoying yourself," Tony said with a grin as he rubbed against his lover's erection.
"You, in my lap. What's not to enjoy?"
Jethro's tongue slipped out of his mouth and he ran it across Tony's lips until Tony opened his mouth then he lazily slippedit into Tony's mouth. The kissing continued as Tony continued grinding against his groin.
"Are you hard?" Jethro asked breathily, squeezing Tony's crotch.
"Oh yeah," Tony answered proudly, glancing down at his lap as Jethro squeezed him. He reached into the opening in the front of his sweatpants and freed his dick then unbuttoned and unzipped Jethro's jeans and folded the flaps back, revealing his lover's dick.
Jethro wrapped his hand around his cock and rubbed his cock head against Tony's, the sensitivity making him moan and Tony twitch.
"You make me feel so good," Tony groaned, jutting his hips out.
"Take your pants off and I'll make you feel even better."
Tony stood and offered his hand to his lover. When Jethro accepted, he led the way upstairs and slipped his pants and shirt off. While Tony got himself situated on the bed, Jethro removed his own clothes before climbing into bed with Tony.
"Hey, Tony," he said before nibbling at the man's jaw line. "I know you said you'd like to feel me inside you but what if we try something different this time?"
"You have my attention," Tony said. "I'm intrigued. What did you have in mind?"
"You," Jethro answered with a hint of trepidation, "inside me," he added, even quieter.
Tony's dick pulsed in excitement as he stared up at his lover. Of all the things going through his head, him topping the man who'd been dominant throughout their entire professional and personal relationship didn't even make the list of top one hundred possibilities of what Jethro might have in mind.
"I've been thinking about it for a while," Jethro admitted. "This isn't an impulsive request that I'm gonna regret later."
Tony reached out and brushed his hand across the man's cheek, his fingertips grazing across his five o'clock shadow as a serious expression graced his face. "If you're sure, it'd be my honor and for what it's worth I don't think you'll regret it."
"Because you're such a good lay?" Jethro asked, trying to deflect the seriousness with a little humor.
"No," Tony answered, not letting his lover deflect, "because it's an experience like nothing you've ever experienced before and I can guarantee you that."
Jethro's eyes met Tony's and the nervous uncertainty faded along with the jokes. "Make love to me, Tony," he said with a quiet determination and confidence that Tony had been looking for.
"It would be my pleasure," Tony replied with a smile, "and for what it's worth, I am a good lay, a really good lay."
Jethro smiled, thankful for the humor and thankful for Tony not letting him hide behind it just because it was easier. One of the things he respected most about Tony was the fact that the man had the balls to stand up to him when necessary. He needed someone with that kind of strength.
"Do you trust me?" Tony asked.
"You know I do," Jethro answered.
Tony smiled reassuringly up at his lover. "Then just relax."
Jethro took a deep breath and released it along with his insecurities. He let Tony roll them over so he was on his back in the middle of the bed and didn't fight the man when he lifted his legs and rested them on his own shoulders. Tony ran his hands across Jethro's abdomen while he licked the man's cock as it laid proudly against his belly. He nuzzled his lover's balls with his nose then continued exploring with his tongue, slowly making his way to Jethro's ass.
"Relax," he reminded the man softly. He stroked Jethro's cock until he felt the man's body relax once again then licked across his ass hole.
Licks, kisses and nips all over Jethro's cock, balls, the incredibly sensitive area behind his balls and his opening kept the man guessing while turning him on to the point of a steady stream of precum leaking out of him.
Tony skillfully opened his lover up, keeping Jethro's attention focused on the pleasurable sensations rather than what might've been the awkwardness of a new situation. He lubed himself up as he finished preparing Jethro then lowered his lover's feet back onto the bed and sat up between his legs.
"Little trick I learned," Tony said, flopping down next to Jethro, "climb up."
"Is this your way of gettin' out of doing all the work?" Jethro asked lightly.
"You'll thank me in a minute," Tony replied, waiting for Jethro to get situated before reaching between their bodies, wrapping his hand around his cock and rubbing it against Jethro's hole. "Relax," he reminded his lover when he felt him tense again. "Lay against me. Trust me, Jethro."
"I do trust you," Jethro repeated, lowering himself down onto Tony's body. He tried not to think too hard about what was happening and focused on how much he really wanted to give himself over completely to Tony rather than the fear of the unknown.
Tony carefully eased the tip of his dick in, breathing heavy at the tight heat. Just the fact that it was Jethro's ass was overwhelming in itself but he maintained his composure, closing his eyes to take a little bit of the edge off.
"Kiss me," Tony said, focusing on controlling his breathing as he released his hold on his dick.
Jethro gave Tony a peck on the lips and then another one that turned more passionate. As the kissing continued, he unknowingly eased himself farther and farther back onto Tony's cock until Tony was all the way seated inside him. When he realized what had happened, he pulled back from the kiss and smiled down at his lover.
"Cool trick, huh?" Tony asked. "Makes your first time bottoming a lot more enjoyable. Now ride me or if you want, we can roll over and I'll make love to you."
Jethro tucked his face into the crook of Tony's shoulder, hiding his expression as he got the hang of moving up and down on Tony's cock. Tony gently rocked in tandem with his lover but let Jethro maintain most of the control, knowing he'd get his turn. When Tony angled his hips and Jethro's rocking resulted in his prostate being grazed with each stroke, his entire body shuddered in excitement.
"Oh yeah," Tony encouraged, "you found your sweet spot."
Jethro continued to play for a short time longer, using Tony's body to explore his own and reveling in the new sensations before working with Tony to get themselves flipped over and begging Tony to fuck him.
"Keep rubbing that spot," Jethro begged, surprised that trying something he wasn't even sure if he would enjoy had reduced him to a quivering, begging mess.
Tony sat up above Jethro, sank his hips low and thrust in at an upward angle that he knew would amp up Jethro's excitement. The sight of the man's dick throbbing and pulsing as it stood up off of his belly and the cries of pleasure and demands to be fucked coming out of his lover's mouth were confirmation that what he was doing was working.
He wrapped his hand around Jethro's cock and started stroking and massaging the crown and his cockhead with his thumb as he did so. The move had Jethro grunting and squirming and thrusting up into Tony's fist until his entire body stiffened moments before his body experienced the most explosive orgasm of his life. He closed his eyes against the assault and the blackness threatened to pull him under but he refused to let the memory of his first time be stolen from him.
The sights and sounds and way Jethro's body had tightened significantly around Tony's dick had him cuming quickly after Jethro had, grunting out his release as he jabbed into the man, emptying himself completely. He slowed his thrusts but continued the subtle movements until his dick started to soften. Jethro rested his hand against Tony's cheek and turned the man's head to face him. The passionate kissing started once again and continued until Tony had softened enough he slipped out of his lover's body.
"Your first time," Tony said. "How was it?"
"Better than I'd imagined," Jethro answered with a genuine, full smile.
"So there's a chance I might get to do that again?"
"You'll definitely be doing that again."
"Okay, but just so you know, you don't get to bottom all the time."
"I think we spend enough time in the bedroom to take turns," Jethro said.
Tony gave a half of a sly shrug and smile. "We could always spend more time in here."
"We might have to quit our jobs to make that happen."
Fornell grabbed the bag of takeout he'd just picked up from the passenger seat of his car and headed up the walkway to the front door of Jethro and Tony's rental home. He reached for the door handle but quickly thought better of it and rang the doorbell instead.
Tony answered, shirtless, but thankfully wearing a pair of jeans low on his hips and invited the FBI agent in with a smile and warm welcome. Inside, Jethro was poking at the fire that was warming the home nicely. Spring was approaching quickly but the days were still cool and the nights even cooler.
"I brought dinner," Fornell offered, moments before his eyes landed on the pizza boxes on the end table.
"Punjab Express?" Jethro asked, getting a look at the logo on the takeout bag. "Tobias, we hate that place. You know that."
"I had another two for coupon," Fornell replied defensively.
"You're not saving any money if we never end up eating the food," Jethro pointed out. "You're actually spending more money."
"You're right," Fornell said, shaking his head. "I don't know why I keep doing this."
"I do," Jethro said.
Fornell perked up waiting for his answer.
"Diane loved that crap," Jethro said, his somewhat stern expression breaking into an understanding smirk.
"Yeah, she did," Fornell said. "The woman had bad taste but…" He let his sentence trail off, not wanting the mood to turn too somber.
"She had bad taste in men too," Jethro joked and the two shared a laugh that Tony didn't dare join in on. "You want some pizza?"
"Yes, please," Fornell said. "I may have failed on the dinner front but I have, what I hope, is some good news for you guys."
"Ohio State's gonna be named the champions of March Madness this year?" Tony guessed.
Fornell smiled over at the man in amusement. "Even better," he answered. "Kaiser's dead."
"Dead?" Tony asked, in shock.
"How?" Gibbs asked, also surprised by the news.
"Apparently they served PB & J in the chow line yesterday," Fornell answered. "Kaiser snuck one back to his cell and ate it. He's severely allergic to peanuts. He was dead before the medics ever made it to him."
Jethro and Tony looked at each other, trying to process the surprising news. Were they happy they no longer had to look over their shoulders and worry about their team? Were they upset their adversary got off easy? Neither were sure how to feel.
"He left a note," Fornell continued. "Has your name on it, Jethro, but you'll have to forgive me. I already read it." He handed over a plastic evidence bag with the note in it. On one side of the paper it said 'check' and had a hand drawn picture of a king piece from a chess game and on the other was a brief handwritten note.
Congrats, Agent Gibbs. You won. Good game.
Until next time,
Braydon K.
"Until next time?" Tony asked skeptically.
"His final move," Jethro explained. "His trial date's coming up quick and he knew there was no way he was getting off so he took himself out of the game, but he couldn't resist one more comment; trying to plant fear in the back of our minds even after he's long dead."
"It's not gonna work," Tony said. "He's gone. We're free!"
"I thought that'd make you guys happy," Fornell said. "I was gonna call you earlier when I heard the news but I wanted to see the looks on your faces."
"This calls for a celebratory beer with our pizza," Jethro called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the kitchen. He returned with three longneck bottles in one hand and popped the caps off each of them before passing them out.
"To getting another bad guy off the streets," Fornell said, holding his bottle out.
"To safety and security," Tony added.
"To getting our lives back," Jethro finished off before they all clinked bottles and took a drink.
"How are things between you and Gibbs?" Abby asked.
"Amazing," Tony answered with a dreamy look in his eyes. "I've never had so much sex in my life, Abs, and you know that's saying something coming from me but even more than that, he's my partner in everything. I'm not by myself anymore. I have someone who's always gonna be on my side and I can't even tell you how comforting that is. I sound like such a girl and I don't even care."
"There's nothing wrong with being in touch with your emotions," Abby insisted. "Now, tell me more about all the sex you're having. What's Gibbs like in bed? Is he a top? Does he ever let you top? What does he taste like? What does he feel like? Does he wake you up with Jethro Junior every morning?"
"Whoa, slow down, Abs," Tony said.
"You're not gonna answer any of my questions, are you?"
"On the contrary. I'm gonna answer all your questions with a single statement," Tony replied with a grin. "I'm pretty sure this thing between Gibbs and I is the real deal. He gives me everything I need and more and he says I complete him in a way no one has since Shannon. It's a relationship like I've never experienced before and it's the best high ever."
"He brought up Shannon?" Abby asked in amazed awe.
Tony bit his lip and nodded frantically.
Abby's pout over lack of information turned into a genuine smile at her friend's happiness over the genuine love he was experiencing. "This is big," she said. "Like huge big." She paused and the smile on her face grew even bigger. "Just remember, I'm oddly talented at wedding planning."
"Thanks, Abs, but we're not in any rush. We're just taking things one day at a time."
"Uh-huh," Abby groaned cheekily. "That's what they all say," she paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "right before the wedding bells start ringing."
Tony winked at Abby, turned and headed for the door, humming the traditional Bridal Chorus as he went.
The End