Rating: FRAO
Warnings: M/M, sex, language, kink, piercings, abusive parent, serial killer, talk about rape/non-con. Violence. Secondary character death (bad guys).
Genre: Slash, romance, first time, angst, h/c, case fic, pre-show AU
Pairing: DiNozzo/Gibbs

A/N: If you enjoy my story, please leave me a comment - I love to hear from you! Thanks to my betas.

Craving Coffee
Chapter 36 - The Recruit

Tony's eyes lit up with amusement. Placing the chastity belt to one side, he stroked his cock, which reacted quickly to his touch. "It's better to get a complete release now and then I won't be as likely to get an erection when it's on," he said, apparently speaking from experience. "Are you gonna do the honors?" Tony sidled close to Gibbs to kiss him briefly on the lips, and said boldly, "You owe me, you know. I'm still sorta mad at you for threatening to dump me if I didn't do exactly what you wanted."

"I owe you, huh?" Gibbs kissed Tony, gentle but commanding. His tongue slid leisurely across Tony's lips, asking to be forgiven. He raised his knee between Tony's naked thighs, putting pressure on his balls, and if Tony's responsive moan and acquiescent body were anything to go by, Gibbs figured he'd been let off the hook – at least for now. Lowering his knee, Gibbs asked mockingly, "And just how're you gonna make me pay?"

"Oh, I'll find a way," Tony promised. He wrapped his arms around Gibbs shoulders, and slid his fingers through Gibbs' hair to tug at the short strands. "You can start by kissing me some more," he said as he pulled Gibbs in for another kiss, parting his lips in invitation.

Their tongues tangled in a messy, slippery exchange and Gibbs groaned at the taste of Tony's mouth. He rocked his hips, the barrier of his trousers adding to the friction between their cocks. Tony was making little sounds that were halfway between moans and pleas, which made Gibbs want to give in to the urge to lower him to the floor to fuck him hard and fast. He reminded himself that the objective was to get Tony off, not to get mutual satisfaction, but it wasn't easy to remember. Gibbs' fingers found their way into the crevice between Tony's ass cheeks to tease the sensitive area around his entrance while his other hand grasped Tony's cock and squeezed it, just once. The ragged intake of breath and the shuddering moan that came from deep in Tony's throat confirmed what Gibbs already knew, that his boy needed a firm hand, and that it was up to him to lead the way.

While they kissed Gibbs gave Tony's cock a series of steady strokes in tempo to the plunges of his tongue and soon Tony's hips were moving in time to them, thrusting into Gibbs' hand. Gibbs reluctantly withdrew from the kiss, and asked in a rough voice, "How'd you want this? You want me to fuck you over the sink? Or a hand job?" He hated being rushed but they were getting down to the wire and they were sure to get interrupted any minute.

Tony's eyelids closed halfway and he murmured, "Just…just use your hand, Jethro. Stroke me, slow at first, like you've been doing, with a twist, then faster. Won't take much to send me…"

Gibbs didn't need any further instructions. Once again he wrapped his fingers around Tony's cock and slowly slid his hand up and down the velvety, hot shaft that was now leaking, and felt it grow harder within his fist. He made a twisting motion on the up-stroke and he flicked his thumb across the cock-head before sliding his hand down its length again, picking up speed and changing the pressure with every successive stroke.

Tony was nuzzling under Gibbs' jaw while his hands slid down the small of Gibbs' back and delved under the waistband of his pants. Prevented from getting very far by Gibbs' belt, Tony said with urgency, "Want…want to touch you."

Gibbs gave Tony's cock one last caress before he released it and held his hands away from his body. "Undress me," he ordered.

With shaky hands, Tony undid Gibbs' belt and trousers and pushed them, and his boxers, down to where they bunched around Gibbs' ankles, his boots preventing their easy removal.

There was a heavy thunk when Gibbs' holstered gun hit the tiled floor, reminding him that he was a federal agent in the middle of a case. Yet here he was, fooling around in a hotel bathroom. Well, Tony was an instrumental part of the op, and he was preparing him to meet the suspects, Gibbs reasoned, knowing he was making feeble excuses for his actions.

Gibbs let Tony drag his polo shirt over his head and, turned on by Tony's enthusiasm, almost forgot where they were and what the objective was.

Tony tossed the shirt aside, and his mouth immediately latched onto one of Gibbs' nipples. He sucked and nibbled on it and then gave the other rosy nipple the same treatment, the whole time making mewling noises as if he couldn't get enough of him. Tony came up for air only long enough to say breathlessly, "Lube…by sink," and went right back to suckling on Gibbs' nipples, the scraping of his teeth across the sensitive nubs making them harden with pleasure.

One of Tony's hands slipped between Gibbs' legs and cupped his balls, causing Gibbs' toes to curl inside his tactical boots. The boots' soles squeaked slightly on the tiled bathroom floor when he moved his legs as far apart as his lowered pants would allow.

Tony took the hint and settled between Gibbs' legs, a hand anchored on each thigh for stability while he noisily lapped at Gibbs' balls with his hot tongue. He mouthed and sucked at Gibbs' tight balls while he gently stroked the erect cock that rose from Gibbs' dark-haired groin.

Gibbs laid his hands on Tony's head and watched his young lover pleasuring him through his half-closed eyes. The sight of Tony kneeling there, working his magic with his lips and tongue, brought on a sudden and potent rush of love and possessiveness. Gibbs' belly clenched, and his cock ached and hardened when Tony took one of his balls in his mouth and hummed. "God! Tony, enough." Gibbs tugged on Tony's hair and pulled him off, grunting, "Save it – later." At this rate he'd be creaming the walls before he even got a chance to take care of his lover. "Up," he said.

Tony placed small wet kisses on Gibbs' cock, belly, and chest as he rose to his full height. Standing, he slung his arms around Gibbs' waist and licked his lips in anticipation. "Later sounds good, but what about now?"

"Now I need to take care of you." Gibbs had to reach around Tony, who was clinging to him like a limpet and grinding their groins together in a slow, sultry dance, in order to get hold of the tube of lube that was sitting next to the sink. He squeezed some of the cream onto his palm and sniffed it, relieved that the scent was mildly citrus. "Don't want to walk out of here smellin' like a sissy," he said with a chuckle.

He pushed Tony away, just enough so he could reach between their bodies and take both of their cocks in his hand. With a couple of broad sweeps of his palm, Gibbs slicked both of their shafts with the lube and compressed them in his fist. The sensual feeling of mingling textures, the moisture and the heat of their flesh pulsing and pressing together left him fighting for breath. Gibbs pumped their married cocks a few times and couldn't help moaning. At his touch, Tony trembled and his hands clutched at Gibbs' back, seeking something solid to hang onto. Gibbs placed a tender kiss on Tony's lips, and shushed him until the frantic hands stilled. "Shhh. Next time we'll take it slow. Real slow."

The friction of their slippery, heated skin, the beat of their pulses throbbing in a mismatched tempo, made Gibbs' cock stiffen painfully, and he knew he wouldn't last long. It was obvious from the breathy pleas spilling from Tony's lips, and his shivers of pleasure, that neither would he.

Tony rested his forehead on Gibbs' chest, the silky strands of his hair caressing Gibbs' chin. Tony was panting unevenly, his hips jerking. His cock, captured within strong, callused fingers, slid back and forth alongside Gibbs', while he clung onto the older man as if he was his only lifeline.

With throaty murmurs of approval, Gibbs slid his free hand between Tony's legs and tugged gently at his balls. Tony buried his face in Gibbs' neck so when he cried out in great, sobbing breaths, "I want, I want…," his words reached no further than Gibbs' ears. Tony came first, giving one last thrust into Gibbs' fist with his body arching and then quivering with release. Tony's fingers dug into Gibbs' back during the final throes of his orgasm and Gibbs was sure he'd have long bloody marks to show for it.

Gibbs worked their cocks together, his thumb rubbing across their sensitive cock-heads until he thought he couldn't bear the sensation for a second more; he came with a shudder, releasing his hot come all over Tony's belly. Right down to his core, Gibbs hated that he had to stifle his instinctive cry of release, when what he wanted most of all was to shout from the damned rooftops that Tony was his and his alone.

Even before they had recovered, Gibbs was cleaning them off; time was short. He dressed quickly, clipping his sidearm to his belt where it belonged. Luckily, his clothing hadn't been soiled because it would be pretty damned embarrassing to have to explain dried come on his pants. Not to mention he'd surely get fired for fucking around on the job.

It brought a sense of satisfaction to Gibbs that Tony had a well-fucked look about him. He looked as though he needed a good long sleep, but by the time Gibbs had finished drying him off with efficient, vigorous strokes of a big fluffy towel, Tony had recovered and was alert once again.

After he'd taken a leak, Tony handed the chastity belt to Gibbs with a bashful smile. "Better get the show on the road."

Gibbs took the belt and buckled it around Tony's slim waist; the strap that went between his legs was attached at the back and left hanging. He hesitated and looked over at the butt plug, but Tony reached for it, smeared it generously with lube and resolutely handed it to Gibbs.

Still, Gibbs hesitated. "Tony, is this absolutely necessary?"

In reply, Tony leaned over the vanity and braced himself with a hand on either side of the sink. He gave Gibbs a confident smile over his shoulder. "It's okay, Jethro. Just do it."

"It's…sorta big," said Gibbs.

"I'm used to it. I'll be fine if you go slow and twist it a little," Tony said with a nod.

Gibbs took a deep breath, then held the dangling strap out of the way. He spread Tony's ass cheeks with one hand while he gently eased the tip of the large butt plug into his hole. When it had been inserted almost up to the widest part of the plug, Tony tensed and released a small grunt. Gibbs immediately halted. "Tony, you don't have to do this–."

Tony's head hung low and his eyes were scrunched closed, much as they'd been when Gibbs had interrupted Senior earlier, when he'd been about to insert the plug into his son's ass. "I'm fine," Tony said in a taut voice. "You need to do it. I don't want anyone getting any free fucks, remember?"

Gibbs retracted the plug a little then slowly slid it in, watching carefully as the rest of its length disappeared into Tony's opening. Then it was in, with only the flanged end exposed. Tony gingerly straightened and inhaled a deep breath, then directed Gibbs to slip the end of the butt plug into the slot that would hold it securely in place.

Once that was done, Tony pulled the slim strap between his legs, took hold of his flaccid dick and slipped it into the L-shaped tube located in the protective cup. It was curved, forcing his cock between his legs, and it was restrictive enough to prevent an erection from fully forming. Tony wiggled a bit as he adjusted himself. He smiled ruefully at Gibbs and explained, "Not always easy to get my balls in the holder thingy."

Gibbs asked, "Can you take a piss wearin' it?"

"Yeah. There's a rubber tube that goes from the tip of my dick to an exit hole. I have to sit on a toilet, or squat. Only had the urge a couple of times before and it felt weird but it worked," Tony admitted. "Okay, let's get this buckled up, locked and loaded," he said with a broad grin. Seeing the look on Gibbs face, which was a reflection of the agent's inner turmoil, Tony reached out to clasp Gibbs' neck and he pulled him in for a kiss. "Think of it as body armor and I'm a soldier," Tony suggested. "We can play gunnery sergeant and raw recruit later on," he enticed, as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "You can pick the lock and free me from the clutches of the enemy."

With a crooked smile, Gibbs said, "You'd better be prepared. I'll have you naked and cleaning the latrine in no time at all, recruit."

Although Gibbs thought he'd managed to hide his emotions, his worry must have shown because Tony leaned against him, cupped his cheek and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. Tony whispered against Gibbs' lips, "I love you, Marine."

Gibbs nodded and let his eyes express to Tony that his feelings were mutual. Why was it that at important moments such as this, words failed him, Gibbs wondered? As far as he was concerned, Tony was more than a little foolish, both for wanting to be part of this op and for loving an old ex-Marine like him. Gibbs took a deep breath and got back to business; he tugged and tightened the straps, and soon had Tony buckled securely into the belt. After he fastened the padlock Gibbs held up the small key. "You want me to hold onto this?"

Tony nodded and said with sincerity, "You're the only one I trust, Jethro."

That simple sentence made Gibbs' heart swell and it was his turn to lean into Tony and offer him a kiss of affirmation and love.

They parted and Tony said lightly, "Just don't lose that key because it'll be a pain in the ass to find the right tools to cut me out of this."

Gibbs had only just said that he'd better get Tony some clothes when there was a tap on the bathroom door and Fornell's voice could be heard calling Gibbs' name. Gibbs unlocked the door and stepped out to talk to the FBI agent; he closed the door behind him, careful to shield Tony from Fornell's prying eyes.

Fornell gave Gibbs a quick once-over then nodded with a knowing smile. "And there I was, Gibbs, taking you for a fighter and not a lover. We were taking bets," he said, hooking his thumb in the direction of the living room, "on whether you'd beat up on the kid or play nice with him." Gibbs sent Fornell a sour look and got a broad grin in return. The FBI agent held up a pair of dress pants. "Got your boy's trousers, with the transmitter embedded in the waistband. Better get him dressed because," Fornell glanced at his watch, "I want time to go over everything once more."

Gibbs took Tony's pants from Fornell and said curtly, "Be out in a few minutes." Fornell opened his mouth to protest but Gibbs went into the bathroom and closed the door in Fornell's face. Fornell would just have to wait.

Tony drew his pants over the chastity belt before emerging from the bathroom with Gibbs following.

Gibbs frowned at Tony's bare chest. "You got something to wear?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I keep some clothes here for whenever we come to DC. I've only been here a couple of times so far. Never saw more than the inside of a couple of hotels and the Arabic Emirate embassy. No booze at that party though." He pulled an expensive-looking white dress shirt from the closet, put it on and tucked it in, leaving the top three buttons undone to expose his tanned, smooth chest. By the time Tony had slipped on a pair of black loafers and fastened a heavy gold watch around his wrist, he looked ready for just about anything.

He'd put something on his hair, Gibbs noticed, that smoothed it off his face and made him appear a little more mature than his eighteen years of age. Looking Tony up and down, Gibbs took in the young man's handsome face, his tall, lithe body dressed in simple but fine clothing. He almost felt jealous that Tony was dressing up for someone else, even if it was stage dressing for an op. "You're not wearing…?" Gibbs made a motion to indicate he was asking about Tony's nipple rings. He couldn't say the words aloud, sure that Fornell would have already activated the transmitting wire in Tony's waistband.

With a shake of his head Tony said, almost shyly, "I only wear them for you, Jethro."

Gibbs felt a possessive streak heat up his whole body. "Good," he replied in a low voice. He stepped up to Tony and ran a hand experimentally over Tony's groin. Although Gibbs could feel the hard shell of the chastity belt's cup beneath Tony's pants, there was no indication he was wearing it to the casual observer.

"Do I pass the test?" asked Tony, a knowing gleam in his green eyes.

Without replying, Gibbs unclipped his gun and badge then unbuckled his belt and removed it. "I want you to wear this," he said forcefully.

"Okay, but what about the wire in my waistband?"

"My belt won't interfere with it," Gibbs assured him. "I won't do it up too tight."

While Gibbs slid his belt through Tony's pants' belt loops, Tony said, amused, "A belt that's visible wasn't part of my fashion statement."

"It should be." Gibbs pulled a small, sharp knife from its secret place behind the belt buckle to demonstrate how handy it was. Tony's eyes widened and he was about to say something when Gibbs raised a single finger to his lips to signal that Tony should watch what he said. Knowing Fornell, he would have tuned into the wire's frequency as soon as he'd left the bedroom, and he or his agents would be listening in right at that moment. Tony nodded to show that he understood.

Gibbs buckled up the belt for Tony then whispered in his ear, "Never go anywhere without a knife. Rule number nine." Tony's pleased smile and nod of thanks was Gibbs' reward. Tony found a spare belt in his closet for Gibbs and slid it through Gibbs' pants' loops and buckled it up, just as Gibbs had done for him.

There was another knock at the door and Mike Franks entered, looking concerned. He motioned for Gibbs to join him and together they stepped out into the hallway. "Bad news, Gunny," Franks said in a muted voice. "When I called Director Morrow I had to report to him about the little accident that befell Senior DiNozzo – how the old man, uh, fell down and hurt himself." He paused and Gibbs knew that whatever Franks was about to tell him, it was not going to be good. Franks said, "SecNav was with the director. We had a little discussion 'bout what was at stake here but he said he wants you to step away from this operation."

"No! Damn it, Mike, I can't leave now. Not with Tony–" Gibbs looked back into the bedroom and saw Tony was watching him intently so he lowered his voice. "I am not leaving him to the wolves."

Franks slung his arm around Gibbs' shoulder. "Look, Gunny, Senior is across the hall looking as smug as he can be, spewing threats about how he's gonna make sure there's an investigation into you beating on him, and how he has friends in high places and all that shit. You can bet your badge that he's gonna press charges against you, and that he's not gonna hold back."

"He won't, Mike. DiNozzo knows we've got enough on him to send him up the river, starting with that freighter full of heavy weapons ending up in the wrong hands." There was always the chance that DiNozzo Sr. would use Gibbs' relationship with Tony against him, but Gibbs had plenty of dirt on Tony's father to counter with. DiNozzo had made it clear from the start that Tony was his to do what he wanted with – Tony was his son, after all. "Let the pompous asshole say whatever the hell he wants, 'cause nothing's gonna to get between me and Tony," Gibbs snarled.

"I know, Gunny, but he's a vindictive son-of-a-bitch. You broke his nose, gave him a hell of a shiner and his jaw just might be busted, too. Not to mention he's holding onto his ribs like their mighty sore. Ducky's over there with him right now." Franks said with an evil chuckle, "Seems the doc just happened to forget to bring along any pain killers." He looked past Gibbs' shoulder and nodded in Tony's direction. "DiNozzo Sr. doesn't like it that his boy's got a new master. I think he wants his kid back."

Gibbs said fiercely, "Tony'll never go near him again, you hear me?"

"You don't have to sell me on it, Gunny. Any fool can see the man's bad through and through."

Gibbs took a deep breath then asked, "SecNav tell you to take my gun and badge, Boss?" He wasn't going to leave Tony in anyone else's hands, even if it meant going against orders.

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