CHAPTER FOUR: Make it Real
The first three chapters were re-edited and a good portion has been add, if you want to re-read those before reading the new chapter.
In a daze, Tony allows Tim to lead him back into the bedroom. He's stunned at his acceptance of Tim's offer. He is going to Tim's house with the full realization that doing so makes what's happening between them real. Going to Tim's is his way of accepting what they are. He is telling himself and Tim that he belongs to Tim. Tony pants as Fear swells inside him. What the fuck are you doing? He can't reconcile that yesterday he was a normal straight guy and today he's considering consenting to be Tim's Submissive. Even scarier, he is fully aware of the decision, of how much he wants it and how easily this could destroy him. It's too much and panic starts to ripple through him until a single, possessive touch on his lower back startles him out of it.
Tim slowly rubs his thumb against Tony's skin comfortingly. "Calm down, Pet. Deep breaths."
Tony's panicked eyes meet Tim's calm ones. Not looking away, Tony consciously slows his breathing and takes long, deep breaths. "I don't know if I can do this, Sir."
"You can. All you have to do is trust me. Can you trust me, Tony?"
Tim makes it sound easy. "With my life." With my heart, his mind admits even if he can't quite say it out loud yet.
He wraps his arms around Tony from behind, cradling him in his arms. "Good. Then let me take care of you."
Tony shuts his eyes tight, absorbing the sensation of Tim's embrace. He doesn't know if he can do this, be with Tim without thoroughly fucking everything up. But he does know that he trusts Tim. "Okay."
With a sharp nod, Tim accepts Tony's answer. "Good, get dressed and pack a bag. We'll stay at my house tonight."
Tony's head jerks up, protesting, "But, tomorrow is—"
"Monday? I know very well what day it is."
Biting his lip, Tony's mind stutters at the thought of staying at Tim's and then going straight to work without giving himself time to prepare. He doesn't know if he can do this.
Seeming to read his mind, Tim assures, "You can do this."
Tony lets out a shaky breath and nods abruptly. Then he starts to dress and with only slight hesitation selects a suit to wear tomorrow to work. He's left alone when Tim exits the bedroom, presumably to find his discarded clothing. Tony stares at the empty doorway for a moment, wondering to himself if he is really going to do this. Remembering how being with Tim made him feel, Tony makes his decision. Tim's the best fuck of his life, even if he's the one that got fucked. Tony's not throwing that away.
Entering his bathroom, he packs toiletries for the overnight stay. When he comes back out with the small bag in his hands, Tim is dressed and waiting for him. Tony feels shy under Tim's approving gaze.
"Come here," Tim coaxes.
Trying to suppress a blush, Tony shuffles forward to stand in front of Tim and waits. Tim tips his head up and presses a sweet kiss to his lips. "Thank you for trusting me, Baby. I promise to take excellent care of you."
Tony's blush spreads and he squirms at the tender words. It's weird, the warm feeling it sparks in him.
Tim breaks the mushy moment by slapping Tony's ass. "We better go, otherwise I might not be able to resist taking your ass again." Tim grabs the garment bag in his right hand and places his left possessively and intimately low on Tony's back and guides him out of the bedroom. "Grab your keys." Tim knows they'll have to drive separately to work tomorrow. Before they exit, Tim presses Tony against the door and kisses him thoroughly.
When the kiss finally breaks, Tony sighs breathlessly. He feels floaty.
Tim tugs his hair to snap Tony back into reality. When Tony's eyes go from fuzzy to clear, he tells him, "You'll follow me to my place. If you flee, I will find you and drag you back. Trust me, you won't like what happens then, Tony." He's willing to let Tony hide their relationship for now but if pushed, Tim will force it out in the open.
Swallowing carefully, Tony answers, "I understand." He isn't about to run, at least not at the moment. He makes no promises about later though.
"Good, come on, Pet."
The drive to Tim's is surprisingly stress free. He follows Tim's flashy car easily. No fear or doubt pulls at him. Maybe it is the trust Tim has in him or the way he felt when Tim promised to take care of him, even if that meant chasing after him. Tony supposes that it doesn't matter.
Tim grins smugly as a relaxed Tony keeps pace with him. This is Tony's first real opportunity to run and he's not taking it. He parks in the garage, waiting by his car while Tony parks on the street. Tony walks toward him, while his stride is less than his usual swagger, at least there is confidence in his step. Proud of him, Tim grabs the garment bag from him, takes his hand and leads him into his apartment.
Tony relaxes with his hand gripped in Tim's. Tim takes him to the bedroom, hanging up his garment bag in the closet and then snagging the little travel bag and setting it onto the bathroom counter. Then he's led back to the living room by the hand. Tim gently shoves him down onto the couch and drops down next to him. He snatches the controller and goes to the DVR to select the game they missed last night. Then he puts his feet up and relaxes into the couch, an arm around the back of Tony's seat. He nudges Tony, ordering, "Relax, I'm not going to jump you." Tim grins and teases, "Least not yet. Enjoy the game."
A part of him wonders for the hundredth time what the hell he's doing but then Tim tugs him backward, encouraging him to sink into the comfortable couch. Tony decides to go with it. He relaxes and starts to watch the game. Watching the ball soar over the fence, Tony wonders what his life would be like if he'd played professional baseball instead. He knows he wouldn't be here, that's for sure. The question is would his life be better or worse. His mind supplies the answer immediately: worse. Law enforcement taught him morals and discipline, even if it isn't obvious all the time. He isn't just another dumb jock here, his brain is valued at NCIS. It gave him family. Tony is drawn from his thoughts when Tim's slim fingers start playing with his short hair and goosebumps prickle his skin at the easy caress.
The rest of the game continues like that, with Tim casually caressing his body as if conditioning him to get used to his touch. It seems to work as by the game's end, Tony somehow finds himself solidly pressed against Tim while arching into the fingers massaging his scalp.
Satisfied by the progress made, Tim announces it's time to eat lunch. Since neither wants to take the time to cook, they order out. Tony shrugs when Tim rejects his offer to kick in his part for the food, figuring he can get it next time. While Tim answers the door, Tony selects a movie from Tim's collection. Tim comes back with the food and Tony starts the film. It'd be like every other time they've done this if not for Tim sneaking kisses in between bites or slowly licking the sauce that dribbles down Tony's chin.
They finish the movie, giving them time to digest their food. But as soon as the credits start to run, Tim announces, "I'm ready for a run. You?"
Tony grins, "See if you can keep up with me."
Running with Tim is comfortable, their strides match effortlessly. Tony is grateful for the opportunity to empty his mind of everything but putting one foot in front of the other. Two miles in, Tony relaxes and lets himself enjoy running beside Tim.
Less than half a mile from Tim's apartment, Tony nudges Tim, "Race you back? Loser makes supper?"
Tim grins back, "You're on."
The two of them sprint off, keeping even until Tim grabs Tony's butt, who stumbles in surprise. Tim laughs loudly and continues to run.
Tony yells after him, "You dirty, rotten cheater!" Then chases after him.
Tim keeps running, laughing the whole way as Tony yells curses at his back. Slick with sweat and trying to catch his breath, Tim waits outside his apartment for Tony.
Breathing hard, Tony finally catches up. He glares at the smug man, accusing breathlessly, "You're. A. Cheater!"
Tim waves off the accusation. "You're just mad you didn't think of it first and lost."
Tony pouts, not about to admit that's true.
Tim smirks but refrains from gloating further. "Come on, shower time." After a five mile run, they both are sweaty and in need of a refreshing shower.
They waste no time stripping and stepping into the shower together. Thankfully, Tim's shower is large enough to fit them both at the same time. Tony concentrates on scrubbing himself clean and doing his best not to think too deeply. He startles when Tim's fingers start to lather his hair with shampoo. "Wha?"
Tim snickers behind him at his unintelligible question, continuing to massage Tony's scalp. "Relax."
It seems he has to deal with a lot of firsts with Tim. Showers with past girlfriends usually meant one of two things, either shower sex or being shoved to the back of the shower, cold and ignored. But Tim never ignores him. He's definitely never had his hair washed before doing this with Tim. It is kind of nice, not that he'll ever admit that out loud. Instead, he grumbles quietly about being perfectly capable of washing his own hair while making no effort to stop it.
Which Tim, of course, notices. Ignoring the false complaining, Tim guides Tony's head under the spray and washes the shampoo from his hair.
Before all this happened, Tony would no doubt have joked about how gay this is. But he can't bring himself to do it. Rather he turns around and decides to return the favor to Tim's amusement. Plus, everything he and Tim have done this weekend has been gay. Pretty hard to deny that.
Tim smirks at Tony, enjoying the shyness in Tony's touch and face as his own short hair is washed. Rinsing Tim's hair, Tony stares at him. The moment is intimate in a manner Tony quickly finds himself uncomfortable with. He pushes Tim against the wall of the shower and kisses him thoroughly. Sex he understands very well, sex he can deal with, even if it's gay sex.
Tim kisses back forcefully, switching their positions. Then he slides a hand down Tony's slick body and starts to pump his growing erection. Tony groans, the firm, skilled hand feels amazing. "Ready for me again, Pet?"
"I-I," Tony stutters, voice trailing off as Tim's fingers move to tease the seam of his ass.
"Do you remember what I said, Tony? How I was going to fuck you sloppy? Make your ass burn and ache so much you won't be able to sit without remembering how much you love having me inside you."
Tony shudders, his cock twitching at the thought of being taken again.
Tim presses messy kisses to Tony's neck, "Tomorrow we go back to work, Tony." He doesn't let his boy freak out about that though, promising, "I'm going to make sure you can't forget for a second that you belong to me." He flicks the water off and steps out, Tony stumbling after him. Tim tosses him a towel before drying himself off.
Feeling Tim's heated gaze, Tony dries off quickly. He peeks at him, shivering at the lust he sees in Tim's eyes. Without a word, he slinks around Tim out of the bathroom to stand beside the bed.
Tim grins to himself, planning all the things he wants to do to Tony. Strutting into the bedroom, he orders his boy on his back on the bed. It gives him a thrill how eagerly Tony complies. He shoves a pillow under him. "Stay." Tony's eyes follow him as he finds what he's looking for: black leather cuffs. "Didn't I tell you I would tie you to my bed?" Tim taunts, shaking the cuffs.
Tony swallows, discovering he very much likes this idea. He offers his wrists, not putting up any resistance when they are buckled into the cuffs and then raised above his head to be secured to the headboard. Tony tugs experimentally, testing the hold of the restraints.
"Beautiful," Tim exclaims, sitting back to admire his boy carefully. Tony stares up at him, looking intoxicatingly submissive, relaxed and pliant despite or perhaps as a result of being cuffed. Lust clear in his face and his eyes. His legs spread open, hard cock on display for Tim's appreciative eyes. "Absolutely gorgeous." Tim's expression turns dirty as he leans forward to trail a finger down Tony's inner thigh. "And all mine," he vows possessively.
Yours, Tony echoes in his mind.
Making a decision to leave the nipple clamps for another day, Tim gets off the bed. This time he comes back with a blindfold, which he holds up questioningly. "Trust me, Pet?"
Tony's eyes go from the blindfold to Tim's face and back. He understands the amount of trust involved in acceptance. It's not a decision he makes lightly because it means he not only can't use his hands and arms but he won't be able to see either. Answering sincerely, Tony promises, "Absolutely." He has trusted Tim with his life for years but now, he trusts Tim with everything. Tony closes his eyes and waits for Tim to blindfold him. The loss of his sight makes him more conscious of his vulnerability. Tony's bound hands twitch and for a second he starts to panic.
But Tim lays a reassuring hand on his heart. "Shh, Pet, I've got you." Tony calms. "That's it. Relax and just feel. Let me take care of you. Remember, all you need to say is red and I'll stop immediately."
Tony relaxes further, remembering Tim's explanation from before. He can stop this at any time; he has control even being tied and blindfolded. Tim would never force him, never take advantage of his vulnerability.
Tim strokes every inch of Tony's body with his hands. He kisses his boy's lips softly, trailing kisses down his neck and down his body. Tim sucks a purple mark on Tony's inner thigh.
"Tim," he moans.
Tim's answer is to lap at the leaking tip of his cock, tracing the vein on the underside with his tongue. He opens his mouth and sinks down, sucking softly. Tony bucks and squirms, the feeling all the more intense because he's blindfolded. It's overwhelming and incredible. Tim eases back to grab lube, slicking his fingers. He takes Tony back into his mouth while he stretches him. Tony's hips jerk up as Tim presses against his prostate. "TIM!" He sucks harder before taking Tony into his throat and swallowing. "Oh, oh, oh!" Tony screams, falling limp as Tim drinks him down.
"Such a good boy for me," Tim praises. He finishes stretching him. "Ready for me, Tony?"
He opens his eyes lazily, forgetting all about the blindfold, to find only darkness. "Yeah." Tony is pleasantly boneless from his orgasm.
Tim lifts Tony's ass into his lap. His cock brushes against the seam of his ass. Tony wants to reach down blindly, to glide a hand up Tim's thigh to find his cock. To hold it steady while Tim presses forward and sinks into him. But he's stopped by the cuffs, Tony tugs on them. "Tim, Sir, I want—"
"I know what you want, Pet." Tim rocks his hips, pressing teasingly between Tony's cheeks.
Tony wants it, to feel Tim's cock press inside him. To feel full in a way he never has before Tim. He craves it like a drug. "Fuck me."
Tim's voice is teasing as he says, "Well, you were good for me, weren't you, Pet?"
"I was. I was so good." If he wasn't frantic and eager, Tony would be embarrassed by his words.
"I should reward you then, shouldn't I?"
"Yes. Yes."
Tim grins at Tony's eagerness. "What about a very special reward for my very special boy?" he asks, palming Tony's ass.
Tony takes only a moment to make the connection. "Oh, please, Sir! I've been so good." He can't help but wiggle in anticipation. He wants it badly.
Tim unbinds the cuffs from the bed, leaving both the cuffs and blindfold on, he flips Tony onto his stomach. He manhandles Tony onto his elbows and knees. Tim spreads his legs to give Tony some stability. "Now, Pet, you have a choice. My hand," Tim offers, stroking his large hand over Tony's bare buttocks. "Or a paddle."
Tony's cock twitches in excitement. He isn't sure which he wants more. To feel Tim's bare hand marking his body or the hard, unyielding wooden paddle. "Either. Both. You choose, S-Sir." His voice trembles with eagerness.
Pleased, Tim suggests, "Why not both. Do you think you can take ten from each?"
Shivering, Tony admits, "I don't know if I can go that long without coming, Sir."
"Your reward is getting to come, Pet. My reward is marking your pretty little ass all red again."
Tony shudders. "Please."
"Hand first, I think. Are you ready, Pet?"
He nods furiously. He still can feel the last spanking and he wants more. Tony wants to be able to feel it tomorrow every time he sits down, every step he takes. He wants to be unable to deny any of it. Not the pleasure he feels getting spanked or getting fucked.
Tim runs his hand over Tony's bare skin, building the anticipation for them both. "I want you to focus on nothing but how it feels. Understand, Boy?"
"Yes, Sir." He shifts anxiously, ears straining to hear the slightest movement, trying to anticipate the first strike. Tony waits and waits, eagerness and anxiety building with every passing second. Tony is panting when Tim spanks him the first time. His breath hitches and his cock hardens at the first burst of pain. Only Tim's hand is touching him this time. Tony has no other contact, his bound hands clutch the sheets as his body absorbs the blow. It's more intense than before, with the blindfold and the lack of connection with Tim's body. The second hit is just as hard. Tony moans brazenly. The feeling of it lingers deliciously. Again and again, Tim's hand strikes his ass. Tony savors how Tim never strikes the same place twice, sending tingles of pain all over his ass and thighs. He is in a daze by the tenth strike. He barely notices Tim getting up to grab the paddle. Tony groans out a shaky breath as the hard paddle glides across his reddened skin. "Oh fuck, oh god." His cock jerks and leaks in anticipation. It's going to hurt so good.
Tim brings down the paddle medium hard, wanting to show Tony the difference between hand and paddle without overwhelming him. He watches Tony's cock drip as the pain radiates through him. His boy loves it. His second strike has the same power. Tony pushes his ass back, clearly wanting more, just as Tim knew he would.
"Please, Sir. Plea—"
Tim cuts him off with the third hit, putting more power into his swing.
Tony's body jolts forward and he shudders.
Again.
Tony whimpers, his fingers clenched in the sheets with a white knuckle grip, trying to keep from coming too soon.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
The power in the swings impacting his body makes him recoil and every time Tony snaps back into position. Tony trembles, gasping and keening uncontrollably. His ass on fire and still he needs more. "M-More."
SMACK.
It's too much and Tony cries out as the orgasm is torn out of him. His knees shake with the force and Tony wants to collapse forward.
"I'm not done, Boy," Tim growls, pressing harshly on Tony's red skin. "Lock those knees."
A word from Tim and Tony forces strength into his legs. Oversensitivity from his orgasm and the previous hits makes the last ones more intense but he endures, his dick gallantly trying to harden again.
Tim lays down the paddle, then strokes his hands over the heated skin of Tony's ass and thighs. He smiles at Tony's moan and how his cock gives a valiant twitch. Knowing Tony is exhausted, Tim lies down beside him. He tugs Tony over, so his boy is on his back on top of him. Tim spreads his own legs and plants his feet on the bed, then lifts Tony into position. He lines up and presses inside, pulling a needy cry from Tony.
Still feeling content from his release, Tony is limp as he feels Tim's cock push into him. The pressure of Tim's body against his heated skin and the fullness is overpowering. Everything is somehow both familiar and achingly new. A part of him wants to rip off the blindfold and the other hungers to keep it on for how good, how intense it makes everything feels. Tony's insides go weak as Tim lifts him up and down his cock with ease. Tim is stronger than he looks.
Tim growls as he fucks into Tony harder, seeking to claim his boy once more. His mind chanting, Tony belongs to me now. He slams Tony's unresisting hips down, pushing as deep as he can go before lifting him and doing it all over again. Tim wants Tony to feel this tomorrow, to feel an ache in his ass, his thighs, and most importantly inside him. His grip on his thighs tightens as Tony starts to move his own hips, fucking himself on his dick. His boy moves harder, squeezing his passage enticingly. Tim thrusts up as Tony slams down, savoring the little needy noises Tony makes despite the fact his cock bounces limply.
Tony blindly reaches out to steady himself to get more leverage, focusing solely on Tim's release. His own cock is too tired to do more than twitch weakly. Tony grinds down, pleasure bursting in his chest at Tim's harsh breathing and repeated moans.
At the edge but needing more, Tim rolls them over unexpectedly. He yanks Tony to his knees and jackhammers into him again and again until he explodes. Tim's hips slow but don't stop. He loves how it feels, the slick slide of cum inside of Tony. "Don't move."
Tony freezes, wondering at the dark, possessive order but doesn't challenge Tim.
Tim pulls back slowly, taking the time to push the leaking cum back into Tony's hole. Then he quickly grabs a plug, large enough for Tony to feel it but not large enough to be painful, and lubes it up. Tim watches avidly as it sinks into Tony's well-used hole, locking his cum inside. He presses against the plug, pulling a whimper from Tony. "Beautiful. My cum locked inside you, where it's meant to be." Tim admires the plug, smug at the knowledge that his claim can't be denied while his cum remains inside Tony. "My gorgeous boy. So good for me."
Tony feels ridiculously pleased to hear Tim say that, like he's a love-starved puppy, which is strangely fitting considering how often Tim calls him pet.
"Sleep, Pet. I'm not done with you yet."
Tony yawns, replying sleepily, "Okay." He turns onto his side, finding a pillow and pressing his face against it with a sigh. In a blink, he's out.
Tony seems to have forgotten all about the cuffs and the blindfold. Tim feels a burst of pride at the trust his boy has in him. With loving tenderness, Tim unbuckles the cuffs and takes off the blindfold. He goes to the bathroom for a washcloth and wipes Tony clean. Then he snuggles behind Tony, smiling at his boy's contented sigh, and closes his eyes for a nap.
Their sex marathon weekend is almost over and actual plot is coming in the next chapter. This was supposed to just be a little oneshot but apparently this fic wants to turn into an actual story. So who am I to refuse?
Jethro (the dog, not Gibbs) is not owned by Tim and never has been. Since it wasn't him that chose Jethro (a dog that tried to kill him), I am not cool with my Tim owning him. I haven't decided whether this is because Abby never tried to force him to take Jethro or because Tim refused to be bullied. I admit I'm not exactly fond of Abby because of how callously and immaturely she has acted toward Tim in past seasons. Time will tell whether I write her as a jerk or a friend.