(see warnings in chapter 1)
Chapter 4
Consummation
Four weeks later, March 30, 2009, Washington, DC, cinema parking lot
Gibbs says, "Get in, dammit," and wrestles Tony into the pitch black of the back seat to continue what he'd started in the parking lot. It feels even colder inside the car than outside, if that's possible. They kiss for a short while, though Tony knows that Gibbs wants to fuck him without any more foreplay than is absolutely necessary. He doesn't mind. Fast or slow, it's always good to have Gibbs inside of him, and he'll do whatever he wants. Knowing that without fail Gibbs will take the lead means the pressure is off him. He might put up a bit of a fight, but Gibbs will always win. It's just the way it is between them, ever since they first met.
When Gibbs accidentally knees him in the groin, Tony complains, "Shit, this seemed a lot easier when I was a teenager." Gibbs doesn't seem at all put out by the cramped quarters, and somehow he turns Tony over and strips him of his pants before he can do it for himself. Apparently that is one of Gibbs' hidden talents. With a purring growl, Tony says, "Rrrrow, I love it, all caveman."
Gibbs' reply is to smack his ass. Tony squeals, partly in surprise and pain, because it was a stinging blow, and partly in delight. One thing about having sex with a man, and especially sex with Gibbs, is that there's a roughness, a heavy handedness that he never got from any woman, and he likes that – a lot. Tony asks, "You're not gonna spank me with a copy of the Geneva Conventions, are you, Boss? Articles 13 to 16 state that prisoners of war must be treated humanely–"
Gibbs growls, "Guinness got it across the face, not the ass," referring to a scene in the movie.
"I can take any punishment you want to dole out," Tony counters hopefully as he gets on all fours, hands and knees braced on the black vinyl seat, his ass exposed to the cold air. He's still wearing his leather jacket and turtleneck, and his Burberry plaid scarf is wrapped around his neck, which makes the nudity of his lower half seem all the more blatant, especially with his cock aroused and bobbing in the frigid air and his balls swinging heavily to and fro. The sensation of Gibbs' clothing rubbing across his skin – because Gibbs' version of undressing is simply unzipping his fly, pulling out his dick, and getting on with it – is immensely erotic. Immediately Tony's cock springs to attention and he strokes himself and moans, but he needs both hands to remain balanced on the back seat.
Tony can see out of the car window that the cinema is closing up, the exterior lights turning off one by one. "What if someone sees us?" Gibbs doesn't reply but he can't let it go. "They might have a security guard, and–"
Tony is cut off when Gibbs' strong hands grip his hipbones and tugs him back, almost aggressively, against his groin. "I'll protect you," Gibbs says gruffly. Tony's about to say something else, like he knows that Gibbs gets off on making love in public places, when there's a familiar feeling of the head of Gibbs' cock nudging bluntly at his hole, and it renders him wordless. He closes his eyes with a sigh and lets Gibbs take over.
Tony knows Gibbs' cock well by now, its varying colors and sizes, and the fat vein on its underside that Tony loves to trace with a sloppy tongue, just so he can feel Gibbs shudder and grip his hair and call out his name. There's pressure and Gibbs inhales loudly, and with a roll of his hips he's in. There's the sense of fullness that, for some reason, comes as a surprise to Tony every time Gibbs fucks him. It's not as if they haven't done it plenty of times in the past couple of weeks, just that it's a shock, and an invasion that seems unnatural at first. Being skewered by Gibbs never seems quite so scary once he starts to move. They'll settle into a natural rhythm and Gibbs will take care of him, Tony knows.
Tony can feel Gibbs' cock thicken even more as soon as it's inside of him, and the heat of it is a powerful contrast to the chill air inside the classic car. Without any niceties, Gibbs begins thrusting, each stroke long and sweeping just like the way he planes the smooth wooden planks of his boat's hull. Gibbs' thrusts are consistent, and he maintains a firm downward pressure, gradually increasing the amount of force he puts into every stroke.
It doesn't take long for Tony to let himself go, and as soon as he submits, Gibbs makes a sound of approval. Although Gibbs can't possibly see Tony smile in response, he places a wet, searing kiss on the tender, exposed flesh behind his ear, just above the plaid woolen scarf, and murmurs, "Good, that's it."
By now Tony's eyes have adjusted to the darkness and he can make out the vapor from their breath steaming up the windows. Gibbs is emitting regular exhalations, grunting like a steam engine working its way up a steep grade. Within a few minutes he's riding Tony's ass hard enough to make them both forget everything except for their impending orgasms. Soon the thrusts become erratic, and Tony's having a hard time staying on his hands and knees. He's being driven forward an inch at a time until his head presses against the panel of the door, so he reaches out blindly and braces one hand against the door and pushes back. Gibbs doesn't let up, pounding away in Tony's ass. Tony cries out because it feels like Gibbs' thick cock is being rammed in so deep he'll never recover from the pummeling he's getting. His ass was so bruised after horseback riding in Arizona that he could barely sit down for a week, but this is different, a much more intimate kind of pain.
Gibbs hits Tony's prostate again and again, and Tony's mouth is open wide, drawing in great mouthfuls of air. He's making animalistic noises that are being drawn from the depths of his belly. Gibbs is moaning and crying out, "Damn it, fucking damn it," like he always does. There's a certain mystery to those words; the one time Tony asked what the 'damn its' were all about Gibbs shrugged and looked uncomfortable. Tony just hopes that Gibbs isn't beating up on himself for something he thinks he's done – or hasn't accomplished – so he makes sure to tell Gibbs, later when they're cooled off, how incredibly great it was. And Tony always means what he says.
When Gibbs reaches around and takes hold of Tony's cock, slick with pre-come, and rubs his callused thumb hard across its sensitive head, Tony can't control the obscene, guttural cry that spews from his mouth. "Jesus fuck! Fuck!" Tony spasms and his muscles clench down and he can feel Gibbs coming, hard, deep inside of him, and his entire body flushes and trembles in response. For the first time since they got back from Arizona, Tony feels hot.
Gibbs is shouting something in his ear, but Tony is deaf to the meaning. Tony's hips are jerking, thrusting into Gibbs' fist that's clenched way-too-tight around his shaft. His balls feel impossibly tight and he comes, spurting thick streams into Gibbs' hand and across the back seat of the car, and the thought that 'at least vinyl is easy to clean up' runs through Tony's foggy brain before he passes out.
When Tony slowly comes to, Gibbs is weighing heavy on his back with his dick still buried inside of him, and he is whispering into the back of his neck, "Love you."
Tony is sure that Gibbs has no idea he's awake, and that he has heard his soft declaration of love.
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1:30 AM, March 31, 2009, at Gibbs' house in Alexandria
It's late, but Tony sneaks out of their warm bed and opens up his laptop that's sitting on top of the tall bureau. He glances back at the sleeping figure huddled under the heavy covers, and waits to make sure Gibbs hasn't awoken before he proceeds. Tony goes online and, with a few clicks, orders the special edition DVD of 1957's The Bridge on the River Kwai, making sure he hits the option for the fastest delivery. Just before he clicks on the button that says 'confirm' he goes back to do more shopping, and adds two more items to his cart: a box of travel-size lube packets, and an industrial-size bottle of heavy duty upholstery cleaner.
Gibbs grumbles when Tony returns to bed, complaining about his cold feet. He sleepily nuzzles at Tony's neck and Tony turns his head so they kiss. It's nice, gentle and familiar, and he smiles and runs his hand lovingly down Gibbs' cheek.
Gibbs stills, searching Tony's eyes, and then he envelops him in a hug. He surprises Tony by saying, with great conviction, as if he's only just realized it and has to say the words aloud, "I love you, Tony."
Tony smiles and replies, "Yeah, I know, Jethro."
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Note: I had a couple of comments suggesting I dropped the ball on this story (or non-story) - which is true. I had a hard time getting into writing and had some health issues the past few months - however I'm back on the ball now and I may (no promises) rework this or write a sequel to complete the circle and make it more cohesive. Thanks for all who let me know they enjoyed it.
