Title- Unattainable
Author- PTBvisiongrrl
Part- 4/4
Date-
Rating – M
Pairings/Characters- Gibbs/Tony, Gibbs/Tony/Abby
Spoilers- through Season Three, Bloodbath, then AU (obviously )
WARNINGS- Explicit; depicts slash and multiple partner sex. If this makes you uncomfortable, DON'T READ.
Disclaimers- Unfortunately, I don't own any of these characters, and make absolutely no profit from taking them out to play…although Gibbs and Tony can frisk and cuff me ANYTIME, and Abby is a goddess.
Part Four- Returning the Favor
Gibbs studied Abby, her pale skin heavily flushed against the dark ink patterned across it and eyes bright as she lowered herself before him and Tony. Not a stitch of clothing on her, having just been thoroughly pleasured, she looked like a sated succubus.
The coarseness of her words hardened Gibbs more than the mere sight of her, though. He had waited for so long for this, imagined it during so many long, lonely nights—and again during many not-so-lonely nights in Tony's arms—that he knew there was no way he would be able to hold out tonight. Wanting to properly appreciate Abby's oral skills and truly fuck her the way he wanted to all in one night was not going to be possible. With a sigh of regret, he shook his head. "I'm not a teenager, Abbs. As much as I want your mouth wrapped about my cock, I need to fuck you more."
Abby's smile widened and didn't dim a single watt. "Oh, to hear you talk dirty, Gibbs, just makes me so wet."
"I may not be a teenager either, Lee—" Tony interrupted, "but I want those lips wrapped around me, Abs." Pulling Abby between his legs, Tony reached for his belt buckle.
Smacking Tony's hands away, she chuckled throatily. "Stand up, DiNozzo, and take these pants off. I don't want my work interrupted." Abby undid the buckle herself, sliding his pants' zipper down as well as the pants themselves.
Stripping him, she tossed Tony's clothing back into the room, lost among her own articles strewn about, and then playfully shoved him back down on the sofa. Turning to Gibbs, she pulled his arm until he stood, then got him out of his pants as well before maneuvering him to the coffee table behind her.
Both men, once she had them stripped and had the leisure to look them over more closely, were physically quite impressive, not that Abby had expected less. Gibbs was hard muscle, not softened by age, the kind of muscle earned in a life of physical activity, not the gym. Tony was muscled, too, but in a way that spoke more to good genetics than serious effort on his part. Where Gibbs was silver and his skin pale from hours spent in a saw-dusty basement, Tony was golden and sun-kissed. Both bore a sprinkling of scars, various locations and shapes attesting to a life of putting themselves in danger's way to save others. Both men wore the scars with a lack of self-consciousness, almost as if they didn't realize the marks were there anymore unless someone pointed them out.
Abby planned to spend several hours mapping out each and every scar one afternoon and learning the stories behind them.
As enjoyable as her view currently was, Abby had an agenda. Looking down, she licked her lips and settled her gaze in at groin-level. Tony was deliciously thick and fairly long; the head flared gently, purpling on the ridge. Gibbs was only slightly narrower than Tony but longer still, and the head mushroomed out slightly wider than the shaft. Both men were definitely above average, Abby noted in a haze of lust, imaging how each man would stretch and fill her.
As much as she wanted to taste Gibbs, Abby honored his request. Wrapping her hand around his member, she began slowly pumping him, keeping the pressure just this side of too rough but pacing it slow. The shallow breaths that escaped Gibbs's iron control, followed by low, aching moans, reassured Abby that she had chosen well.
A quick, deep kiss, her tongue's motions timed to those of her hand, had Gibbs wrapping his hand around the back of her head to pull her in closer. Ravaging her mouth, rocking his hips into her hands, Abby could tell that she was beginning to lose control of the seduction. Lightening up, pulling away, she met Gibbs's eyes, the desire in them dark and blazing.
"I don't want to forget about Tony," she breathed, moving her body back a little to give them space to find restraint.
"No, don't forget about our boy, Abs. I want to watch you suck him off tonight," Gibbs leaned back to make himself more comfortable on the coffee table. Wrapping his hand around hers, he continued her motions on his cock, smearing the now-dripping precum with both their hands.
Abby smiled, turning to face Tony. Her hand job for Gibbs didn't even slow down as she changed her focus. Looking at Tony for the first time in several minutes, Abby saw that Tony hadn't bothered to wait for her. His own hand was firmly stroking his erection, his eyes fixed on their lover's groin and Abby's motions there. "This is so hot, just watching you two."
"It can be so much hotter, Tony," Abby chuckled, leaning down to caress the head of Tony's penis with her tongue. She swirled the head around her tongue, rubbing the small nub of her tongue piercing just under the ridged edge. The catch in his breath told her he liked it. She did it a few more times before sucking a couple inches of his throbbing cock into her mouth. At his raspy moan, Abby slowly swallowed his entire length, taking him deep into her throat before pistoning up and down again.
Abby deliberately kept her actions at pleasurable, wanting Tony to enjoy it but not cum yet. She kept him on the edge longer than was polite before removing her hand from Gibbs's cock and turning to completely concentrate on Tony. In her new position, Tony could take control of her mouth, adjusting speed and angle with mild force, without worrying about giving her discomfort, and he immediately did so. Worshipping his cock, allowing Tony to fuck her mouth as he saw fit, she simultaneously raised her ass in invitation to Gibbs.
Gibbs had gotten lost in watching Tony's cock disappear and reappear between Abby's dark red lips. Finding Abby's hand gone, Gibbs had resumed his own much milder stroking, enjoying the sensation, though not nearly as much as watching Tony and Abby together. But once her ass was presented to Gibbs like an offering, and Gibbs was sure Tony was being well taken care of, he could no longer help himself. He had to fuck her, had to have her, needed to feel those clenching walls grip him as he drove her over the mindless edge into pleasure. So he pushed the coffee table back, got onto his knees, and gripped Abby's hips tight enough to bruise. He lined himself up, plunging into her with one deep, swift stroke.
Her cry was deep, gutteral, in answer. Never pausing her mouth on Tony, she rocked back against Gibbs, enticing him into the serious fucking she wanted from him. Pulling most of the way out, he slammed back into her as she pushed against him. He could feel the tip of his penis brush against her cervix, telling him that he was buried as deeply into her as he could go; from her cry of pleasure, he could tell that she liked the feeling as much as he did.
Abby was tight, so tight that every movement brought cascading waves of pleasure to him. There was no way that he would be able to hold out for very long, but he wanted to feel her orgasm around his cock before he exploded within her. Adjusting his kneeling stance, pulling her ass back and down some, he fucked her hard, fast, and deep. He made sure that each movement created friction against her G-spot, that every downward stroke slammed his balls hard into her clit.
Watching Lee's struggle with control made Tony begin to lose his own. Tangling both hands into Abby's loosening pigtails, Tony began to more forcefully use Abby's mouth, chasing his own orgasm.
Still sensitive and throbbing from her first, enjoying the feel of both her men using her to find their own pleasures, Abby soon tipped over into her next orgasm from Gibbs's hard fucking. Struggling for breath, she sensed the moment before Tony followed her with a loud oath, coating her throat with thick, hot spurts that she greedily swallowed. Feeling Abby grasp his cock yet again, seeing (and hearing) Tony's familiar reaction to release, better in real life than in any fantasy he has had about the three of them—Gibbs had no choice but to join them, unable to hold back any longer.
He came with a deafening yell, harder and longer than he had in some time; his vision darkened on the periphery, with white-hot shooting lights playing at the edges. It took several minutes for him to return to himself. When he did so, he found Abby resting her head against Tony's thigh, Tony playing gently with her dark locks, and both his lovers studying him.
Tony was the first to notice Gibbs was 'back.' "You okay, Lee?" he asked.
Gibbs leaned back, removing himself from Abby with a wet sound and immediately feeling bereft of her warmth. Slowly rising, Lee leaned down to kiss first Abby, noting the taste of Tony on her, and then rose to kiss Tony as well. "Couldn't be better," he answered, leaning against Tony and pulling Abby back into their lap. "Would you stay tonight, Abs? We can just head up to bed—"
Abby's smile was tired, but wide. "Sure," she agreed. "But bathroom first, please?"
Tony lifted her up, slight as her lean figure was, and carried her up the stairs. He had to feel the sticky wetness Lee had coated her with dripping down her inner thighs as he held her. He didn't stop at the bathroom, though, or even Gibbs's bedroom, but continued up another set of steps behind a wooden door that Abby had never seen before. Gibbs followed closely behind, stopping only long enough to flip a lock on the door once he closed it.
Overhead lights went on just as Tony reached the top of the steps. The exposed room held a massive king sized bed, a few pieces of obviously hand-made furniture that Abby would lay money on Gibbs having made himself, and another door, this one already half-way opened. Tony pushed the door open the rest of the way and carried her through. Entering exposed a large, modern bathroom that, along with the secret attic suite she had never seen before, seemed out of place in Gibbs's rather plain, lived-in home.
Tony sat Abby bare-assed on the surprisingly warm tiled sink-top. "Fresh towels are in this closet," Tony said, pulling out a stack of forest green linens and placing them next to Abby, "and soap and shampoo are already in the shower, if you need them."
Running warm water in the sink, dampening a wash cloth before wringing it out, Tony began cleaning up Abby. It was an intimate moment, more about closeness than about the recent sex. Almost kneeling down in front of her, Tony wiped away the evidence of sex, rinsing the cloth as needed. His actions made Abby blush; she may have done a lot of things with a lot of people, but not one had ever taken such thoughtful care of her afterwards.
Of course, it had been a long time since she had trusted anyone enough to dispense with condoms altogether. Abby preferred skin-to-skin contact, but had never gotten lost in the moment like she did with Tony and Gibbs. Any condomless sex had always been negotiated ahead of time, with clean medical records a prerequisite. Tonight, the idea of a condom had never even crossed Abby's mind. That spoke more to her level of trust with these men than anything else they had done tonight.
Finishing up, Tony rinsed the wash cloth one last time before tossing it into the laundry chute. "If you want to use the whirlpool tub, I can set it up for you." Luckily, she shook her head no, because just then Tony smothered a yawn. Brushing a kiss against Abby's forehead, he drew her into his arms. "You are so hot, Abs, you wore me out." Smiling crookedly at her, he made his way out, shutting the door behind him.
Lee was waiting in bed, having already run downstairs and washed up himself. His bare chest was exposed, blanket and sheet bunched at his waist. "Is she okay?"
Tony paused to kiss Lee, deep and passionate. "I think so. A little overwhelmed, a little tired—not that you can blame her. I mean, she is just so—sexy. God, that was better than I had ever imagined—"
"Are you leaving me for Abby?" Lee joked, real laughing spilling out.
"Never. Why leave when I can have you both?" Tony gently chided back. Kissing Lee once more, Tony rose. "I'm going to go clean up, too."
Lee watched Tony's ass until he disappeared down the steps. Laying back, he studied the night sky through the huge window opposite the bed; he had pushed aside its interior shutters to allow a cool breeze to creep through the small crack the window was opened. Abby must have simply washed up, forgoing a shower, since it was mere minutes after Tony when she finally emerged from the bathroom.
"Holy crap, Gibbs," she said as she slid into the bed on Tony's side before worming her way to the middle. "When did all this appear? I never even knew you had an attic!"
"Oh, that would all be part of the story of me and Tony. There will be plenty of time for that later." Reaching out to put his arm around her, he pulled her against his side and settled her head on the pillow of his upper arm. "Too tired for all that tonight, though, Abs. I'm an old man and need my sleep."
"Old man my ass," Tony exclaimed as he came back up the steps.
"Bed, Tony!" Lee directed. "I need my rest, if we're going to continue this in the morning."
Hitting the lights, Tony literally catapulted into the bed, making the occupants bounce along with him. "Well, since I really want to do that again, and then again, and as soon as possible—"
Lee leaned over Abby to kiss Tony silent. "I love you, Tony. And you were right. I'm glad we told Abby." Turning back to Abby, Lee kissed her good night as well. "I love you, too, Abs."
Abby kissed him back, savoring her sudden turn of luck with men. "Love you, too, Gibbs." Tony's arm draped over Abby, resting his hand on Lee's chest. Turning her head into Tony, Abby kissed him as well, happy to find the kiss returned. It was gentle, undemanding—a kiss to settle things down, not wind her up. Pulling away for air, Abby smiled at him. "Love you, too, Tony."
Settling down in a tangled pile, it wasn't long before their breathing slowed into the evenness of sleep.