A/N: First of all, I am so sorry for the delay. I was caught up in family and the holidays last week, decorating and cooking like a madwoman. To top it off, this week half the bathrooms have gone out and between me pretending I know the difference between a joint and a filler and the plumber trying to explain everything – it's been an absolute horror story. My house is a complete mess at the moment to be completely honest, but oh well! You loves have waited much, much too long for this chapter. I promise to do everything in my power to get the next and final installment in as soon as possible. I hope you enjoy my story. Thank you for reading.
Side note: There are tags for the episode "Cover Story" (4x20). That's the episode where we meet McGee's publishing agent (…and her super gay assistant, a.k.a. Wilson Cruz *swoon*…), so this takes place seemingly a short time before that episode, if any of you were wondering.
Part Two
"You have a headache?" Tony shouted in disbelief, yanking on his boxers. His erratic movements slowed him down, and by the time Tony had his pants back on Gibbs was dressed as well and already halfway up the stairs. Tony chased after him, grabbing for the man. "What the hell is going on with you?"
"Nothing." Gibbs barked, pulling his arm away.
"Leroy Jethro Gibbs!" Tony snapped, continuing to follow him up the stairs. "Talk to me. What is going on with you? I know you don't like filling in as director, but seriously-"
"Actually, you don't know!" Gibbs spun around, shoving Tony against the wall. "It's been a shitty week, all I want is some sleep, and my boyfriend is acting like some goddamn teenager who can't keep it in his pants!"
"Well open your fucking mouth and tell me!" Tony began returning the man's shouts, disappointment had turned to burning humiliation. "So that's what you think of me? I find you attractive and desirable so this must be my fault?!"
"I didn't say that!" Gibbs threw his hands up, pulling away from the younger man. "But you could show a little understanding!"
"I would love to 'show you some understanding', but I don't understand!" Tony spun the man around, putting him in the position he had just been in. His voice softened but the desperation was still right there, whispering in the edge of his voice. "I don't understand why it feels like we're in a rut. I don't understand why you don't want to make love to me in our bed or even take a shower together. I don't understand why you're suddenly satisfied with only one round."
"It's just been a bad week." Gibbs sighed, the anger between them dissolving. "I just want to go to bed. To sleep."
"So, our sex life – or lack thereof – is based completely on you?" Tony was not liking where this conversation was going at all. Without thought or waiting for an answer, the question that had been creeping at the back of his mind spilled out. "Are you still in love with me?"
"Tony…" Gibbs groaned, dropping his head onto the man's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around Tony before whispering in his ear. "…I love you. Nothing could ever change that, alright? But I've been working eighty hour weeks the past month, I'm fifty, and, contrary to popular rumors, I do require sleep."
Sighing, the young man began to turn away until the arm around his middle pulled him back.
"We might need to slow down sometimes. Is that really so bad?"
"Yes." Tony hissed, throwing Gibb's arm off of his body. "You drive me crazy! Literally fucking crazy! When you're working on the boat, the way you get dressed in the morning, those goddamn slaps to the head. Literally everything you do, Jethro! I thought the feeling was mutual, at least it used to be!"
"Look, Tony, I love you." Gibbs was raking his hands through his hair, looking away from the young man as he cut him off. "But I really do have a headache, can we just talk about this in the morning?"
"Forget it." Tony's hands were shaking as stormed back down the stairs, tugging on the rest of his clothes. "You don't have to do anything else with me."
"Tony, just-" Gibbs had followed him down the stairs, not that Tony cared.
"I said, forget it!"
With that, he spun on his heel and stormed out of the house accompanied moments later by the slamming of a car door.
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Cursing his way up the stairs, Tony hated himself for forgetting his go bag at work. Actually, I hate this whole fucking week, he gritted his teeth as he took the last few steps two at a time. Once he reached the landing, Tony jogged to his desk immediately seeing his things right where he had left them. He sat down as he double checked his duffel, making sure he had everything this time.
"Security card…key ring…badge…" he muttered, rummaging through his things. "Phone. Where's my phone?"
Realizing it wasn't in his pockets or his go bag, he began shuffling things around his desk.
"God damn it!" The agent released another string of swearing as a stack of papers avalanched to the floor. "Could this day get any fucking worse?!"
As he bent down to gather up the files, another stream of files slid off and hit him on the back of his head. Of course it could, he growled, collecting the strewn paperwork. Tony suddenly recognized his datebook under a nearby layer of documents and picked it up. It had been a few weeks since he used it, he knew and he wondered how he had forgotten about it. Thumbing through it, he landed on the current month. His eyes flew to a box circled heavily in red, a date only a few days away.
"Ten years." He whispered, his anger draining from him. Had it really been that long? He thought in disbelief, glancing back at the book. Nonetheless, in bold letters was written:
10 year anniversary LG+AD
Snorting, he actually remembered writing this down. He knew Gibbs thought anniversaries were important – after four wives, how could he not? – but they had agreed to only celebrate the important ones. Tony had actually found a calendar in the basement, hidden among the good booze that had all of his important dates written on it.
Shannon's and his wedding anniversary.
Kelly's birthday.
The holidays Jack would visit.
The day him and Tony had the exclusivity talk, the day they decided would be their anniversary.
Shortly after finding this, Tony had bought his own calendar and copied Gibb's.
Sighing, he shut the book and quickly picked up the fallen papers. By the time he was finished and had found his phone, Tony had decided against driving home. Shuffling to the elevator, bag in hand, he made his way down to Abby's lab. The couch in her office was practically singing to him.
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The remainder of the weekend passed. Tony holed up in Abby's office, breaking into her stash of Salt-O-Rama chips and the emergency Caf-Pow hidden in her evidence refrigerator. By the time Monday rolled around, he wanted nothing more than to raise the white flag and end this stupid fight with Gibbs. Strolling into the bullpen, freshly showered from the gym's locker room and dressed in his backup change of clothes, Tony felt his stomach flip when he saw Gibb's standing at his desk.
"Hey." Tony muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The older man quickly turned around, crumpling whatever he had been holding in his hand.
"Leaving you a note." Gibbs murmured, as Tony stepped behind his desk and dropped his bag. "Oh, you forgot your wallet at my place last night."
"Shepard not back yet?" Tony guessed, motioning toward his fistful of paper as he placed the wallet on his desk.
"No, not till Friday." Gibbs scoffed, tossing the note into the bin. "Last I heard."
"Can we call a truce?" Tony suddenly found himself whispering, as if they weren't the only ones on the floor.
"Please." Gibbs voice was hush as well, as he took a step closer to the younger agent.
"Let's go away this weekend. Shepard will be back. The team's not supposed to be on call. We could just focus on us." Tony was talking fast, uncertainty fueling his speech. "I don't like us like this. Me and you don't fight. This isn't-"
Gibbs cut him off, jerking Tony against him. He fisted his hands into the sides of the younger man's shirt before pressing their mouths roughly together. He held the kiss, gradually tilting his head until Tony was shuddering and his knees threatened to buckle beneath him.
"I don't like us like this, either." Gibbs broke the kiss, his hot, labored breathe brushing over Tony's lips. "Let's take vacation time. God knows we have more than we're even supposed to."
"You would take time off for me?" Tony smiled, not quite believing what he was hearing.
"Only for you." The older man punctuated every word with a kiss.
"I'll make the reservations."
"Somewhere nice."
"Somewhere special."
"It's a date." Tony pressed his mouth over Gibbs', as if he were sealing a deal.
Hearing the elevator roar to life they both jumped apart, immediately fixing their ruffled appearances.
"This is why there should be no us at work." Tony muttered, fixing his hair in the glare of his blank computer screen as Gibbs started up the stairs.
"You started it."
Before Tony could get another crack in, the elevator doors opened and the young agent sat down behind his desk. Plans were already coming together, ideas and whims bombarding him. A whole week off, he thought with a grin, determined to take advantage of every single second.
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Friday finally came and Tony was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. He had stayed late every night that week refusing to let unfinished paperwork delay their trip, as had the older agent. Not that either one had told the other, but Gibbs was spending his nights in the director's office to get his work done, while Tony was staying in Abby's doing the exact same thing.
Strolling into the bullpen having just sent off his last transfer of evidence form, Tony was all but running to the director's office. He had their tickets and receipts in his pocket for their trip. His overnight bag was already in Gibb's car. All Tony needed was to get Director Shepard's sign off on the team's request to be off call this upcoming week and taking vacation time, then they'd hit the road. Shepard had arrived that morning and Gibbs had been in a meeting with her the better part of the day.
Soon we'll be off to a cabin in the Shenandoah's, Tony smiled, reaching the top of the balcony with forms in hand. He was already thinking of everything he wanted to do with Gibbs to celebrate ten years together.
A wood burning fireplace.
Nobody around for miles.
Alone just the two of them.
Tony was lost in his thoughts as he made his way up the stairs. Stifling his ear-to-ear grin, he knocked on the director's door. Surprised to find not only Gibbs but nearly a dozen other agents inside, Tony's enthusiasm died down as he entered her office. They were surrounding her desk, glancing between their files and the screen above the conference table. Blueprints and surveillance photos were flashing across the monitor and was obviously the subject of their discussion.
"We have two agents inside the compound. When we move in to place, they'll have eyes on Bronson and his men." The director appraised the room, until her eyes fell on the man that had just entered the room. "Yes, Agent Dinozzo?"
"Request for shift exchange and time off. Team's been on call the last three weeks." Tony made sure to get right to the point. Whenever the older woman was in 'alpha-boss mode' she did nothing by halves, including retribution. Actually, especially retribution, Tony thought to himself as her frown deepened as she snatched the papers out of his outreached hand. Scanning over them quickly, she grabbed her pen then quickly put it down.
"Agent Gibbs is now a part of this task force. Remove his name from this and bring it back." She spoke sharply, returning the paper and all but dismissing him. "Before the end of the day, Agent Dinozzo." Glancing between Gibbs and Shepard for a moment, Tony's entire demeanor changed to the picture of professionalism.
"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you." Tony picked up the paper, not giving anyone another glance as he calmly walked out. Shepard continued her address, the circle of agents returning their attention to the case. Gibbs slipped out of the room, knowing if he wasn't between a rock and a hard place before he sure as hell was now. Before Tony could even reach the stairs that led down to the bullpen, the older man grabbed his upper arm and hauled him to the nearest empty hallway.
"Get your hands off of me." Tony hissed, fists balled at his sides. "I have paperwork to do."
He was pissed.
Royally.
"It's not what you think." Gibbs started but Tony didn't let him get very far.
"Oh, really?" Tony pushed the man away, spitting out every other word. "Because I think that's the Bronson case. I think that isn't your case. And I thought we had agreed to take time off together so we can fix whatever's fucked up between us. I thought you gave two shits about our relationship."
"I've been working the case on this end, and-"
"You volunteered! No way Shepard would put you on that task force unless you insisted on it!" Tony accused, having already pieced the puzzle together. "We had plans! This week was supposed-"
"I know! I know!" Gibb sighed, pulling the man farther down the hallway. "I'll make it up to you. We'll do something another time. I promise, Tony."
"Gibbs, it's-" Before Tony could finish, Shepard suddenly came out of her office followed by the handful of other agents.
"We have a problem. We're leaving." She ordered, waving her hand for him to follow. "Now."
"We'll go away another week, okay?" Without another word, Gibbs jogged after the director. Left standing there, Tony was livid as he watched the older man disappear around the corner. His perfect plans had crumbled right to the ground.
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"…Becoming the fucking Bundy's…goddamn English arms dealers…stupid cancellation policy…" Tony was muttering as he all but pitched his belongings into his pack. He had gotten his paperwork turned in that allowed the team time off and sent them home, despite his own ruined plans. Nope, instead of spending time with me, Tony thought bitterly, pulling on his coat, Jethro is pissing around with Shepard. "…Not that he even talked to me about it…"
"Uh, hey? Tony?" a voice suddenly spoke, drawing him out of his rant. Turning around, Tony recognized Ralph, one of the security guards. "Tom Ryder. Says he's looking for Agent McGee."
Tony suddenly noticed the person behind the security guard. A thin young man, late twenty's or early thirty's, dressed in an especially bold Versace suit, who looked about ready to have a heart attack. He was clutching a chunk of papers to his chest, practically hyperventilating.
"It's T-Todd Ryder actually." The man spoke up, still holding the package to his chest in a death grip. "I need to see Timothy McGee. I-Immediately."
"Well, he already left for the day." Tony shrugged, zipping up his duffel. "Just sent him home actually."
"I have to return his manuscript. Mr. McGee wanted it returned the moment Ms. Crawshaw was finished with it." The man moved closer, obviously trying to get the agent to understand his position.
"You can leave it on his desk." Tony offered, slinging the bag over his shoulder.
"It has to be tonight. In person." The man insisted, becoming even more panicked. "I've been to his apartment. He isn't responding to any of my messages. My job depends on this, sir. Please."
"Look, best I can do. I can take it and give it to him – in person – first thing tomorrow." Tony felt bad for the guy. At the moment he found himself particularly empathetic for a guy whose boss sounded worse than his own. Not like I have anything better to do, Tony sighed, realizing how pathetic that sounded. "Look, take it or leave it, kid. I'm headed home."
"You'll make sure he gets it first thing in the morning? As soon as possible?" He insisted, slowly releasing his hold on the packet. "This is extremely important."
"I'll make sure he gets it." Tony repeated, barely held back from rolling his eyes. The man tentatively handed over the manuscript, hesitating before releasing it into the agent's hands.
"Thank you." He looked far from relaxed, but his breathing had slowed down considerably. "Really, thank you."
"Sure." Tony muttered, as he watched Ralph escort the man out. Probably going to see more of McGeek than I will my own boyfriend this week, Tony scoffed at the pile of paper in his hands, before starting for the elevator.
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"Home, sweet home." Tony scoffed, locking the door behind him as he kicked off his shoes. His loving bed was the only thing he was interested in and made a bee-line for the bedroom. As he made his way across the apartment he undressed, dropping piece after piece onto the floor. Just as he crossed through his living room an unmistakable crunching sound reverberated through the room.
"God fucking damn it!" Tony screamed, pain shooting through him. Glancing down at the source of his swearing, he saw the remains of his drinking binge last week sticking out of his foot. Three jagged pieces of glass had pierced his sole, shallow but painful. That stupid tumbler, Tony remembered dropping it, silently cursing himself, I never picked it up. Gritting his teeth, he sat up against the couch before pulling the shards out of his foot.
As he freed the last piece and dropped it with the others onto the coffee table, Tony suddenly noticed McGee's manuscript had come apart and was now scattered across the floor. Groaning, he swept up the rest of the glass before crawling around the floor gathering up the papers.
"Oh, god…" Tony trailed off, trying to grasp the words flying from the pages he had picked up. "…what the hell?" Gingerly holding the sheet, Tony's pulse raced as he began to read.
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"I love hearing your screams, Tommy."
Humiliation and shame burned the young man a seductive shade of red, almost as sweet as the seed escaping the tip of his tortured cock. He tried to turn away, but Tibbs kept his young lover pinned to the bed.
"Stop, LJ! Please, let me cum! I can't take anymore!"
"Such disrespect." Tibbs sighed, digging his lithe fingers into Tommy's cheeks until his cries softened to tears. With his free hand, the older man wiped away the streams pouring from the young man's eyes. He shushed him, tilted Tommy's head to the side to gain access to the creamy skin along his neck. "You need to learn your place, Dinasso. I can't have you on my team if you can't remember who's in charge."
"The suspect was getting away, I-"
"This is exactly what I'm talking about, boy!" he growled, his hold tightening around his subordinate's mouth. As he spoke, he began stroking his length until it was once again rigid against the base of his stomach. "You don't know when to keep those pretty little lips of yours closed. But if you insist on keeping them open…"
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"McGee wrote about Gibbs and me!" Tony gasped, unable to take it all in "He wrote a sex scene between us!" Skimming through more pages, he found he was wrong. It was not a sex scene between LJ Tibbs and Thomas "Tommy" Dinasso. This was not an extension of his 'Deep Six' series.
It was a whole fucking book about the two men.
About their very dark, very adult, sexual relationship.
It was smut.
Tony gingerly picked up another page, and he soon discovered something else.
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"This isn't a good idea! I thought you were with Tibbs!"
"Oh, c'mon, McGregor. LJ doesn't mind if I play around a little bit." Tommy spoke seductively, sliding himself closer as he slipped a hand up his fellow agent's shirt. "And you look like you're just full of fun. Amy holding out on you again?"
"We're just taking a break right now!" McGregor defended, wanting to keep his private life just that – private.
"Well, while you're on a break…" Tommy took a step closer backing the younger man up until he was backed up against an empty desk. He didn't stop moving closer until they were chest to chest. "…why don't you try something a little more satisfying?" Before the analyst could say another word, Tommy had his hot mouth pressed over the man's closed lips. Rough hands jerked his suit jacket off of his shoulders before working their way further down.
Dress shirt.
Tie.
Belt.
One by one, they fell to the floor of the evidence locker. Tommy worked a hand into the younger man's trousers, fondling the wet and growing member trapped behind a pair of tightening briefs. Jim moaned at the friction, and Tommy took full advantage of his open mouth.
"Agents!" A booming voice barked. Spinning around, the young men were met with the sight of their boss, LJ Tibbs. Naked from the waist up, Jim reflexively tugged Tommy closer as if to cover himself up. "When I told you to take care of things down here, this is not what I meant!"
Dinasso and McGregor stiffened at their superior's word, frozen like deer caught in the headlights until they heard him speak once more.
"Did I tell you to stop?" Tibbs snarled at his subordinates, as he strode toward them like the predator he was. The moment he was in arm's reach of them, he grabbed their necks and spun them around so that Tommy was now against the desk and Jim was pressed between the two of them. Tibbs growled into the analysts' ear, his five o'clock shadow scratching the crevice of the young man's nape. "You enjoying what Dinasso is doing to you?"
The man in question had resumed stroking Jim the moment Tibbs pulled his trousers down, pooling at his feet.
"Yes."
"You like what I'm doing to you?" Tibbs asked, pressing a slickened fingers inside Jim.
"Yes." Jim cried out when the digit began to move in and out of him.
"Y'know, I don't like people who touch my belongings without asking first…" Tibbs buried another finger up the man's ass. "…usually."
"Sorry." Jim panted, his broad chest covered in a sheen of sweat. Tommy had sped up the pace on his front and Tibbs was eagerly mirroring the rhythm from behind. "M'sorry."
"You will be."
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As comprehension set in, Tony could only stare gaping at what his coworker, and friend, had written. McGee, or perhaps more accurately Thom E. Gemcity, had written a whole book about the three of them in a polyamorous relationship.
"Oh, my god." Tony repeated, his head spinning. He knew McGee wasn't as vanilla as he came off as – for god's sake, he had dated Abby – but still! "This is so…"
He struggled to wrap his mind around what Timothy McGee, the McGeek, his Probie, had imagined and produced.
"This is…" Tony stared at the pages in his hands, soaking in the words. "…so hot." Tony became entranced in the papers. He made quick work of picking them all up and putting them back in order. His curiosity had been piqued and his ruined weekend suddenly didn't seem so boring.
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By the time evening had rolled around, Tony was camped on one of his kitchen bar stools, halfway through the book and a nice bottle of wine.
"Who the hell can do that with their tongue?" Tony muttered, jumping when his cell suddenly rang out. Glancing at the caller ID, Gibb's face lit up the screen. Just as he started to click the 'ignore' button, an idea suddenly struck him. Tony picked up the page he was currently reading and then pressed 'talk'.
"Hey." Tony greeted, keeping his tone completely neutral.
"Hey." Gibbs said, surprise staining his greeting. Tony knew he been expecting the silent treatment, forced to leave a message instead of getting him on the phone.
"You alone?" Tony asked not wasting anytime, his eyes skimming the page.
"Yeah…" the older man hesitated. "…why?"
"I miss my lips around your cock." Tony read from the paper in his hand, putting on his best bedroom voice. "So big and hot."
"Tony!" Gibbs choked out. Tony smiled at the shock he heard in his boyfriend's usually stoic speech, before he picked up where he left off.
"I'd just suck on the head, tasting the pearl of pre-cum sitting on your slit. You'd taste so salty and sweet, I'd want more and more. I wouldn't be satisfied until I had every drop."
"Tony, I'm still on duty!" Gibbs hissed, but Tony could tell his words had their desired effect.
"Then I'd wrap my fingers around your base, so you couldn't release anything until I decided to let you. While I played with your tip, I'd slowly start to pump my fist up and down."
"…"
"Up. Down. Up. Down." Tony purposefully slowed his pace, smiling into the phone as he heard Gibb's breath become uneven. "Up and down."
"Baby." He was so close to begging, Tony knew.
"Just as you'd run your fingers through my hair, I'd swallow you until I had your thick cock all the way in my throat." Tony started reading from the page again.
"Don't stop." Gibbs was panting now, his heavy breathing resounding through the phone. And those are the magic words, Tony thought to himself, knowing he had the man right where he wanted him.
"Are you close?" He whispered.
"Tony, so close." Gibbs moaned.
"You feel good?"
"So good."
"You want me to make you feel even better?"
"Yeah, baby."
"Well, I have a headache, so not tonight. Maybe next week." With that, Tony hung up the call and turned off his phone for the night. Smirking, the younger man finished his glass of wine before turning in for the night with the remaining pages, content in the knowledge he would not be the one left wanting tonight.
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The rest of Tony's weekend consisted of delivery food, reading McGee's manuscript, and doing 'handiwork'around the apartment. By the time Sunday had rolled around, Tony had read it cover to cover and he was working his way through it for a second time. Which was what he was doing, when a certain visitor pounded on his door.
Tony pulled on his robe, never having gotten out of his pajamas, before treading to the door. He glanced through the peephole and was met with a very irritated looking Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Keeping the chain on, Tony opened the door. Through the gap, Gibbs looked even more upset.
"Open the door."
"It is open."
"Anthony!" He gritted out the younger man's name.
"Leroy." Tony returned coolly, not budging an inch. "Have a nice trip with Shepard?"
"It wasn't like that."
"Of course not. It's not like you put a case – a case that wasn't even yours, which you volunteered for – ahead of your boyfriend of ten years." Tony was calm, which Gibbs knew was worse than if he were screaming at him. "Oh wait, you did do that."
"Ten years?" Gibbs whispered, the tension leaving his shoulders.
"Yeah." Tony returned. "Ten years yesterday."
"I'm sorry." He was still murmuring.
"I'm not mad about a stupid anniversary, Jethro." Tony sighed, knowing he could count on both hands the number of times the man had broken rule six. "I don't like that work is more important than me."
"It's not-" Gibbs was cut off, Tony not letting the older man interrupt him.
"But I get it. We're federal agents. Our jobs are important." Tony exhaled, leaning against the door frame. "I hate that you didn't talk to me about joining that task force, you just decided without me. This is supposed to be a relationship. We're supposed to talk to each other about things like this, you're not alone anymore. This is a relationship, Jethro – between the both of us – and you need to remember to treat it like that."
"I really don't want to fight anymore." Gibbs heaved a sigh of his own, blue eyes locking onto hazel ones.
"I don't either." Tony agreed, before prompting the older man. "And…"
"I'm going to remember we're in a relationship together and I won't take that for granted."
"And…"
"And I'll talk to you about the important things."
"And…"
"And …" Gibbs grit his teeth, before telling Tony wanted to hear. "…I was in the wrong."
"Did you ever get off?" a small smile began to spread across Tony's face, his fingers tracing over the track of the lock. Gibbs suddenly leaned in, moving until their faces were a mere breathe apart.
"I'll tell you if you open the door." Gibbs voice was husky and low, mimicking their recent telephone conversation. Tony glanced downward, seeing the man's interest rise.
"I think I can guess." Tony smirked, his own tone dropping as he ghosted his mouth over Gibb's. "One last thing?"
"Yeah?"
"You gonna finish what you start this time?" He asked, simpering with a brow raised.
"Open the door and find out." Gibbs was sweet talking him now, leaning in for another kiss.
"Oh, I'll find out." Tony's grin disappeared as he pulled back before their lips could touch. "Believe me, I am going to find out."
Minutes later, both men were stumbling to the bedroom their clothes having disappeared the moment they were able to get their hands on each other. Tony pulled the comforter and sheets aside before pushing his lover onto the bed in one swift motion. He kneeled down, making a show for the older man of sucking his own fingers. Gibb's ass perched on the edge of the bed, Tony took advantage of the position and slipped a finger inside the older man.
"Oh, god!" Gibbs cried out, squeezing around the intruding digit. He cringed as Tony added a second finger, it had been well over a week since he'd been on bottom.
"You've gotten so tight." Tony smirked, sitting up. "You haven't been playing with yourself?"
"Quit teasing. It's been too long." Gibbs groaned, watching as his lover got up and straddled him.
"I like teasing you." Tony smiled, dropping kisses along his chest to his shoulders. He raised the older man's arms above him until they were against the rungs of the headboard. His lips fell onto Gibb's, sucking in the man's tongue as it traced over his own. Gibb's eyes closed with a moan and Tony made his move, slipping the cuffs that were around the rungs onto the older man's wrists. The moment the locks snapped into place, Gibb's eyes snapped open in surprise. Tony reassured him, enjoying having gotten the drop on his seasoned lover. "Believe me, you'll like it, too."
"I need you inside me, baby." Gibbs knew the younger man loved it when he begged. As big a talker as Tony was, he enjoyed the reciprocation even more. "I can't wait any longer."
However, when Gibb's looked up, the expression on his lover's face was anything but weakened. Tony grabbed the man's legs, jerking him up and slid a pillow under his lower back. Reaching over to the nightstand he pulled out a bottle of lube and a short but thick black butt plug. Gibb's groaned when he felt the slippery tip enter him a moment later.
"That isn't you, Tony. I want you." He moaned, jerking against his bonds. A sudden 'click' and the plug suddenly started to pulsate, opening Gibbs up even further. "Tony! I need you!"
"You'll get me after you're stretched out." Tony answered, smiling at Gibb's needy groans and arched back. Wanting to push him even farther, Tony slid back down between Gibb's legs. He dragged the man's legs over his shoulder, wetting his lips before puckering them.
A stream of cool breath hit Gibb's unsuspecting cock and gave a wild jerk. Tony didn't stop the torment until the man was a crying, dripping heap. When the stream of pre-cum had made its way all the way down Gibb's cock, Tony chose that moment to give the man relief.
"You're so amazing, Jethro." Tony whispered right before pressing his mouth over the older man's length and sliding a hand back around the base. Suddenly, Gibbs wanted nothing more than to reach forward and run his fingers through Tony's hair but was stopped by the restraints. The younger man laughed at the man's frustration, hollowing his cheeks as he took him further in.
"Tony, please!" The vibration coming from Tony's mouth pulsed around his cock, shattering the older man. Tony scraped his teeth against the shaft, pressing him deeper. He wanted Gibbs to know how much he needed him, wanted him. He replaced his fingers so they were now digging into the man's hip bones, before sucking Gibb's cock to the back of his throat.
"TONY!" Gibbs threw his head back into the pillow, pumping into his lover's mouth. He fell back down into the mattress, struggling to catch his breath. Tony continued sucking his cock, swallowing every spurt. Only after he was limp and sufficiently nursed did the young man release him.
"My turn."
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"Where…? How…?" Gibbs was lost in his recovery, flying sky-high after their fifth round unable to speak in full sentences. "What…?"
"Making up for lost time." Tony grinned, breathing just as hard as he laid next to his lover.
"All in one night?" Gibbs let out a huffing string of laughs, before his look turned more thoughtful. "Seriously, Tony, where did you learn that position?"
"I know how we should celebrate our anniversary."