Title: The Favor
Chapter 2
SLASH/MATURE: Don't like, Don't read
Summary: A favor for a friend forces Gibbs to face something he's been denying for decades. Will giving in get him everything he's ever wanted or will he lose everything all over again.
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Laying in the bed on his back, Tony groaned as he felt the drumming in his head. Swallowing, his throat was as dry and tasted like cotton. He ran his hands down his face as he slowly let his eyes flutter open, the bedside lamp was still on. Beer and Bourbon, never a good combination. Closing his eyes again, he sighed when images of the earlier dream flashed through his mind. It seemed so real,,,Gibbs finally giving in to the attraction between them. Gibbs sucking his cock then taking him. He instantly felt his cock start to harden. God even his body felt as if he'd had sex. Rolling towards the night stand he grabbed the bottle water sitting there and took a long swig. Putting the water bottle down the words raced through his mind This isn't a dream. I'm here in Paris, I'm not an apparition or a dream. His heart suddenly thumped against his chest. It couldn't be. Slowly he laid back down then turned his head to the side. His eyes landed on the man laying next to him.
Gibbs was on his back, the sheet pulled up just above his navel, one arm folded above his head. Tony stared at the man a moment, part of him still believing he was asleep and dreaming, but then his mind again flashed images from earlier. Their bodies joined, his release, Gibbs biting his neck, then the older man finally giving in. Touching the side of his neck, Tony felt the raised marks and started to believe. Tentatively, he reached out, his hand shaking as he gently touched the man's chest and felt the solid form beneath his fingers. Rolling towards Gibbs, Tony's hand involuntarily caressed up Gibbs' chest. His lips pressed a kiss to the center of the older man's chest then kissed his way up until he brought them face to face and he was staring down into steel blue eyes.
"I thought it was all a dream." Tony whispered.
Gibbs shook his head as his hand gently cupped Tony's cheek, his thumb brushing across the younger man's lips.
The gesture caused Tony to lean down and capture Gibbs' lips in a brief kiss. As their lips parted, Tony's eyes opened and he was staring back into steely blue. When neither of them spoke Tony sighed. "Say something, anything."
"Head hurt?"
Tony's brow furrowed then he laughed. "Not exactly what I expected." He groaned as the laughter made his head drum louder. "And yes." He dropped down onto his back rubbing his forehead. When the drumming settled slightly, he looked over at Gibbs who had rolled on his side. "I would have thought you'd ask if something else on me hurt."
Gibbs sighed as he looked at Tony's neck, his fingers touching the raised marks on the flesh.
"Hey." Tony grabbed Gibbs' face with both hands forcing the man to look at him. "I was kidding." He could still see the concern in Gibbs' face, "Gibbs, I remember everything." Tony's lips brushed against Gibbs. "And it was amazing."
Gibbs captured Tony's lips as his arm wrapped around the younger man. Pulling Tony against him he felt the man settle in his embrace and against his body.
Pulling back, Tony bit at his bottom lip as he felt the hard cock against his own.
"You should get something to eat, take some aspirin." Gibbs' arms slipped from Tony's body and he rolled over sitting up on the side of the bed. Picking up his pants from the floor, he slipped them onto his legs and stood up pulling them the rest of the way up. Finding his shirt he pulled it over his head and turned back towards the bed. "I picked up some food on the way here."
"Thanks."
"I'll go get it ready."
"Okay." Tony watched as Gibbs walked out of the room then dropped down on the bed and let out a deep breath. What the hell was going on? Gibbs probably regretted it, was probably trying to figure out a gentlemanly way to leave, and get as far away from him and Paris as possible. Tony still didn't even know why Gibbs had shown up here, he rolled his eyes. Ziva.
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Walking into the kitchen, Tony saw the two take out containers sitting on the island and a bottle of aspirin sitting next to them. Tony looked at the containers "Is that from Breizh Cafe."
"Yeah." Gibbs nodded seeing Tony standing there in sweats and a t-shirt. Then he heard Tony's stomach grumbled and chuckled. "Right on cue."
"Been a few days." Tony glanced at Gibbs then sat down at the island.
"Eat."
Tony nodded as he stared at the containers.
Reaching across the island counter, Gibbs opened the containers and shoved them towards Tony. "Eat." The word came out as a command.
"Right." Tony picked up half of the sandwich and took a bite.
That was all it took, Gibbs watched as Tony practically inhaled the sandwich, chips, and dessert. He opened the aspirin, shook out a couple and handed them to Tony. Opening the fridge, he grabbed two bottles of water, placed one on the island by Tony then opened the other and took a long swig.
Popping the aspirin in his mouth, Tony took a sip of water and swallowed. "Ziva asked you to come, didn't she?
Gibbs nodded.
"You and Ziva talk a lot?"
Gibbs shrugged.
"She called you after everything with us didn't she?"
"Yeah."
Tony rolled his eyes. "Of course she did."
"Why does it bother you?"
"Because even as angry as she was at you, the two of you still kept that connection. But we-" Tony blew out a long breath.
"Were distant before you even left."
"Exactly. Part of me is angry at you for not having any kind of relationship with me." Tony sighed.
"I'm sorry." Gibbs said it without hesitation.
"Are you?" It was not said with animosity, but with honest uncertainty.
"Yes." Gibbs truly regretted that they had grown so distant, even though he knew the reasons why. "I shouldn't have let what happened affect our friendship."
"I shouldn't have either." Tony ran his hands down his face. "She shouldn't have called you, it wasn't her place."
"I agree." Gibbs understood and felt the same way.
"Yet you still came."
"Ziva's not why I came."
"Then why did you come?" Tony looked at him puzzled.
"Tali asked me to come." Gibbs saw the surprise on Tony's face.
"Tali?"
Gibbs nodded. "She was worried about you, asked me to come here and make sure you were okay."
"I shouldn't have talked to her last night." Tony's gaze fell to the empty container in front of him. "I was already three sheets to the wind and I-" He shook his head.
"She didn't know you were drunk, she knew you were upset and sad."
"Still." Tony blew out a long breath. "I'm suppose to be the adult, she shouldn't worry-"
The phone in Tony's pocket rang out with the song daddy's little girl and he pulled it out and answered. "Tali."
"Abba I miss you!"
"I miss you too, so much." Tony sighed. Hearing her voice made his body relax and he felt relief throughout his entire being.
Gibbs went to walk out of the kitchen.
"Hold on." Tony said to Tali then hit mute on the phone. "Gibbs, just need-"
"I know. I'll be in the bedroom." Gibbs said as he disappeared.
Unmuting his phone he smiled. "I'm sorry you were worried about me, I'm okay."
"You can be happy and still miss me."
"Yeah." She was wise beyond her years and too intuitive for her own good.
"Will you at least try…for me."
"Yes." The word came out with a crackle as he fought the emotion.
"Is Gibbs there?"
He cleared his throat. "Yeah, he is."
"He was worried about you too."
"I know."
"He was afraid to come see you."
"What?" Tony was sure he had heard her wrong.
"He didn't think you would want him there."
Tony knew exactly why Gibbs would think that.
"He promised to make sure you were okay, to take care of you."
Tony sighed. He had no doubt she had made him promise that.
"And you and mom said he always keeps his promises."
"I'll be fine. I feel better just talking to you."
"But he's going to stay with you right?"
He could hear the concern in her voice. "Tali I don't need Gibbs to be here to be okay." God he felt like she was acting like a parent.
"Don't you want him there?"
"Of course I want him here." He sighed surprised by the admission, but the truth was Gibbs made dealing with the whole situation easier. Shaking his head, he changed the subject. "Are you having fun?"
"We went shopping, I ate shakshuka and Jachnun, and we went to the Museum of Art."
He listened smiling as his daughter talked about the places she had gone, the food she'd tried, then the museum and the plans for the next day. Just hearing her voice made him feel like everything was right with the world again. He didn't know how long the conversation lasted until he heard her yawn. Glancing at his watch, he realized it was already ten o'clock in Tel Aviv. "Sweetie, you need to get to bed. We can talk tomorrow."
"I love you."
"I love you too." Tony wished he could hug her. "I need to talk to your mom."
"Okay."
He could hear her walking then the words he wants to talk to you.
"Ziva." Tony knew his voice sounded annoyed.
"I was worried." She knew he would be angry with her.
Tony clenched his jaw forcing himself not to respond in anger. Instead he reminded himself of his behavior the other night and the talk with Tali. "I shouldn't have talked to Tali the other night, but I'm good and it won't happen again."
"I know, I was not upset. I was concerned. I know this is hard for you."
"Yeah, it is." Tony took a deep breath. "But this was Tali's choice and I have to respect that."
"She misses you and she worries." Ziva paused. "And he worries about you too, he has worried since you left NCIS."
Tony bit back the emotion as he kept his voice low. "You still shouldn't have called him."
"I had Raphael and Lillian come over, you would not answer the door."
"We are supposed to be working on our trust issues." He kept his voice low. "And you calling him doesn't exactly make me trust you."
"This is not about trust, this is about you needing to actually talk to someone, someone that will understand, you hardly talk to anyone." Ziva tried to keep her anger in check as Tony had done earlier. "And you could always talk to him, you should talk to him."
"I can decide who I need to talk to." He heard movement coming towards the kitchen. "We'll talk about this later." Without another word he ended the call.
Gibbs walked into the kitchen with the empty bottles from the bedroom and placed them in the trash. He could see that some of the worry had left Tony, but there was also a new tension in the younger man's body. He had walked in sensing the conversation with Ziva was about to go South. He leaned back against the counter across from where Tony was sitting.
Tony's eyes locked on Gibbs. "Did you promise my daughter you'd take care of me, be there for me?"
Gibbs nodded.
"So you're staying?" He saw Gibbs about to open his mouth then stop. "You didn't promise her you would stay." It wasn't a question, he already knew the answer.
"I had planned to stay tonight."
"Right." Tony picked at the label on the water bottle. "Because making sure I'm okay, taking care of me doesn't require you to physically be here with me."
"Honestly." Gibbs took a deep breath and let it out. "I didn't think you'd want me here."
"And you would have been right." Tony bit at his bottom lip as he stared at the bottle of water. "But now I…" He let the thought hang unfinished.
"Now?" Gibbs held his breath still unsure of how Tony felt about anything that happened.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Tony looked up into the steel blue eyes. "Do you regret it?"
Gibbs wanted to say yes, make some excuse and get the hell out, but the word wouldn't form when he saw the green eyes staring at him. "No."
Pushing the chair away from the island, Tony stood up, and walked around leaning against the counter across from Gibbs. "You don't regret it but it bothers you."
Gibbs forgot how good Tony was at reading him sometimes.
"I remember everything." Tony took a step towards Gibbs. "That first kiss…Tony's eyes closed momentarily. "So savage. Your fingers clawing up my back, your tongue on my nipples…" His hand caressed up Gibbs' chest. "Your lips wrapped around my dick." Tony felt the fingertips brush against his hip and he let his body just barely touch Gibbs. His hand gently clutched at Gibbs' neck, his thumb brushing across the older man's Adam's apple. "Your cock pounding into me." Tony purred. "Over and over and ov-" He gasped as his body was crushed against Gibbs. His eyes closed as he felt the warm breath against his ear.
"You forgot my hand around your cock jerking you off." Gibbs hummed as his hands squeezed Tony's ass crushing their hard cocks together.
"Oh believe me." Tony moaned. "I didn't forget." He felt his cock twitch.
"Does it make you want to come just thinking about my hand around your cock."
"Yes." The word came out as barely a whisper. Tony involuntarily rubbing his cock against Gibbs.
"Of all the things I did to you." Gibbs snickered. "This has you ready to come?"
"I love the feel of your hands." Tony's own hands clutched at the sides of Gibbs' body. "On my skin, my body…my cock." He felt the hands crawl under his t-shirt and splay out over his back.
Gibbs felt the body shiver under his touch. "I want to touch every inch of your body." Gibbs lips pressed a kiss just below Tony's ear. "Have my hands on every piece of your skin." Again the body against him trembled. "After I jack you off and make you come."
Tony was suddenly spun around and shoved against the refrigerator door. His eyes met Gibbs for a brief moment before his lips were captured and his mouth devoured. Tony's hands grabbed Gibbs' face wanting to launch his own assault on Gibbs mouth. Suddenly his sweats were shoved down enough to free his cock and a hand wrapped around it. The air rushed from his lungs and Tony ripped their lips apart. His forehead touched Gibbs as his mouth fell open and he gasped for air. "Gibbs." The name was a low groan as Tony's hip thrust upward.
"That's what you want." Gibbs growled.
"God yes." Tony's fingers clawed at Gibbs' neck as his voice cracked. "Calloused but soft." The calloused fingertips and the soft palm created the most amazing feeling on his cock.
"So different, like nothing you've ever experienced." Gibbs' other hand latched on to the side of Tony's body pressing him against the fridge door, preventing the younger man from moving his hips. He felt the fingertips dig deeper into the flesh of his neck. "You didn't think you'd like it so much." Gibbs could hear it in Tony's voice. The crack, the hint of surprise. "A man stroking your cock, making you come." He heard the sharp intake of breath and Tony's chest tightened. The response said more than words could have. Gibbs' lips brushed against Tony's cheek before barely touching the shell of his ear. "Have you ever come as hard as you did when I was fucking you and stroking your cock?"
"Never." The word came out in a quick huff of air.
"I didn't want to stop." Gibbs felt Tony's body starting to tense. "I want to make you come over and over again…with my hands, my mouth, my cock."
Tony screamed some animalist cry as he came, his entire body convulsing as Gibbs strong hand continued to stroke him through the release. A few seconds later his body slumped against Gibbs, an arm circled his waist holding him tightly.
Gibbs stood there just holding the younger man, waiting as Tony's breathing gradually calmed and he felt fingers caressing the nape of his neck. Then soft lips brush against his ear.
"But now I want to beg you to stay." Tony completed the thought he had left unfinished earlier.
Gibbs' eyes closed, part of him was moved by the honest words, yet knowing as honest as they were there was a hollowness to them.
"Gibbs." Tony pulled his head back looking at the older man.
Slowly, Gibbs' eyes opened meeting questioning green. He didn't have the words and even if he did he wouldn't have been able to say them. Instead he crushed his lips against Tony's, one hand pulled up the younger man's sweats then started to drag Tony from the kitchen. Gibbs knew Tony wouldn't protest, wouldn't question his silence. Tony was used to the functioning mute, expected him to not want to talk about it, and he would use those preconceived notions Tony still held to his advantage. He'd hide behind them hoping to some degree they would protect him.
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Head thrown back, mouth open, body covered in a fine layer of sweat, Tony's body shivered. One hand clung to the bed sheet the other clutched at Gibbs bicep feeling the muscle taut under his fingers. He had lost all concept of time somewhere after the second time Gibbs had made him come. They were both naked by the time they had reached the bedroom and Tony had wanted nothing more than for Gibbs to take him, but Gibbs had other plans. Instead Gibbs touched every inch of his body just as he'd said earlier. The touch had started with hands then lips until Tony was begging for release. The first release came from Gibbs lips wrapped around his cock, the second from Gibbs hand wrapped around his cock and the husky voice in his ear. Now he was on his back, his legs wrapped around Gibbs waist and the older man taking him at an agonizingly slow pace. It could have been hours or days, Tony didn't know and didn't care. His mind had shut down at this point, his body consumed by pure desire and need. The intensity of it all had his body caught in this endless loop of erotic pleasure and pain. He wanted to beg for his release, Gibbs release, he wasn't sure, but he was unable to form words. Some sound escaped his lips, a sound he'd never heard himself make, then he gasped, his fingertips digging into the flesh of Gibbs bicep as a callous hand stroked over his cock.
Tony's back arched as piece by piece his body started to tremble…it started in his arms cascading down his chest, stomach, his hip, his legs until his whole body was shaking. Then he heard the whispered words in his ears and the world around him splintered into a million pieces as he came. As the darkness engulfed him, he heard the bestial cry fill the room, then the weight of the body crumble down onto him. A second later, the weight disappeared, as he felt Gibbs roll down next to him. It was the last thing he remembered before exhaustion pulled him into sleep.
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Taking a deep breath, a scent seeped into his body. He inhaled again, the smell of coffee slowly drawing him out of his dreamy slumber. He sighed as he stirred slightly, taking another deep breath, this time inhaling the scent of coffee and also savoring another scent. His arm tightened around the body against him.
"I got up and made coffee a while ago." The sleepy voice spoke. "Figured you'd be up soon."
Gibbs mumbled a uh hum afraid to actually speak.
"You can get up if you want." Even as Tony said it he burrowed in deeper against Gibbs.
Taking another deep breath, the scent of coffee seemed to fade as he relished in the scent of the man against him. Spice and something Gibbs couldn't quite place. Another breath and he didn't even smell the coffee, only the scent he'd remember anywhere. And for the first time in decades, coffee didn't win, instead he gave into the comfort and warmth of the man against him. He knew he wouldn't fall back to sleep, but at this moment, this was the only place he wanted to be. Gibbs' whole body relaxed as he remembered how it felt to want to just stay in bed and hold someone.
Gibbs felt the arm around him tighten and again he allowed himself to enjoy the closeness of the younger man. His fingers danced across the small of Tony's back feeling the muscles contract under his touch. His own body suddenly shivered as he felt the touch mirrored on his own body. Without thought his lips brushed against Tony's forehead and he sighed contently. Tugging Tony even closer, he heard the hum from the younger man.
Dipping down, Gibbs' lips brushed against the side of Tony's neck savoring the now familiar taste of the man's flesh. Then his lips felt the raised welts and he drew back, opening his eyes. He squinted against the morning sun and looked down at Tony's neck and shoulder. There were large deep red and purplish marks covering Tony's skin. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Leaving marks, not like him, yet he knew exactly why he'd done it. As much as it bothered him, another part of him relished the marks, wanting that visible reminder on the younger man. Pressing his lips to the large mark on Tony's shoulder, he kissed it tenderly. Moving to the next mark he repeated his action, kissing each mark as some strange ritual of remorse and delight.
"You've head slapped me harder."
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Doubt that."
"It's just a mark, it will go away." Tony's lips pressed a kiss to Gibbs' chest. "Plus it turns me on that I can make you all animalistic."
Gibbs sighed. Animalistic was definitely the right word for it. Last night he'd given up just a sliver of control with Tony, he couldn't imagine what he'd be like if he let himself completely lose control.
Tony's hand reached up and touched one of the long scratch marks on the side of Gibbs' neck. "I left my own marks. And I can only imagine what your left arm looks like."
The ache in his arm already told Gibbs there was a bruise. The truth was his whole body ached, yet it reminded him of how amazing last night had been between them. He shifted slightly.
"Don't get up yet." Tony could sense that Gibbs was about to pull away. "Just a few more minutes."
The touch of Tony's lips to his neck made Gibbs eyes close and any thought of moving disappeared. He heard the grumble of Tony's stomach and chuckled. He pressed a kiss to Tony's forehead. "Sleep, I'll go grab us something."
"No, I want to get out of the house, take you to breakfast." Tony sighed, reaching up and touching Gibbs' face. "Go get some coffee." He gave GIbbs a quick kiss. "I'll be up in a minute." Tony rolled onto his back and stretched.
Without a word, Gibbs got up and left the room. Stopping to grab a sweatshirt and sweatpants from his bag, he put them on and headed to the kitchen. Grabbing a mug, he filled it and took a long sip as he leaned back against the counter. The images of last night flashed through his mind. Shaking his head, he took a long deep breath and slowly blew it out. He wanted to just be happy, enjoy the moment, accept it, bask in it, and not worry about the rest. The problem was the deeper emotions were right there, bubbling just under the surface, reminding him of the real reason he had never let anything happen between them.
Gibbs dropped his head back. Hard to just be in the moment and accept it when you want more. Yet several things last night had made it clear to him that for Tony this really was just sex. He'd brushed it off telling himself it didn't bother him, but it did. Standing in the shower last night, just holding each other after hours of making love had only made it worse.
"My stomach is demanding food."
Gibbs looked up, surprised by Tony's voice just inside the kitchen. He'd been so deep in thought he hadn't even heard the younger man come in. Gibbs' smirked seeing Tony had already changed into jeans and a collared shirt.
"What's that smirk for?"
"I remember you always saying you get hungry after sex." Gibbs paused. "Although I guess I did feed you last night."
"Right." Tony rubbed the back of his neck as if uncomfortable.
"That not true anymore?"
Taking a few more steps, Tony leaned against the counter across from Gibbs. "I'm honestly not sure."
Gibbs brow furrowed.
"It's been a long time." Tony looked at Gibbs and bit his lip. "A really long time." He groaned. "Hell, I can't even remember the last time I masterbated."
Gibbs chuckled.
"And how long has it been for you?" Tony balked.
"Masterbating?" Gibbs shrugged. "Few days."
Tony took a step towards Gibbs letting his hand come to rest on the center of Gibbs' chest. "And how long since you had sex with someone?"
Gibbs glanced at his watch. "About five hours."
Tony rolled his eyes. "Always the smart ass." His lips brushed against Gibbs. "Well if you want to get laid again you need to feed me."
"I'll get dressed and we can go." Gibbs downed the rest of his coffee.
"So was the sex that good or are you just all turned on by being the first?" Tony's hands caressed up Gibbs' chest.
"Both." Gibbs sighed.
"See if you'd have slept with me while we were at NCIS I could have been your favorite." Tony smirked.
Gibbs leaned forward letting his lips brush against Tony's cheek as he moved to his ear. "Who says you weren't?"
Tony drew back and looked at Gibbs. The blue eyes just gazed back at him for a moment.
"Getting dressed." Gibbs said as he stepped away from Tony and out of the kitchen.