50 Sentences Expanded
An NCIS Fanfic.
6. Gentle: The first time, Gibbs had eased the wrinkles of pain from Tony's face with his lips.
It wasn't as if Tony had never been with another guy. I mean, he had known his sexuality swung both ways since he was fourteen. The thing that made him so completely nervous was that it had been over five years since the last one.
And Gibbs. Naturally, that made him nervous as well.
Tony wasn't sure about Gibbs' sexual history. Sure, the guy had been married four times, even had a kid. But marrying four different women didn't exactly tell Tony what he needed to know, i.e., whether or not Gibbs had ever been with a man in the most carnal nature.
And God no, he wasn't going to ask. He assumed that because Gibbs was okay with the whole dating Tony thing that he would also not have a problem with sleeping with him. The blowjobs were also a big hint. And the kissing of course (Tony really liked the kissing. And the other stuff too, but the kissing was very nice).
Neither would exactly call themselves gay, per say. After all, Tony was, for the purpose of technicality, bisexual. But Gibbs, well, he didn't know. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who could even be given a label. He transcended labels entirely. He was Gibbs. It was the only label he really needed, and it usually did the trick.
It was April. There were no major cases, and so Tony had left early so that he could cook; Gibbs was staying over.
Gibbs was staying over. Tony wasn't intentionally acting like a scared little virgin. But it would be the first time either of them had actually stayed the night. (That one time with the water heater didn't count since back then Tony was still crushing and Gibbs was, for all intents and purposes, clueless.)
Tony was a romantic. Even though he could count the number of actual successful relationships (meaning that lasted longer than a month) on one hand, he was a romantic to the end. Probably because of all the movies. But how on earth do you go about giving flowers to Gibbs?
It wasn't happening. So instead, Tony cooked (some chicken dish recipe Ziva had given him), and set the table with silverware and plates that actually matched. (Not paper plates; those were reserved for their cowboy steak nights.)
Gibbs was exactly on time (when was he ever not?). He complimented the cooking. (And despite every attempt not to act like a little housewife, inside Tony squeed just a bit.)
But when dinner was over, and they were settled on the couch to watch a football game, each with a beer in hand, Tony felt the stupid butterflies in the pit of his stomach.
He needn't have worried.
The first time, Gibbs made the first move.
The first time, Tony couldn't focus on anything but the beautiful mouth on his.
The first time, Gibbs laughed when Tony stumbled out of his jeans.
The first time, Tony admired the subtle musculature that Gibbs had managed to maintain from his days in the Corps.
The first time, Gibbs had eased the wrinkles of pain from Tony's face with his lips.
The first time, it didn't matter that no labels fit them; what they were, who they had been, who they would be.
The first time, Tony clutched to Gibbs like a dying man in a storm, and Gibbs held him tighter.
The first time, as they collapsed together, Tony felt the butterflies disappear, to be replaced by a feeling of being.
Just being beside this man. Just the two of them. Just alone together.
And God, that was beautiful
A/N: Another chapter! I hope every liked it. It was probably one of my favorites. I know there is no real sex scene, but I didn't feel that was what made it important. But I like how it turned out.
This expansion was requested by Silver Ardor Dragon. Hope you liked!
Everyone else: if there is a sentence you want to see more of, let me know!
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