Hi! Hope you like this chapter! It's turning out longer than I thought so there will probably be a couple more chapters after this one. X
It takes Abby another hour to leave and by the time she closes the front door on her way out, the two men at the table breathe a sigh of relief.
"I love her but my ears hurt."
Gibbs snorts and tugs Tony against his chest. He drops a soft kiss on the younger man's hair and smiles when Tony nuzzles even closer to him. They sit there for what feels like hours, simply enjoying each other's presence. Then, Tony gently disentangles himself from the silver haired man and stretches his limbs with a sound that could only be described as baby dinosaur noises. He starts collecting the plates and empty cartons and puts on the coffee maker on his way into the kitchen.
He reaches above him into the cupboard and retrieves two mugs. He feels the presence behind him to late and before he can react, he's trapped against the counter with a toned chest pressing against his back. He arches his neck and moans softly when Jethro bites the tender flesh. His hand comes up and presses the other man even harder against his neck. They both feel the moment where tender reacquaintance makes way for bold teasing. Jethro bites down harder and the delicious moan that he gets in return only fuels the fire. He grabs Tony's hip with one hand and presses his hardening cock against the Italian's ass, reveling in the sparks of pleasure that arise.
Tony presses his ass against Jethro and pushes the older man back. Then he turns around and, with a hungry gaze, attacks his lips. He bites Gibbs' bottom lip and tugs at it. The small twinge of pain makes the older man growl low in his throat and he rips Tony's shirt off, immediately replacing the fabric with his warm hands. His fingers explore Tony's chest, slide down over his taut stomach and travel across his back, until he can squeeze the younger man's ass. Again that lustful moan dripping from his lips; Tony is effectively driving him crazy. The Italian returns the gesture, grabbing Jethro's ass and forcing their covered cocks together. He grabs a fistful of silver hair and tugs at it when he opens his mouth further to let Gibbs plunder it.
Tony isn't any more patient than Gibbs is, but he teases the older man by undressing him button by button. Finally he slides the shirt off of Jethro's arms and pulls him closer, moaning when their naked chests touch and he can feel the older man's warmth radiating off of him. When he reaches down to undo Gibbs' belt buckle, the older man covers his hands with his and stops him. Tony frowns but Jethro reaches for him and kisses him gently, removing all the doubt from the younger man's mind.
"I wanna do this the right way."
Tony can't resist looking thoughtful.
"The last time we were in this kitchen felt pretty right to me."
He smirks when Gibbs taps the back of his head and he spanks the older man's ass in return. Finally he lets himself be pulled up the stairs and seconds later, they're racing to pull off their pants as fast as possible. Tony hops on one leg to pull the other out of his trousers and he loses his balance, falling against Gibbs, causing them to fall down on the mattress together.
Gibbs releases an exaggerated 'oomph' as Tony falls on top of him and the younger man swats him playfully. Jethro rolls them over and kisses Tony's neck as he rubs their cocks together. Tony circles his arms around his neck and crushes their lips together once more. It's sloppy and dirty and they don't even pretend like they're trying to be gooey and romantic. Gibbs forces Tony's legs further apart and squeezes the Italian's upper leg. He can feel his mouth go dry as Tony arches up and presses himself closer to him. The younger man's eyes are glazed over and his swollen lips are a deep shade of pink. His tongue darts out to lick them and the gesture makes Gibbs lose control. He backs away for a moment and motions for Tony to raise his ass off the bed. Then he hooks his fingers under the waistband of Tony's boxers and pulls them down in one fluid move. Before Tony realizes what he's up to, he lies back down between the younger man's legs and takes Tony's cock halfway into his wet mouth.
"WHAT THE! Oh f-fuck!" Tony's hips buck up before he can realize what he's doing and it feels so good that he can almost see stars. He fists the covers and his knuckles turn white from the strength he uses to keep himself from fucking Jethro's mouth. Then the older man's tongue darts out and licks the slit and all the thoughts in his head vanish. Tony reaches out and holds onto Gibbs' silver strands as the older man is gradually driving him to the brink of insanity.
"Not.. gonna last…" he presses out and the energy needed to force the words over his lips leaves him breathless. One of Gibbs' hands keeps massaging the inside of his thigh and the other travels down to his balls, where he gently rolls them between his fingers and then squeezes gently.
Tony can feel his orgasm approaching fast and he moves his hands, taking Gibbs' head between them. Every time the older man dips his head and takes Tony's hard cock further between his glistening lips, Tony holds him down just a little longer. Jethro moans when Tony juts his hips and starts meeting his movements. Finally Tony howls as he tips over the edge and comes so hard his vision blurs. Jethro keeps sucking and licking and swallows every drop of cum down his throat. Tony holds him there and keeps moving his hips along until the sensation finally subsides and he can breathe again. Gibbs teases him, keeps sucking him until the younger man is positive that he will never be able to think rationally again.
"That was – I can't even think straight anymore."
Gibbs chuckles and the vibrations make Tony buck his hips again, mewling because of the sensitivity. The silver haired man crawls on top of him and kisses a trail from his stomach to his neck. He presses a kiss right under Tony's ear and whispers to him.
"I really do love you."
He doesn't say the words that follow in his thoughts, but he knows that Tony heard them anyway because of the sweet kiss that follows.
Don't let anybody tell you otherwise.
2300
Tony is awoken by the shrill ringing of his cell phone on the night stand. He blindly reaches for it and raises himself with an elbow.
"DiNozzo." He yawns.
"Hello – huh, Tony?"
Tony's eyes grow wide as he hears the feminine voice on the other side. He holds the phone further from his ear in front of his face and peers at it through the darkness in the room.
Shit. It's Gibbs'.
"Yeah, Ziva... I'm at his house… Of course you didn't wake me, we were in the basement…. Agent David! Did you call with a purpose or were you just bored?"
He arches his neck and looks behind him to find Gibbs staring at him, obviously forcing himself not to laugh. The Italian glares at him and tries to focus on what his partner on the other end of the line is saying.
"Yeah, I'll pass the message. See you tomorrow." He ends the call and with a tired sigh drops back on the mattress.
"That went well", Gibbs offers drily.
"Oh shut up!" Tony laughs and pushes the other man playfully. Gibbs pushes him harder to which Tony reacts by trying to force him out of the bed. A fight ensues and by the time Tony falls beside the bed with a loud thud, they're both laughing breathlessly. Tony lies there catching his breath when Gibbs' head appears above him.
"So what did Ziva want?"
The Italian shrugs. "Apparently she went back to NCIS because she forgot to add something to her report. Vance was still there and he asked her to tell you to come in earlier. Something about SecNav and MTAC."
Gibbs frowns. "Why didn't he call me himself?"
At that moment, his cell rings again and this time Tony is smart enough to hand it over.
"Gibbs. Leon... Yes I got the message. I'll be in by six." He smiles at Tony's wince and ends the call. He stretches out his hand and pulls Tony back on the mattress.
"Now", he mumbles against the younger man's lips, "where were we?"
The alarm comes far too early and Tony groans loudly as his pleasant dreams are interrupted. He sighs happily when Gibbs' hand disappears under the covers and softly squeezes his morning erection.
"Good dream?" the older man whispers huskily.
Tony nods and pulls him closer.
"You can make it better though."
He can feel Jethro's smile against his cheek and moans when he squeezes his cock harder this time.
"I bet I can…", Jethro whispers and he bites Tony's ear lobe, "but I gotta get ready for work." And with that, he jumps out of bed with an exaggerated cheerfulness for which Tony hates him.
"You bastard!" he calls after the silver haired man and Gibbs laughs loudly when a pillow hits the back of his head and falls on the floor with a soft thud.
He walks into the adjoining bathroom and starts the shower. His inner Marine doesn't even flinch when the cold water hits his back and then gradually warms up. He picks up the bottle of soap on the floor and is about to open it when the shower door opens and closes behind him. He turns around and Tony swiftly grabs the bottle out of his hand and pushes him back against the wall, his chest pressed against the warm tiles.
"I'll take it from here." Tony whispers low in his throat and Gibbs' cock gives a little twitch at the unmistakable sound of the cap being opened. Tony squirts a generous amount of soap into his hand and absentmindedly throws the bottle beside him. He reaches out and starts kneading the older man's shoulders, moving down his arms and back up again. Then his fingers travel lower, across his muscled stomach and they rest there. Jethro gives an impatient growl and Tony merely smiles against his neck.
"Yeah, I know, who are we kidding?" he smirks as he unceremoniously cups Jethro's balls and gives them a tug. Gibbs bucks his hips, obviously wanting more but Tony keeps his touches featherlike, delicious but never enough to actually reach the edge. The silver haired man clenches his fists to keep from taking control and throwing Tony against the wall.
"Good boy." There it is again, the lustful voice right next to his ear, and it turns him on more than it should. He's always been the dominant one, the undeniable alpha male, but with Tony he has a weird craving for the younger man's dominance.
The Italian takes his cock into a tight fist and begins to stroke it in a fast pace. Gibbs moans and meets his movements and Tony can tell he's rapidly approaching his orgasm. He takes his own cock into his other hand and nestles it between Gibbs' cheeks, enjoying the way his cock is stimulated by the thrusts of Gibbs' hips. His hand moves even faster over Jethro's dick and as the older man's breath hitches in his throat, Tony can feel Jethro's shaft hardening just a little more before he explodes and shoots a load of hot cum against the shower wall. He can feel himself tipping over the edge too and he rubs his cock against Gibbs' ass as he comes, coating Gibbs' ass and back with his seed. His thumb strokes the tip of Jethro's cock in lazy circles and they both slowly come down from their high.
"Fuck…" Gibbs breathes against the tiles. The water has gone cold by now but neither man notices and they finish cleaning each other, alternating between soft kisses and soothing soapy strokes.
A couple of hours later, Tony can feel Ziva's eyes on him as soon as she walks into the bullpen. He looks up from his cold case file and smiles broadly.
"Good morning Zee-vah!"
"Good morning, Tony."
He's about to look back down but then she's coming his way and leans against the corner of his desk. He arches an eyebrow in question and tries to ignore the curiosity in his eyes. 'Where is Gibbs when you need him?'
"So what was Gibbs working on?"
"What do you mean?" As soon as the words leave his mouth, he wants to punch himself. Of course, they were supposed to be in the basement. Damn sleep deprivation. He quickly corrects himself but she keeps gazing at him in a weird sort of way.
"Uhm, a chair. He was working on a chair."
Ziva nods and appears lost in thought but before she can add anything else to the matter, McGee strolls into the bullpen and Tony is let off the hook. He tries not to appear too relieved and pretends to read his file as his two colleagues exchange pleasantries.
An hour or two later he gets up from his desk to get some coffee and as soon as he's out of sight, Ziva sneaks up on McGee and startles the man by slapping her hand on his desk.
"Ziva! Jeez, what is it?"
She smiles, enjoying the way he pales. Sometimes she misses the days where she could easily scare her team mates. But she'll probably get nothing out of him by scaring the crap out of him so she decides to let it go. For now.
"I was just wondering, has Tony been with Gibbs for the last couple of days?"
McGee peers at his screen for a moment and when he answers, he tries to sound absentminded.
"Uh, I don't know." Then, after a while, "Why?"
Ziva stares at him and Tim tries not to be visibly affected by her scrutiny. Then his desk phone rings and he decides there is a God. He tries to get up from his desk in a composed manner instead of running away to get away from Ziva's gaze.
"Balboa's team needs me!"
Ziva looks amused as he leaves her behind.
She looks around her and finds everyone gone. With Gibbs in MTAC no one will know she left. Time to harass someone.
Abby can't hear the Israeli approaching over her loud music so she jumps up two feet when Ziva lays a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey Abby. How are you?"
"Ziva! I'm gonna have to get those bells to hang around your necks! I'm great! How are you? Does Gibbs know you're here? Is he still in MTAC?"
The Israeli thinks for a moment.
"Fine, No, Yes." She barely waits before firing away. "Hey Abby. How are Tony and Gibbs doing?"
Abby quickly jerks her head towards her computer screen to avoid the calculating gaze coming her way.
"What do you mean with Tony and Gibbs? Do you know something? I mean because I don't know anything." She's downright ranting now and for a moment, Ziva almost feels bad for her. Almost.
Abby doesn't look behind her for quite some time but then when the silence becomes too much, she does and she instantly regrets it. Ziva has an evil glint in her eyes and it terrifies her.
"You do know something."
Abby's eyes grow wide and she throws up her arms in surrender.
"Please don't torture me!"
Ziva can't resist laughing at that and she gives a little wink, which does absolutely nothing to calm Abby's nerves.
"It's okay Abby. McGee already told me."
Abby's mouth drops open and at that moment, McGee walks into her lab.
"Hey Abs, can you help me with – " The Agent grows quiet when he notices the two women staring at him.
"Timmie! You knew? How long have you known? Why didn't you say anything?"
Tims eyes dart between his two colleagues and he hesitates for a moment.
"Known about what?"
"Tony and Gibbs! Ziva said you told her."
McGee glances at the smirking Israeli and slaps a hand over his face. He lets out an exasperated sigh and shakes his head.
"Oh Abby."
The forensic scientist glances at Ziva and then she realizes how she's been played.
"Oh my god!" she punches the other woman's shoulder and glares at her but Ziva doesn't look like she's gonna let go of her cocky smile any time soon.
"Okay, let's just give them some privacy for now", Tim offers. He pretends like Ziva is listening to him but he can practically see the wheels turning in her head. Yeah… Tony and Gibbs are going to be teased mercilessly.
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