He fought against the man trying to tie him to the bed. Hands with icy fingers clawed and groped at him painfully. His ankles were already immobilized, anchored by rough rope to the bed posts.
Blue eyes behind a mask burned into him with insanity, and lust, as he grunted at him, "Let go!"
"Not until you show me…" came the hissed reply.
Tony struggled and bucked, naked, against the other man furiously.
Somehow, he got a grip on one end of the length of rope the other man was trying to wrap around his wrist.
"Don't tie me! I'll do it!" He cried out, panting, as the man froze in place, and stared at him.
"I'll give you everything," he said softly, begging, "just…don't tie me…please."
The man seemed to be thinking, and it was enough of a pause for Tony to yank on the rope, and pull it quickly up and around the man's neck. He gripped it with both hands, pulling in opposite directions as hard as he could.
The man kicked into action, realizing the tables had been turned.
He choked and gasped, and started to hit Tony hard, as he turned his head into the pillow to protect his face.
In desperation, the man put his hands up to the rope, but Tony only pulled harder, muscles in his arms burning.
Finally, the man's struggles weakened, and then came to a stop.
Tony let go, pushing himself away from the still form, breathing heavily.
"You crazy bastard…Pink…" he said in between huge swallows of breath.
He reached over and pulled the mask off the blue-tinted face.
But it wasn't Pink he was looking at. It was Tony, looking at his own dead, lifeless face resting against the cool white sheets…
He sat up, covered in sweat, and disoriented.
Something had woken him up from the horrible dream…
It was knocking at his hotel room door.
He looked at the clock. It was almost 21:00 hours. He had gone to the hotel bar earlier, and had a bit too much to drink, before coming back to the room and flopping onto the bed in his clothes.
He no longer had his service Sig. But none the less, was prepared just in case. He didn't know anyone from the town, and it was after hours for housekeeping. He slowly pulled his gun out of his jacket hanging over the chair by the oak desk.
He got up and out of habit, stood along the wall of the room.
"Who is it?" he called.
"Tony," he heard the familiar voice call, "open up."
His heart jumped. It was Gibbs.
"Shit," he breathed to himself. What the Hell was he doing here? What was he supposed to do?
"Tony!" came the impatient growl.
He took a deep breath, and realized quickly he wouldn't likely fit through the bathroom window, so he swung the door open.
The two men took each other in for a moment, and stared into each other's eyes.
Tony frowned in confusion.
Gibbs took in his sweaty skin and unhealthy color, disheveled hair and wrinkled shirt.
"You okay?" he asked softly, all the words he'd rehearsed on his drive slipping away from him.
Tony's mouth opened, as if to say something, but he stopped himself, and seemed to shake off the disoriented state he was in. His eyes turned hard, the green glittering at Gibbs with repressed anger. "What are you doing here?"
Gibbs looked down for a moment. And then back to Tony. He wanted to grab the younger man, crush him to his own body, and kiss him senseless. But he had to remember why he was standing there, in the hallway of a hotel, at Tony's door.
"Can I come in?" Gibbs asked quietly.
Tony sighed, and tilted his head. "Look…Gibbs…I'm not coming back. I did what I had to do. And I'd think that would have been a relief for you. I…don't have anything else to say…"Tony dropped his eyes down, wanting to escape the pale blue stare. "I think you should go."
Gibbs stood for a moment, blinking.
He narrowed his eyes at Tony, and growled, "You've got a lot of nerve, leaving like that. Not a word to anyone on the team. Or me. Just…gone. All of a sudden."
Tony stared at him, and then clenched his jaw. He turned and walked into the room, knowing that Gibbs was not going to leave until he said whatever it was he needed to say. Tony put his gun down on the hotel desk.
Gibbs followed him in.
"What do you want from me?" he spun around, and asked in a suddenly in a desperate half-whisper.
Gibbs was taking in the change in demeanor, as he approached Tony slowly.
Tony felt like his heart was being torn in half in his chest all over again. He wanted to feel the other man's arms around him, kiss him…make everything okay again. Go home. He blinked at the tears forming in his eyes. Why did Gibbs have to make this so hard? His plan of escape now seemed almost fruitless. But…what would Gibbs do now? Ask him to come home just to screw with his head again? Hide again?
Gibbs got closer to him, and closer. He could feel himself starting to tremble.
Tony licked his lips and seemed to find something very interesting down by his feet.
"Tony…"Gibbs said, almost angrily, but it was hoarse and mixed with something else Tony couldn't put his finger on. "If you'll…let me…try to get it right…"
Gibbs brushed his knuckles lightly along Tony' jawline.
"If you can forgive me for being a little…crazy…this has all been hard for me to…figure out." Gibbs waited for the younger man to finally look up at him.
He continued. "I don't want you to…have to choose between being…yourself, or being someone you're not. Or between being with me, or the job. I think we can make it work. If you'll let me…I think…" he struggled to find the right words. "I'm ready to leave the door open."
Tony let out a little choked gasp, as the tears finally overcame him and dropped from his eyes. He could see the intensity, the sincerity in Gibbs' unwavering gaze.
Could he go back? Could he trust Gibbs to work things out with him?
Was it possible he could still have everything he wanted?
Then Gibbs leaned in, and said, "I love you. I love you, Tony."
He threw his arms around Gibbs, and buried his head in his neck, quietly weeping with relief.
Gibbs smiled, his with his own eyes misty, and rubbed Tony's back.
"It's okay now. I've gotch'ya. It's okay," he soothed into Tony's ear.
They stood like that, in the hotel in New Hope, for quite some time, with the door open.
Tony woke up in the morning to the sensation of someone tugging and pulling on his cock, smearing something cool and slick and creamy all over it.
He'd fallen into a deep sleep, with Gibbs wrapped around him, after they'd talked a bit more the night before.
"Ah," he gasped, still barely opening his eyes, as the hand squeezed and pumped him with delicious pressure and friction.
They were still under the covers.
He finally looked at Gibbs, and saw the older man was smiling at him warmly and leaning over him. His arm was moving under the sheets, where he was steadily stroking Tony.
"What're you doing?" he purred, and then spasmed with a grunt, as Gibbs gave his cockhead a little twist.
"Showing you something," Gibbs said gently.
Puzzled but too hard and horny now to wonder about it, he watched Gibbs shift under the sheet, as his hand left Tony's dick.
He pushed the sheet off, exposing their bodies to the air, and straddled Tony.
"What-" Tony began curiously.
"No talking," Gibbs said, and Tony realized with some degree of shock, what Gibbs was doing.
The older man, with his hardened, sinewy body was lining his ass up over Tony's erection.
"But," Tony said, his mouth suddenly dry, "Your knees...uh...this could hurt you. I think we should-"
He suddenly lost the ability to speak, as Gibbs grabbed Tony's cock, and pushed it up against his hole.
"You were asleep for a while…"Gibbs said in a low tone, ignoring the weak protest. "I got myself ready…as I could. And they have nice, thick, lotion here in the bathroom…"
"Ohhhhhh…." Tony moaned, and then shouted, "Fuck!" as Gibbs lowered himself onto him, forcing his throbbing cock to pop inside the tight, slick ring of muscle.
And he watched Gibbs face, as the older man closed his eyes, in concentration, or pain.
Regardless, they both trembled in excitement.
He lightly touched Gibbs' chest and stomach, and tugged at his big leaking rod, which seemed to point in demand at Tony.
Gibbs lowered himself some more, beads of perspiration emerging from the skin on his face and chest.
The heat started to surround Tony, and he struggled not to push up into Gibbs' body.
Gibbs tried to go a little more quickly, and gritted his teeth a bit.
"Easy…" Tony breathed out. "Slow…"
Gibbs nodded ever so slightly, and opened his eyes, watching Tony's face, before he suddenly let himself plunge down fully and impale himself on Tony.
"OHFUCK!" Tony cried out, arching and grabbing at the sheets, while Gibbs panted.
Gibbs' ass was painfully throbbing, and burned like he'd just ran it along sandpaper. But watching Tony, lost in the pleasure of it, was too tempting.
Gibbs leaned forward a bit, hands on either side of Tony, and felt the pain shoot through him from the shift.
He leaned down, and bit at Tony's skin, over his ribcage to his nipple.
Tony writhed and took several sharp breaths, still struggling not to move his hips and let Gibbs adjust.
"For you, Tony," he heard Gibbs murmur to him, as he finally started to move.
Tony was almost ripping the sheets off the bed, white knuckled hands twisting and pulling at the fabric desperately.
Tony thought maybe this time, he'd die.
Gibbs' body riding him felt incredible, the hot flesh encompassing him and squeezing up and down.
He looked up at Gibbs, surprised to see a red flush coming up the man's chest and neck. His head was thrown back, and he seemed to be in less pain…enjoying the action of pushing himself, sliding up and down Tony's cock.
Gibbs sat back just a little, and the angle change caused him to gasp and jolt in pleasure. "Holy Christ!" He blurted out, as Tony's dick hit and slid against something inside him he never knew could feel so damned good.
"Lee…" Tony said, almost as a warning. "I can't…" If Gibbs kept up the movements, he knew he was going to cum, and soon.
"Touch me," Gibbs commanded, and grunted in pleasure when one of Tony's hands let go the sheets, and wrapped around his cock.
Gibbs slowed a little, and reached to the side, for the small hotel lotion he'd left on the bed next to them. He opened it, while Tony watched his hands and eyes, and poured some on himself. Then he tossed it to the side and nodded at Tony. "Pull on my dick, c'mon…"
He began to move faster, up and down, grinding his sweet spot against Tony's cock over and over while Tony moaned and muttered obscenities, and stroked him hard.
Gibbs was lost in his own pleasure for a bit, feeling his balls tightening, orgasm teasing at his nerve endings.
He didn't realize that Tony had grown a little quiet, and was watching him with burning intensity.
Gibbs growled, "Tony…God…" and then choked on a gasp as his vision started to go white. He felt Tony's hand move even faster, and then the pleasure overwhelmed him and he let out one more word,"fuuuuuuck." He squeezed his eyes shut as his cock released thick white ropes of cum all over Tony's chest and stomach.
He stilled, panting, and dizzy. After a moment, he realized Tony was still trembling beneath him, and started to move again with his eyes still closed.
Tony gasped and whimpered under him, and he opened his eyes to see the younger man blinking, and frowning just a little.
There was something in the way he was looking at Gibbs…desire, fear…love…all mixed together. Vulnerability. It shook him to his core. Giving himself to Tony this way was something he did purposefully, to show Tony how much he wanted to share himself…to open up…and it had worked.
He leaned forward, and kissed his beautiful lips with overwhelming passion, causing Tony to start to squirm and moan into his mouth.
He pulled back and immediately rode him hard, slamming his body up and down, pinching Tony's nipples hard while he cried out.
Tony started to arch, and his glazed eyes started the upwards rolling Gibbs knew precipitated the younger man's orgasms.
"Yeah…cum for me…cum for me Tony!"
And that sent him over the edge.
Tony grabbed Gibbs' thighs, almost painfully, chest rising off the bed in pulses, as Gibbs felt the cock inside him become impossibly large and the release waves of buttery heat.
"Lee!" Tony sobbed, lost in physical ecstasy, and falling into and emotional abyss. Tony reached for him frantically, and held onto him as if he were drowning, his body finally spent, feeling raw and exposed. He pulled Gibbs down to embrace him, tears streaming down his face and neck.
Gibbs slid up and off his body, and settled next to him, holding him and gently kissing the salty tears away.
He stroked Tony's face with his hand and kissed him several more times, remaining silent and allowing the wave of emotion to settle out.
Finally Tony looked at him, and said took a shaky breath. He said seriously, "You're gonna' be the death of me."
Gibbs smiled at him warmly, feeling the way his ass was still burning, and said, "But what a nice way to die."