AN: SMUTTY SMUTNESS AHEAD. You've been warned.
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Once they were stripped down to just boxers, Tony was grateful that sobriety allowed him much better stamina than when he was drunk. Although it being a huge surprise and the hottest thing ever, probably added to the explosive and sudden reaction he'd previously experienced at Gibbs' touch.
But now, curled and tangled together side by side, Gibbs' leg between Tony's, he was just as turned on, but his determination to make this last as long as possible kept him far enough from the brink to keep going.
"You need to tell me what you want," Gibbs said breathily near Tony's ear, before nipping at the skin behind it.
"Mmm..." Tony sighed, shivering as the sensation shot through him. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," he kissed his jawline, "How comfortable are you with...everything?"
"Everything?" Tony was a bit lost in head space, and Gibbs pulled away for a moment to let it sink in. "Oh," Tony suddenly understood. "You mean...like, all the way."
"I assume you haven't done this before," Gibbs said.
"No, I haven't."
"Yet...you told me you'd ride me so hard-"
"Yeah, I remember," Tony smirked. "Guess I...might've had a few fantasies."
"Oh?" Gibbs moved to lay over him, supporting most of his weight on his arms, and he was pleasantly surprised when Tony's legs fell open around him without even a hesitation.
"Most of them were of you being all dominant. And those were really hot. Always got me off," he told him. Gibbs swallowed. "But the ones where I'm on top..." he sighed. "Those were the ones where I wasn't quite as overly drunk and I'd be coordinated enough to play..." his sentence tapered off, and Gibbs grinned when the younger man's face became pink.
"Play?"
"Uh...yeah. I um..." he swallowed, embarrassed to explain.
"Played with yourself?"
"That...uh...geez, boss, that makes it sound weird. And it was more than that..." Tony watched as something flashed in Gibbs' eyes.
"Did you like it?" Gibbs asked.
Tony swallowed again. "At first I thought it'd be weird, but...it actually felt good. I mean even before I started going a little further than just...touching."
"Just..." Gibbs slid his hand down Tony's torso and into his boxers, bypassing the hard, leaking cock and balls, and finding the pucker behind them, "Touching." A breath shuddered from Tony's lungs as Gibbs' fingers made tiny circles. "What'd you do when you went a little further, Tony?" he asked. He pressed the pad of his finger against the hole and Tony whimpered, and Gibbs felt his ab muscles quake beneath his own. He bent his head down and whispered in his ear. "Where do you keep it?"
"Keep...?"
"The lube, Tony."
"Drawer," he replied. "Side table." He scrambled for it himself, though, fetching it faster than Gibbs would have. Pressing the bottle into Gibbs' hand, Tony sank further into the bed and rucked his knees up a bit higher, giving Gibbs better access.
"How about we take these off, first?" Gibbs tugged on Tony's boxers.
"Oh..oh yeah, right," he let out a small laugh, then proceeded to strip off the offending item.
"Hey," Gibbs hands were suddenly on his shoulders when he sat up to toss the underwear. "It's okay. We don't have to do this."
"What?"
"Seems like you're kinda freaking out," he told him, concerned when he saw and felt the younger man shaking.
"I...I'm not freaking out!" he insisted. Gibbs seemed to be debating that in his head as he narrowed his eyes and studied him. "I promise I'm not. I'm...I'm nervous as hell, sure. This is...this is my first time. And it's you. And it doesn't seem real, and it's exciting and strange and something I've never done before so sure it's a little scary. But Gibbs...I'm not freaking out." He leaned forward, cupping Gibbs' face in his hands before placing a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips. After a moment, he pulled away, placing his forehead on his. "I want this," he whispered, moving one of his hands down to cup Gibbs through his boxers. "I want you..."
Gibbs took a deep, steadying breath through his nose. "If anything makes you uncomfortable...anything at all, you tell me and I'll stop, okay?" Tony nodded, relieved that Gibbs would continue. "Turn around." Tony furrowed his brows in question. "On your hands and knees. It'll be easier for you this way, to start."
Tony understood. It felt a little strange putting his ass in the air in front of Gibbs. But the way the older man caressed the pillowy globes calmed him. It was as if he were worshiping it, and that was enough for Tony to feel less self-conscious. Gibbs' hand slid up the length of Tony's spine and gently pressed him down so that he was actually on his elbows with his backside still in the air.
"This is gonna take a little while, so might as well get comfortable," Gibbs told him.
"You callin' me a tight-ass, boss?" Tony smirked as he turned his head to look at him. Gibbs growled and Tony felt a light smack on his right butt cheek. He made a squeaking sound in the back of his throat, in surprise. "This gonna be the new head-slap?" he asked. "Because I don't think it'll look very professional."
"Only in the bedroom," Gibbs replied with a smirk of his own. "You like it as much as the head slaps?"
"Hmm... I'll have to get back to you on that."
"Oh?"
"Well now that I'm gay sober, I'll have to see if your head slaps make my cock jump like the ass slap does," he purred.
Gibbs would've laughed had it not made his own cock jump to hear Tony talk to him like that. Instead, both hands went back to work on the flesh in front of him. Tony slightly buried his face into the mattress as the older agent gently pulled apart his cheeks to reveal the pink pucker he would need to prepare. Tony involuntarily clenched and released when he became aware of it.
The sound of the lube bottle top snapping open brought back a twinge of nerves in Tony's stomach. Gibbs didn't let him dwell too much in that feeling, though. He got straight to the point, and as Gibbs' began working him open, Tony's inhibitions melted away bit by bit.
It wasn't until he'd easily fit four generously lubed fingers in without resistance, that he knew Tony was ready. That, and Tony had been rocking back impatiently onto them, even though he was fighting not to, and his hands gripped the blankets below twisting with every twist of Gibbs' fingers.
"Please..." Tony breathed, pressing back now without hesitation. "I'm ready. Please, Gibbs..."
Gibbs pulled away and Tony picked up his head and looked behind him as Gibbs wiped his hands on a rag and sat back on his haunches. "Ready when you are," Gibbs told him, and Tony suddenly remembered his sorta-promise, turning himself around and pulling the older man into a deep, passionate kiss. His hands traveled down to Gibbs' boxers without breaking the kiss, and pulled them down as far as the position would allow, and Gibbs' cock sprang free, standing proudly at attention.
Gibbs thought he'd been doing a pretty good job keeping himself together up to that point. In all reality, he'd had to make himself think about something else while he was prepping Tony. Thinking about something else didn't mean he couldn't do a proper job. He was good at detaching himself when it was necessary. And that had definitely been necessary. But now Tony was facing him. There was no way he could separate himself mentally from him like this, kissing him; stroking his cock and moving to straddle him...
"You wanna lie down?" Tony asked, pulling out of the kiss for a moment.
"I think this is good, if it's okay with you," Gibbs replied. "Plus this bed...well, I'd have figured you'd have something a little bigger."
Tony let out a small laugh. "I don't bring anyone into it."
"Oh?" Gibbs raised a brow.
"Well, until now. And technically you brought yourself." Gibbs smiled, pulling Tony's body flush against his and taking his mouth again. Tony groaned as their hard lengths fit beside each other, sliding deliciously and making it impossible for Tony not to thrust his hips to feel it again.
Gibbs felt Tony shift over him, but didn't pull out of the kiss until he felt the younger man grab his cock. By the time he'd pulled back and opened his eyes, Tony was lowering himself onto him. Slowly he enveloped Gibbs into him, concentrating on every single inch of it, how it felt as it filled him up. "Tony..." Gibbs moaned his name and Tony opened his eyes to the dark, lust-filled ones before him. "You okay?"
Tony nodded.
"When you're ready, I do believe you said something about-"
"Yeah, yeah," Tony said with a hint of amusement on his lips. "I'm getting to that. Never were very patient."
Gibbs growled, "Not with you. Never with you.." he squeezed Tony's hipbones with either hand, rolling slightly into him.
"Unless you had to be," he added.
"Still wasn't patient. Just silent about it."
"Well..I hope you won't be silent for this," Tony lifted up a bit and curled back down, forcing a grunt out of his boss. He liked that. He liked making Gibbs make that sound. He wanted to make him make that sound again...
Once he was used to the stretch, it having melted away from burning and into a good full feeling, Tony started a rhythm going with intentions on speeding it up at some point. That point was decided the moment Gibbs hit the sweet spot inside of him, Tony was leaning back, now. One hand braced on the headboard, the other around his cock, he was for all intents and purposes now riding his boss. And it made him think back to that night in the basement when he really truly wanted to do that. Or well...his subconscious drunken gay self, anyway. His gay self that in all honesty was now just his self.
As good as it felt, and though he never wanted to stop, his legs were starting to ache from the exertion. Gibbs seemed to sense it and so he grabbed hold of Tony's hips and took over the action, thrusting up into him over and over until the noises that came from Tony's throat grew in pitch. "Oh fuck! Fuck, Gibbs! Uhn!" jets of creamy white striped both men's abs, and Gibbs rode it out until they stopped. Then he pulled out, stroked himself a handful of times and added his release to Tony's...
When Tony came to, he'd been cleaned up and was curled up under the sheets with Gibbs. As small as the bed was, they had no choice but to be tangle up together just to say on top of it.
He realized his head was on the older man's chest, and he pushed up to see if Gibbs was awake, too.
"Hey," Gibbs smiled at him. "Was wondering when you'd come back around."
"Sorry," Tony ducked his head. "I swear that doesn't happen often. And I don't usually, ah...I'm not usually so loud."
"I wasn't complaining," Gibbs smirked.
"It's just...well at the risk of sounding cliché or something, I've never...uh...it's never been that...intense."
"You weren't bad, yourself," Gibbs replied.
Tony's eyes shot to his, realizing once he saw his face that he was trying to be funny. "That was just my first try," he raised a brow.
"And how was it?" Gibbs asked more seriously.
"Are you kidding? I thought it was obvious..."
"I meant as a whole. As in was it comfortable, or was it awkward or painful at any point?"
"I was nervous, but any discomforts I had didn't last very long. And in case it wasn't clear, I do plan on doing it again."
"That's good," Gibbs told him. "But I'm gonna have to ask you to do something before that happens."
Tony swallowed, feeling like maybe this was gonna be that moment that ruined everything. That Gibbs would tell him he'd have to transfer to another team, or maybe Gibbs would retire, which would be bad. Or maybe he was gonna ask him to tell his father...or...oh hell, he didn't even want to think about it... "What's that?" he asked casually.
"You're gonna have to get a bigger bed," Gibbs replied. Tony looked at him for a long moment, until he saw the corner of his mouth twitch almost imperceptibly.
Tony sneakily slid a pillow out and whacked Gibbs in the face with it, and laughter ensued...
~Seriously the end, guys. For reals. lol~