Dinner finished, and twenty-four bottles of beer between them depleted, wrestling was nearly over. It was a commercial and Millisa was attached to Tim's hip as they took advantage of the free moment by sucking face, as Tony would put it. Millisa was halfway through a third glass of the bourbon Gibbs had brought her.

Gibbs had been trying to keep his calm for the past thirty odd minutes, but now Tony was slowly inching his way to ruining any resolve he had left. The younger agent's hand was on his thigh, another gently rasping the back of his scalp. It was making him sleepy. Maybe sleepy wasn't the right word. It was hypnotizing his senses and making him feel drunk, when eight beers really shouldn't be.

Tony's ass-slap/head-slap comment had been bouncing around in his mind since he'd said it. It was what originally had him needing to reign himself in, in the first place.

"I don't think the rendezvous in the elevator worked as well as planned," Tony whispered in his ear, then. "I don't think I can wait until tonight." His hand moved up to cup Gibbs' half-hard cock through his jeans and the older man drew in a breath, grabbing Tony's wrist and glancing past him toward the couple on the other end of the couch. "They're not paying attention," Tony assured him.

"Not here, Tony," he whispered back.

"We could go to the kitchen," he suggested, then sucked Gibbs' earlobe into his mouth.

"For Christ's sake, just do it in the bathroom," Millisa shouted over Tim's shoulder. "I prepare food in the kitchen."

"There's already a pot full of dicks in there," Tony shot back. Almost immediately, two hands hit him in the back of the head, and Tony groaned.

"Kinky," she grinned at his response. "Anyway, I'm sure I haven't pulled you over to the dark side of becoming a wrestling fan. So just...go do what you need to do. We need the living room now, anyway," she smirked.

Tony's eyes lit up and darkened at the same time, when they met Gibbs'. Then he glanced back to Millisa. "Open your present, then? It might be the highlight of your adventure with McNasty, here."

"Ooo now I'm excited," she pulled away from Tim to go retrieve the package.

"Wha- what?" Tim drowsily looked around.

"Good luck, Tim," Tony smirked, then turned to Gibbs and grabbed his hand as he stood. "C'mon," he tugged, and Gibbs went with him with very little resistance.

McGee watched them go, a smirk on his face as well, until in faded thoughtfully on the subject of what Tony meant.

"Oh my god," Millisa's voice sounded from the kitchen. Tim's brows furrowed and he got up, slightly unsteady at first, and made his way to her. When he reached the doorway leading in, he saw the redhead holding something in each hand. Her gaze slowly turned to Tim. "How much do you trust me?" she asked.

"Uh...well, that depends how you mean..."

"I mean in the sack, sweetcheeks."

"Well then yes. I mean uhh...I mean I trust you a hundred percent. Why?"

"Because I want you to do one more tiny little thing for me for my birthday," she stepped closer.

"Oh? And what would that be?" he smiled. Millisa held up the items in her hand. Tim looked at them for a long moment before his eyes widened. "What the hell is that for? What is that?"

"It's a strap-on, princess," she flopped the translucent purple rubber toy in her hand, and he noticed the straps connected to it. "And there was thoughtfully also a tube of lube," she smiled.

"That...s not a tiny little thing!" he met her eyes again. "And I...I dunno if I can uh...umm...I mean I never...errr..."

"Oh it'll fit," she nodded. "Just got lube you up and stretch you and it'll be amazing. Trust me," she stepped closer, putting her mouth against his ear. "You're gonna love it."

"Uh...but..." he stammered, "But Tony got that for you. He knew this was gonna happen and if I do this, he'll never let it go!"

"Princess! Tony takes it up the ass on a regular basis from Gibbs. He's got nothin' to say."

Tim looked from her to the toy, back and forth several times in contemplation. He had to admit he was a little curious.

"Trust me," she assured him. "If it gets weird or you don't like it, we'll stop and just do it the old-fashioned way, okay?"

His shoulders relaxed, and he nodded. She squealed with glee and linked her elbow with his, dragging him to the bedroom...

*~.~*

"Still all opened up for me from last night," Gibbs hissed in Tony's ear as he sank into him. Tony was bent over the double-sink counter, a hand braced on the edge of each basin and his pants bunched at his ankles. He groaned as quietly as he could manage, knowing they weren't alone in the house. "Yet still so damn tight...god, Tony..."

"Been waiting for this...all night," Tony breathed, looking hard into the mirror at Gibbs' reflection as he pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in. "Fuck! Fuck, Jethro!" he whimpered as he hit the sweet spot inside of him, making him see stars.

"Not gonna last, Tony... Need you to come with me," he reached around grasping hold of the younger man's leaking cock and began to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Tony no longer had a language as he was overcome with the sensations being administered to him. He watched Gibbs' hand in the mirror as it stroked him, watched his face as it contorted with pleasure, and it was in the same moment that they were both coming hard and fast; Gibbs filling Tony, and Tony spilling over into the sink.

His world grayed out for a few moments, and when things started to come back into focus he found himself resting his face against the cool mirror, and felt Gibbs cleaning the mess he'd made before it could run down his legs. He laughed.

"What's so funny?" Gibbs asked.

"How ridiculously fast that was," he answered. "You make me come like it's my first time coming. Like I'm fourteen and just realized it was possible."

Gibbs slapped his ass cheek, earning a yelp. "I came the same time you did."

"I think we should just call it round one, when this happens," Tony told him as he felt Gibbs begin to pull his pants up for him, then turned and took over the task.

"Round one?" Gibbs questioned.

"Yeah. Round two can be when we get home. Then we can go nice and slow and I can do all the things I wanted to do, but this bathroom was much too small for," he grinned, dipping in to nip Gibbs' lower lip.

"That so?" Gibbs asked, voice low.

"Yeah," he wrapped his arms around the older man's waist.

"Neither of us should drive right now."

"I can call a cab. We can get McGee to pick us up tomorrow."

"Think they'll notice if we leave?"

"Oh trust me," Tony smiled, "They won't notice anything until morning..."

*~.~*

The next morning, Tony got to work before McGee, much to the younger agent's dismay. He could see Tim was walking just a little funny, and he smirked and pulled out his phone.

Tony: So did you enjoy your present?

He hit send and waited for a response.

Millisa: Not as much as princess. And I enjoyed it immensely. Excellent gift!

Tony: Oh really? So Timmy liked it?

Millisa: I probably shouldn't be talking to you about this...

Tony: Please. I'm a big fan of ass-play.

Millisa: Exactly. I don't want you getting any ideas.

Tony: Ideas?

Millisa: Yeah, like trying to convince my princess to try out the real thing.

Tony had been taking a sip of his coffee, and he nearly spit it out onto the screen.

Tony: Really? You think I'd try and take Tim from you? I've got a man, if you haven't noticed. And I don't think McGee is gay.

Millisa: He really liked it.

Tony: You don't have to be gay to like your ass played with.

Millisa: He really really liked it.

Tony: You're afraid you're not gonna be enough, now? You know, if you wear out that strap-on, you can buy another one...

Millisa: Just do me a favor. If he does turn out to wanna try the real thing, at least invite me to watch.

Tony: omg

Millisa: In fact, we should have an orgy.

Tony: Millisa!

Millisa: I feel like this is a sound idea.

Tony: Even though Gibbs is into redheads, he's not into sharing. And either am I.

Millisa: Suit yourself. Princess was so tight, it took half an hour to properly stretch him enough to fit that in.

Tony: INFORMATION I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW.

Millisa: Don't lie.

Tony: I HAVE TO WORK NOW. HAVE A GREAT DAY!

Millisa: ;)

"You okay, Tony?" McGee asked from where he sat at his desk.

"I'm fine!" Tony smiled, letting out a nervous laugh. "Totally fine. How was your night?"

Tim blushed. "Uh...good. It was fine." Then he turned to face his screen and left the other agent alone.

"What is going on with you two?" Ziva asked.

"Nothing!" they replied in unison.

And...they lived happily ever after...

The end...?