CHAPTER ONE: SURPRISE OF A LIFETIME
If you haven't seen NCIS before, know that Tony is somewhat immature, mostly a player and loves to tease geeky Tim. Some might see this as dub/con but know that Tony is totally on board despite his surprise. Enjoy!
Significant edits for chapters 1-3: March 20, 2016.
Tony smirks to himself as he waits for Tim to arrive. After tonight, Tim won't be able to deny he's gay. His plan will make sure of that; no one can resist Tony. He has the beer and movie ready and Tim's bringing the food. Tony's legs bounce anxiously while he waits for Tim to arrive.
Finally, Tim knocks at his door and Tony's master plan begins. Like always, they grab pizza and beer and start watching the movie. He doesn't suspect a thing, Tony gloats to himself.
Halfway through, Tony works up his nerve and enacts his brilliant plan. Probie will never live this down! Like a snake striking, Tony shoves Tim down and kisses him. Clearly in shock, it takes several seconds before before Tim tries to push him away. But Tony resists, pinning him down, continuing to kiss him aggressively. All he wants is for Tim to respond, just a little and he'll win. Then he can reveal the kiss as a joke to confirm Tim's gayness and use it to tease Tim until the end of time.
Tony's thoughts are solely focused on Tim admitting he likes guys and everything within him is dedicated to achieving his goal. Tony refuses to examine why that matters to him. He merely acknowledges he needs to know Tim's gay because. Well, because.
Finally, Tim starts kissing him back. YES!
However, all the times he imagined this, Tony never once considered that he might actually enjoy kissing Tim. The instant that Tim's tongue dives into his mouth, his mind goes from gloating his success to forgetting all about the plan. Oh! Tony's stunned, kissing Tim feels good. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Tony screams at himself. Before he can react, Tim flips him onto his back on the couch and nudges Tony's thighs, which automatically spread for him. Tim confidently settles himself between Tony's legs like that's where he belongs. Tim leans down to kiss him and Tony's hands jump to his chest to stop him. "Wait, this is—" Tony tries desperately.
Tim halts, quirking a brow in question.
The assured, patient expression on Tim's face does strange things to his gut. Having no idea what to do, Tony blurts out, "It was a joke." Then he forces a painfully awkward laugh. But Tim doesn't react like he expects. He doesn't get mad or storm off or even get embarrassed. No, instead Tim laughs.
"Oh, Tony. Is that the best you can do?" Tim inquires with amusement coloring his voice.
Stupefied, Tony freezes, unable to react. Then with false bravado, he declares, "It's the truth! I'm not gay."
With blatant amusement, Tim asks, "Are you sure about that?" Tim isn't stupid, he has no doubt that this started as a joke in Tony's mind. As another foolish joke to embarrass him. The problem is joke or no, Tony is responding to his touch because he likes it. Because Tony's body wants Tim, even if his mind can't fathom that yet.
Tony scowls, offended by Tim's amusement. "Yes." Of course he's not gay. "I'm straight." Completely straight.
"Then why are you hard, Tony?" Tim challenges.
"I'm not—" Tony's protest is cut off when Tim presses on his growing bulge. What the fuck? When did I get hard? WHY am I hard? Tony involuntarily closes his eyes and groans as Tim rubs him through his shorts. Every thought of pushing Tim off and away from him is swiftly erased from his mind. Tony goes pliant when Tim leans down and tongue fucks his mouth. Tim spits into his hand and reaches into Tony's shorts to fist his cock. Tony whimpers as he feels Tim's confident, strong hand stroke up and down his shaft. It feels good, unbelievably so.
Tony can't focus on anything but how good Tim's hand on him feels. Every touch like fire and in an embarrassingly brief amount of time, Tony comes all over Tim's hand. Tony looks up at Tim, dazed. He has no idea what is happening. This wasn't what was supposed to happen! It was a joke! But the stark white semen on Tim's hand makes a mockery of his foolish attempt to deny what happened. Jokes don't end like this, shouldn't end like this. Straight guys don't get jacked off by their male friends. Not unless they are truly desperate or aren't as straight as they think. Because Tony liked it, he liked it a lot judging from how quickly he came from Tim's hand around his dick. What am I supposed to do now? Tony has no fucking idea. He didn't plan for this, he really didn't plan for this.
Tim smirks down at a very dumbfounded Tony and deliberately locks eyes with him as he licks his hand clean. He thoroughly enjoys how it makes Tony's eyes widen dramatically, almost as much as he enjoys the taste of Tony's cum. Finished, Tim's expression firms and a shiver of anxiety runs up Tony's spine. He gapes as he hears Tim say in a surprisingly commanding voice, "You are going to go to your bedroom, strip bare, lay on your back in the middle of your bed with your legs spread and wait for me."
Tony's eyes widen at Tim's astonishing dominance and the demand. He gulps painfully. What the hell have I gotten myself into. And who the hell is this guy? Where's the shy, bumbling nerd I know?
"Do you understand?" When Tony's only answer is to stare back stunned, Tim growls dangerous, "Understand?"
Tony bites his lip, the sound of that growl making him tremble with a mix of terror and anticipation, and nods frantically. Something in him reacts to Tim's dominance in a manner he's never experienced, not even with Gibbs. He is driven to obey, wants, no needs to obey Tim. The second Tim stands, Tony instinctively scrambles off the couch and scuttles with his head down to his bedroom. Before he even realizes what he is doing, Tony finds himself naked and climbing onto the bed.
In that moment, his mind stutters, Wasn't this supposed to be a joke? Why are you naked?! Why the fuck am I listening?! Tony doesn't understand why he feels this instinctive need to submit to Tim. Timothy no middle name McGee! His Probie. The biggest geek he's ever met. And he's falling all over himself to follow his demands. It's baffling and utterly insane!
Nearly vibrating with tension, Tony realizes this is what happens when he doesn't consider the consequences of his actions. This idiotic joke has led to—to this. Being completely naked and wracked with anxiety, torn between obeying or fleeing. Tony worries his lip, trying to decide whether to submit to his insistent need to obey Tim's command or to try again to convince Tim this is merely a stupid joke that got out of hand. He's not sure he can convince Tim when he can't even convince himself. Tony looks down at his body, legs spread openly, his cock leaking in anticipation despite the semen still clinging to it from the recent handjob, nipples hard, skin flush. His body wants this, bad. But as the king of denial, he's absolutely prepared to ignore all the signs and how right this feels. Tony starts to get up only to freeze as Tim gracefully stalks in naked. Tony's mouth goes dry at the sight of Tim's body. Strong shoulders, toned chest, slim waist, muscular thighs, and long, long legs make him swallow painfully. His gut tightens as his eyes flick to Tim's proud cock. Tony clears his throat uncomfortably and looks away but his eyes are drawn back.
Tim ignores Tony's awkwardness, focusing on how he's frozen mid-movement. "Going somewhere, Tony? Do you need to be punished to remember to obey simple instructions?"
Tony's cock jerks at the dark threat and he moans, "Oh god." Tim looks fucking hot, standing in front him in all his naked glory, absolutely confident in his control of this situation, of Tony. What the hell is going on? Tim isn't sexy! Tim in charge isn't the hottest thing I've ever seen! It's not! His mind can say whatever it wants but clearly his body does find Tim incredibly sexy.
"Where is your lube, Tony?"
He points to the drawer, watching with eagle eyes as Tim's slim fingers pop open the cap and slick up several fingers. "Ready for me, Baby?" Tim asks, his lubed fingers drawing Tony's eyes.
Tony stares back and forth from those slick fingers and Tim's intent face. He swallows painfully. "Tim, I—slow?" WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! SLOW?! TELL HIM TO STOP! Tony's mind screams at him while his body trembles in anticipation.
Tim crawls onto the bed. He gives Tony only a moment to prepare before he goes for his prize and starts to tease Tony's hole. "Relax for me." Am I really doing this? Deep down, he knows there is no going back. He's been caught in Tim's web and he can't escape. He doesn't want to escape. Tony shudders, letting Tim's surprisingly sexy voice cascade over him. Who knew he had such an arousing voice? Tim distracts him with a kiss as he pushes the first finger into Tony's virgin hole. Tony squirms at the strange feeling but Tim's addicting kisses make it worth any discomfort he feels. "So tight for me. Can't wait to feel you around me." Tony shivers, half in fear, half in eagerness. He wants it, fuck how he wants it. Tim stretches him slowly and carefully, wanting Tony to feel as much pleasure as possible his first time.
Somehow Tony went from playing a joke on his Probie to this, having three of Tim's fingers deep inside his ass and craving more. Tony gasps as Tim finds his sweet spot, shocked at the liquid fire that spreads through his body.
"Tell me you're ready, Tony. Need to be inside you." Tim doesn't know if he can wait anymore.
Tony is surprised by the needy whine that comes from his lips. "Oh god, please!" He doesn't understand this need Tim provokes in him. But Tim seems to and Tony'll do near anything to find a way to satisfy it.
Tim rubs his flank soothingly. "Shh, I'll take care of you, Baby. Give you what you need." Tim slowly pushes inside. It hurts, even with the stretching but still Tony doesn't want him to stop.
When Tony's body resists, Tim orders, "Relax, Tony. Let me in."
Instead of fighting it, Tony forces himself to relax. It's easier than he expects as if his body is eager to obey Tim's orders. Tim steadily eases inside until he bottoms out. The feeling of Tim's balls resting against his ass confirms that Tim is all the way inside him. Tony feels full, so unbelievably full and he loves it.
After a minute, Tim asks, "Ready?"
Tony, mesmerized by Tim's intense gaze, promises, "Anything." Tim pulls out and thrusts forward. Tony's eyes roll back; the sensation is unlike anything he's ever felt before. It's strange, a bit uncomfortable but incredibly pleasurable at the same time. "Fuck, Tim. Feels so good. Want you—" Tim stops Tony's rambling by snapping his hips hard. All Tony knows is that he finally understands why a guy would want to get fucked. Tony hooks his legs behind Tim's even as Tim continues to thrust into him. Tim pins his hands above his head, making it clear that he is the one in charge here. For the first time in his life, Tony gives up control eagerly. He grunts with each forceful thrust as Tim fills him over and over. Heat builds in his belly while need courses through him, both growing in strength with each thrust. "Please, Tim! I need—"
Tim gently caresses Tony's lust desperate face, smiling down fondly, "I'll always give you what you need, Tony." His hips move faster, hurling Tony closer to the edge. "Going to cum for me, Tony? Come on my dick?" Tony groans and two thrusts later his cock spurts obediently. Tim praises, "My good boy." A moment later, for the first time in his life, Tony feels hot cum spill inside him. It's weird but is oddly satisfying. Physically feeling the evidence of Tim's satisfaction makes him feel good.
Tim collapses on top of him, their harsh breathing the only sound in the otherwise silent room. Tony's body is satiated but he doesn't know what to think. He can still feel Tim inside him, feel the warmth of Tim's bare skin pressed against his. What should he feel now? He can't pretend Tim's a woman. Tim's bare skin pressed against his is familiarly warm but obviously lacking the soft curves of a woman. Tim's undeniably masculine scent wafts through the air. Sweat, ink, and an intoxicating complex cologne with hints of sandalwood, spice, and hints of fruit. If that wasn't clear enough, the spent cock and cum in his ass sure is. Even he, the king of denial, cannot deny he's with a man. I had sex, bloody fantastic sex, with a man. With Timothy McGee. What the fuck do I do now?
Tony closes his eyes, wondering to himself if he's brave enough to go for this because being with Tim feels good. Lying under Tim's strong body, feeling the strange but fitting sensation of Tim inside him feels right. The question is whether or not he can actually pretend otherwise and hide like he always does. Tony feels Tim's lips on his collarbone, feather-light pecks moving down to his nipples. Strong fingers glide over his skin, leaving trails of liquid fire. Tony moans as Tim scrapes his teeth across his nipple. Tim looks up and the heat in his eyes is enough for Tony's cock to swell. Tim grins smugly as he feels it against his stomach. Tony groans. I am so screwed. Tony is kissed possessively and it feels like Tim is claiming his mouth for Tim's alone. Their tongues tangle together. Tony does not want to give in to the dominance of Tim's kiss but soon his mouth softens under Tim's confident kiss. Tim's tongue maps out his mouth with fevered and adoring strokes, leaving not an inch unexplored.
Only when they both start to run out of air does Tim pull back. Tony stares at Tim like he is truly seeing him for the first time. The emotion he sees in Tim's eyes reassures him enough that he's no longer concerned about what the hell he's doing. Maybe this started as a joke but now, whatever this is, both of them are feeling it. Tim maintains eye contact as he starts to thrust again, having gotten hard from their kissing. Tony stares back as he feels Tim's cock move in and out of his body. It's almost overwhelmingly intimate and he feels more connected to Tim than any person he's ever been with. "Tim." He isn't oblivious enough not to realize what this is. The first time was fucking but this… This time Tim is making love to him, making love with him.
He quirks his lips into a fond smile, "Tony," while his hips continue to move.
"I—" Tony doesn't know what to say. What can he say?
Tim doesn't laugh at him though, instead he kisses him firm but tenderly. "You don't have to say anything, Tony. Just feel." He doesn't need Tony's words, his body will tell him everything he needs to know.
Tony's hands clutch onto Tim's shoulders and Tim quickens his pace. They rock together effortlessly, like they've done this a hundred time before. This time when Tony comes, it isn't hard and frantic but slow and easy. When Tim comes moments later, Tony savors the sensation of hot cum splashing inside him. As their bodies still, Tony waits for the panic to come. But somehow, it doesn't.
Tim meets Tony's eyes intently, "Are you going to run from this, Tony? Run from me? Or are you going to take a chance on us?"
Tony stares back, absorbing the seriousness of Tim's question and the intensity in his eyes. He should run, as far and as fast as he can but those eyes. Tim's soulful eyes pierce his heart. He knows this man's heart. Tim won't play games or lie or cheat or run when it gets hard. Tony knows Tim. Deep down, he has a feeling he'll regret for the rest of his life if he runs. Yet even knowing that, Tony fears he'll run anyway. His self-sabotaging ways are too engrained into his psyche to not at least suspect it could happen. Tony pleads softly, "Don't let me, Tim. Please. Don't let me run."
Tim caresses his face tenderly, "I won't, Tony. You have my word."
Chapter one was inspired by a Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (Marvel Universe) story by infiniteeight called Say It. Find it here: /works/475762
