Another day. Another case. Another cubic ton of
paperwork. Gibbs sighed and signed off on the last report, leaning back
in his chair and dropping his pen on his desk. So much for that. Now he
just had to get home--and figure out what was going on with Tony that
A wry smile twisted his lips as he grabbed his jacket and headed for
the car. Figuring out what was going on with Tony was pretty much
impossible. Challenging, frustrating, erotic as hell, dizzying...all
that, yes. Logical, rational, something he could understand...no.
He drove home on auto-pilot, wondering where Tony was. He and Kate had
left about an hour before Gibbs, thanks to an annoyingly timed meeting
with the director Gibbs hadn't been able to get out of. The meeting
itself hadn't been that bad, but it meant he'd had to stay late to
finish up the endless reports.
The sight of Tony's car outside his house made something unclench
inside his stomach and he shook his head wryly. God, he was in so deep
he couldn't see the surface *or* the bottom. But the terrifying part
was that he didn't care.
A little to his surprise, the house was quiet when he stepped inside.
"Tony?" he called, but there was no response.
He headed upstairs, figuring Tony was probably dozing. The bedroom door
was ajar and he pushed it open, breath catching in his throat at the
Tony was sprawled out on the bed, sound asleep. One arm was tucked
behind his head; the other hand rested right over his groin, not hiding
his cock, which lay quiescent against his thigh. His hair was wet and
Gibbs saw a damp towel hanging over the shower rod in the bathroom when
he glanced over.
He was moving almost before he realized it, quietly stripping off his
own clothes and slipping into bed next to Tony, reaching out for warm,
shower-damp skin, hands sliding over the smooth clean lines of Tony's
body. Tony sighed and cuddled into him automatically, his body pliant
and supple under Gibbs' callused touch.
He pressed his lips to Tony's throat, kissing the hollow behind his
ear, his jaw, tasting the faint herbal tang of Tony's soap and the
fresh lemon scent of his shampoo. Tony murmured in pleasure and his
head fell back against the thick comforter.
Gibbs smiled and traced a line down his throat with one gentle finger,
letting it rest in the hollow of his collarbone before shifting so Tony
lay under him, limbs lax in sleep. He leaned forward and brushed a soft
kiss over Tony's lips. "Beautiful," he whispered, stroking the backs of
his fingers over Tony's cheek.
"Does that make you Prince Charming?" Tony murmured without opening his
eyes. "Oh wait, I'm not awake yet." He stretched lazily, settling
deeper into the bed. "Kiss isn't gonna do it."
"What is?" Gibbs asked softly, letting his fingertips wander over
Tony's chest and arms, tracing delicate patterns.
Tony smiled and stretched his arms out to the sides, palms up. "Make
love to me, Jethro. Just...make love to me."
He leaned down to kiss Tony again, mouth gentle against Tony's own.
"Why are you sleeping in my bed?" he asked, brushing kisses over Tony's
cheekbones, his eyelids, the corners of his mouth.
"This is Sleeping Beauty, not Goldilocks." Tony grinned. "Get your
fairy tales right, Gibbs."
"But a kiss woke the princess." Gibbs couldn't help the smile; it was
all too rare to have Tony like this, warm and pliant and playful in his
bed. Tony generally preferred to be the aggressor, and while Gibbs
didn't mind--a litle to his surprise--it was an intoxicating, heady
experience to have him just lie back and let Gibbs have his way with
"The princess was also sixteen and a virgin. I'm neither and a little
more picky in who I let wake me up." Tony's mouth twitched with
laughter. "So are you going to make love to me or am I going to turn
into Rip Van Winkle?"
"You still never answered my question." Gibbs nuzzled Tony's jaw,
licking and nibbling his way down Tony's throat.
"You're right, I didn't." Tony made a small sound of pleasure and
turned his head to the side. "Must be why you're such a good
investigator. You know these things."
Apparently, Tony wasn't going to tell him. That was all right; it
wasn't like it really mattered.
He brushed his thumbs over Tony's nipples, watching as Tony's breath
caught and his head fell back. He looked completely, utterly
wanton--sprawled out on top of the thick comforter, eyes shut, mouth
half-open in pleasure. The need to *have* him, to taste him and touch
him and sheathe himself in Tony's body, was overwhelming. Gibbs did the
only thing he could. He gave into it.
He kept his touch gentle, as much to not break the dream-like spell as
to hold himself back. It would be too easy to press Tony into the
mattress, to spread him open and slide into him and just *take*. But he
didn't want that, not this time.
His hands skated over Tony's skin, fingers brushing over sensitive
spots with just enough pressure not to tickle him. Tony made a low
sound, deep in his throat, shivering as Gibbs' hands slid down his
ribs, over the flat planes of his stomach, coaxing his thighs apart.
His cock lay heavy and full on his stomach and it took most of Gibbs'
self-control not to swallow him down.
Instead, he bent his head to Tony's neck, breathing in the clean scent
of his skin before tasting it, licking a line up the side of his
throat, biting down gently over his pulse. He crawled down Tony's body,
hands moving under him to lift him up, arching his back to make it
easier for Gibbs to tease his nipples, sucking and biting lightly until
Tony moaned and his hand clenched in the comforter.
Lower now, and his hands cupped Tony's ass, squeezing and caressing,
his mouth hungry for the bittersweet taste of pre-come and the hot
silk-steel feel of Tony's cock in his mouth. Tony made a deep, needy
sound when Gibbs mouthed his cock, hips lifting instinctively. Gibbs
pressed him down gently, hands rubbing over his thighs to soothe him.
Tony whimpered again, head tossing impatiently.
He knelt up, reaching past Tony for the drawer in the nightstand where
he kept the lube. Tony bent his legs automatically, feet flat on the
bed. Gibbs kissed the inside of his thigh before slicking up a finger.
He teased the opening to Tony's body, pressing against it, circling it
with his finger, slipping inside a little at a time. Tony moaned,
trying to push back into it, but Gibbs' free hand rested on his
stomach, a warning to stay still. "Don't move," he whispered, the first
words he'd spoken in a while.
Two fingers now and he took as much care as he had with the first,
stretching Tony open slowly, patiently, watching him bite his lip, the
flush spreading down his face as he fought not to move.
Gibbs didn't bother with three--Tony was ready for him and his
self-control was only so good. As it was, he had to wrap his fist
around his cock, pressing down hard at the base until the need to come
ebbed and he could slick his erection, bracing himself as he pushed
inside Tony's body.
God. Tight, velvet heat wrapped around him, strong legs lifting to
circle his hips, and the look of need and pleasure and *want* on Tony's
face--Gibbs bit back his groan, eyes falling shut as he fought to keep
from just pounding into him.
He had no idea how he managed to keep the rhythm slow and easy, letting
it build in both of them, taking his time. In and out, push and pull,
Tony gasping softly under him, the groans and pants he couldn't hold
back, Tony's cock hard between their bodies and his arms flung out to
He leaned down, bracing himself on one arm and wrapping his other hand
around Tony's cock, working him in rhythm with his thrusts, feeling
Tony tense and tremble and shudder, hands scrabbling at the covers,
whining in desperation, right before he gasped and came, arching up for
one long, perfect moment.
That was all it took. Gibbs groaned and thrust into him one last time,
the feel of Tony convulsing around him enough to send him over the
edge. He stayed where he was, panting, until he could keep himself from
collapsing on top of Tony as he pulled out and dropped down next to
Tony turned onto his side, opening his eyes for the first time. He
smiled softly and leaned over to kiss Gibbs. "Now that's a great way to
wake up," he said, snuggling close.
"I don't know." Gibbs wrapped an arm around him, kissed his forehead.
"I'm about ready to sleep."
Tony laughed and ran his fingers through Gibbs' hair. "C'mon, Prince
Charming. Dinner is calling my name."
"What's it saying?"
"It's saying we should order in. Thai, I think. Or Chinese." Tony
stifled a yawn and slid down to rest his head on Gibbs' shoulder. "Once
we can move."
"That may be a while." Gibbs rubbed Tony's back, content to just lie
there for the time being.
"I don't mind." Tony looked up at him. "Do you mind that I came here? I
Gibbs put a finger over Tony's mouth. "No," he said simply. "It
was...nice to come home and see you."
Tony smiled, a little shyly. "I'll have to do it more often."
Gibbs just tightened his hold.