In the end, it didn't really matter who had
He'd never intended for it to happen. Never thought--but as with so much else, it was the lack of thinking that had
gotten him into this.
Yeah, he'd wanted Gibbs for a long time.
Honestly, though, who wouldn't? The man was gorgeous, intelligent as
hell, and...okay, there was that intimidation factor, but Tony had
always had a thing for strong-willed people, women or men.
No one knew about that part of him. He knew the
rules. He was a cop--and now a federal agent. So he played up the
ladies' man part of his life and squashed the other side down as far as
he could. When it got too overwhelming he went out and could generally
lose himself in a night of dancing and watered-down drinks and a
one-night stand in someone's hotel room. The last didn't happen that
often--not for lack of opportunity, but for lack of interest. It was
just too dangerous.
But he'd never thought anything would happen
with Gibbs. The man was his *boss*, for one. And for another...well,
he'd been married three times. No evidence to support he was anything
but purely Marine-ramrod-in-the-spine-straight. And even if it hadn't
been for the first two, Tony was pretty sure Gibbs didn't sleep with
people he didn't respect.
Bitter thought, but sometimes he wondered just how true it was.
Of course, *none* of that explained why he was
currently pushed up against the wall of said boss's bedroom, scrabbling
at Gibbs' shoulders for something to hold on to while Gibbs made a
four-course meal out of his throat and had one thigh pushed between his
And frankly, Tony didn't care. He'd deal with the consequences later.
Somehow he hit the bed, Gibbs on top of him,
their hands linked and pushed over Tony's head. Gibbs tore his mouth
away from Tony's throat and kissed him, hard and hot and heavy. Tony
groaned into the kiss and pulled his hands free, wanting to get rid of
--but Gibbs growled against his mouth and pinned
his hands again. "Don't move," he whispered. "Just...don't." He bit
Tony's jaw, soothing the small hurt with his tongue. "My control is only
so good, Tony."
Tony looked up, seeing the dilated pupils and
the faint flush of lust. He felt the faint tremor in Gibbs' hands where
they covered his wrists. A thrill ran through him at the knowledge that
*he* had done this and he arched up deliberately, pushing his groin
against Gibbs'. "I don't care," he breathed. "You want me? Have me. Take
me. Anything you want. Just do it."
He spread his legs, letting Gibbs settle between
them, his weight pressing Tony down. This was insane, this was crazy,
and Tony was beyond caring. If he was only going to have one night,
which was likely, he was going to make the most of it.
"Anything I want?" Gibbs' eyes darkened further. "Be careful what you ask for, Tony."
Oh God, he was in so much trouble and it felt so
good. "I don't care," he said again, voice low and husky. "You think you
can handle me? Go on. Do it. Make me scream."
The grip on his wrists tightened almost
painfully. "Oh, I will," Gibbs promised. "I will."
His mouth came down hard on Tony's again, tongue
pushing insistently inside, teasing and exploring. Tony gasped into the
kiss and wrapped one leg around Gibbs' hips, trying to get more
friction, more contact, anything.
He tried to break the hold Gibbs had on his
wrists but only succeeded in earning another growl and a sharp nip to
the side of his neck. "Anything *I* want," Gibbs reminded him.
"Shoulda known you'd be bossy in bed," Tony said with amusement.
Gibbs ground against his hips, hard enough to
make him whimper. "You asked for it," he said darkly. He released Tony's
hands, kneeling back. "Don't move," he said again, fingertips tracing a
burning line down Tony's chest. "Don't you dare move."
Tony lost track of what was happening,
overwhelmed by Gibbs' presence, his mouth, his *hands*--God, his hands
were everywhere, touching him, stroking him, sliding off his clothes
when he wasn't even paying attention. "Fuck--Gibbs--" he gasped,
reaching for the man. This time Gibbs let Tony pull him down into a
hard, deep kiss, cocks sliding and bumping against each other.
"That what you want, Tony?" Gibbs breathed,
nuzzling at his throat. "You want me to fuck you? You want me inside you
In answer, he spread his legs, bending his knees
so his feet were flat on the bed. "What do you think?" he challenged.
He had no idea where the lube had come from. He
didn't care. Gibbs had one hand on his thigh and one slick finger
working into him and it felt so good Tony nearly bit through his lip.
"Impatient, aren't you," Gibbs murmured, twisting his finger.
"Just shut up and fuck me." Tony meant it to
come out a little more strongly than it did--the way he sounded, it was
more of a plea.
"Getting there." Gibbs' voice darkened. "But I
won't hurt you."
"I don't care." Tony whimpered at the feel of a
second callused finger pushing into him.
"I do." Gibbs' free hand stroked over his
stomach. "Can't do this again for a while if I hurt you."
Tony froze at that, staring at him. "What?" he
"You thought this was a once-off?" Gibbs
"I--well--" Tony's head fell back as Gibbs'
fingers brushed over his prostate. "Boss, I can't *think* when you do
"Good. Don't think."
That was easy enough--he closed his eyes,
falling into sensation. Two slippery fingers inside him, a gentle hand
roaming over his stomach and his chest, the sound of his own ragged
breathing and the occasional hitch in Gibbs', and he was so close to
coming just from this alone he nearly sobbed when the fingers pulled out
He heard the rip of a condom wrapper and his
hands fisted in the sheets in anticipation. His legs were lifted, hooked
over Gibbs' shoulders--and then Gibbs pushed into him, slow and sure,
filling him and stretching him almost beyond what he thought he could
take. "God," he gasped, fighting to relax.
Gibbs stopped, half in and half out of his body,
waiting with excruciating patience until Tony could relax just enough
for him to slide in the rest of the way. "Tight as a virgin," Gibbs
muttered, bracing himself over Tony.
"I'm not," Tony managed with a shaky laugh.
"Just...been a while."
But Gibbs didn't move. Tony opened his eyes to
see the man over him, jaw clenched. "Um--" he began.
"If I move now, it's going to be over in ten
seconds," Gibbs said through gritted teeth. "Do you have any idea how
fucking hot you are?"
Tony's whole body tightened at those words and
Gibbs groaned. "Fuck," he breathed, beginning to move.
"C'mon, c'mon..." Tony's hands dug deeper into
the sheets. "I don't--" He groaned, his head falling to one side. "I
don't need your control and I don't need you to be gentle," he ground
out. "I need you to fuck me. Hard. Now."
And then neither one of them had breath to
speak, because Gibbs had given in to Tony's words and his own body's
demands and Tony could only hang on for dear life. He heard himself
whimpering and moaning, heard the slap of Gibbs' balls against his ass.
Sweat ran down his face and dampened his hair but his mouth was dry as
sand. One hand released its grip on the sheets and he flung his arm over
his face, reaching up with his other hand for Gibbs' arm.
His body was tightening, white-hot pleasure
coiling in his belly, but right before he could come Gibbs cried out
harshly and froze inside him. Tony almost wept in frustration, his whole
Gibbs pulled out of him in one smooth move and
slid down, his mouth wrapping around Tony's cock, hot and wet and
sucking him down. He was so close it took seconds before he arched and
came down Gibbs' throat.
Slowly, his heart stopped racing. He felt sore
and stretched and his whole body was purring with pleasure. When he
cracked his eyes open he saw Gibbs throwing out the condom before
half-collapsing next to him on the bed.
Neither one of them spoke.
After some amount of time--minutes? hours? Tony
had no idea--Gibbs raised his head and looked over at him. "Get under
the covers," he said, his voice rough. "Room gets cold at night."
Apparently, he was spending the night. Tony
crawled under the covers, automatically curling up around Gibbs. To his
surprise--and pleasure--Gibbs just sighed a little and linked their
He expected to stay awake longer. But great sex
had short-circuited his brain and he gave up the battle, sleep pulling
him under as inorexably as the warmth of Gibbs next to him.
His last thought was a prayer that they wouldn't
get a case before six in the morning.