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thefroggTitle: No Good Scheme Goes Unpunished, or When Sporks Fly, Chapter 3
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fluffnutter and thefrogg
Fandom: NCIS
Beta: Each other?
Pairing: Gibbs/Tony
Warnings: Hurt/comfort, well-meaning hostage taking, coarse language, m/m sex
Summary: Abby, Ziva and McGee think Gibbs and Tony need to confess their true feelings to one another and set up a plan to force them together. Hilarity and angst ensue.
Tony woke with a start after less than an hour, body calming beneath the hand Gibbs rested on his shoulder. "Boss?"
"Hmm?" The utter neutrality in Gibbs' voice betrayed him.
"We're not getting out, are we?" Tony asked in a small voice, knowing the answer.
"I don't think so." Gibbs tucked his chin to his chest, lips pressed together tightly. Then, "I'd have to leave you alone to look for a way out."
Tony shuddered, the thought of being left alone making him curl in on himself. His throat closed.
"Hey, hey, I'm not leaving you!"
A hand gripped the back of his neck, pulling him up and over, the other running down his side to push at his knees until he settled against a hard chest, forehead to Gibbs' shoulder. The familiar feeling of a slap to the back of his head made him gasp and gulp down air.
"Wake up, DiNozzo, I'm not leaving you alone and you know it."
"Boss."
"Tony."
Tony sighed into Gibbs' shirt, the cloth going hot against his lips. There was no way Gibbs was going to…
"Tony?"
"Fuck me."
"Tony…"
"You know it's the only way."
"I already…"
"You gave me a handjob."
"Well, yes."
Tony blinked, and risked raising his head. Gibbs's ears were pink. "Jethro, please." Whatever had embarrassed him wasn't enough to keep Tony safe from his own mind. "You know it's the only way to make me sleep through the night when..." He couldn't continue, ducking his head again and shivering with too many memories, of Kate's death, of the plague, of being chained to Jeffrey White…
"Stay with me."
Tony huddled closer, suddenly chilled. "Boss."
"We're in a storage closet at work, DiNozzo." But Gibbs knew he'd already lost the fight.
"It's not the worst place we've had sex."
The irony made Gibbs chuckle.
"You know you're going to give in, so just fuck me and get it over with."
"Get it over with?" Gibbs' fingers bit into the back of Tony's neck.
Tony gulped, hardly daring to meet Gibbs' gaze as he was dragged upright. "Boss? I was just, I…"
"Tony."
Tony shut his mouth.
"Making love to you is never a chore," Gibbs bit out. "Do you understand me?" Gibbs' eyes flashed with anger, and the need to prove it.
Tony didn't care, just nodded and reached up, moaning into Gibbs' mouth. Losing himself in the possessiveness of Gibbs' kiss, Tony was only dimly aware of being tilted backwards, one strong arm supporting him as he was lowered to the floor. There was a momentary hesitation, and then he found himself cushioned by a haphazardly spread blanket. "Boss..." His hands pulled at Gibbs' jacket, trying to burrow to skin.
"Hang on, Tony, I got you." Gibbs shed the jacket, then pulled his Henley and tee over his head.
Tony splayed his hands across Gibbs' belly as the tangled clothes were tossed out of the way. The heat of the skin against his fingers only drove home just how much he needed this, needed the distraction, and he let reluctantly let go to tug at his own jacket and tie.
"Let me," Gibbs murmured, leaning down to kiss Tony again, brushing his hands aside to get at knotted silk and tiny buttons.
"Anything." Anything that would let him forget where they were, that there were walls closing in on him. Anything like Gibbs' lips on his jaw, his throat, the sharp sting of teeth...he willingly lost himself in sensation, uncaring of his own voice as he whimpered and begged for more.
***
As much as he wanted to keep Tony's attention, Gibbs knew it was better this way. Better that Tony lay sprawled beneath him, all long limbs and pale skin, lost in his own pleasure. Gibbs couldn't resist cataloguing Tony's scars, pressing gentle lips to each only to have to pry uncoordinated fingers from his hair. "Easy, Tony, I got you."
"Please..." The word trailed off in a hiss, Tony opening his eyes to meet Gibbs'; they were glazed with passion, and something softer.
Something Gibbs rarely saw, and cherished when he did. He cursed inwardly at seeing it here, now, and shoved those dark emotions away. Tony couldn't afford them. "Tony?"
"Hmm..."
Gibbs smiled, amused and indulgent, as Tony arched, stretching all those lean muscles. His own hand slid down Tony's flank at the motion. "Lift up." He dragged one of the pillows from the bottom shelf and tucked it under Tony's ass, giving Tony's dick a single, too-light too-fast stroke as he did.
Tony whined.
"Yeah, I know, I know." One hand gripped Tony's thigh as he reached for a condom – and suppressed a disappointed shudder at the necessity – and the lube, thumb brushing the crease between leg and groin.¬
Fists knotted in the blanket, Tony raised his hips in blatant invitation. "Please."
"Relax, Tony, let me take care of you." Gibbs reluctantly let go just long enough to sheath himself, then slicked his fingers. A single digit met little resistance, and Gibbs added a second before curling them just so.
Tony moaned, pressing back and down.
"You want more?" Gibbs asked, his voice rough even to his own ears.
"All of you, give me, give..." Tony stretched one arm out, trying to pull Gibbs over him, onto him.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he growled.
"Want it, want you. No walls."
"Who's being bossy now?" But Gibbs let his fingers slip out and reached down, positioning himself as Tony got a grip on his shoulder and dug his fingers into muscle.
"You liiiiike…" Tony's teeth snapped shut on the gasp as Gibbs thrust in. "…me that way. Mmmm." Tony wrapped one leg around Gibbs' waist, pushing himself up with the other foot. "Feels so good."
"Yeah, you do." That startled a laugh out of Tony, and Gibbs had to bite his lip, his fingers digging into Tony's hips as he felt Tony's body clench around him.
"You promisssed--"
The rest was lost in a drawn-out hiss as Gibbs began to move, each smooth thrust inching them across the floor on the inadequate bedding.
Gibbs reached out and braced one arm against the wall. He was trying to wear Tony out, after all, not knock him unconscious. A sharp, impatient whine caught his attention. Then again, maybe knocking Tony out was the way to go.
“Please,” Tony whined, scrabbling at Gibbs’ back in an effort to draw his body closer and deeper. “Plea…oh!”
Gibbs cut off Tony’s begging with a sharp thrust that clicked Tony’s jaw shut. He leaned closer and suckled behind Tony’s ear, his lips forming a seal on the tender skin. He thrust again, the corners of his mouth turning up at the pained gasp it elicited. He felt the blood rising to the surface as he sucked in time with his thrusts.
Tony’s leg slipped from behind Gibbs’ back as his strength fled and he submitted to Gibbs. His hands slipped from Gibbs’ shoulders to rest on his forearms. His head lolled back, cushioned by Gibbs’ jacket. “Yes,” he begged silently. “Yours.”
“Mine,” Gibbs growled as he released Tony’s neck with a wet pop. He licked the forming bruise and began to thrust harder, driven by Tony’s submission. He bent down again, this time sealing his lips over Tony’s own. The arm that had been holding the wall at bay curled down and lifted Tony up and against his chest.
Tony’s eyes popped open as he was lifted and pushed back against the wall. He pulled his head back, but only managed a quick breath before Gibbs’ mouth was on his again. He tried to pull back again, but was sandwiched between Gibbs and the wall. And then he felt Gibbs’ other hand close around his dick, and the world went white.
The only sound in the storage room for several minutes after was the ragged breaths of the two men, one fast asleep, the other sated and smiling.
And silently plotting revenge.
***
Abby bound from the elevator, pigtails flapping behind her as she flew down the hall to her lab. She’d barely slept and had finally given up trying at 5 a.m. Now, two and half hours and two Caff-Pows later, she was at the door of the storage room, key in hand, unable to wait a second longer.
“You’re in early, my dear.”
Abby knocked her head against the door and dropped the key with a cry of pain.
“Gracious, Abby. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Ducky said as he rushed forward to retrieve the key. “You’re rather jumpy this morning. Or rather, more jumpy than … Jethro?”
Abby’s eyes went wide. “Ducky!” She made a swipe at the key, but missed. “I’m OK, but what’re you doing down here?” She tried to use her momentum from the flubbed swipe to steer Ducky away.
Ducky pulled from her grasp. “There’s no need to shout, Abby. I may be getting older, but my hearing’s just fine. Quite perfect, in fact.” He turned back toward the door. “Quite perfect enough that I know I heard … Jethro? Is that you?” He inserted the key.
Abby’s face crumpled. “Duckyyyyy!”
The door swung open.
Chapter 4
Authors:
fluffnutter and thefrogg Fandom: NCIS
Beta: Each other?
Pairing: Gibbs/Tony
Warnings: Hurt/comfort, well-meaning hostage taking, coarse language, m/m sex
Summary: Abby, Ziva and McGee think Gibbs and Tony need to confess their true feelings to one another and set up a plan to force them together. Hilarity and angst ensue.
Tony woke with a start after less than an hour, body calming beneath the hand Gibbs rested on his shoulder. "Boss?"
"Hmm?" The utter neutrality in Gibbs' voice betrayed him.
"We're not getting out, are we?" Tony asked in a small voice, knowing the answer.
"I don't think so." Gibbs tucked his chin to his chest, lips pressed together tightly. Then, "I'd have to leave you alone to look for a way out."
Tony shuddered, the thought of being left alone making him curl in on himself. His throat closed.
"Hey, hey, I'm not leaving you!"
A hand gripped the back of his neck, pulling him up and over, the other running down his side to push at his knees until he settled against a hard chest, forehead to Gibbs' shoulder. The familiar feeling of a slap to the back of his head made him gasp and gulp down air.
"Wake up, DiNozzo, I'm not leaving you alone and you know it."
"Boss."
"Tony."
Tony sighed into Gibbs' shirt, the cloth going hot against his lips. There was no way Gibbs was going to…
"Tony?"
"Fuck me."
"Tony…"
"You know it's the only way."
"I already…"
"You gave me a handjob."
"Well, yes."
Tony blinked, and risked raising his head. Gibbs's ears were pink. "Jethro, please." Whatever had embarrassed him wasn't enough to keep Tony safe from his own mind. "You know it's the only way to make me sleep through the night when..." He couldn't continue, ducking his head again and shivering with too many memories, of Kate's death, of the plague, of being chained to Jeffrey White…
"Stay with me."
Tony huddled closer, suddenly chilled. "Boss."
"We're in a storage closet at work, DiNozzo." But Gibbs knew he'd already lost the fight.
"It's not the worst place we've had sex."
The irony made Gibbs chuckle.
"You know you're going to give in, so just fuck me and get it over with."
"Get it over with?" Gibbs' fingers bit into the back of Tony's neck.
Tony gulped, hardly daring to meet Gibbs' gaze as he was dragged upright. "Boss? I was just, I…"
"Tony."
Tony shut his mouth.
"Making love to you is never a chore," Gibbs bit out. "Do you understand me?" Gibbs' eyes flashed with anger, and the need to prove it.
Tony didn't care, just nodded and reached up, moaning into Gibbs' mouth. Losing himself in the possessiveness of Gibbs' kiss, Tony was only dimly aware of being tilted backwards, one strong arm supporting him as he was lowered to the floor. There was a momentary hesitation, and then he found himself cushioned by a haphazardly spread blanket. "Boss..." His hands pulled at Gibbs' jacket, trying to burrow to skin.
"Hang on, Tony, I got you." Gibbs shed the jacket, then pulled his Henley and tee over his head.
Tony splayed his hands across Gibbs' belly as the tangled clothes were tossed out of the way. The heat of the skin against his fingers only drove home just how much he needed this, needed the distraction, and he let reluctantly let go to tug at his own jacket and tie.
"Let me," Gibbs murmured, leaning down to kiss Tony again, brushing his hands aside to get at knotted silk and tiny buttons.
"Anything." Anything that would let him forget where they were, that there were walls closing in on him. Anything like Gibbs' lips on his jaw, his throat, the sharp sting of teeth...he willingly lost himself in sensation, uncaring of his own voice as he whimpered and begged for more.
***
As much as he wanted to keep Tony's attention, Gibbs knew it was better this way. Better that Tony lay sprawled beneath him, all long limbs and pale skin, lost in his own pleasure. Gibbs couldn't resist cataloguing Tony's scars, pressing gentle lips to each only to have to pry uncoordinated fingers from his hair. "Easy, Tony, I got you."
"Please..." The word trailed off in a hiss, Tony opening his eyes to meet Gibbs'; they were glazed with passion, and something softer.
Something Gibbs rarely saw, and cherished when he did. He cursed inwardly at seeing it here, now, and shoved those dark emotions away. Tony couldn't afford them. "Tony?"
"Hmm..."
Gibbs smiled, amused and indulgent, as Tony arched, stretching all those lean muscles. His own hand slid down Tony's flank at the motion. "Lift up." He dragged one of the pillows from the bottom shelf and tucked it under Tony's ass, giving Tony's dick a single, too-light too-fast stroke as he did.
Tony whined.
"Yeah, I know, I know." One hand gripped Tony's thigh as he reached for a condom – and suppressed a disappointed shudder at the necessity – and the lube, thumb brushing the crease between leg and groin.¬
Fists knotted in the blanket, Tony raised his hips in blatant invitation. "Please."
"Relax, Tony, let me take care of you." Gibbs reluctantly let go just long enough to sheath himself, then slicked his fingers. A single digit met little resistance, and Gibbs added a second before curling them just so.
Tony moaned, pressing back and down.
"You want more?" Gibbs asked, his voice rough even to his own ears.
"All of you, give me, give..." Tony stretched one arm out, trying to pull Gibbs over him, onto him.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he growled.
"Want it, want you. No walls."
"Who's being bossy now?" But Gibbs let his fingers slip out and reached down, positioning himself as Tony got a grip on his shoulder and dug his fingers into muscle.
"You liiiiike…" Tony's teeth snapped shut on the gasp as Gibbs thrust in. "…me that way. Mmmm." Tony wrapped one leg around Gibbs' waist, pushing himself up with the other foot. "Feels so good."
"Yeah, you do." That startled a laugh out of Tony, and Gibbs had to bite his lip, his fingers digging into Tony's hips as he felt Tony's body clench around him.
"You promisssed--"
The rest was lost in a drawn-out hiss as Gibbs began to move, each smooth thrust inching them across the floor on the inadequate bedding.
Gibbs reached out and braced one arm against the wall. He was trying to wear Tony out, after all, not knock him unconscious. A sharp, impatient whine caught his attention. Then again, maybe knocking Tony out was the way to go.
“Please,” Tony whined, scrabbling at Gibbs’ back in an effort to draw his body closer and deeper. “Plea…oh!”
Gibbs cut off Tony’s begging with a sharp thrust that clicked Tony’s jaw shut. He leaned closer and suckled behind Tony’s ear, his lips forming a seal on the tender skin. He thrust again, the corners of his mouth turning up at the pained gasp it elicited. He felt the blood rising to the surface as he sucked in time with his thrusts.
Tony’s leg slipped from behind Gibbs’ back as his strength fled and he submitted to Gibbs. His hands slipped from Gibbs’ shoulders to rest on his forearms. His head lolled back, cushioned by Gibbs’ jacket. “Yes,” he begged silently. “Yours.”
“Mine,” Gibbs growled as he released Tony’s neck with a wet pop. He licked the forming bruise and began to thrust harder, driven by Tony’s submission. He bent down again, this time sealing his lips over Tony’s own. The arm that had been holding the wall at bay curled down and lifted Tony up and against his chest.
Tony’s eyes popped open as he was lifted and pushed back against the wall. He pulled his head back, but only managed a quick breath before Gibbs’ mouth was on his again. He tried to pull back again, but was sandwiched between Gibbs and the wall. And then he felt Gibbs’ other hand close around his dick, and the world went white.
The only sound in the storage room for several minutes after was the ragged breaths of the two men, one fast asleep, the other sated and smiling.
And silently plotting revenge.
***
Abby bound from the elevator, pigtails flapping behind her as she flew down the hall to her lab. She’d barely slept and had finally given up trying at 5 a.m. Now, two and half hours and two Caff-Pows later, she was at the door of the storage room, key in hand, unable to wait a second longer.
“You’re in early, my dear.”
Abby knocked her head against the door and dropped the key with a cry of pain.
“Gracious, Abby. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Ducky said as he rushed forward to retrieve the key. “You’re rather jumpy this morning. Or rather, more jumpy than … Jethro?”
Abby’s eyes went wide. “Ducky!” She made a swipe at the key, but missed. “I’m OK, but what’re you doing down here?” She tried to use her momentum from the flubbed swipe to steer Ducky away.
Ducky pulled from her grasp. “There’s no need to shout, Abby. I may be getting older, but my hearing’s just fine. Quite perfect, in fact.” He turned back toward the door. “Quite perfect enough that I know I heard … Jethro? Is that you?” He inserted the key.
Abby’s face crumpled. “Duckyyyyy!”
The door swung open.
Chapter 4
