Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Pairings: Past Tony / Surprise Male Character
Word Count: 2,260
Timeline: Post - Judgment Day
Written For: sa3466996 from prompt here.
Thanks To: azraelz_angel; avamclean; triskellion
Crossposted: ncisfanfic; ncis_fic; ncis_slash; tonydinozzo
Summary: While Tony may not remember all the women he had been with over the years, he remembered every single man.
Tony sighed heavily as he collapsed on the bunk he had been provided for his duration on the Reagan. It was the first moment since Jenny had died that he had time to take a serious catalogue of where he was mentally. So much was compacted into such a short period of time that he wasn't entirely sure it had happened.
He wanted to blame himself for Jenny's death, but logically he knew no one but the Director herself was to blame for what happened. Had he given into Ziva's demands of checking on the wayward woman, the tragedy could have been much worse with Ziva, himself or both of them dead along with Jenny. In the end, things had turned out the best they could have gone given the circumstances. Even if it meant he didn't like it.
Dealing with Jenny's death was going to be hard enough, but Leon "fucking" Vance had to go and make matters worse. With his new authority as the Director of NCIS, Vance had effectively cut Gibbs' team to pieces and tossed them to sharks (in his case, literally).
Tony understood where Vance was coming from in regards to the others on the team. McGee needed a chance to show what he could do out from under Gibbs' orders. The younger agent had come a long way from the green probie they picked up in Norfolk, but he still had a long way to go. Heading up the cyber geeks would give a McGee a chance to show his skills to others and move forward.
Jenny had created Ziva's liaison position to NCIS. With Jenny dead and Vance in charge, Tony could understand that the man did not want to have an 'unknown' entity from a foreign agency to contend with. So sending Ziva home to Israel was the easiest option for removing her from Gibbs' team.
Then there was Tony himself. Outside of the death and subsequent cover-up of the Director of NCIS, there wasn't much that Vance could fault Tony for. The whole mess with La Grenouille rested on the shoulders of Jenny and Tony had just been following orders. Most, Gibbs included, would likely assume it was due to leaving Jenny alone in San Diego that had sealed Tony's new fate as Agent Afloat. But then, one should never assume.
Tony snorted to himself. He knew exactly why he was stuck in a hunk of metal in the Pacific Ocean thousands of miles away from the NCIS offices in D.C. It wasn't for punishment, promotion or any reason that could be justified on government letterhead…
Tony's buddies had ditched him hours ago at a different club. Each one had found a willing girl and vanished into the night. Tony had settled for shifting from body to body on the dance floor and when he lost interest in all the blond girls trying to catch his attention, he moved on to a different kind of club. With his frat brothers gone, there would be no witnesses to him looking for a different kind of connection on a Friday night in the heart of Chicago. The next day, he would be safely back at Ohio State with one month to go until his graduation. No one would ever know.
The new location he found was dark and smoky. There were men of varying ages drinking and talking. If he looked closer to the secluded booths and corners, he could see the other pastime for the bar. It was just the place he needed.
It didn't take long for men to proposition him for a bit of fun in one of those booths and a few even showed a hotel key. However, none of them were what he wanted. He didn't want to be on his knees for one them. He didn't want to be the 'pretty boy' they thought he was with his young looks and winning smile.
He didn't want to be controlled. He wanted to be the one calling the shots. He wanted to be the one holding another man's head in place as he fucked a welcoming mouth. He wanted a man who would let him open him up and take what he wanted. So, he found a seat at the bar and watched as the patrons came and went, waiting for the 'right' one to show.
Thirty minutes later, he was about to call it a night and let one of the guys with lingering eyes use him, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"This seat taken?"
Tony turned and eyed the man who had spoken. Black wasn't normally his thing, but the man was hot and he wasn't looking at Tony with the same predatory gleam the rest of the crowd had for him. This man wanted what Tony could give him, and he could give a lot.
After some small talk, Tony stood and walked toward the restroom with a flick of head to motion the other man to follow. While he liked watching, he didn't want to put on a show for the others to enjoy. He liked to keep his endeavors more private.
Once behind the door, Tony found a spot along the wall that allowed him to see the door as it opened. He leaned back with his arms crossed on his chest and his hips thrust out. It's was only moments before the door opened to reveal the man from the bar. He paused in the doorway before hooking the chain on the door, effectively keeping prying eyes out.
Tony held his ground and let the man come to him. He watched with amusement and the brown eyes latched onto his crotch and a pink tongue flashed out to moisten the full lips the man possessed. Tony shifted slightly to relieve the pressure on his growing bulge.
When the man got within reach, Tony grabbed him by the shoulders before he could resist and sealed their lips together. There was the tang of the beer before Tony flicked his tongue out and pushed into his partner's mouth. He found himself dueling with another tongue before he pulled back and thrust his tongue back and forth into the warmth in a mimic of what he wanted to do with another part of his body.
Taking the hint, his partner pulled back and gave him an appraising look before sliding down his body to kneel on the floor in front of him. Tony let his head fall back against the wall as he felt fingers working the zipper of his jeans. Soon, he felt a rush of air as his cock sprang free and his pants and boxers were shoved to his knees.
When a moist hand touched his cock, he let out a hiss of pleasure at finally finding some action for the night. The hand slid over his dick and he felt himself harden in response to the talented fingers moving over his sensitive flesh. Evidently the man noticed his reactions because Tony was treated to a toothy grin just before the mouth enveloped the tip of his cock.
Tony brought his hands down to his partner's head and curled his fingers into the closely cropped hair. He shivered slightly when he felt hands slide up his thighs. He couldn't hold back a small thrust of his hips as those hands started to knead the flesh of his ass. The mouth moving on his growing cock moved with the thrust and Tony felt himself slide further into the warm heat engulfing him.
They set a steady rhythm that lasted for several minutes. The only sounds were their increased breathing and the sucking sound of his cock moving in the wet mouth. Tony lost himself in the feeling for those minutes until he realized pre-come was starting to trickle into his partner's mouth. His mind told him it was time to move things on the next level.
With a bit of reluctance, he pulled the head off of his cock and looked into the darkened eyes of the man below him. He moved a hand across the face and let his fingers trail over the mouth that had just been on his dick. He grinned when the agile tongue flicked out to swipe across his fingers.
"I want to fuck you," Tony said suddenly and he watched the eyes of the other man darken further with desire. It didn't take long for them to move toward the counter containing several sinks. Tony shared a deep kiss with the man, tasting the remnants of his own pre-come, before he turned him around to bend over the counter.
His partner's pants had been pushed down and Tony ran his hands over the smooth ass that was presented to him. He slowly parted the cheeks and studied the hole he found with anticipation of being buried deep inside it. He let his hand trail further down to reach between the man's legs and palm his heavy balls. He was treated to a moan mingled with an impatient, "What are you waiting for?"
In response, Tony lightly patted the man's ass and grabbed the condom and lube he had stuffed in his pocket earlier that night. The next several minutes were spent slipping his slick fingers into the tight hole and feeling the muscles contract around them as he worked on stretching the other man. He was three fingers in when a sharp, "Now!" had him pulling his fingers back and replacing them with the head of his cock.
With his hands gripping his partner's hips, Tony began to push himself inside the welcoming body beneath him. He inched forward until his body was flush with the man's backside, his balls lightly bumping against his partner. He stayed still for several moments, letting his partner adjust and relishing in the tightness clamped around his aching cock.
Then he started to thrust. It was slow at first, but as the body beneath him relaxed, he picked up the pace. Before long, they were both breathing hard and the slap of skin on skin echoed through the small room. Tony felt himself growing close and he reached a hand down to wrap around the hard cock of his partner.
The man beneath him came first with a grunt and a spurt of come over Tony's hand and the front of the sink counter. When the muscles wrapped around his own cock tightened, Tony found himself spilling into the condom with his grunt of satisfaction. He leaned forward to rest on top of the man's back as they both came down from their respective orgasms.
When time returned to normal, Tony pulled himself from the other man and began to clean up with some wet paper towels from the nearby sink. They didn't talk as they pulled their clothes back into order and left the sanctuary of the bathroom.
The patrons of the bar didn't give them a second glance as they returned to their seats and ordered a new drink. Tony noticed the other man wince slightly as he took his seat, but otherwise, everything appeared normal. Tony started on his drink as the man pulled out a toothpick and began chewing on it.
"Oral fixation?" Tony asked lightly.
"I like the taste of wood in my mouth," was the response and Tony let loose with a deep belly laugh feeling better than he had all day. They would never see each other again, but it was fun while it lasted.
Tony had known he was doomed the moment Vance walked into the evidence garage during the investigation into La Grenouille's death. While Tony may not remember all the women he had been with over the years, he remembered every single man. Fifteen years had passed, but Tony could still recognize the man he fucked in Chicago in the expression of the then Assistant Director; the toothpick in his mouth sealed the deal.
Tony had only seen a brief flash of recognition cross Vance's face in their first meeting, before the other man schooled his expression. The fact that he had stayed for several weeks while Jenny was on leave didn't help Tony. He practically jumped at the chance to go to Iraq when the case led that direction, and Vance, despite what he thought of Tony's education and background, was all too eager to get him away from D.C. It foreshadowed Tony's current situation perfectly.
However, the more Tony thought about it, the more he figured Vance had done them both a favor. Had Tony remained in D.C. with Vance as the Director, he would have become a nervous wreck. He would always have wondered if the Director would use the knowledge of what they did in that bathroom to affect Tony's career. While he didn't particularly like being Agent Afloat, it was a promotion from senior field agent.
Then there was Gibbs. Tony was fairly certain the man didn't know that Tony had the occasional urge to find an anonymous man for a quickie. If Vance had left Tony in D.C. where Gibbs could watch their interactions, Tony knew without a doubt that Gibbs would have put two and two together.
So, all things considered, it was best for both Tony and Vance that Tony was trapped on a hunk of metal in the middle of the ocean. The last thing either of them needed was for Gibbs to learn about their shared moment fifteen years ago. Some things were better left in the past.
Author's Note: When sa3466996 first gave this prompt, the only thing I could think of was Tony putting out in order to get back on Gibbs' team and I did not want to write it. Then inspiration struck and I found a plot bunny that ran away with me. It was hard to write the middle section knowing who was with Tony, but I think I pulled it off. That said, I don't think I'll be revisiting this pairing again anytime soon.