Written For: hellesofbelles for ncis_ficathon 2010
Prompt: Gibbs/Tony/Fornell, Two alpha males always fighting it out to see who will be the one in charge of their lovemaking with Tony caught in the middle.
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Word Count: 1,500
Note: I apologize for the lateness of this. Real life kind of threw a wrench in things the weekend these were due and it's just now getting better.
Crossposted: ncisfanfic; ncis_fic; gibbs_dinozzo; ncis_ficathon; ncis_slash
Summary: Tony loved poker night.
"Had this feisty redheaded suspect today. Reminded me of our ex-wife."
"Kiss her? I kissed mine a few years ago."
"Nah. Reminded me what she did when she kicked me out. Wanted to slug her instead."
"So what'd you do about it?"
"Read her her rights and tossed her in a holding cell for the night."
"Too bad that didn't work with Diane."
"Tell me about it, Jethro."
Tony resisted rolling his eyes at the typical conversation that filtered from the kitchen on poker night. He could care less about the bastards' common ex-wife. He just wanted the game over so they could get to the good stuff. But Gibbs and Fornell loved to torture him and drawing out the game was just one of the many ways they could achieve that.
Tony tried to shift a bit in the hard kitchen chair to find a more comfortable position, but the knots were all snug. And moving just left him more frustrated as the strategically placed silk scarf fluttered over his hard cock. Then his gag muffled a groan as the butt plug shifted inside him.
Oh yeah, he thought to himself, they love to torture me.
Knowing it would be a while before the game wrapped up; Tony let his mind drift back to the first night.
Gibbs had told him that his door was open and Tony took it for the invitation that it was. His ears were still ringing from the explosion and he was sore from the impact of the shockwave. He wanted nothing more than to just crawl into bed and sleep for the next week, but he knew that wouldn't happen staying at Gibbs' house.
Something about being so close to the man kept him wired. That had led to a disastrous stay the last time when he had accidently broken a piece off of Gibbs' boat. So getting an open invitation this time was a shock and he wasn't going to turn it down.
After leaving the scene, he had made his way to the office to collect his bags and get a jumpstart on his report. He knew his he was procrastinating, but he couldn't help but be a little nervous.
When he finally pulled down the street that Gibbs lived on, he was shocked to see a government sedan parked out front that didn't belong to Gibbs. He toyed with the idea of heading back to the office, but if he didn't show after the invite, Gibbs would head slap him into next week.
Sucking up some non-existent courage, he made his way inside. The only light was filtering in from the kitchen and he could hear low voices and the click of something on the table. He made his way quietly to the door and stared in shock at the site sight of Gibbs and Fornell enjoying a game of poker.
"'Bout time you got here," Gibbs' gruff voice startled him. "Game's almost over and I told Tobias we'd have a guest. He was gettin' antsy."
"That was you gettin' antsy, Jethro. How's it going DiNozzo?"
Tony blinked, but the scene in front of him didn't change. "Good, since I'm not in a body bag for you to toss out along the highway."
"Glad there's no hard feelings there," Fornell said around a sip of bourbon.
Taking it as an invitation, Tony flipped one of the remaining chairs around and took a look at the poker game. He smiled when he saw the larger stack of chips in front of Gibbs.
"Looks like NCIS trumps the feebs in everything these days," Tony quipped around a smile. The other two didn't respond but traded a slight smile that unnerved Tony.
"Guess we'll find out," Fornell said as he pushed his remaining chips into the pot. "All in, Jethro."
"Let's see what you got this time, Tobias."
A small straight was fanned out on the table.
"Gotcha this time," Gibbs intoned as he put down a full house.
"But I think we'll both end up winning in the end tonight," Fornell said as he downed the last of his drink.
Then Tony was startled as the man turned an appraising eye to him. He could practically feel Fornell's eyes undressing him as he tried to will his cock into submission from the stare.
"Boss?" Tony winced as the question came out with more of a squeak than he intended.
Tony met Gibbs' eyes and was shocked to see the darkened blue staring back at him with a look of hunger.
"I won the game, Tony. Means I'm in charge tonight. You okay with that."?"
Tony just nodded, not trusting his voice to work. He'd always pictured a moment like this with Gibbs. Fornell was never part of his fantasy, but he could go with the flow. He was sure it would be more than worth it.
"Then go upstairs, my room. Undress and lay belly down."
"On it Boss," and he hurried to obey.
Once in position, he let his eyes fall shut as he tried to calm his breathing. He forced himself to keep his head down when he heard the other two men enter the room, no matter how much he wanted to see their eyes on his naked body.
"So what's on the agenda for tonight, Jethro?"
"You'll find out," and Tony could hear the smirk in his voice. "Sit at the head of the bed, no touching."
Tony could feel the bed dip around him as Fornell took his place. When he finally risked opening his eyes, he was face-to-face with a hard cock that already had a drop of pre-come at the tip. He looked up further and saw Fornell staring back at him.
"Never thought I would hear him this quiet, Jethro," Fornell said as he parted his legs a little farther around Tony's body. "Sure he's okay?"
Then Gibbs was leaning in against his ear. "You okay with this, Tony?"
Tony mumbled what he hoped was a yes. His response got him a swipe of Gibbs' tongue to his ear before a faint whisper meant only for him could be heard.
"Gonna have you suck him while I fuck you, Tony. Wanted this ass since you bent over that dead body in Baltimore."
All Tony could do was moan. Then he watched in fascination as Gibbs tied Fornell's hands to the bed posts.
"Don't want you getting ideas of touching tonight, Tobias. I was won the game this time."
"There's always next time, Jethro. But I think I'll enjoy myself plenty," he added with a little thrust of hips in the direction of Tony's face.
Tony glanced up at Gibbs for permission and the short nod got him into motion.
Since Gibbs seemed to be on a no touching kick, Tony kept his hands on the mattress as he leaned up get a taste of Fornell's cock waving in front of him.
He flicked his tongue out and licked around the flared head for a few minutes before sucking the tip into his mouth. Working without hands was a bit of a challenge, but Tony had plenty of skills when it came to sucking cocks and he wanted to show off.
He was so intent on Fornell, that he didn't notice Gibbs getting into position behind him until the first slick finger entered him. He let out a groan and sucked Fornell's cock further into his mouth.
"God..." Fornell groaned out. "Kid's got a mouth on him."
"Can't wait to try it out," Gibbs grunted. "But just wait to you feel his ass. So tight."
It wasn't long before Tony found himself caught between to two cocks. Gibbs was driving into him from behind with a force that Tony hadn't felt before. The man was penetrating him deeper than anyone else had reached and Tony couldn't help but rock back into the sensation.
Then there was Fornell's leaking cock in front of him. It's girth was filling his mouth and he could feel it bumping the back of his throat.
He couldn't tell who came first, but it wasn't long before he felt and tasted Fornell at the back of his throat. At some point, Gibbs' hand had migrated to his dick and was now milking him for all he was worth. And Gibbs himself had given one last hard thrust into Tony before coming with a shout.
Tony wasn't sure how long they laid there, his face in Fornell's groin and Gibbs' softening cock buried deep within his body. Eventually, they moved with Fornell's hands being unbound and a wet cloth being passed around.
Tony had the middle that night in Gibbs' welcoming bed. It was the same position he had ended in every poker night since...
"Think that got his attention?"
"Looks like it. Better keep it up."
Tony focused on the warm mouth that had just enveloped his hard dick. He wasn't sure who won this game, but at the moment, he didn't really care.
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