Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Word Count: 2,542
Warnings: Male/Male Sex
Spoilers: Episode Tag 06x16 Bounce
Written For: jagfanlj (see note at bottom)
Crossposted: ncisfanfic; gibbs_dinozzo; gibbsbasement; ncis_fic; ncis_slash
Summary: When one method stops working, it's time for another to take its place.
Tony let out a sigh as the warm water cascaded over his tired body. Being the ‘boss’ again with Gibbs there to watch, as well as dealing with his failure from three years ago had taken its toll. Now, he wanted nothing more than to stand under the water until his aches were gone and the fact that he was responsible for an innocent man spending three years of his life in prison pushed to the furthest corner of his mind.
In the past, he generally found himself in a darkened club looking for any type of human contact that could drive the memories from his mind. It didn’t matter if the person he used was a man or woman, just that they either took him or let him take them depending on his mood and didn’t expect anything beyond one night. That method had held true since he was seventeen and trying desperately to put the things his father had told him behind him.
It changed the night Gibbs retired to Mexico. Once the reports were done and the rest of the team was seen to (Abby had cried on his shoulder for almost an hour), he changed into some fitted leather and headed out. In the morning, the only thing he had to show for it was the memory of the worse blowjob he’s ever given and the glaring memory of Gibbs walking out on them all.
Then came Jeanne. Even though he wanted nothing more than to find someone to fuck and lose himself in it, he couldn’t the entire time he was with her. For one, he found himself falling for her, hard. Then there was the risk factor. Every time he went somewhere as Anthony DiNozzo and not Anthony DiNardo, he risked discovery by anyone that knew his alias and knew Jeanne.
Once the entire sordid mess was over, he didn’t have it in his heart to go out for a night of anonymity. Perhaps it was a sign he was finally growing up or maybe he just wasn’t interested anymore. Whatever the case, he found himself more often than not taking a long shower and then watching a movie while nursing a beer and wondering where his life was going.
Since he had returned to DC from the Seahawk, everything had been off kilter. They were still solving cases, but their dynamics were not what they used to be. There were days he wondered if he would have been better off staying on assignment on the Seahawk instead of returning to the Navy Yard.
Then came the knowledge that he had screwed up and because of it, an innocent man rotted in prison for three years and worked to solve his own case. There was no excuse for missing the fact that Renny wasn’t even in the country at the time of the theft. One of Gibbs’ rules was to double-check everything, but he didn’t and Renny paid the price.
Tony let out another sigh as he picked up the soap and lathered his body. Despite learning of his mistake, the hardest part of the case had been facing Gibbs after he had lost his direction near the end of the case. He had expected his boss to take him down hard and take the case back under his own control. What he got instead left him confused beyond reason. Never in his wildest dreams could he picture Gibbs telling him to his face that he was proud of him. He had strived for almost a decade alongside the man and only had a handful of good jobs and atta-boys to show for it.
However, it was the praise that left him in the midst of swirling emotions. It was how Gibbs was physically in his space before Abby interrupted them. There was a moment as they looked into each other’s eyes that Tony felt like they could have something more than a working relationship, more than a casual friendship. If Abby hadn’t have shown up, Tony wasn’t sure if he could have stopped himself from closing the scant distance between.
Tony bit back a groan as his soapy hand reached his cock as he brought the memory of Gibbs’ face from that moment to the forefront of his mind. He’d avoided thinking of Gibbs during any of his sexual fantasies since the first time he had stayed at the man’s house. It had been a disaster in the making with Tony walking in on Gibbs in the bathroom just as the older man had finished jerking off. Tony had mumbled a, “Sorry boss,” and all but ran back to his room. He’d spent the night picturing the look on Gibbs’ face as he reached his completion. It had taken weeks and more trips than normal to one of his favorite “anything goes” bars to get over it.
Now, he combined the picture of Gibbs telling him how proud he was of him with that long ago picture of Gibbs in the throws of his climax as he slid his hand across his hardening dick. ’God,’ he thought. ’Why now?’
“Why Gibbs?” he moaned out loud as his thumb trailed over his cockhead. It wasn’t long before his mind was in tune with the rest of his body’s desires. He found himself picturing every time Gibbs had smiled at him, touched him, even given him head slaps.
Tony’s breathing became ragged as he edged closer to a climax. It was then that his ears picked up a scratching sound coming from outside the shower. It wasn’t loud at first, but gradually it increased to the point where it was competing with Tony’s harsh breath for dominance.
“Damn mice,” he muttered as he gripped his cock a little stronger, bringing a hint of pain into his fantasies. The scuffling sounds were soon forgotten as he pictured Gibbs’ face tilting back during that once witnessed moment so many years before.
Just as he was about to come, the scuffling turned into a loud grinding sound as something fell in the fan churning away in the vent. Tony jumped and then grasped for a purchase on the slippery wall of the shower to prevent himself from falling.
Still hard, he cut the shower off and sprinted to the other side of the room where he flung the door open and grabbed the gun still sitting on the hallway stand. He leaned back into the bathroom with his gun trained toward the ceiling expecting to see blood and small animal parts dripping from the vent.
Moments passed and the grinding sound ceased along with the whirring of the fan. Tony held his breath as he kept the gun trained on the fan. He jumped when a small scuffling sound occurred in the vent again. Already on edge, he automatically swiveled his body and gun in the opposite direction when he heard someone clear a throat behind him.
Tony froze in place as several things slammed into his consciousness at once. In front of him stood his boss, who was wearing a smirk and had a glint in his eyes that Tony rarely saw. Then Tony realized that he was naked, wet and pointing a gun at his boss. Lastly, he flushed bright red when he realized he was still hard from fantasizing about that long ago moment he witnessed at Gibbs’ house. Tony lowered his gun and frantically tried to explain what was happening.
“Uh- Boss. There was this sound and then there was grinding and I was in the shower thinking about- wait. You don’t need to know what I was thinking about because that’s not relevant to the situation, but- what are you doing in my apartment?”
Gibbs continuing smirking as he asked, “You done yet, DiNozzo?”
“Shutting up, Boss.”
Then Tony found he couldn’t speak if he wanted to as Gibbs stepped into his personal space just like he had done earlier in the day. The two stared at each for several long moments and this time there was no Abby to interrupt them.
Tony felt his heart rate increase, his breathing pick up and his dick took a renewed interest in the direct attention he was receiving from his boss’ eyes. He shuddered when he felt Gibbs’ hand circle his wrist while the other hand removed Tony’s gun from his suddenly tight grip. Tony continued staring as he heard the clunk of the smooth metal being sat on the stand behind him.
Tony watched in fascination as Gibbs slowly brought a hand up to cup his face. The way Gibbs was acting reminded Tony of the lion tamer he saw years ago as a child. If the man made one wrong move, he would lose everything. ‘Or maybe Gibbs as a lion tamer is the wrong analogy,’ Tony thought briefly when a predatory gleam crossed Gibbs’ face.
“Boss…” Tony breathed out. With the one word, he put every feeling he had ever had towards Gibbs behind it. And it worked.
Before Tony could utter another word, his mouth was covered with the warmth of Gibbs’. The kiss started out closed mouth, but soon Tony was lost in the sensation of Gibbs nibbling on his lower lip with increasing intensity. When Tony opened for a gasp of air, Gibbs took advantage and his tongue slid inside, mapping the contours of Tony’s mouth.
Tony last track of time until he felt the smooth surface of the wall connect with his still wet back. He let his hands trail down Gibbs’ back, coming to a rest on Gibbs’ firm ass. He pulled Gibbs’ clothed body into his own and let out a moan into the older man’s expert mouth as his hard, leaking cock pressed against the jean covered bulge.
Gibbs pulled his mouth back and then started working his way down Tony’s throat to intersection of his shoulder and neck. Tony cried out when Gibbs lightly bit the sensitive flesh before lavishing it with his tongue as if to lick away the hurt.
“Bedroom. Boss,” Tony managed to stutter out.
Gibbs took the hint and it wasn’t long before Tony was stretched out on his bed looking up as Gibbs quickly shed his clothing. Tony licked his lips when Gibbs’ cock sprang forth with a patch of wiry silver hair nestled at the base of it.
“Like what you see, DiNozzo?” Gibbs asked with a hint of amusement mixed with lust.
“Always have, Boss,” Tony answered just before Gibbs leaned down and completely covered his body with his own.
“Good. Where’s your supplies?”
Tony made a gesture toward the nightstand and watched in anticipation as Gibbs leaned over to grab a condom and tube of lube.
“So how do you want me, Boss?” Tony asked with a grin.
“Just like that, Tony,” Gibbs huffed out as he tossed the condom packet on Tony’s chest and placed a dollop of lube on his fingers. Then, to Tony’s amazement, Gibbs leaned forward and started kissing him while his lubed hand reached around and started working open his own hole.
“Boss… I thought-“ Tony started only to be cut off by Gibbs delivering a nip to his lips.
“Don’t think DiNozzo,” Gibbs said matter-of-factly. “You telling me you don’t want to watch me ride you?” Gibbs asked as he lowered his body so that Tony’s cock slid behind Gibbs’ balls and rubbed at the outside of his slickened hole.
Tony could only stare with his mouth opened wide as his eager cock spoke for him. “When you put it that way…” he trailed off as he watched Gibbs tear open the condom and slide it onto his waiting cock.
Both Tony and Gibbs let out a moan as Gibbs slid his body down until he was fully seated on Tony’s dick. Tony automatically reached out and grasped Gibbs’ thighs into his hands, his fingers digging in hard enough that they would leave marks. They stayed that way for several moments, just breathing in unison.
Then Gibbs shifted and moved upward enough that just the head of Tony’s cock was still inside him. Then Tony took control and pivoted his hips upward to push back into Gibbs’ welcoming body.
As they increased the pace, Gibbs leaned down to suck on Tony’s nipples. Tony gasped loudly when Gibbs bit one and he found himself slamming into Gibbs all the harder.
Tony could feel his balls tightening and by the look on Gibbs’ face, he knew that he had found Gibbs’ prostate. Still thrusting into Gibbs, Tony took final control and executed a flip that would have made Gibbs proud had they been on the mats during a training session.
In his new position, Tony moved Gibbs’ legs onto his shoulders and set a hard pace that left them both breathless. With one arm braced on the bed, Tony grasped Gibbs’ cock with his free hand and began stroking in time with his thrusts.
“God. Tony…” he heard Gibbs breath out just before warmth spilled over his hand and onto Gibbs’ stomach.
As he came, Gibbs’ clenched hard around Tony’s cock and Tony cried out as he spilled deep inside Gibbs’ body for the first time. Tony kept his cock inside Gibbs as he rode through his climax with minute thrusts. Then he couldn’t keep himself upright and collapsed onto Gibbs’ strong body. He was vaguely aware of Gibbs moving his legs down, taking the used condom off him and pulling the covers over them.
Completely spent, both men remained stretched out under the covers hours later. They weren’t cuddling, but if their legs entwined and Tony’s arm wrapped around Gibbs’ chest and his head rested in the crook of Gibbs’ neck, they weren’t going to complain. They laid in blissful silence, with only the sound of their steady breathing filling the room.
Eventually, Gibbs’ hand crept up under Tony’s body so he could run his fingers through the silky hair. Tony snuffled into Gibbs’ shoulder and the older man gave a soft chuckle.
With his face still buried in Gibbs’ shoulder, Tony mumbled, “So, why did you show up unannounced in my apartment, Boss? Not that I’m complaining, definitely not complaining, but why?”
“You want to tell me why you were standing naked, dripping wet and hard with a gun pointed at your bathroom ceiling?”
“Don’t ask, don’t tell. Gotcha, Boss,” Tony said with a sigh.
Gibbs’ hand stilled in Tony’s hair before he tilted his head over and whispered into Tony’s ear. “What happened with Renny was not your fault. You weren’t the only one working the case.”
Tony tipped his head up to look in Gibbs’ eyes. “Are you telling me that if the same thing had happened with you in charge, you wouldn’t take the blame? I was the boss. I said the case was closed. It was my decision.”
They stared into each other’s eyes for several long moments before Gibbs turned his lips up in a rare smile. “And that’s why I trust you to always have my six, Anthony DiNozzo. You’re a hell of an agent.”
Tony’s face lit up as he leaned towards Gibbs for a kiss. “And it’s a mighty fine six to have, Boss.”
Author's Note: For those wondering, the "thing" in the bathroom was a bird. I kid you not. Several weeks ago, I was taking a shower, minus Tony masturbating :-( when the sounds started. At first I thought it was a mouse and then all the sudden it started grinding and I dashed from the bathroom. The fan stopped working and through the next morning it was still making scratching noises. The maintenance guy came later that day and my roommate watched as they took a bird (a pigeon sized bird) out of the vent. :-)