Didn't expect this one to go this way...hope you like! Sequel to Fresh Meat
Tony groaned as “One Shot” spread him wide, pounding into him relentlessly. It was like this most nights, and given the moans and groans around them, Tony knew he wasn’t the only one getting it—and getting it good.
He and “One Shot” had one hell of a bond. The guy had been relentless, pulling information out of Tony slowly, patiently…and even gently. He hadn’t expected that. And when he awoke one day and the cobwebs were out of his mind, he realized just what “One Shot” had done for him, and he offered his ass—and his life--to the man.
Head injury, “One Shot” had said. Five years ago, after a bombing went very wrong and a car had exploded. After he’d left the hospital AMA, nobody’d seen him again. But “One Shot” had been sure he’d been alive, on the fringes of society, and when a few Tonys had been added to the prison system in this state, Gibbs had fabricated a hell of a backstory and had gotten himself inside.
For Tony. His lover.
And Tony finally remembered him. Giving his ass to Gibbs was the least he could do. And he was getting a hell of a benefit too.
“Coming,” Gibbs growled into Tony’s ear, crushing his dick in a punishing grip and pulling hard. It appealed to Tony’s pleasure/pain thing and started to push him over the edge.
One Shot, One Love
Tony groaned as “One Shot” spread him wide, pounding into him relentlessly. It was like this most nights, and given the moans and groans around them, Tony knew he wasn’t the only one getting it—and getting it good.
He and “One Shot” had one hell of a bond. The guy had been relentless, pulling information out of Tony slowly, patiently…and even gently. He hadn’t expected that. And when he awoke one day and the cobwebs were out of his mind, he realized just what “One Shot” had done for him, and he offered his ass—and his life--to the man.
Head injury, “One Shot” had said. Five years ago, after a bombing went very wrong and a car had exploded. After he’d left the hospital AMA, nobody’d seen him again. But “One Shot” had been sure he’d been alive, on the fringes of society, and when a few Tonys had been added to the prison system in this state, Gibbs had fabricated a hell of a backstory and had gotten himself inside.
For Tony. His lover.
And Tony finally remembered him. Giving his ass to Gibbs was the least he could do. And he was getting a hell of a benefit too.
“Coming,” Gibbs growled into Tony’s ear, crushing his dick in a punishing grip and pulling hard. It appealed to Tony’s pleasure/pain thing and started to push him over the edge.
“Me too…One Shot.”