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taylorgibbs Feb. 8th, 2009 07:01 pm)
taylorgibbs Feb. 8th, 2009 07:01 pm)by TaylorGibbs & Max
WARNING/SUMMARY: Dark stuff, de-humanization. In the universe of our roleplay-writing group where this is being played out, SOME humans treat fandom characters brought to life (called clones) not very nicely, as second class citizens or worse, as animals/pets. Most do not. Gibbs and Tony, two men who think they're straight, suddenly wake up in this world, truly alive now and no longer just characters on a television show, and are forced to learn their way as clones in order to survive. They're also forced to face something the writers of the show had not allowed them to consider. Maybe they're not so straight after all.
*NOTE* This story is being co-written in roleplay back and forth format, not written for regular fan fic format, so if it reads a little odd in places, the authors really don't mind and hope any readers they may have don't much either. Thanks!
Gibbs did the same as Tony, grabbing a pair of jeans and crossing to the dresser and getting a T-shirt, a NIS one to spite the bastard out there. "He pulled out a pair of Tony's underwear, shaking his head, but before he handed them over, nodded just once, grabbing his own knit boxers and stripping down himself. He placed a gentle hand on Tony's neck and directed him toward the bathroom.
"Shower. Don't know when we'll get the chance to again. Quick ones too, DiNozzo. Don't want him to get touchy." It wasn't lost on Gibbs that they were both naked and...not soft. "That thing ever go down?" he asked before he'd weighed the words and censored himself.
"What thing?" Tony started to automatically ask before realizing exactly what that thing was the man was referring to. "I didn't get my morning exercise," he tried to quip, "and looks like you didn't either." The hand on his neck directing him felt just right in a way he wasn't anywhere near ready to question yet. Stepping into the bathroom, he glanced at his waterproof watch and then at the shower. "How quick? Should we share?"
He'd tried to make the words sound oh so very casual, not at all as if he were anxious about it. Men shared showers in locker rooms all the time. Tony was an old hand at that. Surely he could share a shower in a smaller space with Gibbs for the sake of efficiency and not feel branded as gay for it?
"No wonder you have such a strong grip," Gibbs muttered. Gibbs' thighs and abs tensed when Tony mentioned his own raging hard-on. He didn't exactly want attention drawn there, especially when his wouldn't quit either.
Gibbs swallowed hard. "You first. We both use electric shavers. I'll shave before my shower, you shave after." He motioned to Tony's hard-on. "Take care of that, willya. Gonna get you in trouble with Pee Wee out there. He's been checkin ya out."
Gibbs couldn't believe what he was saying. Was he really telling Tony to jack off in his presence? And why did that send a pure shaft of desire down his spine, making him ache. He met Tony's gaze in the mirror and swallowed hard. "You..shower." It was more a plea than a demand.
"Yes Boss!" Tony practically leapt into the tub, drawing the shower curtain closed and turning on the water nice and hot to run over his body. Gibbs wanted him to masturbate? Could he actually do it with the man only a few feet away able to hear everything?
Shaking his head in disbelief, he soaped up, did his hair, and rinsed off in record time. Then he tried cold water, yelping slightly when it hit him like blades of ice. But it didn't work. The boner was still stubbornly rock hard, prompting him to turn it back to hot and let it run down his back as he leaned forward, placing his left hand to the wall for support.
He started thinking about women as his right hand began a slow stroke from root to crown, Tony not being one to hurry when it came to self-pleasuring. So many women, several special ones, especially one he'd called friend and fellow agent, stuck in his mind. He imagined them one by one, alone, with him, and even with each other. Still, his boner stayed stubborn.
"Christ what is wrong with me?" he mumbled, not realizing that in such a small area the acoustics were perfect for Gibbs to hear him even over the sound of that running water. "Think of Ziva, hell, think of Abs ... no Ziva ..... no Abs AND Ziva ....... Yeah ..... kiss her .... you know ya wanna ..... kiss her tit now, take it, Abs ... take it and twist it hard, punish that bitch for me, make her pay for me." His hand moved faster, but after several more pleading-type commands in his erotic day dream of those two co-workers, he gave up with a frustrated cry and slammed his fists into the wall. "What the hell is wrong with me?!"
And then he did it. It was like watching himself in a movie, unable to stop his body from doing what it was doing despite the screaming in his head to stop, to oh my God stop now you stupid bastard before it's too late.
Tony carefully moved aside the curtain to peek out at Gibbs while he shaved. His eyes went right to the man's muscled back, down his trim waist to those powerful hips and then settled on that sculpted ass. He licked his lips, his hand suddenly starting up a new stroke as he watched every move Gibbs made, every breath that body took, every clenching that perfect ass showed.
He stroked harder and faster, and this time he felt it work. He was building to blow, and the pressure became so intense so swiftly he had to put out his other hand to the wall again. The pressure and the pleasure of that building soon had him moaning, licking his lips again, and whimpering with pure male need as his eyes stayed locked on Gibbs' form. If the man saw anything of it in the mirror, Tony was completely oblivious to it.
"Oh God Boss," he keened, unable to keep his second hand off himself as he blew. Normally the experience was satisfactory, one handed, clean up with the other hand, get out of bed or the shower, go to work. This time it was so mind-blowing he was squeezing his balls too, and Tony couldn't remember any time in his life he'd ever squeezed his balls, or even wanted a girl to squeeze them for him.
But there he was, shooting a thick arc of cream out of the tub towards Gibbs, one hand pumping furiously at his spending shaft, the other hand squeezing the hell out of his poor confused balls. And then he lost his balance, keening with pleasure one minute, crying with shock the other, he slipped and came crashing out of the tub right at Gibbs.
Gibbs had been aware of everything, every move, every damned predicable word Tony said. For the first portion of the shower he'd leaned against the counter, head bowed, trying to make sense of all of this. He didn't want to believe but there was a skittering in his gut that told him that the weasel wasn't lying. He had to do whatever he could to make sure DiNozzo stayed safe--and stable. Seeing Tony fall apart was a little slice of hell and Gibbs cursed himself for getting to emotionally involved with the team.
Losing them--Especially Abbs and Duck--it was losing his family all over again. And dammit whatever PeeWee said, they'd existed. he'd held his baby girl in his arms, he'd changed her diapers, he'd made love with Shannon, watching her eyes shine on their wedding day, the sass on the day he'd first met her.
He started to get emotional and rammed those feelings down--way down where they couldn't distract him. That was emotion to be tackled in the dead of night when he was completely alone.
When Tony started talking about Abby and Ziva together--one of Gibbs' fantasies, though he'd never tell anyone--his cock didn't have any more of a reaction, even as he tried to picture the images. He shook his head and grabbed his shaver, running it over the contours of his face and neck. At least that hadn't changed. The landscape of his body was identical, sore knee and all.
Hearing Tony's frustration, Gibbs sighed and considered leaving him alone but he couldn't quite leave. It wasn't that the other man's jacking off turned him on--he felt quite neutral about it. There was just some primal urge inside him that warned him he couldn't leave Tony, not even for a few feet.
As he studied his face in the mirror, he heard Tony ask what was wrong with him and had to bite back a comment. He saw the shower curtain twitch and heard DiNozzo's breathing speed up. Was Tony checking him out and...Christ, he was! The sharpness of male arousal got stronger, the room became electric with energy.
DiNozzo was getting off watching him.
Instead of disgust, that old familiar bolt of arousal shot down his spine to lodge in his balls and he clenched his ass cheeks in response. His cock had been hard and aching for a while now, not going down despite the stress of what was happening to them. Now he was leaking, little drops appearing at the tip without him even milking them out.
And then Tony called his name and Gibbs' hand tightened on the razor. It was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen and he couldn't even deny that, much as his mind was screaming that he was as hetero as they came. Watching another man explode--THIS MAN--was hotter than
the thought of Abbs and Ziva together, or hell, Jen, Abbs, and Ziva licking and sucking.
DiNozzo started to fall and Gibbs reacted immediately, pivoting and getting a shoulder under Tony's body so when they crashed to the ground, he absorbed the brunt of Tony's fall.
"You okay?" Gibbs managed to ask, even as his hips thrust against Tony's. It was as if he didn't have control of his body any more and he didn't much care. His hand went into Tony's hair, one leg locking around a thigh, and he ground himself against DiNozzo.
Mortified that he'd fallen out of the tub, that he was now crushing his cum soaked cockhead into the straightest man in the world next to himself, Tony screamed and fought, using everything he had to break away and stumble back into the tub, tripping over the edge and landing sprawled on his ass staring up wild-eyed at Gibbs in babbling terror. "I'm sorry! I lost my balance! You're the one who told me to take care of it! I was just following orders! Don't kill me! I'm sorry I got spunk on ya! It was an accident! Don't kill me!"
That Gibbs had been grinding his own still unspent arousal into Tony for several seconds on that floor hadn't yet dawned on the man.
Gibbs blinked once and then got himself together, standing and offering DiNozzo his hand. "Get up Tony. Settle down. It's okay." It wasn't. If he didn't get in the shower soon, he was gonna test his self control past all levels. "Tony, look at me. Settle down....settle down for me. Okay?" Gibbs reached over with his free hand, making the shower much warmer. "Rinse off, get out, get dressed."
How could Tony think he was gonna kick his ass. He'd been rubbing all over Tony.
"Right Boss. Thanks Boss" What a relief! Gibbs wasn't killing him! Taking the offered hand, Tony climbed back to his feet, his eyes dipping only once more down to what was still standing straight out on the other man.
Now that his own was drained, soft and hanging back in its regular quiet position, he could give a more critical eye to Gibbs' in automatic male comparison. It annoyed him to see that Gibbs was a bit longer and thicker, as Tony normally felt quite confident with his own fair size, not the least bit insecure in his ability to pleasure someone. Now he suddenly felt that, a niggling insecurity as if he was worried about his status in the eyes of the other man, and it made him brusquely close the curtain again, not having a clue how to deal with it.
Why should he care what Gibbs thought about his body? So what if the man was bigger. Tony was taller!
Not that it ever worked. It was impossible to use that extra height to his advantage over the other man. One glare from Gibbs and Tony felt like he'd been shrunk to five feet. Height meant nothing when the top dog did his top dog thing. Tony had learned that years ago working under Gibbs.
"Done," he muttered and jumped out, reaching for the first towel he could find to cover himself, feeling abnormally modest now in wanting to hide what he feared he lacked in comparison to the Great Gibbs.
Gibbs saw Tony's gaze lower and he licked his lips reflexively, barely curbing the desire to ask if Tony liked what he saw, but didn't dare. Tony's emotion state was whipsawing between compliance and high strung and Gibbs wasn't gonna push it. There was too much to sort out and it wouldn't do them any good if he provoked Tony. Instead he held his body perfectly still even though he wanted to push his hips out slightly. There was no reason he needed to display himself to another man. NO WAY. He wasn't a 13 year old posturing in a locker. He wasn't a man displaying himself to someone he desired.
But damn it all to hell if he wasn't swiping a thumb over what Tony'd left on him and tasting it experimentally. Damn it to hell, he was not savoring the flavor. What the hell?
When Tony came out, Gibbs eased past, ignoring the fancy shower gels and grabbing a bar of Irish Spring instead. He soaped and shampooed quickly, then used a little of Tony's hair conditioner to ease his way. He wrapped himself in a very tight fist, leaning his head against the shower wall and began a twisting and pumping motion designed to give him quick results. Gulping in air still scented with Tony's arousal drove him closer to the edge and his mouth watered for another taste.
Even as Gibbs tried to stem the flow of memories from waking up beside Tony, his balls drew up and he groaned the other man's name low, exploding onto the wall. "God, DiNozzo, what the hell are ya doing to me?" Gibbs asked quietly.
If Tony had seen Gibbs taste that seed he probably would have fainted dead away. As it was, he listened far too closely to what the man was doing as he shaved with his own electric razor, thankful more than ever now it was electric so he didn't cut up his face every time his hand jerked in surprise.
When he could stand it no longer, he dropped all pretense at normalcy and started dry humping the counter, his manhood hardening all over again in response to the sexual sounds it heard behind the curtain. The rubbing caused the towel to fall away, but he didn't notice as he leaned forward further, unconsciously spreading his legs for more support on the floor as his ass, bare and beautiful, went up into the air even more at a very lovely angle.
The release of Gibbs, groaning Tony's name, scared the shit out of the man at hearing it, but it didn't stop him. He fucked that water and precum-slicked countertop like no tomorrow, working up a real sweat as his body was laid out over it and giving no thought to what the position looked like from behind if Gibbs happened to end his shower before Tony could finish.
Gibbs flicked the water off and listened closely. Arousal was drenching the air and making it even more heavy. He'd scooped up a handful of water before turning it off, intending to wash the mess he'd made down the drain but he stopped and flicked the shower curtain open. What he saw was unbelievable. DiNozzo was trying to fuck...anything. It looked like he was taking whatever friction he could get. which couldn't be much, and grinding himself over the counter. Gibbs could see every move, every motion, the look on DiNozzo's face, that cock swollen hard again.
There was a limit to Gibbs' self control and he'd hit it five minutes ago. Without any planning or internal censoring--despite the alarms that were screaming in his head-- he slipped silently out of the shower and wrapped an arm around Tony's waist, the other man's ass cheeks spread so that Gibbs' softening cock nudged Tony's balls.
"You. My bed. Now," he managed to growl in Tony's ear.
It was exactly what Thomas wanted for them, but the man had the worse possible timing. He'd gotten his chauffeur and bodyguards, men he'd left behind in the limo earlier, to help him get into the barricaded room. As the two came out of the bathroom, Thomas had a deep scowl on his face, his patience long past now. "I've been waiting long enough. Get dressed, we're going to the pound. You can play later ..... assuming I don't leave you two there."
Tony sounded like a landed fish, gasping and writhing in Gibbs' arms, his legs gone to jelly. Was this interruption a reprieve? Or was this a new kind of hell?
"Shhh," Gibbs whispered into Tony's ear. "Compliance for now. Till we know more. And trust me, DiNozzo, this isn't over between you and me."
He gave PeeWee an absolutely hate-filled look. He would pay. Gibbs would see to it that he'd pay.
(TBC)
WARNING/SUMMARY: Dark stuff, de-humanization. In the universe of our roleplay-writing group where this is being played out, SOME humans treat fandom characters brought to life (called clones) not very nicely, as second class citizens or worse, as animals/pets. Most do not. Gibbs and Tony, two men who think they're straight, suddenly wake up in this world, truly alive now and no longer just characters on a television show, and are forced to learn their way as clones in order to survive. They're also forced to face something the writers of the show had not allowed them to consider. Maybe they're not so straight after all.
*NOTE* This story is being co-written in roleplay back and forth format, not written for regular fan fic format, so if it reads a little odd in places, the authors really don't mind and hope any readers they may have don't much either. Thanks!
Gibbs did the same as Tony, grabbing a pair of jeans and crossing to the dresser and getting a T-shirt, a NIS one to spite the bastard out there. "He pulled out a pair of Tony's underwear, shaking his head, but before he handed them over, nodded just once, grabbing his own knit boxers and stripping down himself. He placed a gentle hand on Tony's neck and directed him toward the bathroom.
"Shower. Don't know when we'll get the chance to again. Quick ones too, DiNozzo. Don't want him to get touchy." It wasn't lost on Gibbs that they were both naked and...not soft. "That thing ever go down?" he asked before he'd weighed the words and censored himself.
"What thing?" Tony started to automatically ask before realizing exactly what that thing was the man was referring to. "I didn't get my morning exercise," he tried to quip, "and looks like you didn't either." The hand on his neck directing him felt just right in a way he wasn't anywhere near ready to question yet. Stepping into the bathroom, he glanced at his waterproof watch and then at the shower. "How quick? Should we share?"
He'd tried to make the words sound oh so very casual, not at all as if he were anxious about it. Men shared showers in locker rooms all the time. Tony was an old hand at that. Surely he could share a shower in a smaller space with Gibbs for the sake of efficiency and not feel branded as gay for it?
"No wonder you have such a strong grip," Gibbs muttered. Gibbs' thighs and abs tensed when Tony mentioned his own raging hard-on. He didn't exactly want attention drawn there, especially when his wouldn't quit either.
Gibbs swallowed hard. "You first. We both use electric shavers. I'll shave before my shower, you shave after." He motioned to Tony's hard-on. "Take care of that, willya. Gonna get you in trouble with Pee Wee out there. He's been checkin ya out."
Gibbs couldn't believe what he was saying. Was he really telling Tony to jack off in his presence? And why did that send a pure shaft of desire down his spine, making him ache. He met Tony's gaze in the mirror and swallowed hard. "You..shower." It was more a plea than a demand.
"Yes Boss!" Tony practically leapt into the tub, drawing the shower curtain closed and turning on the water nice and hot to run over his body. Gibbs wanted him to masturbate? Could he actually do it with the man only a few feet away able to hear everything?
Shaking his head in disbelief, he soaped up, did his hair, and rinsed off in record time. Then he tried cold water, yelping slightly when it hit him like blades of ice. But it didn't work. The boner was still stubbornly rock hard, prompting him to turn it back to hot and let it run down his back as he leaned forward, placing his left hand to the wall for support.
He started thinking about women as his right hand began a slow stroke from root to crown, Tony not being one to hurry when it came to self-pleasuring. So many women, several special ones, especially one he'd called friend and fellow agent, stuck in his mind. He imagined them one by one, alone, with him, and even with each other. Still, his boner stayed stubborn.
"Christ what is wrong with me?" he mumbled, not realizing that in such a small area the acoustics were perfect for Gibbs to hear him even over the sound of that running water. "Think of Ziva, hell, think of Abs ... no Ziva ..... no Abs AND Ziva ....... Yeah ..... kiss her .... you know ya wanna ..... kiss her tit now, take it, Abs ... take it and twist it hard, punish that bitch for me, make her pay for me." His hand moved faster, but after several more pleading-type commands in his erotic day dream of those two co-workers, he gave up with a frustrated cry and slammed his fists into the wall. "What the hell is wrong with me?!"
And then he did it. It was like watching himself in a movie, unable to stop his body from doing what it was doing despite the screaming in his head to stop, to oh my God stop now you stupid bastard before it's too late.
Tony carefully moved aside the curtain to peek out at Gibbs while he shaved. His eyes went right to the man's muscled back, down his trim waist to those powerful hips and then settled on that sculpted ass. He licked his lips, his hand suddenly starting up a new stroke as he watched every move Gibbs made, every breath that body took, every clenching that perfect ass showed.
He stroked harder and faster, and this time he felt it work. He was building to blow, and the pressure became so intense so swiftly he had to put out his other hand to the wall again. The pressure and the pleasure of that building soon had him moaning, licking his lips again, and whimpering with pure male need as his eyes stayed locked on Gibbs' form. If the man saw anything of it in the mirror, Tony was completely oblivious to it.
"Oh God Boss," he keened, unable to keep his second hand off himself as he blew. Normally the experience was satisfactory, one handed, clean up with the other hand, get out of bed or the shower, go to work. This time it was so mind-blowing he was squeezing his balls too, and Tony couldn't remember any time in his life he'd ever squeezed his balls, or even wanted a girl to squeeze them for him.
But there he was, shooting a thick arc of cream out of the tub towards Gibbs, one hand pumping furiously at his spending shaft, the other hand squeezing the hell out of his poor confused balls. And then he lost his balance, keening with pleasure one minute, crying with shock the other, he slipped and came crashing out of the tub right at Gibbs.
Gibbs had been aware of everything, every move, every damned predicable word Tony said. For the first portion of the shower he'd leaned against the counter, head bowed, trying to make sense of all of this. He didn't want to believe but there was a skittering in his gut that told him that the weasel wasn't lying. He had to do whatever he could to make sure DiNozzo stayed safe--and stable. Seeing Tony fall apart was a little slice of hell and Gibbs cursed himself for getting to emotionally involved with the team.
Losing them--Especially Abbs and Duck--it was losing his family all over again. And dammit whatever PeeWee said, they'd existed. he'd held his baby girl in his arms, he'd changed her diapers, he'd made love with Shannon, watching her eyes shine on their wedding day, the sass on the day he'd first met her.
He started to get emotional and rammed those feelings down--way down where they couldn't distract him. That was emotion to be tackled in the dead of night when he was completely alone.
When Tony started talking about Abby and Ziva together--one of Gibbs' fantasies, though he'd never tell anyone--his cock didn't have any more of a reaction, even as he tried to picture the images. He shook his head and grabbed his shaver, running it over the contours of his face and neck. At least that hadn't changed. The landscape of his body was identical, sore knee and all.
Hearing Tony's frustration, Gibbs sighed and considered leaving him alone but he couldn't quite leave. It wasn't that the other man's jacking off turned him on--he felt quite neutral about it. There was just some primal urge inside him that warned him he couldn't leave Tony, not even for a few feet.
As he studied his face in the mirror, he heard Tony ask what was wrong with him and had to bite back a comment. He saw the shower curtain twitch and heard DiNozzo's breathing speed up. Was Tony checking him out and...Christ, he was! The sharpness of male arousal got stronger, the room became electric with energy.
DiNozzo was getting off watching him.
Instead of disgust, that old familiar bolt of arousal shot down his spine to lodge in his balls and he clenched his ass cheeks in response. His cock had been hard and aching for a while now, not going down despite the stress of what was happening to them. Now he was leaking, little drops appearing at the tip without him even milking them out.
And then Tony called his name and Gibbs' hand tightened on the razor. It was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen and he couldn't even deny that, much as his mind was screaming that he was as hetero as they came. Watching another man explode--THIS MAN--was hotter than
the thought of Abbs and Ziva together, or hell, Jen, Abbs, and Ziva licking and sucking.
DiNozzo started to fall and Gibbs reacted immediately, pivoting and getting a shoulder under Tony's body so when they crashed to the ground, he absorbed the brunt of Tony's fall.
"You okay?" Gibbs managed to ask, even as his hips thrust against Tony's. It was as if he didn't have control of his body any more and he didn't much care. His hand went into Tony's hair, one leg locking around a thigh, and he ground himself against DiNozzo.
Mortified that he'd fallen out of the tub, that he was now crushing his cum soaked cockhead into the straightest man in the world next to himself, Tony screamed and fought, using everything he had to break away and stumble back into the tub, tripping over the edge and landing sprawled on his ass staring up wild-eyed at Gibbs in babbling terror. "I'm sorry! I lost my balance! You're the one who told me to take care of it! I was just following orders! Don't kill me! I'm sorry I got spunk on ya! It was an accident! Don't kill me!"
That Gibbs had been grinding his own still unspent arousal into Tony for several seconds on that floor hadn't yet dawned on the man.
Gibbs blinked once and then got himself together, standing and offering DiNozzo his hand. "Get up Tony. Settle down. It's okay." It wasn't. If he didn't get in the shower soon, he was gonna test his self control past all levels. "Tony, look at me. Settle down....settle down for me. Okay?" Gibbs reached over with his free hand, making the shower much warmer. "Rinse off, get out, get dressed."
How could Tony think he was gonna kick his ass. He'd been rubbing all over Tony.
"Right Boss. Thanks Boss" What a relief! Gibbs wasn't killing him! Taking the offered hand, Tony climbed back to his feet, his eyes dipping only once more down to what was still standing straight out on the other man.
Now that his own was drained, soft and hanging back in its regular quiet position, he could give a more critical eye to Gibbs' in automatic male comparison. It annoyed him to see that Gibbs was a bit longer and thicker, as Tony normally felt quite confident with his own fair size, not the least bit insecure in his ability to pleasure someone. Now he suddenly felt that, a niggling insecurity as if he was worried about his status in the eyes of the other man, and it made him brusquely close the curtain again, not having a clue how to deal with it.
Why should he care what Gibbs thought about his body? So what if the man was bigger. Tony was taller!
Not that it ever worked. It was impossible to use that extra height to his advantage over the other man. One glare from Gibbs and Tony felt like he'd been shrunk to five feet. Height meant nothing when the top dog did his top dog thing. Tony had learned that years ago working under Gibbs.
"Done," he muttered and jumped out, reaching for the first towel he could find to cover himself, feeling abnormally modest now in wanting to hide what he feared he lacked in comparison to the Great Gibbs.
Gibbs saw Tony's gaze lower and he licked his lips reflexively, barely curbing the desire to ask if Tony liked what he saw, but didn't dare. Tony's emotion state was whipsawing between compliance and high strung and Gibbs wasn't gonna push it. There was too much to sort out and it wouldn't do them any good if he provoked Tony. Instead he held his body perfectly still even though he wanted to push his hips out slightly. There was no reason he needed to display himself to another man. NO WAY. He wasn't a 13 year old posturing in a locker. He wasn't a man displaying himself to someone he desired.
But damn it all to hell if he wasn't swiping a thumb over what Tony'd left on him and tasting it experimentally. Damn it to hell, he was not savoring the flavor. What the hell?
When Tony came out, Gibbs eased past, ignoring the fancy shower gels and grabbing a bar of Irish Spring instead. He soaped and shampooed quickly, then used a little of Tony's hair conditioner to ease his way. He wrapped himself in a very tight fist, leaning his head against the shower wall and began a twisting and pumping motion designed to give him quick results. Gulping in air still scented with Tony's arousal drove him closer to the edge and his mouth watered for another taste.
Even as Gibbs tried to stem the flow of memories from waking up beside Tony, his balls drew up and he groaned the other man's name low, exploding onto the wall. "God, DiNozzo, what the hell are ya doing to me?" Gibbs asked quietly.
If Tony had seen Gibbs taste that seed he probably would have fainted dead away. As it was, he listened far too closely to what the man was doing as he shaved with his own electric razor, thankful more than ever now it was electric so he didn't cut up his face every time his hand jerked in surprise.
When he could stand it no longer, he dropped all pretense at normalcy and started dry humping the counter, his manhood hardening all over again in response to the sexual sounds it heard behind the curtain. The rubbing caused the towel to fall away, but he didn't notice as he leaned forward further, unconsciously spreading his legs for more support on the floor as his ass, bare and beautiful, went up into the air even more at a very lovely angle.
The release of Gibbs, groaning Tony's name, scared the shit out of the man at hearing it, but it didn't stop him. He fucked that water and precum-slicked countertop like no tomorrow, working up a real sweat as his body was laid out over it and giving no thought to what the position looked like from behind if Gibbs happened to end his shower before Tony could finish.
Gibbs flicked the water off and listened closely. Arousal was drenching the air and making it even more heavy. He'd scooped up a handful of water before turning it off, intending to wash the mess he'd made down the drain but he stopped and flicked the shower curtain open. What he saw was unbelievable. DiNozzo was trying to fuck...anything. It looked like he was taking whatever friction he could get. which couldn't be much, and grinding himself over the counter. Gibbs could see every move, every motion, the look on DiNozzo's face, that cock swollen hard again.
There was a limit to Gibbs' self control and he'd hit it five minutes ago. Without any planning or internal censoring--despite the alarms that were screaming in his head-- he slipped silently out of the shower and wrapped an arm around Tony's waist, the other man's ass cheeks spread so that Gibbs' softening cock nudged Tony's balls.
"You. My bed. Now," he managed to growl in Tony's ear.
It was exactly what Thomas wanted for them, but the man had the worse possible timing. He'd gotten his chauffeur and bodyguards, men he'd left behind in the limo earlier, to help him get into the barricaded room. As the two came out of the bathroom, Thomas had a deep scowl on his face, his patience long past now. "I've been waiting long enough. Get dressed, we're going to the pound. You can play later ..... assuming I don't leave you two there."
Tony sounded like a landed fish, gasping and writhing in Gibbs' arms, his legs gone to jelly. Was this interruption a reprieve? Or was this a new kind of hell?
"Shhh," Gibbs whispered into Tony's ear. "Compliance for now. Till we know more. And trust me, DiNozzo, this isn't over between you and me."
He gave PeeWee an absolutely hate-filled look. He would pay. Gibbs would see to it that he'd pay.
(TBC)