6. cinderella81 NICS, Tony/Gibbs ... Tony has an unusual fetish, Gibbs finds out ... and approves :D
He hadn’t been expected him until the weekend, but his training time with the guys had gone all wrong when Gibbs had hyper-extended his wrist and since he couldn’t shoot, he opted to go home. It’d be kinda nice to have Tony baby him, as much as Tony would do it, anyway.
Gibbs let himself into the house silently, nodding appreciatively as the mellow sounds of classic jazz wafted through the house. It was nice to hear music that wasn’t modern crap in his house. Though DiNozzo was younger, he was attracted to classic singers—Dean Martin, Sinatra, Nat King Cole, stuff Gibbs liked as well.
He walked upstairs silently, and stuck his head into the bedroom. Tony was lying on the bed face up, stroking something and holding it close to his face…and…stroking something else.
The smell of expensive leather was heavy in the room, along with Tony’s musk, and Gibbs moved closer, bending at the waist to lick the very tip of Tony’s cock.
“God!” His body jerked and his eyes flew open. “Jethro. What are you…?” Eyes widened and he tried to hide whatever was in his hand…but Gibbs had seen it.
“What’s that?” he asked, his voice rough now, his cock hardening.
“Glove…”
“Why?”
“Leather…I like it.”
Gibbs leaned in, breathing the scent, letting it surround him.
“Mmm, nice.” He maneuvered so that he was lying on his side, his braced wrist out of the way.
“What happened?” Tony asked, eyes snagging on the ace bandage.
“Pulled some stuff. Nothing important.” Sure as hell not as important as the enticing scent of a turned on Tony…and leather.
“Ever jack off wearing this?” Gibbs asked, slipping the glove onto his uninjured hand. It was a perfect fit.
“No!” Tony managed to gasp out.
“Wanna see how it feels…and smells?” Gibbs asked, even though he knew the answer. And as he began to stroke Tony, he grinned. “Can get into this leather thing, DiNozzo.”
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Leather
Date: 2012-07-01 05:00 am (UTC)He hadn’t been expected him until the weekend, but his training time with the guys had gone all wrong when Gibbs had hyper-extended his wrist and since he couldn’t shoot, he opted to go home. It’d be kinda nice to have Tony baby him, as much as Tony would do it, anyway.
Gibbs let himself into the house silently, nodding appreciatively as the mellow sounds of classic jazz wafted through the house. It was nice to hear music that wasn’t modern crap in his house. Though DiNozzo was younger, he was attracted to classic singers—Dean Martin, Sinatra, Nat King Cole, stuff Gibbs liked as well.
He walked upstairs silently, and stuck his head into the bedroom. Tony was lying on the bed face up, stroking something and holding it close to his face…and…stroking something else.
The smell of expensive leather was heavy in the room, along with Tony’s musk, and Gibbs moved closer, bending at the waist to lick the very tip of Tony’s cock.
“God!” His body jerked and his eyes flew open. “Jethro. What are you…?” Eyes widened and he tried to hide whatever was in his hand…but Gibbs had seen it.
“What’s that?” he asked, his voice rough now, his cock hardening.
“Glove…”
“Why?”
“Leather…I like it.”
Gibbs leaned in, breathing the scent, letting it surround him.
“Mmm, nice.” He maneuvered so that he was lying on his side, his braced wrist out of the way.
“What happened?” Tony asked, eyes snagging on the ace bandage.
“Pulled some stuff. Nothing important.” Sure as hell not as important as the enticing scent of a turned on Tony…and leather.
“Ever jack off wearing this?” Gibbs asked, slipping the glove onto his uninjured hand. It was a perfect fit.
“No!” Tony managed to gasp out.
“Wanna see how it feels…and smells?” Gibbs asked, even though he knew the answer. And as he began to stroke Tony, he grinned. “Can get into this leather thing, DiNozzo.”
“Perfect,” Tony said in between groans.
And it was.