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Title: The Gratification Principle
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Not mine, Not making money
A/N: Written as a thank you to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
twoweevils for sending me the MP3 to a much beloved old song. Nothing says thank you like porn.
Summary: Tony can't help it.
Tony frowned and nibbled on one manicured fingernail. The idea that he could in any way comfort Gibbs after a very long day with two dead sailors, was ridiculous but he wanted to try. He peeked out of his bedroom and saw Gibbs sitting on his very expensive couch. He’d insisted Gibbs come home with him and now Tony was cursing himself for it. Who knew Gibbs would actually listen to him this time?
Tony came out of his room and gestured at his kitchen. “Want something to eat, or a drink? I can order some Chinese.”
Tony was nervous and hated it, hated that desperate need inside him to do something, anything for Gibbs. The man in question looked at Tony and frowned. “Not hungry, but thanks, DiNozzo.” He got ready to stand. “I should go.”
Tony moved quickly and ended up next to Gibbs on the couch, his hands pulling Gibbs in for a kiss. Tony rubbed his lips against Gibbs’ and licked at the warm skin. Gibbs paused, then opened his mouth. He let Tony in and Tony took advantage of the opportunity to lick and taste Gibbs. This wasn’t their usual M.O. Their usual ‘thing’ took place in Gibbs’ basement or Gibbs’ bedroom and afterwards, Tony left and Gibbs never stopped him.
Gibbs moved to touch Tony and Tony pulled away. He wanted to do something without Gibbs telling him. He sank to the floor between Gibbs’ legs, and didn’t look up as he pulled at buckles and buttons and zippers. He didn’t need or want the interrogation that waited in Gibbs’ blue eyes.
Tony moved closer and licked at the half-hard erection in front of him. A few licks and sucks, and half-hard became very hard. He squeezed Gibbs’ thighs and bobbed his head. Saliva and pre-come leaked out of his mouth and Tony slurped noisily and sucked faster.
Gibbs groaned and grabbed Tony’s head, his fingers pressed hard against Tony’s skull. “Fuck, you suck dick like you’re getting paid.” He pressed Tony down further and Tony breathed through his nose and took it. Gibbs moaned and whispered, “Yeah, good, yeah, like that Tony.”
Tony sucked harder and felt his cheeks cave in and oh god, he had to unzip his own pants and jerk off. His hand was sticky and slick in seconds and Tony moaned.
Gibbs’ hips jerked and a thumb brushed over Tony’s jaw before Gibbs came in quick, long spurts. Tony swallowed and coughed and tried to swallow again. He pulled off of Gibbs’ cock and licked up what he’d missed. Tony’s hand moved faster and he kept his eyes closed until his entire body shuddered with his orgasm.
Tony took a few deep breaths and said, “I am not explaining to my dry cleaner why my pants have stains on them.” He chuckled weakly and moved from between Gibbs’ thighs. He flopped down on the couch and wiped his mouth. Gibbs’ taste permeated his mouth like Gibbs’ nature dominated everything around him. His gaze slid over to Gibbs who was busy pulling up his pants. When he was finished, Tony tugged Gibbs back down onto the couch. “Stay, okay?”
Gibbs looked at his face like he was searching for the one puzzle piece that would tell him what he wanted to know. He gave a short nod and relaxed. He leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes. Tony resisted the urge to kiss Gibbs and squeezed his shoulder instead.
The End.
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: No
Disclaimer: Not mine, Not making money
A/N: Written as a thank you to
twoweevils for sending me the MP3 to a much beloved old song. Nothing says thank you like porn.Summary: Tony can't help it.
Tony frowned and nibbled on one manicured fingernail. The idea that he could in any way comfort Gibbs after a very long day with two dead sailors, was ridiculous but he wanted to try. He peeked out of his bedroom and saw Gibbs sitting on his very expensive couch. He’d insisted Gibbs come home with him and now Tony was cursing himself for it. Who knew Gibbs would actually listen to him this time?
Tony came out of his room and gestured at his kitchen. “Want something to eat, or a drink? I can order some Chinese.”
Tony was nervous and hated it, hated that desperate need inside him to do something, anything for Gibbs. The man in question looked at Tony and frowned. “Not hungry, but thanks, DiNozzo.” He got ready to stand. “I should go.”
Tony moved quickly and ended up next to Gibbs on the couch, his hands pulling Gibbs in for a kiss. Tony rubbed his lips against Gibbs’ and licked at the warm skin. Gibbs paused, then opened his mouth. He let Tony in and Tony took advantage of the opportunity to lick and taste Gibbs. This wasn’t their usual M.O. Their usual ‘thing’ took place in Gibbs’ basement or Gibbs’ bedroom and afterwards, Tony left and Gibbs never stopped him.
Gibbs moved to touch Tony and Tony pulled away. He wanted to do something without Gibbs telling him. He sank to the floor between Gibbs’ legs, and didn’t look up as he pulled at buckles and buttons and zippers. He didn’t need or want the interrogation that waited in Gibbs’ blue eyes.
Tony moved closer and licked at the half-hard erection in front of him. A few licks and sucks, and half-hard became very hard. He squeezed Gibbs’ thighs and bobbed his head. Saliva and pre-come leaked out of his mouth and Tony slurped noisily and sucked faster.
Gibbs groaned and grabbed Tony’s head, his fingers pressed hard against Tony’s skull. “Fuck, you suck dick like you’re getting paid.” He pressed Tony down further and Tony breathed through his nose and took it. Gibbs moaned and whispered, “Yeah, good, yeah, like that Tony.”
Tony sucked harder and felt his cheeks cave in and oh god, he had to unzip his own pants and jerk off. His hand was sticky and slick in seconds and Tony moaned.
Gibbs’ hips jerked and a thumb brushed over Tony’s jaw before Gibbs came in quick, long spurts. Tony swallowed and coughed and tried to swallow again. He pulled off of Gibbs’ cock and licked up what he’d missed. Tony’s hand moved faster and he kept his eyes closed until his entire body shuddered with his orgasm.
Tony took a few deep breaths and said, “I am not explaining to my dry cleaner why my pants have stains on them.” He chuckled weakly and moved from between Gibbs’ thighs. He flopped down on the couch and wiped his mouth. Gibbs’ taste permeated his mouth like Gibbs’ nature dominated everything around him. His gaze slid over to Gibbs who was busy pulling up his pants. When he was finished, Tony tugged Gibbs back down onto the couch. “Stay, okay?”
Gibbs looked at his face like he was searching for the one puzzle piece that would tell him what he wanted to know. He gave a short nod and relaxed. He leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes. Tony resisted the urge to kiss Gibbs and squeezed his shoulder instead.
The End.
