Love of My Life - Chapter 4
A/N: I know I am taking liberties with the batting cage portion of this story. It’s a story - a dream or a fantasy. Just go with it, please.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
“So, where are we going?” Tony asked, curious.
“You’ll see.”
“Okay.” Tony turned to the passenger window and watched the scenery go by. No sense in pushing the subject, Gibbs would be forthcoming when he deemed it necessary.
Less than 15 minutes later, they pulled in to Appleland Sports Center. As Gibbs parked the car, Tony looked at him curiously. “I thought we were going to Winchester?”
“All that is there are Civil War and Patsy Cline museums. Didn’t think you’d be interested in either of those.”
“So what are we doing here?”
Gibbs looked at him with a sparkle in his eyes, “Batting cage!”
Tony grinned.
Ten minutes and one large bucket of balls later they were set. “You first.” Tony said.
Gibbs set the auto-pitcher for ten balls as a warm up. By the tenth ball, he was practically sending them over the fence.
“Your turn.” He said to Tony, stepping out of the way.
Tony hit the majority of his warm up set, but the balls didn’t travel as far as they should have given the force in which they were hit.
“Not bad, but watch.” Gibbs stepped up the plate. Almost each ball was hit with precision and sailed through the field.
“Ok, I got this.” Tony stepped in to take his turn. He grasped the bat and waited. The first ball ended in a pop fly dropping almost directly behind them.
“Hold on. Here - position your feet like this.” Gibbs stood behind him and took hold of his thigh, moving his leg. “Plant the other one here.” He grabbed the other one and placed it where he wanted it. “Now, turn your foot like this.” His hands slid down Tony’s leg and maneuvered his knee so his foot pointed in the right direction. He slid his hands back up his leg and one may have brushed against Tony cock and the other, his ass. Grabbing onto Tony’s hips he set his angle so they were pointed in the direction the ball would travel. “Hold it here.” Gibbs body pressed in to his. He reached around so his hands covered Tony’s on the bat and moved them just slightly ensuring a better grip.
“Ready?” The voice so close to his ear sent shivers down his spine. “Oh yeah.”
The ball was knocked out of the driving range and they scrambled to leave when they heard the car alarm going off.
By the time the staff came out to investigate, they had gotten back to their car and were on their way out of the facility.
Tony chuckled, “You know they will find out who did that”.
Gibbs smirked, “Well, yeah, DiNozzo - we were the only ones there.”
“So why didn’t you just...”
“It will take them a while and I didn’t want to ruin our night.”
“Oh.”
“By the time they catch up with me, we’ll be back home. My insurance will cover whatever costs and then some.”
Casting a sideways glance at Gibbs, he caught the brief ghost of a smile and hint of mischief glinting in his eye. “Well, aren’t you just the rebel tonight?”
Gibbs unsuccessfully fought off the grin and mumbled to himself “You have no idea, Tony. None.”
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
They arrived at the drive in and parked with 20 minutes left to spare before the movie started.
“Be right back.” Tony started to exit the vehicle. “Gotta have popcorn!” Gibbs just grinned and shook his head.
Doubts started to creep in while Tony was away. It was ridiculous and he knew it gauging Tony’s responses earlier. It seemed they were on the same page, reading the same book. One of them had to engage the Rosetta Stone so they were speaking the same language. This was so foreign to him, he had no idea where to begin, or if he should. He had a lot to lose if they weren’t in sync and that fear was keeping him at bay. He decided that if Tony showed the least bit interest, he’d try, but not until then.
With minutes to spare, Tony yanked open the car door and slid in. “The line was insane, Boss! I got you some coffee - can’t swear it is any good.” He handed the cup to Gibbs and settled in. “Got popcorn and M&Ms. You ever tried them together? Sweet and salty and just…” Tony sighed at the thought. “You have to try it!” He sprinkled in the M&Ms on the popcorn and shook the bucket holding it out. “Try some!”
Gibbs looked at him, grabbed a handful, and stuffed it in his mouth. “Hmm…not bad.” He said around his mouthful. He kept chewing and grabbed another handful for good measure as he turned to watch the screen.
Tony grinned. “I knew you’d like it.” Placing the bucket between them, he settled in his seat to watch the movie.
Since they hadn’t had dinner, the bucket emptied out quickly. Tony reached in for another handful at the same time Gibbs did and their hands touched. Gibbs moved to take his hand away but Tony held on, slipping his hand under Gibbs’ and intertwining their fingers. He chanced a glance at Gibbs who just puffed out a breath of air and kept focused on the screen.
Tony’s heart did a full double back somersault with a half twist in his chest when his advances were not rebuked. His lungs constricted and he may have whined a little but the blood rushing in his ears made it hard to hear. He felt a yank on his arm and looked over at Gibbs who was looking at him full on, blue rings encircling pupils that had blacked out in the subtle light of the movie screen. “S’ok.” Gibbs whispered, his hand cupped Tony’s face and pulled it closer. “This ok?” He brushed his lips softly over Tony’s and pulled back waiting for a response. Tony blinked his eyes slowly and looked at him directly. “Hmm…yes, please. Again?”
Gibbs’ released Tony’s hand, framed his face with both hands, and again gently brushed his lips against his. This time Tony reciprocated and kissed him back just as gently, as if the whole thing was a dream and if he pressed too hard, he would wake up. Gibbs’ thumbs caressed over his jaw and massaged the front of his neck. One hand slipped behind his head and held him in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue stroked Tony’s bottom lip asking to be let in. The other slid down his neck, over his clavicle and upper arm before moving back up to hold his face again while he tried to taste every inch of his mouth.
Tony let his hands rub over Gibbs’ chest, down his sides and back up again wanting to touch any part he could because he knew he’d wake up soon. He was wound tight as a wire but as relaxed as he could recently remember. The combination left him dizzy, breathless, and ready to explode.
Gibbs kissed his way across Tony’s jaw line and licked the spot just behind his ear. When Tony gasped, he let out a throaty chuckle, “Like that, do you?” and continued to lave the spot. Tony shivered and Gibbs growled, continuing his exploration. His hand moved across Tony’s chest, pausing to rub his nipples into hardness over his t-shirt. Tony’s abs rippled at the touches in anticipation. When he reached his waist, he let his finger drag along his stomach with the line of his jeans. He hooked his thumb into the waist band and swiped his fingers over the hard bulge.
Tony immediately grabbed his wrist. “No. Don’t.” Gibbs stilled his movements. “It’s not that I don’t want you because God knows I do.” Gibbs raised his head to look at him. “It’s just…it’s just that I am so close if you touch me I’m going to come. I have fantasized about you for so long and this is a million times better…”
“Shut up, Tony.” Gibbs covered his mouth with his own and took possession. He removed his hand from Tony’s waist and brought it up to his face again, cupping it, letting his thumb caress him as in the beginning. His hand slid down over his chest, pausing to ensure his nipples were still hard and moved down further. He attached himself to Tony’s neck, kissing that one spot just behind his ear that made him whine earlier and it didn’t fail a second time. He latched himself just above the collar bone, Tony’s back arched, and his hand fell onto the back of Gibbs’ head pushing him deeper. “Fuck yes, Gibbs. Don’t stop.”
Gibbs’ hand dropped below Tony’s waist, hand grazing over his hard the jean covered cock, fingers tickling his balls. “No Gibbs - don’t. I’m too close.”
“Come for me, Tony. Do it.” He purposefully stroked Tony’s cock through his jeans. “Show me how much I turn you on. Do it! Come for me now!”
Tony arched up and stiffened, his mouth forming a wordless scream. Gibbs grabbed hold of him as he continued to spasm and laid him back gently, “Breathe, Tony. Just breathe.”
Tony shuttered as he came down. “Fuck me, Gibbs. Please fuck me.”
Gibbs kissed him softly and ran his fingers through Tony’s hair. “Twenty minutes.” He snatched Tony’s seat belt and buckled him in. “Hold on.” The Challenger roared to life.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
“So, where are we going?” Tony asked, curious.
“You’ll see.”
“Okay.” Tony turned to the passenger window and watched the scenery go by. No sense in pushing the subject, Gibbs would be forthcoming when he deemed it necessary.
Less than 15 minutes later, they pulled in to Appleland Sports Center. As Gibbs parked the car, Tony looked at him curiously. “I thought we were going to Winchester?”
“All that is there are Civil War and Patsy Cline museums. Didn’t think you’d be interested in either of those.”
“So what are we doing here?”
Gibbs looked at him with a sparkle in his eyes, “Batting cage!”
Tony grinned.
Ten minutes and one large bucket of balls later they were set. “You first.” Tony said.
Gibbs set the auto-pitcher for ten balls as a warm up. By the tenth ball, he was practically sending them over the fence.
“Your turn.” He said to Tony, stepping out of the way.
Tony hit the majority of his warm up set, but the balls didn’t travel as far as they should have given the force in which they were hit.
“Not bad, but watch.” Gibbs stepped up the plate. Almost each ball was hit with precision and sailed through the field.
“Ok, I got this.” Tony stepped in to take his turn. He grasped the bat and waited. The first ball ended in a pop fly dropping almost directly behind them.
“Hold on. Here - position your feet like this.” Gibbs stood behind him and took hold of his thigh, moving his leg. “Plant the other one here.” He grabbed the other one and placed it where he wanted it. “Now, turn your foot like this.” His hands slid down Tony’s leg and maneuvered his knee so his foot pointed in the right direction. He slid his hands back up his leg and one may have brushed against Tony cock and the other, his ass. Grabbing onto Tony’s hips he set his angle so they were pointed in the direction the ball would travel. “Hold it here.” Gibbs body pressed in to his. He reached around so his hands covered Tony’s on the bat and moved them just slightly ensuring a better grip.
“Ready?” The voice so close to his ear sent shivers down his spine. “Oh yeah.”
The ball was knocked out of the driving range and they scrambled to leave when they heard the car alarm going off.
By the time the staff came out to investigate, they had gotten back to their car and were on their way out of the facility.
Tony chuckled, “You know they will find out who did that”.
Gibbs smirked, “Well, yeah, DiNozzo - we were the only ones there.”
“So why didn’t you just...”
“It will take them a while and I didn’t want to ruin our night.”
“Oh.”
“By the time they catch up with me, we’ll be back home. My insurance will cover whatever costs and then some.”
Casting a sideways glance at Gibbs, he caught the brief ghost of a smile and hint of mischief glinting in his eye. “Well, aren’t you just the rebel tonight?”
Gibbs unsuccessfully fought off the grin and mumbled to himself “You have no idea, Tony. None.”
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
They arrived at the drive in and parked with 20 minutes left to spare before the movie started.
“Be right back.” Tony started to exit the vehicle. “Gotta have popcorn!” Gibbs just grinned and shook his head.
Doubts started to creep in while Tony was away. It was ridiculous and he knew it gauging Tony’s responses earlier. It seemed they were on the same page, reading the same book. One of them had to engage the Rosetta Stone so they were speaking the same language. This was so foreign to him, he had no idea where to begin, or if he should. He had a lot to lose if they weren’t in sync and that fear was keeping him at bay. He decided that if Tony showed the least bit interest, he’d try, but not until then.
With minutes to spare, Tony yanked open the car door and slid in. “The line was insane, Boss! I got you some coffee - can’t swear it is any good.” He handed the cup to Gibbs and settled in. “Got popcorn and M&Ms. You ever tried them together? Sweet and salty and just…” Tony sighed at the thought. “You have to try it!” He sprinkled in the M&Ms on the popcorn and shook the bucket holding it out. “Try some!”
Gibbs looked at him, grabbed a handful, and stuffed it in his mouth. “Hmm…not bad.” He said around his mouthful. He kept chewing and grabbed another handful for good measure as he turned to watch the screen.
Tony grinned. “I knew you’d like it.” Placing the bucket between them, he settled in his seat to watch the movie.
Since they hadn’t had dinner, the bucket emptied out quickly. Tony reached in for another handful at the same time Gibbs did and their hands touched. Gibbs moved to take his hand away but Tony held on, slipping his hand under Gibbs’ and intertwining their fingers. He chanced a glance at Gibbs who just puffed out a breath of air and kept focused on the screen.
Tony’s heart did a full double back somersault with a half twist in his chest when his advances were not rebuked. His lungs constricted and he may have whined a little but the blood rushing in his ears made it hard to hear. He felt a yank on his arm and looked over at Gibbs who was looking at him full on, blue rings encircling pupils that had blacked out in the subtle light of the movie screen. “S’ok.” Gibbs whispered, his hand cupped Tony’s face and pulled it closer. “This ok?” He brushed his lips softly over Tony’s and pulled back waiting for a response. Tony blinked his eyes slowly and looked at him directly. “Hmm…yes, please. Again?”
Gibbs’ released Tony’s hand, framed his face with both hands, and again gently brushed his lips against his. This time Tony reciprocated and kissed him back just as gently, as if the whole thing was a dream and if he pressed too hard, he would wake up. Gibbs’ thumbs caressed over his jaw and massaged the front of his neck. One hand slipped behind his head and held him in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue stroked Tony’s bottom lip asking to be let in. The other slid down his neck, over his clavicle and upper arm before moving back up to hold his face again while he tried to taste every inch of his mouth.
Tony let his hands rub over Gibbs’ chest, down his sides and back up again wanting to touch any part he could because he knew he’d wake up soon. He was wound tight as a wire but as relaxed as he could recently remember. The combination left him dizzy, breathless, and ready to explode.
Gibbs kissed his way across Tony’s jaw line and licked the spot just behind his ear. When Tony gasped, he let out a throaty chuckle, “Like that, do you?” and continued to lave the spot. Tony shivered and Gibbs growled, continuing his exploration. His hand moved across Tony’s chest, pausing to rub his nipples into hardness over his t-shirt. Tony’s abs rippled at the touches in anticipation. When he reached his waist, he let his finger drag along his stomach with the line of his jeans. He hooked his thumb into the waist band and swiped his fingers over the hard bulge.
Tony immediately grabbed his wrist. “No. Don’t.” Gibbs stilled his movements. “It’s not that I don’t want you because God knows I do.” Gibbs raised his head to look at him. “It’s just…it’s just that I am so close if you touch me I’m going to come. I have fantasized about you for so long and this is a million times better…”
“Shut up, Tony.” Gibbs covered his mouth with his own and took possession. He removed his hand from Tony’s waist and brought it up to his face again, cupping it, letting his thumb caress him as in the beginning. His hand slid down over his chest, pausing to ensure his nipples were still hard and moved down further. He attached himself to Tony’s neck, kissing that one spot just behind his ear that made him whine earlier and it didn’t fail a second time. He latched himself just above the collar bone, Tony’s back arched, and his hand fell onto the back of Gibbs’ head pushing him deeper. “Fuck yes, Gibbs. Don’t stop.”
Gibbs’ hand dropped below Tony’s waist, hand grazing over his hard the jean covered cock, fingers tickling his balls. “No Gibbs - don’t. I’m too close.”
“Come for me, Tony. Do it.” He purposefully stroked Tony’s cock through his jeans. “Show me how much I turn you on. Do it! Come for me now!”
Tony arched up and stiffened, his mouth forming a wordless scream. Gibbs grabbed hold of him as he continued to spasm and laid him back gently, “Breathe, Tony. Just breathe.”
Tony shuttered as he came down. “Fuck me, Gibbs. Please fuck me.”
Gibbs kissed him softly and ran his fingers through Tony’s hair. “Twenty minutes.” He snatched Tony’s seat belt and buckled him in. “Hold on.” The Challenger roared to life.