And It Was A Dream, And It Was A Fantasy 1/?
Title: And It Was A Dream, And It Was A Fantasy 1/?
Author: AmyH
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Summary: Short scenarios - dream sequences or fantasies
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I borrowed them for my own purposes. No money is being made, promise.
Warning: Slash
AN: I should not have unleashed the beast. I want to make this a collection of sorts - all of the scenarios too short to be a story of sorts, but perhaps will be used in one, one day.
Fantasies #1:
He downed one last shot and swallowed what was left of his beer, paid the bartender and went outside to his waiting cab.
His to-go bag was packed and there was a first class ticket waiting at the airport on stand-by if he needed it. This would either go horribly wrong or brilliantly right but he would not waste another minute on what-ifs.
The driver pulled along side the curb of the address Tony had given him. Tony paid the cabby, instructing him to wait 30 minutes. If he did not come back within that time, the driver was to put his bag on the front porch and leave. If he did, well then they’d take it from there.
Steeling himself, he opened the front door and made his way through the living room, past the kitchen to the basement door. Closing it behind him, he made his way down the stairs where Gibbs was sanding a rib of the boat he housed there. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, his movements never faltered as he tossed out “DiNozzo.” in greeting.
“Hey Boss.” He settled on his usual step and watched. Gibbs’ t-shirt was soaked in sweat so he must have been sanding for the better part of an hour or more. It clung to him as he continued the slow strokes over the wood and defined the muscles rippling beneath its surface.
It wasn’t unusual to have DiNozzo come and sit in his basement for hours, watching him work. Most of the time he had something to say, some problem he needed to work out but sometimes not. Gibbs thought he just needed to feel grounded in those times, a place he felt safe, and in which he belonged.
After a few minutes, he thought he heard Tony’s breath hitch. He continued to sand, waiting for him to reveal why he was there. There was no sense in rushing; Tony would shut down if he were pushed.
Tony continued to watch, getting more aroused with every stroke Gibbs made over the rib of the boat. The way his fingers gripped the sander, firm, yet gentle, the muscles in his forearms stood out providing an anchor as his biceps and shoulders bore the brunt of the efforts he made. It would have been picture perfect if the man wore jeans that actually fit. As it was, Tony was already turned on and this time he didn’t make an effort to hide it. This was what he came for. To show this man his desires without preamble. At the very least, he would get off to his near perfect fantasy and should he be unceremoniously shot down and banished, he would have this one night, this one instance to remember forever.
He stopped rubbing himself over his jeans to silently undo his belt and slide the button open, pulling down his zipper. His cock finally released, he ground back against the stair behind him to move his pants lower on his hips and ass for better access. He started stroking himself base to tip slowly, trying to keep his breathing even, but he was never the silent one when it came to sex. He gasped when his finger grazed his slit and swallowed the moan that accompanied it.
None of it escaped Gibbs’ keen hearing and he turned from his work. “You OK, DiNo..” The rest of his words faltered and became lost. Of any scenario that ran through his mind, the one of his SFA masturbating on his basement steps was the last one. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Mmm, Boss - getting off. I love to watch you work the wood, want it to be me you are working on.”
‘Sweet Mother of God.’ Yes, the past couple of months had been a trial, but he was now convinced Tony has stepped over the edge. And forgive him, he was going with.
“Tony, you can’t do this.”
“Yes, I can and I am. Feels so good, I can’t stop now. Join me, fire me or keep working. Can’t stop it. You make me so horny. Have for years - need this one last fantasy. Want to cum in your basement.” With that, he began to stroke faster. Pushing his jeans to his knees, he spread his legs and rolled his balls with his other hand.
Involuntarily Gibbs cupped his fledgling erection through his jeans and began to stroke it. Watching Tony manipulate himself in desire flung him over the edge and without a word, he unzipped his pants and walked to the bottom of his staircase, cock in hand.
Tony kicked off his shoes and pulled his jeans off, tossing them to the side, and stood to take the last few steps down to meet the object of his fantasy.
“Can I touch you?”
“Only if I can touch to you.” They both gave curt nods and hands foreign to one another began to touch, stroke and feel the other.
Gibbs’ hand was callused and warm while Tony’s was warm and soft, only toughened at the points his gun would have made contact. While Gibbs was treated to his show, he quickly picked up on the way Tony liked to be handled and expertly followed suit. Tony, on the other hand felt out of his league but did what came naturally which elicited soft moans from Gibbs.
Tony raised his eyes and locked onto Gibbs’. Involuntarily he licked his lips and they both moved in to share a kiss, moving closer to lock their bodies together and simultaneously wrapped their hands around each others to stroke in tandem.
Hips moved in rhythm and it wasn’t long before they both gave in to what their bodies wanted, what their minds had long before settled on.
“Don’t let me go”
“You’ll never fall”
In the distance, a taxi roared to life and made its way to places unknown.
Author: AmyH
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Summary: Short scenarios - dream sequences or fantasies
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I borrowed them for my own purposes. No money is being made, promise.
Warning: Slash
AN: I should not have unleashed the beast. I want to make this a collection of sorts - all of the scenarios too short to be a story of sorts, but perhaps will be used in one, one day.
Fantasies #1:
He downed one last shot and swallowed what was left of his beer, paid the bartender and went outside to his waiting cab.
His to-go bag was packed and there was a first class ticket waiting at the airport on stand-by if he needed it. This would either go horribly wrong or brilliantly right but he would not waste another minute on what-ifs.
The driver pulled along side the curb of the address Tony had given him. Tony paid the cabby, instructing him to wait 30 minutes. If he did not come back within that time, the driver was to put his bag on the front porch and leave. If he did, well then they’d take it from there.
Steeling himself, he opened the front door and made his way through the living room, past the kitchen to the basement door. Closing it behind him, he made his way down the stairs where Gibbs was sanding a rib of the boat he housed there. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, his movements never faltered as he tossed out “DiNozzo.” in greeting.
“Hey Boss.” He settled on his usual step and watched. Gibbs’ t-shirt was soaked in sweat so he must have been sanding for the better part of an hour or more. It clung to him as he continued the slow strokes over the wood and defined the muscles rippling beneath its surface.
It wasn’t unusual to have DiNozzo come and sit in his basement for hours, watching him work. Most of the time he had something to say, some problem he needed to work out but sometimes not. Gibbs thought he just needed to feel grounded in those times, a place he felt safe, and in which he belonged.
After a few minutes, he thought he heard Tony’s breath hitch. He continued to sand, waiting for him to reveal why he was there. There was no sense in rushing; Tony would shut down if he were pushed.
Tony continued to watch, getting more aroused with every stroke Gibbs made over the rib of the boat. The way his fingers gripped the sander, firm, yet gentle, the muscles in his forearms stood out providing an anchor as his biceps and shoulders bore the brunt of the efforts he made. It would have been picture perfect if the man wore jeans that actually fit. As it was, Tony was already turned on and this time he didn’t make an effort to hide it. This was what he came for. To show this man his desires without preamble. At the very least, he would get off to his near perfect fantasy and should he be unceremoniously shot down and banished, he would have this one night, this one instance to remember forever.
He stopped rubbing himself over his jeans to silently undo his belt and slide the button open, pulling down his zipper. His cock finally released, he ground back against the stair behind him to move his pants lower on his hips and ass for better access. He started stroking himself base to tip slowly, trying to keep his breathing even, but he was never the silent one when it came to sex. He gasped when his finger grazed his slit and swallowed the moan that accompanied it.
None of it escaped Gibbs’ keen hearing and he turned from his work. “You OK, DiNo..” The rest of his words faltered and became lost. Of any scenario that ran through his mind, the one of his SFA masturbating on his basement steps was the last one. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Mmm, Boss - getting off. I love to watch you work the wood, want it to be me you are working on.”
‘Sweet Mother of God.’ Yes, the past couple of months had been a trial, but he was now convinced Tony has stepped over the edge. And forgive him, he was going with.
“Tony, you can’t do this.”
“Yes, I can and I am. Feels so good, I can’t stop now. Join me, fire me or keep working. Can’t stop it. You make me so horny. Have for years - need this one last fantasy. Want to cum in your basement.” With that, he began to stroke faster. Pushing his jeans to his knees, he spread his legs and rolled his balls with his other hand.
Involuntarily Gibbs cupped his fledgling erection through his jeans and began to stroke it. Watching Tony manipulate himself in desire flung him over the edge and without a word, he unzipped his pants and walked to the bottom of his staircase, cock in hand.
Tony kicked off his shoes and pulled his jeans off, tossing them to the side, and stood to take the last few steps down to meet the object of his fantasy.
“Can I touch you?”
“Only if I can touch to you.” They both gave curt nods and hands foreign to one another began to touch, stroke and feel the other.
Gibbs’ hand was callused and warm while Tony’s was warm and soft, only toughened at the points his gun would have made contact. While Gibbs was treated to his show, he quickly picked up on the way Tony liked to be handled and expertly followed suit. Tony, on the other hand felt out of his league but did what came naturally which elicited soft moans from Gibbs.
Tony raised his eyes and locked onto Gibbs’. Involuntarily he licked his lips and they both moved in to share a kiss, moving closer to lock their bodies together and simultaneously wrapped their hands around each others to stroke in tandem.
Hips moved in rhythm and it wasn’t long before they both gave in to what their bodies wanted, what their minds had long before settled on.
“Don’t let me go”
“You’ll never fall”
In the distance, a taxi roared to life and made its way to places unknown.