The Tradesman
Title: The Tradesman
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tradesman!kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, shameless PWP, Threesome, Established relationship
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gibbs/Dinozzo/Trademan
Word Count: 1,733
Spoilers: None
Challenges: Tradesman kink fic.
Summary: Tony just loved himself a Trademan.
A/N: Debs wanted a smutty tradesman slash story, so here it is. THERE IS NO PLOT.
Gibbs stood still his ears straining to hear Tony's moans from the room next door. He could imagine the younger man, his long legs over the large man's shoulders, his feet pointing into the air, his body trembling with being filled by another man’s cock. Gibbs made himself count to ten before even placing his hand on the door handle.
The tradesman had come around for the first time a week ago and he had been unable to keep his eyes from the Italian. Tony had been just as interested, smiling sweetly at the man fixing their shower.
Later that night Gibbs looked down at his lover and sighed. ‘You had better go into the bathroom and break the sink so that we have a legitimate reason to call Dan back over here.’ There was no way he wanted to invite him over, then have Dan turn down the couple. But it would be even worse if he found out the only reason he had been invited over was to be part of a sex game.
Tony looked up at Jethro, a sly smile on his strong features. 'You know he's not going to turn me down, Boss.' The flutter of Tony's eyelashes caused a jolt to his cock and an itching in his fingers, but he'd promised Tony that he wouldn't head slap him in the bedroom. That kind of abuse was restricted to the office.
They had fallen asleep quickly, both smiling at their plans for the following day. Tony smiled in his sleep as his lover curled his body around his, the warmth making him feel safe.
The next morning, Gibbs was woken by a mad cackle and a crash. Tony had completely removed the sink from the wall.
'Who knew the sink wasn't strong enough to hold my weight?' Tony’s mouth curved up into a lush smile that sent a thrill through Gibbs, and this time he couldn't resist a love tap to the younger man's behind.
Tony fished his mobile phone from his pocket and dialled the handyman's number, stepping closer to Gibbs so that he was in his personal space.
'Yes, I was wondering if you could come around and fix my sink.' Tony looks down at the many shattered pieces on the floor. 'It's broken, but there's water spurting out of the wall. I need you... to come and stop the water.’
He pauses and listens for a couple of seconds before hanging up. A bright smile lights up his face, 'Dan's on his way here right now.'
It didn’t take long for the tall man to come around, his long legs hidden by dirty jeans and a toolbox in his left hand. He barely takes ten minutes in the bathroom, and when he walks into the hall, he simply tells them that the water has been stopped, but that they were going to have to buy a new sink. Gibbs can’t help but think that this is going to be the most expensive lay of Tony’s life.
Tony walks up to the tradesman and places his hand against his chest. ‘Thankyou so much! I don’t know what I would do with out you!’ The sweetness made Gibbs want to vomit, but he couldn’t argue with the technique, as he loved the results. Five minutes later their bedroom door is shut and Tony is being promised the fucking of his life.
Gibbs presses his ear against the wall, listening to the moans and softly spoken words, he makes himself count before he gently pushes the door open, both of the occupants knew he would be coming in to watch the show, but the thrill was pretending like he shouldn't be watching.
Gibbs finds it very difficult to breathe once he enters the room. The men on the bed are breath taking - and not at all what Gibbs had been expecting from what he had been hearing.
Tony has Dan on his hands and knees, his dirty jeans pulled down to bare his tanned ass. Tony is still wearing his shirt, and has his tie wrapped around the torso of the man underneath him. Dan is pushing his ass back onto Tony's cock, loud moans coming from his mouth.
Tony - his boy - was acting like he was the king of all he surveyed. His boy - who begged Gibbs to fuck him harder, and faster, and more - was taking this six-foot gargantuan man for all he was worth.
Gibbs didn’t think it was possible to be as turned on as he is right now. He makes his way to the cushioned chair in the corner, and unzips his chinos. He is already hard, and he knows that he doesn’t have long before he loses his control.
Tony was talking non-stop, his own breed of dirty talk - normally just telling the person facts and statements that lead up to this moment. Maybe you could just consider it dirty talk, as DiNozzo seems to consider the sound of his voice to be an aphrodisiac. 'You came around here to fix my sink! I'm fixing you good now! Bet you didn't think I could fuck you this hard! Oh god, so tight... Did you think I was going to let you put that pathetic cock in me?' Gibbs can only smile at the tirade, Tony loves being talked down to... and he had to hope that Dan liked it also.
Gibbs was starting to buck into his hand, starting to feel the heat coiling in his stomach. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
'Boss, you better stop. I want you to come in me once I'm finished here.' Gibbs looks up to meet Tony's eyes, the proposition one of the hottest things that he’d ever heard. So with great difficulty he pulls his hand away from his cock and continues watching the two men fucking on his bed.
Tony’s ass is clenching hard, the muscles taunt from over-exhaustion. He lets go of his tie and reaches his hand around to start fisting Dan's cock. Dan starts to shake and lets out a hoarse cry as he comes all over Tony's Egyptian cotton bedspread. Tony - never one to do things in halves - pushes the other man down into his own spunk and starts to fuck him for all he is worth.
'Boss! Fuck!' He comes with a shout, collapsing over Dan who has remained still since he had come. Tony is shaking with his orgasm, he normally would keep shaking and clenching his muscles for a couple of minutes later, and that's a sensation that Gibbs doesn't want to waste. He strides over to the bed and pushes Tony off the Tradesman.
'You,' He points at Dan. 'Sit on the chair.' The big man does as he is told and walks shakily to the chair to watch the show.
Gibbs grabs Tony by the ankle and drags him down the bed. 'Pillow.' Without a word, Tony grabs a pillow and passes it down to Gibbs. The older man picks up his boy's hips and pushes the pillow under them, and then he stands back to admire his handiwork. Tony is still hitching and trembling, a quiet mewling sound escaping from him.
Gibbs grabs some lubricant and coats one of his fingers and then pours some more down the younger man's crack. Tony jumps at the cold sensation, but quickly pushes back into the exploring fingers. Gibbs starts with one finger, wriggling it around trying to find Tony's prostate. Tony lets out a grunt as the pain hits him momentarily, but it's not long before Tony starts to respond as Gibbs’ finger strokes across his prostate, his nerves jumping once again. He feels blood rushing back through his body and he can feel it rushing back to his cock.
Tony pushes back against the intruding digit, 'Please, more!?'
'Whatever you wish.' Gibbs thrusts his second finger into the younger man, wriggling them around for a couple of seconds before starting an assault on the younger man's prostate once again. Tony is soon writhing, his hips sliding all over the cotton pillow.
'If you fall from that pillow I will stop, you understand?'
Tony stills his hips quickly, but the energy is just redirected - he starts moaning louder, his moans turning into groans and pants, his fingers twisting into the bedding.
Gibbs pushes a third finger in, eager to fuck Tony. He can hear Dan's harsh breathing behind him, but he puts that out of his mind - Tony is the exhibitionist, not him.
He pulls the fingers from Tony, who lets out a breathy moan. The emptiness is quickly filled, Gibbs sliding in till he is fully seated within the other man. Tony is still shaking, his muscles contracting and relaxing from the last orgasm. Gibbs snaps his hips forward, not allowing Tony to get completely used to the feeling of being full. Tony enjoys it when he could feel their encounters hours or even days later, the reminder that can be felt in stretched muscles.
It doesn’t take long at all before the sensations get to him and he can feel his orgasm building, it's presence like standing at a beach, each wave coming in stronger and stronger until he is knocked over into the surf. He empties himself into Tony, who is rutting himself against the bed sheets.
He gently pulls out and grabs a hold of Tony's balls gently rolling them up into his body. Tony starts to tremble more, and it only takes a couple of more thrusts against the pillow before he looses it, his head shaking from side to side.
Gibbs loves to watch Tony come, each time with surprise in his eyes, like he never expected it could feel this amazing. He heard Dan leave the room, and could only hope he didn't steal his silver on his way out.
Tony rolls over slowly, his eyelashes parting slowly, green eyes staring at his lover. 'Boss, I just love me a tradesman.'
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tradesman!kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, shameless PWP, Threesome, Established relationship
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gibbs/Dinozzo/Trademan
Word Count: 1,733
Spoilers: None
Challenges: Tradesman kink fic.
Summary: Tony just loved himself a Trademan.
A/N: Debs wanted a smutty tradesman slash story, so here it is. THERE IS NO PLOT.
Gibbs stood still his ears straining to hear Tony's moans from the room next door. He could imagine the younger man, his long legs over the large man's shoulders, his feet pointing into the air, his body trembling with being filled by another man’s cock. Gibbs made himself count to ten before even placing his hand on the door handle.
The tradesman had come around for the first time a week ago and he had been unable to keep his eyes from the Italian. Tony had been just as interested, smiling sweetly at the man fixing their shower.
Later that night Gibbs looked down at his lover and sighed. ‘You had better go into the bathroom and break the sink so that we have a legitimate reason to call Dan back over here.’ There was no way he wanted to invite him over, then have Dan turn down the couple. But it would be even worse if he found out the only reason he had been invited over was to be part of a sex game.
Tony looked up at Jethro, a sly smile on his strong features. 'You know he's not going to turn me down, Boss.' The flutter of Tony's eyelashes caused a jolt to his cock and an itching in his fingers, but he'd promised Tony that he wouldn't head slap him in the bedroom. That kind of abuse was restricted to the office.
They had fallen asleep quickly, both smiling at their plans for the following day. Tony smiled in his sleep as his lover curled his body around his, the warmth making him feel safe.
The next morning, Gibbs was woken by a mad cackle and a crash. Tony had completely removed the sink from the wall.
'Who knew the sink wasn't strong enough to hold my weight?' Tony’s mouth curved up into a lush smile that sent a thrill through Gibbs, and this time he couldn't resist a love tap to the younger man's behind.
Tony fished his mobile phone from his pocket and dialled the handyman's number, stepping closer to Gibbs so that he was in his personal space.
'Yes, I was wondering if you could come around and fix my sink.' Tony looks down at the many shattered pieces on the floor. 'It's broken, but there's water spurting out of the wall. I need you... to come and stop the water.’
He pauses and listens for a couple of seconds before hanging up. A bright smile lights up his face, 'Dan's on his way here right now.'
It didn’t take long for the tall man to come around, his long legs hidden by dirty jeans and a toolbox in his left hand. He barely takes ten minutes in the bathroom, and when he walks into the hall, he simply tells them that the water has been stopped, but that they were going to have to buy a new sink. Gibbs can’t help but think that this is going to be the most expensive lay of Tony’s life.
Tony walks up to the tradesman and places his hand against his chest. ‘Thankyou so much! I don’t know what I would do with out you!’ The sweetness made Gibbs want to vomit, but he couldn’t argue with the technique, as he loved the results. Five minutes later their bedroom door is shut and Tony is being promised the fucking of his life.
Gibbs presses his ear against the wall, listening to the moans and softly spoken words, he makes himself count before he gently pushes the door open, both of the occupants knew he would be coming in to watch the show, but the thrill was pretending like he shouldn't be watching.
Gibbs finds it very difficult to breathe once he enters the room. The men on the bed are breath taking - and not at all what Gibbs had been expecting from what he had been hearing.
Tony has Dan on his hands and knees, his dirty jeans pulled down to bare his tanned ass. Tony is still wearing his shirt, and has his tie wrapped around the torso of the man underneath him. Dan is pushing his ass back onto Tony's cock, loud moans coming from his mouth.
Tony - his boy - was acting like he was the king of all he surveyed. His boy - who begged Gibbs to fuck him harder, and faster, and more - was taking this six-foot gargantuan man for all he was worth.
Gibbs didn’t think it was possible to be as turned on as he is right now. He makes his way to the cushioned chair in the corner, and unzips his chinos. He is already hard, and he knows that he doesn’t have long before he loses his control.
Tony was talking non-stop, his own breed of dirty talk - normally just telling the person facts and statements that lead up to this moment. Maybe you could just consider it dirty talk, as DiNozzo seems to consider the sound of his voice to be an aphrodisiac. 'You came around here to fix my sink! I'm fixing you good now! Bet you didn't think I could fuck you this hard! Oh god, so tight... Did you think I was going to let you put that pathetic cock in me?' Gibbs can only smile at the tirade, Tony loves being talked down to... and he had to hope that Dan liked it also.
Gibbs was starting to buck into his hand, starting to feel the heat coiling in his stomach. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
'Boss, you better stop. I want you to come in me once I'm finished here.' Gibbs looks up to meet Tony's eyes, the proposition one of the hottest things that he’d ever heard. So with great difficulty he pulls his hand away from his cock and continues watching the two men fucking on his bed.
Tony’s ass is clenching hard, the muscles taunt from over-exhaustion. He lets go of his tie and reaches his hand around to start fisting Dan's cock. Dan starts to shake and lets out a hoarse cry as he comes all over Tony's Egyptian cotton bedspread. Tony - never one to do things in halves - pushes the other man down into his own spunk and starts to fuck him for all he is worth.
'Boss! Fuck!' He comes with a shout, collapsing over Dan who has remained still since he had come. Tony is shaking with his orgasm, he normally would keep shaking and clenching his muscles for a couple of minutes later, and that's a sensation that Gibbs doesn't want to waste. He strides over to the bed and pushes Tony off the Tradesman.
'You,' He points at Dan. 'Sit on the chair.' The big man does as he is told and walks shakily to the chair to watch the show.
Gibbs grabs Tony by the ankle and drags him down the bed. 'Pillow.' Without a word, Tony grabs a pillow and passes it down to Gibbs. The older man picks up his boy's hips and pushes the pillow under them, and then he stands back to admire his handiwork. Tony is still hitching and trembling, a quiet mewling sound escaping from him.
Gibbs grabs some lubricant and coats one of his fingers and then pours some more down the younger man's crack. Tony jumps at the cold sensation, but quickly pushes back into the exploring fingers. Gibbs starts with one finger, wriggling it around trying to find Tony's prostate. Tony lets out a grunt as the pain hits him momentarily, but it's not long before Tony starts to respond as Gibbs’ finger strokes across his prostate, his nerves jumping once again. He feels blood rushing back through his body and he can feel it rushing back to his cock.
Tony pushes back against the intruding digit, 'Please, more!?'
'Whatever you wish.' Gibbs thrusts his second finger into the younger man, wriggling them around for a couple of seconds before starting an assault on the younger man's prostate once again. Tony is soon writhing, his hips sliding all over the cotton pillow.
'If you fall from that pillow I will stop, you understand?'
Tony stills his hips quickly, but the energy is just redirected - he starts moaning louder, his moans turning into groans and pants, his fingers twisting into the bedding.
Gibbs pushes a third finger in, eager to fuck Tony. He can hear Dan's harsh breathing behind him, but he puts that out of his mind - Tony is the exhibitionist, not him.
He pulls the fingers from Tony, who lets out a breathy moan. The emptiness is quickly filled, Gibbs sliding in till he is fully seated within the other man. Tony is still shaking, his muscles contracting and relaxing from the last orgasm. Gibbs snaps his hips forward, not allowing Tony to get completely used to the feeling of being full. Tony enjoys it when he could feel their encounters hours or even days later, the reminder that can be felt in stretched muscles.
It doesn’t take long at all before the sensations get to him and he can feel his orgasm building, it's presence like standing at a beach, each wave coming in stronger and stronger until he is knocked over into the surf. He empties himself into Tony, who is rutting himself against the bed sheets.
He gently pulls out and grabs a hold of Tony's balls gently rolling them up into his body. Tony starts to tremble more, and it only takes a couple of more thrusts against the pillow before he looses it, his head shaking from side to side.
Gibbs loves to watch Tony come, each time with surprise in his eyes, like he never expected it could feel this amazing. He heard Dan leave the room, and could only hope he didn't steal his silver on his way out.
Tony rolls over slowly, his eyelashes parting slowly, green eyes staring at his lover. 'Boss, I just love me a tradesman.'