Comment Fic
Over at the gibbs_dinozzo comm, sinfulslasher posted this picture:
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As usual, a weird conversation happened, one thing led to another and a hang-over comment fic (kinda spoilerish, too,) was born. It's heavy R to NC-17.
Comment Fic:
Gibbs woke up to blinding sunshine, a pounding headache, and a wet mouth on his cock.
Lifting up, he peered down at the tawny head bobbing along his hardness, slurping noises almost too loud for his fuzzy head.
"This was not what I meant by 'I'll give you my decision in the morning,'" he said, voice raspy from alcohol and, he remembered with a shudder, singing.
Tony pulled off with a noisy plop. "I told you there were no regrets, Boss," he said, pulling lightly at the furred sac between Gibbs' legs. "We might have been plastered last night, but I wanted you then and I want you now." With that declaration, he bent once more to his task.
Gibbs sighed and relented, his cobwebby mind putting the puzzle pieces of last night together.
Palmer's bachelor party. Sake bombs. Tony crowding him in the hallway of the restaurant. They'd both been drunk--too drunk to drive (thank god for cabs) but not too drunk to make out in the back. Where the hell that had come from, Gibbs was having trouble remembering. Nevertheless, they'd stumbled into Gibbs' house, made out for a bit longer on the couch, then Gibbs finally pulled away. Stating their actions were insane, he suggested they go to bed and discuss it in the morning. Tony had declared he was in love/lust with Gibbs, and his views wouldn't change. Gibbs, staggering up the stairs with Tony behind him, said he'd decide one way or the other in the morning. Tony had just smiled, announced he had no regrets and kissed Gibbs one more time before both men had collapsed on the bed and were asleep in seconds.
Tony trying to suck his brains out through his dick was not helping Gibbs make a clear decision.
Or maybe it was. He lifted a hand to card through the soft hair on Tony's head and angled his legs, giving the younger man better access. Tony continued to tug on his balls, his other hand reaching up under his t-shirt to pinch his nipple. A few more tugs, a long swallow, and Gibbs was coming.
Tony licked off Gibbs' cock, smiling like the proverbial cat, and Gibbs fell in love. It must have shown on his face. "Decided?" Tony asked, grinning madly.
"Yes," Gibbs said, endorphins from the orgasm clearing his fuzzy head a bit.
Tony sat back on his heels. "No regrets?"
"Just one." Gibbs pulled Tony close. "Why'd we wait so long?"
SPOILY PIC
As usual, a weird conversation happened, one thing led to another and a hang-over comment fic (kinda spoilerish, too,) was born. It's heavy R to NC-17.
Comment Fic:
Gibbs woke up to blinding sunshine, a pounding headache, and a wet mouth on his cock.
Lifting up, he peered down at the tawny head bobbing along his hardness, slurping noises almost too loud for his fuzzy head.
"This was not what I meant by 'I'll give you my decision in the morning,'" he said, voice raspy from alcohol and, he remembered with a shudder, singing.
Tony pulled off with a noisy plop. "I told you there were no regrets, Boss," he said, pulling lightly at the furred sac between Gibbs' legs. "We might have been plastered last night, but I wanted you then and I want you now." With that declaration, he bent once more to his task.
Gibbs sighed and relented, his cobwebby mind putting the puzzle pieces of last night together.
Palmer's bachelor party. Sake bombs. Tony crowding him in the hallway of the restaurant. They'd both been drunk--too drunk to drive (thank god for cabs) but not too drunk to make out in the back. Where the hell that had come from, Gibbs was having trouble remembering. Nevertheless, they'd stumbled into Gibbs' house, made out for a bit longer on the couch, then Gibbs finally pulled away. Stating their actions were insane, he suggested they go to bed and discuss it in the morning. Tony had declared he was in love/lust with Gibbs, and his views wouldn't change. Gibbs, staggering up the stairs with Tony behind him, said he'd decide one way or the other in the morning. Tony had just smiled, announced he had no regrets and kissed Gibbs one more time before both men had collapsed on the bed and were asleep in seconds.
Tony trying to suck his brains out through his dick was not helping Gibbs make a clear decision.
Or maybe it was. He lifted a hand to card through the soft hair on Tony's head and angled his legs, giving the younger man better access. Tony continued to tug on his balls, his other hand reaching up under his t-shirt to pinch his nipple. A few more tugs, a long swallow, and Gibbs was coming.
Tony licked off Gibbs' cock, smiling like the proverbial cat, and Gibbs fell in love. It must have shown on his face. "Decided?" Tony asked, grinning madly.
"Yes," Gibbs said, endorphins from the orgasm clearing his fuzzy head a bit.
Tony sat back on his heels. "No regrets?"
"Just one." Gibbs pulled Tony close. "Why'd we wait so long?"