Fic: Maybe It Was the Alcohol... rating:ADULT/NC17 T/T/A/Z

Oct 04, 2011 14:17

Can't BELIEVE I'm posting this :) This is smut, pretty much nothing but smut. It was a challenge to write, and and even bigger one to get over my anxiety to post. I'm still not sure why I'm posting this!! I know, it's just sex, but dude, you should have seen me giggling while writing this and proofing. Felt like a teenager.

Anywho, here it is. Tony, Tim, Abby, and Ziva. Really, a McNozzo/Zabby fic, if you will. And lame title is lame, but then again, it already has me writing a follow-up because the title for it was SO obvious. That one might have a bit more plot, but not a lot if I can help it. I wrote this just to see if I could, so it might not even be that good. I mean, I'm actually really happy with it, even if it's full of cliches. Of course, at this point, what isn't cliche? So hopefully a few others will enjoy. There is a serious lack of certain 3some/4somes out there with these four characters, and I guess I decided I would try and help with that!!

Rated ADULT/NC17. NCIS does not belong to me, which might actually be a good thing! No real summary necessary: it's smut, sex, porn, pwp, whatever. No spoilers, set... I don't know, nowish? Definitely post season 7.



“Another shot of Jack and a Bud for the raven-haired beauty, a shot of Patron and a Hefeweizen for the sexy brunette with control issues, and two shots of Jameson with two pints of Guinness for the gorgeous geek and his incredibly charming-yet-over-protective boyfriend.” The waiter smiled as he set the last glass on the table, winking at McGee. “And the shots are on the house,” the waiter stage-whispered, winking again at Abby.

After the four shots were done away with, a short moment of silence was observed. Then Ziva snorted, burying her face in her arms. Tony glared at her as he sipped his pint while Tim shook his head and watched Abby watching Ziva. They’d only had a couple of drinks each, but a combination of little sleep, long hours, and nothing to eat most of the day had the alcohol doing a quick job of turning the evening silly and the four of them into giggling teenagers. At least that’s what the waiter had christened them sometime in the last hour.

“I can’t decide if he’s flirting with all of us, or making fun of us,” Abby said after a chug from her bottle.

“I think he is doing a bit of both.” Ziva was still chuckling as she spoke, and she looked as pointedly as she could at Tony. “And you started it by chewing him off when he innocently touched McGee’s hand.”

“Hey! First, for the thousandth time it’s ‘chewing him out’, and second, that wasn’t that innocent a touch,” Tony responded, wrapping an arm over Tim’s shoulder as the waiter shot a look their way from the bar. “And you didn’t help anything by breaking a glass.”

Ziva scowled. “That man touched my ass. You know I do not appreciate when strange men touch my ass uninvited.”

“Does that mean I need an invitation to touch your butt?” Tim was the quiet quarter of their group, the crazy work days mixed with too much booze, at least too much for him, had made him even more tired and less talkative then he’d been when they arrived. “And he’s flirting with all of us.” He turned a cheeky grin DiNozzo’s direction, adding, “Especially the gorgeous geek.”

Lightly head-slapping his partner, Tony took another drink, considering. “Do you think he’s good looking?” he asked the table in general.

Abby nodded. “He’s gorgeous. He’s one of those guys that was an adorable little boy, a very cute teenager, a gorgeous young man, and will probably turn into a Silver Fox like Gibbs someday,” she said almost dreamily, and obviously more than a little tipsy.

“You have weird feelings regarding Gibbs, don’t you?” Tony asked, one eyebrow rising apprehensively.

“What, and you don’t?” McGee interjected, ducking the head-slap this time.

Abby continued as if she hadn’t heard the guys speak. “Like how Tony was a pretty little boy, and a pretty teenager.”

“And now he is a pretty man,” Ziva finished for her, smiling playfully.

Tim shrugged non-committally, making Tony frown. “Is that you agreeing or disagreeing?”

“That’s me not really paying attention,” Tim mumbled, staring at the foamy head of his Guinness.

“I was a pretty little girl,” Ziva said distractedly, her head angled slightly and her eyes on something over Tony’s head.

“You were destined to be a beautiful woman, so you had to have had an awkward stage,” Abby alleged, pointing at her, hand waving lazily. “I’ve seen that picture of you and your brother and sister. You were cute, but a little awkward. No offense,” she added when Ziva shot her a sharp look.

“So what is Probie?” Tony inquired, taking another long drink off his glass, arm still resting on the other man’s shoulder, body slouched and loose.

Abby smiled brightly. “Timmy’s cute. Have you seen pictures of him when he was younger?”

“You mean before the pudgy green agent we met?”

Tim elbowed him softly in the stomach but didn’t say anything, not that bothered by the comment but feeling he had to at least make a token protest, if only because Tony expected it.

“No, when he was a kid! He was all long and lanky and-I don’t know-cute.” Abby couldn’t find the right words, so she just continued. “He’s gonna be like that guy that was in the Thorn Birds, decent looking as a young man, but absolutely gorgeous later on in life.”

“Like Gibbs?” Tony joked.

Abby stuck her tongue out at him. “What’s that guy’s name?”

“Richard Chamberlain. And do you have a thing for older men, Abigail?” Tony was looking at her inquisitively again, a sly smile on his face.

“Shut up, Tony,” Abby said, suddenly uncharacteristically shy. She quickly went back to the original subject. “I was a blonde little girl.”

Tony choked on the sip he’d just taken, just avoiding spraying the women opposite with his beer. “What?”

Abby looked confused. “Duh, this isn’t real. You’ve known me for ten years, Tony, you never noticed?”

“No! Really?” he asked, turning to McGee, who was still eyeing his beer.

“Yup. What’s the saying?” he inquired, looking up at Ziva, who looked back at him as if saying “You’re asking me about some saying? Are you drunk?”

Suddenly Tim snapped the fingers on his left hand, saying, “Oh yeah. ‘The carpet doesn’t match the drapes.’”

This time Tony completed the spit take, spraying Abby and Ziva with a fine mist of Guinness Draught. He turned shocked eyes his boyfriend’s direction, then grinned widely. Recovering quickly, he went with his first inclination, stage whispering across the table to Ziva, “See, I told you he has it in him.”

Ziva’s only response was a roll of her eyes as she pointedly grabbed a napkin to wipe down her shirt. Abby was turning red, obvious even under her heavy make-up, and she kicked McGee sharply in the leg.

Tim snorted, handing a napkin to Tony absently. “You are the only person I know who gets more inhibited when you’re drinking,” he said to Abby, enjoying her embarrassment as he took another drink of his beer.

Abby was near fuming, a self-conscious anger rising up inside of her in search of an outlet. Without actually deciding to do so, she moved closer to Ziva, bringing their lips together, her tongue diving into Ziva’s mouth. She figured if anything this act would at least get McGee to shut up.

Tony choked at the sight, a guttural grown escaping as McGee went completely still next to him. He distantly felt himself finish off his own beer, but he was much more aware of the hand he slyly snuck into Tim’s lap, cupping the man’s dick through his slacks. The two men looked at each other in shock, a silent conversation taking place, consisting of: “Did you see that?” “Of course I saw that.” “Did you know?” “Did you know?”

Their gazes returned to the scene across the table in unison, and they found Abby pushing Ziva into the wall at the end of their booth, both women fully engaged in the kiss, and leading both men to the realization this was not their first kiss.

“When did this happen?” Tony said suddenly, and the girls began to slow their kiss, drawing it to a close leisurely and parting with a moist smack of their lips.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Ziva sang in reply, eyes still on the other woman.

“Um, yeah,” he said. He felt Tim’s hand slide on top of his, their fingers tangling together. He moved them to his own groin, smiling at Abby when she turned just in time to see the move.

“Having fun over there?” she said, any earlier discomfort suddenly forgotten.

Tim slid closer to the other man, not really sure what he was feeling in the air between the four of them, but for once in his life willing to go with the flow without over-thinking anything.

All of them kept looking at each other, eyes moving back and forth, from face to face to face, a conversation without words but full of meaning. All of them knew what each other’s thoughts were without saying a thing, but they were all frozen, waiting for someone to break the spell so they could just get down to business.

Fortunately, Tony’s nature stepped forth, and he spoke. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He started sliding sideways, urging McGee to stand and willing Abby and Ziva to follow.

Ziva’s place was the closest, so after a tense but short cab ride, they rushed up to her apartment. Tony was already unbuttoning his shirt as Ziva unlocked her door. McGee followed her in quickly, his hands busy keeping Abby’s from trying to strip him before they were even inside. Once there, though, he let go of her and started on his own shirt, his fingers fumbling in the excitement.

Soon both men were shirtless, watching as Ziva helped Abby out of her boots, making a show of pulling her knee socks off. Ziva kissed the top of both of Abby’s feet reverently, and then Abby was pulling at her, removing Ziva’s shirt in a hurry and tossing it over her shoulder. They began kissing again, stripping each other of the rest of their clothes down to their under things, all the while under the attentive eyes of DiNozzo and McGee.

Tony was standing behind Tim, his fingers finding and playing with both of McGee’s nipples, his mouth busy nibbling on the skin of Tim’s shoulder. Tim reached back, his long arms making it easy to grasp and squeeze Tony’s ass. His head drooped back, Tony’s mouth moving up his neck to lick at Tim’s ear, neither of them taking their eyes off the sight before them.

Ziva was down to only a pair of black silk panties, Abby in a pink bra covered in skulls and a pair of matching boy shorts. They continued caressing each other as they turned to look at the two men, Abby groaning when she caught sight of McGee’s reddened skin and the obvious joy with which Tony was making a meal of his long neck. She stepped away from Ziva, grabbing her hand and moving them closer. Ziva stepped forward and went to her knees in front of McGee as Tony switched to Abby’s lips, shivering as she ran her fingertips down his spine.

Ziva reached for Tim’s fly and smiled enticingly up at him as she pulled the zipper. Tony and Abby were kissing wetly over his shoulder, then Tony’s mouth was back on his neck and he turned slightly towards Abby, quickly recalling what a talent she had for kissing. Soon his pants were around his ankles and Ziva was pulling his dick through the slit in his boxers and licked the tip. He grunted into Abby’s mouth, and she chuckled right back.

Behind him Tony was rolling his hips against him, pushing Tim’s cock into Ziva’s open mouth. He released Abby’s lips, dropping his head back to Tony’s shoulder and sighed. Abby went to her knees too, tangling with Ziva over his cock as Tony watched from above, his chin digging into Tim’s shoulder as he rolled harder, forcing more of McGee into Ziva’s mouth. Tim huffed against his cheek, bringing his attention back to him, and he dove back in, their tongues twisting as they breathed hard into each other’s mouths.

Tim broke off the kiss. “Couch,” he choked out. Abby and Ziva pulled away and stood up as Tony walked him to the couch. They sat side by side, and the girls joined them, Ziva crawling into McGee’s lap and Abby straddling Tony’s.

Together Tony and Abby made her bra disappear, Tony’s hands instantly going to her breasts and smiling when she squeaked. Grabbing his head and trapping his hands between their bodies, she kissed him, pulling not-so-gently on his hair. Beside them, Tim was sucking on one of Ziva’s nipples as she ran her fingers through his hair, burying her nose in it, slowly grinding her hips against him.

Soon, both women were rocking against the men. Tony’s hand slid down Abby’s back and underneath her panties, grasping her ass and guiding her hips. She bent forward, biting his neck and making him squeeze, eliciting another squeak. She bit harder to retaliate, making Tony say, “Watch the teeth, Abby!”

“Told you she was part vampire,” McGee said absently, watching Ziva as she swayed above him, her eyes closed in concentration.

Tim was having a hard time thinking straight, thoughts flitting around his head. Sex with Tony was fantastic, the best he’d ever had, and a situation like this had never crossed his mind before. But experiencing Ziva practically dancing on his lap while his boyfriend was doing much the same with his ex-girlfriend next to him, and he lost all track of where that thought was going. He glanced to his right, luckily catching Tony’s eyes, and he could see the same shock and enjoyment there. Then Abby sat up straighter and started hitching her hips in a particular way, and Tony’s head went limp.

Abby smiled, feeling Tony’s cock against her, and that pressure inside of her grew a little more, her muscles starting to contract and she felt a pull towards the end that she had to fight. Suddenly there was a hand down her pants, and she looked to Ziva who was leaning towards her, her fingers tickling her clit. She moved closer to the other woman and kissed her, continuing her movements against Tony.

Both men watched this, their own hips rocking upwards. Tim’s cock was throbbing with the beat of his heart, and he could tell Tony was close too by the pattern of his breathing. He reached over, meeting Tony’s lips, completing the circle for a short but powerful moment. They all moved in unison, hips and lips moving against each other and pushing everybody closer and closer to the edge.

All four of them were near their climax, but Ziva decided she needed something before she was finished. She pulled away from Abby, gripping Tim’s chin and turning his face to her, leaving Tony momentarily confused. Then she locked her lips to his, sucking on that beautiful bottom lip, sucking on his tongue and letting him do the same. She’d always wondered what it would be like to kiss McGee, and she wasn’t disappointed in the least.

Tony witnessed the kiss for a second, then turned back to Abby and kissed her again. He’d often thought about what sex would be like with his friend, and some of Tim’s stories had led to some amazing sex between the two of them. But he’d never thought it would happen, and he’d never thought it would happen like this. His dick pulsed, and he dug his fingers into Abby’s ass, trying to force her to move harder against him.

Ziva was the first to orgasm, her body seizing as Tim pushed up, and she bit down on his lip. That sent him over, and as he grunted he could hear Tony doing the same, Abby keening as she made a few last lunges against Tony. The heap of heavy-breathing, sweaty bodies slumped together afterwards, the women resting against the men’s chests, their own heads lying on the back of the couch. Tony rolled his head tiredly towards Tim, and again their eyes met. Tim took a moment to admire Tony’s long lashes as the fluttered open and closed, and they smiled at each other, a secret and satisfied and very happy smile.

For a moment it remained silent, everyone catching their breath. But too soon for McGee, Ziva was pushing herself up, sliding off of his lap, and saying, “I now understand why the two of you find McGee so irresistible.

Abby giggled. “Yep. Not that you’re any better,” she joked, winking at Ziva.

Tony sighed. “I need a cigarette.”

“You don’t smoke,” Tim pointed out, beginning to massage Ziva’s feet.

“No, but it does feel appropriate at the moment.” Tony grinned dreamily, wrapping an arm around Abby as she slid off him onto the cushion beside him.

“There are no cigarettes, but I am thirsty,” Ziva offered, shuddering when McGee’s talented fingers found a particularly strong pressure point near the ball of her foot.

“Be careful, Timmy. Ziva’s feet are one of her major erogenous zones,” Abby warned, one of her own hands sneaking up the nearest leg of Tony’s boxers.

Tony grabbed her hand, saying, “Well, if I can’t have a smoke-“

“You don’t smoke,” Tim repeated.

“-then I call for more alcohol. Do you have any?” he inquired, looking at Ziva, who was apparently ignoring him in favor of the magic McGee was making with his hands. “Ziva,” he said, trying to get her attention.

Ziva was still in another world, so Abby answered for her. “Come on Tony, let your boyfriend continue entertaining my girlfriend. There’s beer in the fridge,” she said, standing and pulling Tony with her.

When they returned, Abby had some paper towels in her hand, and she moved Ziva’s feet out of McGee’s reach. She helped Tim out of his boxers, nodding to Tony to remove his own. As Abby began wiping Tim’s semen off of his skin, Ziva did the same for Tony as he popped the tops off of the beers, passing them around. The four of them allowed the comfortable quiet settle around them as they sipped from their bottles, finishing them quickly.

After Abby yawned for the fourth time, she got up, pulling a blanket from the back of the couch and spread it on the floor, then pulled Ziva down off the couch to join her. Once they were horizontal, their hands began to trace patterns on each other’s skin, kissing languidly as Tony and Tim looked on.

Tony decided they looked cozier on the floor, and he pulled McGee with him, lying them down between the girls and the couch. They lay on their sides facing each other, and began to make out too, legs intertwining and arms hugging. Tony grabbed Tim’s ass, drawing him closer and rotating his hips against Tim’s dick. He felt Tim getting hard, but then Tony was yawning again, and McGee pulled back, chuckling.

Tim rolled onto his back and glanced over at Ziva and Abby, finding them asleep, Abby’s head buried in Ziva’s neck and the smaller woman cradling the taller one against her body. Tony smiled at the sight, settling himself in the same position as the goth, burying his face in Tim’s shoulder. Tim chuckled again, wrapping his arms around Tony, and they soon joined the women in slumber.

**********

The first thing Tony saw when he opened his eyes a couple hours later brought him to full wakefulness instantly. Ziva and Abby were apparently still sleeping, but Abby had moved a bit, and her lips were resting against one of Ziva’s breasts, as if she’d fallen back to sleep while nursing on the smaller woman. It was a sight that was beautiful and erotic, and had him hard in a second flat.

He slid one hand down Tim’s flat tummy, finding him hard too, and when he looked at the handsome face, Tim was grinning knowingly, his eyes still closed. Tony moved down his body, bringing his face even with McGee’s dick. He resituated himself between the man’s long legs and took the cock in his hands, sliding it slowly into his mouth.

Tim groaned, his eyes opening. He rolled his head to the side, seeing the same sight that had woken Tony, wondering if he was dreaming. Then Tony’s tongue dug into the vein on the underside of his dick, and he closed his eyes again, knowing this was real and more than willing to continue with the fantasy.

Ziva’s eyes popped open as McGee groaned again, and she turned in time to catch DiNozzo as he deep-throated the other man. She shivered, clutching Abby closer to her which woke the other woman. Abby’s head shot up in surprise, and Ziva motioned over her shoulder at the other couple. Abby’s own groan at the sight got the attention of the guys, and Tony winked at them and smiled as much as he could around his mouthful.

Abby returned the smile hungrily, and she moved to follow Tony’s lead, curling up between Ziva’s legs and caressing the inside of the woman’s legs. Her tongue slipped out, tasting Ziva and stroking her clit, making Ziva shiver even more.

Just as Abby slipped a finger into Ziva, Tim opened his eyes again, catching the arch of Ziva’s back then grunted as Tony carefully dragged his teeth against the crown of his dick. He raised himself up to his elbows and looked down his body in time to see his cock disappear between the other man’s lips again, Tony nearly touching his nose to the base.

But then Tony made the mistake of glancing to his left just as Abby licked a swathe from where her finger was buried to top of Ziva’s mound, and he pulled his mouth away from Tim when Ziva arched again and stifled a scream by hiding her face in a nearby pillow. Tony jacked Tim for a moment, moving back up his body to kiss him, muttering, “You gotta fuck me, McGee.”

Suddenly Abby was scrambling away from Ziva to an end table, opening the drawer and retrieving something from inside. As she returned to her previous position, she tossed a condom and a small bottle of lube towards them, smiling encouragingly.

McGee eyed the items in surprise. “Okay,” he said, his brain too befuddled by the situation to catch up quickly enough.

Tony snatched up the condom. “Why thank you, Miss Scuito.” He tore open the package, carefully placing the condom in his mouth and then bending over, slowly taking Tim’s cock in his mouth again. With practiced ease he took it deep, and then raised his head, using his fingers to finish pulling the condom into place.

Abby wanted to applaud Tony’s technique, but one of her hands was already busy pushing two fingers inside of Ziva. She stretched upwards, worrying a nipple with her teeth as Ziva reached for her head, sinking her hands into the dark hair and pulling her closer. There was more movement beside her, and she watched as Tony arranged himself on his side facing her. Tim was behind him, squeezing some lube into his hand and coating his covered cock, then slowly sinking a finger into Tony’s ass to prepare him.

A short time later, she saw the initial grimace of pain as Tim slowly sunk into Tony’s body, watching it resolve into a look of pure happiness when Tim moved deeper. Then Abby crooked her fingers, hitting that special spot only she’d ever been able to find, and Ziva’s attention was split between her own joy and Tony’s.

“Feel good there, Zee-vah?” Tony asked breathlessly, reaching out to pinch and tug at the nipple Abby was ignoring.

“Oh, god! How about you, DiNozzo?” she asked as Abby bit even harder, not waiting for an answer as she finally brought Abby’s head up to her own, silencing Abby’s giggle with her mouth.

Their tongues tangled again, and Abby began to move her fingers in and out of Ziva roughly, realizing that she wasn’t going to need any help to reach orgasm even without anyone purposely touching her. But then she felt a hand on her back, and she turned to see that Tony was reaching out for her.

Tim was thrusting slowly in and out of him, hitting his prostate irregularly and ratcheting up his lust slowly. He could tell Ziva was close, if her heaving body was any sign, and he wanted to help Abby get there with her. So he helped Abby move Ziva closer to him, and as Abby continued to fuck Ziva with her fingers, Tony stretched his own hand down to caress Abby, sinking a finger into her from behind and pressing his thumb against her perineum.

Watching from behind Tony, McGee watched as Tony began fucking Abby with his fingers, watched as Ziva’s body began seizing, watched as Abby began moving against Tony’s hand, watched as the two women began breathing harshly into each other’s mouths. His hips started moving faster and he dropped his lips to Tony’s neck and sucked, keeping his eyes on the sight across from him.

Tony couldn’t believe his luck when he felt Abby tightening around his finger, her wetness making him hunger for more. And then Ziva was crying out as she came, her hips curling upwards in pleasure as her head rocked backwards and hit the floor. Then Abby was exhaling noisily, grunting as she moved to cram Tony’s fingers even deeper, feeling the release flowing out of her and all over Tony’s hand.

Tim kept moving in and out of Tony as the girls slowly came back to earth, Abby removing her fingers from Ziva and moving off of Tony’s. She fell to the floor beside Ziva, snuggling close and kissing the skin of her shoulder. Tony was looking on in wonder, and she saw McGee peeking at them from where he was trying to mark the other man. “Yeah, I think Tony’s feeling pretty great, Z,” she whispered.

Ziva tiredly opened her eyes and gazed at the man next to her, his mouth hanging open and small grunts forcing their way out of his throat with each of Tim’s pushes. She forced one of her hands to move, and she took him in hand, giving Tony something of his own to fuck in and out of. This had him closing his own eyes, sinking back against McGee’s body, reaching back to grasp the younger man’s jerking hips as if that could get him to move faster.

“Ahh,” he grunted, getting lost in the sensations of the dick in his ass and the hand around his own. “Oh god,” he muttered, hoping McGee had enough in him to go for a bit longer, needing either extra time or more force behind the fucking he was receiving.

As if reading his mind, Tim slowed for a moment and whispered to him, “Roll over, Tony,” He couldn’t actually follow the order though, so he allowed himself to be pushed to lay on his front, Tim’s legs moving between his. His arm ended up over Ziva’s stomach, and he pulled her and Abby closer as Tim pushed himself to his knees.

Tim pulled Tony’s waist upwards, leaving the rest of him on the floor with the girls. He looked up to make sure Tony was still comfortable, just in time to catch Ziva swallowing Tony’s growl with her lips. He began thrusting again, each one a little stronger now that he could properly fuck the man. Slow and deliberate was over, and he was loving the extra friction of being able to pull out and push in even further.

Abby scooched closer, lying mostly on top of Ziva, and slid her hand underneath Tony. McGee knew the moment she joined Ziva’s hand on Tony, the other man tightening around him in reaction. McGee whined from the extra pressure, bending over as he was pushed to move faster. Abby leaned up just enough to meet his lips, nibbling not so gently on his bottom lip, just like she’d always done when they were together.

Tim’s cock was finally in direct contact with Tony’s prostate, and the sensation forced Tony to part from Ziva, yelling once his face was buried in the carpet. He felt McGee above him, his forehead coming to rest against his back as his hips began jerking erratically.

Abby moved back to her girlfriend, and together they continued pulling on Tony, silently urging the guys on.

“Come on Tony,” Tim begged, needing the other man to come, needing the extra pressure to reach his own climax. He could feel it closing in, but even after the show Abby and Ziva had given them, and the foursome’s earlier activities, he just couldn’t get there.

Fortunately, Tony was in something of the same boat, and he started rocking back on Tim’s cock, wanting this to go on but also knowing it needed to end soon. It was too good to last much longer without killing them, he thought happily. But then any real ability to think disappeared when he glanced back at Ziva, and got exactly what he needed.

Abby and Ziva were kissing again, and he could see their tongues sliding against each other, could hear as both women hummed their pleasure. He howled when he felt their hands leave him to fondle breasts and grip hair. Then another hand wrapped around him, and McGee was jacking him like only he could, fast and strong and tight. Tony felt the end finally make its appearance, slamming into him as hard as McGee was.

His entire body seized, arching his back and his ass clamping down on the cock still moving in and out of him. McGee followed quickly, pushing against him forcefully, grunting as his cock spasmed inside of him. McGee’s mouth was hanging open in a silent shout, his hips still pumping tiredly into Tony as the remnants of their orgasm washed over them both, still moving against each other to prolong the quivering sensations crawling through them.

As McGee softened inside of him, Tony collapsed carefully to the floor, bringing Tim with him. Tim was too boneless at this point to do more than sprawl across Tony’s back, still connected and wanting to stay right there until he absolutely had to move, sometime around Monday morning when they had to go to work. A couple of days of rest might actually be enough to recover from this night, he though, as he started dropping soft kisses to the back of Tony’s neck and shoulders.

**********

The four of them had stayed in the same position for awhile, hands drifting and soft words floating around the mass of bodies as they recovered and came down from the high they’d reached. But soon, Tony decided he needed to move or they’d end up having to roll him out to the car when his back went out on him completely. So after a small wrestling match and everyone helping each other to clean up a bit, they settled back down, content to just stay where they were.

Tim was splayed out on the floor, Tony on one side and Abby and Ziva on the other. He could feel fingers running up and down his spine, and more touching one of his ass cheeks.

“I cannot believe you actually have a ‘Mom’ tattoo,” Ziva stated, tracing the mark on the pale skin.

“Don’t remind him,” Tony said, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“I still think it’s cute,” Abby opined, reaching out to pinch the aforementioned skin.

“Hey!” McGee barked groggily.

“That’s how I found out, actually, the first time we met in person,” Abby started. “His cute butt called to me, and I just picked the right spot to pinch.”

“Got me laid pretty quickly,” mumbled Tim from the crook of his elbow where his head rested.

“And this McGee talks very differently from the McGee we work with, does he not?” Ziva had known the man for more than six years, but she’d never really heard him say something bordering on vulgar, at least for McGee.

Tony smiled at Ziva, then remarked to Abby, “You made him wait?”

“What kind of woman do you think I am, DiNozzo?” she replied, grinning. “Our first date was a lunch date after all, and I was hungry, and I had a feeling that he’d be fun if we actually had time to play. Besides, we had to be careful. He was still having some problems figuring out how to sit on his cute butt that he’d sacrificed to the tattoo gods,” Abby finished with, smirking.

“Very cute butt. Perhaps we should revisit judgemytush.com?” Ziva asked playfully. “Did they have a male category?”

“No more judging of tushes,” Tim stated resolutely. “Tony will get depressed if his has dropped from a qualified 5 and I’ve gone up. It’ll be bad.”

“Gee thanks,” Tony answered, slapping Tim’s ass not-so-softly.

“Oh, I do not know. I believe the competition may be even tighter now than it was then,” Ziva commented, adding, “Of course, Abby has you both beat, so perhaps McGee is correct.”

The quiet eased in again, only broken by the yawns that forced their way out of the tired bodies. Tony’s hand was resting on the back of Tim’s neck, squeezing rhythmically, something he knew the other man loved and would put him to sleep in seconds flat if he wasn’t careful. He could already tell that Tim was close, and he himself was nearing the point where he’d be ready to put his head down and fall asleep.

“Well, that was interesting,” Tim mumbled, his brain catching up to recent events. He couldn’t help but wonder if he wasn’t the only one a little baffled by what exactly had transpired earlier. He wasn’t positive he actually wanted to discuss it, but he figured it might be a good idea.

“Very,” was Abby’s simple answer.

“The wonders of alcohol?” Tony quipped, pretty sure even he knew how inaccurate that possible justification was, at least for him.

Ziva shrugged one shoulder, yawning. “I do not think I was that drunk. But I-“ she started, trailing off when she wasn’t sure what to say next.

“Yeah, I was wondering if I was the only one.” Tony smiled almost shyly, the reality of everything finally rearing its ugly head.

“The waiter was trying, but I think he failed. Unless his plan was to get us to have group sex and leave him Timmy’s credit card when we rushed out,” Abby said.

“Dammit. If I have a fourth run-in with an identity thief, I’m cutting up all my cards and stuffing my money in my mattress.” Tim rolled over, grabbing Tony’s hand and tangling their fingers together on his chest.

Tony chuckled, kissing his forehead. “Well, if it was his plan, I guess it worked.”

“I do not know about the rest of you, but I do not regret it,” Ziva said, smiling exhaustedly.

“Neither do I,” Tony replied.

“Me neither,” Tim said through his own yawn.

“I don’t either. I’m just wondering if it’ll happen again, and don’t any of you try to say you’re not,” Abby ordered them.

The guys looked at each other, and Tim spoke. “Maybe we should just wait and see.”

“And not let Gibbs figure it out. His head’ll probably explode.” Tony grimaced and then dropped his head to the floor. “But can we talk about it later?” he requested.

Ziva nodded. “I think that is best. Would you two care to stay the night?”

“Yeah,” Tony answered before Tim could. “I’m too tired to move very far.

“Ziva has a nice big bed,” Abby offered up, rolling to her knees and motioning to the bedroom. “There’s plenty of room for all of us if we stay close.”

Ziva watched the guys, urging them silently to stay. Tim and Tony meanwhile looked at each other, another silent conversation. “Yeah, let’s stay.”

“And maybe have more fun in the morning?” Tony inquired hopefully.

Abby shook her head. “Tony, you have great ideas.”

“Come, let’s go to bed,” Ziva said. She stood up, pulling Abby to her feet and towards the bathroom. “We’ll be finished quickly,” she said as they left the room and the men on the floor.

Tim looked at Tony, one eyebrow crooked. “Did this really happen?”

Tony nodded. “Yup. Are you okay with it?”

Tim considered for a moment. “Yeah. Not something I really ever thought about, though I’m sure it wasn’t your first foursome.”

“Actually, it was. And the first time with someone I love and close friends. But it was good.”

“It was a little bit more than good.”

“A lot more than good.”

They smiled. The girls exited the bathroom a moment later and crawled into bed. “Come on guys!” Abby called excited and tired at the same time.

The two men got up and quickly visited the bathroom. As they were joining the girls in Ziva’s bed, one of Ziva’s snores rang out.

“Oh god, she hasn’t gotten that fixed yet?” Tony whined.

“Just get in,” Abby ordered again.

Once they were all settled, Tony and Abby were on the outside with Tim and Ziva between them. The two couples faced each other, and Tony tried to make out Abby in the dark room. “You okay over there, Abs?” he asked for reasons he couldn’t have shared.

“Yeah. I’m glad you two are here, that’s all,” she whispered back.

“Yeah,” Tim concurred.

“Good. Night guys.” Within seconds, they could hear Abby’s breathing change, and knew she was gone to the world for the next few hours.

“Think it’ll happen again?” Tony asked before Tim fell asleep.

Tim was too tired to be anything but honest. “God, I hope so.”

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rating: adult, smut, fic: ncis, pairing: abby/ziva, foursome (omg), pairing: tony/tim

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