Lions and Tigers and Igigi, Oh My
I'm not entirely sure, but this might be Gibbs' first run at gay sex.
Fandom: NCIS, Stargate SG1
Characters: Gibbs, Tony, Jack
Rating: ADULT (Gibbs/Tony)
Summary: Tony had never heard of goa'uld or tok'ra or igigi, and he sure as hell didn't know Gibbs had a passenger riding around in his head, but if Gibbs thinks one little alien parasite is going to make him go running, he has another thought coming. He's Gibbs' second, and that means he doesn't give up on his boss.
Ya know, just go read the old chapters on AO3 because coming up with links for every chapter is getting old.
--25--
Tony wasn’t surprised when O’Neill and crew locked them in one of the tel’tak’s rooms. Luckily, it seemed to be the one bedroom, so while the SG crew had to camp on the floor, he and Gibbs got a bed fit for a goa’uld, and goa’uld did like their comforts. It was weird because they subjected their real bodies to getting jammed up inside a tiny space in a human brain, but then they demanded the human body get all the luxuries.
Gibbs finished pacing the room and stopped near the door. He finally sighed and walked over to the bed.
“So, you think Kali can pull this off-get hosts to start going through there?”
Gibbs nodded. “She always did whatever she needed to. She’ll do it.”
“She betrayed you, didn’t she?” Tony asked. It would explain why she hadn’t come to Samas directly, and why Samas would have the DNA of the younger goa’uld. At one point Samas had liked her well enough to consider having little Kali babies.
Samas chuckled, a softer sound than when Gibbs did the same thing. “You still surprise us with your insights. Yes. She did. Shiva refused to take human hosts and came to us to talk about removing Ra from his throne. This would be dangerous because Ra had so much technology. Whatever host he had originally joined with, he had gained incredible knowledge that no onac had ever possessed. He thought Kali would stand with us. Even when an enemy had poisoned her and she had gone mad and killed everyone she could reach, she stopped short of killing Shiva. He was so sure she would remain loyal.”
“She betrayed you.”
Samas gave a sad smile. “She betrayed Shiva, killed him on Ra’s orders. Shiva’s servants then betrayed me. However, by that time, Ra already knew that I was planning on trying to kill him.”
“She doesn’t deserve to have a legacy.” If the others were listening, that was vague enough to make them think Tony was talking about her plans for an empire. He really meant the children Samas had left behind.
“She was once a great warrior,” Samas said sadly. “The dreams Ra brought of power… they were so strong that I think I might have fallen under them if I had heard him sing directly. I was saved by luck and distance Tony. I can’t condemn her for being unlucky in both.”
“Then I’ll hate her for both of us,” Tony said.
Samas came over and sat on the edge of the bed. “The universe should prepare for a generation of onac who are insanely loyal and vindictive.”
Tony shrugged. He looked down, and he still had on a couple of the smaller goa’uld bracelets. He’d thrown most of them off before the fighting began, but these were hinged, and he hadn’t had time to figure out the mechanism, so it’d been easier to keep them on. He fingered the carved gold and thought about the slaves on that ship. They’d just been passed from Ba’al to Kali, and they had no voice in any of it.
Samas reached out and curled his fingers around Tony’s wrist. “We all know how to handle the burdens of the life we are born into. Gibbs often struggles with the thought that I have lost so many. Thousands of my family died in a failed attempt to destroy Ra. Most of us never even had a chance to take a host, and hundreds were mutilated by Ra in his quest to bring the goa’uld under control long before they even had a chance to rebel. But my kind… we are born and we die in such numbers that this was not the burden for me that it would have been for him.”
“I feel like I should have given them a choice.”
“If they had wanted, they could have come to you and asked for that choice. They didn’t.”
Tony wasn’t even surprised that Gibbs and Samas seemed able to read his mind. They always could. “So I left them behind.” Tony rubbed his forehead.
“So you left to go back to the world you know, a world where they would not understand the rules.”
Tony looked over. “You’re not usually this big into comforting.”
Samas shrugged. “I’m in a good mood. Besides, I often do wish to comfort you. Gibbs is far more careful of his interactions with you.”
“Careful? Why?” Tony could feel a dark unease settle into his stomach. He’d admitted to being sexually attracted to Gibbs, and this was where the man nicely pointed out that he was disgusted by the idea.
“He very much has the sexual preferences of a queen,” Samas said.
“He wants to bite me until I bleed?”
Samas’ mouth came open, but after a second, he closed it again without speaking. He cleared this throat before he found words. “No. Definitely not. But he sees himself as the active partner, the penetrator. He knows how you reacted to the suspect who was a man dressed as a woman, and the horror you felt when you kissed this individual. Until recently, he believed you were strictly interested in being the penetrative partner with receptive females.”
Tony grimaced. “I’ve never heard sex described in quite such unsexy terms.”
“Gibbs is not sharing his knowledge on this particular topic, and I am having to rely on my own understanding of human sexuality. I am sure I am getting parts wrong.”
“Not wrong,” Tony admitted, “just described oddly. And this next part is going to make me look like an ass.” If Kate were here now, he would never admit this. “I made a big deal because I hated how Kate always tried to profile me, and getting upset about a gay kiss fit into her profile. I liked the fact that she never caught onto the fact that I’m bisexual. And I was initially bothered because I am not into cross dressing. I want women parts on women and men parts on men. Some people prefer partners who are a little rounder, some like ‘em short,” Tony looked at Gibbs, “some like them redheaded. I like my partners with a lack of gender ambiguity. I know it’s irrational and it probably makes me a transphobic ass, but that’s why I was bothered.”
“Human sexuality is odd.”
“Yep,” Tony agreed, “but we can’t help what we like.”
“And you like Gibbs,” Samas said.
“There is a lack of gender ambiguity there,” Tony admitted. “If he were any more stereotypically male, he’d be forced to wear flannel and carry a cigar with him at all times.”
Samas looked confused for a second, and then Gibbs was there. “I sometimes wonder what goes on in that head of yours, Tony.”
“Not much,” Tony admitted.
A frown flickered over Gibbs’ face.
“So, I’m confused, is this the ‘it’s not you, it’s me speech,’ because if so, you’re definitely rusty, boss.”
Gibbs rolled his eyes. “You always assume the worst when it comes to yourself. This is the ‘let’s get some things straight’ speech.”
“Straight. Right,” Tony nodded as he pressed his lips together.
“Since Samas has been here, I’ve become more flexible about the idea of sex, but I started pretty uptight, Tony.”
This was definitely sounding like the break up speech. Tony nodded his head and tried to keep a neutral expression.
“I will admit that I would enjoy sex with you, but I would never bottom. You might be bisexual, but if you’re with me, that prick of yours doesn’t get to visit any place more interesting than a hand.” Gibbs had a grim expression on his face, and it took Tony a second to figure out why. Gibbs thought that would be a deal breaker.
“That’s fine,” Tony said with a shrug. “I rarely top with guys, and trust me, I never had even a hint of a fantasy where you were anything other than a dominant top. Hell, about half the women I dated liked to peg me, so being bottom is no problem.”
“Peg?” Gibbs asked.
Tony felt his face warm. “Yeah, if you don’t know, you might want to let that one go, boss.” Tony really was not up to explaining that kink.
Gibbs grunted. It was the sort of noise he made when he was told to drop something that he was planning to not drop. Tony felt his face warm more. “So, you don’t mind me being a stereotypical dominant top?” Gibbs stood and moved to stand right in front of Tony.
Tony swallowed. “Not so much,” he agreed. Gibbs tightened his hand around Tony’s wrist, and the pressure forced the edge of the gold bracelet into the flesh of his inner wrist. Tony could feel his cock start to harden.
Gibbs held him for a second and then released him. “Strip,” he ordered.
Tony’s brain had a little white out moment, and it took Gibbs raising an eyebrow to get the damn thing kick started. Then Tony scrambled off the side of the bed and started stripping out of the silly layers of silk that the slave women had spent hours putting on him. Gibbs was taking off his own clothes at a more sedate pace. He draped the leather jacket over the one chair in the room, and then his silk shirt followed. By the time Gibbs was stripping off the leather pants, Tony could see Gibbs’ hard erection tenting his red silk underwear.
Tony had another little white out, and then he was pushing off his own pants. That left him naked except for the jewelry on his wrists, and one decorative swirl clipped to the side of his ear. Again, he hadn’t been able to figure out the latch, and right now, Tony didn’t care.
“Lie on your back in the middle of the bed. Arms at your sides,” Gibbs ordered. Tony’s cock was immediately hard. Gibbs definitely didn’t need any time to get used to the idea of ordering Tony around in the bedroom. Without a second’s hesitation, Tony did as ordered.
Gibbs grunted and then leaned down to tug Tony’s arm out a few inches. “Don’t move.”
Tony nodded. His mouth was too dry to respond properly.
Gibbs circled the bed and then sat on the edge where he ran his fingers over Tony’s arm. Tony curled his fingers into the sheets and fought every instinct that told him to move, move, move. Gibbs explored the curve of Tony’s flank as he worked his way down until he traced circles over the hollow formed by Tony’s hipbone. Now Tony’s cock was rock hard and the tip was slick with precome.
“You okay, Tony?”
“Great, boss.” Tony might have said more, but Gibbs pulled at one nipple hard enough to make Tony gasp. Immediately, Gibbs’ fingers gentled. Tony moaned low in his throat, but then Gibbs pulled his hand back and Tony blinked owlishly.
“Hands back where they were, Tony. Do not move them again.” Only then did Tony realize that his right hand had drifted to his hip, his fingers itched with a need to grab his cock and start jerking off.
“Sorry, boss.” Tony put his hands back at his sides and groaned as Gibbs rewarded him by running his thumb over the end of Tony’s cock. Tony cried out and arched up into the touch, but he didn’t move his hand.
Then Gibbs’ fingers curled around Tony’s cock. Tony opened his mouth, but he couldn’t make a sound. “Tony, tell me one thing you’ve fantasized about,” Gibbs ordered.
That was not fair. Tony’s brain wasn’t even fully functional, and Gibbs wanted to have a conversation? Or maybe it was Samas. Maybe Samas didn’t know that this was killing Tony.
“Boss…” Tony let the word trail off. “Please…”
Tony looked up into Gibbs’ startling blue eyes.
“One fantasy, Tony.” Gibbs was definitely not going to let this one go. Tony closed his eyes because he could feel the bonds here so much more than any leather against his wrists. Other doms had always controlled him with rope, but Gibbs was grabbing hold of something deep in Tony’s soul, and he wasn’t going to let go.
“I want to suck you,” Tony admitted.
Gibbs considered him, his head cocked to the side. Then he shifted around, lying down so they were in a classic 69 position, and Tony groaned in raw need. Keeping his hands at his sides was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, but Gibbs had asked him to do it, and he wasn’t going to fail a second time.
“Permission granted,” Gibbs said in the same tone he might use when he let Tim use the G19 requisition forms. It was weirdly hot.
“Permission for…”
Gibbs smiled at him. “For anything, Tony. At least until I issue new orders.”
Tony smiled. After rolling up onto his side, he ran a hand over Gibbs’ warm skin and then rested his palm on Gibbs’ hip. He looked down at Gibbs’ face, and Gibbs watched him. Time to impress the boss. Tony kissed the end of Gibbs’ cock. It hardened under his lips, and Tony sucked the head into his mouth, tasting the salt and musk. When he moaned, he could feel the vibration of it in his lips and Gibbs’ cock got even harder.
Tony took Gibbs’ cock farther into his mouth, using his tongue and lips to feel the shape of it, the firmness. While Gibbs breathed harder and the skin under Tony’s hand felt warmer, there was no other reaction. Even now, Gibbs was in control. He didn’t utter a single sound.
Tony pulled back and then leaned in until Gibbs’ cock brushed the back of Tony’s throat. Gibbs thrust forward just a little, and Tony found his throat blocked by the head of Gibbs’ cock. He’d played this game with tops, but this was different. This was Gibbs taking away his air, waiting to see Tony’s reaction. Tony closed his eyes and tried to stay calm as he used his tongue to explore the ridge and the veins of Gibbs’ cock.
Then Gibbs pulled back, and Tony was left with only the tip of the cock in his mouth. He sucked hungrily and let his tongue slide along the slit.
The throbbing in his own balls approached the level of pain even through Gibbs hadn’t touched him. What’s more, Tony’s lower jaw ached as he continued to suck while Gibbs started slowly thrusting in and out of Tony’s mouth. Tony experimented, sucking more gently during one thrust and more passionately during the next. He flicked his tongue over the end one time, and another he pressed the end of Gibbs’ cock up against the top of his mouth.
Sometimes Gibbs would give the smallest of groans or grunts, but other than that, he was silent and his pace never varied. Tony’s own body twitched as he fought an urge to grab himself and jerk off. His balls felt heavy and his cock was cold as the precome dried.
Gibbs rested his hand on Tony’s stomach, and Tony’s whole body twitched. The heat of Gibbs’ hand soaked in, and then that hot hand slid down toward Tony’s cock.
Tony fought every instinct he had. He wanted to buck up toward that heat, to grab himself, to do something. Instead, he focused on breathing as Gibbs kept up his slow, shallow thrusts into Tony’s mouth and Gibbs’ hand brushed against Tony’s balls. The touch was feather light, but Tony groaned at the shivers that ran through is his whole body.
When Gibbs wrapped his hand around the base of Tony’s cock, Tony shouted around the cock in his mouth. Gibbs thrust in, nearly choking Tony, and he jerked Tony’s cock at the same time, and then Tony was coming so hard that his muscles locked up. With a guttural shout, Gibbs came. The cum hit Tony’s mouth with warm splatters dotting his chin.
Gibbs quickly sat up and turned around so they were lying next to each other. Then Gibbs pulled him close, Tony’s cum smearing between them.
For some time, Tony lay silent while Gibbs stroked him gently. “You’re still an idiot for following me into this mess,” Gibbs said softly. Tony was almost sure that the insult was Gibbs’ version of declaring his love. After all, Gibbs was trying to keep him safe.
“I know, boss. But I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.”
“Whither thou goest,” Gibbs said softly, and it almost sounded like a complaint.
“Yep,” Tony agreed. It was true, and it was time that Gibbs figured that out.
Fandom: NCIS, Stargate SG1
Characters: Gibbs, Tony, Jack
Rating: ADULT (Gibbs/Tony)
Summary: Tony had never heard of goa'uld or tok'ra or igigi, and he sure as hell didn't know Gibbs had a passenger riding around in his head, but if Gibbs thinks one little alien parasite is going to make him go running, he has another thought coming. He's Gibbs' second, and that means he doesn't give up on his boss.
Ya know, just go read the old chapters on AO3 because coming up with links for every chapter is getting old.
--25--
Tony wasn’t surprised when O’Neill and crew locked them in one of the tel’tak’s rooms. Luckily, it seemed to be the one bedroom, so while the SG crew had to camp on the floor, he and Gibbs got a bed fit for a goa’uld, and goa’uld did like their comforts. It was weird because they subjected their real bodies to getting jammed up inside a tiny space in a human brain, but then they demanded the human body get all the luxuries.
Gibbs finished pacing the room and stopped near the door. He finally sighed and walked over to the bed.
“So, you think Kali can pull this off-get hosts to start going through there?”
Gibbs nodded. “She always did whatever she needed to. She’ll do it.”
“She betrayed you, didn’t she?” Tony asked. It would explain why she hadn’t come to Samas directly, and why Samas would have the DNA of the younger goa’uld. At one point Samas had liked her well enough to consider having little Kali babies.
Samas chuckled, a softer sound than when Gibbs did the same thing. “You still surprise us with your insights. Yes. She did. Shiva refused to take human hosts and came to us to talk about removing Ra from his throne. This would be dangerous because Ra had so much technology. Whatever host he had originally joined with, he had gained incredible knowledge that no onac had ever possessed. He thought Kali would stand with us. Even when an enemy had poisoned her and she had gone mad and killed everyone she could reach, she stopped short of killing Shiva. He was so sure she would remain loyal.”
“She betrayed you.”
Samas gave a sad smile. “She betrayed Shiva, killed him on Ra’s orders. Shiva’s servants then betrayed me. However, by that time, Ra already knew that I was planning on trying to kill him.”
“She doesn’t deserve to have a legacy.” If the others were listening, that was vague enough to make them think Tony was talking about her plans for an empire. He really meant the children Samas had left behind.
“She was once a great warrior,” Samas said sadly. “The dreams Ra brought of power… they were so strong that I think I might have fallen under them if I had heard him sing directly. I was saved by luck and distance Tony. I can’t condemn her for being unlucky in both.”
“Then I’ll hate her for both of us,” Tony said.
Samas came over and sat on the edge of the bed. “The universe should prepare for a generation of onac who are insanely loyal and vindictive.”
Tony shrugged. He looked down, and he still had on a couple of the smaller goa’uld bracelets. He’d thrown most of them off before the fighting began, but these were hinged, and he hadn’t had time to figure out the mechanism, so it’d been easier to keep them on. He fingered the carved gold and thought about the slaves on that ship. They’d just been passed from Ba’al to Kali, and they had no voice in any of it.
Samas reached out and curled his fingers around Tony’s wrist. “We all know how to handle the burdens of the life we are born into. Gibbs often struggles with the thought that I have lost so many. Thousands of my family died in a failed attempt to destroy Ra. Most of us never even had a chance to take a host, and hundreds were mutilated by Ra in his quest to bring the goa’uld under control long before they even had a chance to rebel. But my kind… we are born and we die in such numbers that this was not the burden for me that it would have been for him.”
“I feel like I should have given them a choice.”
“If they had wanted, they could have come to you and asked for that choice. They didn’t.”
Tony wasn’t even surprised that Gibbs and Samas seemed able to read his mind. They always could. “So I left them behind.” Tony rubbed his forehead.
“So you left to go back to the world you know, a world where they would not understand the rules.”
Tony looked over. “You’re not usually this big into comforting.”
Samas shrugged. “I’m in a good mood. Besides, I often do wish to comfort you. Gibbs is far more careful of his interactions with you.”
“Careful? Why?” Tony could feel a dark unease settle into his stomach. He’d admitted to being sexually attracted to Gibbs, and this was where the man nicely pointed out that he was disgusted by the idea.
“He very much has the sexual preferences of a queen,” Samas said.
“He wants to bite me until I bleed?”
Samas’ mouth came open, but after a second, he closed it again without speaking. He cleared this throat before he found words. “No. Definitely not. But he sees himself as the active partner, the penetrator. He knows how you reacted to the suspect who was a man dressed as a woman, and the horror you felt when you kissed this individual. Until recently, he believed you were strictly interested in being the penetrative partner with receptive females.”
Tony grimaced. “I’ve never heard sex described in quite such unsexy terms.”
“Gibbs is not sharing his knowledge on this particular topic, and I am having to rely on my own understanding of human sexuality. I am sure I am getting parts wrong.”
“Not wrong,” Tony admitted, “just described oddly. And this next part is going to make me look like an ass.” If Kate were here now, he would never admit this. “I made a big deal because I hated how Kate always tried to profile me, and getting upset about a gay kiss fit into her profile. I liked the fact that she never caught onto the fact that I’m bisexual. And I was initially bothered because I am not into cross dressing. I want women parts on women and men parts on men. Some people prefer partners who are a little rounder, some like ‘em short,” Tony looked at Gibbs, “some like them redheaded. I like my partners with a lack of gender ambiguity. I know it’s irrational and it probably makes me a transphobic ass, but that’s why I was bothered.”
“Human sexuality is odd.”
“Yep,” Tony agreed, “but we can’t help what we like.”
“And you like Gibbs,” Samas said.
“There is a lack of gender ambiguity there,” Tony admitted. “If he were any more stereotypically male, he’d be forced to wear flannel and carry a cigar with him at all times.”
Samas looked confused for a second, and then Gibbs was there. “I sometimes wonder what goes on in that head of yours, Tony.”
“Not much,” Tony admitted.
A frown flickered over Gibbs’ face.
“So, I’m confused, is this the ‘it’s not you, it’s me speech,’ because if so, you’re definitely rusty, boss.”
Gibbs rolled his eyes. “You always assume the worst when it comes to yourself. This is the ‘let’s get some things straight’ speech.”
“Straight. Right,” Tony nodded as he pressed his lips together.
“Since Samas has been here, I’ve become more flexible about the idea of sex, but I started pretty uptight, Tony.”
This was definitely sounding like the break up speech. Tony nodded his head and tried to keep a neutral expression.
“I will admit that I would enjoy sex with you, but I would never bottom. You might be bisexual, but if you’re with me, that prick of yours doesn’t get to visit any place more interesting than a hand.” Gibbs had a grim expression on his face, and it took Tony a second to figure out why. Gibbs thought that would be a deal breaker.
“That’s fine,” Tony said with a shrug. “I rarely top with guys, and trust me, I never had even a hint of a fantasy where you were anything other than a dominant top. Hell, about half the women I dated liked to peg me, so being bottom is no problem.”
“Peg?” Gibbs asked.
Tony felt his face warm. “Yeah, if you don’t know, you might want to let that one go, boss.” Tony really was not up to explaining that kink.
Gibbs grunted. It was the sort of noise he made when he was told to drop something that he was planning to not drop. Tony felt his face warm more. “So, you don’t mind me being a stereotypical dominant top?” Gibbs stood and moved to stand right in front of Tony.
Tony swallowed. “Not so much,” he agreed. Gibbs tightened his hand around Tony’s wrist, and the pressure forced the edge of the gold bracelet into the flesh of his inner wrist. Tony could feel his cock start to harden.
Gibbs held him for a second and then released him. “Strip,” he ordered.
Tony’s brain had a little white out moment, and it took Gibbs raising an eyebrow to get the damn thing kick started. Then Tony scrambled off the side of the bed and started stripping out of the silly layers of silk that the slave women had spent hours putting on him. Gibbs was taking off his own clothes at a more sedate pace. He draped the leather jacket over the one chair in the room, and then his silk shirt followed. By the time Gibbs was stripping off the leather pants, Tony could see Gibbs’ hard erection tenting his red silk underwear.
Tony had another little white out, and then he was pushing off his own pants. That left him naked except for the jewelry on his wrists, and one decorative swirl clipped to the side of his ear. Again, he hadn’t been able to figure out the latch, and right now, Tony didn’t care.
“Lie on your back in the middle of the bed. Arms at your sides,” Gibbs ordered. Tony’s cock was immediately hard. Gibbs definitely didn’t need any time to get used to the idea of ordering Tony around in the bedroom. Without a second’s hesitation, Tony did as ordered.
Gibbs grunted and then leaned down to tug Tony’s arm out a few inches. “Don’t move.”
Tony nodded. His mouth was too dry to respond properly.
Gibbs circled the bed and then sat on the edge where he ran his fingers over Tony’s arm. Tony curled his fingers into the sheets and fought every instinct that told him to move, move, move. Gibbs explored the curve of Tony’s flank as he worked his way down until he traced circles over the hollow formed by Tony’s hipbone. Now Tony’s cock was rock hard and the tip was slick with precome.
“You okay, Tony?”
“Great, boss.” Tony might have said more, but Gibbs pulled at one nipple hard enough to make Tony gasp. Immediately, Gibbs’ fingers gentled. Tony moaned low in his throat, but then Gibbs pulled his hand back and Tony blinked owlishly.
“Hands back where they were, Tony. Do not move them again.” Only then did Tony realize that his right hand had drifted to his hip, his fingers itched with a need to grab his cock and start jerking off.
“Sorry, boss.” Tony put his hands back at his sides and groaned as Gibbs rewarded him by running his thumb over the end of Tony’s cock. Tony cried out and arched up into the touch, but he didn’t move his hand.
Then Gibbs’ fingers curled around Tony’s cock. Tony opened his mouth, but he couldn’t make a sound. “Tony, tell me one thing you’ve fantasized about,” Gibbs ordered.
That was not fair. Tony’s brain wasn’t even fully functional, and Gibbs wanted to have a conversation? Or maybe it was Samas. Maybe Samas didn’t know that this was killing Tony.
“Boss…” Tony let the word trail off. “Please…”
Tony looked up into Gibbs’ startling blue eyes.
“One fantasy, Tony.” Gibbs was definitely not going to let this one go. Tony closed his eyes because he could feel the bonds here so much more than any leather against his wrists. Other doms had always controlled him with rope, but Gibbs was grabbing hold of something deep in Tony’s soul, and he wasn’t going to let go.
“I want to suck you,” Tony admitted.
Gibbs considered him, his head cocked to the side. Then he shifted around, lying down so they were in a classic 69 position, and Tony groaned in raw need. Keeping his hands at his sides was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, but Gibbs had asked him to do it, and he wasn’t going to fail a second time.
“Permission granted,” Gibbs said in the same tone he might use when he let Tim use the G19 requisition forms. It was weirdly hot.
“Permission for…”
Gibbs smiled at him. “For anything, Tony. At least until I issue new orders.”
Tony smiled. After rolling up onto his side, he ran a hand over Gibbs’ warm skin and then rested his palm on Gibbs’ hip. He looked down at Gibbs’ face, and Gibbs watched him. Time to impress the boss. Tony kissed the end of Gibbs’ cock. It hardened under his lips, and Tony sucked the head into his mouth, tasting the salt and musk. When he moaned, he could feel the vibration of it in his lips and Gibbs’ cock got even harder.
Tony took Gibbs’ cock farther into his mouth, using his tongue and lips to feel the shape of it, the firmness. While Gibbs breathed harder and the skin under Tony’s hand felt warmer, there was no other reaction. Even now, Gibbs was in control. He didn’t utter a single sound.
Tony pulled back and then leaned in until Gibbs’ cock brushed the back of Tony’s throat. Gibbs thrust forward just a little, and Tony found his throat blocked by the head of Gibbs’ cock. He’d played this game with tops, but this was different. This was Gibbs taking away his air, waiting to see Tony’s reaction. Tony closed his eyes and tried to stay calm as he used his tongue to explore the ridge and the veins of Gibbs’ cock.
Then Gibbs pulled back, and Tony was left with only the tip of the cock in his mouth. He sucked hungrily and let his tongue slide along the slit.
The throbbing in his own balls approached the level of pain even through Gibbs hadn’t touched him. What’s more, Tony’s lower jaw ached as he continued to suck while Gibbs started slowly thrusting in and out of Tony’s mouth. Tony experimented, sucking more gently during one thrust and more passionately during the next. He flicked his tongue over the end one time, and another he pressed the end of Gibbs’ cock up against the top of his mouth.
Sometimes Gibbs would give the smallest of groans or grunts, but other than that, he was silent and his pace never varied. Tony’s own body twitched as he fought an urge to grab himself and jerk off. His balls felt heavy and his cock was cold as the precome dried.
Gibbs rested his hand on Tony’s stomach, and Tony’s whole body twitched. The heat of Gibbs’ hand soaked in, and then that hot hand slid down toward Tony’s cock.
Tony fought every instinct he had. He wanted to buck up toward that heat, to grab himself, to do something. Instead, he focused on breathing as Gibbs kept up his slow, shallow thrusts into Tony’s mouth and Gibbs’ hand brushed against Tony’s balls. The touch was feather light, but Tony groaned at the shivers that ran through is his whole body.
When Gibbs wrapped his hand around the base of Tony’s cock, Tony shouted around the cock in his mouth. Gibbs thrust in, nearly choking Tony, and he jerked Tony’s cock at the same time, and then Tony was coming so hard that his muscles locked up. With a guttural shout, Gibbs came. The cum hit Tony’s mouth with warm splatters dotting his chin.
Gibbs quickly sat up and turned around so they were lying next to each other. Then Gibbs pulled him close, Tony’s cum smearing between them.
For some time, Tony lay silent while Gibbs stroked him gently. “You’re still an idiot for following me into this mess,” Gibbs said softly. Tony was almost sure that the insult was Gibbs’ version of declaring his love. After all, Gibbs was trying to keep him safe.
“I know, boss. But I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.”
“Whither thou goest,” Gibbs said softly, and it almost sounded like a complaint.
“Yep,” Tony agreed. It was true, and it was time that Gibbs figured that out.