Building Heaven - Part 2 (NCIS, Tim/Tony, NC-17)
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Tony didn’t relax at work until well into the afternoon. That morning hadn’t been awkward as Tony had thought it would be; they had woken early, giving time for lazy kisses, which had progressed into Tim kissing his way down Tony’s chest and showing him again just how talented his mouth could be, pulling off just in time and jerking him off as he came. After dragging Tim up for further kisses he had snaked a hand down between them and stroked Tim’s cock slow and hard until he gasped and came all over Tony’s hand. They had showered separately, knowing that if they had showered together they would have been late for work, and had made it in with only two minutes to spare. Tony’s explanation of staying on Tim’s sofa the previous night wasn’t even questioned (a well deserved reputation as a womanizer was pretty handy in situations such as these) and the day went smoothly.
Gibbs was more attentive to McGee than usual, but since he always got like this now when one of them had been injured Tony didn’t think anything of it. He had worried that Ziva, with her ninja-Mossad-Spidey-senses, would be able to smell Tim on him or something, but the day passed almost without incident.
The only near miss they had was in the lab; Abby grabbed Tim’s shoulder, right over the bite-mark Tony had made only that morning, and Tim had winced. He managed to deflect questions, however, by telling everyone that he had banged it hard on a rock when he’d landed after being shot. Of course, that meant that Abby just dived on him and hugged him. Tony had a bizarre moment of jealousy where all he could think was “get your hands off him, not yours anymore, mine, mine, MINE” but he managed to play it cool, and laughed along with everyone else.
About an hour before he was planning to leave, Tim came over to his desk.
“Hey, Tony.”
Tony looked up at him warily. “Hey, Probie, what’s up?”
“Just wondering if you’d mind giving me a ride home again today? I’m feeling a lot better, but I really don’t think I’m up to taking the bus yet.” His words were perfectly innocent; if anyone in the office had heard them they wouldn’t have heard anything out of the ordinary. But Tim had a look in his eyes that Tony knew only too well, now. And since the next day was Saturday, unless they got called in they had the whole day to themselves. He swallowed.
When he spoke, however, he managed not to let on that anything was up. “Sure, Probie, I think I can manage that. Since you’re still so fragile, and all.”
“Screw you, Tony.” Tony could see his mouth twitching, and tried not to crack a smile himself.
“Am I gonna have to separate you two?” Gibbs’s voice came across loudly, and they both jumped.
“No, boss,” they chorused, and Tim went back to his desk, leaving Tony to wonder just exactly what they could do when they got to Tim’s that night.
***
They were no sooner in the door than McGee had him pressed up against it, kissing him like he was drowning. “God, Tony, wanted to do that all day,” he groaned, and Tony couldn’t help groaning back.
“I hear ya, Probie.” His hands slid down Tim’s back, cupping his ass and pulling him in closer. “Bedroom?”
Tim didn’t answer in words; he grabbed Tony’s hand and dragged him through the apartment and into his bedroom. “God, why aren’t you naked yet?” Tim breathed in his ear, and fuck.
“Never thought you’d be this aggressive, Probie,” he panted, trying to help unbutton his shirt. Tim blushed, suddenly self-conscious, and Tony realized his mistake. He pulled Tim back in for a bruising kiss in an attempt to make him stop thinking. “I like it,” he grinned, and that fire was back in Tim’s eyes.
“Good.” Tim grinned back. “Now how about we get these clothes off, huh?”
They stripped quickly, before lying facing each other on the bed. Tony took a deep breath, trying to work up the courage to ask for what he wanted. It had been on his mind all day and, while he knew that everything else he had done could be classed as some kind of experiment, this was crossing a line he could never go back from.
“Tim,” he said quietly, stilling the probie’s hands which had been stroking distractingly over his side and chest. “Tim, I want… I want you to fuck me.”
Tim’s eyes went wide, and although Tony could see the desire in them, he could also see the question there. “Tony, are you sure? Because you don’t have to feel like this is something you have to do to make it fair; it doesn’t work like that. I’m more than happy for you to fuck me.”
Tony shook his head. “No, it’s nothing like that. I just… I want to know how it feels.”
“You could practice, you know? There are toys; you can stretch yourself out slowly….”
Tony growled and pulled Tim closer. “I don’t want… Toys? Are you kidding me?” He sighed. “I want you to fuck me. And I can’t make it any clearer than that without turning into a teenage girl.”
Tim’s eyes darkened and he leaned in, kissing Tony breathless. “I’ll make it good for you,” he promised.
“I know,” Tony said, trying to keep the trepidation out of his voice.
“But we’re going to have to go slow. Gotta get you relaxed for me.” Tim’s eyes were serious now, and Tony nodded. “Call me a girl if you have to, but if I don’t get you relaxed it’s gonna hurt a lot.”
“And if I am relaxed?”
Tim bit his lip. “I’m not gonna lie to you, Tony, it’s still gonna hurt a little. But only for a little bit; I’ll get you through it, I swear.”
“All right.” Tony was amazed at how steady his voice sounded. Thinking that when Tim said ‘relaxed’ he meant that he would prep Tony for longer, he prepared to roll over on his stomach, and so was surprised when Tim pushed him gently onto his back. He looked up at Tim in surprise, but Tim smiled gently at him, leaning down and kissing him until he’d almost forgotten where it was leading. Tim had lowered his body on to Tony’s and was writhing gently on top of him as they kissed, and Tony couldn’t help but moan. He felt Tim smile against his lips, before trailing kisses down his jaw to his ear, biting at the lobe and making Tony yelp in surprise.
Then Tim’s mouth was back on his, slightly rougher than before, and Tony felt Tim’s hands running down his arms before bringing his hands up and pinning them above his head. Tony gasped; he had never imagined that he could ever enjoy being restrained, or that Tim would be the dominating type, but good god. He arched up, wanting more of Tim’s mouth, more friction, more everything, whimpering when Tim started kissing down his chest, taking his time, and ignoring Tony’s silent pleas for more. Then Tim’s mouth was on his nipple, wet and hot, teeth scraping; slowly licking and biting down towards his navel.
When Tim finally bent to suck his cock, he was so worked up he knew that he wouldn’t last. “Tim!” he gasped out, unable to say any more, but Tim seemed to understand and pulled off.
“Doing all right there, Tony?” Tim asked, his voice teasing.
“I’m good,” he croaked. “But if you don’t stop that I’m going to come.”
Tim climbed back up Tony’s body on his hands and knees, leaning down to give Tony a quick kiss. “Turn over,” he said quietly, and Tony did so, suddenly nervous. “You’re going to have to relax, you know. Tensing up like that isn’t going to help.”
Tony gave a brittle laugh. “Yeah, well, not really something I can control, McGee.”
There was a moment of silence, and Tony wondered if he’d said something wrong. But then Tim’s hands were massaging his neck muscles, easing the tension out of them, and little by little Tony felt himself relax. Tim’s hands moved lower, working out the knots in his back, and he sighed. He was vaguely aware of Tim leaning over him, before feeling kisses dropped across his shoulders and moving slowly down his back. He heard the squirt of lube and almost tensed up again, but Tim continued his kisses and massaging, and so when he felt fingers teasing at his hole he merely groaned and pushed back, trying to get some friction on his cock as he did so.
He heard a strangled noise from behind him, and looked over his shoulder to where McGee was kneeling to one side of him, staring at his flexing hips with a look on his face that Tony wanted to see a lot more. He pushed his ass up a little further, hoping Tim would get the message. Tim swallowed thickly, and Tony felt a finger start to press in a little. He forced himself to stay relaxed, remembering when he had done this to himself. This was…not better, exactly, but certainly easier. Spit, he decided, was no substitute for lube, no matter what they might do in gay porn. And okay, yeah, maybe he’d watched more than that one since then. For research, of course.
“You okay?” Tim’s voice was strained, and Tony couldn’t help but be smug, because he had made Tim sound like that.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he replied. He could feel his muscles relaxing around that one finger, and it felt… It just wasn’t enough. “You can use another finger, come on.”
“You sure?”
Tony drew himself up on his hands and knees, pushing his ass up and shooting a smoldering look over his shoulder. Tim’s eyes widened and his hand went down to tug his balls back, making Tony grin. “I’m sure,” he said needlessly, since Tim had already reached for the lube.
When Tim’s finger withdrew, he felt the loss immediately; although it hadn’t exactly been pleasant, it had been something, and to have the something taken away was not making him happy. It was only for a second, though; he felt something wider - two fingers - pressing inside of him and felt as though all the breath had gone out of his lungs. It didn’t hurt, not exactly, but he could feel his muscles stretching around the intrusion. When he felt Tim’s knuckles against his ass he let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding, and pushed back. Those fingers started to work in and out, and fuck, yeah, that was pretty okay. Then Tim shifted, and his fingers shifted onto something, and Tony nearly leaped off the bed.
“Jesus…Tim…what…?”
Tim leaned forward so that his mouth was next to Tony’s ear. “Feel good?” Tony nodded. “That was your prostate. It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you.” Tony could only pant, unable to speak. Better? Christ, he’d never survive. He felt Tim retreat back down his body again, and the fingers which had been fucking into him began to stretch him even further and okay, yeah, that was starting to hurt. But then Tim’s mouth was on his balls, distracting him from the discomfort long enough for his muscles to start relaxing again.
When Tim eventually added a third finger, the whole of Tony’s world seemed to have narrowed to the sensations in his ass, balls and cock. He was beyond coherent thought; the sting of the stretch offset by what Tim was doing with his mouth and by the occasional brush of fingers over his prostate. Finally, finally, when Tim leaned over and whispered in his ear, in a voice hoarse and shattered with strain, “I’m going to fuck you now, Tony, okay?” Tony could only whimper and nod. He heard the whisper of ripping foil, the slick sound of lube, and then Tim’s fingers were being replaced by something thicker and blunter and okay, fuck, that hurt. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breath through it.
“It’ll…help if you…bear down,” Tim gasped once the head of his cock was past the first ring of muscle, and Tony did as he suggested. It helped a little, but the stretch was still painful. Not unbearable, though, and he barely winced when Tim pushed in a little more. Tim’s hand creeping round to stroke his cock helped, and soon he felt his muscles relax around Tim enough for him to push in all the way. Tony’s eyes widened at the oddness of the feeling and tried to talk, but his voice seemed to have gone and all that came out was clicking noises.
He felt Tim moving backwards and braced himself for the first thrust; instead, Tim’s arm crept round his waist and pulled Tony back until he was sitting on Tim’s lap. “You all right?” Tim asked him, punctuating the question with a trail of kisses up from his shoulder to his ear.
“Fine,” he managed through gritted teeth, arousal warring with discomfort for dominance. “Just move, okay?”
Tim didn’t answer, but dragged Tony’s head round for a deep kiss. He was so lost in the feel of Tim’s lips on his that the first thrust came as a surprise, and he choked on a moan. Tim began thrusting shallowly, stroking Tony’s cock with the same rhythm, and Tony’s head fell back onto Tim’s shoulder as Tim managed to hit that spot inside him.
“Fuck, Tim,” he cried, hearing Tim’s answering moan in his ear. He felt Tim pushing him forward and went with it so he was on his hands and knees once again. He braced himself on his forearms as Tim leaned over him, kissing and nipping at the back of Tony’s neck as he continued to thrust.
“Feel good yet?” Tim huffed into his ear, and Tony nodded, bringing a hand up to wipe the sweat from his eyes. “Good,” Tim continued, “because I plan on making you feel even better.” Tim shifted a little, moving his hand back to Tony’s cock, and suddenly he was stroking Tony’s prostate on every thrust and Tony was seeing fireworks behind his eyelids and moaning and fuckTimjesuschrist coming. He lay boneless as Tim thrust into him one last time before going still and groaning out his own orgasm, cock pulsing inside Tony. They collapsed together on the bed, Tony only realizing too late that it’s always a good idea to fall over to the side and avoid the wet spot, because, gross.
“I’m going to pull out now, okay?” Tim said gently, and Tony nodded, wincing at the pain in his abused muscles as Tim did so. He tried to move, planning on getting up to wash, and discovered that actually, no, apart from being able to move onto his side, further movement wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Tim laughed, obviously realizing Tony’s predicament, and climbed over him to lay facing, leaning in to kiss him deeply. “So, um…” Tim began when he finally pulled away, blushing. Tony considered letting him suffer, but knew that it would be a level of cruelty that was beyond even him. Instead, he leaned forward and, cupping Tim’s face in his hand, kissed him gently.
“I think,” he said, trying to keep his expression serious, “that I might be a little bit gay.” Tim blinked, and burst out laughing. Tony grinned, waiting on Tim’s laughter to subside before he spoke again. “Hey, seriously. That was…fuck, Tim.” He laughed, but the movement made him wince.
“Hey, are you okay?” The worry in Tim’s voice made Tony smile, and he slid his hand down to Tim’s hip, pulling him closer.
“Okay? Jesus, Tim. I think I can tell you, in all honesty, that I have never been fucked like that before.”
“Tony.”
Tony relented. “I’m fine. I’m a little sore, but that’s to be expected, right? And since that was utterly fucking amazing, I think I can forgive you for the fact that I’m pretty sure I’m going to be feeling that for a week.”
“Really?” Tim’s face lit up, and Tony smirked.
“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head.” He looked down at himself and sighed. “Now, since I am currently unable to move, thanks to you, I think you should go and get a cloth so we can clean up and go to sleep.”
Tim huffed an indignant laugh, but got up anyway, bringing back a couple of damp cloths. They cleaned off quickly - Tony taking a moment to try and clean up the wet spot on the sheets - and Tim moved closer so that they were laying face to face, limbs wrapped around each other. Tony felt that he should be completely freaked out, or overwhelmed by the fact he had just been fucked by another guy. But right now he could feel his brain relaxing into sleep, could feel Tim’s breath against his neck deepening as he drifted off. He could freak out in the morning.
***
“Tony.”
“Hmmpharlm.”
“Tony.”
“Huhnnnn.”
“Tony!”
Tony jerked awake in panic, wincing at the pain that shot through his lower back. “What?” he asked grouchily, glaring blearily up at Tim.
“Your phone’s been ringing for the last ten minutes. I figured that it was important.”
“My phone? Why didn’t I hear it?”
“Um,” Tim flushed from his chest up to his ears, turning his skin a rosy red. Tony wanted to lick it. “You dropped your keys and phone on the floor pretty much as soon as we got in last night. I only heard it ‘cause I was up.” Tim handed the phone to Tony, who blinked and checked his missed calls. His stepmother, Jesus. What the hell could she possibly want, unless his father had been cheating and she decided to phone him and bitch. Fuck it.
“It’s totally not important.” He smirked up at Tim, who was watching him carefully, his expression blank. Tony raised an eyebrow. “Okay, what’s wrong?”
“You’re not freaking out,” Tim said slowly.
Tony shrugged. “Jeez, McGee, I only just woke up. I need at least forty five minutes and a cup of coffee before I can think about anything serious.” He tossed the phone onto the floor and dragged Tim down on top of him, grinning at Tim’s squeak. “And forty five minutes is a pretty long time, right?” he said slyly, one hand wandering down Tim’s back to his ass, where Tony started stroking Tim’s hole gently, grinning at the noises the move provoked. Seconds later, Tim pushed the lube and a foil packet into Tony’s hand, and for some time there was no conversation; only whispered words and soft curses and the slick noises of sex as Tim rode Tony like that first time.
After, as they lay with Tim draped over Tony, his face buried in Tony’s neck, Tim brought it up again.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, bringing a hand down to stroke at the abused area, much as Tony had done earlier, but for a different reason. Well, as far as Tony could make out.
Although his first impulse was to joke about it, deflecting the question, knowing McGee he would just keep asking until Tony broke. May as well get it over with. “It’s weird,” he confessed. I’ve never had anything go up there before… Well, except…” he blushed, thinking of the time he’d fingered himself while watching that porn and too embarrassed to tell Tim. But Tim had that look which meant if Tony didn’t tell him he’d bring it up at really awkward moments so, biting his lip, he muttered, “Except for that time I maybe wanted to see what it was like so I tried pushing a finger up there just to see. Maybe.” Tim’s eyes had widened and Tony figured that since he’d already started… “And this may have been when I was watching that gay porn I mentioned,” he finished, staring at the comforter in an attempt to avoid Tim’s eyes.
“You…seriously?” Tim’s voice shook, and Tony looked down at him sharply. Instead of smirking, Tim looked completely turned on. “Tony… Fuck, that’s hot.” Tim leaned in to kiss him and, although he knew that there was no chance of recovery this soon, his cock twitched valiantly anyway.
“You think so?” Tony asked, teasing, between kisses.
Tim hummed in agreement. “I think I’d like to see that some day.”
“Gay porn?” Tony asked, eyebrow raised.
Tim rolled his eyes. “No, Tony.” His voice went husky, and Tony bit his lip. “I want to see you fingering yourself, getting yourself ready for me. Opening yourself up so that I can just slide into you.” He bit gently at Tony’s lip, before shifting and moving off the bed. “But right now,” he continued, voice returned to normal, “we both need to shower.” Tony grinned and threw a pillow at him, which he ducked easily, laughing as he headed out towards the bathroom.
***
They spent the entire weekend in bed, getting up only for showers and food - except for a couple of hours on Sunday when they put on a movie and spent the whole time making out on the sofa. Sunday evening, though, Tony dragged himself out of his post-coital doze and pressed a kiss to Tim’s lips.
“I have to go,” he said quietly, hating that he couldn’t just stay.
“I know.” Tim’s expression was wistful, but understanding, and Tony nodded once before getting out of bed and pulling on his clothes. “Hey.” Tony looked back to where Tim was laying sprawled, head on his elbow as he watched Tony. “We good?” Tony knelt on the bed, leaning over and capturing Tim’s mouth in a deep kiss.
“Yeah, we’re good,” he said at length, and Tim smiled.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Bright and early as usual, Probie,” Tony laughed, pulling on his jacket and grabbing his phone from the bedside table. He leaned back over for one last kiss, which turned into ten last kisses, before finally pulling away. “Right, really going now,” he grinned, backing up out of the bedroom.
“Don’t forget your keys,” Tim called, and Tony picked them up from where they’d been haphazardly dropped on Friday night.
“Got ‘em,” he yelled back, and left before he could convince himself that staying would be a good idea.
***
“Not bad!”
“Well look at this one; you’re gonna love this guy.”
Tony’s ears pricked up as he came into the squad room and heard Ziva and Tim chatting while looking at Tim’s computer screen.
“Yeah, he would not be safe with me. I would eat him.”
“He’s so adorable! How could you say no to that face?” Tony couldn’t help the spark of jealousy which ignited in him, despite the fact he knew that there was no way Tim would have outed himself at work, and to Ziva, no less. But something wasn’t right.
“Please tell me you’re looking for a man for Ziva,” he bit out, trying to keep the bitterness from his voice.
“Not me,” Ziva replied, grinning, and Tony forced a fake smile on before he could start yelling.
“Oh. McGoo, is there something you want to tell me?” Like that you’ve outed yourself to your other co-workers and now you’re dumping me for some reason? he thought bitterly. It wasn’t like they’d really had a chance to spend time together since that last weekend; the occasional stolen kiss in random empty rooms, a quick grope when Tony dropped Tim off in the evenings - something which had become a regular occurrence. But they hadn’t talked about it being exclusive, and all right, so Tony had been feeling a little insecure about the whole thing, and… Yeah.
“Looking at animal rescue sites.” Tony felt the tightness in his chest dissipate at Tim’s declaration and bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from smiling.
“McGee is thinking about getting a puppy,” Ziva explained.
“A puppy’s a lot of work. You gotta feed it, walk it, train it.” Pay all the attention to it that you should be paying to me, he thought, but didn’t say anything out loud because he really didn’t want to sound that petty.
“Yeah, I’m not twelve, all right? I work hard.” His expression turned slightly devious. “I deserve someone who will jump up all excited when I get home, you know.”
“Lay on the couch, watch TV,” Tony added, joining in the game.
“Maybe lick my face a little bit.” And dammit, why did Tim need a puppy when Tony could do all those things? Maybe not the jumping up thing, but the laying on the sofa watching TV he could definitely do, and he’d already done the licking the face thing. Right from Tim’s jaw, over his mouth to his nose when Tony had been inside him on Sunday afternoon…
“Might be easier getting a girlfriend,” he managed, pushing those thoughts to one side, although he only said it because it was expected of him to say things like that.
He should have expected Tim’s response, but it still hit him kinda hard. “Which might even be easier with a puppy.” Tony met his gaze over Ziva’s head, trying to hide his hurt behind a mask of amazement that the probie had thought of such a thing, and an apology flashed in Tim’s eyes before he continued. “Even for you.”
“I’m not ready to start taking tips from you on this yet, Probie.” Now that he knew it was just teasing banter, Tony fell into it easily, looking at Tim with barely disguised want while Ziva was entranced by the puppies. Tim gave him a look loaded with meaning.
“Tony, I think it’s time you get back on that horse.” Tony wanted to tell him that he already had, that it was what he wanted with Tim, but couldn’t, not with Ziva there. Luckily she managed to break the tension by looking between Tony and Tim in surprise and asking,
“Are you getting a pony?”
“It’s an adage,” Tony said, the comment coming out sharper than he’d meant it to.
“I’m not familiar with that breed,” Ziva said, looking confused, and Tony struggled not to laugh.
“Well, they are quite rare.” Tony felt his lips twitch and fought it, trying to look as serious as possible. “Sort of a cross between a Pegasus and a unicorn.” Ziva looked at him in confusion for a moment, before glaring and backing off. Tony looked back at the screen. “So, who’s the favorite?”
“The pitbull,” Ziva sounded pretty pissed, but Tony knew that after over two years of working together she wasn’t going to kill him for it. Maybe.
“Yeah, that makes sense for you, actually,” he said, pretending to think about it. “Not really for McGee.” He laughed, smirking at Tim. “He’s more of a…spaniel kinda guy. Cocker, maybe?” He finished teasingly, putting just enough innuendo into the word ‘cocker’ to make the expression in Tim’s eyes heat up, even as he frowned, but Tony was paying more attention to Gibbs who had just walked up behind Tim and was now staring at the computer screen.
“What about an Australian Shepherd?” Tony’s mind started racing. What if Gibbs had picked up on the subtext? Although he was surprised that Gibbs was giving an opinion on what kind of puppy Tim should get, until the boss continued, “They’re workin’ dogs.” Tony, Tim and Ziva looked at each other uncomfortably. Then Tony’s phone rang, the tension broke, and it was another case to concentrate on and distract him from the problem of what the hell he was going to do about this bizarre jealous streak he’d developed over McGee.
***
When he arrived at the pier with Gibbs, his first sight was of Tim with a metal detector, looking absolutely adorable in giant headphones. Tony caught a dorky smile he could feel threatening before it made it to his face. God, what the hell was the Probie doing to him? He flicked one of Tim’s headphones, grinning inwardly at the scowl Tim shot him. Sometimes it was too easy. He had hoped that once he and Gibbs had arrived, he’d be sent on assignment with Tim, but once he had his report from Tim and Ziva, Gibbs announced that they’d be canvassing local places in the same teams to see if they could find anyone who recognized their photo of the victim. Trying not to show his disappointment, Tony left Tim down at the pier with his metal detector and followed Gibbs.
They stepped into a bar, where a blond with a hot little body was waitressing. He rolled his eyes, but knew it would look weird if he wasn’t, well, himself, so he turned to Gibbs.
“Maybe we should start with this waitress,” he suggested, flinching slightly at the look Gibbs shot him. But Gibbs sent him over anyway, and he smiled at the waitress as he began to question her, trying half heartedly to flirt information out of her. It felt weird, like he was cheating on Tim, which was totally ridiculous, right?
He got as much information out of her as he figured he was going to, and headed back towards Gibbs to report. His admiration of the brunette, however, wasn’t faked, but when he got outside and saw Tim and Ziva stalling her he forgot about her looks in the face of McGee doing his whole ‘I’m a tough agent’ thing, because that was extremely cute and more than a little bit sexy. Ziva grabbed the brunette’s hand, bringing him back to the case at hand, and was amazed when she turned out to be FBI, apparently working with the victim when he disappeared. Gibbs snapped that they were all going back to NCIS headquarters, and they headed towards the truck.
***
It was easier to not stare at Tim almost constantly when there was a case to concentrate on, Tony decided. The FBI chick would also be perfect cover for them; someone for Tony to flirt with in an obvious way so he could flirt with Tim subtly and unnoticed. They were discussing the case, and Tony had managed not to look at Tim for about half an hour, but then he had to make a movie reference.
“The Eraser,” he breathed, trying to keep his glee internalized.
“What movie’s that from?” Tim looked confused, and right at that moment Tony decided that their first free weekend, he was going to tie Tim to his sofa and make him watch classic movies.
“I don’t know, Flashdance?” he said scathingly, staring at Tim in disbelief. Tim smirked at him, and Tony felt a flare of heat in his stomach. He took a moment to pray to whoever might be out there that they solve the case soon so that he could tie Tim to his sofa and do unspeakable things to him. Screw the movies; they could watch them any time. He gave Tim a look filled with promises before turning his attention back to the discussion of the case.
***
Having managed to pull Tim aside quickly and explain his plan, Tony flirted with Special Agent Krieger (“Oh, call me Courtney!”) at every opportunity. He could tell Tim didn’t like it - which was more of a relief than he wanted to admit; at least it meant Tim cared enough to get a little jealous - but he never said anything. So Tony was more than surprised when it was Ziva who called him on it. They were arguing about Ziva’s attitude towards Courtney, and suddenly she was accusing him of liking the young FBI agent. Glad his plan to deflect attention from what was going on between he and Tim he played a little coy when Ziva accused him of wanting to sleep with Courtney. Her next words, however, brought him up short.
“Same old Tony,” she said, looking almost…disappointed in him. “I thought the new Tony wanted something more. A real relationship.”
Despite the fact that he knew he was over Jeanne, the allusion still stung. “I was pretending to be someone else,” he retorted, trying to keep his voice emotionless.
“Yeah, you could have fooled me,” Ziva muttered, looking him up and down. “I thought you had grown,” she continued before walking away.
“I’m not particularly interested in outgrowing sex.” He wasn’t sure what Ziva’s problem was, but he wasn’t just going to stand by while she gave him a dressing down for something that was none of her business.
Ziva turned on her heel, stalking back towards him. “Sure, it would be nice, Tony, but it would be meaningless! Empty. It would be wrong for you. She’s a pretty girl, but she’s just…a girl.” Tony’s heart stopped for a moment, and panic gripped him. She knows! a voice in his head supplied helpfully, but he kept his expression calm. He was glad a moment later, when Ziva went on, “The man you are becoming needs a woman.” She gave him a look filled with disdain. “At least I thought he did,” she finished, walking away.
Tony’s expression stayed smug, but his thoughts were far from calm. What did she mean by that? Did she know about his relationship with Tim? Had she guessed? Or did she just mean that she had thought he’d needed a woman until he’d started flirting with Courtney? Just then Fornell came up behind him, hissing something about emails, and Tony managed to pull himself together enough to join to team in the squad room.
***
After what felt like forever working on the case with barely time to sleep, let alone spend any private time with McGee, Tony felt like he was going crazy, and was glad of an excuse to lean in close to Tim under the pretense of looking at the computer screen. It was all up on the big screen, so really it was no excuse at all, but no-one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary as long as he kept pointing to stuff on the screen as though he was helping. Really, Tony was just using it as a cover to get even closer and breathe him in, which was ridiculously sappy and romantic sounding, but it was true. Maybe there had been something in what Ziva had said after all. Maybe it was time for him to have a real adult relationship. Tony used the hand resting on the chair behind Tim’s back to draw patterns on his spine, suppressing a grin as he watched McGee try not to squirm. Well, as adult as he got, anyway.
***
Maybe that undercover thing hadn’t been such a good idea after all, Tony mused as he hid out in the bathroom while Ziva interrogated the delivery boy. Hearing Tim call him ‘Sweet-cheeks’, even as a joke, had done funny, fluttery things to his chest. Not to mention the fact that his flirting seemed to have had dire consequences, and now Courtney thought that he liked her, and that she liked him. He knew that if it had been Tim in that restaurant he wouldn’t have taken the flirting so well, especially considering this newly-developed jealous streak. They may have had a short talk where Tony had promised that this wasn’t a random fling, but what if Tim had changed his mind, and decided that Tony was too much work?
He really needed to stop thinking, like, right now.
He took a few last deep breaths before steeling his resolve and going out to the squad room where Ziva and Courtney were sitting looking thoughtful. Although they were sitting opposite each other, they seemed to have bonded since Ziva’s rant about Courtney. Their impromptu brainstorming went alarmingly well, and Tony fought a pout. He felt useless, and Tony DiNozzo did not enjoy feeling useless, and was still pouting when the rest of the team returned with Fornell. When Gibbs told him he would be conducting the interview with him, though, he perked up considerably and followed Gibbs to the interrogation room.
***
By the time the case was over, all Tony wanted to do was sleep. They left MTAC after Kumal Kokani had been captured and he went straight to get his bag before walking to the elevator, ready to head home, nothing on his mind but his nice, soft, warm bed….
The elevator doors opened again and Tim slipped in, his expression curious. “You didn’t wait for me.”
Tony rubbed his eyes tiredly. “God, I’m sorry.” He leaned back against the wall of the elevator, wondering if it was in fact possible to sleep standing up.
“Pretty tired, hmm?” Tim’s voice came from just by his ear and Tony nodded, exhausted. “Do you know what day it is tomorrow?”
“Hmm, Tuesday?” Honestly, he had no idea, but Tuesday seemed as good a guess as any.
Tim laughed. “No, Tony, it’s Sunday tomorrow.” And just like that, Tony didn’t actually feel that tired any more. The elevator stopped and Tony walked briskly to the car, hearing Tim just behind him but not daring to look at him in case he molested him in the parking lot of NCIS. As much as that idea might seem fantastic right now, he knew that if it were caught on the security cameras it would be a whole other story.
The drive to Tim’s was silent; Tony too wound up to speak, although he knew that as soon as they got in the two of them needed to have a conversation about this whole thing between them. He pulled into the parking lot at Tim’s apartment block and glanced at Tim who shot him a smoldering look, and Tony’s mouth went dry. Maybe this talk could wait until after they were both naked.
They walked up to Tim’s apartment in comfortable silence, arms brushing with every step. The calm surrounding them lasted until Tim’s key was in the lock; the moment the door opened, Tony shoved Tim inside, grabbing the keys as he followed him. Tony closed the door behind him, then they moved towards each other and their mouths met and god, this was what Tony had been needing all day - all week, if he was honest. He was vaguely aware of Tim pushing at his jacket and dropped his arms from where they’d been wrapped around McGee, letting his jacket fall in a heap behind him.
The next few minutes passed in a blur of lips and hands and dropping clothes, and suddenly Tony found himself in Tim’s bedroom, pants and boxers around his ankles, with Tim similarly attired. They both laughed, sitting on the bed to strip properly, and then he was stretched out on the bed with Tim’s body covering his, and friction in all the right places.
“How do you want to do this?” Tim asked, leaning down to nibble on his neck.
“Ughn.” Wait, was McGee expecting him to think? Then Tim’s teeth scraped one of his nipples and he arched up, gasping. “Fuck, wait, stop.” Tim looked at him questioningly, and Tony grinned. “Can’t think when you’re doing that.”
Tim leaned in and kissed him hard; all teeth and bruising lips. “Can I fuck you?” he asked, and Tony bit his own lip as his cock pulsed.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, and Tim smirked. Tony felt Tim’s hand on his cock, stroking twice before withdrawing again. Tony whimpered a little, but Tim just gave him another quick kiss.
“Roll over,” Tim instructed, and Tony instantly did as he was told. He was a little disappointed that he wasn’t gonna get all that attention lavished on him again, but then he’d been following an extremely strict cleaning routine advised on a website he’d found to keep himself clean for this, so he figured with the amount of times his fingers had been up there he was probably more used to it than last time.
He felt Tim kissing down his spine and expected to hear the snap of the lube, but it never came. Instead, Tim started kneading his ass, before…
“Fuck!” he yelled, and heard Tim laugh behind him. Tim had spread his ass, and just like in that porno Tim licked a strip right from his balls to the top of his crack. Tony had barely recovered when Tim started working him in earnest; teeth nipping gently around his hole, tongue flicking and working its way inside. Tony knew he should be pulling away, telling Tim to stop, but it just felt so fucking good. Just like when he’d watched it, he was torn between disgust at the fact that Tim’s tongue was in his ass, and being harder than he’d ever been in his life before because Tim’s tongue was in his ass.
The next moment, however, arousal won out because there was no way Tony could be anywhere near disgusted when Tim was basically fucking his ass with his tongue. He found himself pushing back against Tim’s mouth, making noises he knew he’d be embarrassed about later. Right now, though, he was too busy letting his brain melt out of his ears to care about something so trivial because Tim was adding a finger beside his tongue, licking and slurping around it and….
Tony lost all ability for coherent thought at that point as Tim took his time opening him up. Fingers and tongue for what felt like hours until at long last he heard Tim preparing himself. He braced himself, expecting the first press of cock against tight muscle, but Tim’s hands were on his hips, encouraging him to roll onto his back. He did so, shooting a questioning look at Tim as he did so.
Tim leaned down and kissed him. “Let’s see if all those hours in the gym worked for you, Tony,” Tim said, smirking, and pulled Tony’s legs up.
Tony knew what Tim was doing; they’d fucked like this during their last weekend together, Tim on his back and legs almost around Tony’s shoulders, panting into each other’s mouths as Tony fucked him hard and slow. He raised his legs as high as they would go, pulling Tim’s head down for a kiss. He felt Tim’s cock pressing against his hole and bit gently at Tim’s mouth at the initial sting.
Tony wrapped his legs around Tim’s back, arching up as Tim thrust in gently, inch by inch, until Tony could feel Tim’s hipbones against his ass. He reached a hand up to sweep Tim’s hair out of his eyes as he felt his muscles adjusting to the strain. It wasn’t quite as painful as last time, but there was still enough pain that his erection had flagged quite a bit. He reached down to grasp his cock, but Tim quickly slapped his hand away, stroking Tony just the way he liked it. Thank god McGee was a fast learner.
The angle shifted slightly and suddenly Tim was rubbing against his prostate at every thrust and Tony was fighting his eyes rolling back in his head. Tim fucked him slow and deep for what felt like hours, until Tony felt as though they were bound together by sweat and spit. Tony’s voice was hoarse from the noises he made every time Tim hit that spot, and he needed to come so badly he thought he would pass out. But every time he came close, Tim would still, kissing him gently until the need had passed. Tony wondered how Tim knew exactly what buttons to push to drive him crazy, but then Tim’s lips were on his and all he could think was wet and god and yes.
As their kisses grew more frantic so did Tim’s thrusts. Tim began stroking his cock harder and faster, and Tony was almost there… Almost…there….
“Come for me, Tony,” Tim muttered against his lips, and that was it. Tony cried out as his head tilted back and his nails dug into the muscles in Tim’s shoulders, coming hard over Tim’s hand and their stomachs. His breath came in harsh pants as the aftershocks of his orgasm pulsed through him, Tim’s thrusts setting off white lights behind his eyes. He lifted his head and, looking Tim in the eye, wiped some of the come off his chest with a finger and sucked it into his mouth. Tim’s eyes went dark and he gasped, neck buried in Tony’s shoulder as he came.
They lay like that for a while, catching their breath, before Tim became too heavy and Tony had to push him off with a grunt. Tim laughed and pulled out - and it wasn’t just the sting that Tony didn’t enjoy; it was the empty feeling after being so amazingly full. He grumbled slightly, pulling McGee onto his chest after he had disposed of the condom, and pretending to ignore Tim’s laugh. After a few moments, however, he sighed, remembering that he had decided that he and Tim needed to have some kind of conversation about whatever it was between them. Maybe just a quick talk, he reflected, and then they could get back to the sweaty, naked, fun part.
“Hey.” He raised himself up on his elbow and poked Tim in the shoulder.
“What?”
“We need to talk.” And god, Tony felt like a total girl. But the sooner they got this figured out, the sooner he could go back to not being a jealous freak. “I just think we should figure out…I mean, we’re, uh, exclusive, right?”
Tim stared at him, eyebrow raised. “Well, I thought so.”
“And we’re like…” He could see Tim’s lips twitching, and that was just not fair when he was trying to have a serious conversation.
“Tony, why are we having this conversation? I was under the impression that neither of us were girls.” Tony scowled at Tim’s barely concealed grin.
“Okay, so it’s possible that I got really jealous when you were looking on that animal rescue website.”
Tim’s eyebrow almost disappeared under his hair. “You were jealous of a bunch of dogs?”
“No.”
Realization dawned on Tim’s face, but instead of bursting out laughing as Tony had expected, his expression turned serious. “You thought that I was, what, looking at alternatives?”
Tony shrugged. “I don’t know, Tim. I just know that in the last two weeks we’ve barely talked and then suddenly I get in and you’re talking to Ziva about some ‘him’ that she wants to eat all up. I just….”
“You really thought I’d do that?” There was a look of pure hurt on Tim’s face, and Tony hated that he’d put that there.
“No! Or, I don’t know, Tim. I just don’t know what to think, because I’ve never been in a relationship with another guy before and I don’t know how it works, okay?”
Tim’s expression turned understanding, and he moved so that his arm was over Tony’s side, stroking his back. “It pretty much works like a relationship with a girl, only there’s less sappy romantic stuff and more worry about who you can trust with knowing.” He leaned and kissed Tony gently. “If you don’t want to deal with that kind of hassle, I…I’ll understand, Tony.” Tim wasn’t meeting his eyes, and that just wasn’t good.
“Hey,” he said quietly, but Tim was still staring at the comforter. “Hey,” he said again, lifting Tim’s chin and forcing him to look up. “Yeah, it’s gonna be hard. I pretty much guessed that. But I don’t…Tim,” he said, smiling slightly, “I have fairly recently discovered that all long term relationships come with hassles and pitfalls and stuff you’d rather you didn’t have to deal with. But I want this with you, and I can’t say it any clearer than that. I just need to know that you want it too, because right now, I don’t even know what we are. I mean, are we boyfriends? Partners, lovers, what?”
“Any of them? All of them?” Tim’s mouth quirked into a smile. “Especially since I kinda want this too.”
Tony pretended to pout. “Only ‘kinda’, Probie? You wound me.” He sighed, moving to lie on his back, and Tim laughed and rolled so he was on top of Tony, straddling his hips.
“All right, I want it a lot,” Tim grinned, swiveling his hips so that his crotch rubbed against Tony’s. Tony groaned, laughing.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, Tim, but I’m not young enough to be up for another round yet.” Even as he spoke, though, he could feel his arousal building, and bit back a moan as Tim moved again. “So I get to call you my boyfriend?” he grinned, bringing his hands down to grasp Tim’s hips before sliding round to his ass.
Tim gasped, grinding down harder. “R-right now, Tony, I think you could pretty much call me anything you wanted.”
Tony smirked; Tim was already more than half hard, a flush spreading from his cheeks to his chest. He rolled them both over without warning so that he was on top, moving to kiss across Tim’s chest. He opened Tim up slowly, taking his time to nip, kiss and lick every square inch of skin on Tim’s torso. Withdrawing his fingers from Tim’s body, he rolled on a condom and spread more lube on himself.
“Hey, Tony.” Tony looked up, meeting Tim’s gaze. “So we’re gonna do this?”
Tony knew Tim wasn’t talking about just this, this moment, and he laced their fingers together as he pushed in to his lover’s body. “Yeah,” he leaned down to kiss Tim, just the softest brush of lips, before slowly pushing in to the hilt and reveling in the pleasure on Tim’s face. “I think we are.”
***
Going back to work after the weekend was even weirder this time. Last time, although he had been confused about what was happening between Tim and himself, nothing had been definite. They had just been colleagues who had spent the weekend having amazing sex, and then went about their job, occasionally making out in storage closets. Now….
Now they were ‘together’. Boyfriends, lovers, whatever you wanted to call it; they were official, which meant that Tony now had a right to look, and touch, whenever he wanted, while knowing all the time that he couldn’t. It was driving him crazy.
He glanced up and saw Tim bending down to tie his shoelace. He gulped and stared down at his desk, trying to stop himself from staring at Tim’s pants stretched tight around his ass, which would only lead to thoughts of being buried in that ass only fourteen hours before.
And now he was thinking about it. Fuck.
He concentrated on his computer screen, trying to calm his libido before he had to stand up to put away his notes, otherwise someone was gonna notice something. Ziva came over to give him grief about something, and he concentrated on their banter, trying to avoid glancing over towards Tim every five minutes
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Tony didn’t relax at work until well into the afternoon. That morning hadn’t been awkward as Tony had thought it would be; they had woken early, giving time for lazy kisses, which had progressed into Tim kissing his way down Tony’s chest and showing him again just how talented his mouth could be, pulling off just in time and jerking him off as he came. After dragging Tim up for further kisses he had snaked a hand down between them and stroked Tim’s cock slow and hard until he gasped and came all over Tony’s hand. They had showered separately, knowing that if they had showered together they would have been late for work, and had made it in with only two minutes to spare. Tony’s explanation of staying on Tim’s sofa the previous night wasn’t even questioned (a well deserved reputation as a womanizer was pretty handy in situations such as these) and the day went smoothly.
Gibbs was more attentive to McGee than usual, but since he always got like this now when one of them had been injured Tony didn’t think anything of it. He had worried that Ziva, with her ninja-Mossad-Spidey-senses, would be able to smell Tim on him or something, but the day passed almost without incident.
The only near miss they had was in the lab; Abby grabbed Tim’s shoulder, right over the bite-mark Tony had made only that morning, and Tim had winced. He managed to deflect questions, however, by telling everyone that he had banged it hard on a rock when he’d landed after being shot. Of course, that meant that Abby just dived on him and hugged him. Tony had a bizarre moment of jealousy where all he could think was “get your hands off him, not yours anymore, mine, mine, MINE” but he managed to play it cool, and laughed along with everyone else.
About an hour before he was planning to leave, Tim came over to his desk.
“Hey, Tony.”
Tony looked up at him warily. “Hey, Probie, what’s up?”
“Just wondering if you’d mind giving me a ride home again today? I’m feeling a lot better, but I really don’t think I’m up to taking the bus yet.” His words were perfectly innocent; if anyone in the office had heard them they wouldn’t have heard anything out of the ordinary. But Tim had a look in his eyes that Tony knew only too well, now. And since the next day was Saturday, unless they got called in they had the whole day to themselves. He swallowed.
When he spoke, however, he managed not to let on that anything was up. “Sure, Probie, I think I can manage that. Since you’re still so fragile, and all.”
“Screw you, Tony.” Tony could see his mouth twitching, and tried not to crack a smile himself.
“Am I gonna have to separate you two?” Gibbs’s voice came across loudly, and they both jumped.
“No, boss,” they chorused, and Tim went back to his desk, leaving Tony to wonder just exactly what they could do when they got to Tim’s that night.
***
They were no sooner in the door than McGee had him pressed up against it, kissing him like he was drowning. “God, Tony, wanted to do that all day,” he groaned, and Tony couldn’t help groaning back.
“I hear ya, Probie.” His hands slid down Tim’s back, cupping his ass and pulling him in closer. “Bedroom?”
Tim didn’t answer in words; he grabbed Tony’s hand and dragged him through the apartment and into his bedroom. “God, why aren’t you naked yet?” Tim breathed in his ear, and fuck.
“Never thought you’d be this aggressive, Probie,” he panted, trying to help unbutton his shirt. Tim blushed, suddenly self-conscious, and Tony realized his mistake. He pulled Tim back in for a bruising kiss in an attempt to make him stop thinking. “I like it,” he grinned, and that fire was back in Tim’s eyes.
“Good.” Tim grinned back. “Now how about we get these clothes off, huh?”
They stripped quickly, before lying facing each other on the bed. Tony took a deep breath, trying to work up the courage to ask for what he wanted. It had been on his mind all day and, while he knew that everything else he had done could be classed as some kind of experiment, this was crossing a line he could never go back from.
“Tim,” he said quietly, stilling the probie’s hands which had been stroking distractingly over his side and chest. “Tim, I want… I want you to fuck me.”
Tim’s eyes went wide, and although Tony could see the desire in them, he could also see the question there. “Tony, are you sure? Because you don’t have to feel like this is something you have to do to make it fair; it doesn’t work like that. I’m more than happy for you to fuck me.”
Tony shook his head. “No, it’s nothing like that. I just… I want to know how it feels.”
“You could practice, you know? There are toys; you can stretch yourself out slowly….”
Tony growled and pulled Tim closer. “I don’t want… Toys? Are you kidding me?” He sighed. “I want you to fuck me. And I can’t make it any clearer than that without turning into a teenage girl.”
Tim’s eyes darkened and he leaned in, kissing Tony breathless. “I’ll make it good for you,” he promised.
“I know,” Tony said, trying to keep the trepidation out of his voice.
“But we’re going to have to go slow. Gotta get you relaxed for me.” Tim’s eyes were serious now, and Tony nodded. “Call me a girl if you have to, but if I don’t get you relaxed it’s gonna hurt a lot.”
“And if I am relaxed?”
Tim bit his lip. “I’m not gonna lie to you, Tony, it’s still gonna hurt a little. But only for a little bit; I’ll get you through it, I swear.”
“All right.” Tony was amazed at how steady his voice sounded. Thinking that when Tim said ‘relaxed’ he meant that he would prep Tony for longer, he prepared to roll over on his stomach, and so was surprised when Tim pushed him gently onto his back. He looked up at Tim in surprise, but Tim smiled gently at him, leaning down and kissing him until he’d almost forgotten where it was leading. Tim had lowered his body on to Tony’s and was writhing gently on top of him as they kissed, and Tony couldn’t help but moan. He felt Tim smile against his lips, before trailing kisses down his jaw to his ear, biting at the lobe and making Tony yelp in surprise.
Then Tim’s mouth was back on his, slightly rougher than before, and Tony felt Tim’s hands running down his arms before bringing his hands up and pinning them above his head. Tony gasped; he had never imagined that he could ever enjoy being restrained, or that Tim would be the dominating type, but good god. He arched up, wanting more of Tim’s mouth, more friction, more everything, whimpering when Tim started kissing down his chest, taking his time, and ignoring Tony’s silent pleas for more. Then Tim’s mouth was on his nipple, wet and hot, teeth scraping; slowly licking and biting down towards his navel.
When Tim finally bent to suck his cock, he was so worked up he knew that he wouldn’t last. “Tim!” he gasped out, unable to say any more, but Tim seemed to understand and pulled off.
“Doing all right there, Tony?” Tim asked, his voice teasing.
“I’m good,” he croaked. “But if you don’t stop that I’m going to come.”
Tim climbed back up Tony’s body on his hands and knees, leaning down to give Tony a quick kiss. “Turn over,” he said quietly, and Tony did so, suddenly nervous. “You’re going to have to relax, you know. Tensing up like that isn’t going to help.”
Tony gave a brittle laugh. “Yeah, well, not really something I can control, McGee.”
There was a moment of silence, and Tony wondered if he’d said something wrong. But then Tim’s hands were massaging his neck muscles, easing the tension out of them, and little by little Tony felt himself relax. Tim’s hands moved lower, working out the knots in his back, and he sighed. He was vaguely aware of Tim leaning over him, before feeling kisses dropped across his shoulders and moving slowly down his back. He heard the squirt of lube and almost tensed up again, but Tim continued his kisses and massaging, and so when he felt fingers teasing at his hole he merely groaned and pushed back, trying to get some friction on his cock as he did so.
He heard a strangled noise from behind him, and looked over his shoulder to where McGee was kneeling to one side of him, staring at his flexing hips with a look on his face that Tony wanted to see a lot more. He pushed his ass up a little further, hoping Tim would get the message. Tim swallowed thickly, and Tony felt a finger start to press in a little. He forced himself to stay relaxed, remembering when he had done this to himself. This was…not better, exactly, but certainly easier. Spit, he decided, was no substitute for lube, no matter what they might do in gay porn. And okay, yeah, maybe he’d watched more than that one since then. For research, of course.
“You okay?” Tim’s voice was strained, and Tony couldn’t help but be smug, because he had made Tim sound like that.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he replied. He could feel his muscles relaxing around that one finger, and it felt… It just wasn’t enough. “You can use another finger, come on.”
“You sure?”
Tony drew himself up on his hands and knees, pushing his ass up and shooting a smoldering look over his shoulder. Tim’s eyes widened and his hand went down to tug his balls back, making Tony grin. “I’m sure,” he said needlessly, since Tim had already reached for the lube.
When Tim’s finger withdrew, he felt the loss immediately; although it hadn’t exactly been pleasant, it had been something, and to have the something taken away was not making him happy. It was only for a second, though; he felt something wider - two fingers - pressing inside of him and felt as though all the breath had gone out of his lungs. It didn’t hurt, not exactly, but he could feel his muscles stretching around the intrusion. When he felt Tim’s knuckles against his ass he let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding, and pushed back. Those fingers started to work in and out, and fuck, yeah, that was pretty okay. Then Tim shifted, and his fingers shifted onto something, and Tony nearly leaped off the bed.
“Jesus…Tim…what…?”
Tim leaned forward so that his mouth was next to Tony’s ear. “Feel good?” Tony nodded. “That was your prostate. It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you.” Tony could only pant, unable to speak. Better? Christ, he’d never survive. He felt Tim retreat back down his body again, and the fingers which had been fucking into him began to stretch him even further and okay, yeah, that was starting to hurt. But then Tim’s mouth was on his balls, distracting him from the discomfort long enough for his muscles to start relaxing again.
When Tim eventually added a third finger, the whole of Tony’s world seemed to have narrowed to the sensations in his ass, balls and cock. He was beyond coherent thought; the sting of the stretch offset by what Tim was doing with his mouth and by the occasional brush of fingers over his prostate. Finally, finally, when Tim leaned over and whispered in his ear, in a voice hoarse and shattered with strain, “I’m going to fuck you now, Tony, okay?” Tony could only whimper and nod. He heard the whisper of ripping foil, the slick sound of lube, and then Tim’s fingers were being replaced by something thicker and blunter and okay, fuck, that hurt. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breath through it.
“It’ll…help if you…bear down,” Tim gasped once the head of his cock was past the first ring of muscle, and Tony did as he suggested. It helped a little, but the stretch was still painful. Not unbearable, though, and he barely winced when Tim pushed in a little more. Tim’s hand creeping round to stroke his cock helped, and soon he felt his muscles relax around Tim enough for him to push in all the way. Tony’s eyes widened at the oddness of the feeling and tried to talk, but his voice seemed to have gone and all that came out was clicking noises.
He felt Tim moving backwards and braced himself for the first thrust; instead, Tim’s arm crept round his waist and pulled Tony back until he was sitting on Tim’s lap. “You all right?” Tim asked him, punctuating the question with a trail of kisses up from his shoulder to his ear.
“Fine,” he managed through gritted teeth, arousal warring with discomfort for dominance. “Just move, okay?”
Tim didn’t answer, but dragged Tony’s head round for a deep kiss. He was so lost in the feel of Tim’s lips on his that the first thrust came as a surprise, and he choked on a moan. Tim began thrusting shallowly, stroking Tony’s cock with the same rhythm, and Tony’s head fell back onto Tim’s shoulder as Tim managed to hit that spot inside him.
“Fuck, Tim,” he cried, hearing Tim’s answering moan in his ear. He felt Tim pushing him forward and went with it so he was on his hands and knees once again. He braced himself on his forearms as Tim leaned over him, kissing and nipping at the back of Tony’s neck as he continued to thrust.
“Feel good yet?” Tim huffed into his ear, and Tony nodded, bringing a hand up to wipe the sweat from his eyes. “Good,” Tim continued, “because I plan on making you feel even better.” Tim shifted a little, moving his hand back to Tony’s cock, and suddenly he was stroking Tony’s prostate on every thrust and Tony was seeing fireworks behind his eyelids and moaning and fuckTimjesuschrist coming. He lay boneless as Tim thrust into him one last time before going still and groaning out his own orgasm, cock pulsing inside Tony. They collapsed together on the bed, Tony only realizing too late that it’s always a good idea to fall over to the side and avoid the wet spot, because, gross.
“I’m going to pull out now, okay?” Tim said gently, and Tony nodded, wincing at the pain in his abused muscles as Tim did so. He tried to move, planning on getting up to wash, and discovered that actually, no, apart from being able to move onto his side, further movement wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Tim laughed, obviously realizing Tony’s predicament, and climbed over him to lay facing, leaning in to kiss him deeply. “So, um…” Tim began when he finally pulled away, blushing. Tony considered letting him suffer, but knew that it would be a level of cruelty that was beyond even him. Instead, he leaned forward and, cupping Tim’s face in his hand, kissed him gently.
“I think,” he said, trying to keep his expression serious, “that I might be a little bit gay.” Tim blinked, and burst out laughing. Tony grinned, waiting on Tim’s laughter to subside before he spoke again. “Hey, seriously. That was…fuck, Tim.” He laughed, but the movement made him wince.
“Hey, are you okay?” The worry in Tim’s voice made Tony smile, and he slid his hand down to Tim’s hip, pulling him closer.
“Okay? Jesus, Tim. I think I can tell you, in all honesty, that I have never been fucked like that before.”
“Tony.”
Tony relented. “I’m fine. I’m a little sore, but that’s to be expected, right? And since that was utterly fucking amazing, I think I can forgive you for the fact that I’m pretty sure I’m going to be feeling that for a week.”
“Really?” Tim’s face lit up, and Tony smirked.
“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head.” He looked down at himself and sighed. “Now, since I am currently unable to move, thanks to you, I think you should go and get a cloth so we can clean up and go to sleep.”
Tim huffed an indignant laugh, but got up anyway, bringing back a couple of damp cloths. They cleaned off quickly - Tony taking a moment to try and clean up the wet spot on the sheets - and Tim moved closer so that they were laying face to face, limbs wrapped around each other. Tony felt that he should be completely freaked out, or overwhelmed by the fact he had just been fucked by another guy. But right now he could feel his brain relaxing into sleep, could feel Tim’s breath against his neck deepening as he drifted off. He could freak out in the morning.
***
“Tony.”
“Hmmpharlm.”
“Tony.”
“Huhnnnn.”
“Tony!”
Tony jerked awake in panic, wincing at the pain that shot through his lower back. “What?” he asked grouchily, glaring blearily up at Tim.
“Your phone’s been ringing for the last ten minutes. I figured that it was important.”
“My phone? Why didn’t I hear it?”
“Um,” Tim flushed from his chest up to his ears, turning his skin a rosy red. Tony wanted to lick it. “You dropped your keys and phone on the floor pretty much as soon as we got in last night. I only heard it ‘cause I was up.” Tim handed the phone to Tony, who blinked and checked his missed calls. His stepmother, Jesus. What the hell could she possibly want, unless his father had been cheating and she decided to phone him and bitch. Fuck it.
“It’s totally not important.” He smirked up at Tim, who was watching him carefully, his expression blank. Tony raised an eyebrow. “Okay, what’s wrong?”
“You’re not freaking out,” Tim said slowly.
Tony shrugged. “Jeez, McGee, I only just woke up. I need at least forty five minutes and a cup of coffee before I can think about anything serious.” He tossed the phone onto the floor and dragged Tim down on top of him, grinning at Tim’s squeak. “And forty five minutes is a pretty long time, right?” he said slyly, one hand wandering down Tim’s back to his ass, where Tony started stroking Tim’s hole gently, grinning at the noises the move provoked. Seconds later, Tim pushed the lube and a foil packet into Tony’s hand, and for some time there was no conversation; only whispered words and soft curses and the slick noises of sex as Tim rode Tony like that first time.
After, as they lay with Tim draped over Tony, his face buried in Tony’s neck, Tim brought it up again.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, bringing a hand down to stroke at the abused area, much as Tony had done earlier, but for a different reason. Well, as far as Tony could make out.
Although his first impulse was to joke about it, deflecting the question, knowing McGee he would just keep asking until Tony broke. May as well get it over with. “It’s weird,” he confessed. I’ve never had anything go up there before… Well, except…” he blushed, thinking of the time he’d fingered himself while watching that porn and too embarrassed to tell Tim. But Tim had that look which meant if Tony didn’t tell him he’d bring it up at really awkward moments so, biting his lip, he muttered, “Except for that time I maybe wanted to see what it was like so I tried pushing a finger up there just to see. Maybe.” Tim’s eyes had widened and Tony figured that since he’d already started… “And this may have been when I was watching that gay porn I mentioned,” he finished, staring at the comforter in an attempt to avoid Tim’s eyes.
“You…seriously?” Tim’s voice shook, and Tony looked down at him sharply. Instead of smirking, Tim looked completely turned on. “Tony… Fuck, that’s hot.” Tim leaned in to kiss him and, although he knew that there was no chance of recovery this soon, his cock twitched valiantly anyway.
“You think so?” Tony asked, teasing, between kisses.
Tim hummed in agreement. “I think I’d like to see that some day.”
“Gay porn?” Tony asked, eyebrow raised.
Tim rolled his eyes. “No, Tony.” His voice went husky, and Tony bit his lip. “I want to see you fingering yourself, getting yourself ready for me. Opening yourself up so that I can just slide into you.” He bit gently at Tony’s lip, before shifting and moving off the bed. “But right now,” he continued, voice returned to normal, “we both need to shower.” Tony grinned and threw a pillow at him, which he ducked easily, laughing as he headed out towards the bathroom.
***
They spent the entire weekend in bed, getting up only for showers and food - except for a couple of hours on Sunday when they put on a movie and spent the whole time making out on the sofa. Sunday evening, though, Tony dragged himself out of his post-coital doze and pressed a kiss to Tim’s lips.
“I have to go,” he said quietly, hating that he couldn’t just stay.
“I know.” Tim’s expression was wistful, but understanding, and Tony nodded once before getting out of bed and pulling on his clothes. “Hey.” Tony looked back to where Tim was laying sprawled, head on his elbow as he watched Tony. “We good?” Tony knelt on the bed, leaning over and capturing Tim’s mouth in a deep kiss.
“Yeah, we’re good,” he said at length, and Tim smiled.
“See you tomorrow.”
“Bright and early as usual, Probie,” Tony laughed, pulling on his jacket and grabbing his phone from the bedside table. He leaned back over for one last kiss, which turned into ten last kisses, before finally pulling away. “Right, really going now,” he grinned, backing up out of the bedroom.
“Don’t forget your keys,” Tim called, and Tony picked them up from where they’d been haphazardly dropped on Friday night.
“Got ‘em,” he yelled back, and left before he could convince himself that staying would be a good idea.
***
“Not bad!”
“Well look at this one; you’re gonna love this guy.”
Tony’s ears pricked up as he came into the squad room and heard Ziva and Tim chatting while looking at Tim’s computer screen.
“Yeah, he would not be safe with me. I would eat him.”
“He’s so adorable! How could you say no to that face?” Tony couldn’t help the spark of jealousy which ignited in him, despite the fact he knew that there was no way Tim would have outed himself at work, and to Ziva, no less. But something wasn’t right.
“Please tell me you’re looking for a man for Ziva,” he bit out, trying to keep the bitterness from his voice.
“Not me,” Ziva replied, grinning, and Tony forced a fake smile on before he could start yelling.
“Oh. McGoo, is there something you want to tell me?” Like that you’ve outed yourself to your other co-workers and now you’re dumping me for some reason? he thought bitterly. It wasn’t like they’d really had a chance to spend time together since that last weekend; the occasional stolen kiss in random empty rooms, a quick grope when Tony dropped Tim off in the evenings - something which had become a regular occurrence. But they hadn’t talked about it being exclusive, and all right, so Tony had been feeling a little insecure about the whole thing, and… Yeah.
“Looking at animal rescue sites.” Tony felt the tightness in his chest dissipate at Tim’s declaration and bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from smiling.
“McGee is thinking about getting a puppy,” Ziva explained.
“A puppy’s a lot of work. You gotta feed it, walk it, train it.” Pay all the attention to it that you should be paying to me, he thought, but didn’t say anything out loud because he really didn’t want to sound that petty.
“Yeah, I’m not twelve, all right? I work hard.” His expression turned slightly devious. “I deserve someone who will jump up all excited when I get home, you know.”
“Lay on the couch, watch TV,” Tony added, joining in the game.
“Maybe lick my face a little bit.” And dammit, why did Tim need a puppy when Tony could do all those things? Maybe not the jumping up thing, but the laying on the sofa watching TV he could definitely do, and he’d already done the licking the face thing. Right from Tim’s jaw, over his mouth to his nose when Tony had been inside him on Sunday afternoon…
“Might be easier getting a girlfriend,” he managed, pushing those thoughts to one side, although he only said it because it was expected of him to say things like that.
He should have expected Tim’s response, but it still hit him kinda hard. “Which might even be easier with a puppy.” Tony met his gaze over Ziva’s head, trying to hide his hurt behind a mask of amazement that the probie had thought of such a thing, and an apology flashed in Tim’s eyes before he continued. “Even for you.”
“I’m not ready to start taking tips from you on this yet, Probie.” Now that he knew it was just teasing banter, Tony fell into it easily, looking at Tim with barely disguised want while Ziva was entranced by the puppies. Tim gave him a look loaded with meaning.
“Tony, I think it’s time you get back on that horse.” Tony wanted to tell him that he already had, that it was what he wanted with Tim, but couldn’t, not with Ziva there. Luckily she managed to break the tension by looking between Tony and Tim in surprise and asking,
“Are you getting a pony?”
“It’s an adage,” Tony said, the comment coming out sharper than he’d meant it to.
“I’m not familiar with that breed,” Ziva said, looking confused, and Tony struggled not to laugh.
“Well, they are quite rare.” Tony felt his lips twitch and fought it, trying to look as serious as possible. “Sort of a cross between a Pegasus and a unicorn.” Ziva looked at him in confusion for a moment, before glaring and backing off. Tony looked back at the screen. “So, who’s the favorite?”
“The pitbull,” Ziva sounded pretty pissed, but Tony knew that after over two years of working together she wasn’t going to kill him for it. Maybe.
“Yeah, that makes sense for you, actually,” he said, pretending to think about it. “Not really for McGee.” He laughed, smirking at Tim. “He’s more of a…spaniel kinda guy. Cocker, maybe?” He finished teasingly, putting just enough innuendo into the word ‘cocker’ to make the expression in Tim’s eyes heat up, even as he frowned, but Tony was paying more attention to Gibbs who had just walked up behind Tim and was now staring at the computer screen.
“What about an Australian Shepherd?” Tony’s mind started racing. What if Gibbs had picked up on the subtext? Although he was surprised that Gibbs was giving an opinion on what kind of puppy Tim should get, until the boss continued, “They’re workin’ dogs.” Tony, Tim and Ziva looked at each other uncomfortably. Then Tony’s phone rang, the tension broke, and it was another case to concentrate on and distract him from the problem of what the hell he was going to do about this bizarre jealous streak he’d developed over McGee.
***
When he arrived at the pier with Gibbs, his first sight was of Tim with a metal detector, looking absolutely adorable in giant headphones. Tony caught a dorky smile he could feel threatening before it made it to his face. God, what the hell was the Probie doing to him? He flicked one of Tim’s headphones, grinning inwardly at the scowl Tim shot him. Sometimes it was too easy. He had hoped that once he and Gibbs had arrived, he’d be sent on assignment with Tim, but once he had his report from Tim and Ziva, Gibbs announced that they’d be canvassing local places in the same teams to see if they could find anyone who recognized their photo of the victim. Trying not to show his disappointment, Tony left Tim down at the pier with his metal detector and followed Gibbs.
They stepped into a bar, where a blond with a hot little body was waitressing. He rolled his eyes, but knew it would look weird if he wasn’t, well, himself, so he turned to Gibbs.
“Maybe we should start with this waitress,” he suggested, flinching slightly at the look Gibbs shot him. But Gibbs sent him over anyway, and he smiled at the waitress as he began to question her, trying half heartedly to flirt information out of her. It felt weird, like he was cheating on Tim, which was totally ridiculous, right?
He got as much information out of her as he figured he was going to, and headed back towards Gibbs to report. His admiration of the brunette, however, wasn’t faked, but when he got outside and saw Tim and Ziva stalling her he forgot about her looks in the face of McGee doing his whole ‘I’m a tough agent’ thing, because that was extremely cute and more than a little bit sexy. Ziva grabbed the brunette’s hand, bringing him back to the case at hand, and was amazed when she turned out to be FBI, apparently working with the victim when he disappeared. Gibbs snapped that they were all going back to NCIS headquarters, and they headed towards the truck.
***
It was easier to not stare at Tim almost constantly when there was a case to concentrate on, Tony decided. The FBI chick would also be perfect cover for them; someone for Tony to flirt with in an obvious way so he could flirt with Tim subtly and unnoticed. They were discussing the case, and Tony had managed not to look at Tim for about half an hour, but then he had to make a movie reference.
“The Eraser,” he breathed, trying to keep his glee internalized.
“What movie’s that from?” Tim looked confused, and right at that moment Tony decided that their first free weekend, he was going to tie Tim to his sofa and make him watch classic movies.
“I don’t know, Flashdance?” he said scathingly, staring at Tim in disbelief. Tim smirked at him, and Tony felt a flare of heat in his stomach. He took a moment to pray to whoever might be out there that they solve the case soon so that he could tie Tim to his sofa and do unspeakable things to him. Screw the movies; they could watch them any time. He gave Tim a look filled with promises before turning his attention back to the discussion of the case.
***
Having managed to pull Tim aside quickly and explain his plan, Tony flirted with Special Agent Krieger (“Oh, call me Courtney!”) at every opportunity. He could tell Tim didn’t like it - which was more of a relief than he wanted to admit; at least it meant Tim cared enough to get a little jealous - but he never said anything. So Tony was more than surprised when it was Ziva who called him on it. They were arguing about Ziva’s attitude towards Courtney, and suddenly she was accusing him of liking the young FBI agent. Glad his plan to deflect attention from what was going on between he and Tim he played a little coy when Ziva accused him of wanting to sleep with Courtney. Her next words, however, brought him up short.
“Same old Tony,” she said, looking almost…disappointed in him. “I thought the new Tony wanted something more. A real relationship.”
Despite the fact that he knew he was over Jeanne, the allusion still stung. “I was pretending to be someone else,” he retorted, trying to keep his voice emotionless.
“Yeah, you could have fooled me,” Ziva muttered, looking him up and down. “I thought you had grown,” she continued before walking away.
“I’m not particularly interested in outgrowing sex.” He wasn’t sure what Ziva’s problem was, but he wasn’t just going to stand by while she gave him a dressing down for something that was none of her business.
Ziva turned on her heel, stalking back towards him. “Sure, it would be nice, Tony, but it would be meaningless! Empty. It would be wrong for you. She’s a pretty girl, but she’s just…a girl.” Tony’s heart stopped for a moment, and panic gripped him. She knows! a voice in his head supplied helpfully, but he kept his expression calm. He was glad a moment later, when Ziva went on, “The man you are becoming needs a woman.” She gave him a look filled with disdain. “At least I thought he did,” she finished, walking away.
Tony’s expression stayed smug, but his thoughts were far from calm. What did she mean by that? Did she know about his relationship with Tim? Had she guessed? Or did she just mean that she had thought he’d needed a woman until he’d started flirting with Courtney? Just then Fornell came up behind him, hissing something about emails, and Tony managed to pull himself together enough to join to team in the squad room.
***
After what felt like forever working on the case with barely time to sleep, let alone spend any private time with McGee, Tony felt like he was going crazy, and was glad of an excuse to lean in close to Tim under the pretense of looking at the computer screen. It was all up on the big screen, so really it was no excuse at all, but no-one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary as long as he kept pointing to stuff on the screen as though he was helping. Really, Tony was just using it as a cover to get even closer and breathe him in, which was ridiculously sappy and romantic sounding, but it was true. Maybe there had been something in what Ziva had said after all. Maybe it was time for him to have a real adult relationship. Tony used the hand resting on the chair behind Tim’s back to draw patterns on his spine, suppressing a grin as he watched McGee try not to squirm. Well, as adult as he got, anyway.
***
Maybe that undercover thing hadn’t been such a good idea after all, Tony mused as he hid out in the bathroom while Ziva interrogated the delivery boy. Hearing Tim call him ‘Sweet-cheeks’, even as a joke, had done funny, fluttery things to his chest. Not to mention the fact that his flirting seemed to have had dire consequences, and now Courtney thought that he liked her, and that she liked him. He knew that if it had been Tim in that restaurant he wouldn’t have taken the flirting so well, especially considering this newly-developed jealous streak. They may have had a short talk where Tony had promised that this wasn’t a random fling, but what if Tim had changed his mind, and decided that Tony was too much work?
He really needed to stop thinking, like, right now.
He took a few last deep breaths before steeling his resolve and going out to the squad room where Ziva and Courtney were sitting looking thoughtful. Although they were sitting opposite each other, they seemed to have bonded since Ziva’s rant about Courtney. Their impromptu brainstorming went alarmingly well, and Tony fought a pout. He felt useless, and Tony DiNozzo did not enjoy feeling useless, and was still pouting when the rest of the team returned with Fornell. When Gibbs told him he would be conducting the interview with him, though, he perked up considerably and followed Gibbs to the interrogation room.
***
By the time the case was over, all Tony wanted to do was sleep. They left MTAC after Kumal Kokani had been captured and he went straight to get his bag before walking to the elevator, ready to head home, nothing on his mind but his nice, soft, warm bed….
The elevator doors opened again and Tim slipped in, his expression curious. “You didn’t wait for me.”
Tony rubbed his eyes tiredly. “God, I’m sorry.” He leaned back against the wall of the elevator, wondering if it was in fact possible to sleep standing up.
“Pretty tired, hmm?” Tim’s voice came from just by his ear and Tony nodded, exhausted. “Do you know what day it is tomorrow?”
“Hmm, Tuesday?” Honestly, he had no idea, but Tuesday seemed as good a guess as any.
Tim laughed. “No, Tony, it’s Sunday tomorrow.” And just like that, Tony didn’t actually feel that tired any more. The elevator stopped and Tony walked briskly to the car, hearing Tim just behind him but not daring to look at him in case he molested him in the parking lot of NCIS. As much as that idea might seem fantastic right now, he knew that if it were caught on the security cameras it would be a whole other story.
The drive to Tim’s was silent; Tony too wound up to speak, although he knew that as soon as they got in the two of them needed to have a conversation about this whole thing between them. He pulled into the parking lot at Tim’s apartment block and glanced at Tim who shot him a smoldering look, and Tony’s mouth went dry. Maybe this talk could wait until after they were both naked.
They walked up to Tim’s apartment in comfortable silence, arms brushing with every step. The calm surrounding them lasted until Tim’s key was in the lock; the moment the door opened, Tony shoved Tim inside, grabbing the keys as he followed him. Tony closed the door behind him, then they moved towards each other and their mouths met and god, this was what Tony had been needing all day - all week, if he was honest. He was vaguely aware of Tim pushing at his jacket and dropped his arms from where they’d been wrapped around McGee, letting his jacket fall in a heap behind him.
The next few minutes passed in a blur of lips and hands and dropping clothes, and suddenly Tony found himself in Tim’s bedroom, pants and boxers around his ankles, with Tim similarly attired. They both laughed, sitting on the bed to strip properly, and then he was stretched out on the bed with Tim’s body covering his, and friction in all the right places.
“How do you want to do this?” Tim asked, leaning down to nibble on his neck.
“Ughn.” Wait, was McGee expecting him to think? Then Tim’s teeth scraped one of his nipples and he arched up, gasping. “Fuck, wait, stop.” Tim looked at him questioningly, and Tony grinned. “Can’t think when you’re doing that.”
Tim leaned in and kissed him hard; all teeth and bruising lips. “Can I fuck you?” he asked, and Tony bit his own lip as his cock pulsed.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, and Tim smirked. Tony felt Tim’s hand on his cock, stroking twice before withdrawing again. Tony whimpered a little, but Tim just gave him another quick kiss.
“Roll over,” Tim instructed, and Tony instantly did as he was told. He was a little disappointed that he wasn’t gonna get all that attention lavished on him again, but then he’d been following an extremely strict cleaning routine advised on a website he’d found to keep himself clean for this, so he figured with the amount of times his fingers had been up there he was probably more used to it than last time.
He felt Tim kissing down his spine and expected to hear the snap of the lube, but it never came. Instead, Tim started kneading his ass, before…
“Fuck!” he yelled, and heard Tim laugh behind him. Tim had spread his ass, and just like in that porno Tim licked a strip right from his balls to the top of his crack. Tony had barely recovered when Tim started working him in earnest; teeth nipping gently around his hole, tongue flicking and working its way inside. Tony knew he should be pulling away, telling Tim to stop, but it just felt so fucking good. Just like when he’d watched it, he was torn between disgust at the fact that Tim’s tongue was in his ass, and being harder than he’d ever been in his life before because Tim’s tongue was in his ass.
The next moment, however, arousal won out because there was no way Tony could be anywhere near disgusted when Tim was basically fucking his ass with his tongue. He found himself pushing back against Tim’s mouth, making noises he knew he’d be embarrassed about later. Right now, though, he was too busy letting his brain melt out of his ears to care about something so trivial because Tim was adding a finger beside his tongue, licking and slurping around it and….
Tony lost all ability for coherent thought at that point as Tim took his time opening him up. Fingers and tongue for what felt like hours until at long last he heard Tim preparing himself. He braced himself, expecting the first press of cock against tight muscle, but Tim’s hands were on his hips, encouraging him to roll onto his back. He did so, shooting a questioning look at Tim as he did so.
Tim leaned down and kissed him. “Let’s see if all those hours in the gym worked for you, Tony,” Tim said, smirking, and pulled Tony’s legs up.
Tony knew what Tim was doing; they’d fucked like this during their last weekend together, Tim on his back and legs almost around Tony’s shoulders, panting into each other’s mouths as Tony fucked him hard and slow. He raised his legs as high as they would go, pulling Tim’s head down for a kiss. He felt Tim’s cock pressing against his hole and bit gently at Tim’s mouth at the initial sting.
Tony wrapped his legs around Tim’s back, arching up as Tim thrust in gently, inch by inch, until Tony could feel Tim’s hipbones against his ass. He reached a hand up to sweep Tim’s hair out of his eyes as he felt his muscles adjusting to the strain. It wasn’t quite as painful as last time, but there was still enough pain that his erection had flagged quite a bit. He reached down to grasp his cock, but Tim quickly slapped his hand away, stroking Tony just the way he liked it. Thank god McGee was a fast learner.
The angle shifted slightly and suddenly Tim was rubbing against his prostate at every thrust and Tony was fighting his eyes rolling back in his head. Tim fucked him slow and deep for what felt like hours, until Tony felt as though they were bound together by sweat and spit. Tony’s voice was hoarse from the noises he made every time Tim hit that spot, and he needed to come so badly he thought he would pass out. But every time he came close, Tim would still, kissing him gently until the need had passed. Tony wondered how Tim knew exactly what buttons to push to drive him crazy, but then Tim’s lips were on his and all he could think was wet and god and yes.
As their kisses grew more frantic so did Tim’s thrusts. Tim began stroking his cock harder and faster, and Tony was almost there… Almost…there….
“Come for me, Tony,” Tim muttered against his lips, and that was it. Tony cried out as his head tilted back and his nails dug into the muscles in Tim’s shoulders, coming hard over Tim’s hand and their stomachs. His breath came in harsh pants as the aftershocks of his orgasm pulsed through him, Tim’s thrusts setting off white lights behind his eyes. He lifted his head and, looking Tim in the eye, wiped some of the come off his chest with a finger and sucked it into his mouth. Tim’s eyes went dark and he gasped, neck buried in Tony’s shoulder as he came.
They lay like that for a while, catching their breath, before Tim became too heavy and Tony had to push him off with a grunt. Tim laughed and pulled out - and it wasn’t just the sting that Tony didn’t enjoy; it was the empty feeling after being so amazingly full. He grumbled slightly, pulling McGee onto his chest after he had disposed of the condom, and pretending to ignore Tim’s laugh. After a few moments, however, he sighed, remembering that he had decided that he and Tim needed to have some kind of conversation about whatever it was between them. Maybe just a quick talk, he reflected, and then they could get back to the sweaty, naked, fun part.
“Hey.” He raised himself up on his elbow and poked Tim in the shoulder.
“What?”
“We need to talk.” And god, Tony felt like a total girl. But the sooner they got this figured out, the sooner he could go back to not being a jealous freak. “I just think we should figure out…I mean, we’re, uh, exclusive, right?”
Tim stared at him, eyebrow raised. “Well, I thought so.”
“And we’re like…” He could see Tim’s lips twitching, and that was just not fair when he was trying to have a serious conversation.
“Tony, why are we having this conversation? I was under the impression that neither of us were girls.” Tony scowled at Tim’s barely concealed grin.
“Okay, so it’s possible that I got really jealous when you were looking on that animal rescue website.”
Tim’s eyebrow almost disappeared under his hair. “You were jealous of a bunch of dogs?”
“No.”
Realization dawned on Tim’s face, but instead of bursting out laughing as Tony had expected, his expression turned serious. “You thought that I was, what, looking at alternatives?”
Tony shrugged. “I don’t know, Tim. I just know that in the last two weeks we’ve barely talked and then suddenly I get in and you’re talking to Ziva about some ‘him’ that she wants to eat all up. I just….”
“You really thought I’d do that?” There was a look of pure hurt on Tim’s face, and Tony hated that he’d put that there.
“No! Or, I don’t know, Tim. I just don’t know what to think, because I’ve never been in a relationship with another guy before and I don’t know how it works, okay?”
Tim’s expression turned understanding, and he moved so that his arm was over Tony’s side, stroking his back. “It pretty much works like a relationship with a girl, only there’s less sappy romantic stuff and more worry about who you can trust with knowing.” He leaned and kissed Tony gently. “If you don’t want to deal with that kind of hassle, I…I’ll understand, Tony.” Tim wasn’t meeting his eyes, and that just wasn’t good.
“Hey,” he said quietly, but Tim was still staring at the comforter. “Hey,” he said again, lifting Tim’s chin and forcing him to look up. “Yeah, it’s gonna be hard. I pretty much guessed that. But I don’t…Tim,” he said, smiling slightly, “I have fairly recently discovered that all long term relationships come with hassles and pitfalls and stuff you’d rather you didn’t have to deal with. But I want this with you, and I can’t say it any clearer than that. I just need to know that you want it too, because right now, I don’t even know what we are. I mean, are we boyfriends? Partners, lovers, what?”
“Any of them? All of them?” Tim’s mouth quirked into a smile. “Especially since I kinda want this too.”
Tony pretended to pout. “Only ‘kinda’, Probie? You wound me.” He sighed, moving to lie on his back, and Tim laughed and rolled so he was on top of Tony, straddling his hips.
“All right, I want it a lot,” Tim grinned, swiveling his hips so that his crotch rubbed against Tony’s. Tony groaned, laughing.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, Tim, but I’m not young enough to be up for another round yet.” Even as he spoke, though, he could feel his arousal building, and bit back a moan as Tim moved again. “So I get to call you my boyfriend?” he grinned, bringing his hands down to grasp Tim’s hips before sliding round to his ass.
Tim gasped, grinding down harder. “R-right now, Tony, I think you could pretty much call me anything you wanted.”
Tony smirked; Tim was already more than half hard, a flush spreading from his cheeks to his chest. He rolled them both over without warning so that he was on top, moving to kiss across Tim’s chest. He opened Tim up slowly, taking his time to nip, kiss and lick every square inch of skin on Tim’s torso. Withdrawing his fingers from Tim’s body, he rolled on a condom and spread more lube on himself.
“Hey, Tony.” Tony looked up, meeting Tim’s gaze. “So we’re gonna do this?”
Tony knew Tim wasn’t talking about just this, this moment, and he laced their fingers together as he pushed in to his lover’s body. “Yeah,” he leaned down to kiss Tim, just the softest brush of lips, before slowly pushing in to the hilt and reveling in the pleasure on Tim’s face. “I think we are.”
***
Going back to work after the weekend was even weirder this time. Last time, although he had been confused about what was happening between Tim and himself, nothing had been definite. They had just been colleagues who had spent the weekend having amazing sex, and then went about their job, occasionally making out in storage closets. Now….
Now they were ‘together’. Boyfriends, lovers, whatever you wanted to call it; they were official, which meant that Tony now had a right to look, and touch, whenever he wanted, while knowing all the time that he couldn’t. It was driving him crazy.
He glanced up and saw Tim bending down to tie his shoelace. He gulped and stared down at his desk, trying to stop himself from staring at Tim’s pants stretched tight around his ass, which would only lead to thoughts of being buried in that ass only fourteen hours before.
And now he was thinking about it. Fuck.
He concentrated on his computer screen, trying to calm his libido before he had to stand up to put away his notes, otherwise someone was gonna notice something. Ziva came over to give him grief about something, and he concentrated on their banter, trying to avoid glancing over towards Tim every five minutes
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