fic- "You're My Probie" NCIS, Complete, Part 3
Title: You're My Probie
Author: CJ aka
writinginct &
smackalalala
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: DiNozzo/McGee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Categories: First Time, Humor, bordering on Crack!fic
Disclaimer: I don't own the recognizable characters; I'm just inspired by them. Hopefully they've had fun playing in my sandbox.
Summary: Tony's always had nicknames for McGee. What's so different about this one?
Status: Complete 1/27/08 Length: 14,500 words
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Tony awoke to something tickling his nose gently. Not really wanting to wake all the way up as he was warm and comfortable, he kept his eyes closed and tried twitching his nose to get rid of the tickle. The faint hint of shampoo and cologne was wafted to his nose by the same breeze that was blowing Timothy's hair towards him and tickling his nose. Not thinking, he reached up and gently smoothed down the hair and nestled in closer to Timothy, enjoying the weight and feel of him lying back against his chest.
A moment later the breeze was back, along with the tickle, and Tony begrudgingly opened his eyes. What he saw made him blink twice then squeeze his eyes shut tightly for a moment, willing the hallucination to go away. When he opened them again to still see the sun gently peeking over horizon, bathing the ocean and sand stretched out before them in the pale morning light, his voice jumped three octaves into the panic zone. "Timothy, wake up. You really need to wake up, Probie."
McGee snuggled into Tony a bit, mumbling something that sounded like, "Go away, Mom," and Tony shook him again, causing him to crack open an eyelid and glare. "What?"
Tony pointed to the blazing sun, and McGee turned over, eyes adjusting to the new environment. He became panicked himself as he turned back to Tony. "What the..."
"The hell if I know. Weren't we just in the car?" Tony shook his head, trying to dislodge the hallucination before him.
McGee yawned, trying to make sense of the situation. "Yeah..." He continued to browse the island, and stood, offering a hand to Tony, who took it and hopped to his feet, albeit slowly. McGee gave him a sympathetic look. "Well, looks like not everything is all fine and dandy - your knee's still out."
"It's better but still sore." Tony tested it, putting some weight on it gingerly. He looked around, trying to sort out why exactly they were suddenly in the middle of paradise, when a dark thought hit him. "Oh god, you don't think we're dead, do you?"
McGee's eyes widened. "Dead? As in, dead. As in, not alive." He paused. "We can't be. I don't remember... dying."
Tony flailed his arms around helplessly. "Then how do you explain all this, Timothy?" He started hobbling down the beach to check for signs of other people, when he spotted something nestled out of sun protected by palm trees - a little beach hut. He gestured for McGee to follow him and he headed for it.
McGee jogged slowly behind the limping Tony, squinting at the shack. They reached it and entered cautiously, as if expecting God or Satan to pop out and confirm their suspicion that, yes, they were indeed dead.
No spirits exited when they entered, but McGee did find a sign that something was amiss. He wandered over to the far side of the hut and picked something up. "How did these get here?"
Tony simply stared at the backpack in McGee's hand - his backpack.
Tony stood riveted to the spot, just staring at the backpack. It took a moment for him to focus his attention a little further back to the bed on which the backpacks were sitting. His eyes grew huge as he took in the large expanse of mattress. His voice was full of awe and an enormous smile crossed his face as he stepped forward and ran a hand over the foot of the bed. "I just knew they had to make a king-sized Ferrari bed. Ha!"
McGee rolled his eyes and set the backpack down. "Can we focus, Tony? We're stuck on some desert island, with our backpacks, and now there's this weird car bed in this convenient little shanty. Something about this whole thing just doesn't add up to me."
Tony was already in motion, however, and flopped in the middle of the bed, looking up at Timothy with puppy dog eyes as he stroked the sheets lovingly. "It's a Ferrari bed with twelve hundred count sheets. If there's lube in that nightstand over there, about a dozen of my favorite sexual fantasies are about to come true, Timothy."
At McGee's answering glare of exasperation, Tony sighed. "You're right. I know you're right. But I'm trying really, really hard not to freak out. So what do we do now? Any ideas?"
McGee tried really hard to think of something, a reason for this, a way they could get off the island, but nothing came to him. He sighed, then looked over at Tony. Damn. He really wanted him.
He bit his lip and spoke. "Well, you did say those were the conditions for our first time..."
Tony blinked and gulped hard. It was one thing to tease and let his mouth run over but it was entirely different to see that hungry look on Timothy's face. The one that said that someone was getting nailed to the mattress and somehow Tony didn't think that it was going to be Timothy. He looked down at the sheet a little sheepishly, plucking at it unconsciously. "Um, you know, we, ah, never really finished that whole probie, prober conversation earlier." He looked up cautiously.
McGee smirked at Tony. Time to get a little, let's say, out of character, he thought. He slowly progressed towards Tony, causing him to slink further back on the bed. His smirk grew bigger.
"Why talk about it when we can just act?" he asked, a hint of alpha male creeping into his words. "Or are you scared?"
"Well, I wouldn't say "scared" exactly, Timothy, but maybe, you know, excited, maybe a little nervous." At Timothy's disbelieving raised eyebrow he admitted, "Or maybe just petrified. There honestly aren't a whole lot of things I haven't tried in bed, but this," he gulped, "is top of the list. You're not nervous?"
McGee shrugged. Yeah, he was nervous - just as petrified as Tony - but he wasn't about to let him see that. He wanted to be the one in control of everything for once. Usually that was Tony's job. So he played the part of calm and collected and said . . .
"Absolutely, positively, ready to piss my pants scared to death."
The smile that crossed Tony's face was brighter than the lights of Las Vegas and McGee could visibly see the tension leave Tony's body. With a suggestive wag of his eyebrows, Tony teased, "Well, now that we've got that out of the way, you gonna stand there all day, Timothy, or are you going to come over here and kiss me?"
McGee closed his eyes and sighed, smiling. "Yeah. I think I can do that part just fine."
He closed the distance between himself and Tony, kneeling gently on the bed and leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. Tony snaked a arm around his shoulders, and soon McGee felt himself being drawn down into his partner, their bodies grinding together, and he knew if he wasn't careful, he'd explode right in his pants. That was completely out of the question.
He pulled away from Tony briefly. "I'm ready, Tony." The next words that popped into his mind sounded so incredibly bad, like something from one of those cheesy action flicks Tony liked to watch, but it was so damn appropriate.
"Make me a man."
Tony pulled back and looked at McGee in mock horror, then snorted and burst out laughing, "You did not just say that, Timothy." The instigator lying on top of him just threw him a little lopsided grin that made Tony chuckle even more. "Okay wise-guy, we've got way too many clothes on for this."
McGee took that as his cue to unzip his jeans and peel them off, then remove his shirt. He looked up from his actions to find Tony had done the same, and his breath caught. They were going to do this.
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Tony couldn't believe that he was actually here naked, in a room with Timothy and a bed. He needed to ground himself somehow and reached out tentatively to place his hand on the chest of the man standing alongside the bed. With an intensity he normally reserved for picking out minute pieces of evidence at a crime scene, he traced his hand down Timothy's chest, mapping the feel of it and committing it to memory. Wanting to be closer, he knelt up and placed a feathery kiss on Timothy's chest, right over his heart. A heart that Tony could feel beating a mile a minute. He smiled at the thought that he was causing it to beat so fast. He planted a trail of soft kisses down Timothy's chest until his mouth was a hair's breadth away from Timothy's trembling erection. He let out a breath, letting the warm air wash over it a second before his tongue swirled experimentally around the tip. It wasn't so bad, he thought. He knew what he liked to receive orally and figured it would be a good place to start. But just as his hand closed around that trembling heat and he was bringing his mouth closer, Timothy groaned and Tony's head snapped up to see what he was doing wrong.
McGee looked down at Tony, noticing that he had stopped whatever lovely work he was doing on his cock, and saw the look of worry on his face. He stroked his hair reassuringly, cooing, "You're not doing anything wrong, Tony. Please don't stop."
Tony smirked and teased, "Where was I? Oh, yeah, down here somewhere..." His grip around Timothy's straining erection tightened and elicited another groan from the man trying to keep standing on weak knees. Tony licked his lips nervously before closing them gently around the head of the beautiful cock in front of him. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on what he was doing, but Timothy's hands in his hair and his own painfully hard cock were making it almost impossible.
McGee simply kept kneading Tony's head, trying to hold off on his impending orgasm - the last thing he needed to do was embarrass himself in front of Tony by way of premature ejaculation. He'd never live that one down. And as much as he was enjoying Tony's oral stimulation, he knew he wanted to get his own hands on Tony, show him just how he felt.
He reluctantly withdrew his hands from Tony's hair, causing Tony's mouth to pop off his cock. He let out a tiny noise of regret, but announced, "You shouldn't be doing all the work, Tony. Besides, I don't think I can stand up much longer."
Tony reluctantly and slowly pulled his mouth off Timothy and flashed a wicked grin up at him. "I'm making you weak in the knees?"
McGee rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Just get on the bed, Tony, and I'll show you how to make someone weak in the knees."
Tony placed a last feathery light kiss on the tip of Timothy's cock and stood to pull Timothy in for a deep kiss; when they broke the kiss he flopped back on the bed, sprawling spread eagle, and teased, "I'm all yours, Probie."
McGee stood back and surveyed the body in front of him, gently stroking his own cock as he stared at Tony and his erect cock... But this wasn't a fantasy. He could actually have Tony, and he wasn't about to waste any time. He knelt on the bed and crawled in-between Tony's legs, feeling the heat emanating off his body as he reached Tony's crotch and took that beautiful piece of meat into his mouth.
The moment that hot, wet mouth closed around him, Tony told himself if he died right then, he'd be a happy man. His hand reached down to gently stroke Timothy's hair. And then it really hit him, it was Timothy with his lips wrapped around his cock. It was Timothy that was gently cupping and tugging on his balls. And it was Timothy letting out little moans as he did it, telling Tony that he was enjoying it, too.
McGee kept his eyes closed as he sucked and slurped on Tony's erection, not ever wanting to let it slip from his mouth. He felt like he could do this forever - and he'd never even been with another man before! He held back a laugh and managed not to bite right into Tony's cock as he thought about the situation. Shit, he thought, if I had only known how fantastic this was - I'd have jumped Tony ages ago!
Timothy's enthusiasm was wearing down Tony's control, and when he felt one of Timothy's fingers gently brush between his ass cheeks all Tony could do was arch up further into Timothy's mouth and clench the sheets with both fists. When that light brush happened again, he felt his balls pull up tight to his body and the first tingles of his impending orgasm start. When he felt a third feathery brush, he barely had time to blurt out, "I'm coming, oh god, I'm coming," as his cock exploded in Timothy's mouth.
McGee didn't process what had just happened until he felt the warm goo entering his mouth. His eyes flew open and his mouth fell off Tony's spasming cock as he forced his brain to work, to tell him what the fuck he should be doing. As it was, he had a mouthful - and man, it was a mouthful - of Tony's cum in his mouth, and no idea if he should spit it out or swallow it or what the hell he should do.
But he figured if he didn't do something soon, Tony would figure something was wrong, and he didn't want that at all, so he braced himself for the inevitable and - swallowed.
When Tony's brain cells reconnected after short-circuiting, he opened his eyes and looked down at the man still kneeling between his legs. "Wow. That was... intense." He noticed the sort of shell-shocked look on Timothy's face and became concerned. "You doing okay down there, Timothy?"
McGee blinked a few times, coming to terms with what had just happened. He shook his head a bit to clear it. "I, uh, yeah, I'm just not used to that..." He looked up at Tony. "That's not saying it was bad or anything... I, um..." He blushed and smiled nervously. "I kinda like that I was able to do that to you."
Tony sat up and pulled Timothy in for a long deep kiss, the flash of realization hitting him that it was himself he was tasting on Timothy's mouth sending a fresh tingle of interest down to his quiescent cock. He pulled back and teased lightly, "Feel free to do that anytime you want, no objections here." He trailed his hand down Timothy's chest to find his rock hard erection. Wrapping his hand around it he ran a his thumb over the leaking head, and looking Timothy right in the eye, he asked, "So what are we going to do with this?"
McGee smirked. He was really finding it hard to believe that this was happening and wondered if he was just dreaming. But pinching himself would just hurt, he knew that much - this was real. He finally had Tony all to himself.
He thrust himself further into Tony's hand, enjoying the friction of Tony's palm against his cock, and looked Tony in the face. "You ready to be the probie, Tony?"
"Not the probie, Timothy, your probie. Only yours. Now where'd you leave the lube?" Tony grinned as he continued to alternate between nice, tight strokes and loose, feather light ones. He could see the need in Timothy's face, and the desire in his eyes. Tony was nervous, there was no question about that, but he knew that Timothy would not hurt him, and he really wanted this. And really wanted to make it good for Timothy.
McGee closed his eyes against Tony's ministrations. "Look in that nightstand over there," he muttered, trying to free himself from his body or do something unearthly so he wouldn't come right there and then. He wanted this to be something special, and he wanted to do everything two men in this situation could.
He opened his eyes when he realized Tony had removed his hand. "Tony? What's wrong?"
Tony had been fishing around in the nightstand and came up empty. No lube, no condoms, no useful supplies of any sort. He hung his head in disappointment, "Sorry, we got nothing. Unless you've started carrying Astroglide around in your kit, I think we're out of luck."
McGee's face fell temporarily, then he raised his head in remembrance. "Wait! I have something... it might work. It is for sensitive skin..."
It took all of Tony's self-control not to laugh as he looked at the container in Timothy's hands. He dropped his gaze a degree lower instead and saw Timothy's hard, weeping cock begging for release. He dragged his eyes up to meet Timothy's and saw the trepidation there, as if he were just waiting for a sarcastic remark from Tony. In that instant Tony realized that Timothy was just as insecure as he was; they just expressed it differently. Wanting this moment, this first time, to be perfect for both of them, Tony bit back the one-liner he had on the tip of his tongue. Instead he smiled and promised, "I'll never pick on your choice of lotions again, Timothy."
McGee let out a sigh of relief, glad Tony hadn't taunted him about his infamous Femme Glow. And besides, Tony had seemed to know back then that he really was gay, so... McGee knew he couldn't give him too much hassle.
But now was not the time for examining relationships. Now was the time for examining Tony's body, and McGee prepared himself to do just that, squirting a dollop of lotion into his palm. He let out a deep breath. "I hope you're ready for this, Tony," he said, and added in his mind, Because I sure as hell am not.
Tony had rolled over onto his stomach, wrapping his arms around the pillow, trying to get comfortable and relax. From what he had read, being loose and relaxed was the key. He shivered when he felt Timothy lean down and place a kiss on his shoulder blade. The next touch made him jump a little, not because it wasn't welcome but rather because the lotion was ice cold against his tightly puckered opening. His body soon warmed it, though, and he found himself appreciating its silky consistency as Timothy's patient finger swirled it around, teasing him without actually breaching him. Tony's own cock started showing more than a passing interest in the proceedings and Tony couldn't help but squirm a bit on the sheets, trying to find a little friction. He had been concentrating on his own cock and not on Timothy's machinations until his attention was snapped right back to them when he felt a firm, careful finger sliding into him. Slowly and surely that finger went inside him and Tony wanted... well he honestly didn't know if he wanted it out of him or if he wanted more. His cock was telling him it wanted more as it hardened beneath him.
Tony was trying to remember to breathe when a second joined the first. The stretch and the burn became almost too much for him and his ability to form words stopped at one, and he whispered it over and over. "Timothy, Timothy... "
McGee thought his cock would explode when he heard the tone of Tony's voice, Tony saying his name on repeat. He let out a shuddering breath and said, "This is gonna be over pretty damn quick if I don't get inside you."
A soft whimper from the man beneath him was all the answer he received, so he gently pulled his fingers out and prepared himself to enter Tony's tight opening.
Tony felt the loss of Timothy's fingers and wanted to whimper even more, until he felt Timothy position himself behind his ass and heard the sound of Timothy moaning as he quickly slicked up his cock with more lotion. The initial feeling of the fat head of Timothy's cock pressing into him would be one he would remember forever. He heard both of them panting heavily, Timothy trying to go slow and not hurt Tony, and Tony trying to breathe and relax his body to let Timothy inside and bit by bit, that heavy cock that Tony had worshiped with his mouth earlier slid into him. He felt stretched and full, and just when he didn't know if he could take anymore, he felt Timothy's balls brushing up against him. Both men paused, not breathing, not moving, just letting Tony's body accommodate the whole of Timothy's arousal.
Tony could feel Timothy trembling behind him; hell, he was trembling himself. He moved forward a bit, then pressed back, enjoying the groan that ripped from Timothy's throat. Slowly, ever so slowly, they started moving in the ancient in and out rhythm that their bodies knew instinctively. It was in the first really long, strong stroke back in that Timothy's cock brushed the hypersensitive nub that was Tony's prostate and had Tony seeing stars and ripping frantically at the sheets, looking for something to hang on to as he arched back onto Timothy's cock wanting, no, needing Timothy to touch that place inside him again.
Tony's own cock had deflated a bit when the sting of Timothy's entry had hit; now it was harder than it had ever been before in his life, and he was wiggling and squirming, trying to find something to ease its ache as Timothy pumped inside him.
McGee squeezed his eyes even tighter shut, afraid they'd pop straight out of his skull if he didn't do so. God, this was just... God. He'd had no idea sex could ever be this good! Tony was below him, writhing and whimpering and mumbling, and he, he was in complete control of everything!
Tony let out a particularly deep, "Timothy," drawing the name out, and McGee felt his cock jerk inside Tony's tight ass. Did he have any idea what the sound of him saying his name like that did to him? Well, he was about to find out.
McGee wrapped an arm under Tony's frame, lifting his chest up and causing Tony to whimper more. "Don't worry, baby," McGee muttered, licking the side of Tony's neck. "Not gonna let go, gonna stay inside you. You like that, don't you?"
Tony nodded quickly, going silent, and McGee kissed his shoulder. "'Kay, baby. Come on." He slowly fell back onto the bed so he was sitting, lowering Tony's body with him so Tony was now firmly encasing his cock. He let out a deep groan. "Fuck, Tony, oh fuck, you're so, feel so good, Tony."
Tony hadn't thought it were possible for Timothy to get any further inside of him, but this new position drove him in even deeper and every single stroke hit that seeing-stars inducing nub. His one hand clutched the arm Timothy had around his chest, the one pinning him back against Timothy's chest, his fingers digging in unconsciously, leaving bruises. His other hand found its way to his own aching erection, and with tight, sure strokes matching Timothy's, he worked himself.
McGee wrenched the arm Tony had been clutching from his grasp, bringing both his hands down to rest on Tony's hips. He rested his chin on Tony's back, using every ounce of strength he had left to raise and lower his lover's body, up and down again and again, letting out a deep moan at the hot friction of their bodies rubbing together. From there, it wasn't long before he could feel his legs trembling, could see and hear fireworks exploding behind his closed eyelids, could taste blood from biting his lip to keep from crying out, and could smell the sweat and arousal from both their bodies melding together.
Tony could feel the moment Timothy's orgasm hit. He had been working a grinding pace, driving Tony to near insanity, when suddenly he just stopped moving altogether for a moment before slamming back into Tony with a ferocity that almost lifted both men off the bed. He felt Timothy bite down hard on his neck and knew that he would have teethmarks there later. But it was the low keening sound escaping from Timothy's mouth, followed by the molten spurts he could feel so deep inside him, that sent Tony over the edge as his own body exploded.
Somehow both men managed to limply fall back to the bed, Timothy still buried inside Tony as they spooned together tightly, neither man wanting to let go. Tony tried to regain control of his breathing enough to whisper hoarsely, "That was..." He couldn't find the right words.
Timothy contentedly sighed in his ear, "Yeah, and then some..."
Both men snuggled together even closer and drifted off to a contented sleep.
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tbc...
Part: 1 2 3 4
Author: CJ aka
writinginct &
smackalalala
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: DiNozzo/McGee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Categories: First Time, Humor, bordering on Crack!fic
Disclaimer: I don't own the recognizable characters; I'm just inspired by them. Hopefully they've had fun playing in my sandbox.
Summary: Tony's always had nicknames for McGee. What's so different about this one?
Status: Complete 1/27/08 Length: 14,500 words
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Tony awoke to something tickling his nose gently. Not really wanting to wake all the way up as he was warm and comfortable, he kept his eyes closed and tried twitching his nose to get rid of the tickle. The faint hint of shampoo and cologne was wafted to his nose by the same breeze that was blowing Timothy's hair towards him and tickling his nose. Not thinking, he reached up and gently smoothed down the hair and nestled in closer to Timothy, enjoying the weight and feel of him lying back against his chest.
A moment later the breeze was back, along with the tickle, and Tony begrudgingly opened his eyes. What he saw made him blink twice then squeeze his eyes shut tightly for a moment, willing the hallucination to go away. When he opened them again to still see the sun gently peeking over horizon, bathing the ocean and sand stretched out before them in the pale morning light, his voice jumped three octaves into the panic zone. "Timothy, wake up. You really need to wake up, Probie."
McGee snuggled into Tony a bit, mumbling something that sounded like, "Go away, Mom," and Tony shook him again, causing him to crack open an eyelid and glare. "What?"
Tony pointed to the blazing sun, and McGee turned over, eyes adjusting to the new environment. He became panicked himself as he turned back to Tony. "What the..."
"The hell if I know. Weren't we just in the car?" Tony shook his head, trying to dislodge the hallucination before him.
McGee yawned, trying to make sense of the situation. "Yeah..." He continued to browse the island, and stood, offering a hand to Tony, who took it and hopped to his feet, albeit slowly. McGee gave him a sympathetic look. "Well, looks like not everything is all fine and dandy - your knee's still out."
"It's better but still sore." Tony tested it, putting some weight on it gingerly. He looked around, trying to sort out why exactly they were suddenly in the middle of paradise, when a dark thought hit him. "Oh god, you don't think we're dead, do you?"
McGee's eyes widened. "Dead? As in, dead. As in, not alive." He paused. "We can't be. I don't remember... dying."
Tony flailed his arms around helplessly. "Then how do you explain all this, Timothy?" He started hobbling down the beach to check for signs of other people, when he spotted something nestled out of sun protected by palm trees - a little beach hut. He gestured for McGee to follow him and he headed for it.
McGee jogged slowly behind the limping Tony, squinting at the shack. They reached it and entered cautiously, as if expecting God or Satan to pop out and confirm their suspicion that, yes, they were indeed dead.
No spirits exited when they entered, but McGee did find a sign that something was amiss. He wandered over to the far side of the hut and picked something up. "How did these get here?"
Tony simply stared at the backpack in McGee's hand - his backpack.
Tony stood riveted to the spot, just staring at the backpack. It took a moment for him to focus his attention a little further back to the bed on which the backpacks were sitting. His eyes grew huge as he took in the large expanse of mattress. His voice was full of awe and an enormous smile crossed his face as he stepped forward and ran a hand over the foot of the bed. "I just knew they had to make a king-sized Ferrari bed. Ha!"
McGee rolled his eyes and set the backpack down. "Can we focus, Tony? We're stuck on some desert island, with our backpacks, and now there's this weird car bed in this convenient little shanty. Something about this whole thing just doesn't add up to me."
Tony was already in motion, however, and flopped in the middle of the bed, looking up at Timothy with puppy dog eyes as he stroked the sheets lovingly. "It's a Ferrari bed with twelve hundred count sheets. If there's lube in that nightstand over there, about a dozen of my favorite sexual fantasies are about to come true, Timothy."
At McGee's answering glare of exasperation, Tony sighed. "You're right. I know you're right. But I'm trying really, really hard not to freak out. So what do we do now? Any ideas?"
McGee tried really hard to think of something, a reason for this, a way they could get off the island, but nothing came to him. He sighed, then looked over at Tony. Damn. He really wanted him.
He bit his lip and spoke. "Well, you did say those were the conditions for our first time..."
Tony blinked and gulped hard. It was one thing to tease and let his mouth run over but it was entirely different to see that hungry look on Timothy's face. The one that said that someone was getting nailed to the mattress and somehow Tony didn't think that it was going to be Timothy. He looked down at the sheet a little sheepishly, plucking at it unconsciously. "Um, you know, we, ah, never really finished that whole probie, prober conversation earlier." He looked up cautiously.
McGee smirked at Tony. Time to get a little, let's say, out of character, he thought. He slowly progressed towards Tony, causing him to slink further back on the bed. His smirk grew bigger.
"Why talk about it when we can just act?" he asked, a hint of alpha male creeping into his words. "Or are you scared?"
"Well, I wouldn't say "scared" exactly, Timothy, but maybe, you know, excited, maybe a little nervous." At Timothy's disbelieving raised eyebrow he admitted, "Or maybe just petrified. There honestly aren't a whole lot of things I haven't tried in bed, but this," he gulped, "is top of the list. You're not nervous?"
McGee shrugged. Yeah, he was nervous - just as petrified as Tony - but he wasn't about to let him see that. He wanted to be the one in control of everything for once. Usually that was Tony's job. So he played the part of calm and collected and said . . .
"Absolutely, positively, ready to piss my pants scared to death."
The smile that crossed Tony's face was brighter than the lights of Las Vegas and McGee could visibly see the tension leave Tony's body. With a suggestive wag of his eyebrows, Tony teased, "Well, now that we've got that out of the way, you gonna stand there all day, Timothy, or are you going to come over here and kiss me?"
McGee closed his eyes and sighed, smiling. "Yeah. I think I can do that part just fine."
He closed the distance between himself and Tony, kneeling gently on the bed and leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. Tony snaked a arm around his shoulders, and soon McGee felt himself being drawn down into his partner, their bodies grinding together, and he knew if he wasn't careful, he'd explode right in his pants. That was completely out of the question.
He pulled away from Tony briefly. "I'm ready, Tony." The next words that popped into his mind sounded so incredibly bad, like something from one of those cheesy action flicks Tony liked to watch, but it was so damn appropriate.
"Make me a man."
Tony pulled back and looked at McGee in mock horror, then snorted and burst out laughing, "You did not just say that, Timothy." The instigator lying on top of him just threw him a little lopsided grin that made Tony chuckle even more. "Okay wise-guy, we've got way too many clothes on for this."
McGee took that as his cue to unzip his jeans and peel them off, then remove his shirt. He looked up from his actions to find Tony had done the same, and his breath caught. They were going to do this.
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Tony couldn't believe that he was actually here naked, in a room with Timothy and a bed. He needed to ground himself somehow and reached out tentatively to place his hand on the chest of the man standing alongside the bed. With an intensity he normally reserved for picking out minute pieces of evidence at a crime scene, he traced his hand down Timothy's chest, mapping the feel of it and committing it to memory. Wanting to be closer, he knelt up and placed a feathery kiss on Timothy's chest, right over his heart. A heart that Tony could feel beating a mile a minute. He smiled at the thought that he was causing it to beat so fast. He planted a trail of soft kisses down Timothy's chest until his mouth was a hair's breadth away from Timothy's trembling erection. He let out a breath, letting the warm air wash over it a second before his tongue swirled experimentally around the tip. It wasn't so bad, he thought. He knew what he liked to receive orally and figured it would be a good place to start. But just as his hand closed around that trembling heat and he was bringing his mouth closer, Timothy groaned and Tony's head snapped up to see what he was doing wrong.
McGee looked down at Tony, noticing that he had stopped whatever lovely work he was doing on his cock, and saw the look of worry on his face. He stroked his hair reassuringly, cooing, "You're not doing anything wrong, Tony. Please don't stop."
Tony smirked and teased, "Where was I? Oh, yeah, down here somewhere..." His grip around Timothy's straining erection tightened and elicited another groan from the man trying to keep standing on weak knees. Tony licked his lips nervously before closing them gently around the head of the beautiful cock in front of him. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on what he was doing, but Timothy's hands in his hair and his own painfully hard cock were making it almost impossible.
McGee simply kept kneading Tony's head, trying to hold off on his impending orgasm - the last thing he needed to do was embarrass himself in front of Tony by way of premature ejaculation. He'd never live that one down. And as much as he was enjoying Tony's oral stimulation, he knew he wanted to get his own hands on Tony, show him just how he felt.
He reluctantly withdrew his hands from Tony's hair, causing Tony's mouth to pop off his cock. He let out a tiny noise of regret, but announced, "You shouldn't be doing all the work, Tony. Besides, I don't think I can stand up much longer."
Tony reluctantly and slowly pulled his mouth off Timothy and flashed a wicked grin up at him. "I'm making you weak in the knees?"
McGee rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Just get on the bed, Tony, and I'll show you how to make someone weak in the knees."
Tony placed a last feathery light kiss on the tip of Timothy's cock and stood to pull Timothy in for a deep kiss; when they broke the kiss he flopped back on the bed, sprawling spread eagle, and teased, "I'm all yours, Probie."
McGee stood back and surveyed the body in front of him, gently stroking his own cock as he stared at Tony and his erect cock... But this wasn't a fantasy. He could actually have Tony, and he wasn't about to waste any time. He knelt on the bed and crawled in-between Tony's legs, feeling the heat emanating off his body as he reached Tony's crotch and took that beautiful piece of meat into his mouth.
The moment that hot, wet mouth closed around him, Tony told himself if he died right then, he'd be a happy man. His hand reached down to gently stroke Timothy's hair. And then it really hit him, it was Timothy with his lips wrapped around his cock. It was Timothy that was gently cupping and tugging on his balls. And it was Timothy letting out little moans as he did it, telling Tony that he was enjoying it, too.
McGee kept his eyes closed as he sucked and slurped on Tony's erection, not ever wanting to let it slip from his mouth. He felt like he could do this forever - and he'd never even been with another man before! He held back a laugh and managed not to bite right into Tony's cock as he thought about the situation. Shit, he thought, if I had only known how fantastic this was - I'd have jumped Tony ages ago!
Timothy's enthusiasm was wearing down Tony's control, and when he felt one of Timothy's fingers gently brush between his ass cheeks all Tony could do was arch up further into Timothy's mouth and clench the sheets with both fists. When that light brush happened again, he felt his balls pull up tight to his body and the first tingles of his impending orgasm start. When he felt a third feathery brush, he barely had time to blurt out, "I'm coming, oh god, I'm coming," as his cock exploded in Timothy's mouth.
McGee didn't process what had just happened until he felt the warm goo entering his mouth. His eyes flew open and his mouth fell off Tony's spasming cock as he forced his brain to work, to tell him what the fuck he should be doing. As it was, he had a mouthful - and man, it was a mouthful - of Tony's cum in his mouth, and no idea if he should spit it out or swallow it or what the hell he should do.
But he figured if he didn't do something soon, Tony would figure something was wrong, and he didn't want that at all, so he braced himself for the inevitable and - swallowed.
When Tony's brain cells reconnected after short-circuiting, he opened his eyes and looked down at the man still kneeling between his legs. "Wow. That was... intense." He noticed the sort of shell-shocked look on Timothy's face and became concerned. "You doing okay down there, Timothy?"
McGee blinked a few times, coming to terms with what had just happened. He shook his head a bit to clear it. "I, uh, yeah, I'm just not used to that..." He looked up at Tony. "That's not saying it was bad or anything... I, um..." He blushed and smiled nervously. "I kinda like that I was able to do that to you."
Tony sat up and pulled Timothy in for a long deep kiss, the flash of realization hitting him that it was himself he was tasting on Timothy's mouth sending a fresh tingle of interest down to his quiescent cock. He pulled back and teased lightly, "Feel free to do that anytime you want, no objections here." He trailed his hand down Timothy's chest to find his rock hard erection. Wrapping his hand around it he ran a his thumb over the leaking head, and looking Timothy right in the eye, he asked, "So what are we going to do with this?"
McGee smirked. He was really finding it hard to believe that this was happening and wondered if he was just dreaming. But pinching himself would just hurt, he knew that much - this was real. He finally had Tony all to himself.
He thrust himself further into Tony's hand, enjoying the friction of Tony's palm against his cock, and looked Tony in the face. "You ready to be the probie, Tony?"
"Not the probie, Timothy, your probie. Only yours. Now where'd you leave the lube?" Tony grinned as he continued to alternate between nice, tight strokes and loose, feather light ones. He could see the need in Timothy's face, and the desire in his eyes. Tony was nervous, there was no question about that, but he knew that Timothy would not hurt him, and he really wanted this. And really wanted to make it good for Timothy.
McGee closed his eyes against Tony's ministrations. "Look in that nightstand over there," he muttered, trying to free himself from his body or do something unearthly so he wouldn't come right there and then. He wanted this to be something special, and he wanted to do everything two men in this situation could.
He opened his eyes when he realized Tony had removed his hand. "Tony? What's wrong?"
Tony had been fishing around in the nightstand and came up empty. No lube, no condoms, no useful supplies of any sort. He hung his head in disappointment, "Sorry, we got nothing. Unless you've started carrying Astroglide around in your kit, I think we're out of luck."
McGee's face fell temporarily, then he raised his head in remembrance. "Wait! I have something... it might work. It is for sensitive skin..."
It took all of Tony's self-control not to laugh as he looked at the container in Timothy's hands. He dropped his gaze a degree lower instead and saw Timothy's hard, weeping cock begging for release. He dragged his eyes up to meet Timothy's and saw the trepidation there, as if he were just waiting for a sarcastic remark from Tony. In that instant Tony realized that Timothy was just as insecure as he was; they just expressed it differently. Wanting this moment, this first time, to be perfect for both of them, Tony bit back the one-liner he had on the tip of his tongue. Instead he smiled and promised, "I'll never pick on your choice of lotions again, Timothy."
McGee let out a sigh of relief, glad Tony hadn't taunted him about his infamous Femme Glow. And besides, Tony had seemed to know back then that he really was gay, so... McGee knew he couldn't give him too much hassle.
But now was not the time for examining relationships. Now was the time for examining Tony's body, and McGee prepared himself to do just that, squirting a dollop of lotion into his palm. He let out a deep breath. "I hope you're ready for this, Tony," he said, and added in his mind, Because I sure as hell am not.
Tony had rolled over onto his stomach, wrapping his arms around the pillow, trying to get comfortable and relax. From what he had read, being loose and relaxed was the key. He shivered when he felt Timothy lean down and place a kiss on his shoulder blade. The next touch made him jump a little, not because it wasn't welcome but rather because the lotion was ice cold against his tightly puckered opening. His body soon warmed it, though, and he found himself appreciating its silky consistency as Timothy's patient finger swirled it around, teasing him without actually breaching him. Tony's own cock started showing more than a passing interest in the proceedings and Tony couldn't help but squirm a bit on the sheets, trying to find a little friction. He had been concentrating on his own cock and not on Timothy's machinations until his attention was snapped right back to them when he felt a firm, careful finger sliding into him. Slowly and surely that finger went inside him and Tony wanted... well he honestly didn't know if he wanted it out of him or if he wanted more. His cock was telling him it wanted more as it hardened beneath him.
Tony was trying to remember to breathe when a second joined the first. The stretch and the burn became almost too much for him and his ability to form words stopped at one, and he whispered it over and over. "Timothy, Timothy... "
McGee thought his cock would explode when he heard the tone of Tony's voice, Tony saying his name on repeat. He let out a shuddering breath and said, "This is gonna be over pretty damn quick if I don't get inside you."
A soft whimper from the man beneath him was all the answer he received, so he gently pulled his fingers out and prepared himself to enter Tony's tight opening.
Tony felt the loss of Timothy's fingers and wanted to whimper even more, until he felt Timothy position himself behind his ass and heard the sound of Timothy moaning as he quickly slicked up his cock with more lotion. The initial feeling of the fat head of Timothy's cock pressing into him would be one he would remember forever. He heard both of them panting heavily, Timothy trying to go slow and not hurt Tony, and Tony trying to breathe and relax his body to let Timothy inside and bit by bit, that heavy cock that Tony had worshiped with his mouth earlier slid into him. He felt stretched and full, and just when he didn't know if he could take anymore, he felt Timothy's balls brushing up against him. Both men paused, not breathing, not moving, just letting Tony's body accommodate the whole of Timothy's arousal.
Tony could feel Timothy trembling behind him; hell, he was trembling himself. He moved forward a bit, then pressed back, enjoying the groan that ripped from Timothy's throat. Slowly, ever so slowly, they started moving in the ancient in and out rhythm that their bodies knew instinctively. It was in the first really long, strong stroke back in that Timothy's cock brushed the hypersensitive nub that was Tony's prostate and had Tony seeing stars and ripping frantically at the sheets, looking for something to hang on to as he arched back onto Timothy's cock wanting, no, needing Timothy to touch that place inside him again.
Tony's own cock had deflated a bit when the sting of Timothy's entry had hit; now it was harder than it had ever been before in his life, and he was wiggling and squirming, trying to find something to ease its ache as Timothy pumped inside him.
McGee squeezed his eyes even tighter shut, afraid they'd pop straight out of his skull if he didn't do so. God, this was just... God. He'd had no idea sex could ever be this good! Tony was below him, writhing and whimpering and mumbling, and he, he was in complete control of everything!
Tony let out a particularly deep, "Timothy," drawing the name out, and McGee felt his cock jerk inside Tony's tight ass. Did he have any idea what the sound of him saying his name like that did to him? Well, he was about to find out.
McGee wrapped an arm under Tony's frame, lifting his chest up and causing Tony to whimper more. "Don't worry, baby," McGee muttered, licking the side of Tony's neck. "Not gonna let go, gonna stay inside you. You like that, don't you?"
Tony nodded quickly, going silent, and McGee kissed his shoulder. "'Kay, baby. Come on." He slowly fell back onto the bed so he was sitting, lowering Tony's body with him so Tony was now firmly encasing his cock. He let out a deep groan. "Fuck, Tony, oh fuck, you're so, feel so good, Tony."
Tony hadn't thought it were possible for Timothy to get any further inside of him, but this new position drove him in even deeper and every single stroke hit that seeing-stars inducing nub. His one hand clutched the arm Timothy had around his chest, the one pinning him back against Timothy's chest, his fingers digging in unconsciously, leaving bruises. His other hand found its way to his own aching erection, and with tight, sure strokes matching Timothy's, he worked himself.
McGee wrenched the arm Tony had been clutching from his grasp, bringing both his hands down to rest on Tony's hips. He rested his chin on Tony's back, using every ounce of strength he had left to raise and lower his lover's body, up and down again and again, letting out a deep moan at the hot friction of their bodies rubbing together. From there, it wasn't long before he could feel his legs trembling, could see and hear fireworks exploding behind his closed eyelids, could taste blood from biting his lip to keep from crying out, and could smell the sweat and arousal from both their bodies melding together.
Tony could feel the moment Timothy's orgasm hit. He had been working a grinding pace, driving Tony to near insanity, when suddenly he just stopped moving altogether for a moment before slamming back into Tony with a ferocity that almost lifted both men off the bed. He felt Timothy bite down hard on his neck and knew that he would have teethmarks there later. But it was the low keening sound escaping from Timothy's mouth, followed by the molten spurts he could feel so deep inside him, that sent Tony over the edge as his own body exploded.
Somehow both men managed to limply fall back to the bed, Timothy still buried inside Tony as they spooned together tightly, neither man wanting to let go. Tony tried to regain control of his breathing enough to whisper hoarsely, "That was..." He couldn't find the right words.
Timothy contentedly sighed in his ear, "Yeah, and then some..."
Both men snuggled together even closer and drifted off to a contented sleep.
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tbc...
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