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Title: The Stakeout
By: nancy
Pairing: Tony/Gibbs
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: R
Summary: Tony's surprised when Gibbs makes his move during a stakeout.

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Tony stared warily at Gibbs as the other man came towards him. They'd been stuck on a stake-out together for almost three days straight and there was just something about Gibbs' expression that put him on alert. They were in an apartment opposite a different apartment building that held their suspect and had been taking turns spelling each other with sleeping and eating. McGee was on loan to Norfolk for some big computer case and Kate was a victim to the stomach bug going around, which left just the two of them to continue with the murder investigation.

Gibbs sat on the chair beside Tony at the window and asked, "Anything?"

"Not a peep," Tony answered, clearing his throat. "You get enough sleep, Boss?"

"More than enough."

"Hungry?"

"Nope."

"I could go for a coffee run..."

"I'm fine DiNozzo."

Tony shut up at the growl and instantly turned back to the window. He knew just about all of the other man's moods, but could not place the way Gibbs was eyeing him. He flushed under the scrutiny and steadfastly made a note to the log when the quarter hour came with no movement from the apartment. Gibbs' cell rang and he stood, walking away, which gave Tony a welcome breather.

"Gibbs. No, Sir, nothing yet. No, I don't think so either. Yeah, it's probably for the best, as short on people as we are. Will do. I'll see you tomorrow, Sir."

By then, Tony had turned to see what was going on and he found that Gibbs' gaze hadn't left him, even though he'd walked away. Another flush heated him and he cursed the lack of control. It sucked that he'd been stuck with Gibbs for so long because it put him so off kilter. Even the very smell of the other had sunk into him. He hadn't been able to put the required space between them that he needed so very much, either in words or physical distance. It sure as hell hadn't helped that Gibbs had been extra touchy-feely the entire time, as if to acclimatize Tony to the hand lingering on a shoulder, or the barely-there space when Gibbs stood behind him to look out the window.

Almost like he was taming a wild thing.

"So, we're packing up?" Tony asked unnecessarily. "I mean, that was the Director, right?"

Gibbs nodded. "Yes to both. Get started, DiNozzo."

Hurrying about the familiar tasks, Tony took down the equipment. He firmly did not look at Gibbs, who stood in that same place without moving, making Tony walk around him if he had to traverse the room. When the last case was secured he turned to let Gibbs know only to find him standing way, way too close. Gulping in surprise, Tony instinctively backed up a step only to stumble over that last metal case. He reached out and was caught in Gibbs' arms, pulled tight against a firm body.

A slow smile spread over Gibbs' face as he observed, "You should be more careful, Tony, wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"Uh, yes. Right. Yeah," Tony agreed trying to disentangle only to discover that Gibbs was holding on. "Uh, Boss?"

"Yeah, Tony?"

"You're not letting go."

"I know."

"Um, why not?"

That slow smile shifted into a wicked grin and Tony was positive that he heard an actual purr as Gibbs replied, "Because I don't want to."

And Tony found himself unable to resist as he was walked backwards until the wall supported him. Pale blue eyes held him captive as easily as if he'd been in cuffs. The thought of which sent an uncontrollable flush through him.

"I like whatever that thought was," Gibbs observed. "What was it?"

Tony's gaze flickered away and he muttered, "Nothing important."

"I decide what's important, Tony, you know that."

Which was the only warning he got, and wasn't even really a warning, before strong, determined lips covered his in a demanding kiss. Tony sucked in a shocked breath, accidentally allowing Gibbs' tongue to thrust inside and start exploring. All kinds of heat and good feelings hit him and Tony groaned, surrendering to the consuming kiss. He'd been celibate for a lot longer than he cared to admit and sure as hell hadn't been with a guy since college, long before he'd gone into law enforcement. Despite the attraction to Gibbs, Tony had kept it strictly platonic without even allowing himself to flirt with the other man.

A leg pushed between his, the thigh moving up against his cock and balls, driving another gasp from him. His hands gripped Gibbs' arms out of necessity; Tony wasn't all that sure he had any balance left.

Then he really didn't have any balance because he was spun sharply and shoved away. He let out a very undignified screech as he fell to the bed, not having realized that he was so close to it. Before he could recover his breath, Tony was hauled up by his pants, trapping his groin incredibly tightly through the denim, and settled up higher on the bed. Dazed, not having realized just how strong Gibbs truly was, in spite of their sparring matches, Tony didn't even realize he was being cuffed until the soft snick echoed loudly in the otherwise silent room and cool metal warmed to his wrists.

Shocked and aroused beyond belief, he met that wicked blue gaze and demanded, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"What you want me to do," Gibbs answered, his hand dragging over Tony's chest in a heavy-handed caress.

Tony shook his head and protested vehemently, "You're crazy! I don't want this!"

I don't, I can't, not a chance!

Chuckling, Gibbs' hand ended its journey onto Tony's hard cock. "Oh I think you do."

"No, see, just, no, Gibbs, let me go!" Tony exclaimed, struggling to get up.

He was easily pushed back down onto the bed, though, when Gibbs leaned on him. Gibbs' hands remained on his chest, keeping Tony pinned to the mattress, and he said seriously, "Take a breath, Tony, relax. Hear me out."

Tony reined in the panic, listening to Gibbs, as he always did. The hands started making patterns over his chest, fingers trailing over the shirt and tickling the skin beneath. It was good, but really distracting.

"That's it, just breathe for me, Tony," Gibbs ordered, smiling gently. "This isn't anything but pleasure between us. If you don't want this, just tell me and it stops. But think before you answer. What bothers you about it? You want it, I know that. Or you did 'til you started thinking."

"I did until you started acting like a caveman!" Tony snapped, trying not to shiver as those fingers continued to tease him, gently tweaking his nipples.

Gibbs grinned outright at that. "No more caveman routine. Anything else?"

Wait, when did this become a negotiation?

His heart could get broken. He could lose Gibbs' respect. He could lose his teammates' respect when they found out, which he knew they would. So very many things could go wrong. And even though he knew it was weak, the best he could offer was... "You're my boss, Gibbs! We can't do this!"

Nipples were pinched and Gibbs bent down to suck just under his jaw, causing him to groan in pleasure.

"I won't tell if you don't."

And then his mouth was taken again, soft and deep this time, and Tony was lost. Gibbs was a much better kisser than Tony had ever expected, though if he'd really allowed himself to think about it, he'd have realized that Gibbs brought his usual intensity to everything, including kissing. His shirt was unbuttoned and warm hands stroked up and down his chest, touching the actual skin this time and his shivered again. He tried to put his arms around Gibbs only to remember that they were cuffed to the headboard and broke off the kiss, complaining, "I want to touch you too!"

Licking his lips, Gibbs shook his head and teased, "You're not going to be able to do much more than lie there and take it anyhow, Tony."

"Oh please," Tony snorted. "Like I've never oh! God..."

Tony moaned the last word, melting into the bed as Gibbs somehow found his most vulnerable spot without even trying. Sucking at the juncture of throat and shoulder, biting down with bruising force, Gibbs worried the flesh between his teeth. Tony's body jerked against him, his cock suddenly hard and aching, desperate for the pressure denied him. When Gibbs pulled down to smirk at him, all Tony could do was pant and gasp, "Don't fucking stop!"

Gibbs sucked and bit his way down Tony's body, unzipping the jeans and pulling them down, along with the boxers beneath. Tony's dick slapped wetly against his stomach just before Gibbs returned to suck only on the head. With his arms above his head and his lower body pinned with an arm across his hips, all Tony could do, as promised, was just lie there and take it. Which he did, begging for more and straining to get deeper into the wet heaven of Gibbs' mouth.

But then he lost even that and moaned with need.

Something a lot firmer than a tongue pushed against his hole and Tony went still, processing that it was a finger, and gasped for breath as he stared wildly at Gibbs.

"That okay, Tony?"

And God, it was more than okay. He nodded, wanting more but embarrassed by the amount of need that coursed through him for this man. He'd always been the 'love 'em and leave 'em'  type, but knew that wasn't the case here. Tony could give Gibbs as much of a hard time as he wanted, but he knew that he was sunk. He'd wanted the other for so long, it was difficult to even remember when he hadn't.

The finger was wet only with spit and dried quickly inside him, causing him to squirm a little in discomfort.

Gibbs pulled it out and said, "I'm going to get something to help with this. Don't go anywhere."

Eyes rolling in exasperation, tugging pointedly on the cuffs, Tony replied, "I think I'm here for the duration Gibbs."

Unexpectedly, Gibbs' smile turned soft and he said quietly, "That's good to know," before shifting off the bed to rummage through a bag on the floor.

Must've gotten supplies on the last coffee run, Tony realized, remembering that Gibbs had been gone an extra long time.

The bed dipped under Gibbs' weight and he settled on his knees between Tony's thighs. He moved in close, spreading Tony's legs apart to rest over one of each of Gibbs' own. This lifted Tony's ass off the bedspread and Gibbs took his time to pour the lube on his fingers, making sure Tony watched as Gibbs rubbed it over his fingers before moving it down to push slowly inside him.

Moaning as he was filled, Tony pulled against the cuffs, wanting to get a hand on his cock, but utterly thwarted. Gibbs' cock was in sight, long and thick, hard and slightly curved, but didn't touch him, even though Tony wanted it to. He wanted it inside him instead of the fingers, but couldn't summon the words. The last thing he wanted Gibbs to think was that he was some kind of slut.

Even if he really was.

Sex had always been his drug of choice, even though he'd always been careful with it. Safe sex was one of his favorite activities in the world. Finding, courting, and having a woman in as quick a time as he possibly could. Getting inside her, pumping hard into the curved body, and making her cry out or scream in pleasure. Getting them off, was what got him off, and everyone was happy. This time, though, this was the least safe sex of all and he wasn't even taking the physical hazards into consideration. Because this wasn't just sex, it was love.

Two fingers skittering over his prostate broke into his thoughts, scattering the seriousness before it could truly take root, and he arched, crying out. Gibbs thrust into him at that same angle, driving him crazy. "Please, please, Gibbs, please!"

"Please what, Tony? What do you want me to do?" Gibbs questioned, staring at him avidly, fingers twisting ruthlessly inside Tony, provoking another cry.

Pushing down on the fingers, Tony gasped, "Fuck me! God damn it, Gibbs, fuck me already, please!"

Gibbs' fingers pulled out and Tony watched, utterly breathless, as a condom was slowly rolled over the hard shaft and lube rubbed onto it. He watched, heart pounding in his chest, as Gibbs stroked himself, positive that he could see the vein throbbing with need. Swallowing with difficultly, he allowed himself to be raised up, legs locking around Gibbs' waist as the other man leaned forward on his palm, lining his cock up with the other hand. It rubbed around his hole and Tony held onto the headboard, bracing himself, as Gibbs pushed inside.

Pain hit him as the outer muscle was breached, but he breathed through it, meeting the pale blue eyes and nodding when it was okay to keep going. Gibbs slowly possessed him, going in stops and starts, pulling almost all the way out before gently pressing forward again. It was agony. It was bliss. It was frustrating. It was more care than anyone had ever shown him.

A hand around his cock startled Tony, his eyes opening when he hadn't even realized that they'd been closed. Looking into Gibbs' face, he found a strangely tender smile on the other man's face and flushed, glancing away from that regard. Fortunately, the needs of both their bodies interrupted what could have been a too-emotional moment for Tony and Gibbs gasped, thrusting in balls-deep at last.

The driving force began almost right away. Tony moaned as he was fucked, hard and long, hanging on to the headboard like a lifeline. His body shook with the force of Gibbs' body taking his, balls almost crushed between them, the cock filling and loosening him, possessing him like nothing and no one ever had before. Tony became his body, unable to think, one massive sensation as he drew closer and closer to the peak. He heard Gibbs grunting above him, muttering words, dirty words, filthy, arousing promises, and his legs tightened, the aural caress almost physical.

It was on a particularly savage twist inside him, and how Gibbs managed it Tony couldn't tell because his eyes were clenched shut, that he finally came. Colorful lights exploded behind his eyelids and he arched taut, cock spitting come all over as his heart stopped, silencing his breath and any noise he might have made. He vaguely felt Gibbs humping into him before he stilled, cock grinding as deep into Tony's all-too-willing body as it could, but really, he was out of it. Floating. High. Serene. Barely able to feel his body or the heavy weight on it that said Gibbs had collapsed on him.

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Tony woke sore and sated, a combination that he loved, and sighed in deep contentment. The body covering him was unfamiliar, but that wasn't too unusual. That it was a man, well okay, that was unusual, but very, very nice. He couldn't really smell the sex in the air, so they had to have been down for the count for a long time, maybe he'd actually slept the night through? That would be a nice change.

"Back among the land of the living, Tony?"

Freezing in place at the insanely familiar voice, Tony cracked an eyelid to find Gibbs staring at him from only inches away. The other man was propped up on an elbow, his leg hooked possessively over Tony's hip, an arm across Tony's chest. Panic hit and he started to pull away only to discover that he couldn't, he was still tied to the headboard, only, it was a set of leather straps, comfortable, designed to imprison without hurting. Although he was already bruised, he could feel it, from the cuffs. Probably the reason for the change.

Gibbs' hand pressed down onto his chest and he said, "Take a breath, Tony, relax. Everything's fine."

But it's not! Tony wanted to shout. You know everything now!

Instead, he did as ordered and took a breath.

"Good boy, that's my boy," Gibbs murmured.

Tony was startled to find himself break out in goosebumps at the term of endearment; the tone soothing and indulgent, all at once.

After kissing him slow and sweet, Gibbs continued, "You don't have to worry, Tony. This doesn't change your position at work. This doesn't change anything, except that we might occasionally warm each other's bed."

"F-fuck buddies?" Tony stammered, having a surprisingly difficult time getting the words out.

Gibbs shrugged. "It's up to you, there's no pressure here. You can see whomever you want, whenever you want. I just want you to know that I'm here as an option, too."

And with that, Gibbs kissed him again, possessive and hard this time, stealing Tony's breath. When he was done and Tony lay there, dazed and breathless, he reached up to undo the bonds. Flashing a grin at him, Gibbs observed, "Good thing it's cold outside. You can wear those turtle necks that look so good at you and no one will even think twice."

Tony saw the bruised skin around his wrists and flushed, but not with embarrassment; with the desire to do it again.

Rolling out of bed, Gibbs pulled on his clothes and said, "It's still early, so stay put and get some sleep, you look tuckered out."

"You should know," Tony retorted.

Gibbs grinned again and agreed, "I sure do, Tony."

There was another kiss, short and sweet, and then Tony watched as Gibbs left the room, the door locking automatically behind him.

Tony groaned and rolled carefully over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow that still held Gibbs' scent. It was faint, having only been used once, but there. He knew that the other man was trying to make sure that he didn't feel boxed in, that he had freedom to do whatever, and whoever, he wanted. Gibbs was nothing, if not perceptive. Part of what got his feet itching to move on had always been exactly that.

Except for now.

Now, he wanted to be with that man who was so careful to keep things casual between them. He wanted to...Tony shied away from the thought, but it wouldn't go away. He finally admitted to himself that he wanted to belong to Gibbs, even though he had no idea how to belong to anyone. He didn't know if he could give up his freedom, even though he thought he wanted to.

Thumping his head into the pillow a few times, Tony groaned again and wondered, Now what the hell do I do?

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