Tony woke slowly, unconsciously cataloging his surroundings even before he was even truly awake. He’d woken up in enough strange beds, usually in a hospital somewhere, to know it was best if he had some idea of where he was before he opened his eyes.
He was on his side and he could feel soft cotton against his skin. He could feel it the entire length of his frame from his shoulder to his toes. Definitely not in a hospital then, because regardless of how many times he’d woken up there, Tony had never woken up naked and never on his side. The cheap, frequently laundered in harsh detergent, sheets used in most hospitals never felt as good as what he was lying on. And the pillows were never as supportive or comfortable as the one he was currently using. The blanket covering him was far too light and warm to be anything but someone’s personal choice.
There was no antiseptic scent. Tony was grateful for that. He hated the way hospitals smelled.
There was no floral fragrance or perfumes either, so probably not a woman’s bed. Not that he actually expected to wake up in a woman’s bed. He hadn’t slept with a woman in well over a year. He hadn’t actually slept in anyone’s bed but his own since before Gibbs’ abrupt departure for Mexico.
He could feel warmth along his back. There was the heavy weight of an arm over his middle. It felt comforting rather than confining.
The solid feel of the arm, the lack of softness in the body curled around hiw own, and the toes Tony could brush with his told him his bedmate was likely a man. Very few women were tall enough to equal his height, and no matter how ift they were, women simply didn’t have the same defined musculature that the men Tony found attractive enough to have sex with typically sported.
Warm air ghosted over Tony’s shoulder at regular intervals. Whoever was wrapped around him was obviously still sleeping. The even breathing was slow, deep and reassuring in its unwavering rhythm.
Tony took a deep breath. He’d already noticed the scents he hadn’t found, now he was looking for what he could smell. He picked up traces of coffee, sawdust, something vaguely minty and musk. He’d know that blended aroma anywhere. Gibbs.
Well, hell, Tony thought with wryly. He silently laughed at himself. Last night was definitely not a dream then.
Tony’s body tensed as memories of what they’d done came to the fore. He could feel his face warm just thinking about it. God. He’d been so hungry for contact, so needy, so utterly lost to the experience he couldn’t have walked away if his life depended on it, no matter how much the rational part of his mind screamed at him about what a bad idea this was.
It had been months since anyone touched him, and far too long since he’d touched someone else. It had been so damn intoxicating to have free rein, to feel skin on skin. Hell, the first kiss had been more than he could resist even though he’d tried. He’d tried to be logical, rational, to do the right thing. But even with Gibbs agreeing it wasn’t a good idea, he couldn’t refuse the offer of more.
Tony wasn’t clear on how they made it up the stairs when neither he nor Gibbs was willing to let go of one another. It was like a dam burst, and they were caught up in a flood tide, clinging to one another for survival.
Somehow he managed to shed his clothes before they got to the bedroom. Tony remembered being naked by that time, at least he thought he was from what he could vaguely recall, but he had no clear memory of exactly what happened to his clothing. Tony remembered a moment of lost contact when Gibbs had stepped back to remove his pants. He remembered feeling like he was free falling when Gibbs let go of him, suddenly bereft of an anchor, and terrified Gibbs had changed his mind. He remembered making some embarrassing whimpering noises that immediately brought Gibbs back to him, gloriously naked, his entire body pressed up against Tony.
The first go around they were more like desperate animals than grown men. It wasn’t enough and way too much at the same time. It was just mindless touching and humping, with bruising kisses and breath coming in harsh pants. Tony had come without Gibbs even touching his cock. He’d have been embarrassed by that if Gibbs hadn’t come a second later.
Eventually their breathing evened out, and with the edge taken off their desperation shifted to deliberate action. Kisses became languid caresses with less teeth and more tongue, less fierce and more loving. Hands no longer roamed restless and frantic, but with more focus as fingers teased, tantalized and explored. Whispered endearments replaced dirty words, demands and pleas. Mindless grinding against one another became coordinated rhythm, reaction leading to the next moment, drawing soft sighs and pleasure filled moans.
Tony had come a second time with Gibbs’ hand wrapped around his cock. The older man’s touch was deft and sure, wringing a second orgasm from him that was more intense than the first. He’d clung to Gibbs as pleasure rolled over him leaving Tony uncoordinated and shaking like a leaf in a strong wind.
Tony wasn’t sure if Gibbs had staved off his own orgasm or if their difference in ages had made for a longer recovery time, but the older man had no trouble staying hard long enough to give Tony a third climax. He’d opened Tony up gently, fucking him slow with long, sure thrusts, bliss building with each movement like the crest of a growing wave.
Tony had literally seen stars when his third orgasm of the night broke over him. He might have even passed out because he was sure he lost some time. Somehow Gibbs had gotten them cleaned up and under the covers without Tony knowing how he managed to do it.
They’d settled in together, exhausted and sated. Gibbs had curled around Tony, pulling him in close, placing soft kisses on his shoulder until both of them had fallen asleep.
Tony sighed softly, and stretched, eyes still closed to better enjoy the moment, reveling in the memories of the night before. Muscles twitched and burned with a pleasant ache that made him feel like his whole body was singing with an ‘I got mine’ sensation. It felt amazingly good.
Gibbs arm tightened around him. He mumbled something Tony couldn’t make out, and rubbed his face against Tony’s shoulder. Tony smiled. He’d never really gotten to experience a sleepy Gibbs before. Really, he’d never gotten to spend the night before either. Their previous encounters had usually focused on getting each other off and not much else. They’d never really slept together, never cuddled or spent any time in bed that didn’t involve sex.
Tony opened his eyes and was surprised to see sunlight streaming through the windows. His gaze shifted to the clock on the nightstand. He blinked and looked again. It was just after eight in the morning.
He hadn’t sleep that late in years. And he’d bet anything Gibbs hadn’t either. Tony frowned trying to remember what time they were supposed to be at the office.
Technically, Tony didn’t have to be at the office. The case, well at least, the portion relating to Benoit was done. The missing explosives that had led them to Benoit in the first place were still a dead end otherwise. They had no leads on where the explosives had gone or who’d purchased them, and it was looking more and more like that one was going to end up in the cold case file.
The reports for the operation last night still needed to be done, and Shepard was waiting for a briefing. Tony’s brow furrowed as he tried to remember what time Gibbs had told his team to be at the office. He couldn’t remember Gibbs mentioning a time which meant Ziva and McGee would likely already be at the Yard. Since Gibbs was never late, but made a habit of not always being at his desk when his team arrived, they might not notice he was late--at least not until possibly nine. Even if he was in MTAC or with the Director, Gibbs always put in an appearance by then, or he had when Tony was still on the team. Of course, with Shepard chomping at the bit, and likely demanding to know where Gibbs was, Ziva and McGee would no doubt be aware of his absence sooner rather than later.
Miri had told Tony to feel free to sleep late when he’d told her he was having dinner with Gibbs. She’d wished him luck and then suggested he stay for breakfast, teasing him about finally breaking his dry spell. She wouldn’t be expecting him to show on time, and she wouldn’t worry until she didn’t hear from him until ten.
Tony bit his lower lip. They were already late. Why not go for broke and be really late? Tony grinned. He owed Gibbs one. Tony had come three times last night; Gibbs had only come twice. Tony thought he might as well take care of that debt right now.
He carefully shifted, working to get enough room to move without waking Gibbs. He pushed Gibbs a little, trying to get him to roll onto his back. Gibbs made a sleepy protest, but ultimately moved without waking.
Tony slid down beneath the comforter. He found Gibbs’ cock easily enough and sucked lightly on the head, encouraging his morning woody into full hardness. Tony nibbled his way down the length of it, nuzzling Gibbs’ scrotum before sucking on his balls. He smiled when the older man instinctively spread his legs wider, giving Tony greater access.
Tony ran his hands up Gibbs’ torso as he licked his way back up to the head of Gibbs’ cock. He couldn’t so much hear Gibbs moan as feel the vibrations rumble through his chest as Tony’s fingers found their way to Gibbs’ nipples, playing with them. He pinched the pert little nubs, tugging on them as he increased the suction of his mouth, taking as much of Gibbs’ cock into his mouth as he could handle. He’d never really mastered deep throating someone, but no one had ever complained about that before; he didn’t think Gibbs would start now.
Tony used his weight to hold Gibbs down when the older man began to thrust with his hips. No one might complain about Tony not being able to take the full length of a cock, but gagging and puking would most definitely be a turn off. It was better to control things than have the moment completely ruined.
Tony ran his tongue over the head of Gibbs’ dick, teasing him, playing with him, tasting him. Tony moaned, enjoying what he was doing, his hips rocking against the bed. He sucked harder, bobbing his head to take as much in as he could before withdrawing. He stopped tormenting Gibbs’ nipples so he could use his right hand to stroke the full length while his left played with Gibbs’ balls.
“Tony…God…just like that…please…yes, fuck, god, yes… please don’t stop… just don’t…oh…jesus...so damn good…so long since anyone…Jesus…Tony…yes…fuck, yes.”
He felt Gibbs’ muscles tense even further, his balls drawing up into his body. Gibbs was definitely close, very close. Tony braced himself, sucking harder, taking in everything as Gibbs’ came and swallowing it easily.
Tony moved his left hand to stroke himself. His grip wasn’t as sure, nor was his stroke as smooth but it felt so damn good, Tony didn’t care. He brought himself to completion a second later with a muffled shout of satisfaction.
Once he caught his breath, Tony slithered up Gibbs’ body, head popping out from under the covers. He grinned brightly at Gibbs.
“Good morning.”
“Oh yeah, very good.” Gibbs grinned back and then kissed him. It was a slow, deep kiss that warmed Tony all the way to his toes. No one had ever kissed him like Gibbs did.
When the finally stopped kissing, Gibbs sighed deeply in obvious satisfaction. He smiled gently, hands moving to cup Tony’s face.
“Thank you.”
Tony got that this thank you was about more than the blowjob. He smiled back. “You’re welcome.”
Gibbs glanced over at the clock. “Christ! Is it really that late?”
“Yep.” Tony shrugged one shoulder. He waggled his eyebrows. “You want to call in sick?”
Gibbs laughed softly. “As much as I’d love to--“
“The Director is probably wearing a hole in the carpet as we speak.”
Gibbs rubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah.” He frowned. “I’d have thought she’d call by now.”
“She probably did.”
Tony looked away, not sure if he felt guilty or not. It wasn’t like he wanted them to get in trouble, but he wasn’t overly worried about it. They’d been yelled at before and survived. It wasn’t his fault they were late, at least not exclusively his fault. They’d have still been late if he’d opted to wake Gibbs up by shaking his shoulder rather than a blowjob. The fact that the blowjob was good for both of them was not the point, or not exactly a point germane to the issue now at hand.
“I think…I can’t be sure, mind you, because at the time I wasn’t paying attention, but I think our cell phones are downstairs somewhere. Maybe. They could be on the stairs or down the hall. It’s hard to say for sure when I’m not entirely positive where my clothes are either. I turned the ringer off on my phone last night during the op so I wouldn’t be interrupted and I don’t think I turned it back on. I wouldn’t have heard mine ring regardless of whether or not anyone called. I can’t say I heard yours, but until about twenty minutes ago I was busy checking my eyelids for leaks, and recovering from the best sex I’ve had in a year, so your phone might have rung and I simply didn’t hear it. But then you didn’t hear it either, so I’m thinking it didn’t ring. At least not in this room.”
Gibbs lightly cuffed the back of his head. “That bit of babbling was Abby worthy.”
“I’d like to be able to say it won’t happen again, but I’m smart enough to know better.”
Gibbs cocked his head to one side, a sly grin forming. “Best sex you’ve had in a year?”
Tony wondered if being honest about that should worry him before deciding it didn’t matter.
“Definitely the best sex I’ve had in a year.” The truth of that statement was better than admitting it was the most sex he’d had with anyone at all in a year. That was definitely more pathetic, and far less complimentary.
“Was the best for me too, “ Gibbs said quietly, kissing Tony, his lips lightly meeting Tony’s. “Not a surprise really. Everything was better with you.”
Tony felt his cheeks warm, and ducked his head to hide his face against Gibbs’ chest. He didn’t know if Gibbs honestly meant that, but he hoped he did. Tony sighed silently. He didn’t want to ruin the good mood he’d woken up with by being besieged with doubts and insecurities.
“We should probably get cleaned up.” Tony mumbled against Gibbs’ chest.
He didn’t regret this; he didn’t, he just wished it meant as much as he’d like for it to. He and Gibbs had made a lot of progress in getting back to where they’d been before the explosion wiped Gibbs’ memories, but what they’d had before wasn’t exactly what Tony wanted now. He had no idea if Gibbs really wanted more, or if he was content to simply have them be friends again, friends with benefits. He knew better than to think sex was a panacea, no matter how amazing it had been.
“Tony?” Gibbs put a finger under Tony’s chin and forced his head up. Blue eyes met green. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Tony was quick to assure Gibbs. Nothing was wrong. At least nothing that hadn’t been wrong before. And he wasn’t going to admit to something that was little more than his own insecurities turning mole hills into mountains.
He kissed Gibbs’ cheek, feeling the early morning stubble rasp against his lips. “We need to get cleaned up and get to the office before Shepard melts down.”
Gibbs’ eyes narrowed. “She can wait.”
“She already has,” Tony pointed out, “and any longer and she might fire us both.”
Gibbs grimaced. He nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
When Tony moved to get up, Gibbs grabbed his wrist. “I might not be able to get away for lunch, but can we have dinner together again?”
Tony smiled, doubts easily pushed back by that invitation. “I’d like that.”
“Me too.” Gibbs’ boyish grin made Tony’s heart beat faster. “Would like showering with you too.”
Tony laughed. “You are insatiable.”
“Only for you,” Gibbs murmured softly, kissing Tony’s cheek, hands caressing his sides. “So, what do you say?”
Like he could say no to that? After a year, Tony was still hungry for more.
“I’d love to.”
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