"Gibbs, I know I said I'd try just about anything, but this is weird."

"Hush."

Tony sighed. "I'm lying on your bed, fully clothed except for my shoes. You've blindfolded me and you're not touching me and we don't have so many afternoons or evenings together that I don't want to take advantage of this one, okay?"

"We are taking advantage of it." Gibbs' voice was warm and amused. "Just not in the way you're used to."

"What's wrong with the way I'm used to? You, me, naked, bed...I don't have an issue with that."

"Tony. Listen."

Something in his voice had Tony swallowing his retort. He sighed, focusing on the sounds around him. The rustle of the curtains in the slight breeze, a bird singing outside, the faint sounds of fabric sliding against fabric from Gibbs settling himself more comfortably.

"Listen," Gibbs repeated quietly.

"I am," Tony said in frustration. "I don't know what--"

"Shhh." Gibbs rested two fingers over Tony's lips. "The thing is, Tony, that you're so focused on the physical you forget about the rest. You're so intent on my body, on my reactions or your own, you forget about what else there is."

"I don't understand what you mean."

"The brain is as sexual as anything else," Gibbs told him. "Sex isn't just about what feels good physically. It's about what's in here, too." He tapped Tony's forehead. "I know what turns you on physically. I know you have a thing for brunettes and women with more curves than not. I know you love my hands, the way they feel on you."

"Never denied that," Tony said wryly.

"Mmm. You know what else I know about you, Tony? I know you love the way it feels when I slide into you, that burn when you're not stretched open and you're not quite ready for me. The way you feel when I've got you pinned on the bed, your wrists over your head and your legs spread for me and your ass hot and tight around my dick. You love feeling helpless under me like that, don't you?"

"Gibbs--"

"But here's what I know that you don't, Tony. I know that when I look at you in the office, first thing in the morning, I remember what you look like in my bed, rumpled and sleepy, all spread out against my sheets. I know that when I smack you upside the head I'm remembering what your hair feels like when I've got my fingers tangled in it and you're on your knees for me. I know that sometimes I see you in the office and it's all I can do to keep from dragging you off to the nearest bathroom and taking you then and there."

Tony swallowed, his breath catching in his throat. "I'd do it," he whispered. "You know I would."

"You'd do anything I wanted," Gibbs said softly. "I know that. It's why you're here now, like this, hard as steel under those pants, aching to touch yourself and not quite daring to. You want to know what I'm going to say next, don't you? You want to know what else I think about?"

His mouth was dry; he just nodded.

"I think about this," Gibbs told him. "I think about keeping you like this, only naked, and bound, in my bed. Keeping you hard and on edge, teasing you, seeing how desperate I can make you, how much you can take before I let you come. I think about how much I'd love to turn your ass red sometimes, watch you writhe under my hand and listen to you beg me for more, until your skin's bright and hot and you're so sensitized you nearly come when I push into you. Sometimes I wonder how much you can take, if I could get my hand inside you."

"Oh, Jesus," Tony breathed, his cock jerking at the words. "Christ, Gibbs."

"I think about the way you look when you come, the way you feel against me after, when you're sated and tired and you just want to curl up in my arms and let me hold you. And I wonder if you know how to let yourself go, completely. To just give in. Would you do that for me, Tony? Would you give in to me?"

"Jesus," Tony managed. He squirmed on the bed, trying to find some kind of relief for his aching cock. "God, yes, anything..."

Gibbs laughed softly and stroked his fingers over Tony's hair. "What do you think about, Tony? What do you fantasize, when you're home alone and your dick's in your hand and you're jerking off? Who do you pretend you're with?"

Tony swallowed. "You," he whispered. "It's--it's you, Gibbs."

His lips were dry; he licked them, trying to work moisture back into his mouth. "The way your hands feel on me--God, the way you feel when you're inside me--I don't care. I don't--God, you want to tie me up? You want me at your mercy? I'd do it. I'd do anything. You want me on my knees in the bathroom at the office? I'd do that too. Anything, if it means I get your dick or your mouth or your hands on me."

He was so hard it hurt, his cock pressing against the unforgiving fabric of his jeans. Gibbs' palm pressed down over his fly, squeezing gently; Tony groaned and nearly came right then. "Gibbs..."

"One of these days, I bet I could get you to come without touching you," Gibbs whispered in his ear.

"Where's the fun in that?" Tony swallowed, trying not to arch into Gibbs' hand.

"You'll find out." The promise in Gibbs' voice made Tony bite back a whimper. "But today...no." He squeezed again and let go, unbuttoning the waist of Tony's jeans and drawing the zip down slowly. Tony nearly moaned with relief.

"You gonna come for me?" Gibbs asked, voice low. "Spill all over my hand? Wouldn't take much, would it?" He eased Tony's briefs down, releasing his cock; one callused finger traced up the underside, wiping away a drop of fluid. "Wouldn't take much at all," he murmured, wrapping his hand around Tony's cock. His thumb rubbed over the head and Tony gasped and twisted into his grip.

"Remember this tomorrow at work. When you see me, when you give me your report, I want you to remember this. Remember the way I had you on my bed, fully clothed, blindfolded, your dick in my hand, hard and desperate and so eager you'd do anything I wanted. Remember that. And remember that you still would. That if I told you to, you'd go on your knees for me in the bathroom, you'd bend over and let me fuck you in the elevator if I wanted. And think about the fact that you've told me I can do anything to you, Tony. Anything. Do you even know what that means? What you're letting yourself in for?" Gibbs bit his earlobe. His hand was hard and steady on Tony's cock, working him just enough to make him whimper but not quite enough to make him come.

"Please," he whispered. "God, please, Gibbs."

"Do it," Gibbs said softly. "Come for me." He twisted his hand, thumb rubbing over the head again.

The words, combined with the almost vicious twist of Gibbs' hand, were just enough. Tony gasped, arching off the bed as he came, a dull roar in his ears and spots in front of his eyes. "Jesus," he managed when he could speak again. "Fuck."

Gibbs laughed softly and took the blindfold off; Tony blinked a few times before his eyes adjusted. "What do you want now?" he asked, willing his limbs to feel less like overcooked linguine.

Gibbs reached out and brushed a finger over Tony's lips. "Your mouth."

He pushed himself up, crawling to kneel between Gibbs' legs. Gibbs was sitting up against the headboard, watching Tony with a look he couldn't read.

It still made him shiver.

Like him, Gibbs was still dressed. Tony grinned and lowered his head, rubbing his cheek against the bulge in Gibbs' pants. He undid them carefully, pushing them and Gibbs' boxers out of the way. "Do you think about this?" he asked softly. "About my mouth on you?"

"Yeah," Gibbs said huskily. "I do."

"Good." Tony bent his head and took Gibbs' cock into his mouth.

He loved this. He'd always loved this. Something about the dual combination of submission and power, something about the taste and scent and feel of a cock in his mouth--he didn't know what it was, didn't care. And it didn't really matter.

Gibbs groaned above him, his hands tangling gently in Tony's hair. Tony grinned to himself, sucking harder, taking as much as he could. He closed his eyes to focus better and wished for a moment that Gibbs had left the blindfold on.

Maybe another time.

He braced himself on his hands, his head bobbing as he moved. Behind his closed eyes, he allowed himself to imagine doing this at work, kneeling on the cold linoleum floor in the bathroom, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, Gibbs' hands in his hair, holding him, pulling him down, making him take more, deeper, until his jaw ached and his throat hurt and it was the only thing that mattered.

The thought alone made him groan around Gibbs' cock and Gibbs cursed under his breath. His hands tightened in Tony's hair, just shy of pulling it. "Tony--"

His mouth was starting to get tired but he ignored it, sucking as hard as he could, saliva flooding his mouth and making him swallow, again and again, easing up just enough not to choke. So close, just a little more--Gibbs gasped and froze and Tony swallowed for real, licking Gibbs' cock clean before kneeling up.

Gibbs was slumped back against the pillows, eyes closed, looking thoroughly debauched. Tony grinned and moved up next to him. He propped himself on an elbow, waiting until Gibbs opened his eyes. "You look far too pleased with yourself," Gibbs told him.

Tony just smiled again and kissed him.