ncisficathon | Contradictions, Gibbs/Tony, NC-17 (Reply)

Title: Contradictions
Authors:

sandersyager
Written for:

twoweevils
Characters: Gibbs/Tony
Word Count: 1633
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They're back to the same tricks.
Author's Notes: With apologies for the wait.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

The parking garage is dark, empty. They shouldn't be here. They should be anywhere but here. It's too risky, someone could walk in, someone could see, but it's nearly eleven o'clock at night on a Friday and no one's there except them and need won out over discretion.

Tony closes his eyes and leans his forehead against the cement of the wall and fights for breath. Gibbs hasn't been back two weeks and they're back to the same tricks, the same rough sex in almost out-of-the-way places. Two nights ago it was the bathroom, where he sucked Gibbs off and Gibbs jerked him off. Tonight, it's this.

Gibbs' pants are unfastened just enough, Tony's jeans are pulled down around his thighs, Tony's hands lie flat against the wall, Gibbs' fingers interlaced.

Tony panting harshly, the slap of Gibbs' balls against Tony's ass, those are the only sounds. There's barely enough lube, nowhere near enough prep, and Tony's cursing and trying to push back and saying "More, you fucker, more, I'm not some fucking pansy, give it to me, c'mon..."

What Tony is asking for is still one thing Gibbs can give him, and he does, a hard sucking kiss with more teeth than lip against his shoulder, and slightly syncopated thrusts, as deep as he can go and it still isn't quite enough.

Tony nearly growls in frustration. It's not enough, not what he needs, and he curls his hands into fists, tightening his fingers around Gibbs'. He's hard as steel, his shoulder throbs, Gibbs is fucking him deep enough he'll feel it for days and he won't--can't--come from this. He wrenches one hand free, reaching down to wrap around his cock, hoping that'll be enough to push him over the edge.

Gibbs shoves Tony's hand away, uses his shoulder to push him harder against the wall. "Didn't say you could do that." He curls his own fingers around Tony's cock, tight and sure. "Didn't tell you to move."

Tony slams his hand against the wall, gasping. Oh, fuck, it's that tone of voice, the one Gibbs only uses with him during sex. And god, yes, this is what he needs, and maybe it makes him a slut but he doesn't fucking care right now. "Fuck--Gibbs--" He tries to thrust into Gibbs' hand, into the grip that's just shy of painful. "Oh, fuck, fuck me, fuck me, make me come, c'mon..."

Gibbs twists his hand, jerking Tony roughly. "Is that what you want? Don't care who does this, do you?" He knows it's not true, knows Tony just wants to hear him talk, and his voice drops lower. "But you're going to remember that it was me. That I'm the one who makes you feel like this." He knows Tony is so close, so close to coming apart and he wants to see it.

Always, always Gibbs, no matter who fucks him it's always Gibbs he thinks of and he's going to remember this and oh, god, he's coming, flying apart, shaking and shuddering and gasping and hands clawing at the wall. Come splatters his belly, the rough cement, his knees go weak, and he sags for a moment, panting.

That's what Gibbs was waiting for, what he craves, the whole reason they ended up here. Tony letting go, and Gibbs there to hold him up, to take him apart, and they both know he'll put him back together later, but right now, right now Gibbs can feel the tension coiling inside, the world turning bright then gray and he comes hard, pressing Tony flush against the wall.

Tony feels boneless, liquid, and he leans against the wall, resting his cheek against the scratchy cement, feeling it cool against his heated skin. Gibbs is still inside him and Tony doesn't really want him to pull out, not yet, because pulling out means they have to start cleaning up and going back to reality and right now all he wants to do is relax in this golden state of not-quite-with-it, this hazy post-orgasm that he only ever gets with Gibbs.

Gibbs covers Tony's hand with his, threading their fingers together. He doesn't want to move, and knows they have to, that this is too risky, too exposed in too many ways. "Come home with me."

At first Tony doesn't think he's heard him correctly. He blinks, forcing himself to focus. that's new. Did Gibbs just say--and while Tony wants to say many, many things, things like "you're crazy" and "what about rule twelve?" and a flat out "no", what comes from his mouth is just "Okay".

Gibbs lets out a breath he didn't mean to be holding and pulls out of Tony carefully, tucking himself away and waiting while Tony pulls his jeans up. He might regret this and god knows there are a million reasons to keep things the way they are, but the simple fact is he wants it, wants Tony and this has gone on long enough.

Tony settles his clothes into place and pushes away from the wall, turning to face Gibbs. "Let's go," he says, knowing it's bravado, knowing he's got nothing else left at this point. "I didn't drive."

"Car's this way." Gibbs gives a jerk of his head and starts walking, knowing Tony will follow. The drive back to his place is short and he spends it waiting for Tony to change his mind, to ask him to stop, let him out, turn back. Anything but mostly for him to decide it was a mistake, another between them.

Tony spends the drive wondering what in the hell they're doing. Gibbs parks and they get out and go inside. The door's unlocked; big surprise. Tony shoves his hands into his pockets, not knowing what else to do with them. He doesn't have a clue what he's doing here, his stomach itches, and he wants a shower and about ten hours of sleep. He has no idea what he's going to get.

Gibbs realizes Tony's stopped when he reaches the hallway. "DiNozzo---Tony, you coming?" he asks, looking back at him. The uncertainty is a surprise, and Tony's not quite quick enough to hide it. Gibbs smiles, shaking his head. "Shower."

"Right." Tony nods and follows Gibbs up the stairs and into the bathroom. Gibbs turns on the water, hot if the steam is any indication, and Tony strips out of his clothes and ducks behind the shower curtain, Gibbs joining him a moment later. Oh, this feels good, and although the tub's not quite big enough for two of them they'll manage, Tony thinks, tipping his face up to the spray. He's decided not to think about how weird it is to be showering with Gibbs right now, because the water's hot and the pressure's good and he thinks there's soap around somewhere.

Gibbs rests a hand at Tony's hip, the other sliding over Tony's stomach, scrubbing gently. This is... this is why he brought him here. "Let me take care of you," he says softly, not sure Tony will hear him over the water. Might be better that way, easier. He kisses the bruise forming at Tony's shoulder, a bare brush of his lips against the impression of teeth, and maybe it's about the contrasts, the contradictions.

Rough and frantic to gentle and easy and all Tony can do is hold on for dear life as Gibbs washes him clean, as the soap slides over his skin. He tries to keep some kind of balance, just out of reflex, just in case Gibbs isn't done throwing curveballs at him yet, but God, he's tired, and Gibbs' hands feel so good. He sighs a little, his head dropping forward, and Gibbs' lips ghost over the nape of his neck. Tony closes his eyes, breathes in the scent of Ivory soap, and for now, just lets himself be.

Gibbs lets Tony stand under the hot water for a while after he puts down the soap, letting it rinse away tension, stress, whatever, before he reaches around him for the taps. Tony starts a little when the water shuts off, but he gets out easily enough and takes the faded towel Gibbs hands him, drying off quickly in the steamy air.

Gibbs dries off, tucking the towel around his hips as he crosses the hall to the bedroom, again trusting Tony to follow. He doesn't bother with the light, just pulls back the blankets, looking at Tony in the shadows. "Come here," he says quietly.

Tony crosses over to the bed, his own towel wrapped around his waist. "Yeah?" he asks, surprised when his own voice comes out a little rusty, a little hoarse. He doesn't think a bed's ever looked quite so inviting in his life.

Gibbs reaches up, hands on Tony's shoulders, the curve of his neck, as he leans up to kiss him. It's just this side of soft, just this side of wrong for the way they are, and maybe it's time to change that. Maybe it's time to just let this be. "You'll do," he whispers, a tiny smile curling his lips.

Tony grins. "Yeah," he says. "So'll you."

There's a lot there they aren't saying, a lot they aren't even going near, and none of it matters right now as they toss the towels on the floor and slide under the covers in the dark. Gibbs' bed is surprisingly comfortable, and the blankets are warm, and Tony's already half-asleep by the time Gibbs' arm comes over him to hold him. Tomorrow--well, tomorrow can take care of itself when it gets here, Tony decides around a yawn. Right now, his biggest concern is going to be making sure Gibbs doesn't steal the blankets in the middle of the night.