Somehow, I seem to have written another NCIS fic. It's porn, or as porny as you can get without ever using the word penis or any of it synonyms. I'm not good at dirty talk. And it's also, hmm, fluffy, I believe is the word I'm looking for. As fluffy as Tony and Gibbs get, at least.
I have no idea if this works. The scene I see in my head is hot, but I'm not sure if I managed to transfer the hotness into words. I'd be very grateful for feedback and constructive criticism. But on to the fic:
Title: Rehumanize Yourself
Warnings: If you are not an adult, go away.
Spoilers: Set after “Red Cell”, minor spoilers for the end of the episode.
Summary: Because violence here is a social norm.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Title again stolen from The Police. I have no shame.
Archives: List archives yes, all others please ask.
The door is open when Tony enters, but for once Gibbs isn’t in the basement. Tony finds him sitting on the couch, a single lamp in the corner of the living room the only source of light, softening Gibbs’s profile. Tony can still see how tired Gibbs looks underneath the scratches and bruises on his face.
“Hey boss.” Tony greets him.
Gibbs keeps his eyes closed and doesn’t reply.
“So,” Tony says and sits down next to him. “Want me to take a look at those wounds?”
Now Gibbs turns his head and glares.
“Looks nasty, boss.” He reaches out to touch the bruise on Gibbs’s left cheek. Even in the semi-darkness he can see that it has become swollen and blue since the fight a few hours ago.
Gibbs bats his hand away.
“They are fine.”
“You sure, boss? Doesn’t look fine to me. Want me to get you some ice?” He is trying to touch with his other hand now, the right one still in Gibbs’s grip.
“No, DiNozzo! I do not want you to get me ice.” Gibbs must be the only person who can glare with his voice, just by emphasizing the words the way he does. He is sitting up now and seems genuinely annoyed, just as Tony expected.
“What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be out with some hot college girl?”
Tony keeps his smile at that remark to himself. Better not to provoke Gibbs any further.
“Cancelled it. College girls aren’t what they used to be.”
“Is that so?” Gibbs has turned around to face Tony completely now, and his eyes give nothing away. For a moment Tony wonders if Gibbs really wants to be left alone, but then Gibbs lets go of Tony’s hand and reaches up to his neck, burying his fingers in Tony’s hair.
“You know what I want, Tony?” The grip in his hair gets stronger as Gibbs pulls Tony’s head toward himself.
“I want to fuck you, Tony.” he whispers into Tony’s ear. Tony’s mouth is suddenly dry and he swallows. As much as he wants to have sex, he isn’t quite sure if it is such a good idea, considering Gibbs is probably bruised all over. And considering the mood he is in.
“Uhm, boss, I’m not…”
“Shut up, Tony.” Gibbs says, his voice rough. The hands in his hair hold Tony still, making it impossible for him to turn his head and evade Gibbs’s intense look.
“I really don’t…” before he can finish his sentence, Gibbs has moved in to kiss him, his tongue invading Tony’s mouth, teeth bumping against his lips, forcing Tony to open up for him. Tony doesn’t have a chance to kiss back; all he can do is go along with it, unable to move closer or to back away with his head in Gibbs’s strong grip. Gibbs’s other hand is at Tony’s groin now, and Tony can’t hide that he is achingly hard.
“Turn around.” Gibbs orders.
Tony is still dazed from the kiss, and when he doesn’t comply immediately, Gibbs takes him by the shoulders and spins him around. His face lands on the armrest of the couch with a smack, his ass is being pulled up and before he has time to get his hands out from underneath his body to support his weight, Gibbs is opening Tony’s jeans, one hand reaching into his boxers. Tony can’t suppress a groan when Gibbs’s fingers close around him.
Gibbs is kneeling behind him now, his upper body pressed so close against Tony that Tony couldn’t move away if he wanted to. He can feel Gibbs’s breath on his neck, panting and hot, Gibbs’s hand stroking him in the confined space of his jeans with more force than he is used to. It feels incredible.
“Tell me you want this, Tony.” Gibbs’s voice is calm, but the way he presses his still-clothed groin against Tony’s ass betrays how badly he wants Tony. The knowledge of this sends a wave of arousal through Tony’s body, and he trembles all over.
“Tony.” Gibbs is panting into Tony’s ear and pressing closer, but still waiting for an answer.
“I want this.” Tony grunts. He can hardly speak with his head in the armrest and Gibbs’s weight pushing him down. He feels Gibbs catch his breath, and then his jeans are being yanked down to his knees, a rough finger invading him. It hurts without lube and he hisses at the pain, but he also moves into the touch. He can’t remember being turned on that much in a long time.
“Oh god,” Gibbs groans. “Condom, DiNozzo.”
“Pocket,” he says into the armrest and Gibbs’s hand is there a second later, pulling the condom out of his jeans. He can hear a zipper and then the tear of the package and he pushes himself up on his hands, wanting to see Gibbs.
A hand at the small of his back pushes him down, but this time he can brace himself on the armrest before his face hits it again. A finger wet with spit touches him shortly, then Gibbs is pushing into him, hot, thick, splitting him in two. The condom is prelubed, but it still hurts more than he is used to. He presses his teeth together and waits for the pain to decrease, concentrating on relaxing for Gibbs. Gibbs’s hands hold Tony’s hips in a bruising grip, and then Tony feels the cold of Gibbs belt at his leg and he realizes that they are both still dressed.
“Oh god,” he thinks, and suddenly Gibbs is slipping all the way inside, hitting Tony’s prostate and the pain is forgotten.
“Tony.” Gibbs pants, pushing deeper.
White hot pleasure sparks inside him. “Move,” he wants to say but all that comes out is another moan. Gibbs starts fucking him, pulling out slowly and pushing in again with force, hitting Tony’s prostate every time. Tony thinks he is going crazy from the feeling, he wants to move into the touch, but Gibbs’s hands are still holding him down, each thrust pushing him deeper into the couch. Gibbs is making noises now, a desperate groan from deep within every time he pushes inside, and Tony tries to stop himself from moaning so he can listen to Gibbs, listen how he lets go. Gibbs’s belt buckle is digging painfully into his upper leg and he can’t decide if he wants to pull away from the pain of move into it, it’s too much, too fast. He needs more, needs to be touched, but he can’t let go of the armrest, not with Gibbs fucking him with such force, almost pushing him over the edge of the couch. He wants to spread his legs for Gibbs, surrender even more, feel Gibbs take possession of him, but with his jeans still around his knees he can’t even do that. And then Gibbs leans down again, his hand reaching around to touch Tony, stroking furiously, his breath hot and humid on Tony’s neck, biting down hard. All Tony can feel are Gibbs’s last erratic thrusts inside him and the teeth buried in his shoulder and then he is coming, all over Gibbs’s hand, himself and the couch.
“Fuck.” Gibbs says into his neck a few minutes later, after their breathing has calmed down a little.
“Just did.” Tony mumbles against the arm rest. He can’t suppress a little grunt of pain as Gibbs pulls out.
“Are you okay?” There’s real concern in Gibbs’s voice now. Tony summons the energy to turn around and look at him. They are both hot and sweaty, and Tony knows his face must be as red as Gibbs’s bruises from being pressed into the couch.
Gibbs wraps the used condom into a tissue and then turns to Tony again.
“Let me see that,” he says and tries to take a closer look at Tony’s neck. It hurts where Gibbs bit him, and Tony is sure that the spot will be dark and sore for days.
“I’m fine.” he says.
Gibbs looks at him helplessly. His hand comes up to caress Tony’s sweaty cheek, and then he kisses him again. This time the kiss is soft and gentle, teeth tenderly nipping at Tony’s lips, their tongues meeting carefully. Gibbs’s hands are all over Tony’s body, stroking along his sides, gently rubbing his nipples through the shirt he is still wearing.
“Tony, I’m …”
“It’s okay,” he interrupts. “Don’t worry.” He gets another slow kiss in response and settles back against the couch, Gibbs’s arms around him. Tony wraps his legs around Gibbs’s waist and waits for him to relax.
“Somehow, I don’t remember college ever being quite like this.” He says with a smile.
Gibbs’s hand comes up to smack Tony’s head automatically, but at the last moment he must have reconsidered, because he strokes through Tony’s hair instead and gives him another kiss, before he settles his head on Tony’s shoulder.
“Stay tonight.” Gibbs says.
Gibbs’s breath changes and Tony knows he is asleep. He puts his arms around him and pulls him closer.