Gibbs smirked as he watched his lover walk past the lab door, completely unaware of his surroundings. He stepped through the door and grabbed the younger man from behind, one hand clapping over the familiar and oh so tempting mouth, the other arm wrapping around the trim waist and pulling the young man backwards into the lab. He'd never been more grateful for Abby's romantic and kinky streaks than he was right now. She'd given him the use of her rooms, setting up the small air mattress and pillows for them in an area conveniently unobservable by the security cameras. He'd provided the picnic style lunch, at her urgings, and they weren't expected anywhere for an hour, possibly an hour and a half if he played it right. Tony opened his mouth to yell, gearing his body up to fight but just in time, he realized it was Gibbs. Turning in the other man's arms, he let his lover drag him into Abby's lab, laughing out loud at the setup. It was a happy laugh, of course. He wasn't about to mock his wish come true, a temporary bedroom in the privacy of the lab. Damn, but it was good to know crafty people in high places. He let the door close behind them before attacking his lover's mouth with a hungry kiss. It had been far too long and he was so glad they didn't have to wait seven or eight more hours. Still, Jethro was the one who had set this up, and Tony couldn't resist teasing him. "Just couldn't wait for me, huh?" he asked, sliding his arms around Jethro's waist. "I'm glad." "Brat," Jethro growled, cuffing Tony lightly to the back of the head. "I could just leave you here and take Abby out for lunch." He buried his fingers in Tony's thick hair, drawing him close and claiming the tempting lips in another deep kiss. He carefully maneuvered them down onto the carefully constructed nest, never breaking the contact between their lips. He sighed as Tony's weight settled in his lap. He finally broke the kiss, holding Tony tightly to him. "Missed you, Tony." "You too, Boss." He smiled warmly at the older man, extremely touched that Jethro had done this for him. Not being the sappy type, he expressed his gratitude as simply as he could. "Thanks for this." There was a lot of meaning behind those small words, and he was pretty sure Jethro would get it. If not, that was okay too. Jethro smiled at his lover. He reached around Tony and brought out the carefully prepared plate, setting it beside them. He selected one of the bite-sized little sandwiches that Abby had suggested and held it to Tony's lips. Oh, hey, they were actually going to eat. Tony could live with that. He wrapped his fingers around Jethro's wrist, more for the contact than because he thought Jethro would move his hand, and ate the small sandwich in two bites, coming back to nip and suck at Jethro's fingertips when the treat was gone. Following Jethro's lead, he took another sandwich and held it up to his lover's lips, smiling at the intimacy of their lunch. Jethro grinned, taking the sandwich from Tony's fingers carefully, before diving back in and deliberately sucking the long digits into his mouth. He slowly sucked at the fingers, his tongue swirling around the sensitive pads and lapping at the delicate webbing. He kept an arm firmly around Tony's waist, keeping his lover in his lap so the young man could feel just exactly how much Jethro wanted him. He released the fingers with a lewd pop, his eyes fixed on Tony's face. "Love you, Tony," he whispered into the stillness between them. Tony met Jethro's gaze, trailing his wet fingers over his lover's lips. Love, yeah, they did, but he was feeling a lot of lust right now. Instead of answering right away, he stole another kiss, tracing moist lips with his tongue. "Yours," he answered, which meant 'I love you, too' and so much more. Jethro closed his eyes, growling softly and nipping at Tony's lips. "Naked," he ordered, his breath hot against Tony's cheek, "now!" He moved the plate out of the way and reluctantly released Tony so the younger man could comply. He quickly shed his own clothing and dug into the picnic basket and brought out the lube and condoms, laying them beside the air mattress. There was an added excitement to doing this here, in the middle of where they worked, knowing that people were going about their day all around them and not having a clue what was going on here. No one except for Abby, who would probably tease them about it later in code, and he sure as hell wasn't going to be able to not think about this next time they came down to the lab for results. "You're an evil genius," he said as he scrambled out of his clothes. They only had a limited amount of time and no way was he wasting it on fumbling with his clothes. This whole thing was great, and anything they didn't have time for now, Tony was going to give Jethro double when they got home. "How do you want me?" Jethro thought through the possible answers to the loaded question before gesturing at the mattress. "I want to see your eyes, Tony. Want to watch you come undone for me." Tony smiled to himself, then up at Jethro, nodding as he settled on his back. The mattress felt different than the one he was used to, obviously, but not uncomfortable. He stretched his arms and legs out to the corners, spread-eagling himself so Jethro could see everything he wanted. There were very few people he trusted with his body like this, and even fewer he would trust to have him in this location. But that was what made them work so well together... trust. "Always do, Boss." Some people used Sir, some used Master, Tony used Boss. It would never have the same meaning for anyone else. Jethro closed his eyes a moment, working to get himself back under control. He sat beside his lover, looking his fill for long moments at the strong body spread out for him so trustingly. He leaned down and claimed the smiling mouth, pressing full length against Tony's naked body. He kissed his way down the younger man's neck, licking and nipping at it, careful not to leave marks he'd have to explain later. He pinned Tony down, loving the way the younger man bucked and twisted beneath him. He nipped at Tony's earlobe. "Relax," he soothed. "I'll make sure you get what you need, my own. Just relax." He ran his hand up and down Tony's flank, calming him. He drew back, his hips pressing against Tony's, bringing their erections into contact and making them both moan. "The things you do to me, Tony," he growled. He leaned down and latched onto a tight nipple, chewing lightly at the nub and reveling in the stifled sounds falling from Tony's mouth. More like the things Jethro did to him. Tony groaned, arching up into that warm, talented mouth. It wasn't warmth he was getting the most of, though, it was blunt, hard teeth and not-quite-pain. The pleasure shot straight to his cock and he rolled his hips up into it, restraining himself enough that he didn't seem impatient. And he wasn't, not really. Jethro would find the perfect pace for them both, Jethro would keep his eye on the clock, Jethro would take care of him. All Tony had to do was let Jethro drive him out of his mind. Jethro reached for the lube, twisting off the cap one-handed. He placed the open tube on Tony's chest teasing the younger man with its presence. Tony glanced down at the tube on his chest, then blinked up at Jethro. Lube meant being fucked, usually, but Jethro wasn't doing anything. Just looking at him. Tony licked his lips. "Want me to get myself ready, Boss?" Jethro grinned wickedly at Tony, nipping at the furred chest before answering. "You in a hurry, DiNozzo?" he asked in his best 'Boss' voice, one eyebrow raised in mock question. He reached down and ran a teasing finger up Tony's leaking cock. He bit his lip and then groaned, his lower lip tight between his teeth as his lover teased him. Guessed he was wrong then, so what was this... making him be patient when they had so little time to begin with? He could do that... Jethro wouldn't let them get caught or be late. He shook his head, an assurance that he wasn't in any hurry. "Didn't think so." He rewarded Tony with a kiss, licking gently at the lip so tightly caught between movie star perfect teeth. Finally Tony relaxed and he claimed a proper kiss, deep and passionate. Hot and messy with an abundance of tongue and teeth and need. He took up the lube and spread a little on his fingers. He placed the tube out of harm's way and ran his slickened finger between Tony's wide spread thighs, finding the core of his heat and teasing at it relentlessly. "I'll give you what you need, my own," he promised. He leaned back and watched as Tony's eyes darkened with lust. Sure he now had all of Tony's attention, even as the long body writhed on the soft surface, he pressed the slick finger slowly into Tony's tight heat. Jethro always managed to make him melt. Tony spread his legs wider apart, tilting his hips up to give Jethro's fingers better access. It was against his nature to lie completely still, so he helped. Just a little. Hopefully not too much. His eyes half-closed as those talented fingers found his prostate and pressed in, sending sparks of light behind his eyes. The whole time he gazed up at his lover, the rest of his body visibly relaxing except for his cock, which was getting harder with every press of Jethro's fingers. Jethro smiled as he felt Tony relax for him, trusting him to control this and still give them both what they needed. He stretched Tony slowly, teasing at his prostate as he opened his boy's body. Finally he felt Tony was ready. He moved, kneeling between Tony's spread thighs. He lifted the younger man's hips, positioning himself carefully against Tony's opening. He locked eyes with the young man as he slowly breached the lubed, but still tight, opening. A deep breath wasn't enough to prepare him for the intensity that always went along with this moment. It wasn't that it hurt, although it did a little, that was to be expected. It was just impossible to match the incredible sensation of Jethro's hard flesh pushing inside and filling him with solid warmth, an intimate connection that was so much more than the physical. His body shook with the effort to go slowly as he felt the familiar sensation of 'coming home' as he slid into Tony's heat. The expressive eyes widened and Jethro smiled reassuringly at his lover. He loved this moment, the way Tony welcomed him, opening for him with each slow push forward. He kept his eyes locked with Tony's, not wanting to miss a minute of the expressions flashing through those beautifully expressive eyes. He buried himself deep inside his haven from the world, the vessel of his strength and compassion, the man who reminded him Why they continued to struggle against the never-ending parade of pain and corruption and anguish. He could lose himself in the joy and love that Tony gave so freely. He set a slow, easy rhythm, loving the way the sensations built, each layering on the last, threatening to overwhelm him. But still he struggled to make it last, not wanting to lose this connection between them too soon. Tony's eyes were starting to glaze over but he managed to keep them locked on Jethro's. Taking his arms from behind his head, he brought them forward to reach for Jethro. Spread both hands over his lover's chest as he squeezed around the cock in his ass, groaning at the sensation. Even though they were fucking, he felt languid and relaxed, not in any hurry to come. Tony had excellent control, Jethro had helped him with that, but this was different. He was just... right there with Jethro, matching his rhythm. Jethro groaned as Tony's body tightened around him further. He could feel the need growing and thrust harder into Tony's heat. He leaned down, trapping Tony's cock between them and kissing his lover hard. "Love you, Tony," he purred into Tony's ear, his hips snapping forward, the pace increasing as he let the need take control. He lifted up, freeing his hips and allowing for a harder, faster thrust. He felt the sweat sliding down his back as he began to thrust deeper, needing to reassert his claim to this precious man. His breath came in harsh gasps as his thrust and retreat became relentless, angled to drag each thrust over Tony's prostate. He reached down and clasped Tony's erection, riding out the stuttering thrust the touch caused. "Let me see you, Tony. Give up your control for me," he growled. "Want to see that. Need to see that, handsome." He matched his thrusts to the firm strokes on Tony's cock. "Come on, my own. Give me that. Let me see you lose control for me." And just like that, Jethro could bring him to the edge and over it so easily. Tony pumped up into Jethro's hand, every thrust jarring his lover's cock against his prostate. His eyes rolled back in his head when he came, calling out Jethro's name. Jethro quieted the cry of his name in a deep kiss, releasing his own cry into Tony's keeping. He felt the spill of semen between them and shook as his own orgasm slammed into him. He clutched at Tony's shoulders as the aftershocks shivered through them both. He kissed his lover, slow, gentle kisses, deep and languid and full of love and contentment. He rolled them carefully, keeping himself buried inside his young lover as long as he could. They lay together for a long moments, simply listening to each other breathe. "We'll need to get moving, Tony, if we're gonna get cleaned up and back to work on time." He kissed Tony's forehead. "Thermos there is warm water and Abs said she'd leave a washcloth and towel for us as well." He didn't want to think about the details he'd owe the gothic tech. But for the time he'd gotten with his lover, he'd count it as worth it. Besides, he knew a few things about said tech and a certain older ME if she got too persistent. He smirked at the thought. He patted Tony's flank. "Come on. We've got enough time to clean up and finish a few of those sandwiches if you hurry." He lifted Tony's face and kissed the younger man gently. "And we can laze around this weekend after I wear you out tonight when we get home." He sealed the promise with a soft kiss. Tony sighed softly, content. It took his mind a few minutes to catch up with the sweet promise of those words and when they did, he slid a hand into Jethro's hair, the other resting on his lover's chest. "After this, I think you deserve to be worn out." There was something he wanted to ask for, but wasn't sure how to phrase it. He decided to take his best shot. "Let me... take care of you tonight? Make dinner and... and surprise you." He didn't know how yet, but he wanted to do something really nice for Jethro. Jethro smiled. "Sounds like a date, DiNozzo," he said, giving his lover another soft kiss. "Now. Up and dressed, or Abby will get even more of an eyeful than either of us want her to have." He smirked. "Not that she'd mind." He urged Tony up and found the thermos. He dampened the handtowel and cleaned them both, teasing his lover with playful touches. They dressed and finished a few of the remaining sandwiches and shared a quick cup of still warm coffee. Gibbs sent Tony back to work while he cleaned up the space Abby had created for them. He caught the younger man just before he left, drawing him close and kissing him. "I'm looking forward to tonight, Tony. I've," he looked away, unused to expressing himself so openly, but needing to make sure Tony knew. "I've missed you. Thank you for this." He claimed another quick kiss before sending Tony on his way. The rest of the day went slowly, but he helped entertain himself. The small, half-smile he wore had Kate and McGee wondering just what he was up to. Sometimes, life was pretty damn good.
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