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Fic: Outskirts (NCIS, LJ Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo/Abby Scutio, FRAO)
Title: Outskirts
Author: Kathie/![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mistokath13
Word Count: 1,522
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/character: Jethro Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo/Abby Scutio
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Prompt: But he'll look so good as a woman... (prompted by kaylashay81)
Kink: crossdressing
Summary: It was a simple, elegant black skirt, the kind of skirt he loved to see on Abby.
Notes/Warnings: threesome. Crossdressing themes.
Many thanks to the usual suspects, the H and the L to my N, who read this over for me and provided me with the help I needed.
Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rounds_of_kink challenge.
~*~*~
It was black.
A black skirt.
There was nothing surprising about that fact. Abby had been the one who had picked it out, and as happy a personality she usually was, it wasn’t represented in her choice of colors for her clothes, Gibbs thought with a fond smile. If at all, Abby’s playfulness was represented in the vast array of cute skulls on her shirts and stuff like that.
There was nothing cute like that on this skirt. It was just a simple, elegant black skirt – the kind of skirt he loved seeing on her.
The kind of skirt he loved to brush up, to reveal milky, pale thighs that eagerly awaited the touch of his fingertips.
His hand reached out without his conscious decision, to touch the skirt. It felt silky and smooth under his calloused fingertips, and Gibbs could feel his arousal stir slightly at the feeling.
He remembered this silky feeling from the countless times he’d shoved a skirt up around Abby’s hips, to give himself or Tony access to her body – a memory rose to the forefront of his mind, unbidden: Tony, his slacks around his ankles, holding Abby up against the side of the boat, the muscle in his ass and thighs flexing tantalizingly as he pushed deep into Abby’s body, his face hidden against her throat, folds of slinky black fabric bunched up at her hips in between his clenched hands, one of Abby’s legs wrapped around Tony’s hip, pulling him closer and deeper into her with every thrust.
He remembered how he’d stepped up to Tony, pressing him into Abby with the whole weight of his body, and stilling his desperate thrusts. He remembered Tony’s pitiful moan of protest that quickly had turned into something else when Gibbs had dipped his head low to lick a broad stripe over his back, under the collar of the shirt Tony hadn’t taken off before sliding into the younger man, his hands joining Tony’s on Abby’s hip, to pull both his lovers even closer to himself.
He shifted slightly as the memories brought an almost uncomfortable tightness in his pants.
Even if he would be hard-pressed to admit it, he loved these rare moments when he had both Abby’s enthusiastic softness and Tony’s goofy athleticism for himself, and he would do anything to have an evening with the two of them.
Almost everything, he amended as his fingertips slid over the fabric of the skirt again.
But could he pull this off convincingly?
He knew that he didn’t need to do much to bring Abby on his side. She loved the idea, he knew that, and she would love the execution of this idea, no matter how it turned out.
Tony on the other hand…it would be a bit harder to persuade him.
But then, until he tried it, he wouldn’t know if it worked.
Decision made, he quickly set out to work on implementing his plan.
~*~*~
He’d expected to find them in the bedroom, but they were in the basement, sharing a bottle of wine and a quiet, comfortable laugh. Gibbs smiled at their carefree behavior while carefully walking down the stairs.
Abby saw him first, and he could pinpoint the exact moment her eyes swept down his body. She put down her glass and swallowed reflexively, her fingers reaching for Tony’s arm and tangling in the t-shirt he was wearing.
Tony, Gibbs admitted, he’d been nervous about, but when the younger man turned around to see what got Abby’s attention and just stopped to stare, he knew that he was at least intrigued.
He shrugged slightly as he reached the bottom of the stairs and resisted the urge to brush his hands down over his clothes. He wasn’t nervous. He didn’t need to be nervous.
The next thing he knew, Abby was flying in his arms, her full soft lips seeking out his. She tasted like rich red wine and something sweet underneath, and her tongue was hot and slick when he kissed her back and licked into her mouth.
Abby broke away from the kiss with a little gasp, but she didn’t step away from him. Instead, she snuggled up to his side, to make room for Tony.
Tony, who still stood where he had been all the time, rooted to the place, and hadn’t moved a single inch since catching a glimpse at Gibbs.
But then, Gibbs thought with a surge of satisfaction, he also hadn’t closed his mouth.
He grinned slightly at his younger lover and tilted his hips forward invitingly. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to break Tony out of his rigor. With three quick steps, Tony was right in front of him, his hands framed Gibbs’ face and he kissed him with the single-minded determination and focus that made him such a good agent. One of Tony’s hands slipped down, along his neck and over his chest, across the old, faded t-shirt Gibbs was wearing, and downwards.
To his hip.
To let his fingers grip black fabric tightly, clutching it and tugging at it.
Gibbs could feel the hem brush against the back of his thighs, and he raised the hand that wasn’t wrapped around Abby to tangle it in Tony’s shirt and haul him even closer.
He was vaguely aware of Abby slipping away from him, but he couldn’t concentrate on it as Tony’s tongue slipped into his mouth again and distracted him.
It distracted him enough to be surprised by the sudden move as Tony pulled him around, to press him into the boat, at almost the same spot where he’d fucked Abby, just a few days ago. His muscles tensed, and he was ready to wrestle Tony down, when his back hit the wooden planks and Tony groaned deep in his throat, bringing his consciousness back to the situation they were in.
Not an attack.
Tony’s hand slid up his thigh, and he could feel Abby’s hands joining in, running up under the black fabric he was wearing and to his growing arousal.
He tore his mouth away from Tony, only to find himself kissed by Abby again, who was massaging his cock through his clothes while Tony’s hands ran up and down his chest. Gibbs chuckled breathlessly as he kissed along Abby’s throat, tracing the spider web tattooed into her skin with his tongue and reached up with one hand, shoving her shirt and bra up, just far enough out of the way to give him access to her breasts. He sucked kisses along one of them, teasing her and running his tongue over her, until her fingers tangled into his hair and he was pulled off and into another deep kiss.
After the initial surge of arousal, everything else turned into a haze of arousal and satisfaction as he pushed Abby’s panties down and himself into her, and felt slippery fingers on and in his ass.
It wasn’t often that he allowed himself to give up control to his two lovers so completely, but he didn’t regret a single second as they spiraled higher and higher, rubbing against each other, kissing and licking, hands and tongues tracing soft skin over hard bone and muscle, until sensations swam together into a cacophony of emotions that brought them over the edge.
Gibbs didn’t know how long he stayed like this, leaned on one elbow to not squish Abby too much against the side of the boat, the wood smooth under his skin, like Abby’s skin, smooth like the material of the skirt that he was still wearing.
Tony stirred against his back and carefully pulled out before leaning against the boat as well. He gave Gibbs a small smile that nonetheless managed to light up his whole face.
“You really don’t make a pretty woman, boss,” he remarked.
Gibbs frowned at him and lifted his hand to give him a gentle slap on the back of his head.
“Next time,” he grumbled while trying to ignore the way Abby was still clinging to him, her hands brushing over the black material clinging to his hips, “You wear the skirt.”
Tony chuckled and shook his head, but Abby lifted her head from Gibbs’ chest to look at him speculatively.
“No, Abs.”
“But you’d look so good as a woman…” Abby pouted. “With the make-up and everything!” She looked at Gibbs with wide eyes. “Right, Jethro?”
Gibbs gave Tony a long look, sweeping from his feet up his muscular legs and his torso to his head. He could see Tony as a female, that much was for sure, he thought, and, as a small spike of arousal travelled through his insides, he imagined him wearing high heeled shoes, a dress, and make up.
“Right,” he grinned and pulled Tony into a open-mouthed kiss.
He knew that Tony couldn’t say no to them, just like he couldn’t say no to Abby and Tony.
It was working in their favor.
He leaned back and ran his hand through Tony’s hair while Abby took his place kissing Tony.
They would have Tony in the dress before the week was over.
~End.
Author: Kathie/
mistokath13Word Count: 1,522
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/character: Jethro Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo/Abby Scutio
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Prompt: But he'll look so good as a woman... (prompted by kaylashay81)
Kink: crossdressing
Summary: It was a simple, elegant black skirt, the kind of skirt he loved to see on Abby.
Notes/Warnings: threesome. Crossdressing themes.
Many thanks to the usual suspects, the H and the L to my N, who read this over for me and provided me with the help I needed.
Written for the
rounds_of_kink challenge.~*~*~
It was black.
A black skirt.
There was nothing surprising about that fact. Abby had been the one who had picked it out, and as happy a personality she usually was, it wasn’t represented in her choice of colors for her clothes, Gibbs thought with a fond smile. If at all, Abby’s playfulness was represented in the vast array of cute skulls on her shirts and stuff like that.
There was nothing cute like that on this skirt. It was just a simple, elegant black skirt – the kind of skirt he loved seeing on her.
The kind of skirt he loved to brush up, to reveal milky, pale thighs that eagerly awaited the touch of his fingertips.
His hand reached out without his conscious decision, to touch the skirt. It felt silky and smooth under his calloused fingertips, and Gibbs could feel his arousal stir slightly at the feeling.
He remembered this silky feeling from the countless times he’d shoved a skirt up around Abby’s hips, to give himself or Tony access to her body – a memory rose to the forefront of his mind, unbidden: Tony, his slacks around his ankles, holding Abby up against the side of the boat, the muscle in his ass and thighs flexing tantalizingly as he pushed deep into Abby’s body, his face hidden against her throat, folds of slinky black fabric bunched up at her hips in between his clenched hands, one of Abby’s legs wrapped around Tony’s hip, pulling him closer and deeper into her with every thrust.
He remembered how he’d stepped up to Tony, pressing him into Abby with the whole weight of his body, and stilling his desperate thrusts. He remembered Tony’s pitiful moan of protest that quickly had turned into something else when Gibbs had dipped his head low to lick a broad stripe over his back, under the collar of the shirt Tony hadn’t taken off before sliding into the younger man, his hands joining Tony’s on Abby’s hip, to pull both his lovers even closer to himself.
He shifted slightly as the memories brought an almost uncomfortable tightness in his pants.
Even if he would be hard-pressed to admit it, he loved these rare moments when he had both Abby’s enthusiastic softness and Tony’s goofy athleticism for himself, and he would do anything to have an evening with the two of them.
Almost everything, he amended as his fingertips slid over the fabric of the skirt again.
But could he pull this off convincingly?
He knew that he didn’t need to do much to bring Abby on his side. She loved the idea, he knew that, and she would love the execution of this idea, no matter how it turned out.
Tony on the other hand…it would be a bit harder to persuade him.
But then, until he tried it, he wouldn’t know if it worked.
Decision made, he quickly set out to work on implementing his plan.
~*~*~
He’d expected to find them in the bedroom, but they were in the basement, sharing a bottle of wine and a quiet, comfortable laugh. Gibbs smiled at their carefree behavior while carefully walking down the stairs.
Abby saw him first, and he could pinpoint the exact moment her eyes swept down his body. She put down her glass and swallowed reflexively, her fingers reaching for Tony’s arm and tangling in the t-shirt he was wearing.
Tony, Gibbs admitted, he’d been nervous about, but when the younger man turned around to see what got Abby’s attention and just stopped to stare, he knew that he was at least intrigued.
He shrugged slightly as he reached the bottom of the stairs and resisted the urge to brush his hands down over his clothes. He wasn’t nervous. He didn’t need to be nervous.
The next thing he knew, Abby was flying in his arms, her full soft lips seeking out his. She tasted like rich red wine and something sweet underneath, and her tongue was hot and slick when he kissed her back and licked into her mouth.
Abby broke away from the kiss with a little gasp, but she didn’t step away from him. Instead, she snuggled up to his side, to make room for Tony.
Tony, who still stood where he had been all the time, rooted to the place, and hadn’t moved a single inch since catching a glimpse at Gibbs.
But then, Gibbs thought with a surge of satisfaction, he also hadn’t closed his mouth.
He grinned slightly at his younger lover and tilted his hips forward invitingly. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to break Tony out of his rigor. With three quick steps, Tony was right in front of him, his hands framed Gibbs’ face and he kissed him with the single-minded determination and focus that made him such a good agent. One of Tony’s hands slipped down, along his neck and over his chest, across the old, faded t-shirt Gibbs was wearing, and downwards.
To his hip.
To let his fingers grip black fabric tightly, clutching it and tugging at it.
Gibbs could feel the hem brush against the back of his thighs, and he raised the hand that wasn’t wrapped around Abby to tangle it in Tony’s shirt and haul him even closer.
He was vaguely aware of Abby slipping away from him, but he couldn’t concentrate on it as Tony’s tongue slipped into his mouth again and distracted him.
It distracted him enough to be surprised by the sudden move as Tony pulled him around, to press him into the boat, at almost the same spot where he’d fucked Abby, just a few days ago. His muscles tensed, and he was ready to wrestle Tony down, when his back hit the wooden planks and Tony groaned deep in his throat, bringing his consciousness back to the situation they were in.
Not an attack.
Tony’s hand slid up his thigh, and he could feel Abby’s hands joining in, running up under the black fabric he was wearing and to his growing arousal.
He tore his mouth away from Tony, only to find himself kissed by Abby again, who was massaging his cock through his clothes while Tony’s hands ran up and down his chest. Gibbs chuckled breathlessly as he kissed along Abby’s throat, tracing the spider web tattooed into her skin with his tongue and reached up with one hand, shoving her shirt and bra up, just far enough out of the way to give him access to her breasts. He sucked kisses along one of them, teasing her and running his tongue over her, until her fingers tangled into his hair and he was pulled off and into another deep kiss.
After the initial surge of arousal, everything else turned into a haze of arousal and satisfaction as he pushed Abby’s panties down and himself into her, and felt slippery fingers on and in his ass.
It wasn’t often that he allowed himself to give up control to his two lovers so completely, but he didn’t regret a single second as they spiraled higher and higher, rubbing against each other, kissing and licking, hands and tongues tracing soft skin over hard bone and muscle, until sensations swam together into a cacophony of emotions that brought them over the edge.
Gibbs didn’t know how long he stayed like this, leaned on one elbow to not squish Abby too much against the side of the boat, the wood smooth under his skin, like Abby’s skin, smooth like the material of the skirt that he was still wearing.
Tony stirred against his back and carefully pulled out before leaning against the boat as well. He gave Gibbs a small smile that nonetheless managed to light up his whole face.
“You really don’t make a pretty woman, boss,” he remarked.
Gibbs frowned at him and lifted his hand to give him a gentle slap on the back of his head.
“Next time,” he grumbled while trying to ignore the way Abby was still clinging to him, her hands brushing over the black material clinging to his hips, “You wear the skirt.”
Tony chuckled and shook his head, but Abby lifted her head from Gibbs’ chest to look at him speculatively.
“No, Abs.”
“But you’d look so good as a woman…” Abby pouted. “With the make-up and everything!” She looked at Gibbs with wide eyes. “Right, Jethro?”
Gibbs gave Tony a long look, sweeping from his feet up his muscular legs and his torso to his head. He could see Tony as a female, that much was for sure, he thought, and, as a small spike of arousal travelled through his insides, he imagined him wearing high heeled shoes, a dress, and make up.
“Right,” he grinned and pulled Tony into a open-mouthed kiss.
He knew that Tony couldn’t say no to them, just like he couldn’t say no to Abby and Tony.
It was working in their favor.
He leaned back and ran his hand through Tony’s hair while Abby took his place kissing Tony.
They would have Tony in the dress before the week was over.
~End.