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kathierif_ficTitle: Penance
Author: Kathie
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: LJ Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo
Word Count: 1,733 words
Summary: This wouldn’t be nice and slow, Tony knew that. This would be hard and fast. It would be his punishment for flirting while he was on the job.
Author’s Notes: For Denryu, who wanted this. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo challenge, prompt “Penance/Punishment”.
~*+*~
Technically, Tony thought while rubbing the back of is head, he had just done what Gibbs had told him to do. He had tried to find out as much as possible about their suspect, and he’d done it exactly the way he had always done. He knew how to do his job best: by talking to the man’s roommate, who, coincidentally, was a cute blonde with legs that almost reached all the way up to her neck.
She’d been gorgeous, and she had known it. So what if Tony had flirted with her a little? He’d just made sure that she trusted him and told him what he needed to know.
He had only done what Gibbs had told him to do.
And of course he’d given her his phone number, in case she’d remember something else about her roommate. Every agent worth his salary would have done that. It was a standard procedure. It wasn’t his fault Fortuna – and who named their kid Fortuna, in the first place? – had been infatuated with him, even if he couldn’t blame her for her taste.
It wasn’t his fault that she kept calling in the attempt to lure Tony back to her apartment, to look for more evidence, as she’d put it with a seductive tone in her voice.
It had been a very nice offer, he thought now, his own hand still lifted to the back of his head to soothe the slight sting of Gibbs’ slap. It was just his bad luck that Gibbs had been standing directly behind him when Fortuna had called.
Or that McGee had told Gibbs that it hadn’t been the first call of this kind.
And Gibbs didn’t like this kind of distraction at work.
“DiNozzo!”
There it was, he thought, the impatient call from the older man, from the general direction of the elevators.
“Coming, Boss,” he replied and hurried to catch up with Gibbs.
Gibbs didn’t like waiting, either.
A shiver of anticipation ran up his spine as soon as Gibbs flicked the switch to make the elevator stop between floors. It was just the two of them, and Tony licked his lips and swallowed against the sudden dryness in his mouth.
This was what he’d secretly been waiting for all the time; what he’d hoped for when giving his number to a gorgeous woman like Fortuna.
This.
Gibbs was glaring at him and crowding him against the cool elevator wall. Tony could feel his body heat through the layers of clothing separating them, and it made him drop his eyes submissively, staring at the point where Gibbs’ strong chest brushed against his with every breath they took. It was better than staring into Gibbs’ icy blue eyes, no doubt about that, he thought.
Gibbs’ voice, when it came, was silky and smooth.
“Turn around.”
Tony flinched, but he did as he was told. It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected this, he knew. He was perfectly aware of Gibbs’ jealous streak, and he had counted on something like this to happen.
He had hoped for it.
But the reality of things was so different from his wildest fantasies. It was so much better, and all he could do when he felt Gibbs’ hands at the fly of his pants was whimper pitifully and spread his legs as wide as he could. Gibbs pushed his pants down to his knees, thereby hindering him somewhat, but Tony didn’t care as he leaned his elbows against the wall and rested his forehead on his folded arms.
It wouldn’t be nice and slow, he knew that. This would be hard and fast. It would be his punishment for flirting while he was on the job.
It was his punishment, and he gladly accepted it.
Gibbs’ fingers were rough and warm on his ass while positioning him to the older man’s preferences, pushing and pulling, blunt nails grazing the sensitive skin occasionally. Tony didn’t dare saying anything. He didn’t feel the need to do it. From the second Gibbs had undone the first button of his pants and had shoved his hand past the waistband of Tony’s underwear, he had been hard and leaking, smearing clear fluid over Gibbs’ palm when he had brushed the tip of Tony’s dick.
He could hear the jingle of Gibbs’ belt buckle and took a deep breath as the anticipation of the things to come made his mouth go dry. He forced his entire body to relax while waiting for Gibbs.
It was a punishment, not a cuddle party; and while Gibbs wasn’t trying to hurt him, he also wasn’t going out of his way to make sure Tony was stretched and comfortable.
This wasn’t gentle lovemaking.
Punishment, he reminded himself. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy this. He was supposed to do penance for his sins, promise to do better in future, and not forget the lesson he had been taught.
This was fucking at its most basic form, hard, fast, and dirty, and the only thing that counted was giving Gibbs his satisfaction.
Tony arched his back suggestively when he felt the hot, hard flesh brush against his ass, against his hole, and slowly force its way into him. It burned, but the small pain was quickly ignored and became unimportant the moment Gibbs’ teeth brushed against his shirt-covered shoulder and his broad, calloused hands slid up Tony’s stomach, to pull him back. The touch was enough to make him moan, and Tony pushed back, eager to be filled and to give Gibbs what he wanted.
Gibbs grunted quietly into his shoulder and set a fast, punishing rhythm. Tony pushed back as much as he could and squirmed a little until Gibbs hit that perfect spot, deep inside of him, to make sparks fly off his nerve endings. He bit down on his forearm to muffle his moans, while reminding himself firmly that this wasn’t for his enjoyment.
This was his penance.
Gibbs was hot and big and perfect, pushing into him, stretching him wide, using him, and Tony felt his toes curl in his boots and his fingers scrabble against the cool metal of the wall in front of him. The blood was rushing in his ears, almost covering the harsh breathing that filled the elevator. He didn’t know if it was Gibbs’ or his own breathing, and he didn’t care. He just cared for the sensations running through his body and centering low in his balls, making them tighten and pull up.
It was his punishment, but it still felt too good to really be one, Tony thought haphazardly and reached down with one of his hands to close a fist loosely around his own dick while tightening his muscles around the cock brushing over his prostate. He stroked himself lazily, knowing that he shouldn’t. He wasn’t here to have fun, after all.
Gibbs’ hands tightened on his hips, pulling him back sharply, and he pounded into Tony at a different but still very satisfying angle. Tony couldn’t bite back the gasp that escaped him, and Gibbs’ rhythm faltered slightly, his hips stuttering and his grip on Tony tightening as orgasm overwhelmed him and left him momentarily breathless.
Tony hummed as he pushed slightly back, his own hand still stroking gently on his own dick. Gibbs’ hands softened and languidly brushed down his thighs, over the coarse hair covering his skin while he caught his breath.
Tony expected him to pull out, fix his clothing and make sure that Tony was dressed as well before returning to work. After all, they were still on the clock, and Gibbs was very correct about things like that, and they still had a suspect to find. When Gibbs continued to brush his hands gently over Tony’s stomach for a moment, it was already very surprising.
“Boss?” he asked, his voice creaking. He coughed and turned his head, to look at the older man. “Boss?”
Gibbs chuckled and curled his hand around Tony’s hip once more, keeping him still while he pulled out. Tony winced slightly at the sensation, but a few deep breaths made him forget about it soon.
“What are you doing?” he asked curiously when Gibbs let his fingers brush over his ass, spreading his cheeks and exposing him to the older man’s eyes. He didn’t mind being seen by him like this, even spread his legs a tiny fraction wider.
“Your punishment,” Gibbs said, his voice perfectly calm, and slipped something into Tony’s still stretched hole. Tony frowned and tightened his muscles instinctively around the object. It was hard, plastic probably, smooth, and it didn’t budge, no matter how much he shifted. Instead, it pressed into his prostate, making his breath hitch.
“Punishment?” Tony gasped and tried to get his breathing and his racing heartbeat under control. This was new. This was unexpected.
It was so utterly and completely Gibbs he could only stand and stare.
“Yep,” Gibbs calmly said and fixed his clothing. “Stop flirting during work.”
He flipped the switch, putting the elevator back in motion, while Tony could only stare at him in disbelief.
Belatedly, he realized that his pants were still hanging around his knees, and he quickly pulled them and zipped them again. The plug shifted in him, causing all kinds of sensations to run through his body, and he moaned softly.
It was torturous, but it was so perfect at the same time, he couldn’t find it in him to complain about the fact that he had to wear this now.
“That,” Gibbs said with quiet intensity in his voice, “doesn’t come out until we’re home tonight.” He squeezed Tony’s ass briefly, and all Tony could do was nod.
“Yes, Boss,” he said. “Love you, Boss.”
For a moment, it looked as if Gibbs wanted to return the sentiment, but then he only squeezed Tony’s ass again. It was enough. He didn’t need to say the words for Tony to understand.
The doors to the elevator opened and the two men stepped out, showing not a sign of what had happened between them. Again, they were just two coworkers, boss and subordinate, and not two people who shared more.
When Tony stepped up to his desk again, the phone started to ring.
Fortuna.
Perfect.
Tony quickly hid his grin.
Maybe he would be lucky, and the plug would, indeed, come out before they would return home…
~End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: LJ Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo
Word Count: 1,733 words
Summary: This wouldn’t be nice and slow, Tony knew that. This would be hard and fast. It would be his punishment for flirting while he was on the job.
Author’s Notes: For Denryu, who wanted this. Written for the
kink_bingo challenge, prompt “Penance/Punishment”.~*+*~
Technically, Tony thought while rubbing the back of is head, he had just done what Gibbs had told him to do. He had tried to find out as much as possible about their suspect, and he’d done it exactly the way he had always done. He knew how to do his job best: by talking to the man’s roommate, who, coincidentally, was a cute blonde with legs that almost reached all the way up to her neck.
She’d been gorgeous, and she had known it. So what if Tony had flirted with her a little? He’d just made sure that she trusted him and told him what he needed to know.
He had only done what Gibbs had told him to do.
And of course he’d given her his phone number, in case she’d remember something else about her roommate. Every agent worth his salary would have done that. It was a standard procedure. It wasn’t his fault Fortuna – and who named their kid Fortuna, in the first place? – had been infatuated with him, even if he couldn’t blame her for her taste.
It wasn’t his fault that she kept calling in the attempt to lure Tony back to her apartment, to look for more evidence, as she’d put it with a seductive tone in her voice.
It had been a very nice offer, he thought now, his own hand still lifted to the back of his head to soothe the slight sting of Gibbs’ slap. It was just his bad luck that Gibbs had been standing directly behind him when Fortuna had called.
Or that McGee had told Gibbs that it hadn’t been the first call of this kind.
And Gibbs didn’t like this kind of distraction at work.
“DiNozzo!”
There it was, he thought, the impatient call from the older man, from the general direction of the elevators.
“Coming, Boss,” he replied and hurried to catch up with Gibbs.
Gibbs didn’t like waiting, either.
A shiver of anticipation ran up his spine as soon as Gibbs flicked the switch to make the elevator stop between floors. It was just the two of them, and Tony licked his lips and swallowed against the sudden dryness in his mouth.
This was what he’d secretly been waiting for all the time; what he’d hoped for when giving his number to a gorgeous woman like Fortuna.
This.
Gibbs was glaring at him and crowding him against the cool elevator wall. Tony could feel his body heat through the layers of clothing separating them, and it made him drop his eyes submissively, staring at the point where Gibbs’ strong chest brushed against his with every breath they took. It was better than staring into Gibbs’ icy blue eyes, no doubt about that, he thought.
Gibbs’ voice, when it came, was silky and smooth.
“Turn around.”
Tony flinched, but he did as he was told. It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected this, he knew. He was perfectly aware of Gibbs’ jealous streak, and he had counted on something like this to happen.
He had hoped for it.
But the reality of things was so different from his wildest fantasies. It was so much better, and all he could do when he felt Gibbs’ hands at the fly of his pants was whimper pitifully and spread his legs as wide as he could. Gibbs pushed his pants down to his knees, thereby hindering him somewhat, but Tony didn’t care as he leaned his elbows against the wall and rested his forehead on his folded arms.
It wouldn’t be nice and slow, he knew that. This would be hard and fast. It would be his punishment for flirting while he was on the job.
It was his punishment, and he gladly accepted it.
Gibbs’ fingers were rough and warm on his ass while positioning him to the older man’s preferences, pushing and pulling, blunt nails grazing the sensitive skin occasionally. Tony didn’t dare saying anything. He didn’t feel the need to do it. From the second Gibbs had undone the first button of his pants and had shoved his hand past the waistband of Tony’s underwear, he had been hard and leaking, smearing clear fluid over Gibbs’ palm when he had brushed the tip of Tony’s dick.
He could hear the jingle of Gibbs’ belt buckle and took a deep breath as the anticipation of the things to come made his mouth go dry. He forced his entire body to relax while waiting for Gibbs.
It was a punishment, not a cuddle party; and while Gibbs wasn’t trying to hurt him, he also wasn’t going out of his way to make sure Tony was stretched and comfortable.
This wasn’t gentle lovemaking.
Punishment, he reminded himself. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy this. He was supposed to do penance for his sins, promise to do better in future, and not forget the lesson he had been taught.
This was fucking at its most basic form, hard, fast, and dirty, and the only thing that counted was giving Gibbs his satisfaction.
Tony arched his back suggestively when he felt the hot, hard flesh brush against his ass, against his hole, and slowly force its way into him. It burned, but the small pain was quickly ignored and became unimportant the moment Gibbs’ teeth brushed against his shirt-covered shoulder and his broad, calloused hands slid up Tony’s stomach, to pull him back. The touch was enough to make him moan, and Tony pushed back, eager to be filled and to give Gibbs what he wanted.
Gibbs grunted quietly into his shoulder and set a fast, punishing rhythm. Tony pushed back as much as he could and squirmed a little until Gibbs hit that perfect spot, deep inside of him, to make sparks fly off his nerve endings. He bit down on his forearm to muffle his moans, while reminding himself firmly that this wasn’t for his enjoyment.
This was his penance.
Gibbs was hot and big and perfect, pushing into him, stretching him wide, using him, and Tony felt his toes curl in his boots and his fingers scrabble against the cool metal of the wall in front of him. The blood was rushing in his ears, almost covering the harsh breathing that filled the elevator. He didn’t know if it was Gibbs’ or his own breathing, and he didn’t care. He just cared for the sensations running through his body and centering low in his balls, making them tighten and pull up.
It was his punishment, but it still felt too good to really be one, Tony thought haphazardly and reached down with one of his hands to close a fist loosely around his own dick while tightening his muscles around the cock brushing over his prostate. He stroked himself lazily, knowing that he shouldn’t. He wasn’t here to have fun, after all.
Gibbs’ hands tightened on his hips, pulling him back sharply, and he pounded into Tony at a different but still very satisfying angle. Tony couldn’t bite back the gasp that escaped him, and Gibbs’ rhythm faltered slightly, his hips stuttering and his grip on Tony tightening as orgasm overwhelmed him and left him momentarily breathless.
Tony hummed as he pushed slightly back, his own hand still stroking gently on his own dick. Gibbs’ hands softened and languidly brushed down his thighs, over the coarse hair covering his skin while he caught his breath.
Tony expected him to pull out, fix his clothing and make sure that Tony was dressed as well before returning to work. After all, they were still on the clock, and Gibbs was very correct about things like that, and they still had a suspect to find. When Gibbs continued to brush his hands gently over Tony’s stomach for a moment, it was already very surprising.
“Boss?” he asked, his voice creaking. He coughed and turned his head, to look at the older man. “Boss?”
Gibbs chuckled and curled his hand around Tony’s hip once more, keeping him still while he pulled out. Tony winced slightly at the sensation, but a few deep breaths made him forget about it soon.
“What are you doing?” he asked curiously when Gibbs let his fingers brush over his ass, spreading his cheeks and exposing him to the older man’s eyes. He didn’t mind being seen by him like this, even spread his legs a tiny fraction wider.
“Your punishment,” Gibbs said, his voice perfectly calm, and slipped something into Tony’s still stretched hole. Tony frowned and tightened his muscles instinctively around the object. It was hard, plastic probably, smooth, and it didn’t budge, no matter how much he shifted. Instead, it pressed into his prostate, making his breath hitch.
“Punishment?” Tony gasped and tried to get his breathing and his racing heartbeat under control. This was new. This was unexpected.
It was so utterly and completely Gibbs he could only stand and stare.
“Yep,” Gibbs calmly said and fixed his clothing. “Stop flirting during work.”
He flipped the switch, putting the elevator back in motion, while Tony could only stare at him in disbelief.
Belatedly, he realized that his pants were still hanging around his knees, and he quickly pulled them and zipped them again. The plug shifted in him, causing all kinds of sensations to run through his body, and he moaned softly.
It was torturous, but it was so perfect at the same time, he couldn’t find it in him to complain about the fact that he had to wear this now.
“That,” Gibbs said with quiet intensity in his voice, “doesn’t come out until we’re home tonight.” He squeezed Tony’s ass briefly, and all Tony could do was nod.
“Yes, Boss,” he said. “Love you, Boss.”
For a moment, it looked as if Gibbs wanted to return the sentiment, but then he only squeezed Tony’s ass again. It was enough. He didn’t need to say the words for Tony to understand.
The doors to the elevator opened and the two men stepped out, showing not a sign of what had happened between them. Again, they were just two coworkers, boss and subordinate, and not two people who shared more.
When Tony stepped up to his desk again, the phone started to ring.
Fortuna.
Perfect.
Tony quickly hid his grin.
Maybe he would be lucky, and the plug would, indeed, come out before they would return home…
~End.