And It Was A Dream, And It Was A Fantasy 7/?
Completely AU - set in WW1 or WW2 - take your pick. Blame it on Elton John's "New Fever Waltz" (new from "The Diving Board")
They searched the war torn structure for anything - signs of life, food, ammunition. The building seemed to be already thoroughly pillaged of anything useful. Exhausted they collapsed side by side, in what was once the grand ballroom of the stately manor. “I’m sorry, Sir. There is nothing left here. It’s all gone.”
“We’ve done what we could. Take this minute to rest, you’ve earned it.” Gibbs chanced a look at his second. Tony was spent. He was too young to be involved in this war. Hell, Gibbs didn’t want to spare his own life for this mission, he had a family at home to care for, but he surely didn’t want to see a boy he had grown to love do so.
“I’ll be just a moment. Thank you, Sir. I’m sorry, and I know apologies are a sign of weakness, but I am not feeling strong right now.”
“S’ok. I’ll watch out for us both.”
Tony took off his jacket, bundled it into a pillow and slumped down on the floor of the structure falling asleep almost immediately. Gibbs just nodded and stroked his hair a few times before getting up to do another sweep of the property.
Gibbs found a radio in pantry of the kitchen and attempted to coax it to life. He was rewarded with just a few minutes of news proclaiming the war was over, the Allies were victorious. Swiping his hand over his face to erase any emotion tied to that statement, he made his way back to his Second to tell him of the news.
He found the man (boy, really) in the throes of a nightmare, trying to scream and thrashing to get away from his invisible foe, his voice hoarse and body twitching. “Tony!” Gibbs ran to him and knelt beside him. “Tony, wake up. It’s over. The war is over.” He pulled the younger man onto his lap and held him.
The younger man struggled for a minute, not knowing where he was or who had captured him and he fought to get away. Gibbs loosened his grip, letting Tony fully waken and watched as realization dawned on him. “It’s over? Truly over? Are you sure?”
Gibbs moved over to give him room. “Yes. Got a radio to work for about a minute and that was what they reported. We can go home now.”
“Home…” Tony’s speech was wistful but his body language didn’t hold the same countenance.
“Yeah, I know. I miss it too. Soon though.”
“Yeah.”
Gibbs didn’t miss the trepidation in that one word. He wanted to ask why but felt it wasn’t the time.
Tony shook off whatever feelings he was ensconced with and declared, “We should celebrate!” He got to his feet and held his hand out to help Gibbs up.
“And just how should we do that, Tony?” Gibbs took his proffered hand and rose to his feet.
“Dance.” He held onto Gibbs’ hand and pulled him closer wrapping his other arm around his waist before the older man could protest. Slowly he started moving, humming more to himself but then Gibbs joined in as they waltzed around the ruined ballroom. Gibbs took the lead and spun them around to the music only heard in their heads managing to avoid the rubble created by past assaults.
Tony leaned in, laid his head on Gibbs’ shoulder and let the man move him around the floor, breathing in his scent. Minutes passed as they were lost in each other, in the world they created.
Tony whispered at the same time Gibbs intoned, “I don’t want to do this without you.”
“We’ve got tonight. Let’s worry about tomorrow later.”
Tony raised his head and looked into Gibbs’ eyes searching for something. What he was looking for was there, buried deeply but there nonetheless. His breath hitched as he leaned in closer, their lips all but touched. Tony looked at him once more, saw the imperceptible nod, and brushed his lips against Gibbs’.
Lack of response made him pull back, worried he had stepped over a line but when he opened his eyes he saw Gibbs standing there, eyes closed, lips parted as if he waiting for more. Tony licked his lips and moved in a second time. He opened his mouth slightly capturing Gibbs’ lower lip. He sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue over it tasting him until he felt his jaw drop open just a bit, allowing his tongue to dart in and caress Gibbs’, deepening the kiss.
They stayed that way for minutes and then Tony eventually steered them over against a wall to give him better purchase. He eased his hand away from his back and let them ghost over the older man’s torso. His thumbs ran over Gibbs’ nipples coaxing them into hardened nubs ready to be sucked on, which was exactly what Tony did. Tony’s assault left Gibbs breathless and keening for more as Tony descended upon him and ripped open his shirt to latch on to a hardened nub. He scraped it with his teeth and sucked hard moving to the other one giving it the same attention. Gibbs was done. Any authority he commanded at the beginning had melted and he gave himself to Tony without question.
Tony’s hand began to run over the front of Gibb’s trousers, his hard cock strained to be released. Popping the buttons that held him hostage, Tony took hold of Gibbs’ cock and began to stroke it softly.
Flipping them around so that Tony was against the wall, Gibbs growled out, “Harder. Please, stroke me harder.” He thrust against Tony’s hand with growing need.
Tony found Gibbs’ mouth again and kissed him. “Taste you. I want to taste you. Suck you. Please.”
Tony turned them around again and dropped to his knees pulling down the remains of any fabric in his way. He grasped Gibbs’ cock in his right hand, his left sliding up his thigh as he nuzzled it, his tongue flicking out in intervals until he reached the head. He licked him clean of any pre-cum, pressing his tongue against his slit and sucked him into his mouth. His throat muscles contracted and relaxed and Gibbs felt as if he were going to be swallowed whole.
“Fuck, yes! Tony, suck me. Don’t stop - eat my cock! Feels so good. Gonna fuck your mouth. Swallow me. Oh, shit!” He grabbed Tony by the hair to still his movements while he thrust his cock in and out of Tony’s mouth. “Yes! Suck it, boy!” Fuck me YES!”
Tony was stock still as Gibbs continued to piston in and out of his open mouth. He swallowed continuously, mainly to keep from gagging but the effect it was having on Gibbs drove him wild. Tony reached up to play with Gibbs’ balls and that was the undoing. Gibbs tightened his grip on Tony’s hair and thrust deeply finding his release as Tony continued to swallow around him. He pulled out and watched as Tony searched for him, his eyes closed, still making the suckling movements with his lips and throat. He grabbed Tony’s hand, pulled him up to a standing position before him, and captured his mouth.
He felt Tony shaking and turned them so Tony’s back was against the brick wall. A few firm strokes and a well placed nip under his right ear had Tony coming hard, and Gibbs had to silence his cries of pleasure by placing his hand over Tony’s mouth while he continued to assault the younger man’s neck.
The younger man’s knees buckled and his back scraped down the wall as Gibbs tried to keep him from falling face first into the broken tiled floor of the abandoned ballroom. Gibbs placed Tony’s head between his knees and stood up to redress himself having heard an approaching vehicle.
Gibbs peered through a broken window and determined the strangers friendly. He stepped out of the structure to make their presence known.
“Gunny! You alone?”
“No. My Second is inside. The building is secure.”
“War’s over, haven’t you heard? Need a ride?”
“Yeah. Let me get him.”
Gibbs walked back into the building, “Tony - come on. We have a ride home. They’re waiting.”
Gibbs’ eyes honed in to the place he left Tony and found him still in the same position he left him.
“Tony! Get up, Boy! They won’t wait forever.” Tony still didn’t move.
“Sergeant! On your feet!”
Gibbs bent down and took Tony’s pulse. It was weak and when he raised his head and lifted his eyelid, he could tell something was terribly wrong.
“Medic!” Gibbs started to yell. “Medic! We need a medic here!”
Gibbs yanked on Tony’s chin to start the resuscitation process when he noticed the un-dissolved tablet particles still clinging to his teeth. He drew back and let the air he drew in his lungs dissipate. There wouldn’t be a second chance. He gathered Tony is in arms and pulled him close. “I’m so sorry.”
They searched the war torn structure for anything - signs of life, food, ammunition. The building seemed to be already thoroughly pillaged of anything useful. Exhausted they collapsed side by side, in what was once the grand ballroom of the stately manor. “I’m sorry, Sir. There is nothing left here. It’s all gone.”
“We’ve done what we could. Take this minute to rest, you’ve earned it.” Gibbs chanced a look at his second. Tony was spent. He was too young to be involved in this war. Hell, Gibbs didn’t want to spare his own life for this mission, he had a family at home to care for, but he surely didn’t want to see a boy he had grown to love do so.
“I’ll be just a moment. Thank you, Sir. I’m sorry, and I know apologies are a sign of weakness, but I am not feeling strong right now.”
“S’ok. I’ll watch out for us both.”
Tony took off his jacket, bundled it into a pillow and slumped down on the floor of the structure falling asleep almost immediately. Gibbs just nodded and stroked his hair a few times before getting up to do another sweep of the property.
Gibbs found a radio in pantry of the kitchen and attempted to coax it to life. He was rewarded with just a few minutes of news proclaiming the war was over, the Allies were victorious. Swiping his hand over his face to erase any emotion tied to that statement, he made his way back to his Second to tell him of the news.
He found the man (boy, really) in the throes of a nightmare, trying to scream and thrashing to get away from his invisible foe, his voice hoarse and body twitching. “Tony!” Gibbs ran to him and knelt beside him. “Tony, wake up. It’s over. The war is over.” He pulled the younger man onto his lap and held him.
The younger man struggled for a minute, not knowing where he was or who had captured him and he fought to get away. Gibbs loosened his grip, letting Tony fully waken and watched as realization dawned on him. “It’s over? Truly over? Are you sure?”
Gibbs moved over to give him room. “Yes. Got a radio to work for about a minute and that was what they reported. We can go home now.”
“Home…” Tony’s speech was wistful but his body language didn’t hold the same countenance.
“Yeah, I know. I miss it too. Soon though.”
“Yeah.”
Gibbs didn’t miss the trepidation in that one word. He wanted to ask why but felt it wasn’t the time.
Tony shook off whatever feelings he was ensconced with and declared, “We should celebrate!” He got to his feet and held his hand out to help Gibbs up.
“And just how should we do that, Tony?” Gibbs took his proffered hand and rose to his feet.
“Dance.” He held onto Gibbs’ hand and pulled him closer wrapping his other arm around his waist before the older man could protest. Slowly he started moving, humming more to himself but then Gibbs joined in as they waltzed around the ruined ballroom. Gibbs took the lead and spun them around to the music only heard in their heads managing to avoid the rubble created by past assaults.
Tony leaned in, laid his head on Gibbs’ shoulder and let the man move him around the floor, breathing in his scent. Minutes passed as they were lost in each other, in the world they created.
Tony whispered at the same time Gibbs intoned, “I don’t want to do this without you.”
“We’ve got tonight. Let’s worry about tomorrow later.”
Tony raised his head and looked into Gibbs’ eyes searching for something. What he was looking for was there, buried deeply but there nonetheless. His breath hitched as he leaned in closer, their lips all but touched. Tony looked at him once more, saw the imperceptible nod, and brushed his lips against Gibbs’.
Lack of response made him pull back, worried he had stepped over a line but when he opened his eyes he saw Gibbs standing there, eyes closed, lips parted as if he waiting for more. Tony licked his lips and moved in a second time. He opened his mouth slightly capturing Gibbs’ lower lip. He sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue over it tasting him until he felt his jaw drop open just a bit, allowing his tongue to dart in and caress Gibbs’, deepening the kiss.
They stayed that way for minutes and then Tony eventually steered them over against a wall to give him better purchase. He eased his hand away from his back and let them ghost over the older man’s torso. His thumbs ran over Gibbs’ nipples coaxing them into hardened nubs ready to be sucked on, which was exactly what Tony did. Tony’s assault left Gibbs breathless and keening for more as Tony descended upon him and ripped open his shirt to latch on to a hardened nub. He scraped it with his teeth and sucked hard moving to the other one giving it the same attention. Gibbs was done. Any authority he commanded at the beginning had melted and he gave himself to Tony without question.
Tony’s hand began to run over the front of Gibb’s trousers, his hard cock strained to be released. Popping the buttons that held him hostage, Tony took hold of Gibbs’ cock and began to stroke it softly.
Flipping them around so that Tony was against the wall, Gibbs growled out, “Harder. Please, stroke me harder.” He thrust against Tony’s hand with growing need.
Tony found Gibbs’ mouth again and kissed him. “Taste you. I want to taste you. Suck you. Please.”
Tony turned them around again and dropped to his knees pulling down the remains of any fabric in his way. He grasped Gibbs’ cock in his right hand, his left sliding up his thigh as he nuzzled it, his tongue flicking out in intervals until he reached the head. He licked him clean of any pre-cum, pressing his tongue against his slit and sucked him into his mouth. His throat muscles contracted and relaxed and Gibbs felt as if he were going to be swallowed whole.
“Fuck, yes! Tony, suck me. Don’t stop - eat my cock! Feels so good. Gonna fuck your mouth. Swallow me. Oh, shit!” He grabbed Tony by the hair to still his movements while he thrust his cock in and out of Tony’s mouth. “Yes! Suck it, boy!” Fuck me YES!”
Tony was stock still as Gibbs continued to piston in and out of his open mouth. He swallowed continuously, mainly to keep from gagging but the effect it was having on Gibbs drove him wild. Tony reached up to play with Gibbs’ balls and that was the undoing. Gibbs tightened his grip on Tony’s hair and thrust deeply finding his release as Tony continued to swallow around him. He pulled out and watched as Tony searched for him, his eyes closed, still making the suckling movements with his lips and throat. He grabbed Tony’s hand, pulled him up to a standing position before him, and captured his mouth.
He felt Tony shaking and turned them so Tony’s back was against the brick wall. A few firm strokes and a well placed nip under his right ear had Tony coming hard, and Gibbs had to silence his cries of pleasure by placing his hand over Tony’s mouth while he continued to assault the younger man’s neck.
The younger man’s knees buckled and his back scraped down the wall as Gibbs tried to keep him from falling face first into the broken tiled floor of the abandoned ballroom. Gibbs placed Tony’s head between his knees and stood up to redress himself having heard an approaching vehicle.
Gibbs peered through a broken window and determined the strangers friendly. He stepped out of the structure to make their presence known.
“Gunny! You alone?”
“No. My Second is inside. The building is secure.”
“War’s over, haven’t you heard? Need a ride?”
“Yeah. Let me get him.”
Gibbs walked back into the building, “Tony - come on. We have a ride home. They’re waiting.”
Gibbs’ eyes honed in to the place he left Tony and found him still in the same position he left him.
“Tony! Get up, Boy! They won’t wait forever.” Tony still didn’t move.
“Sergeant! On your feet!”
Gibbs bent down and took Tony’s pulse. It was weak and when he raised his head and lifted his eyelid, he could tell something was terribly wrong.
“Medic!” Gibbs started to yell. “Medic! We need a medic here!”
Gibbs yanked on Tony’s chin to start the resuscitation process when he noticed the un-dissolved tablet particles still clinging to his teeth. He drew back and let the air he drew in his lungs dissipate. There wouldn’t be a second chance. He gathered Tony is in arms and pulled him close. “I’m so sorry.”