Dreams Do Come True - of Wine & Roses - Part 2
Dreams Do Come True - of Wine & Roses - Part 2
Disclaimers, etc. are at the beginning of the story - see Part 1 http://amy-0127.livejournal.com/12779.html
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
Back at the hotel, Jethro put the ‘DND’ sign on the door and turned every possible lock. He turned around and saw Tony standing in the doorway of the bedroom, undoing the last two buttons on his shirt. “I want to try out the Jacuzzi tonight.” He stood there, shirt opened and ran his hands down his exposed chest and the front of his jeans, encouraging his cock to join in the fun. He undid he belt and with one hand, popped open the button while bringing the other hand to his mouth. Obscenely he sucked in his thumb, licking it and coating it with saliva. He held it to his nipple and traced circles around it, coaxing it into hardness while the other hand pulled down the zipper on his jeans. He held Jethro’s gaze as his hand slid up his now mostly hard cock and he let out a short “Oh” and sucked in a quick breath. Turning around, he let his shirt slip over his shoulders and fall to the floor as he walked to the Jacuzzi room.
Jethro stood there, rooted to his spot, mouth slightly open. ‘There should be a law against being that alluring and out right sexy’ he thought. One of these days, he was going to handcuff him and press ‘charges’. Snickering to himself, he got it in gear and headed in the direction Tony had gone.
He was just in time to watch Tony’s jeans fall off his hips and him stepping out of them as he walked into the tub.
He quickly undressed and walked up the steps to the tub’s entrance and stood there. Tony sat back taking in the sight before him, “Sweet Mother of…How can you be so beautiful? How the hell can you be mine?” Jethro entered the tub and Tony rose to meet him pulling him into a strong, yet loving embrace.
“I can’t believe you are mine, that you want me. I swear, if I’m dreaming, do NOT wake me up.”
“Not dreaming, but I might be.” Jethro smiled and then pulled Tony flush against his body. “Want you.” He kissed him hungrily. Aligning his cock with Tony’s he began to thrust against him. “Need you” he breathed against his mouth as they pulled away for air. Pushing Tony down on the built in seat, he climbed on top of him and slowly lowered himself on Tony’s cock. “Love you.” He pushed his tongue in Tony’s mouth, knowing the terrain intimately and began to ride him, letting the water assist him as he rose and descended in an agonizingly slow pace. “You feel so good inside me.”
Tony couldn’t breathe. He had only topped Jethro once before but he had mentally prepared for the experience. This took him by surprise. By his actions, Tony finally comprehended the ultimate trust Jethro had placed with him; he finally understood his place in Jethro’s life. There may be a hierarchy scale at work, but when they were alone, they were equal.
The epiphany felt like sudden freedom and he understood. He had loved Jethro, he knew that in his heart, but now he truly understood the depth of trust and love Jethro felt for him. He surged up and wrapped his arms around Jethro, holding him tightly.
He thrust deeper inside him making Jethro cry out every time he hit his prostate, his cock trapped between their bodies. Once he recognized the rhythm, he kept it going until they both couldn’t take it any longer. “Touch me, please” Tony wrapped his hand around Jethro’s dick and he came almost instantly. Just a few thrusts later Tony found his release. They held each other until their breathing evened out and when Tony’s cock slipped out of his body, Jethro held on tighter, relishing in their closeness and the warmth of Tony’s body next to his.
“Gonna turn into a prune.” Tony snickered, and buried his face into Jethro’s neck. “Put me to bed, I’m so tired.” Jethro nodded against him and reluctantly pulled away, grabbing a towel on his way out to dry himself off. He held out his hand to Tony who took it and emerged from the water snagging the remaining towel as Jethro turned and walked into the bedroom.
Pulling down the duvet, they both crawled into bed turning off the nightstand lamps and snuggled close to one another, foreheads touching. Their eyes adjusted to the dim light and as the first crash of fireworks vibrated through the room, Jethro hugged Tony tightly against him. “Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year, Jethro.” They kissed lazily and lovingly as they both fell asleep to the thunder of a new year reigning down around them and the promise of a new beginning.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
Jethro woke up just a few hours later quite by accident but the coming day’s events took hold of his semi-conscious state and yanked him into full awareness. During all the planning, this day seemed so far in the future. It was a goal to be achieved and now that day was dawning and the goal, still not yet realized, was looming ahead of him. His mind ran through everything that he had planned, showing him all the scenarios that were possible, including the ones he didn’t want to acknowledge. He glanced over to the bedside clock which displayed “3:51AM” and knew he’d not sleep any longer.
Tony was draped over his mid-section, making movement difficult but the change from his rested state must have bled through causing Tony to stir against him.
“Y’ok, Jethro?”
“’m fine. Go back to sleep”. He ran his fingers through Tony’s hair. Leave it to Tony to be so in tune with him that the slightest change in consciousness disturbed him, even in sleep. It was one of the thousand reasons he knew today would turn out to be one of the best in his life.
“Mmph”, Tony snuggled against him and fell back to sleep holding him closer.
Another hour later, the alarm rang and as Jethro swatted the snooze, Tony buried his face in the crook of his arm and huffed. As much as he wanted to sleep the day away, his brain was shifting gears and thoughts of the day’s events started to swirl in his mind. They were going to the Tournament of Roses Parade, live and in person; two of the many spectators that would be seen on TV. Afterwards, they had tickets to the Rose Bowl game featuring his Buckeyes against Alabama’s Crimson Tide.
A surge of adrenalin snapped him fully awake and he rolled over and climbed on top of Jethro. His eyes glistened in the darkness of the room. “This is day is going to be incredible!” He stared into Jethro’s eyes just barely able to see them in the glowing light of the alarm clock. He placed his hands on either side of Jethro’s head and dipped down to place his lips on his. They were soft and dry and Tony closed his eyes as he pulled in Jethro’s bottom lip and moistened it with his tongue. Jethro’s breath was warm against his face. He pulled back and inhaled the love that was being breathed around him. “Thank you.”
Jethro wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, tracing his tongue over Tony’s lips which automatically parted allowing him entrance. The other hand slid around his side and over his back, moving in gentle sweeps, touching every part he could. They stayed like that for about a minute more until Tony’s stomach gurgled and they both laughed, effectively breaking the moment
Giving Jethro a quick peck, Tony rolled off him and on to his back. Jethro took his hand in his and laced their fingers. They both laid there in silence until Tony’s stomach rumbled once more. Jethro brought their joined hands to his lips and gave Tony’s a quick kiss then released it before climbing out of bed. “Let’s go get you some breakfast.”
Tony rolled to his side watching him exit the room. “We could save water by showering together.” he called after him. Jethro kept moving, “Water maybe, but most definitely not time.” he said as he shut the door behind him.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
They exited the elevator and headed across the hotel lobby when they heard someone yell out, “Tony! Jethro!” They both turned toward the voice and saw a young woman waving and smiling in their direction. Tony gave her his trademark smile and walked up to her with Jethro in tow. “Kim! So nice to see you. Did you have fun shopping yesterday?”
“Spent way too much, but I planned on it so it’s all good. I see who you are pulling for in today’s game” noting his OSU jacket.
“My Alma Mater.” Tony smiled proudly.
“Edna, you look stunning!” Tony said turning to the older woman in Kim’s company. He glanced around conspiratorially, “Did you finally ditch Jim?”
“Wouldn’t have done me much good if I had because you still have him glued to your side.” She smirked and nodded to Jethro. Jethro smiled, “Nice to see you again, Edna”.
Kim grinned at them both. “I see Daddy over there, Mom.” She pointed in the direction of the Concierge podium. “Where are your seats?” She turned her attention to Tony while Edna kept eyeing Jethro.
“We are right behind you! How cool is that!” Kim grinned. “Daddy! You remember Tony and Jethro from the tour yesterday, right?”
Jim had walked up behind them. “Yes, of course! Good to see you again.” They all exchanged polite handshakes. “They are seated in the row in front of us.”
“Very good”, Jim smiled. “We will see you there then, gentlemen.” He turned his attention to his family, “The shuttle will be here in about two minutes”.
They waved their goodbyes; Tony and Jethro headed toward the restaurant while Kim and her family went off to board the shuttle to the parade route.
Tony returned to the table with his plate loaded with scrambled eggs, bacon, and homefries. He grabbed the salt and ketchup to complete his meal and noticed Jethro’s choice - toast and a small fruit cup.
“You feeling OK?” He set the salt aside.
“Mmm hmm”, he answered sipping his coffee. “Stomach’s a little off this morning. Thought it best to eat light.”
“You want to skip the parade? We could still go to the game once your stomach settles.”
“No! I’d like to go - never seen a professional parade, just the small hometown ones.”
“If you’re sure…” Tony regarded him carefully.
“I’m sure. Eat already!”
Tony nodded and dug into his pile of food. In reality, Jethro was having a case of butterflies which he hadn’t had in over 20 years. Time was ticking away but he wished it would go faster so he could get on with the rest of his day, however it turned out.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
“Grandstand 6, row 3, seats 4 & 5 just down these steps, be careful!” The attendant pointed them in the direction of their seats. They made their way down the bleacher stairs and looked up to see Kim waving. “Hey guys!” She said as they settled in their seats. “We’ve got extra blankets if you get cold. Looks like you made it right in time!”
The parade had just started. “Thanks, darlin’”, Tony drawled out a southern accent which made Kim blush. They all watched as floats drifted by, bands stopped and played their signature song before the judges who were just two Grandstands to the right of their seats.
Jethro leaned towards Tony’s ear, “I’m going for coffee and gotta hit the head, - you want anything?”
Tony smirked in response but swallowed his rebuttal. “Hurry back.” he said smiling. Jethro gave him a quick kiss and made his way to the nearest coffee cart. Or at least that was where Tony thought he was going.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
Jethro made his way to the back of the bleachers, eyes searching the crowd. “Gunny!” Jethro turned toward the voice seeing a man in camouflage walking toward him. “Special Agent Gibbs?” He inquired as he stood before him.
“Yes?”
“This way, Sir.”
The man led him toward a dark van with no windows. The side doors opened as they approached and Jethro saw his friend Mark motioning him inside. “Move it, Marine! We don’t have much time!” Gibbs grinned and climbed inside.
Mark shut the van door and turned around to look at Gibbs. “So good to see you, man! It’s been years!” He pulled him into a brotherly hug.
“Good to see you too. Thank you for helping me with this. I know you had to do a lot of work to make it happen.”
“I owed you. This makes us even.”
“You didn’t owe-“
“I do, or now, did. Just go get dressed. You’ve got,” he checked his watch, “Four minutes. MOVE!”
Jethro smiled and removed his dress blues from the dry cleaner’s plastic.
“Couldn’t believe it when you called me out of the blue that day. It’s been seven months now and you still want to do this?”
“More than ever.” He tucked in his shirt and pulled on his jacket.
Mark grinned. “You got it bad. You never sang for us but we all heard you in the showers.”
“He’s my everything.” Jethro looked Mark in the eyes searching for acknowledgement. “I love him.”
Mark’s eyes stung from the raw emotion in Jethro’s voice and the pure love that shone in his eyes.
Clearing his throat, Mark directed, “When we stop, you get out and once the band stops, you jump in the 4th row, center. They will make a space for you. You march up two blocks and then it’s all you. Good luck, man!”
They pulled up to the drop off point. Jethro looked at Mark who just smiled. “You deserve this - go get your man!” and practically shoved him out of the van. Flashing his lanyard at the guard, Jethro was quickly granted access and blended in with the rest of the unit as they marched forward.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
Tony found it a little more than amusing that the Miracle-Gro float was followed by the eHarmony float but really had to rein his amusement when NBC’s “The Voice” float came along. The winner of the 2013 contest was Will Champlin whose rendition of “Marry Me” by Bruno Mars rocked the street and no doubt the viewers at home.
“I love that song!” Kim said excitedly in Tony’s ear. Tony just turned to her and smiled. “It is a catchy tune.”
“Next up is the United States Marine Corps West Coast Composite Band. Where’s your man? I thought he’d be back in time to catch this, former Marine and all.”
Tony shrugged. “I’m sure he’s on his way. It’s cold enough; the coffee line has to be huge.” Kim smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
The Marine Corps band had stopped right in front of their Grandstand. Tony and the rest of the crowd anticipated their pause, as per usual, waiting for them to move forward to perform in front of the judges’ stand.
When they turned in front of their Grandstand, the crowd cheered. Once the crowd quieted down somewhat, a trumpet sounded out clearly, quieting the rest of the crowd. A voice rang out accompanying it, “When somebody loves you, it’s no good unless he loves you, all the way.”
“Oh, this guy is good!” Tony whispered in Kim’s ear. Edna attracted his attention, “Where did you say Jethro went?”
“He went for coffee -“ Tony replied, scanning the crowd.
“No, look.” Edna physically turned Tony’s head toward the street where the band was playing. “I think I found him.” she whispered in his ear.
The band moved in formation leaving an aisle for the crooner. As the singing Marine stepped forward and moved toward the Grandstand, Tony froze.
“Jethro”, Tony whispered to himself. Kim and Edna hugged him as he stood stock still. “No.”
Edna grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. Tony looked at her and saw the tears forming in her eyes. “Go get your Marine.” She gently shoved him forward.
Tony moved down the last few steps of the bleachers and stood in front of the gate. The guard scanned his lanyard, opened the gate and let him through to the street where Jethro stood, singing to him in front of the hundreds gathered, not to mention the millions who were watching at home.
Jethro held out his hand to him and Tony took it, still in awe. Pulling him close, they danced for mere seconds before Jethro belted out the last of the words to the song.
The crowd erupted in cheers and wolf whistles before Jethro fished a small jeweler’s box from his pocket and then they went deadly silent. “I’d get down on one knee but I’m really not sure I’d be able to get up again without help.” He gave a half laugh. “Tony, you have been the one constant in my life for as long as I’ve known you and at times, a royal pain in my ass. But I love you more than I ever thought I could love another for many years. You are my partner at work and I don’t want to spend one more day without you as my partner in life. Will you please marry me?”
He opened the box to reveal a simple platinum band that had inscribed on the inside ‘Sempre tuo, sempre fedele’ (*Always yours, always faithful*)
Tony took Jethro’s face gently in both his hands and stared into his eyes seeing the hope for a positive response, the fear of rejection and most of all, the absolutely certainty of his love. “I would be honored.” He dipped his head slightly and brought their lips together in a sweet and gentle kiss. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to convey his conviction, his devotion, and ultimate love for him. The thunder of the crowd’s cheers were dull in his ears as in that moment it was just the two of them, their lips saying to one another more than their voices would ever be able.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
Abby was sprawled on her couch, cup of tea in her hand watching the Tournament of Roses Parade early New Year’s morning. She called out to McGee who was in the kitchen preparing some sides to their New Year’s feast. “Tim! Quick! Oh My God! Tim, Tim TIMMY!!”
McGee practically dropped the bowl of greens on the kitchen floor and ran to the living room pissed he didn’t have he weapon. He scanned the room for threats as his gaze settled on Abby who was sitting up on the couch, pointing at the television. “WHAT ABBY?”
Abby jumped and gave him admonishing look. “Don’t yell at me! Look!”
Tim looked at the television. The United States Marine Corps Marching Band was on camera and playing “All The Way” by Frank Sinatra. As the camera zoomed in, McGee saw what Abby had seen and sat down heavily beside her. “Abby…is that Gibbs? Singing? Our Gibbs?”
“It looks like him! I wish they’d zoom in more to be sure.” And they did. “Oh my God! Tim, it is Gibbs!” Abby squealed, practically jumping onto his lap. “What’s he doing?”
“Uh, he’s singing?”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t know he could sing. Or liked music.”
They both watched in awe as Gibbs flawlessly sang the well-known Sinatra song. The camera panned the crowd and focused on one person standing stock still, mesmerized by the performance.
“That’s Tony!” Abby jumped up and started pacing. “Gibbs is singing to Tony!” She abruptly stopped moving realizing she was missing the show. Tim was still in the same position, shocked and unable to move.
Abby practically vibrated from shear happiness and joy as they watched Tony walk up to Gibbs, dance with him briefly before Gibbs held out a small jeweler’s box.
“Oh my God, Tim!” Abby turned and hugged him tightly. “That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen!”
Tim, still in shock, hugged her back automatically, needing something to ground him.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
The roar of the crowd came more into focus once they pulled back from one another, both smiling brilliantly casting a light on the overcast day. Jethro turned to the Marines and saluted. They responded with a collective “Ooh-Rah!” smartly turned and continued on their parade route leaving Jethro and Tony to make their way back to their seats in the Grandstand. The Ohio State University Marching Band followed directly behind giving their version of “Everlasting Love” to the crowd’s delight.
Tony & Jethro made their way back to their seats in the Grandstand. Edna, Kim and Jim were waiting for them, grinning from ear to ear. “That was just beautiful”, Kim gushed. “You two are just adorable. Let me see the ring!” She grabbed Tony’s hand and sighed. “I am so happy for you!”
“You are making me feel like the girl here!” Tony laughed. Oddly enough, when Kim swatted the back of his head, it did not feel out of place.
Edna gave Jethro a hug which caught him off guard. “Ya did good by that boy. It’s not hard to tell he is completely in love with you. Good life for you both.” She squeezed him and let him go. Jim stuck out his hand. “Congratulations.” Jethro shook his outstretched hand and nodded his thanks.
Edna grabbed Tony by the arm and pulled him into a hug. “Don’t let him go, son. Be patient with him. He loves you more than you’ll ever know.” Tony pulled back and while his mouth said “Thank you”, he wondered how she knew so much having spent so little time with them. “I could see it in his eyes. It’s how my Jim looked at me when he popped the question 37 years ago.” She responded to the unasked question. “It’s what I look for in the boys Kim brings home. You two have it. You will be happy.”
“Thank you, Edna.” Tony kissed her on the cheek. He turned to look at Jethro, “Let’s blow this Popsicle stand.” and smiled.
“Right behind you.” He turned to say his goodbyes as did Tony. They handed out their business cards, writing their home number on the back of them for future social contact. Cheers of congratulations followed them as they made their way to the exit.
Away from the crowd, they could finally breathe. “God, Jethro - you are just - I don’t even know. You take my breath away. Can’t believe you are really mine - to have and to hold - forever.” He let out a small laugh. “I’m actually afraid to blink.” He looked into Jethro’s eyes.
“Me too, honestly. Together?” Tony nodded and they shared a small kiss, both closing their eyes.
“You’re still here.” They both said at the same time as they opened their eyes. Laughing, Jethro hugged him. “You are good for my soul.”
“Come on - let’s get back to the hotel.” Tony grabbed his hand and lead him to the shuttle drop off/pick up area.
They settled in the back of the trolley to avoid any unnecessary recognition when Tony’s cell phone began to ring. He fished it out of his pocket and after looking at the display, held it up for Jethro to see. “Abby”, Jethro grinned.
“Hey Abs!” Tony smiled at him, taking hold of his hand as he answered the call. He held the phone away from his ear. “Abs - Abby! Calm down. You are going to burst my ear drum!”
Holding his hand over the mouth piece, “She watched the parade.” Jethro rolled his eyes.
“Yes! A complete surprise!”
“I’ve heard him sing before but…”
Covering the mouth piece again, “You have to participate in this year’s talent show.”
“No way in hell!” Jethro glared.
Tony turned back to his phone conversation and nodded. “He wouldn’t miss it!”
The head slap was fully expected.
Tony grinned. “We’ll be home tomorrow. Flight lands somewhere around 6:30, I think.”
“Yeah, I do. More and more everyday.”
“OK, I will. Thanks, Abs.” Tony hit the end call button and stuffed the phone back in his pocket.
“She said to tell you that was the most romantic thing she had ever seen. I have to agree with her.” He smiled and took his hand. “These past couple of days have been completely amazing. Thank you.”
“Could never make up for what you give me everyday. I’d do just about anything to see you smile.” He squeezed Tony’s hand.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
“Congratulations, guys!” the desk clerk called to them and waved as they made their way through the lobby and to the elevators. Tony waved back, smiling. “Thank you!”
“I need to get out of this uniform so we can be anonymous again.” Gibbs grumbled as the elevator doors closed.
Tony chuckled and licked the side of his neck. His voice dropped low, “I need to get you out of that uniform for purely personal reasons.” and slid his hand over his ass.
They walked into their room to find a chilling bottle of champagne and more chocolate covered fruit on the table along with a note from the staff congratulating them on their recent engagement. “Word travels fast in this town.” Tony marveled.
Next to the display was a vase with a dozen red roses. The card read “Happiness always, Jim, Edna and Kim”. “Now we know how.” Jethro smiled and showed Tony the card.
“That was so nice of them!”
“How the hell did they do this so quickly?”
“The miracles of the iPhone, Jethro. There’s an app for everything these days.”
“What’s an app?”
Tony laughed, “I’ll explain it to you later. Right now, I want my fiancée to kiss me until I’m weak in the knees and make love to me until I no longer know my own name.” He crushed his lips against Jethro’s and wrapped his arms around his torso, walking them to the edge of the bed.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
“They’re coming home tomorrow, Tim! We have to do something!”
“Do what, Abby? They aren’t going to want to see us as soon as they get home. They’re going to be tired from traveling. Jet lag is no joke.”
“I know, but we have to -“
Abby had been impossible to handle since watching ‘The Proposal’ live, and that is how he saw it, with quotation marks and capital letters every time she mentioned it, which was finally regulating to every half hour or so.
“Why can’t we throw an engagement party on the 4th or 5th? It will give them a day or two to recoup from their vacation and time for us to plan something with the rest of the team.” Tim tried to be the voice of reason.
“Tim, I know! But I want to do something now!” She paced and thought, thought and paced. “I know!” She jumped up and down in tiny circles.
“Abby, the neighbors! Please!”
“Ok, sorry. Sorry Tim.” She opened the door to his apartment. “Sorry neighbors!” calling into the hallway.
Tim just groaned. “What are you thinking?”
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
The flight attendant peeked into their row. “Do you need anything, gentlemen?”
Jethro spoke up, “Two bottles of water and a blanket, please.”
“Right away.”
Tony had changed their tickets to a red-eye flight and upgraded them to first class for their trip home. They both just wanted to get back and feel their way through the first days of their engagement in their own space, normalizing themselves.
“Here you are.” The attendant returned with the requested items. “If you need anything else, just press the call button.” She turned and shut the curtain, effectively cocooning them away from the other passengers. Travel was light where first class was concerned, others having probably spent too much to afford a luxury seat home.
Southwest was the first airline to effectively create a sleeping quarter’s section of their airplane for overnight flights. Each section of seating had a curtain that could close off the aisle and each row had a roll down from the roof of the aircraft so that light from passengers who wanted to read or work late would not disturb those who wanted to sleep the trip away. As luck would have it, they were in the first row and there was no one behind them.
“Hold these”, Jethro handed him the bottles of water. He took the plastic packaging from the blanket and laid it over their laps having never lowered the arm rest between them, tucking the trash in the pocket riveted to the partition in front of him. Once they were airborne and it was safe, they unfastened their seatbelts and reclined their seats. Jethro took the two bottles and put them on the tray in front of him as Tony shifted; angling himself in the corner, head resting between the seat and window of the craft, he draped his right leg over Jethro’s left. “Uncomfortable?” He asked.
“No.”
“Good” Tony settled back for the long flight home.
A few minutes later, he felt Jethro’s hand on his thigh, sweeping back and forth in a soothing motion. Tony sighed into the comfort of his touch, relaxing further towards sleep.
Jethro’s hand crept up his thigh, lightly touching the sensitive area near his genitals. Tony instinctively stretched his leg further to entice more touching in that area. He was no longer sleepy, and now alert, silently wishing for more caresses from his partner.
“I know you aren’t asleep” Jethro whispered.
Tony chuffed a breath of air, “No, ‘m not. Feels good, Jethro. Keeping going.”
He let his hand continue to stroke Tony’s thigh and tickle his balls through the jeans he wore. He felt Tony growing harder as he continued, loving the reaction he garnered.
Tony slipped his hand under the blanket and undid the button and zipper of his jeans. He took his cock in his hand as Jethro continued to tickle his thigh and balls. “Don’t stop, Jethro, please.” He spread his legs as far as he could and suppressed the urge to thrust against his own hand. “Feels so good”, he whispered, knowing he had to keep quiet. “Touch me.” He grasped Jethro’s hand and placed it on his cock. As his thumb swiped across his most sensitive area behind the head of his dick, Tony gasped. “Right there.”
Jethro made the motion again. “There?”
Tony pushed his head back into the seat. “Yes, please. Oh shit.”
Jethro did it again. Tony almost came off his seat. “That’s it. Do that again.” His voice was growing louder and the only way Jethro knew to quiet him was to kiss him, hard. “Like this, Tony?” He spoke into his mouth. “This is what you want? Feels good?”
Tony tried to kiss him back but was sent soaring. “Please, yes. Oh, God, yes!” He breathed back into Jethro’s open mouth. His tongue darted in and out searching for something to lick. He was reduced to an animal having been scratched in the perfect spot. “Gotta come. Oh Jethro, I’m gonna come - can’t stop it. FUCK!”, and swallowed his mouth. He let loose, his cock pulsating, body writhing in convulsions. Jethro kissed him rapidly on the lips, cheeks, eyelids, nose, caressing his face, holding him down, helping him ride through the orgasm. He had never seen him like this but he vowed he would again, more often than naught and filed away the night for further review.
A gentle tap to the top of the cabin followed sooner than expected. “Hello? Are you alright, gentlemen?” The flight attendant hesitated to peek under the curtain.
“Fine”, Jethro answered. “Just a bad dream”.
“Wish my nightmares were that good.” he heard the attendant mutter under her breath.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
They pulled into the driveway around 1:30pm Eastern Standard Time, noting the cars along the curb in front of the house.
Looking at each other, they both said “Abby” at the same time and snickered. Jethro turned off the car and they got out, Tony having retrieved their bags and walked to the porch.
“It’s all you, Bossman.” Tony lagged behind pointing the way. “Got your six.”
Gibbs huffed a laugh and opened the door catching Abby and McGee in the act of decorating.
“Gibbs!” Abby was startled to the point of almost falling off the ladder she had climbed to hang the sign. Her sign half way assembled, said “Congratu”, ‘lations” was hanging off the entrance way, dangling in the breeze of the open door.
“You’re home early!” She started down the ladder.
“Mmm, hmm. What are you doing, Abs?”
“Just welcoming you home!”
“We weren’t gone that long.”
“I know, but -“ Her excitement took her under and she threw herself into Gibbs’ arms. “Oh My God! You proposed to Tony! And you sang - in front of millions!” She punched him in the arm. “I never knew you could sing!”
Wrapping her arms around him, “That was so romantic!” She pulled away and looked into his eyes. “You love him so much, don’t you?”
“Well, yeah, Abs. Wouldn’t have asked him to marry me otherwise.” He grinned at her.
She looked over his shoulder. “Tony!” She squealed and Gibbs gladly released her. “Oh My God! Let me see the ring!”
He held his hand out for her to see. “It’s perfect!”
She jumped into his arms and held on tight. “I’m so happy for you! You deserve this. No one on earth will ever love you like Gibbs does, Tony. No one.”
“I know, Abs. I know.”
“Come on, Abby. Let’s leave them be.” McGee put down the decorations and headed for the door. “Wish I had seen it earlier, but congratulations! I want nothing but the best for you both!”
Tony looked at Abby with a raised brow.
“He’s just sore he lost the pool.”
“Pool?”
“We’ve had one for years!” Abby confessed. “When you and Gibbs would finally get together, which Ducky won, by the way. And the most recent, when you’d get engaged. I think Palmer won this one. I’m going to have to check my records.”
“The Engagement party will be on Sunday, at Ducky’s place. 1400 hours! See you then!” Abby grabbed McGee’s hand and pulled him out the door.
“There was a pool?” Tony was stuck on what Abby had said.
“Yep. And no matter who got the money, I won.” Gibbs smiled.