FIC: Sensory Therapy
Title: Sensory Therapy
Author: rebecca
Pairing: Gibbs/Abby/Tony
Rating: NC-17
Summary: We’ve got plans for you.
Series: Applied Psychology
Notes: I needed porn. Therefore, so do you.
He came home late, tired, and wanting nothing more than a shower and his bed. He hung up his jacket wearily, kicked off his shoes, took one glance at the dark kitchen before shaking his head and trudging up the stairs to his bedroom. The house itself was dark, and he hadn't seen Abby or Tony's cars outside, which meant he probably had the night to himself.
Gibbs told himself he had no right to feel disappointed by that. Abby and Tony had lives of their own. They didn't live with him--well, theoretically they didn't. Realistically, Gibbs couldn't remember the last time either of them had spent a night at their own apartments, and his closet had more of Abby's skirts and Tony's shirts than his own clothes.
But still. If they chose to spend the night without him, that was their business. Maybe it was for the best, anyway.
The door to the bedroom was closed. That was odd. Gibbs frowned at it for a moment before opening it slowly.
Inside...he blinked. Inside were Tony and Abby. They were both sitting on the bed, both nude, and scattered all around the room were little candles. Gibbs smelled peppermint and green tea and had to smile wryly. Figured.
They looked at him, smiled, and slid off the bed, walking toward him slowly. Tony pulled him into a slow, deep kiss, hands cupping Gibbs' face. He pulled back slowly, licking Gibbs' lower lip as he did. "Abs," Tony said huskily. "Your turn."
She wrapped her arms around Gibbs' neck and kissed him, deep and hungry. Gibbs slid his hands down her back to her ass, pulling her tight against him, and she purred into the kiss. "Not yet," she murmured when they separated. "We've got plans for you."
Gibbs groaned. "Pretty girl, I don't think I'm up for whatever you have in mind."
Abby laughed, low and throaty, and kissed his jaw. "You'll like this. We promise."
Tony kissed his neck, right where it met his shoulder. "Trust us," he murmured, beginning to work Gibbs' shirt off. "Please."
They didn't play fair. Then again, Gibbs thought with an inward chuckle, they'd learned that from him.
He let them undress him, their hands caressing his skin, fingers trailing over his arms and his legs, down his chest and his stomach. Abby knelt to take off his socks and brushed kisses over his calves; Tony licked a line down his spine before sliding off Gibbs' pants. And yet--for all that, they weren't deliberately trying to arouse him, Gibbs noticed. They weren't necessarily trying not to, but they weren't trying to seduce him.
Gibbs wondered why.
When his clothes were gone, Abby rose to her feet and Tony stepped back. "Come into my parlor," Abby said teasingly, holding out her hand.
"Abs..." Gibbs looked at her warily.
"Do you trust us?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
He sighed to himself and took her hand.
Abby led him to the bathroom. In here, there were fewer candles, and the scent was something softer he couldn't identify. She turned on the water and gestured for him to step in, following him into the shower and sliding the door closed. "Just relax," she said softly. "You don't have to do anything."
The water was as hot as he liked it--almost hot enough to scald. He reached for the shampoo bottle, but Abby shook her head and took it. "Don't do anything," she said, licking water off his shoulder. "Let me."
He closed his eyes and let her bathe him, groaning a little at the feel of her nails over his scalp, the stiff-bristled bath brush she used to scrub his skin. She even washed his face, her fingers gentle as she used whatever the heck it was. When she was--finally--done, she let him stand under the water for a minute or two before shutting it off and stepping out to get towels.
Gibbs let her dry him off; he had a pretty good idea that she wouldn't have let him do it anyway. "You're beginning to get the idea," she said lightly, hanging up the towels. "Come on. Time for stage two."
"Stage two?" Gibbs asked, following her back to the bedroom.
"Mm-hmm." That was all she said.
Tony knelt on the bed, which was partially covered by a giant bath sheet. Another towel was spread across the pillows. "Lie down," he said, nodding at the towels.
Gibbs bit back a smile and lay down as directed, settling himself against the bed. He knew where this, at least, was going.
And not for the first time, or even for the hundredth, he thought that he didn't deserve them. Either of them.
Tony straddled him and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck, rubbing his cheek against Gibbs' skin. He knelt up; Gibbs heard the sound of a bottle opening but couldn't identify the scent. He didn't bother trying.
Breath whooshed out of him involuntarily at the first firm touch of Tony's hands, thumbs digging into his shoulders. "Tell me if it's too much," Tony said quietly, beginning to work out the tension. "The idea isn't to hurt you."
Gibbs grunted in assent, which was about all he could do. He seemed to have lost most higher cognitive abilities between the shower and the massage.
Tony seemed intent on working out every knot and tight spot in his back. His hands had to be bothering him, Gibbs thought vaguely, but he didn't stop and Gibbs couldn't summon up the energy or the ability to tell him to do so.
Besides, it felt too damn good.
"There," Tony said at last, wiping off the excess oil. "Think he's up for stage three, Abs?" He moved off Gibbs, kneeling next to him.
She laughed and ran her fingers down Gibbs' back, fingers playing a light tattoo over his spine. "I don't know, Tony. Maybe we should just let him sleep."
It was a bit of an effort, but Gibbs managed to roll onto his back and grab her wrist. "As opposed to what, pretty girl?" he asked, squeezing just enough to make her gasp and shudder.
Abby swallowed, licking her lips. "We--we had a third stage planned," she said shakily.
"Did you, now?" He pressed his thumb into her pulse, just to watch her shiver.
"Y-yeah." She looked at Tony, a bit helplessly.
Tony crawled over Gibbs, leaning to kiss him gently. "It involved us, and you, and a few combinations of things."
"Such as?" Gibbs asked, tugging Tony down on top of him.
"Such as your dick and my ass...and Abby's pussy and your mouth." Tony stretched out on top of Gibbs, licking his jaw. "Of course, that can be subject to change depending on what you want."
Gibbs ran the fingers of his free hand through Tony's hair, resting his hand on the back of Tony's neck. "I like that combination," he murmured. He tugged Abby down next to him and turned to kiss her. "You stay here for now, pretty girl," he said, stroking her face. "I want to watch Tony suck my cock first. And then I want to watch him stretch himself open for me."
Both Abby and Tony groaned; Gibbs smiled to himself. They might have planned this out, but that didn't mean they were in charge.
Tony slid down GIbbs' body, rubbing his cheek against GIbbs' stomach. He licked Gibbs' cock, mouthing the head, slowly taking more into his mouth. Gibbs watched Tony's lips slide down over his cock and bit back a groan. He had no idea who'd taught Tony to give head but one of these days he was going to have to find the man and thank him. Christ.
He kept one hand around Abby's wrist and one hand on the back of Tony's neck, guiding him but not pushing him, more for contact than control. Abby shivered and pressed against him; Gibbs felt her heat against his leg. "That's so fucking hot," she whispered.
Yeah. Gibbs watched Tony suck his cock and had to agree, even as he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from thrusting up and just fucking Tony's mouth until he came. "Enough," he said hoarsely, tugging on Tony's hair.
Tony raised his head, licking his lips. "Master?" he asked, voice raspy.
"I want to watch you stretch yourself open for me," Gibbs told him. "And then I want to watch you ride me."
Tony shuddered and nodded, kneeling up. He picked up the oil and poured a little on his fingers before handing the bottle to Abby and reaching around behind himself. His mouth parted and his eyes closed and Gibbs caught his free hand, linking their fingers to give Tony something to balance against. "Oh--" Tony gasped, working one finger inside. "Oh, God, Master--"
"Take your time," Gibbs said huskily. "I want to watch you."
The sound Tony made in response was desperate and needy and it sent a shiver through Gibbs. God, he loved seeing Tony like this. Naked, hard, eager to please--and now, kneeling over Gibbs, one hand gripping Gibbs' tight, the other stretching himself open--Gibbs took a deep breath. He needed control, or this would be over before it began.
"Master...please..." Tony's voice was ragged. "Please, let me..."
Gibbs nodded. "Fuck yourself on my cock, Tony. Ride me."
Abby handed Tony the oil again; he took it and used it to slick Gibbs' cock, the excess dampening the towel. Abby took it back and Tony gripped Gibbs' hand again, the other steadying Gibbs' cock as he slowly sank down on it.
"Oh, Christ," Tony gasped. He arched back, trembling. "Oh, God, Master--"
"Ride me," Gibbs ground out, fighting to breathe. "Come on, Tony. Ride me."
Tony whined and began to move. His skin was flushed and damp with sweat, his head had fallen back, he was hot and tight around Gibbs' cock and Gibbs couldn't think of anything more erotic than the way Tony looked right now.
But he wasn't done yet. "Pretty girl," he said, tugging her wrist. "Kneel over me."
Abby moved eagerly, kneeling over his face, letting Gibbs guide her with his other hand until she was right where he wanted her. He breathed against her cunt and felt her moan, licked her clit and heard her gasp. "Both of you, come when you can," he said before pulling Abby down and beginning to work her in earnest.
Tony's hand slipped from Gibbs' grasp; Gibbs figured he was holding on to Abby but couldn't look. He closed his eyes, inhaling her scent, tasting her, sucking her clit. He felt her tremble above him, heard Tony's echoing moan. Tony was moving on him hard and fast, Abby's thighs were taut under his hands, and it was a toss-up as to which of them would come first.
Abby cried out, a long wailing sound, and came, spasming. Gibbs smiled to himself and scraped his teeth over her clit--and sure enough, she keened and came again. He let her go, letting her crawl off his face, next to him.
When he looked up, Tony and Abby were kissing frantically, his hands on her shoulders to balance himself. She had one hand around his cock, jerking him off in rhythm with his movement on Gibbs' cock. "Come on, baby, come on, come for him, let him see..." Abby pulled away from Tony's mouth, murmuring against his throat. "Come on, baby..."
Tony moaned, long and low, and came all over his stomach and Abby's hand. The sight was all Gibbs needed; he reached for Tony's hips, grabbing them and pulling him down hard. Tony groaned and Gibbs thrust up into him and came, shuddering.
For a little while, no one moved. But eventually, Abby went to get washcloths and Tony moved off Gibbs and lay down next to him, cuddling close. Abby came back and Gibbs took a cloth and cleaned himself and Tony off gently.
"Stage four," Abby said around a yawn. "Bed." She tugged back the covers and all three of them crawled underneath, Tony on one side of Gibbs and Abby on the other. Tony and Abby linked hands over Gibbs' side and Abby sighed with contentment. "Sleep now," she said, kissing Gibbs' back.
Tony kissed Gibbs' collarbone. "Mm-hmm."
Gibbs closed his eyes, smiling wryly. Even when they were trying to relax him, they wore him out.
On the other hand, he felt better than he had in weeks.
He lifted their joined hands to his lips and kissed them gently. "Mine," he murmured, setting their hands back down. "My boy. My girl."
"Mm-hmm." Abby kissed his shoulder.
"Yours," Tony said softly, kissing him gently.
They were still going to kill him. But at the moment, he didn't care so much. Gibbs settled against the pillows and let himself fall asleep, surrounded by warmth and the feel of bodies on either side of him and the scent of peppermint and green tea.
Author: rebecca
Pairing: Gibbs/Abby/Tony
Rating: NC-17
Summary: We’ve got plans for you.
Series: Applied Psychology
Notes: I needed porn. Therefore, so do you.
He came home late, tired, and wanting nothing more than a shower and his bed. He hung up his jacket wearily, kicked off his shoes, took one glance at the dark kitchen before shaking his head and trudging up the stairs to his bedroom. The house itself was dark, and he hadn't seen Abby or Tony's cars outside, which meant he probably had the night to himself.
Gibbs told himself he had no right to feel disappointed by that. Abby and Tony had lives of their own. They didn't live with him--well, theoretically they didn't. Realistically, Gibbs couldn't remember the last time either of them had spent a night at their own apartments, and his closet had more of Abby's skirts and Tony's shirts than his own clothes.
But still. If they chose to spend the night without him, that was their business. Maybe it was for the best, anyway.
The door to the bedroom was closed. That was odd. Gibbs frowned at it for a moment before opening it slowly.
Inside...he blinked. Inside were Tony and Abby. They were both sitting on the bed, both nude, and scattered all around the room were little candles. Gibbs smelled peppermint and green tea and had to smile wryly. Figured.
They looked at him, smiled, and slid off the bed, walking toward him slowly. Tony pulled him into a slow, deep kiss, hands cupping Gibbs' face. He pulled back slowly, licking Gibbs' lower lip as he did. "Abs," Tony said huskily. "Your turn."
She wrapped her arms around Gibbs' neck and kissed him, deep and hungry. Gibbs slid his hands down her back to her ass, pulling her tight against him, and she purred into the kiss. "Not yet," she murmured when they separated. "We've got plans for you."
Gibbs groaned. "Pretty girl, I don't think I'm up for whatever you have in mind."
Abby laughed, low and throaty, and kissed his jaw. "You'll like this. We promise."
Tony kissed his neck, right where it met his shoulder. "Trust us," he murmured, beginning to work Gibbs' shirt off. "Please."
They didn't play fair. Then again, Gibbs thought with an inward chuckle, they'd learned that from him.
He let them undress him, their hands caressing his skin, fingers trailing over his arms and his legs, down his chest and his stomach. Abby knelt to take off his socks and brushed kisses over his calves; Tony licked a line down his spine before sliding off Gibbs' pants. And yet--for all that, they weren't deliberately trying to arouse him, Gibbs noticed. They weren't necessarily trying not to, but they weren't trying to seduce him.
Gibbs wondered why.
When his clothes were gone, Abby rose to her feet and Tony stepped back. "Come into my parlor," Abby said teasingly, holding out her hand.
"Abs..." Gibbs looked at her warily.
"Do you trust us?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
He sighed to himself and took her hand.
Abby led him to the bathroom. In here, there were fewer candles, and the scent was something softer he couldn't identify. She turned on the water and gestured for him to step in, following him into the shower and sliding the door closed. "Just relax," she said softly. "You don't have to do anything."
The water was as hot as he liked it--almost hot enough to scald. He reached for the shampoo bottle, but Abby shook her head and took it. "Don't do anything," she said, licking water off his shoulder. "Let me."
He closed his eyes and let her bathe him, groaning a little at the feel of her nails over his scalp, the stiff-bristled bath brush she used to scrub his skin. She even washed his face, her fingers gentle as she used whatever the heck it was. When she was--finally--done, she let him stand under the water for a minute or two before shutting it off and stepping out to get towels.
Gibbs let her dry him off; he had a pretty good idea that she wouldn't have let him do it anyway. "You're beginning to get the idea," she said lightly, hanging up the towels. "Come on. Time for stage two."
"Stage two?" Gibbs asked, following her back to the bedroom.
"Mm-hmm." That was all she said.
Tony knelt on the bed, which was partially covered by a giant bath sheet. Another towel was spread across the pillows. "Lie down," he said, nodding at the towels.
Gibbs bit back a smile and lay down as directed, settling himself against the bed. He knew where this, at least, was going.
And not for the first time, or even for the hundredth, he thought that he didn't deserve them. Either of them.
Tony straddled him and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck, rubbing his cheek against Gibbs' skin. He knelt up; Gibbs heard the sound of a bottle opening but couldn't identify the scent. He didn't bother trying.
Breath whooshed out of him involuntarily at the first firm touch of Tony's hands, thumbs digging into his shoulders. "Tell me if it's too much," Tony said quietly, beginning to work out the tension. "The idea isn't to hurt you."
Gibbs grunted in assent, which was about all he could do. He seemed to have lost most higher cognitive abilities between the shower and the massage.
Tony seemed intent on working out every knot and tight spot in his back. His hands had to be bothering him, Gibbs thought vaguely, but he didn't stop and Gibbs couldn't summon up the energy or the ability to tell him to do so.
Besides, it felt too damn good.
"There," Tony said at last, wiping off the excess oil. "Think he's up for stage three, Abs?" He moved off Gibbs, kneeling next to him.
She laughed and ran her fingers down Gibbs' back, fingers playing a light tattoo over his spine. "I don't know, Tony. Maybe we should just let him sleep."
It was a bit of an effort, but Gibbs managed to roll onto his back and grab her wrist. "As opposed to what, pretty girl?" he asked, squeezing just enough to make her gasp and shudder.
Abby swallowed, licking her lips. "We--we had a third stage planned," she said shakily.
"Did you, now?" He pressed his thumb into her pulse, just to watch her shiver.
"Y-yeah." She looked at Tony, a bit helplessly.
Tony crawled over Gibbs, leaning to kiss him gently. "It involved us, and you, and a few combinations of things."
"Such as?" Gibbs asked, tugging Tony down on top of him.
"Such as your dick and my ass...and Abby's pussy and your mouth." Tony stretched out on top of Gibbs, licking his jaw. "Of course, that can be subject to change depending on what you want."
Gibbs ran the fingers of his free hand through Tony's hair, resting his hand on the back of Tony's neck. "I like that combination," he murmured. He tugged Abby down next to him and turned to kiss her. "You stay here for now, pretty girl," he said, stroking her face. "I want to watch Tony suck my cock first. And then I want to watch him stretch himself open for me."
Both Abby and Tony groaned; Gibbs smiled to himself. They might have planned this out, but that didn't mean they were in charge.
Tony slid down GIbbs' body, rubbing his cheek against GIbbs' stomach. He licked Gibbs' cock, mouthing the head, slowly taking more into his mouth. Gibbs watched Tony's lips slide down over his cock and bit back a groan. He had no idea who'd taught Tony to give head but one of these days he was going to have to find the man and thank him. Christ.
He kept one hand around Abby's wrist and one hand on the back of Tony's neck, guiding him but not pushing him, more for contact than control. Abby shivered and pressed against him; Gibbs felt her heat against his leg. "That's so fucking hot," she whispered.
Yeah. Gibbs watched Tony suck his cock and had to agree, even as he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from thrusting up and just fucking Tony's mouth until he came. "Enough," he said hoarsely, tugging on Tony's hair.
Tony raised his head, licking his lips. "Master?" he asked, voice raspy.
"I want to watch you stretch yourself open for me," Gibbs told him. "And then I want to watch you ride me."
Tony shuddered and nodded, kneeling up. He picked up the oil and poured a little on his fingers before handing the bottle to Abby and reaching around behind himself. His mouth parted and his eyes closed and Gibbs caught his free hand, linking their fingers to give Tony something to balance against. "Oh--" Tony gasped, working one finger inside. "Oh, God, Master--"
"Take your time," Gibbs said huskily. "I want to watch you."
The sound Tony made in response was desperate and needy and it sent a shiver through Gibbs. God, he loved seeing Tony like this. Naked, hard, eager to please--and now, kneeling over Gibbs, one hand gripping Gibbs' tight, the other stretching himself open--Gibbs took a deep breath. He needed control, or this would be over before it began.
"Master...please..." Tony's voice was ragged. "Please, let me..."
Gibbs nodded. "Fuck yourself on my cock, Tony. Ride me."
Abby handed Tony the oil again; he took it and used it to slick Gibbs' cock, the excess dampening the towel. Abby took it back and Tony gripped Gibbs' hand again, the other steadying Gibbs' cock as he slowly sank down on it.
"Oh, Christ," Tony gasped. He arched back, trembling. "Oh, God, Master--"
"Ride me," Gibbs ground out, fighting to breathe. "Come on, Tony. Ride me."
Tony whined and began to move. His skin was flushed and damp with sweat, his head had fallen back, he was hot and tight around Gibbs' cock and Gibbs couldn't think of anything more erotic than the way Tony looked right now.
But he wasn't done yet. "Pretty girl," he said, tugging her wrist. "Kneel over me."
Abby moved eagerly, kneeling over his face, letting Gibbs guide her with his other hand until she was right where he wanted her. He breathed against her cunt and felt her moan, licked her clit and heard her gasp. "Both of you, come when you can," he said before pulling Abby down and beginning to work her in earnest.
Tony's hand slipped from Gibbs' grasp; Gibbs figured he was holding on to Abby but couldn't look. He closed his eyes, inhaling her scent, tasting her, sucking her clit. He felt her tremble above him, heard Tony's echoing moan. Tony was moving on him hard and fast, Abby's thighs were taut under his hands, and it was a toss-up as to which of them would come first.
Abby cried out, a long wailing sound, and came, spasming. Gibbs smiled to himself and scraped his teeth over her clit--and sure enough, she keened and came again. He let her go, letting her crawl off his face, next to him.
When he looked up, Tony and Abby were kissing frantically, his hands on her shoulders to balance himself. She had one hand around his cock, jerking him off in rhythm with his movement on Gibbs' cock. "Come on, baby, come on, come for him, let him see..." Abby pulled away from Tony's mouth, murmuring against his throat. "Come on, baby..."
Tony moaned, long and low, and came all over his stomach and Abby's hand. The sight was all Gibbs needed; he reached for Tony's hips, grabbing them and pulling him down hard. Tony groaned and Gibbs thrust up into him and came, shuddering.
For a little while, no one moved. But eventually, Abby went to get washcloths and Tony moved off Gibbs and lay down next to him, cuddling close. Abby came back and Gibbs took a cloth and cleaned himself and Tony off gently.
"Stage four," Abby said around a yawn. "Bed." She tugged back the covers and all three of them crawled underneath, Tony on one side of Gibbs and Abby on the other. Tony and Abby linked hands over Gibbs' side and Abby sighed with contentment. "Sleep now," she said, kissing Gibbs' back.
Tony kissed Gibbs' collarbone. "Mm-hmm."
Gibbs closed his eyes, smiling wryly. Even when they were trying to relax him, they wore him out.
On the other hand, he felt better than he had in weeks.
He lifted their joined hands to his lips and kissed them gently. "Mine," he murmured, setting their hands back down. "My boy. My girl."
"Mm-hmm." Abby kissed his shoulder.
"Yours," Tony said softly, kissing him gently.
They were still going to kill him. But at the moment, he didn't care so much. Gibbs settled against the pillows and let himself fall asleep, surrounded by warmth and the feel of bodies on either side of him and the scent of peppermint and green tea.