Fic: Forgive
Title: Forgive
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Cheating.
Word Count: 680 words
Summary: Tim cheats. They both pay.
A/N: My first Porn Battle story! Posted here for archival purposes/posterity.
The first time after he cheats, McGee is almost too tight. Tony has to really work to get into him, enough so that he can't help worrying about accidentally hurting him. It also makes him angry, because he had been fingering McGee just a few minutes prior, and Tim's hole had been loose and sticky and used from another man’s cock. But it's hard to stay angry with McGee, it always has been. It's doubly hard now as McGee bites the pillow, keening desperately in his throat, and Tony just keeps pressing in until he's finally sliding in to that sweet heat, until his balls are flush against McGee's ass. Then he makes the best of it, pulling out just as slowly, pushing back in until Tim's entrance loosens, and then Tony's pounding him, trying to wring every last desperate gasp out of his partner's throat until he can't keep going and pumps McGee full of spunk, just like the man before him.
The second time, nothing much has changed, except McGee doesn't have left over cum in his ass, and they're in the ballistics lab. He's just as tight as the first time, and Tony starts cursing as he pushes in.
"God, do you want to out, or something?" he demands through gritted teeth. "You just need to say so McGee --" But Tim cuts him off by arching his back and pushing backwards, sliding over Tony's cock much faster than Tony had been able to push in, and that's all it takes for them to be meeting each other at a desperate pace, and then the only sound is their heavy breathing.
Tony orgasms first, and he's glad it's late because he's pretty certain the whole building echoes. He holds McGee for a few minutes, feeling his cock twitch inside Probie's ass, hearing Tim's desperate breath, and yeah, he wants to jack Tim off.
But Tim smacks his hand when he reaches for his cock, and says "Leave, Tony."
"What?"
"I said, leave. Get out of here, I have work to do."
"Fine, but let me --"
"I said, go!"
He doesn't shout, but he's close to it. Tony pulls out of him, doesn't miss the small moan it elicits, and leaves after he tucks himself away.
He only glances over his shoulder once. McGee is facing away from him, his left hand working frantically at his front, and his shoulders are twitching.
Tony leaves. He feels dirty.
The third time, it's the middle of the night, and Tony knows that it's a bad idea. He doesn't bother knocking on the door, just unlocks it with his key, notes with irritation that Tim has left the chain off again. He replaces it before he slips into the bedroom. McGee is laying on his side, away from the door. Tony gets onto the bed, casts an arm over his partner's waist. A hand covers his, and he feels a lump come up in his throat.
A quiet sob interrupts his thoughts. He slides in closer, until he's spooned up against Tim's trembling body.
"Please," Tim blurts out. "Please, Tony, don't hate me, I --"
"I can't hate you." It comes out in a rush. "I can't hate you, Tim, God. I love you.”
Tim sucks in a breath, and turns over. They start kissing, slowly and softly as Tim’s hands start tugging at Tony’s belt, and then the kisses turn sloppy and desperate, and Tim straddles Tony’s hips and lays down on top of him, begging quietly.
He’s still tight, even with the lube, but Tony only has to ask, “Please, let me in,” to feel something around his cock relax, to feel Tim’s thighs squeeze into his sides, and then he just has to lift his hips up to push deeper into that gorgeous ass. It doesn’t take long for McGee to come, spilling across Tony’s stomach and chest, and after Tony follows, they lay there for a long time, wrapped around each other.
“Don’t hate you,” Tony mumbles against McGee’s neck. “Never hate you.”
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Cheating.
Word Count: 680 words
Summary: Tim cheats. They both pay.
A/N: My first Porn Battle story! Posted here for archival purposes/posterity.
The first time after he cheats, McGee is almost too tight. Tony has to really work to get into him, enough so that he can't help worrying about accidentally hurting him. It also makes him angry, because he had been fingering McGee just a few minutes prior, and Tim's hole had been loose and sticky and used from another man’s cock. But it's hard to stay angry with McGee, it always has been. It's doubly hard now as McGee bites the pillow, keening desperately in his throat, and Tony just keeps pressing in until he's finally sliding in to that sweet heat, until his balls are flush against McGee's ass. Then he makes the best of it, pulling out just as slowly, pushing back in until Tim's entrance loosens, and then Tony's pounding him, trying to wring every last desperate gasp out of his partner's throat until he can't keep going and pumps McGee full of spunk, just like the man before him.
The second time, nothing much has changed, except McGee doesn't have left over cum in his ass, and they're in the ballistics lab. He's just as tight as the first time, and Tony starts cursing as he pushes in.
"God, do you want to out, or something?" he demands through gritted teeth. "You just need to say so McGee --" But Tim cuts him off by arching his back and pushing backwards, sliding over Tony's cock much faster than Tony had been able to push in, and that's all it takes for them to be meeting each other at a desperate pace, and then the only sound is their heavy breathing.
Tony orgasms first, and he's glad it's late because he's pretty certain the whole building echoes. He holds McGee for a few minutes, feeling his cock twitch inside Probie's ass, hearing Tim's desperate breath, and yeah, he wants to jack Tim off.
But Tim smacks his hand when he reaches for his cock, and says "Leave, Tony."
"What?"
"I said, leave. Get out of here, I have work to do."
"Fine, but let me --"
"I said, go!"
He doesn't shout, but he's close to it. Tony pulls out of him, doesn't miss the small moan it elicits, and leaves after he tucks himself away.
He only glances over his shoulder once. McGee is facing away from him, his left hand working frantically at his front, and his shoulders are twitching.
Tony leaves. He feels dirty.
The third time, it's the middle of the night, and Tony knows that it's a bad idea. He doesn't bother knocking on the door, just unlocks it with his key, notes with irritation that Tim has left the chain off again. He replaces it before he slips into the bedroom. McGee is laying on his side, away from the door. Tony gets onto the bed, casts an arm over his partner's waist. A hand covers his, and he feels a lump come up in his throat.
A quiet sob interrupts his thoughts. He slides in closer, until he's spooned up against Tim's trembling body.
"Please," Tim blurts out. "Please, Tony, don't hate me, I --"
"I can't hate you." It comes out in a rush. "I can't hate you, Tim, God. I love you.”
Tim sucks in a breath, and turns over. They start kissing, slowly and softly as Tim’s hands start tugging at Tony’s belt, and then the kisses turn sloppy and desperate, and Tim straddles Tony’s hips and lays down on top of him, begging quietly.
He’s still tight, even with the lube, but Tony only has to ask, “Please, let me in,” to feel something around his cock relax, to feel Tim’s thighs squeeze into his sides, and then he just has to lift his hips up to push deeper into that gorgeous ass. It doesn’t take long for McGee to come, spilling across Tony’s stomach and chest, and after Tony follows, they lay there for a long time, wrapped around each other.
“Don’t hate you,” Tony mumbles against McGee’s neck. “Never hate you.”