Fic: Crime Scene Investigation (NCIS, Tony/Tim/(Abby) NC-17)
Title: Crime Scene Investigation
Author: tigerlady
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Tony/Tim/(Abby)
Rating: Porn!
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money off of this.
Summary: Tony gets caught at the scene of the crime.
Notes: First there was kageygirl's awesome After Hours, with Tim and Abby getting it on. Then I threw my hat in the ring with Leg Work, wherein Abby and Tony get it on. You knew there had to be a number three, right? I tried to write this for the porn battle, but it was just too long. 1000 words.
"I guess it's true what they say," McGee says from somewhere behind him. Somewhere close behind him, and something in the probie's voice makes Tony stand up and turn away from the note he was writing. "About the perp returning to the scene of the crime."
Busted, Tony thinks, but really, he's surprised it's taken McGee this long to confront him. "Crime," he says, forcing a wide smile onto his face. "What crime?"
"Don't play dumb with me, DiNozzo. I saw you last night. With Abby." McGee's flushed, all the way from his button-down collar to his widow's peak. Tony thought he'd seen the probie pissed before; after all, one of his missions in life is to find every button his co-workers have. By trial and error, of course. But he's never seen that look on McGee's face. Tony can't quite puzzle out whether it's hurt or anger or something else, but he knows for sure what he's feeling himself.
Guilt. Hundred-and-eighty proof, pure-distilled, nothing-to-water-it-down guilt. He hadn't just broken the guy code. He'd torn it down off the frat house doors, stomped all over it with muddy cleats, then took a tinkle on it for fun.
"Look," he says, holding up his hands. He drops them to his side again when he realizes how guilty that makes him look. "It was a spur of the moment thing. It didn't mean anything, I swear."
McGee's eyebrow goes up. He almost looks intimidating. "And that's supposed to make it better? I'm sure Abby would love to know she's just another one of your conquests."
"That's not what I meant!" Tony's heel smacks into something behind him; he glances over his shoulder, and sure enough, he's backed into the wall without thinking. He squares his shoulders, tired of being on the defensive. "You know that's not what I meant, McGrillster. And for the record, she said you guys are just friends with benefits."
McGee takes a step forward. Which isn't intimidating at all. And it's not intimidating when McGee braces his hands to either side of Tony's head and leans in so they're nearly nose to nose. Tony swallows and pretends he doesn't need to check the drape of his Armani pants.
"That's right," McGee says, and he must be practicing his interrogation techniques again, because Tony's never heard his voice that deep and growly before. "We're free to see other people. I just never thought you'd be one of those people."
Tony blinks. You're never supposed to blink, on either end of an interrogation, but Tony can't help it because it sounds like McGee is saying--
And then he can't blink, can't do anything but stare, because McGee really is closing the last few inches between them. Tony brings his hands up to push him away, like he's supposed to, but instead his fingers catch in the thin cotton of McGee's shirt and pull him in closer. He doesn't whimper. He'd deny that the little high-pitched noise came from him--under oath, even--except he's too busy opening his mouth to McGee's.
"Oh, God," McGee says, pulling away far too soon. Tony opens his eyes--he doesn't remember closing them--and intimidating guy is gone, replaced by the McGee he sees every day. "I didn't think you'd actually-"
"Shut up, Probie," Tony hisses, "and kiss me."
For once, McGee does exactly what Tony tells him to do without protest. Tony groans, and McGee steps closer, pushing his thigh between Tony's, pressing Tony back against the window of Abby's lab. He vaguely thinks of the camera-free zone and how dangerous this still is, but both thoughts fly out of his head when he feels McGee hard against his leg, and oh yeah, the probie is definitely packing heat.
Tony pushes away from the wall and spins them around in one swift move. He's done with this passive crap. Taking a page from Abby's book, he slides to his knees. He leans forward, rubbing his cheek against the hardness clearly outlined by the off-the-rack pants.
"Please," McGee begs, like it wasn't obvious where Tony's going with this. Tony unzips him slowly, pulls his briefs down just enough for his cock to bob forward, more demanding than McGee himself ever could be.
Tony can't take him in very far, though he tries. It's been a long time since he's done this, and McGee really doesn't have anything to be ashamed about. But it doesn't seem to matter, not with the way McGee is groaning, the way he's leaking onto Tony's tongue. There's a fine tremble building in his thighs, one that makes Tony wonder how much longer McGee's gonna stay standing. Tony pats him on the hip, then pushes himself farther down, until McGee's cock is hitting the back of his throat. He pulls up, goes down again, getting comfortable with the rhythm, letting the smell and taste and sound of McGee build his own desire. He wraps his left hand around his own cock, just holding on. One doesn't come in Armani, after all.
"Tony," McGee gasps, fingers clenching tight, and then he comes. Tony pulls back enough so he can swallow without losing any. He keeps sucking and swallowing until McGee starts to soften, and then he pulls off, rubbing his tired jaw as he sits back on his heels.
He's thinking about McGee returning the favor when he hears a throaty chuckle behind him.
"See, Timmy? I told you it would all work out."
Tony turns his head, and sure enough, Abby's sitting on the workbench, kicking her legs out, smiling like she's the one who swallowed the cream.
"Let's finish this at my place," she says. She jumps off and holds her hands out to them. "You know, I just love it when a plan comes together."
Tony laughs, McGee a half second later. Sometimes, crime really does pay.
Author: tigerlady
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Tony/Tim/(Abby)
Rating: Porn!
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money off of this.
Summary: Tony gets caught at the scene of the crime.
Notes: First there was kageygirl's awesome After Hours, with Tim and Abby getting it on. Then I threw my hat in the ring with Leg Work, wherein Abby and Tony get it on. You knew there had to be a number three, right? I tried to write this for the porn battle, but it was just too long. 1000 words.
"I guess it's true what they say," McGee says from somewhere behind him. Somewhere close behind him, and something in the probie's voice makes Tony stand up and turn away from the note he was writing. "About the perp returning to the scene of the crime."
Busted, Tony thinks, but really, he's surprised it's taken McGee this long to confront him. "Crime," he says, forcing a wide smile onto his face. "What crime?"
"Don't play dumb with me, DiNozzo. I saw you last night. With Abby." McGee's flushed, all the way from his button-down collar to his widow's peak. Tony thought he'd seen the probie pissed before; after all, one of his missions in life is to find every button his co-workers have. By trial and error, of course. But he's never seen that look on McGee's face. Tony can't quite puzzle out whether it's hurt or anger or something else, but he knows for sure what he's feeling himself.
Guilt. Hundred-and-eighty proof, pure-distilled, nothing-to-water-it-down guilt. He hadn't just broken the guy code. He'd torn it down off the frat house doors, stomped all over it with muddy cleats, then took a tinkle on it for fun.
"Look," he says, holding up his hands. He drops them to his side again when he realizes how guilty that makes him look. "It was a spur of the moment thing. It didn't mean anything, I swear."
McGee's eyebrow goes up. He almost looks intimidating. "And that's supposed to make it better? I'm sure Abby would love to know she's just another one of your conquests."
"That's not what I meant!" Tony's heel smacks into something behind him; he glances over his shoulder, and sure enough, he's backed into the wall without thinking. He squares his shoulders, tired of being on the defensive. "You know that's not what I meant, McGrillster. And for the record, she said you guys are just friends with benefits."
McGee takes a step forward. Which isn't intimidating at all. And it's not intimidating when McGee braces his hands to either side of Tony's head and leans in so they're nearly nose to nose. Tony swallows and pretends he doesn't need to check the drape of his Armani pants.
"That's right," McGee says, and he must be practicing his interrogation techniques again, because Tony's never heard his voice that deep and growly before. "We're free to see other people. I just never thought you'd be one of those people."
Tony blinks. You're never supposed to blink, on either end of an interrogation, but Tony can't help it because it sounds like McGee is saying--
And then he can't blink, can't do anything but stare, because McGee really is closing the last few inches between them. Tony brings his hands up to push him away, like he's supposed to, but instead his fingers catch in the thin cotton of McGee's shirt and pull him in closer. He doesn't whimper. He'd deny that the little high-pitched noise came from him--under oath, even--except he's too busy opening his mouth to McGee's.
"Oh, God," McGee says, pulling away far too soon. Tony opens his eyes--he doesn't remember closing them--and intimidating guy is gone, replaced by the McGee he sees every day. "I didn't think you'd actually-"
"Shut up, Probie," Tony hisses, "and kiss me."
For once, McGee does exactly what Tony tells him to do without protest. Tony groans, and McGee steps closer, pushing his thigh between Tony's, pressing Tony back against the window of Abby's lab. He vaguely thinks of the camera-free zone and how dangerous this still is, but both thoughts fly out of his head when he feels McGee hard against his leg, and oh yeah, the probie is definitely packing heat.
Tony pushes away from the wall and spins them around in one swift move. He's done with this passive crap. Taking a page from Abby's book, he slides to his knees. He leans forward, rubbing his cheek against the hardness clearly outlined by the off-the-rack pants.
"Please," McGee begs, like it wasn't obvious where Tony's going with this. Tony unzips him slowly, pulls his briefs down just enough for his cock to bob forward, more demanding than McGee himself ever could be.
Tony can't take him in very far, though he tries. It's been a long time since he's done this, and McGee really doesn't have anything to be ashamed about. But it doesn't seem to matter, not with the way McGee is groaning, the way he's leaking onto Tony's tongue. There's a fine tremble building in his thighs, one that makes Tony wonder how much longer McGee's gonna stay standing. Tony pats him on the hip, then pushes himself farther down, until McGee's cock is hitting the back of his throat. He pulls up, goes down again, getting comfortable with the rhythm, letting the smell and taste and sound of McGee build his own desire. He wraps his left hand around his own cock, just holding on. One doesn't come in Armani, after all.
"Tony," McGee gasps, fingers clenching tight, and then he comes. Tony pulls back enough so he can swallow without losing any. He keeps sucking and swallowing until McGee starts to soften, and then he pulls off, rubbing his tired jaw as he sits back on his heels.
He's thinking about McGee returning the favor when he hears a throaty chuckle behind him.
"See, Timmy? I told you it would all work out."
Tony turns his head, and sure enough, Abby's sitting on the workbench, kicking her legs out, smiling like she's the one who swallowed the cream.
"Let's finish this at my place," she says. She jumps off and holds her hands out to them. "You know, I just love it when a plan comes together."
Tony laughs, McGee a half second later. Sometimes, crime really does pay.