Etiquette Lessons: Please & Patience
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kissmeprobieTitle: Etiquette Lessons: Please & Patience
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: M?
Pairing: Tony/Tim
Warning(s): Gratuitousness, blowjobbery.
Summary: Tim has a lot to learn, Tony has a lot to teach. Two different ficlets.
Author's Note: So...I am trying out a new fandom (hello y'all!), and while trying out the characters I sort of just wrote porn instead. Let me know if that's a faux pas here (or is there is someplace more appropriate for this?) Thanks!
Anthony DiNozzo liked to think of himself as a mentor. An authority figure, meant to guide young lambs that came into his purview. McGee had come to them fairly green from Norfolk, his talents being squandered in a cluttered office full of files, and Tony was willing to teach him how to be a good field agent.
McGee, it turns out, was a quick study, and always had been. 18 with a bachelor’s from MIT, a master’s from Johns Hopkins, a fast mind, and nice eyes. DiNozzo was a big picture kind of guy, though, and was eager to see what else McGee could learn.
Please
Timothy McGee had a mouth made for blowjobs. Tony had decided relatively soon after meeting him. And Tony was not disappointed the first time he had coaxed a skittish McGee into sliding onto his knees and taking his dick in that full mouth. McGee was as focused as he ever was, eyes closed, thinking only about the task at hand. It was almost overwhelming, having the intensity and drive that McGee used to crack code placed directly onto him, onto getting him off, but it was hot. Tim might not have been as experienced as some of the girls Tony was used to, but Tony always appreciated a masculine perspective. It was a little more intuitive. Tim had been a little tentative at first, but had gotten a little rougher quickly. Tim knew what worked and after that first time, that was how blow jobs for Tony went. Deep, intense, and fast.
It was always good, but Tony liked a little variation. On blow job number six, Tony decided to take action. McGee was always quiet, and Tony liked a love to stroke his ego as well as his cock. He wanted to hear McGee beg for it, let loose. Get a little wanton. He looked down at the younger man, still dressed (and when did Tony turn into a college kid, still wearing his jeans while getting blown on the couch?) on his knees in between Tony’s legs, looking DiNozzo’s erect cock. He jerked back, away from Tim’s slightly open mouth and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Manners, McGee,” he said, his voice low and husky, and McGee squeezed his eyes shut in frustration, pouting and running his tongue around his lips.
“Tony, c’mon.” His hands reached out, firm on his legs, trying to pull Tony closer. Tony liked the edge of anxiousness in his voice, as though DiNozzo was going to suddenly change his mind about someone giving him a blow job.
Tony smiled down at the younger man, slowly pumping his erection. He brought the tip to McGee’s lips, and the blonde’s tongue made it to the head before he pulled back again.
“What’s the magic word, McNeedy?”
Tim’s eyes suddenly glittered dangerously, and he stared up at Tony with a little lopsided smirk. Oh. DiNozzo could almost hear the whir of gears in the man’s head as he reassessed the situation.
“Mmm, please Tony,” he said lowly, dragging out the vowels. McGee leaned closer, his breath ghosting across the sensitive head of DiNozzo’s cock. “I want to suck you, taste you. Please.” The last word was desperate enough that DiNozzo moaned out loud, still jacking himself off. McGee sounded like a porno, only he was real, real eyes closed and real hot mouth closing on the head of his cock, his tongue swirling. Better than porno.
“I love tasting you,” he said, right before licking the sides of his cock, teasing the skin of his balls with the tip of his tongue. Tony groaned again, thinking that maybe he’d underestimated McGee yet again. McGee took him in his mouth, pouting lips stretched a little, and he looked up at Tony. No closed eyes or private headspace – McGee and Tony shared electricity. Tony looked away first, biting his lip and moaning again as Tim sucked him, sliding his left hand along his shaft. McGee rumbled contentedly and that felt amazing too.
Then, McGee swallowed him, nose pressed up against the hair on his lower abs. Tony’s cock was buried in his throat, and he looked down at McGee’s clear, mischievous eyes. His mouth was so hot, and his tongue never stopped moving around his cock. Their gazes locked for a short and fucking erotic moment (so much better than porn, Tony thought desperately, trying not to buck), and then McGee closed his eyes and did something – fuck, was he humming? swallowing? his powers of perception were failing him – and Tony managed to grunt out a warning before he shot down his throat.
McGee coughed a little but managed to swallow all of Tony’s cum, but Tony missed the erotic movement of his throat. He just slumped bonelessly on the couch. The orgasm clung to his body, blacking out the edges of his vision, making his skin feel radiant. His hand was wrapped up in McGee’s short hair, and though he didn’t recollect grabbing it, he tugged at it gently and run a thumb over the shell of his ear. McGee rocked back onto his heels, looking up and smiling, closed mouth, again.
“Wow,” Tony managed at last. “Fast learner.”
McGee just smiled.
Patience
DiNozzo knew he was being kind of a jerk. Tim was naked and squirming on the bed and Tony hadn’t once touched his cock. He’d nipped at the soft skin at his thighs when pulling down his boxers, mouthed a nipple as he pulled McGee’s starched shirt over his head, forgoing unbuttoning entirely. Tim had tried to get his hands on Tony as fast as he could, whipping off his belt, but Tony had simply straddled his thighs and pushed Tim down, keeping himself just out of reach. He rocked into the man underneath him, and the sudden contact to Tim’s erection made him jerk.
“Turn over,” Tony said as he got up off the bed to get the condoms and lube. Tim flashed him a quizzical look, one eyebrow raised, and instead sat up and cradled his erection. Tony laughed.
“C’mon, Tim,” he said, holding up the lube. McGee rolled his eyes but did as he was told. “Hands off the goods,” Tony warned as he grabbed him by the hips and arranged him, head down, ass-up, weight resting on his knees and elbows.
“This better be good, Tony,” McGee sighed, his erection bobbing in the air, leaking a little bit.
“Doubter! I’m wounded,” Tony replied, the grin apparent in his voice as he simultaneously ran a finger up the other’s man’s crack. McGee inhaled sharply through his nose, his eyes closed.
Tony’s fingers were never hesitant, and Tim’s eyelids fluttered when he added a second without much warning. “Tony?” he asked, but Tony was taking his time that night. “Hold your horses,” he said and McGee snorted, pushing back against his hand and clenching just a little. McGee was both pliant and strong, a combination that kept Tony coming back to this against his better judgment.
“Fine,” Tony said wryly, guiding his cock to McGee and stopping before pushing in. “No complaining though. McWhiner.”
“McReady is more like it,” McGee growled at him, and he pushed back, opening to pull Tony inside.
Tony laughed and grabbed his hips, forcing him to still. “Hey. I’m in charge tonight, okay?”
McGee answered by moaning in an encouraging way as Tony started to slide inside. He kept his strokes short, teasing him, enjoying it. He luxuriated in the sight of McGee moaning and bucking underneath him, bent ass-up over Tony’s bed. The slowness made Tony feel powerful as he slid his hand between Tim’s chest and the bed, twisting a nipple and making the man under him gasp and moan darkly. His other hand kept its hold on McGee’s hips, keeping him from grinding against the sheets.
“Please, Tony.” The desperation in his voice made Tony have to bite back a moan of his own as he continued to slowly pump his cock shallowly in and out of the man underneath him. “Mmm, not yet.”
“Pleeeaase. Oh god, please fuck me harder.” Normally that would have worked, McGee’s sex voice was out in full force, but Tony was out to break them free of a rut of heated, fast, desperate sex. Well, he was out to break himself out of being needy and desperate, because he liked sex fast and hot and fumbling, but he also liked it slow and smoldering, and he knew that McGee could do smoldering if given the chance.
Tony leaned over McGee’s long back. “We’re trying something else this time, Probie,” he whispered right behind his ear, and then he bit him rather roughly in juncture between neck and shoulder.
McGee responded with a guttural noise and he pressed backward, rolling his hips to try to take control of the pace. Tony squeezed his hip.
“Calm down, McQuickie.”
“Easy for you to say,” McGee growled out, looking backward, his hands tight fists in Tony’s expensive sheets.
Tony smiled and pulled out again, then thrust in deeply. Balls deep. Tony moaned a little tiny bit, because McGee was tight and warm and wiggling, his pale ass perfect. He stayed still until McGee’s grimace and muscles relaxed, then slowly started pumping.
“Mmm, Tony.” The edge ebbed out of McGee’s voice with every deep, full thrust and Tony suddenly realized that he was probably bruising McGee’s hips. He uncurled his death grip in one hand (bruises, check) and pulled on McGee’s nipple again, almost lazily. McGee made a noise in the back of his throat and Tony thought idly about raking nails across his back, maybe smacking his pale ass, and then decided to restrain himself this time.
“Fuck, Tony,” McGee was just a litany of swear words and Tony’s name, and Tony wanted to come but wanted to see if he could get McGee off first, just fucking. He felt so good, in control, and enjoyed each noise McGee was making, that he was causing McGee to make.
Tony was equally incoherent, full of “c’mons” and “yeahs” and “Oh god you’re hot,” and then McGee started keening and Tony’s hand moved on its own to McGee’s cock, lesson in slow fucking forgotten in his need to get his partner off.
Tony started pumping faster, eliciting an “Oh, oh, oh,” and McGee came all over his hand and the sheets, his thighs trembling. Tony kept pumping, making McGee groan through the afterglow.
Tony came suddenly, a surprise after the intense build up, the world swimming in his vision for a moment before he let go of McGee’s hip. The taller man instantly collapsed against the bed, and Tony fumbled at the condom, tossing it to the side before sinking his weight on top of his partner.
“Worth the wait?” Tony asked against his ear. McGee snorted.
“It has been so far. What, pray tell, were you trying to do exactly?”
Tony nuzzled the back of his neck, not moving. “Well, at first I wanted to make sweet, slow looove to you. And then I, uh, wanted to see if I
was good enough to get you off, no hands.”
Tim laughed, twisting his body underneath him. “Well, now I need you to get off me.” He pushed a little at Tony’s chest.
Tony grabbed his partner and kissed him soundly. “You need to be a little more patient.”
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: M?
Pairing: Tony/Tim
Warning(s): Gratuitousness, blowjobbery.
Summary: Tim has a lot to learn, Tony has a lot to teach. Two different ficlets.
Author's Note: So...I am trying out a new fandom (hello y'all!), and while trying out the characters I sort of just wrote porn instead. Let me know if that's a faux pas here (or is there is someplace more appropriate for this?) Thanks!
Anthony DiNozzo liked to think of himself as a mentor. An authority figure, meant to guide young lambs that came into his purview. McGee had come to them fairly green from Norfolk, his talents being squandered in a cluttered office full of files, and Tony was willing to teach him how to be a good field agent.
McGee, it turns out, was a quick study, and always had been. 18 with a bachelor’s from MIT, a master’s from Johns Hopkins, a fast mind, and nice eyes. DiNozzo was a big picture kind of guy, though, and was eager to see what else McGee could learn.
Please
Timothy McGee had a mouth made for blowjobs. Tony had decided relatively soon after meeting him. And Tony was not disappointed the first time he had coaxed a skittish McGee into sliding onto his knees and taking his dick in that full mouth. McGee was as focused as he ever was, eyes closed, thinking only about the task at hand. It was almost overwhelming, having the intensity and drive that McGee used to crack code placed directly onto him, onto getting him off, but it was hot. Tim might not have been as experienced as some of the girls Tony was used to, but Tony always appreciated a masculine perspective. It was a little more intuitive. Tim had been a little tentative at first, but had gotten a little rougher quickly. Tim knew what worked and after that first time, that was how blow jobs for Tony went. Deep, intense, and fast.
It was always good, but Tony liked a little variation. On blow job number six, Tony decided to take action. McGee was always quiet, and Tony liked a love to stroke his ego as well as his cock. He wanted to hear McGee beg for it, let loose. Get a little wanton. He looked down at the younger man, still dressed (and when did Tony turn into a college kid, still wearing his jeans while getting blown on the couch?) on his knees in between Tony’s legs, looking DiNozzo’s erect cock. He jerked back, away from Tim’s slightly open mouth and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Manners, McGee,” he said, his voice low and husky, and McGee squeezed his eyes shut in frustration, pouting and running his tongue around his lips.
“Tony, c’mon.” His hands reached out, firm on his legs, trying to pull Tony closer. Tony liked the edge of anxiousness in his voice, as though DiNozzo was going to suddenly change his mind about someone giving him a blow job.
Tony smiled down at the younger man, slowly pumping his erection. He brought the tip to McGee’s lips, and the blonde’s tongue made it to the head before he pulled back again.
“What’s the magic word, McNeedy?”
Tim’s eyes suddenly glittered dangerously, and he stared up at Tony with a little lopsided smirk. Oh. DiNozzo could almost hear the whir of gears in the man’s head as he reassessed the situation.
“Mmm, please Tony,” he said lowly, dragging out the vowels. McGee leaned closer, his breath ghosting across the sensitive head of DiNozzo’s cock. “I want to suck you, taste you. Please.” The last word was desperate enough that DiNozzo moaned out loud, still jacking himself off. McGee sounded like a porno, only he was real, real eyes closed and real hot mouth closing on the head of his cock, his tongue swirling. Better than porno.
“I love tasting you,” he said, right before licking the sides of his cock, teasing the skin of his balls with the tip of his tongue. Tony groaned again, thinking that maybe he’d underestimated McGee yet again. McGee took him in his mouth, pouting lips stretched a little, and he looked up at Tony. No closed eyes or private headspace – McGee and Tony shared electricity. Tony looked away first, biting his lip and moaning again as Tim sucked him, sliding his left hand along his shaft. McGee rumbled contentedly and that felt amazing too.
Then, McGee swallowed him, nose pressed up against the hair on his lower abs. Tony’s cock was buried in his throat, and he looked down at McGee’s clear, mischievous eyes. His mouth was so hot, and his tongue never stopped moving around his cock. Their gazes locked for a short and fucking erotic moment (so much better than porn, Tony thought desperately, trying not to buck), and then McGee closed his eyes and did something – fuck, was he humming? swallowing? his powers of perception were failing him – and Tony managed to grunt out a warning before he shot down his throat.
McGee coughed a little but managed to swallow all of Tony’s cum, but Tony missed the erotic movement of his throat. He just slumped bonelessly on the couch. The orgasm clung to his body, blacking out the edges of his vision, making his skin feel radiant. His hand was wrapped up in McGee’s short hair, and though he didn’t recollect grabbing it, he tugged at it gently and run a thumb over the shell of his ear. McGee rocked back onto his heels, looking up and smiling, closed mouth, again.
“Wow,” Tony managed at last. “Fast learner.”
McGee just smiled.
Patience
DiNozzo knew he was being kind of a jerk. Tim was naked and squirming on the bed and Tony hadn’t once touched his cock. He’d nipped at the soft skin at his thighs when pulling down his boxers, mouthed a nipple as he pulled McGee’s starched shirt over his head, forgoing unbuttoning entirely. Tim had tried to get his hands on Tony as fast as he could, whipping off his belt, but Tony had simply straddled his thighs and pushed Tim down, keeping himself just out of reach. He rocked into the man underneath him, and the sudden contact to Tim’s erection made him jerk.
“Turn over,” Tony said as he got up off the bed to get the condoms and lube. Tim flashed him a quizzical look, one eyebrow raised, and instead sat up and cradled his erection. Tony laughed.
“C’mon, Tim,” he said, holding up the lube. McGee rolled his eyes but did as he was told. “Hands off the goods,” Tony warned as he grabbed him by the hips and arranged him, head down, ass-up, weight resting on his knees and elbows.
“This better be good, Tony,” McGee sighed, his erection bobbing in the air, leaking a little bit.
“Doubter! I’m wounded,” Tony replied, the grin apparent in his voice as he simultaneously ran a finger up the other’s man’s crack. McGee inhaled sharply through his nose, his eyes closed.
Tony’s fingers were never hesitant, and Tim’s eyelids fluttered when he added a second without much warning. “Tony?” he asked, but Tony was taking his time that night. “Hold your horses,” he said and McGee snorted, pushing back against his hand and clenching just a little. McGee was both pliant and strong, a combination that kept Tony coming back to this against his better judgment.
“Fine,” Tony said wryly, guiding his cock to McGee and stopping before pushing in. “No complaining though. McWhiner.”
“McReady is more like it,” McGee growled at him, and he pushed back, opening to pull Tony inside.
Tony laughed and grabbed his hips, forcing him to still. “Hey. I’m in charge tonight, okay?”
McGee answered by moaning in an encouraging way as Tony started to slide inside. He kept his strokes short, teasing him, enjoying it. He luxuriated in the sight of McGee moaning and bucking underneath him, bent ass-up over Tony’s bed. The slowness made Tony feel powerful as he slid his hand between Tim’s chest and the bed, twisting a nipple and making the man under him gasp and moan darkly. His other hand kept its hold on McGee’s hips, keeping him from grinding against the sheets.
“Please, Tony.” The desperation in his voice made Tony have to bite back a moan of his own as he continued to slowly pump his cock shallowly in and out of the man underneath him. “Mmm, not yet.”
“Pleeeaase. Oh god, please fuck me harder.” Normally that would have worked, McGee’s sex voice was out in full force, but Tony was out to break them free of a rut of heated, fast, desperate sex. Well, he was out to break himself out of being needy and desperate, because he liked sex fast and hot and fumbling, but he also liked it slow and smoldering, and he knew that McGee could do smoldering if given the chance.
Tony leaned over McGee’s long back. “We’re trying something else this time, Probie,” he whispered right behind his ear, and then he bit him rather roughly in juncture between neck and shoulder.
McGee responded with a guttural noise and he pressed backward, rolling his hips to try to take control of the pace. Tony squeezed his hip.
“Calm down, McQuickie.”
“Easy for you to say,” McGee growled out, looking backward, his hands tight fists in Tony’s expensive sheets.
Tony smiled and pulled out again, then thrust in deeply. Balls deep. Tony moaned a little tiny bit, because McGee was tight and warm and wiggling, his pale ass perfect. He stayed still until McGee’s grimace and muscles relaxed, then slowly started pumping.
“Mmm, Tony.” The edge ebbed out of McGee’s voice with every deep, full thrust and Tony suddenly realized that he was probably bruising McGee’s hips. He uncurled his death grip in one hand (bruises, check) and pulled on McGee’s nipple again, almost lazily. McGee made a noise in the back of his throat and Tony thought idly about raking nails across his back, maybe smacking his pale ass, and then decided to restrain himself this time.
“Fuck, Tony,” McGee was just a litany of swear words and Tony’s name, and Tony wanted to come but wanted to see if he could get McGee off first, just fucking. He felt so good, in control, and enjoyed each noise McGee was making, that he was causing McGee to make.
Tony was equally incoherent, full of “c’mons” and “yeahs” and “Oh god you’re hot,” and then McGee started keening and Tony’s hand moved on its own to McGee’s cock, lesson in slow fucking forgotten in his need to get his partner off.
Tony started pumping faster, eliciting an “Oh, oh, oh,” and McGee came all over his hand and the sheets, his thighs trembling. Tony kept pumping, making McGee groan through the afterglow.
Tony came suddenly, a surprise after the intense build up, the world swimming in his vision for a moment before he let go of McGee’s hip. The taller man instantly collapsed against the bed, and Tony fumbled at the condom, tossing it to the side before sinking his weight on top of his partner.
“Worth the wait?” Tony asked against his ear. McGee snorted.
“It has been so far. What, pray tell, were you trying to do exactly?”
Tony nuzzled the back of his neck, not moving. “Well, at first I wanted to make sweet, slow looove to you. And then I, uh, wanted to see if I
was good enough to get you off, no hands.”
Tim laughed, twisting his body underneath him. “Well, now I need you to get off me.” He pushed a little at Tony’s chest.
Tony grabbed his partner and kissed him soundly. “You need to be a little more patient.”
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Date: 2010-07-12 07:27 pm (UTC)Love and cherries,
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