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Title: Watch and Learn
Author: rebecca
Rating: NC-17
Too short for a summary.
Notes: This came out of the 60-Second Porn I wrote yesterday. Not
saying which image, just that it was there...
It was the shoe that caught her attention. Shiny, black, definitely
couture--that was one of Tony's shoes, without a doubt. But it looked
like he was kneeling; she caught the hint of a gray sock and the neatly
pressed cuff of his pants sticking out from around the corner.
Abby frowned, wondering why Tony was kneeling on the floor, especially
in a hidden corner of the office after hours. Maybe he'd dropped
something?
She stepped around the corner to offer to help him--and froze.
Tony was on his knees, that was for sure. However, he wasn't exactly
looking for anything--*Or if he was, he's sure found it*, Abby's brain
piped up. His hands were on Gibbs' hips and his mouth was...
Abby nearly gasped out loud. Tony. On his knees. In front of Gibbs. *Oh
my God.*
She saw the dark line of Tony's lashes against his cheek, the hollows
under his cheekbones as he...Abby swallowed, hard. *Whoa.*
Gibbs had one hand in Tony's hair, guiding his head; the other was flat
against the wall for balance. He was looking down at Tony and Abby was
fervently glad she couldn't see the expression on his face. She wasn't
sure she wanted to know.
But she couldn't back away, couldn't *look* away, and then Gibbs raised
his head...and saw her.
His eyes met hers and Abby had never been so close to fleeing in terror
in her life. She couldn't do anything but stand there and wait--but for
what, she had no idea. She couldn't read Gibbs' expression at all,
could just look at him helplessly and listen to the soft wet sounds of
Tony's mouth. Tony, who hadn't noticed anything, who wasn't paying
attention to anything other than...*Oh, God.*
She had no idea how long she stood there, frozen, unable to look away
from the faint, possessive smile in Gibbs' eyes and the half-twist on
his lips. And Gibbs didn't let her go. Abby swallowed, hard, wanting
badly to back up against the wall, grab something solid. Heat pooled in
her lower stomach and she was already so wet she could feel her thighs
getting sticky under her skirt. Thank God her shirt was heavy enough to
hide her nipples.
Gibbs' eyes half-closed in pleasure and Abby managed to tear her gaze
away, looking down instinctively.
*Oh...* This was Tony as she'd never seen him before. He was focused,
intent, every bit of his being determined to please Gibbs, to make him
come. And yet...there was something about him, something about the way
he knelt on the floor...*Submissive,* her brain whispered, and she had
to swallow in reaction. She'd never guessed, never would have
thought...
A low, soft groan escaped Gibbs and Abby almost whimpered at the sound
of it. Tony pulled back a little, just enough to take one deep breath,
before leaning forward and--*Jesus Christ on a crutch, where did he
learn how to do that?!* Abby stared at him in shock.
Gibbs' hand tightened in Tony's hair, pulling him down more, forcing
Tony to take him in. Abby's eyes widened; she couldn't believe Tony had
that kind of lung capacity *or that good a gag reflex*, her brain added
as an afterthought.
A quiet gasp was all she heard when Gibbs came. His fingers relaxed and
Tony pulled back slowly, licking his lips. Gibbs brushed his fingers
down Tony's cheek, tipping his chin up. Abby saw the slow, soft smile;
her stomach clenched at the intimacy of it.
Tony stood and leaned forward to kiss Gibbs, his mouth lingering over
Gibbs' for a long moment.
Abby swallowed again. Thank God her boots were rubber-soled; they made
almost no sound as she fled.
*Oh, God*, she realized as she got to her car. *How the* hell *am I
supposed to face them tomorrow?* |
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