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crack_van2007-11-28 05:17 pm
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Too Long & Fetish, by Spikedluv, NC17
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo
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Why this must be read:
Spikedluv hasn't written a lot of NCIS, but what she has written is scorchingly hot, as usual for her. I read her fic in more than one fandom, and she always manages to make it work just right. In the end I chose these two entries to
kelly_girl 's NCIS Pornathon - a comment-fic style ficathon, over my second choice: Brain on Gibbs, written for the NCIS Ficathon - but it was a hard decision. It's kind of hard to explain the plot of a comment-sized porn fic - there usually isn't much to describe - it's porn, after all. But I'll do my best. "Too Long" deals with the consequences of Gibbs and Tony having been away from each other for over a week - an intense and extremely passionate fic. In "Fetish" we discover that Gibbs is not above using Tony's obsession with Gibbs' uniform to torment him, and drive poor Tony insane with lust.
Too Long
The burn was intense; it always was the first time after they’d been kept apart for a week or more, by work or by circumstance. It was like his body had to get used to it all over again, become reacquainted with the way Gibbs touched him, the way his touch took Tony apart and put him back together.
Tony trembled and moaned as Gibbs pushed inside him, slow and careful despite how long it had been since the last time they’d done this, his fingers digging into Tony’s hips, leaving bruises that would remind Tony of this moment every time he saw them over the next few days, each time he pressed his fingers against them. The initial pain of being stretched and filled eased off to a dull, familiar ache that Tony had missed. Impatient, Tony wiggled and pushed back until he felt Gibbs flush against his ass and deep inside him, heard the sharp intake of Gibbs’ breath as he slid home.
Fetish
The first time Tony had seen Gibbs in his uniform, he’d gone home after the case had been cleared and spent the weekend jerking off to the memory. He hadn’t been joking when he’d asked Kate if she thought Gibbs would let him borrow it. He spent the weekend imagining running his fingers over the uniform, feeling it rough against his skin, pressing his face to it and smelling Gibbs beneath the scent of whatever the dry cleaner used. He’d imagined slipping the shirt on, having it settle over his shoulders just as it had Gibbs’, and then wrapping the stiff material around his cock and stroking, imagined the mix of pain and pleasure as he brought himself off with the shirt Gibbs had worn, his come staining it.
The burn was intense; it always was the first time after they’d been kept apart for a week or more, by work or by circumstance. It was like his body had to get used to it all over again, become reacquainted with the way Gibbs touched him, the way his touch took Tony apart and put him back together.
Tony trembled and moaned as Gibbs pushed inside him, slow and careful despite how long it had been since the last time they’d done this, his fingers digging into Tony’s hips, leaving bruises that would remind Tony of this moment every time he saw them over the next few days, each time he pressed his fingers against them. The initial pain of being stretched and filled eased off to a dull, familiar ache that Tony had missed. Impatient, Tony wiggled and pushed back until he felt Gibbs flush against his ass and deep inside him, heard the sharp intake of Gibbs’ breath as he slid home.
Fetish
The first time Tony had seen Gibbs in his uniform, he’d gone home after the case had been cleared and spent the weekend jerking off to the memory. He hadn’t been joking when he’d asked Kate if she thought Gibbs would let him borrow it. He spent the weekend imagining running his fingers over the uniform, feeling it rough against his skin, pressing his face to it and smelling Gibbs beneath the scent of whatever the dry cleaner used. He’d imagined slipping the shirt on, having it settle over his shoulders just as it had Gibbs’, and then wrapping the stiff material around his cock and stroking, imagined the mix of pain and pleasure as he brought himself off with the shirt Gibbs had worn, his come staining it.
Too Long & Fetish
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