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Overcoming (Sequel to Back To School)
by: BuffyAngel68 (Send Feedback)
Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 011 Word Count: 19405
Warning(s): BDSM, Kink
Character(s): Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo
Category(ies): Alternate Universe, Angst/Drama, Established Relationship, Romance
Summary: Jethro chooses to tackle one of Tony's big issues in an unusual way.
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11
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Once Tony had stripped down again and been released, Jethro led him upstairs by one hand. Though Tony tried to press for a double shower, the older man calmly, gently shot him down, knowing if he didn't the clean-up process might take twice as long as he intended. As a consequence, both were showered, dried and settled into bed within half an hour. Sleep should have followed not long after, but the spot on Tony's stomach where Jethro was resting his hand kept collapsing inward and rising, taking his hand with it. Despite knowing his sub had good reason to be laughing, Jethro decided light admonishment was in order.
"Sorry, sir. I can't help it."
"Still a little high, are we?"
"I'm a shuttle astronaut. Man, tonight was just... I mean..."
"You have every right to be proud of yourself. " Jethro told him, nuzzling against his neck. "To be so willing and brave your first time in a situation like that... never seen anything like it. What made *me* the most proud, though... was that you weren't ashamed to ask for support when you needed it. It impressed Katherine, too, and that's not easy, believe me."
Tony huffed slightly and didn't respond. "What?"
"I need a nightlight on this side."
"You do? Why?"
"You must've seen 'It's A Wonderful Life', right?" Tony asked, his voice now quiet and wistful.
"Sure, everybody has."
"Remember when he comes home... and the youngest girl, Susan, is in bed sick? He goes up to see her... that's how he gets the rose petals. When he tells her to go to sleep she says... she says..."
"I want to look at my flower."
"Yeah. Well... I want to look at my key-chain." Tony explained, staring at the spot on the nightstand where he'd placed it before his shower, even though the box and the nightstand were practically invisible in the pitch black room. Now it was Jethro's turn to chuckle softly.
"In the morning, love."
"I'll never use it, you know. Not as what it is. I'll find a safe place... maybe keep it in my car or my backpack. I'll never put a key on it, though. The memory of what I accomplished to earn it is just too big to be... casual with it. C'mon. Can't I just see it one more time tonight? Please?"
"It'll still be there when you wake up, I promise. Besides, if you don't get to sleep soon... I'll reconsider the second present you're getting after breakfast."
"Another one? You mean it?" Tony responded, twisting to look at his dom.
"Only if you close your eyes right now so we can both get some rest."
Tony grinned and swiftly burrowed back under the covers.
"I'm already asleep. Look at me, in five seconds I'll be snoring. Just wait, you'll see."
"You only snore at work, when your head is tipped all the way back."
"You know this how?"
Jethro laid his head back down and began to give Tony a slow, easy scalp massage with his free hand.
"I watch. Hard not to. You look about nine years old when you sleep... so sweet and open and carefree. Draws every eye right to your face. First time I ever saw you like that... I was done, over and out. I fell for you so hard and sudden I could hear the air screaming by my head and feel the splat at the bottom. I looked up, saw the same things in McGee's face and.... I had to walk away before I took after him with the nearest blunt object. He never knew it and he never will... but he almost died a Probie."
"McGee? No way... c'ndn't be..." Tony slurred.
"No lie. He ever looks at you like that again, I won't be so in control, trust me."
"S'okay, sir. I... only love you... only, ev'r, always..."
"I believe you, bella. Now I just have to get *you* to believe it goes both ways..."
Watching Tony down his meal at a dangerous rate, Jethro grimaced, frowned, raised his eyebrows and finally reached out and stilled the hand Tony was holding his fork in.
"Anthony, for God's sake, slow down. Chew the food, drink the juice. Swallowing whole and inhaling aren't getting you to your surprise any faster."
Tony smiled ruefully and carefully swallowed the mouthful he'd just shoveled in.
"Sorry. You know me and presents..."
"You told me last night you were starting to get the idea of patience."
"I am. I don't know... it's like that T-shirt. 'God grant me patience, but could you hurry it up?' I'm trying. It's just... hard."
"I get that. Hang in until I get the dishes and pans soaking."
"I'll help." Tony offered brightly, leaping up from the table.
"Uh-uh. Rule 5."
"Protect my health and always tell you or Ducky when I'm sick or hurt."
"Eating well is most definitely included in health. I'll take care of this, you finish your breakfast. Slowly."
Tony sighed, but did as he was told. By the time Jethro had completed the minimal work, his sub had his plate, glass and utensils ready to go in the sink. "Thanks. Now go kneel in the living room, close your eyes and wait for me."
Tony complied eagerly and spent the next several minutes fighting not to peek. The sound of something thumping down onto the hardwood close by and his dom's intense presence made it even tougher, but somehow he managed to hold out. When he was finally stroked on the neck, he found Jethro on his knees beside him and a large wooden chest on the floor in front of him. The disappointed look he gave the object confused the dom. "What is it?"
"My surprise... it's socks?"
Jethro burst out laughing and nearly fell over.
"No... not even close. Look again."
"Ah. The one last night wasn't locked. So, um... what's in here, then?"
Jethro handed him a key that had clearly been recently made.
"Open it and find out."
"My own key. This box is something special, isn't it?"
"Very. Go on..."
Tony fitted and turned the key in the padlock slowly and with great care, as if he utterly believed in the importance that Jethro had just placed on the contents of the chest. Pushing the lid back cautiously, Tony stared at what was revealed, his jaw falling open. Toys and devices of all kinds, such as he'd seen in the cabinet during their visits to the House, filled nearly every inch of space in the box.
"Sir... wow. I... I... wow. This is... incredible. I have a key to... this? The trust that shows..."
"The key is only part one. I want you to choose three items you think you're ready to explore here with me... or maybe things you just want to know more about."
Tony glanced from the box to Jethro, uncertainty flooding his expression.
"You've had a little experience with this aspect of play, Anthony. There's no need to be shy or anxious. You're free to pick anything you want. Take something you're familiar with or a toy you've never seen before... anything."
Returning his gaze to the chest, Tony studied each item for a few seconds, entranced by the shapes and the possible uses for the ones he didn't recognize, until a particular item called out to him. At first all he dared to do was run one finger over the material, shivering at how it felt, but finally, with a deep blush, he extracted it and handed it to Jethro.
"Padded leather cuffs. Good choice. Next?"
Still colored bright red, and still fervently wishing he wasn't, Tony looked a little more and eventually selected a ring and harness combo similar to the one A.J. and Clay had used on him at the House "Good. Last one."
Tony had known what his final item would be since he'd opened the chest, but he couldn't bring himself to even reach out for it this time. The steady direction of his gaze said what he wasn't able to, but that wasn't enough for Jethro. "Tell me."
"That... that one."
"Oh yeah... please. That one."
"Say it for me."
"Try. Tell me which one you want, Anthony. Loud enough so I can hear you clearly."
"I want the... God, this is so... I want the long, battery operated, tube-looking thing that buzzes and makes me crazy when it touches my ding-dong."
"Not the time for cute. Now you've got two words I need to hear. The proper term instead of the euphemism and the one you haven't managed yet at all. Let's go, kid."
"You can do this. Once each and you're off the hook. For now anyway."
"Okay...I want the... the vibrator because it makes me crazy when it touches... my cock."
"Nicely done, bella."
"It's not the only thing that does that, either."
"Avoidance and compliments for the sake of distraction will get you precisely nowhere. Undo the Velcro and hand the vibrator to me."
His blush deepened and he stammered continuously, but, after several minutes, Tony did as he'd been commanded. "Excellent." Jethro praised, closing the chest. "Now... tell me why you chose the first two."
Breathing deeply, Tony touched the cuffs again.
"These... the reaction I had to the scarves was totally fascinating... but I'm ready to move up a level. At least I think I am."
"We'll find out. The ring?"
"Wiping last night off the bar graph, I have a pretty good track record on stamina. Good isn't good enough anymore. Not for you. This... the ring and harness will help me learn what I need to do to stay in control longer."
Jethro tipped Tony's chin toward him and up so they ware gazing directly at each other.
"Tell me you weren't hard the minute you stepped on that game board and kissed me."
"I can't. It's true."
"Do you know how long it was between that kiss and the blow-job?"
Tony frowned lightly, suspecting where his dom was going with that question, but reluctant to accept the inevitable conclusion.
"Not a clue."
"Almost half an hour. There is absolutely nothing wrong with your natural level of stamina, Anthony. You can have the ring and harness, I've got no objection... but like I told you that night, it's for pleasure as much as for training."
"Okay. I can do better than half an hour, though. Promise you'll use it to teach me, at least sometimes?"
"Yes, love. Sometimes."
"Gather those things up and come with me." Jethro requested, freeing Tony with a second caress. He led the younger man into the kitchen and over to the trash can.
"You want me to... why? I don't understand."
"Now that I know what you want, you and I are going shopping tomorrow after work and get you your own versions of these. You're dumping the old ones so there will never be any doubt or jealousy between us. I don't want you wondering who I used these with, what they looked like... whether I loved them. Everything with you and I has to be new and clean. Only our memories, our dreams. No ghosts allowed."
Tony studied Jethro solemnly for a long time then looked down at what he held. Slowly he opened his hands and let the items fall. Turning, he shocked Jethro with a powerful hug and a few minutes of shallow, anxious breathing against his neck. When he gradually pulled away, Jethro touched his cheek, smiled gently and questioned him.
"What was that about?"
"Not sure yet. I need to think about it for a while. On to the next lesson?"
"No more lessons. When I realize the student's teaching me, I know it's time to surrender. Except for lunch and dinner and maybe a late snack... you and I are spending the rest of today in bed."
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