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Overcoming (Sequel to Back To School)

by: BuffyAngel68 (Send Feedback)

Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 011 Word Count: 19405
Rating: ADULT
Warning(s): BDSM, Kink
Character(s): Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo
Category(ies): Alternate Universe, Angst/Drama, Established Relationship, Romance
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Summary: Jethro chooses to tackle one of Tony's big issues in an unusual way.

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5

Overcoming 5/?

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TWO HOURS LATER:

Tony woke to the feeling of gentle, slow hands sliding over his brow, nudging his hair back off his face. He opened his eyes gradually to find Jethro lying next to him and favoring him with a loving, enraptured smile.

"Awww. Nap over?" the younger man protested playfully.

"Much as I'd love to keep watching you sleep, I can't be selfish. We have work to do."

"Yeah, I guess we do." Tony conceded, extending a hand to lightly touch Jethro's throat. "I don't like it when that spot starts throbbing, you know?" he continued quietly. "Knowing you're that mad or under that much pressure always made me scared... but I never really understood why. I used to think it was fear for myself... that you'd take it out on me. I was so wrong. I was afraid you'd have a heart attack... or something even worse. I was terrified of losing you."

Jethro kissed his sub softly, but lingeringly.

"I'm right here, sweet boy. Not going away any time soon. Hey... how would you feel about setting aside the plan, just for a while tonight?"

"Depends what for, I guess."

"I got a phone call while you were getting the shower started earlier. We're invited to a get together downtown. Food, games... relaxed fun."

"And going out isn't clothing optional."

"That kicks in when we get there." Jethro told him, his easy smile transforming into a wicked grin.

"Oh, boy..."

"We don't have to go."

"No, I want to. Proud of my body, able to show it when you ask me to. That's the lesson for the weekend, right? As long as I can ease into whatever's required..."

"Absolutely."

"Then I'm in."

Tony received another series of kisses for his courage and positive attitude, with praise between each one.

"Sweet... strong... smart... beautiful. God, the community's going to love you as much as I do."

An odd expression briefly crossed Tony's face, bothering Jethro enough to question him. "What?"

"That word. I'm still getting used to hearing it, I guess."

"And believing it?"

"That's the hardest part. People don't love me, Jethro. They lie to me, they laugh at me, they exclude me or they use me until they get what they want... but they don't *love* me. You're the first one to ever mean it when they tell me that. I don't understand real love or how to respond to it... and no, I don't have clue one how to believe in it. I'm just so scared that..."

"That what? C'mon, keep going. You're doing so well, Anthony. Please don't stop."

After a deep breath and a swipe over his face with one trembling hand, Tony was finally able to continue.

"Everybody's patience has limits. My dad used to say I got people there faster than anybody he ever saw. I'm scared that'll happen here and this is too important. I'm trying so hard for you... trying my best to do what you ask and be what you expect..."

Gibbs pulled Tony into his body and began to caress his back and shoulders.

"Anthony, Anthony... I'm going to tell you something else you've probably never heard. I want you to burn this into your brain... as if it's rule number six. If you can't find it in you to totally believe anything else I ever tell you, you need to do it with this: You are enough, Anthony DiNozzo."

Once his distress had eased and his breathing had calmed, Tony was able to respond.

"Not the rules... my affirmations."

"Much better idea. Four affirmations, now."

"Everything I was belongs to you. All I am at this moment is yours. All I will ever be I pledge to you."

"And the new one."

"Sir..."

"You can. *I*... believe in *you*."

"I am enough." Tony whispered then clutched Gibbs more fiercely.

"See? I told you. Excellent work, Anthony. You ready for more?"

"Yeah. Soon as I catch my breath again." Tony chuckled. "Man, you have a real talent for making me a soppy, emotional mess."

"Better than the way we usually are, don't you think? Let's go, love. Time for your next exercise."

Gibbs led the way back to the spot of their previous session. Everything seemed the same though Tony noted the cushions had been replaced with clean ones. Once they were both settled, Jethro secured the blindfold around Tony's face again. "Comfortable?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Good. Now... the idea this time is to do exactly what you did before, in just as much detail and with the same honesty... but for your own body."

"Me? I'm not exactly objective, sir..."

"I've noticed. Like you said back in the bedroom, just do your best. That's all I want and all I'll ever ask."

"Okay. If I get too negative..."

"You'll hear about it. Go ahead."

"Yeah...guess I'll start in the same order. Crap... lines here, too. That's your fault, you know that, right?"

"Probably."

"My skin better be soft, the way I moisturize every morning. And if you ever tell McGee that you'll pay big time." Tony warned with a grin.

"Noted."

Tony repeated the swallowing experiment and was surprised when it still made him shiver. Before making his way down to his chest, he hesitated for a few seconds, but then laughed quietly at his insecurities and continued. "What just went through your head?"

"I've never been shy about letting a lover know what I like. Suddenly, with you... I don't know, It feels weird."

"Do what I do. Keep it to as few words as possible."

Tony laughed.

"Right. Okay... I really like having my chest touched and played with. It... it gets me going pretty fast."

"Your what?"

"Oh... Yeah, I meant I like my... my nipples played with. Damn it, why are the real words so hard to say, sometimes?"

"Speaking your wants and needs means risking rejection. For you, especially, that's an incredibly scary chance to take. You'd probably rather jump out of that plane again than ask and have someone say no."

"Mmmm. *Without* a parachute this time. I know you'll give me anything I ask, though, as long as it won't hurt me. I *know* it."

"You've only been with me for a couple of months, Anthony. That's not near enough to overcome three decades of damage from other people. We'll get there, but you have to quit pressuring yourself to do it at Mach 1."

"Four affirmations, now. Four affirmations..." Tony mumbled, his chin tilted slightly down and his brow furrowed as if he were determined to permanently imprint the idea that this mentor, this friend would not walk away the moment things got frustrating or difficult. This time he wouldn't be left alone.

Jethro reached out and gently brought Tony's head back up, but didn't speak, giving Tony space to say whatever he needed to. "I'm enough." The younger man finally recited, though it sounded more like a question. Knowing they'd both heard it, Jethro interrupted before any negativity could emerge.

"We'll get there. Say it, Anthony. You don't have to believe it, yet. Just say it."

"We'll get there."

"I'm loved. I can be patient. We'll get there."

"I'm loved. I can be patient. We'll get there."

"I'll believe it for you until you can take over, Anthony. As long as you always believe in *me*..."

"Always."

"Okay, then. On with the exercise."

"Right. Shoulders... man, I hate thinking about that stupid shipping container. That was one of the worst days my career has ever seen. Hmmphh. I need to get to the gym more often. My biceps are lumpy oatmeal compared to yours."

"Anthony." Jethro admonished lightly.

"Hey, just being honest. The gym at the office is only a few floors down and I make excuses not to go. Wow..." he intoned wonderingly as he moved down to his hands. "... wasn't aware I had calluses too. Different places, though... and not as thick or rough."

"From what?" the other man asked, genuinely curious.

"Yeah... I don't like to talk about it, sir. It's another part of my life that used to be pretty important, I've been ignoring it and I'm a little... embarrassed."

"Please?"

"Damn... I can't resist when you do that. I, um... I play the piano. I used to, anyway. At this point I'm not sure I could still manage Chopsticks."

"I guarantee you, we're going to find out."

"Sir..."

"Move on to the next area, Anthony." Jethro interjected, allowing no protest. Tony sighed and reluctantly complied. After another half hour of mildly crabby self-examination, he was finally given leave to go to the one area he'd been asked to temporarily by-pass.

"Oh... oh. Touching myself without being able to see... I can... feel more. Bumps and... and texture I didn't know about. Oh my God... the fluid... it feels so different now! I have to focus i-in a new way and... oh...."

"Senses, Anthony. One at a time, just like before. You've done touch, now talk about hearing. Let the words go for a few seconds and see what else you can pick up on..."

"I... I breathe really loud when I'm... this way... I can hear my hand moving.... that sounds *so* weird... but it's exciting too..."

"Smell."

"Almo... nnnhh, almost the... the same... but my... I'm a little sweeter th-than yours... like just a... a touch of... vanilla got thrown in... still musky, though... strong... still sweat, still... heat..."

"This is the tough one. Ready?"

"Yeah... yeah, do it."

Dipping one finger lightly into the fluid that had collected at the head of Tony's cock, Jethro then touched it to his sub's tongue.

"Anthony?"

"Same as yours... but the sweetness is there too... that's amazing... sir, I need to..."

"I know. Go ahead."

Leaning forward a bit more, Jethro laid both hands along Tony's Abs, wanting to feel the muscle reaction for himself. Once Tony'd begun to wind down, the older man shifted up to his knees, took DiNozzo's head in both hands and bent to whisper in his ear.

"I want you to repeat after me, okay? Do the best you can."

"Mmmm... okay."

"I just stroked my cock..."

"Jeez... I just... stroked my cock..."

"... until I came."

"... un-until I came."

"My lover watched me come..."

"My lover watched me come..."

"... and found it so beautiful...."

"... and found it so beautiful..."

"... that he came without ever touching his own cock."

"...that he... Jethro? You're not... you don't mean..."

"Repeat, Anthony."

"... that he came without ever touching his own cock. Please, sir, can I take the blindfold off?"

"Go on."

Stripping away the cloth, Tony blinked furiously then stared down, incredulous, at the evidence that his dom had spoken the truth.

"Jethro... sir, I..."

Fully aware that Tony wasn't ready to hear any of the words of endearment that were on the verge of pouring out of his dom, Jethro kissed Tony deeply and passionately until he was sure they had both been sufficiently distracted and diverted.

"Let's go clean up?"

Tony nodded slowly, the only reply he was able to manage just then, rose and followed the older man out of the room.

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TBC........

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