Trysts

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Fandoms: NCIS/Stargate SG-1



Genre: slash



Pairing/Characters: Jethro Gibbs/Jack O'Neill



Rating: FROA



Series: 2/?



Date: February-August 2006.



Disclaimer: Well I certainly don't own them. If I did, they'd have a lot more fun. Everybody you recognize from the shows belongs to the suits; everyone you don't belongs to me. This story is written hopefully for the entertainment of fans, certainly not for any money; therefore no copyright infringement is intended. Like anyone would pay me for my writing.



Summary: Set in the same universe as Trial by Fire, Gibbs and O'Neill meet at various times for a little stress relief.



Warnings: like always my writing.



Notes: A series of short trysts between Jack O'Neill and Jethro Gibbs over a number of years. This one directly follows Tryst 1, this time Jack O'Neill gets the chance at being in the driver's seat.



Acknowledgments: Acknowledgments: Stacy for the beta as always, you do make my writing so much better then it really is.















"Jarhead...oh, Jarhead," the voice sang that into Gibbs's ear was as annoying as the hands that rubbed and pinched at his nipples were pleasant, which his cock quickly let him know. It, his cock that was, was a lot further along the being awake continuum than his brain was and definitely a whole lot more interested in the pleasurable things O'Neill was doing to his body. "You gonna wake up some time today or not? Or am I just going to have to go at while you sleep and let you catch up later?"



"What the fuck," Gibbs stuttered just before a slick, wet tongue drove quickly between his teeth, deep into his mouth and the kiss was hard, wet and nasty...Jack O'Neill's "just wake a guy to fuck" style. The large, callused hands that had been playing with his nipples now held his head in place as the older man very thoroughly explored his mouth, leaving behind the taste of recently used mint flavored tooth paste.



"'Bout time your ass woke up," O'Neill grinned. "It's 0500 and I'm horny again, so roll over Marine, it's my turn in the driver's seat."



"You're so fucking romantic, O'Neill. The least you could do is offer to suck me off first, you know before you shove your cock up my ass."



"Ah...ah...ah-you're the one who said he wanted to both fuck and get fucked, so what's the big deal, you want romance now? Fine, roll the fuck over, please and spread your legs baby. The sooner I get your assed lubed up, honey, the sooner I can fuck you through the mattress." O'Neill smirked as he lightly palmed the younger man's cock, enjoying the sight as it filled and lengthened further in his hand. "And no, I'm not going to suck you off just yet, want to see if I can make you cum on just my cock this time. I'm not even going to give you much of a hand job this time. Going to give you just enough to get all hot and bothered, but not enough to spill."



"Christ, Flyboy," Gibbs moaned as O'Neill skillfully fisted his cock. It was just tight enough to continue his arousal, but not even to make him cum, a well callused thumb rubbing over the rounded wet head on each upstroke just like Jack had promised him..



O'Neill grinned as his fist grew damp with the Jethro's pre-cum, "Feels so good, doesn't it 'Thro?"



"Yeah, Flyboy, feels so fucking good. Nobody does me just the way you do," Gibbs moaned as two slick fingers suddenly slid deep inside of his body, the stretch and burn of O'Neill's rough penetration just the right kind of pleasurable pain. This ride was going to be deep, hot, rough-just this side of really nasty. In other words exactly what Jethro needed. Fucking himself easily on the fingers buried deep in his body, Gibbs groaned as O'Neill began scissoring his fingers, further opening him up.



O'Neill pulled his fingers free, grinning when Gibbs groused at him. Gibbs thrust his needy cock deeper into O'Neill's fist and his already wide spread thighs moved even further apart. "Damn it, Flyboy, more, want more, want to feel you."



"Just adding more lube, Jarhead. Make no mistake, I'm going to fuck you six ways from Sunday, but I'm not going to tear you up. Not only would that end our fun too early, but even you won't be able to bluster your way through sick call with an obviously torn up asshole, so develop a little fucking patience." O'Neill pushed three well-lubed fingers into Gibbs' body; both men moaned loudly as Gibbs' opened easily and readily to O'Neill's fingers.



"Enough all fucking ready. I'm loose and wet enough, fuck me already," Gibbs cursed softly. O'Neill chuckled softly, fingers rubbing over that special place deep in Gibbs' body, causing pleasure to sizzle along his nerves. It stiffened his cock to a painful hardness, his balls heavy and aching, drawn tightly against the base of his cock.



"Like you told me last night: you gonna behave or am I going to have to leave you hanging? Don't really care if you cum or not, long as I get mine." O'Neill laughed as the other man thrust down hard, forcing his fingers deeper into Gibbs' body. His own cock was drooling wetly at the sounds the other man made pleasuring himself on O'Neill's fingers.



"Which way 'Thro?"



"Which way what?"



"How do you want me to fuck you? Face to face? Doggy style? Side-by-side? Tell me how you want it. How do you want my cock in you? How about I put you to work this time? Make you fuck yourself on my cock, while I sit there nice and easy," O'Neill said, patting the hard mattress. "Yeah that's it. I think I want you to go for a ride. I'm going to make you work for it this time, instead of me," O'Neill whispered hoarsely, his mouth hovering over the panting mouth of his partner.



"Christ, O'Neill, quit fucking talking about it and get on with it," Gibbs growled before O'Neill's mouth claimed his in a hard kiss. Both men groaned loudly when they pulled back from the wet, deep kiss that had both men's heads spinning from the lack of oxygen.



Laughing quietly, O'Neill sat back against the plain, wooden headboard. "Hand me a rubber," he said, as he twisted the cap off the tube of KY.



"Want me to put it on you, Flyboy?"



"Fuck 'Thro," O'Neill moaned, grabbing the base of his cock squeezing it hard, his eyes narrowing at the overly innocent look in Gibbs' eyes. "One of these days, Jarhead."



"One of these days what? You're going to fuck me senseless? That isn't much of a threat where I come from."



"Fuck you. I will, but that innocent look... I'd believe that innocent look better if I didn't know you so well-if I knew that you didn't know how much it turns me on when you slide the rubber down on my dick. One of these days, you're going to have to teach me that trick."



"Which one, Flyboy? The one where I slide the rubber onto your cock with my mouth?"



"Fuck... yeah," O'Neill moaned as the sound of the condom package tearing filled the room, "that one."



Loudly slurping as the now sheathed cock slipped from between his lips, Gibbs said, "Ready for me?"



"Oh yeah, more then ready for you." O'Neill grinned handing the younger man the lube.



Straddling the strong thighs, Gibbs slowly sank down onto the long, thick cock, both men holding their breath as he finally settled into the other man's lap. "Shit," O'Neill hissed, "So hot and so tight. Doesn't matter how many times we've fucked, still feels so good."



Moving slowly up and down on the hard shaft and moaning as each stroke rubbed against his prostate, Gibbs reached for his neglected cock.



"Not so fast, Jarhead," O'Neill slapped away his hand. "I call the shots, not you, and I get to decide when and if you cum. Besides I told you I wanted to see if I could get you to cum on my cock."



Growling deep in his throat Gibbs clamped down hard on the thick cock inside of his body. He was nearly unseated when O'Neill thrust up hard, setting his heels hard onto mattress, pushing the hard shaft even deeper into Gibbs' body--touching places that hadn't been touched for so very long. "Fuck you're going to kill me doing that," O'Neill rumbled.



"But what a way to go," Gibbs grinned back.



Grunting loudly when his world suddenly tilted and his back hit the mattress hard, Gibbs shook his head, clearing the sweat from his eyes. He shivered at the feral gleam in O'Neill's eyes as he roughly grabbed and pushed Gibb's legs against his chest hard. It opened him wide to the hard cock that slid in deep and urgent, filling most of the empty space. Gibbs arched up, the thick hardness inside rubbing hard against his sweet spot, muscles straining, the pleasure and pain melting together Into that zone where time, place and even life disappeared into a bright light of need and want that only this man had managed to give him. Fists clenched tightly into the rumpled sheets he lay on, Gibbs hung on as the other man pounded into his body, grunting with each rub of O'Neill's belly against his cock, pre-cum and sweat slicking their skin; it was just enough to push him ever closer to the edge. Toes tingling, his balls tight and full, his voice deep and hoarse, Gibbs cried out, cum splattering his chest and belly.



"Fuck," O'Neill cursed, biting down hard on his lip as his own climax took him. Panting hard, O'Neill tried to catch his breath, his forehead resting on Gibbs' sweat and semen covered heaving chest.



"Damn that was good," Gibbs said, gentle hands rubbing circles over O'Neill's shoulders.



"Yearsurebetcha," he panted. "Ain't nothing quite like it. Pulling out now 'Thro," he said before sprawling limply next to the younger man. "Damn, but that's the best way I know to start the day."



Groaning, Gibbs winced as O'Neill's cock slid from his now very tender hole. "I'm going to need to soak in some hot water for a while, maybe I can persuade you to take play a game of find the soap with me."



"Sounds like a plan," O'Neill yawned. "I'll just hang out here until you're ready then. Shit, move Gibbs, don't want to lay in the wet spot."



"Not going to clean up?"



"Why bother, I'm only going to shower with you later."



"Your hide, O'Neill, but personally I hate the feel of dried cum, especially in my hair."



"It'll wash, now get going; the sooner you soak, the sooner we'll shower and get to round two."



"Going, Flyboy, going," Gibbs smiled at the older man as O'Neill snuggled further down into his pillow. Gibbs brushed a gentle kiss to the matted golden brown hair. "I'll call when I'm ready."





Settling into the deep claw-footed tub and hissing slightly when the hot water found all of his sore spots, Gibbs leaned back, thinking, 'I wonder if I can talk the Flyboy into a game of pool later, winner's choice in bed.'





TBC eventually.