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annundrielPorn Battle! Yea!!
Always so much fun. And this time I actually wrote something instead of just sitting back and enjoying what everyone else has to offer. Go me!
Any Other Name. NCIS. Tim/Tony. With a porny rating.
I'm kind of proud of myself.
Tony’s back makes a satisfying thud when Tim pins him to the door. “Would it kill you to use my name, Tony?” he asks.
Tony looks at where Tim’s hands are fisted in his shirt and smirks at him. “What?” he says. “Probie?”
Tim growls. “No.”
“McGeek?”
“Tony.”
“McGoo? McGiggle? McG—”
Tim crushes his mouth to Tony’s, anything to get him to stop talking. He’s not expecting Tony’s lips to feel the way they do, though, or for Tony’s breath to hitch at the contact. There’s a moment where neither of them move, like they’re poised for fight or flight.
Then, suddenly, it’s neither; it’s a third, unspoken option and they’re kissing frantically against Tim’s front door. There’s the sharp sting of teeth, the lewd slide of tongue and before long they’re both breathing heavy, air thick with the sound of it as Tim keeps Tony pinned, refusing to let him go anywhere.
Though Tony’s doing plenty with limited space as he slides a thigh between Tim’s and grinds against him.
Tim let’s go of Tony’s shirt, slides his hand down between them until he’s cupping Tony through his jeans. Tony’s already hard against his palm, heat soaking through the denim. Tim squeezes briefly, can’t help himself, before moving his hand enough to find the button on Tony’s jeans, popping it open and then sliding the zipper down.
The sound Tony makes when Tim wraps his hand around his cock is enough to make Tim’s toes curl, anticipation curling sweetly at the base of his spine when Tony pulls away, rests his forehead against his, and gasps. “Fuck, McGee.”
“Not quite, DiNozzo,” he says and begins to move his hand in a rhythm that’s enough to keep Tony on edge, but not quite enough to make him come. He didn’t plan this, but he sure as hell is going to make his point.
Tim pulls back far enough to see his face. Tony’s eyes are a little glazed, pupils blown wide, lips red and swollen. He looks amazing. Tim’s always known that Tony was attractive, but god, this is a whole other level. He can’t stop himself from closing the distance between, kissing him solidly and taking the moment to press his own erection harder against the thigh Tony’s so helpfully provided. He can feel Tony’s hands gripping his shoulders, his hips making tiny, desperate movements towards him when he pulls away again, slowing the strokes of his hand until he’s just holding him.
It’s gratifying to see Tony attempt to follow him before he opens his eyes, blinking in confusion. “Why are you stopping?”
“My name, Tony.” When Tony just blinks at him again, Tim kisses him again, mouthing along his jaw until he reaches his ear, nipping lightly at the skin. “Come on,” he whispers, moving his hand on Tony’s cock—“Tony. Say it.”—sweeping his thumb over the head every other stroke until finally, finally—
“Tim,” Tony gasps, breaths coming in hot little pants as he shudders against him. “Timothy. Tim.”
And, god, it’s probably pathetic, but that’s all it takes for Tim to come, colors bursting white-hot behind his eyelids.
When he comes back to himself, he’s leaning pretty heavily against Tony. Not that Tony seems to mind since he’s leaning pretty heavily against the door. He’s got one arm around Tim’s shoulders, hand caressing the back of Tim’s head, toying with his hair. The other arm is wrapped firmly around his waist, anchoring Tim in place.
“I don’t care how good you are at that,” Tony says, breaking the silence that’s settled between them. “I’m still calling you ‘probie’ at work.”
Always so much fun. And this time I actually wrote something instead of just sitting back and enjoying what everyone else has to offer. Go me!
Any Other Name. NCIS. Tim/Tony. With a porny rating.
I'm kind of proud of myself.
Tony’s back makes a satisfying thud when Tim pins him to the door. “Would it kill you to use my name, Tony?” he asks.
Tony looks at where Tim’s hands are fisted in his shirt and smirks at him. “What?” he says. “Probie?”
Tim growls. “No.”
“McGeek?”
“Tony.”
“McGoo? McGiggle? McG—”
Tim crushes his mouth to Tony’s, anything to get him to stop talking. He’s not expecting Tony’s lips to feel the way they do, though, or for Tony’s breath to hitch at the contact. There’s a moment where neither of them move, like they’re poised for fight or flight.
Then, suddenly, it’s neither; it’s a third, unspoken option and they’re kissing frantically against Tim’s front door. There’s the sharp sting of teeth, the lewd slide of tongue and before long they’re both breathing heavy, air thick with the sound of it as Tim keeps Tony pinned, refusing to let him go anywhere.
Though Tony’s doing plenty with limited space as he slides a thigh between Tim’s and grinds against him.
Tim let’s go of Tony’s shirt, slides his hand down between them until he’s cupping Tony through his jeans. Tony’s already hard against his palm, heat soaking through the denim. Tim squeezes briefly, can’t help himself, before moving his hand enough to find the button on Tony’s jeans, popping it open and then sliding the zipper down.
The sound Tony makes when Tim wraps his hand around his cock is enough to make Tim’s toes curl, anticipation curling sweetly at the base of his spine when Tony pulls away, rests his forehead against his, and gasps. “Fuck, McGee.”
“Not quite, DiNozzo,” he says and begins to move his hand in a rhythm that’s enough to keep Tony on edge, but not quite enough to make him come. He didn’t plan this, but he sure as hell is going to make his point.
Tim pulls back far enough to see his face. Tony’s eyes are a little glazed, pupils blown wide, lips red and swollen. He looks amazing. Tim’s always known that Tony was attractive, but god, this is a whole other level. He can’t stop himself from closing the distance between, kissing him solidly and taking the moment to press his own erection harder against the thigh Tony’s so helpfully provided. He can feel Tony’s hands gripping his shoulders, his hips making tiny, desperate movements towards him when he pulls away again, slowing the strokes of his hand until he’s just holding him.
It’s gratifying to see Tony attempt to follow him before he opens his eyes, blinking in confusion. “Why are you stopping?”
“My name, Tony.” When Tony just blinks at him again, Tim kisses him again, mouthing along his jaw until he reaches his ear, nipping lightly at the skin. “Come on,” he whispers, moving his hand on Tony’s cock—“Tony. Say it.”—sweeping his thumb over the head every other stroke until finally, finally—
“Tim,” Tony gasps, breaths coming in hot little pants as he shudders against him. “Timothy. Tim.”
And, god, it’s probably pathetic, but that’s all it takes for Tim to come, colors bursting white-hot behind his eyelids.
When he comes back to himself, he’s leaning pretty heavily against Tony. Not that Tony seems to mind since he’s leaning pretty heavily against the door. He’s got one arm around Tim’s shoulders, hand caressing the back of Tim’s head, toying with his hair. The other arm is wrapped firmly around his waist, anchoring Tim in place.
“I don’t care how good you are at that,” Tony says, breaking the silence that’s settled between them. “I’m still calling you ‘probie’ at work.”
