sinderella81 | Fic: Scream for Ice-Cream (Reply)

Title: Scream for Ice-Cream
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: DiNozzo/Gibbs
Genre: Established Relationship
Summary: Who screams for ice-cream? Gibbs and Tony do! Food play between the men ... co-authored with sarkywoman and written for the NCIS Kink Meme
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of NCIS ...

Gibbs twitched again as a moan resounded in the room, louder than the dvd Tony had insisted they watch. The former Marine glanced to his right, where Tony sat fellating his ice cream. Because he wasn't eating it really, not with the time his tongue spent caressing the spoon. And those damn orgasmic moans...

“Mmm … Jethro, this coffee flavored ice cream is so good,” Tony moaned.

Gibbs bit his lip and shifted on the couch, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. Fuck, there was no comfortable way to sit, not with Tony making those … noises. “Christ,” he groaned.

Tony raised an eyebrow at the quiet blasphemy. "It really is good," he said, defending the ice cream. He dug in with the spoon and shoveled out a little, holding it out to Gibbs. "Try a bit."

"Okay." Gibbs bypassed the spoon and went straight to Tony's mouth, licking at the taste of coffee ice cream and chocolate sauce.

Tony groaned against Gibbs’ mouth, the spoon of ice cream and chocolate sauce forgotten as Gibbs assaulted his mouth. Christ he loved how Gibbs kissed him. There was never any hesitation, just full on assault.

He pushed Tony back against the arm of the sofa, the movie playing on unheeded in the background. As he swept his tongue around the ice-cream-cooled cavern of Tony's mouth, he let his hands delve down to the buttons on his lover's shirt. Lots of practice let him unfasten them deftly without distraction from the coffee and chocolate flavored kisses.

Tony whimpered and arched against Gibbs, needing more contact than what his lover was giving him. The spoon of ice cream dropped into the container, the container somehow made its way to the side table and Tony wrapped his suddenly free hands in Gibbs’ hair, his fingers sliding through the soft silver strands. “Jethro,” he whispered.

Gibbs drew back slightly, frowning at the wanton image of his lover as though something was missing. He reached to the table and used the spoon to scoop up some of the ice cream, popping it into his mouth then dropping the spoon back into the bowl. He leaned down, ice cream numbing the inside of his mouth, and wrapped his cold lips around Tony's left nipple.

Tony hissed as he felt Gibbs’ cold lips on his chest. “Oh … fuck … “ he whimpered, tugging at Gibbs’ hair. “That’s … “ He whined a little and started wiggling on the couch.

Gibbs grunted a bit as Tony tugged on his hair. Not that he minded; he loved when Tony made those little whimpering sounds.

Again Gibbs drew back, furrowing his brow. "Needs more chocolate," he decided, words that would never normally grace his lips. But on this occasion, he could make an exception. He reached out to the table once more, this time grabbing hold of the squeezy bottle of chocolate syrup, then began to dribble the sweet stickiness over Tony's chest.

Tony gasped and arched off the couch. “Jethro … I … “

“Shh … let me enjoy my treat,” Gibbs said, giving Tony a seductive smile before licking a trail up from Tony’s bellybutton up to Tony’s collarbone.

Tony wrapped his legs around Gibbs' hips, but his boss would not be so easily dissuaded from tasting something so delicious. Driving Tony wild was an added bonus. Concentrating, he squeezed the bottle and moved it around so that he was left with a chocolate 'J' on Tony's slightly hairy chest. He licked it off like a cat with cream, then used the bottle to draw an 'E'.

“Je-Jethro?” Tony whimpered.

“Hmm?” Gibbs murmured as he took great care cleaning the ‘E’ before drawing a ‘T’.

“Are you gonna … write your … *whole* name?” Tony gasped.

Gibbs looked up at Tony and gave him a deliciously evil smile. “That’s the idea,” he murmured.

"*All* of it?" Tony whimpered desperately and Gibbs took a moment to enjoy his lover's helpless state of arousal before rubbing his lips over the chocolate 'T', Tony's chest moving against his lips as the agent took a deep breath and writhed beneath him. "I... I don't know if I can take much more, boss..." He *was* shaking under Jethro's ministrations and the older man doubted it was all from cold.

“You sure?” Gibbs asked, licking the ‘T’ up with a smile, running his fingers along Tony’s chest. “You taste so good, Tony.”

Tony's fingers dug into Gibbs' arms as the teasing man left a 'H' of chocolate sauce on his sticky skin. "I swear if you don't fuck me soon I'm gonna sprain something," Tony gasped as the sweet liquid was lapped off of his chest. Gibbs could feel Tony's hardness pressed up against him and the heels digging into his back, strong thighs holding him close.

“Two more letters, Tony,” Gibbs murmured, licking Tony’s chest. “Can you make it just two more letters?”

“Two?” Tony whimpered. He shook his head and rubbed against Gibbs. “Nuh-uh … can’t make it … Jethro, please?”

To appease DiNozzo a little Gibbs took his mouth in a loving kiss, warming his own lips and tongue with the act. He could feel Tony falling apart underneath him, the nicest feeling in the world. With a final peck to the kiss-bruised lips, Gibbs whispered, "I'm going to finish writing now. No complaining." Tony settled for groaning low and loud.

Gibbs laid a swat against Tony’s hip. “No complaining,” he said with a smile as he drew an ornate ‘R’ on Tony’s chest, making sure both nipples were covered. He set the bottle aside and allowed his tongue to travel over Tony’s chest, peppering his lover’s golden skin with little bites and kisses.

Tony had been arching up against him, pressing his hardness to Jethro's body, but when Gibbs' lips wrapped around one of his nipples, he froze, trying to catch his breath. "I'm gonna come," he murmured.

Gibbs paused, looking up at the slightly glazed, slightly surprised expression on Tony's handsome face. "Seriously?"

Tony whimpered and nodded. “Please? Jethro? I need to … god … just fuck me already, damn it!” he whined.

“Hmmm,” Gibbs said, tracing patterns on Tony’s chest. “Interesting … think you could hang on? Only one more letter left … “

Tony shook his head. “Hell no … Fuck Jethro, one more … lick or suck or … anything and I’m gonna blow!”

"And you don't want that?" Gibbs asked, acting innocent. "Okay then." He shrugged and pried himself free from Tony's legs, sitting up straight and pretending to turn his attention back to the movie as he licked chocolate sauce from his lips.

"Oh you *bastard*," Tony growled before pouncing and pushing Gibbs down against the sofa.

Gibbs laughed and wrapped his arms around Tony, pulling him close. “Fucking love you, Tony,” he groaned.

“You’re a fucking tease,” Tony said, pulling Gibbs’ shirt over his lover’s head. “All that chocolate … and the kisses and … “ He leaned down and bit at Gibbs’ collarbone.

The agent made quick work of Gibbs' trousers and underwear, still toying at the man's skin with his teeth, flinging clothing across the room. "I'm gonna ride you now," he said breathlessly. "I'm gonna ride you and eat my ice cream before it melts. Tease." He glanced around for lube, casting a wicked grin in the direction of the chocolate sauce bottle.

Gibbs groaned and gripped Tony’s hips. “Yes,” he murmured. “Ride me, Tony … “ He didn’t care if Tony was going to tease him … he could watch Tony ride him forever. He always loved watching Tony’s face as his lover came.

Tony grabbed the bottle of syrup and squeezed a large amount into his palm, examining it closely. "It'll do," he said. Before Gibbs could ask for what, Tony had wrapped his chocolate-coated hand around Jethro's cock and was stroking up and down, lubricating him with the sweet-smelling and tasting liquid.

Gibbs groaned at the feel of Tony’s hand wrapped around his cock. “That’s it … just like that,” he breathed.

Tony took a moment to grab his bowl of ice cream before straddling Gibbs’ waist. He levered himself up and situated himself just above Gibbs’ cock, hesitating only a moment before lowering himself down and impaling himself on his lover’s hard cock.

Gibbs made a sound somewhere between a throaty moan and a chuckle as Tony made happy noises into his ice cream. "Enjoying yourself, DiNozzo?" he asked breathlessly. Tony nodded enthusiastically as he dragged himself up and down on Gibbs' erection, refusing to stop savouring his sweet treat. Gibbs couldn't stop watching Tony lick ice cream off of his lips.

“Fuck Jethro, it’s *so* good,” Tony purred as he fucked himself on Gibbs’ cock, all the while eating his ice cream. “Sex and ice cream …”

“Tony,” Gibbs growled, reaching out to touch Tony’s cock.

When the Marine wrapped his fingers around Tony's hot flesh, the spoon of ice cream fell from his lover's lips and clattered into the almost-empty bowl. Tony made a helpless moan that faded into the breathless words, "you made me drop my ice cream."

"So pick it up," Gibbs smirked as he stroked his agent's hardness.

Tony gasped a bit and picked up the spoon, still thrusting against Gibbs. He panted and whimpered as Gibbs stroked his cock in time with this thrusts. “Oh … Jethro,” Tony moaned. “Just … like … that … “

"I'm more interesting than your ice cream now?" Gibbs said smugly, watching as Tony tried to get his co-ordination back to eat his dessert.

"I can have both," Tony gasped, scooping out some ice cream with his fingers and smearing it along Gibbs' neck, leaning down and licking it off.

Gibbs groaned and arched into Tony’s lips. “Yes,” he hissed. “Just like that, Tony.”

Tony panted and whimpered as the tastes of ice cream and Gibbs collided on his tongue. It was exquisite, wonderful, something he wanted to taste over and over again.

Glad for his own flexibility, Tony smeared more of the sweet cold goodness over his lover's skin and licked it off. The swipes of his tongue became more urgent and frantic as he got nearer orgasm. Gibbs was fucking him mercilessly now, fast and as hard as he dared while Tony was in this position. His hand was working hard at bringing Tony over the edge, jerking his cock quick and firm.

Tony couldn’t control himself, couldn’t hold off any longer. He sucked at Gibbs’ neck, biting down as he came, spilling all over Gibbs’ hand.

The feel of Tony shaking against him, around him, is almost too good but not quite enough to get Gibbs to the point of climax. No, that happens as a relaxed, after-glowing Tony begins sucking at what's left of the ice cream on Gibbs' skin. That's what brought Gibbs to orgasm, coming inside DiNozzo's body and gripping his lover's thighs hard enough to bruise.

Tony winced but snuggled closer to his lover, still lapping at the leftover ice cream. “Marking me, Jethro?” he murmured softly.

“Don’t have to,” Gibbs replied, panting softly. “Already know who you belong to.”

Tony nodded. "Mm-hm, the man who buys me ice-cream."

Gibbs frowned. "That's all it takes? To think, I wasted all that time." Tony laughed and finished licking at Gibbs' skin, pulling slowly off of his cock and nuzzling in against him. Jethro stroked his back, still thinking. "Hang on... doesn't Ducky buy you ice-cream?"