Title: Just One Night Couldn’t Be So Wrong
Author: Lil Jei
Fandom: NCIS/CSI: Miami
Pairing: Gibbs/Caine
Rating: R
Wd Ct: 1500+
Disclaimer: The shows and boys are so not mine.
Kink: Sex in vehicles, rough! Sex
A/N: Not Beta’d…like usual ;) Timeline is after Speed’s death and after Gibbs amnesia. Also, I shocked myself with just how sexual this turned out…really shocked.
Prompt/Summary: Gibbs didn't know what to think of the strange man who insisted on wearing sunglasses at 10 o'clock at night.

Day one of the world’s worst conference and Gibbs was officially bored out of his mind. He’d already checked in at the desk, but he’d done that, hours ago. And now he was just waiting, waiting for what he didn’t really know. But whatever it was that had his engines going, it would be worthwhile. Whenever he got this feeling he didn’t stop moving, going, doing whatever until he was on the verge of passing out.

 

But what was it about this damn hotel lobby and this whole conference that had caught his attention that was the question really. But he was getting sick of hiding in the corner, so sick that he was about to leave. Really, here he was sitting in a grungy armchair instead of out enjoying the sights and sounds of Las Vegas. But just as he was shifting to stand a body was shoved into him. Not looking he just aimed to shove back, but once he did look up he had to stop. Even his mind had shut down automatically.

 

Here, right in front of him was the most compact and alluring body he’d seen in awhile and if he wasn’t mistaken the most natural red hair he’d ever seen in his life. He reached for the arm that was brushing up against him; then he didn’t even stop to think as he offered his name and brushed his free hand up against the sunglasses on the man’s face, pushing them up into the fiery red hair. Looking into the most beautiful blue eyes, he smiled and asked, “Who wears sunglasses at night?” He wasn’t expecting the answer he got. He removed his hand quicker than a flash when he heard the other man say “Lt. Horatio Caine of the Miami PD.”

 

Never one for social niceties even Gibbs knew that Caine should have decked him and offered a gruff “I’m sorry about that.” He didn’t even look the man in the eyes as he said so either; he was being such a coward. But for a brief minute before he’d spoken, he could have sworn he’d felt something. Something so electric and energizing that he had lost his mind. Without thinking he’s looking into the redhead’s eyes once more, and soon is opening his mouth to further apologize,  but something else slips out, a  quiet “Have dinner with me” and then a stutter or two escaped him.

 

This is all before he realized his foolishness and aims to leave before Caine can say anything else. But upon him moving, his arm is quickly pulled back. And he’s forced to look into the eyes of a man he’s fiercely attracted to. Before he can say anything else, Caine moves in closer and spoke into his ear “I felt it too, and yes I’ll have dinner with you Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, as long as you promise to stare at me a little bit less and speak up a whole lot more.” Gibbs, never one to back down from a challenge manages a barely there squeak and whispered, “I’ll try my hardest.” He’s not even done speaking between breathes when the two of them separate and he’s looking at the serious Horatio Caine. The man who before leaving him says with some determination, “Meet me at the doors by 7 p.m. Be dressed for dinner.”

 

It was seven p.m. on the dot and Horatio was nervous. He hadn’t met someone like Gibbs in a long time. And now, here he was, waiting for someone who could potentially understand him or destroy him, with just a word. But just like with Speed he had felt something, something so primal that his instincts and his libido had sat up and begged. Having such a gruff and strong man under him, writhing, sweating, and probably swearing would be such a turn on. And this Leroy Jethro Gibbs was probably the hottest man he had set his sights on in years. He found himself filled with such determination; that he was feeling renewed and exhilarated.

 

So much for the conference, H was bound and determined to spend the week just fucking Gibbs and maybe if the man behaved he’d have his chance at doing the fucking as well. H turned just as a hand was about to settle on his shoulder. He’d caught the movement in the mirrored doors but he’d never tell the other man. Looking Gibbs up and down he had to whistle just a bit. Before he can stop it he said while looking at his new found friend, “You clean up well Leroy.” And he had to smile at the snort and the quiet call me “Gibbs or Lee, none of that country boy crap.”

 

Answering back with a nod he opened the door for them and moved towards the parked hummer. Thank the gods he’d reserved the vehicle months ago. He couldn’t live without the sturdy and rather roomy truck. And if he had his way by the end of the night he’d know whether or not Gibbs looked good lying back on those nice leather seats. He came back to reality as his arm was smacked. He looked back at Gibbs and saw the smirk and muttered, “I was just thinking…” He didn’t even get a full sentence out before Gibbs looked at the seats and then at him and said “Uh huh, I’m sure I know what you were thinking.” And with a quick smile between them they’re both in the hummer and raring to go, to dinner at the very least.

 

Dinner and the subsequent walk around downtown Vegas was nice. But Gibbs couldn’t help but squirm in anticipation. He hadn’t been planning on giving into temptation. But damn if Horatio didn’t look dangerously sexy with those shades on, it was giving him all kinds of thoughts. He didn’t think he’d ever been so attracted to a man before. He’d topped plenty of times but this strong and fiery man made him weak in the knees and weak in his will. He wanted to bottom for him, he wanted to spend the night, hell the week flat on his back with his legs spread, just taking it. He might, just might even give it back as well.

 

But he wanted it bad enough that soon, he knew he’d even settle for the backseat of the rental. Getting back to the hummer after such a refreshing date had Gibbs literally panting in need. Even though they hadn’t even kissed yet, they’d both waited long enough. Caine and those shiny seats made him want to lose control. Just for right now he’d be the one in need, the one taken care of. He hadn’t had that in so long, long before the coma, before the fuck ups with Tony, probably even before Shannon. Way back in basic was the last time he could remember this need to be surrounded, bent over, and fucked into unconsciousness.

 

And now here was his fantasy on a platter, well on a seat at least. They hadn’t even left the lot before Horatio had been on him. Kissing and sucking, licking and ripping, the both of them were soon moving on top of one another. But knowing that Caine wanted to be the one on top made things easier for Gibbs. He moved towards the back and left his pants in the front and just in time because Horatio was pinching and pressing his fingers all over his ass and just lobbing spit into his hole. But Gibbs wouldn’t have it any other way. He wanted this beautiful man inside of him. And he was burning up with anticipation. Getting further onto his knees, he was stretching his own cheeks apart, just in time too because Horatio had started easing into him. With a quicker push than necessary Gibbs found himself full almost to bursting and with that Horatio was hitting his spot. Over and over, they were moving together beautifully. Gibbs didn’t know how long they lasted but it felt like forever as Caine kept pushing into him and squeezing tightly on his cock.

 

Preventing him from coming was a kink he never knew he had, but H was right on it and on him as well. He couldn’t breathe as his orgasm was held back for the third or fourth time. He couldn’t even see as he was rocking into the cock splitting him in two. He hadn’t felt this good in so long. And as he feels the orgasm finally rocket out of him he slipped down onto the seat and just had to breathe. He breathes some more as Horatio cleans them both up but just as he moves to sit up and go towards the front he can’t stop the laugh. It’s not a giggle or a belly laugh but a breathless one. One that reaffirmed for him one thing, that here in the backseat of a rental and in the arms of a stranger he’d found himself again, but now he was hoping he wouldn’t be alone anymore.