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Title: The Voyeur
By: nancy
Pairing: Tony/Gibbs
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: R
Summary: Gibbs overhears Tony.

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"Jesus fucking Christ...oh God...oh God..."

It was the softest whisper, the words barely audible. Jethro stopped in his tracks when he realized he'd walked in on Tony in the middle of what every hot blooded young man did whenever they'd been ogling bikini clad women for hours at a time. Hell. It was what any man did, assuming the plumbing still worked and ran in that direction. The bathroom door was open a crack, which made sense since Jethro had said he was going out to get coffee and the nearest open coffee shop was fifteen minutes away.

"Yeah...that's it...oh fuck yeah..."

He heard the wet sounds of hand on cock and shuddered in his own arousal. The stakeout at the beach hadn't done anything for him, but listening to Tony frantically jerk off through the cheap plaster of their hotel room was more than working. Jethro's hand rubbed over his cock through the dress slacks, even knowing he couldn't do anything about it. Not really. Not when he had to walk past DiNozzo into the bathroom when the other man was done. The stain on his pants would be far too obvious.

Besides, it sounded like Tony was just about done, damn it. There were groans now, interspersed with panted curses.

"Harder...ohpleaseharderharder...fuckme...fuckme..."

A jolt of pure electricity lit through Jethro at the louder words. Swallowing against a dry throat, he wondered if that meant what he thought it meant. His hand rubbed harder along the length of his shaft as Tony continued to pump his own in the other room.

"Fuck...fuck...motherfucker yes!"

Jethro back quickly out of the hotel room, heart racing and breathing heavily. He closed the door a little too hard and cursed, knowing it would be impossible for DiNozzo's bat ears not to have heard it. Racing for the corner, he just made it around when the door opened again. He hadn't been afraid of being discovered in a long damn time and it added to the ache in his dick, the thrill going right through him.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

The slightly breathless quality of Tony's voice told Jethro that the other had rushed to the door, probably with his gun in hand. They were there after a killer, after all, and it wasn't entirely inconceivable that whoever the perp was, had tracked them down. Although if Tony really thought it was the killer, announcing himself like that was just plain stupid, so he probably thought he'd forgotten to close the door and the wind got it.

At least, that was what Jethro was hoping.

After the door closed, Jethro sagged against the plaster and thumped his head against the wall a few times, eyes closing. His hand rested on his cock, but didn't move, even though it was hard enough that he could hammer nails with it.

It was the faintest of sounds, but he suddenly knew that he wasn't alone.

"It was you."

Fuck.

Opening his eyes, Jethro found Tony standing there, gun in hand, dressed only in a towel. His torso was still wet, the light catching beads of water in the chest hair. Firm muscles teased Jethro, taunting him with his inability to do anything about it. Straightening, he opened his mouth to deny it only to find himself shoved against the wall and Tony's mouth on his, devouring it. For a split second, he actually thought about shoving the other man away with violence, but mentally smacked himself in the head for even considering about it.

Instead, after a long and wet minute exploring Tony's eager mouth, he pulled back and observed, "They've still got indecency laws, DiNozzo."

"Not in South Beach, Boss," Tony replied, smirking.

"Well I do. Inside. Now."

Tony offered a sloppy salute and sauntered around the corner back towards the room.

Shaking his head at the brazen, and apparently fearless, man walking away, Jethro could only hope this turned out better than his marriages had. Licking his lips, he thought, Only one way to find out, Gibbs. Fuck him through the mattress and see if he can look you in the eyes in the morning. If not...

Well. He'd deal with that if it happened, but somehow, Jethro didn't think it would.

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