Challenge #226 Past Prompts--NCIS--Gibbs/Ducky--Alone--R

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TITLE: Alone
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRINGS: Donald “Ducky” Mallard, Leroy Jethro Gibbs
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 300
PROMPT: Submitted for slashthedrabble Challenge #226--Past Prompts Revisited--#01--Fantasies.
SUMMARY: Late one night at Reston House, Ducky thinks about Jethro.
SPOILERS: Set after “Good Cop/Bad Cop” but nothing really spoilerish.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.



Ducky lie in bed, alone. He thought back to the conversation he had had earlier today with Gibbs about tough love.

What kind of love would Jethro make? Would it be fast and rough or slow and tender.?

“Oh, definitely slow and tender” the ME murmured as he slipped his hand beneath his pajama top and began to make soft slow lazy circles over his belly.

He smiled as he thought of the gray-haired agent. They had been close friends for many years. Close but never intimate. Well intimate, in a way….but not in a sexual manner.

No doubt Gibbs would start with gentle kisses, first on the lips and ears. He would bury his nose in the heavy wheaten hair and breathe deeply.
He would then kiss slowly and languidly down the torso, stopping at the umbilicus to look up and grin his slightly lopsided grin and say “Okay, Duck?
Then moving slowly down to the pubis and then in deliciously tortuous play down and up first the left leg and then the right.

Ducky gasped as he moved his own hand lower beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

Jethro would slowly move his kisses back up to the ever stiffening shaft. Then he would take the demanding organ into his mouth.

Ducky moaned as he felt himself encompassed by a soft warm velvety cave.

Slowly at first, Gibbs would minister to the turgid organ. He would gently fondle the balls, knead the tensing thigh muscles. Then faster and more demanding until….

“Oh, Jethro! My dear love! My all!!”

Ducky arched back as he climaxed into his own hand.

He lay for several minutes, panting, trying to restore his breathing to a normal rate.

Then moving to the drier side of the bed, he fell asleep… still alone.