Straight Lines And Curve Balls, 15/15
Title: Straight Lines and Curve Balls - Chapter 15
Fandom: NCIS
Beta: Unbetaed. But I proofread obsessively, if that helps?
Rating: R
Genre: Slash, humour, a little light angst
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, more's the pity. If I did I'd share...
Description: In which Tony gets a grip on the situation.
Warnings: None
For once, Tony had all the advantages - namely leverage, surprise and determination. One well timed yank had Gibbs off balance, and he hit the back of the sofa with a startled grunt, before rolling down it, ending up flat on his back. Tony made sure not to waste any more time, landing on top of him about five seconds later. He was not about to pass up this chance.
“Tony?”
Tony stopped mid shuffle, the pair of them nose to nose. “Gibbs.”
“What are you doing?”
Tony blinked. “Seriously?” He knew it had been a while, but really, some things were as easy as falling off a log (and he'd fallen off a few in his time, albeit not as many as McGee). Still, on the off chance that there might be something else going on here that he'd not yet cottoned on to, he reined his libido back in and took a proper look at the man underneath him. Confusion was writ large. There might even be a hint of apprehension there, too.
“Okay. Seriously.” He shuffled a little again, partly to get comfortable, and partly just because he could, and he wanted to. It was enough to prove Gibbs wasn't underplaying his feelings. Then again, it wasn't like Tony wasn't offering him something to think about in return. “Well. You know, there's a lot of these feelings about. You have 'em. I... well... I have 'em. And as to what I'm doing - I'm acting on said feelings, because apparently we are a pair of complete idiots who could have been doing this a lot sooner.”
He dipped back in towards Gibbs' mouth, pulling out again just as his target started coming to meet him. The move produced a very satisfactory growl that prowled right along the length of every nerve he had.
“On the bright side - you're a guy. I'm a guy. So that's all the talking we need to do out of the way.”
This time he didn't pull out. They crashed into each other, too hard, and he snagged his lip on Gibbs tooth, and there were far too many noses involved, and he didn't care, because he had been waiting for this for years, and if it had been perfect it would have been all wrong.
After a while, he moved on to the neck, and then back to the mouth. Then an earlobe, which had Gibbs arching and grinding.
He couldn't have too much of that too soon, so he went back to the mouth. The earlobe would still be there in a few minutes.
There was a hand in his hair, and one on his ass, and they were solid, and calloused, and possessive, and just as they should be.
One of his own hands went for a wander up Gibbs chest. It enjoyed itself immensely, and sent word to the other one to come and join in.
At some point later, Gibbs broke off.
“You done this before?”
His voice had dropped so low, so gruff, that Tony thought his spine was melting, and it took a sharp tug to his hair before he worked out that there had been a question hiding in there, behind the delicious voice.
“Nope. Fun though.”
Gibbs snorted quietly. “So neither of us knows what we're doing?”
It took a moment for his brain to stop enjoying the feel of full length Gibbs and process the actual meaning behind the question. He wondered if feelings gave him the right to headslap Gibbs, but decided to stay on the safe side. At least until after he'd got off. It had been a very long night.
“I'll have you know I know exactly what I'm doing. And I'm fairly certain between us we can master enough of the basics to get through tonight. My hands still work.”
“I'd noticed.”
“Thank you.”
***
Some indeterminate time later, he came up for air again. “Still think I don't know what I'm doing?”
“If you did, you wouldn't have stopped.”
“Right!”
***
It was a while before he was thinking coherently again. There was, he thought enviously, something to be said for Gibbs' general minimalism with words. It made it considerably harder to tell when the man was losing contact with his higher functions.
Of course, that was nothing that couldn't be resolved with a little dedicated practice. And he could be very dedicated, given the right motivation.
In fact, practice could start just as soon as he'd recovered, and the pair of them were no longer lying on top of each other on a single sofa, puffing like steam trains and sharing the wet spot.
“Told you we'd muddle through.”
“Do you ever stop talking?”
“No. It's part of my charm.”
“Really? Bet I can do something about that.”
***
Much later, after a short nap, relocation to the bedroom, and further investigation of the general layout of Gibbs' erogenous zones, conversation reappeared.
“You're taking tomorrow off.”
“What? Why? Ducky said I was fine for desk duty.”
“I know.”
“Well then.”
“There's a desk here. I'll get Abby to set you up, first thing.”
“Oh, come on!”
“Fine. Come into the office and work if you want. You'll be dong research. Thought you might prefer to do it here.”
“Research?”
“Background on our perps. Full work up. Need to know if there are any other weak spots. Everything, no matter how irrelevant it seems.” Gibbs stared at him hard, with surprisingly innocent looking eyes. “Research.”
“...Oh. Research.”
“That's it. Knew you were smart.”
Tony huffed in mock annoyance. “One of us should be.” The headslap had no energy either, Gibbs' hand drifting to a halt on his scalp, rubbing gently. Tony took the time to enjoy the sensation, before moving back towards the point. “Sure thing. I'm your man! And you're right, I probably would get more done here, anyway. Better for my recovery, too. That knee really hurts, you know.”
“Best rest it then.”
“If you insist. I probably shouldn't try and head for the guest room. Don't want to overtax it.”
“Good point. Stay here. I'll do the same. That way if you need help, I'm right on hand.”
“Excellent idea. As it happens, there is something I could use a little help with...”
Fandom: NCIS
Beta: Unbetaed. But I proofread obsessively, if that helps?
Rating: R
Genre: Slash, humour, a little light angst
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, more's the pity. If I did I'd share...
Description: In which Tony gets a grip on the situation.
Warnings: None
For once, Tony had all the advantages - namely leverage, surprise and determination. One well timed yank had Gibbs off balance, and he hit the back of the sofa with a startled grunt, before rolling down it, ending up flat on his back. Tony made sure not to waste any more time, landing on top of him about five seconds later. He was not about to pass up this chance.
“Tony?”
Tony stopped mid shuffle, the pair of them nose to nose. “Gibbs.”
“What are you doing?”
Tony blinked. “Seriously?” He knew it had been a while, but really, some things were as easy as falling off a log (and he'd fallen off a few in his time, albeit not as many as McGee). Still, on the off chance that there might be something else going on here that he'd not yet cottoned on to, he reined his libido back in and took a proper look at the man underneath him. Confusion was writ large. There might even be a hint of apprehension there, too.
“Okay. Seriously.” He shuffled a little again, partly to get comfortable, and partly just because he could, and he wanted to. It was enough to prove Gibbs wasn't underplaying his feelings. Then again, it wasn't like Tony wasn't offering him something to think about in return. “Well. You know, there's a lot of these feelings about. You have 'em. I... well... I have 'em. And as to what I'm doing - I'm acting on said feelings, because apparently we are a pair of complete idiots who could have been doing this a lot sooner.”
He dipped back in towards Gibbs' mouth, pulling out again just as his target started coming to meet him. The move produced a very satisfactory growl that prowled right along the length of every nerve he had.
“On the bright side - you're a guy. I'm a guy. So that's all the talking we need to do out of the way.”
This time he didn't pull out. They crashed into each other, too hard, and he snagged his lip on Gibbs tooth, and there were far too many noses involved, and he didn't care, because he had been waiting for this for years, and if it had been perfect it would have been all wrong.
After a while, he moved on to the neck, and then back to the mouth. Then an earlobe, which had Gibbs arching and grinding.
He couldn't have too much of that too soon, so he went back to the mouth. The earlobe would still be there in a few minutes.
There was a hand in his hair, and one on his ass, and they were solid, and calloused, and possessive, and just as they should be.
One of his own hands went for a wander up Gibbs chest. It enjoyed itself immensely, and sent word to the other one to come and join in.
At some point later, Gibbs broke off.
“You done this before?”
His voice had dropped so low, so gruff, that Tony thought his spine was melting, and it took a sharp tug to his hair before he worked out that there had been a question hiding in there, behind the delicious voice.
“Nope. Fun though.”
Gibbs snorted quietly. “So neither of us knows what we're doing?”
It took a moment for his brain to stop enjoying the feel of full length Gibbs and process the actual meaning behind the question. He wondered if feelings gave him the right to headslap Gibbs, but decided to stay on the safe side. At least until after he'd got off. It had been a very long night.
“I'll have you know I know exactly what I'm doing. And I'm fairly certain between us we can master enough of the basics to get through tonight. My hands still work.”
“I'd noticed.”
“Thank you.”
***
Some indeterminate time later, he came up for air again. “Still think I don't know what I'm doing?”
“If you did, you wouldn't have stopped.”
“Right!”
***
It was a while before he was thinking coherently again. There was, he thought enviously, something to be said for Gibbs' general minimalism with words. It made it considerably harder to tell when the man was losing contact with his higher functions.
Of course, that was nothing that couldn't be resolved with a little dedicated practice. And he could be very dedicated, given the right motivation.
In fact, practice could start just as soon as he'd recovered, and the pair of them were no longer lying on top of each other on a single sofa, puffing like steam trains and sharing the wet spot.
“Told you we'd muddle through.”
“Do you ever stop talking?”
“No. It's part of my charm.”
“Really? Bet I can do something about that.”
***
Much later, after a short nap, relocation to the bedroom, and further investigation of the general layout of Gibbs' erogenous zones, conversation reappeared.
“You're taking tomorrow off.”
“What? Why? Ducky said I was fine for desk duty.”
“I know.”
“Well then.”
“There's a desk here. I'll get Abby to set you up, first thing.”
“Oh, come on!”
“Fine. Come into the office and work if you want. You'll be dong research. Thought you might prefer to do it here.”
“Research?”
“Background on our perps. Full work up. Need to know if there are any other weak spots. Everything, no matter how irrelevant it seems.” Gibbs stared at him hard, with surprisingly innocent looking eyes. “Research.”
“...Oh. Research.”
“That's it. Knew you were smart.”
Tony huffed in mock annoyance. “One of us should be.” The headslap had no energy either, Gibbs' hand drifting to a halt on his scalp, rubbing gently. Tony took the time to enjoy the sensation, before moving back towards the point. “Sure thing. I'm your man! And you're right, I probably would get more done here, anyway. Better for my recovery, too. That knee really hurts, you know.”
“Best rest it then.”
“If you insist. I probably shouldn't try and head for the guest room. Don't want to overtax it.”
“Good point. Stay here. I'll do the same. That way if you need help, I'm right on hand.”
“Excellent idea. As it happens, there is something I could use a little help with...”