Playfully, Tony shoved Gibbs as they reached his door. “You want the good bourbon, you need to get out of my way.”
“Breaking out the good stuff on my behalf? I didn’t know you cared, DiNozzo.”
“Well, what can I say? I stick to beer or wine, just have the other crap for company,” Tony insisted. “You said you need to get the bad taste out of your mouth, I’m just trying to help you out here!”
“That so? Coulda sworn you were trying to get me drunk.”
“Gibbs… You’re already drunk.”
“Not really. Told ya, buzzed. Can‘t get drunk off that crap Abby set out, too damn sweet. How come you’re not?”
“Not what?”
“Buzzed.”
“I am… God, would you get out of the way already? I’m trying to let us in here, it‘s freezing out here!” Batting Gibbs’ hand away, Tony finally managed to find the right key and unlock his door.
“Took ya long enough,” Gibbs muttered. “Shoulda just gone back to my place.”
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Tony sighed instead. “You could have said that earlier - you know, before we drove half an hour in the opposite direction?”
“Hey, you were the one that dragged me out! The least you can do is help me get this taste out of my mouth. It’s fruity.”
“Well, yeah, Gibbs, punch tends to be that way. And don‘t blame this on me, it was Abby‘s party, and she wanted you to go - she‘s the one that handed you the punch, and kept refilling your cup. Not me.”
“Why’d I drink it, again?” Making a face, Gibbs headed for the kitchen, retrieving an unopened bottle of whiskey and two glasses before heading back and plopping down on the couch next to Tony.
“Abby.”
“Ah. Yeah, kinda hard to say no to her,” Gibbs groused, his forehead crinkled in concentration as he fiddled with the seal. “Musta been more drunk than I thought, hand’s shaking. What the hell was in that stuff, anyways?”
Laughing, Tony took the bottle away and pulled the wrapper off before pouring a generous amount of whiskey into both glasses. “Pretty much everything, I think. Reminded me of my frat days; we used to mix up jungle juice and make jello shots out of it.”
“That’s disgusting.” Sipping at his drink, Gibbs hummed in approval. “Much better.”
“Yeah, I figured you’d like that,” Tony commented as he reached for a remote on the table. A few punches of a button, and the Rolling Stones filtered through the stereo speakers, causing Gibbs to look up at him in surprise.
“Didn’t take you for a Stones type,” he stated, giving the other man a quick once over. “Got any other secrets you’re hiding from me?”
Picking up his own glass, Tony raised it in a salute, smiling as he reclined and kicked his feet up. “None that you’ll find out tonight.”
“Why not?” Frowning, Gibbs leaned back into the couch and scrutinized Tony as he toed his shoes off, kicking Tony‘s feet over to clear a spot on the tabletop before he fully reclined. “Got some you’re hiding from me?”
Tony snorted as he shoved Gibbs‘ feet towards the other side of the table. “From you? Plenty. Now quit it!”
His mouth quirking up into a half grin, Gibbs put his feet back where they’d been, displacing Tony’s in the process. “Quit what?”
“Playing footsie with me!” Irritated, Tony stacked his feet on top of Gibbs’.
The half grin got bigger. “Dunno what you’re talking about. Isn’t this the song from Full Metal Jacket?”
Turning the music up slightly, Tony nodded. “Paint It Black? Yep. Nice movie reference, by the way.” Wiggling his toes, Tony grinned back at Gibbs. “Looks like I’m rubbing off on you.”
“Wouldn’t go that far,” Gibbs retorted as he pulled his feet out from underneath Tony’s and half heartedly kicked at him. “Being a bad host, quit taking my spot.”
“Your spot?”
Smug, Gibbs nodded and closed his eyes, relaxing further into the couch. “Yep. My spot. Wanna stretch out, can’t do it with you in the way.”
“You need to find a new spot, this is mine,” Tony replied, pouting.
Opening one eye halfway, Gibbs obliged by plopping one foot directly in Tony’s lap, letting the other rest on the floor. “Ok. Got one.”
“Do I look like a foot rest to you?” Tony grumbled, poking at a hole in Gibbs’ sock as the other man wiggled his toes.
“Right now?” Squinting, Gibbs gave Tony a quick once over. “Yep.”
“So what, you want a foot rub now, too?”
Chuckling, Gibbs shook his head. “Nah, I’m good. Why, you want one?” Noting how Tony tensed, Gibbs put both his feet and glass down before gesturing at the other man. “Here.”
“Here what, Gibbs?” Tony snorted as he refilled both glasses. Leaning back into the arm rest of the cough, he stuck a socked foot under Gibbs’ nose, wiggling his toes. “You gonna give me a foot rub instead?”
Gibbs’ only reply was to pull Tony’s sock off and chuck it at his head, laughing as the balled up sock bounced off the other man‘s temple. “So?” Frowning in concentration, he rubbed his thumbs along the bottom of Tony’s feet, massaging at the arch. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Think you’ve had enough to drink, Gibbs,” Tony commented, reaching for the other man’s glass. Glaring, Gibbs moved it out of range and took another sip.
“You’re the one that invited me in for a nightcap,” he observed, snickering at how Tony’s eyes shot wide open.
“What? You’re the one that said you shouldn’t drive home from Abby‘s party - I just happened to agree, then mentioned you could always crash on my couch. There was no inviting, Gibbs.”
“That was an invite,” Gibbs replied, smirking at how Tony’s eyes fell shut as he rubbed out a knot. “Don’t hear you complaining about it now, though, do I?”
His eyes still closed, Tony crinkled his nose. “Ok, it was an invite. Doesn’t explain why you’re rubbing my feet now, though.”
“You want me to stop?” Gibbs asked softly, his hands falling still. “Can if you’d rather.”
“Not really.”
“M’kay.” Falling quiet again, Gibbs resumed the massage, tapping Tony’s ankle to get him to switch feet after several minutes.
Leaning forward to pull his own sock off, Tony readjusted himself discreetly before depositing his other foot in Gibbs‘ lap. “Never thought of you as the foot rubbing type, Gibbs.”
Gibbs snorted softly. “Lots you don’t know about me.”
“Makes sense, though. You‘re always working with your hands.” Frowning, Tony searched for the right word before continuing. “Very tactile. S‘nice.”
Gibbs hummed in agreement, slowly working his way down towards Tony’s heel, smiling at how Tony nearly purred when he started to work the knots out of his Achilles tendon. As the other man grew more relaxed, he worked his way up the leg, carefully making sure that Tony’s foot didn’t make contact with his hard on.
After several minutes, the mellow music and massage had Tony fully relaxed, and he stretched out, pulling his foot away from Gibbs in the process. “We should probably crash,” he commented, reaching forward to shut the music off. “You need anything? Besides the obvious, anyways.”
“Huh?” Gibbs replied, trying to snap himself out of his relaxed state. Realizing what Tony had meant, he scratched at the back of his neck sheepishly, then shrugged and watched as Tony retrieved a blanket and pillow from the hall closet for him before pausing to turn the light off.
Yawning, Tony turned back and looked at Gibbs. “Night, Boss. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Will do,” came the sleepy reply from the couch.
Exhausted, Tony stumbled blearily for the bedroom, unaware of how Gibbs was plotting behind him. Pulling his clothes off, he let them fall on the floor haphazardly as he made a beeline for the bathroom to get ready. A few minutes later, he’d finally managed to get settled, and had barely flipped the light off when he saw the outline of a figure at the bedroom door.
“Gibbs! What the hell are you doing?” Irritated, Tony flipped the light on - just in time to see Gibbs strip down to his boxers and raise the edge of the comforter.
“Couch is too damn cold,” Gibbs replied as he slid underneath the covers. “Figured you’d warm me up,” he added as he grabbed Tony around the waist, pulling him close.
Ignoring the tickle of Gibbs’ breath against his ear, Tony groaned. “This is a really bad idea, Boss.”
“Why? Sounds like a good idea to me,” Gibbs replied, his hand slowly drifting lower.
“It just is, Gibbs. You really need to go back to the couch.”
“Why?” Gibbs demanded. “It’s cold, and I’m alone out there. Would rather be in here with you. I don’t bite. Not often, anyways.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Gibbs replied, rolling over onto his other side. “I get it.”
Exasperated, Tony rolled onto his back. “Get what, Gibbs?”
Gibbs muttered unintelligibly in response, so Tony resorted to drastic measures, yanking the pillow out from underneath his head and tossing it on the floor.
“Hey!” Gibbs protested. “That was my pillow.”
“You’re in my bed!” Tony shot back, half heartedly glaring at the other man. “You wanted to crash in here instead of the couch, remember? If you don’t like it, move.”
“Don’t wanna,” Gibbs replied with a pout, rolling back over towards Tony. “Can I have my pillow back now?”
“No.”
“Why the hell not?” Gibbs demanded, trying to reach over Tony to grab the wayward pillow.
“Because,” Tony replied as he shoved Gibbs back to the other side of the bed. “Just… Go to sleep, Gibbs.” Frustrated, he punched at his own pillow and tried to ignore both his hard on and the warm body behind him.
Smiling to himself, Gibbs counted to thirty before yanking the pillow out from underneath Tony’s head, ignoring the squawk of protest that resulted from his action.
“What the hell, Gibbs!” Angry, Tony reached over to grab the pillow back, only to find himself in a wrist lock. “Would you knock it off?”
“Dunno what you’re talking about,” Gibbs mumbled sleepily. “Needed a pillow. Got one.” Peering out of a half opened eye, he smirked at Tony before flipping over to face the far wall.
“Oh, no you don’t, you drunk bastard,” Tony grumbled. Glaring at the other man’s back, he could have sworn that he saw Gibbs’ shoulders shake. “What, you think this is funny?”
“Trying to sleep, Tony.”
“Sleep, huh?“ His eyes narrowed, Tony made his move. Gripping Gibbs’ pillow, he braced a foot against the other man’s legs and kicked forward as he yanked the pillow back, causing Gibbs to be unceremoniously dumped on the floor in a pile of blankets. Sprawling himself diagonally across the bed, Tony peered over the edge and smiled down at Gibbs. “Ok. Works for me. G’night.”
“The hell, DiNozzo!” Gibbs growled as he disentangled himself from the blankets. “You pushed me out of bed!”
“Told ya, the couch is all yours,” Tony replied innocently. “Bed’s mine. Go back to the living room, Gibbs. No room in here.”
Grumbling, Gibbs pulled himself to his feet, then moved towards the door and paused. Half heartedly glaring at Tony, he watched as the other man smirked and batted his eyelashes innocently as he made a show out of rearranging the blankets and making himself comfortable.
The only warning Tony had was a slight quirk to Gibbs’ mouth as the other man launched himself at the bed. Laughing, he grabbed one of the pillows and used it as an impromptu shield, barely managing to deflect Gibbs to the side as he rolled away. An elbow to his stomach knocked the wind out of him, and he promptly found himself rolled onto his stomach, one wrist twisted behind his back as Gibbs pinned him down.
“Gonna make room for me now?” Gibbs demanded, a feral smile playing across his lips. “’cuz I’m not going back to the couch.”
“Nope.” Even with his face stuffed into a pillow, Tony still managed to sound smug.
“Better give in, it’s just gonna get worse,” Gibbs warned, leaning forward to hear the unintelligible response mumbled into the pillow while he lessened his grip on Tony’s wrist. “What’d you say?”
Seizing the opportunity he’d been waiting for, Tony pushed himself up off the bed, dislodging Gibbs as he flipped them both over. A quick shift of his weight, and he had Gibbs on his back, pinned by the wrists as he straddled his hips. “I said, don’t count on it.”
Gibbs grinned. “Hey, Tony?”
Idly observing that there was no way anyone should look so smug pinned down, Tony took the bait. “Yeah?”
“You know you’re naked, right?” The gleam in Gibbs’ eyes bordered between mischief and pure evil, and when Tony glanced down to discover that Gibbs was in fact right, he found himself pinned down instead.
“Well, yeah,” Tony gasped out. “It’s a Rule, Gibbs.”
“A rule? Gotta be kidding me!”
“Yep. Very important one.” Nodding, Tony continued. “And you’re breaking it. Well… You‘re breaking several, actually.”
Confused, Gibbs released Tony and sat back on his haunches. “What rule?” he demanded. “It’s not one of mine, that’s for sure.”
“Nope. It’s not. They’re not. Still breaking ‘em, though,” Tony replied as he propped himself up on his elbows and grinned up at Gibbs. “Very important. Very.”
“Well?”
“You’re not naked.”
Gibbs eyebrows shot skyward. “What?”
Leering, Tony nodded. “Yep. That’s one of my rules. No clothes in bed. Gotta lose the boxers if you don’t want to sleep on the couch.”
“What’s the other rule?”
Tony grinned. “Well, that one’s easy too.”
“DiNozzo.”
“You know, you really should stop growling at me,” Tony noted. “I think I’m building up an immunity - same as with the head slaps.”
Reaching forward to deliver the obliged smack, Gibbs found himself pinned against the mattress, his face stuffed against a pillow with Tony pressed up against his back.
“Which brings me to my other rule,” Tony continued. “Almost as important as the other one, but they’re still related.”
“What’s that?”
Leaning forward, Tony chuckled and let his lips brush against Gibbs’ ear, taking note of how the other man arched against him as he whispered softly into his ear. “I’m on top.”
“Christ.”
“That a problem, Boss?” Tony murmured, nipping at Gibbs’ ear.
“Well, yeah, Tony, it is.”
“Want me to let you up?”
Gibbs smirked over his shoulder. “Depends.”
“On what?” Confused, Tony leaned back and pouted.
“On if you want me to get naked or not,” Gibbs retorted. “I thought it was a rule?”
“It is!” Tony insisted. “And you don’t need to get up for me to get you naked.”
“So are you gonna do it, or keep talking about it?”
“Do what?”
Irritated, Gibbs rolled on his side and dumped Tony off his back before sliding his boxers off and shoving them in the other man’s face. “That.”
“Gibbs, is there any reason why you’re naked and in my bed?”
“You’ve got to be shitting me!” Gibbs ground out. “Give me back my damn boxers.”
“Now, why would I do that? Can’t break a rule!” Tony crowed. “Gotta be naked in bed.”
“I’m going back to the couch,” Muttering, Gibbs got out of bed, yelping as Tony grabbed him around the waist and dragged him back to bed.
“You’re not going anywhere - I’m not done with you yet!”
“You haven’t started with me yet!” Gibbs yelled out. “Christ, Tony, would you just stop talking about it and fuck me??”
His eyes wide, Tony gave Gibbs his best fish impersonation as he stared at the other man in shock.
Thoroughly pissed, Gibbs resisted the urge to throw something as he searched for his boxers. “What?”
Still stunned, Tony shook his head and scrambled to reach Gibbs’ underwear first. “Just…… Wow. Never thought I’d hear you say that.”
Glaring, Gibbs reached over and smacked him upside the head.
Tony grinned. “I mean, is it actually possible to break your brain? Because I think you just did, Gibbs. There is no fucking way you’re going back to the couch now, buddy. Not happening.”
“Would you just shut up, already?” Gibbs ground out as he lunged for his underwear. “Christ, give me my boxers back.”
“Nope.”
“Damn it, hand them over!”
Jumping up on the bed, Tony held Gibbs’ shorts out of reach. “Gotta come get them from me!”
“I am not in the mood for this right now, DiNozzo.”
“So, what, you think that you’ll just get redressed and leave me all alone in here? Not gonna happen.”
“Well, no, I figured I’d strangle you first.”
Dancing around on top of his bed, Tony threw a few fake punches and tossed the boxers back at Gibbs. “Sounds kinky.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Gibbs growled as he reached out and grabbed Tony by the ankle and yanked his feet out from underneath him. Landing on the bed with a grunt, Tony just smiled up at him cockily.
“Well, yeah, Gibbs. It’s my thing. I’d try to explain it, but it’s pretty technical; might be best to just show you.” Grabbing Gibbs by the wrist, Tony pulled him back towards the bed. “Of course, it’ll work best if you’re up here.”
“You think?” Climbing back onto the bed, Gibbs loomed over Tony and laughed as he was promptly flipped onto his back.
“See, you’re laughing. This is good, you need to loosen up. Sex is supposed to be fun, Gibbs. I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept?”
Gibbs opened his mouth to retort, but found himself otherwise preoccupied as Tony laved, then pinched at one of his nipples instead. “Christ. I‘m going to regret this, aren‘t I?”
“Yep.”
“The hell am I going to do with you?”
“Got a couple of ideas. I think you’ll have to hold off on those, though. I have plans.” Grinning, Tony climbed on top of Gibbs and kissed him.
“Just a couple?” Gibbs murmured.
“Maybe more than a couple,” came the breathy reply. “Might take a while. Gotta get through this first, though.”
“What am I, the dishes?”
Tony snorted. “No, although thanks for reminding me.”
“No problem.”
“You’re much more fun than the dishes,” Tony replied. “Although I bet you’d look hot bent over my kitchen sink.”
Gibbs stiffened, then groaned as Tony bit at his neck. “Tony…”
Laughing green eyes met lust filled blue. “Yeah?”
“Please.” The word had barely left Gibbs’ lips when Tony’s crashed down against them. Grabbing at the back of the other man’s head, Gibbs tried to turn his face to the side and take control of the kiss, only to find a hand gripping his wrist and pushing it above his head.
“Do I need to get the cuffs?” Tony asked. “I told you - I have plans. If you’re going to insist on interrupting them, I’ll have to cuff you.”
Trying to ignore how his dick twitched at the question, Gibbs shook his head and reached for the headboard, causing Tony to smile.
“Good… I didn’t think so.” Smug, Tony began to explore, paying close attention as he searched for all of Gibbs’ hot spots. The lobe of his ear and neck were obvious ones, and Tony lingered briefly before gradually making his way down Gibbs’ body. The collarbone was a surprise, as was the side of his bicep… These spots, Tony focused on longer, waiting until the other man was nearly writhing before moving on.
“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned as Tony’s teeth grazed the side of his stomach, followed by feather light touches tracing shortly behind.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Tony replied. Lifting his head, he kissed Gibbs again. “You want me to stop, I can.”
“You even think about stopping and I’ll shoot,” Gibbs growled, his voice thickened by lust.
“You’d have to get up to grab my gun. Not happening,” Tony replied. “Plans, remember?”
“Plans.” Nodding, Gibbs repeated Tony’s words. “Ok. Got it. Plans.” A stroke of a gun calloused fingertip along his inner thigh caused his entire body to twitch, and Gibbs arms flexed as he bit back a moan.
“No, you don’t get to do that,” Tony whispered. “You don’t get to hold back here. Let me hear you.”
Biting his lip, Gibbs shook his head. “Can’t.”
“Can’t, or won’t? Show me. Let me hear how good you feel. Christ, Gibbs, you’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
“Tony…” The feel of the other man’s teeth on his inner thigh tore the word from his throat, and Gibbs moaned as Tony slowly worked him over.
“Yeah?” The word was felt more than it was heard.
“Please, don’t stop.”
Tony laughed, and brushed against his dick, making him moan again - louder, this time.
“Just touch me already!” Gibbs could barely recognize his own voice; since when did he beg?
“Something you want to tell me, Jethro?” Tony’s tongue kept tracing lower, and despite Gibbs’ best attempts to make sure that he had plenty of room to work with, he let his head brush against the other man’s thigh.
Gibbs nearly dismantled the bed upon hearing his name fall from the other man‘s lips. “Fucking tease!”
“Language, Gibbs.” A single finger, so close, yet so far.
“Fuck you!”
“That’s not what I meant.” Smiling, Tony nipped at Gibbs’ thigh again and let his hand wander further south.
Gritting his teeth, Gibbs could barely breathe. “Tony…”
“Right here. Something you want to tell me?” he repeated softly as he continued to tease Gibbs incessantly. “Something you want?”
“God, yes… Oh, you‘re right there,” Gibbs panted as Tony’s lips brushed against the very tip of his cock, his finger teasing his hole. “More…” He tried to thrust his hips forward, but Tony’s grip around his thigh wouldn’t let him move.
“Say it.”
Exhaling loudly, Gibbs gave in. “Fuck me.”
The hand holding his thigh was released before he knew it, and he turned his head to see Tony pull away and retrieve lube and a condom. The other man was flushed; looking down at himself, Gibbs realized he was coated in sweat. Letting his hands fall, he gripped at the pillow instead, groaning as the blood began to flow back into his numb limbs.
God, he was so hard he ached.
The sound of the condom being unwrapped reached his ears, and Gibbs glanced up again.
“Goddammit,” Tony cursed under his breath as he rolled it on, his hands shaking. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now, do you?”
Chuffing out a laugh, Gibbs pulled Tony into a kiss as a lubed-up finger started to tease him.
“You know I’m gonna get you back, right?” he murmured, and Tony grinned.
“I don’t care, it’ll be worth it.” Entranced, Tony watched his finger disappear. “Oh god. You’re so tight.”
Looking up through lust clouded eyes, Gibbs smirked and bore down, smiling at the moan that came from Tony as a result. “Hurry.”
“Jesus, Gibbs. I can’t.” A second finger joined the first. “I swear to god, if I rush this… I just can’t.” Breathing heavily, Tony stared up at Gibbs. “Kiss me,” he pleaded.
Licking his lips, Gibbs nodded and bent his head to meet Tony’s, hissing as a third finger entered him. “Need you,” he whispered.
“Fuck.” Pulling his fingers out, Tony reached for the lube again, pouring some into his hand. “God, you’re so beautiful like this, Jethro.” Slicking himself up, he grabbed at one of Gibbs’ legs, trying to get himself into position.
Bracing one leg against the bed, Gibbs hooked the other around Tony and pulled him close. “Enough already.”
“Oh, shit…” The moan coming from Tony’s mouth was nearly a whine as he pushed in slowly. “You’re so tight… Oh, god, I’m gonna make this so good for you, I swear, you’re going to want it so much… Oh my god, Gibbs, you’re so fucking tight. Oh, God. You feel so fucking good.”
“Shit….” Gibbs groaned. “Easy, Tony. Give me a second.” Panting, he let the pain subside before giving Tony the go ahead. “Slow. Just… Go slow.”
Nodding, Tony maneuvered Gibbs’ legs so he could press a kiss against an ankle. “You ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Just take it easy on me, would you?”
Panting, Tony shook his head. “Don’t say it, please don’t say it, I swear to god I’ll fucking lose it.”
“Tony, move…”
“I can’t!” Tony gritted out. “Give me a second.”
Biting his lip, Gibbs nodded. “Just a second. Need you to move…”
“I know…” Slowly, Tony began to thrust. “You’re just so tight. Don‘t want to hurt you.”
“Not gonna break, just fuck me! Jesus, you’re killing me! Move!” Gibbs ordered.
Tony glared. “I will, alright? Christ. Fucking pushy bottom!” Thrusting forward, he groaned and slowly began to speed up.
“I don’t give a shit, just… FUCK!” Gibbs’ eyes nearly rolled back in his head as sensation threatened to overwhelm him.
Grinning ferally, Tony adjusted his grip. “Yeah, that’s what I thought… Don’t hear you arguing now. Like that, don’t you?”
“The hell was that?” Gibbs panted, crying out as Tony did it again. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop, just please don’t stop… Christ, Tony, you feel so fucking good!”
“Yeah? You want more? Say it, Gibbs. Just fucking say it.”
Gripping the sheets, Gibbs groaned and shook his head.
“Say it, I swear to god I’ll stop if you don’t, I know you want it, just tell me,” Tony gasped out. “I’ll make you fly, just say the word, Gibbs. Come on…”
Gibbs shook his head. “Can’t…”
“You can. Say it!!!” Tony demanded. Grabbing onto Gibbs’ dick, he began to pull at it, driving Gibbs to the very edge.
Swallowing hard, Gibbs locked eyes with Tony and gave in.
“Please.”
He heard Tony cry out, and then everything went dark.
The sensation of a wet washcloth on his stomach was what finally brought Gibbs back to his senses. Blinking, he shook his head and tried to regain his senses, smiling up at Tony as his vision cleared.
“Damn.”
Tony snorted. “No shit.”
Groaning, Gibbs tried to stretch out, hiding a wince as his muscles protested. “The hell did you do to me?”
“Me? I didn’t do a damn thing!” Tony exclaimed. “You started it!”
“Why’s it my fault?” Gibbs retorted.
“You rubbed my feet! Christ, Gibbs, that’s the oldest foreplay trick in the book!”
“I did? What the hell did you do to me?”
Tony sputtered. “I didn’t do anything, you’re the one that got drunk off of punch and decided to jump me!”
“I didn’t jump you,” Gibbs shot back. “Besides, didn’t exactly hear you bitching about it. You told me to take my pants off!”
“After you crawled into bed with me!”
“Well, yeah, I was cold. What do you think I was gonna do?”
“Not… That!”
“Well, it’s not like I planned on it!” Gibbs retorted. “You’re the one that knew what he was doing!”
“So it’s my fault we had sex? Because let me tell you, Gibbs, I wasn‘t the only one without their pants on in my bed.” Irritated, Tony stood in front of Gibbs with his hands on his hips and head cocked. “Shit. We just had sex.” Plopping down next to the other man, he looked over at him in shock.
“Well, yeah, DiNozzo, I kinda figured that out.”
They both sat there in silence for a bit before Tony finally shrugged. “Well, seems kinda stupid for you to crash on the couch now.”
“You think?”
Tony pulled away like he was burned. “If you don’t want to, you could just say no. I‘m not a girl, Gibbs. It‘s not like it‘d hurt my feelings or something, it‘s just sex.”
Gibbs sighed and shook his head. “No, it’s not.”
“Well, what the hell is it then? Because I have no fucking clue, Gibbs. I really don’t.”
Looking a little lost, Gibbs shrugged forlornly and scrubbed a hand over his face. “I dunno. Can we just go to bed? I mean… We‘ll work things out in the morning, right? Might make more sense then.”
Taken aback by how deflated Gibbs look, Tony tossed the washcloth back into the bathroom and nodded. “Yeah. Sounds good. Coffee‘ll help, probably.”
One side of Gibbs’ mouth quirked up in a half smile as he crawled into bed. “Sounds like a plan.”
“And quit stealing my pillow, would you?” Tony shot back without heat. “Don’t need to get this shit started again.” Leaning over, he flicked the lights off, and both men settled in for the night. Gibbs tossed and turned for a bit, finally turning to face Tony’s back.
“Hey DiNozzo?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m getting you back in the morning.”
“M’kay.”
“And so you know?”
“Hmm?”
Scooting closer, Gibbs wrapped an arm around the other man’s waist. “We can do that again sometime.”
“M’kay.”
“Mean it.”
Tony groaned. “God, would you shut up already? Trying to sleep here. Thought you were supposed to be a functional mute or something.”
Chuffing out a laugh into the other man’s shoulder, Gibbs relaxed and slowly followed Tony into sleep.
And in the morning?
He pounced.
Story Notes:
Written for Day 18 over at Tibbs Yuletide on LJ!
This fic was written to the Rolling Stones, especially Paint it Black, Gimme Shelter, Sympathy for the Devil, and You Don't Always Get What You Want. I personally think that it really adds to the fic if you listen to them as you read, but that's just my opinion.
Author's Chapter Notes:
After a bit too much fun at one of Abby's holiday parties, Gibbs crashes on Tony's couch - or does he?
Chapter End Notes:
Written for Day 18 of Yuletide Tibbs over on LJ!