Title: Under the tree 1/2
Author: Ceindreadh
Email: Ceindreadh@eircom.net
Genre (general, hetero or slash) Slash
Pairing/Characters: Tony/Gibbs
Rating: FRT 17/MA
Summary: Christmas eve night and all through the house etc.
Warnings: Rated for graphic MM sex (yeah, I'm in a smutty mood today)
Disclaimer. I don't own the NCIS characters, I'm only borrowing them, and I promise to return them in minty fresh condition when I'm finished.
Notes: Since the last date for posting by snail mail has passed, this is part of FatCat's Christmas present.
------------------------
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for Tony DiNozzo, who was rapidly discovering that tinsel was very very ticklish...especially on certain parts of his anatomy.
---------------------
A few hours earlier.
"Merry Christmas, Jethro," Tony had whispered in his lover's ear, following the words with a trail of kisses that started on Gibbs's forehead and covered every inch of his face before ending up on his lips. The lips parted to allow Tony's tongue to enter, seeking out the pleasures within.
Tony shifted position astride Gibbs, trying not to lose the lip to lip contact as he unbuttoned his own shirt and tossed it to one side. Gibbs was less suitably dressed however, and Tony had to pull away slightly so as to give enough room to pull Gibbs's sweater over his head.
The remaining few items of clothing between them were quickly shed, and Tony resumed his lip led journey around Gibbs's body, working his way down the finely toned chest until he reached his intended target...and then he moved on down Gibbs's legs, ignoring the erection that was just waiting to be touched.
"DiNozzo," growled Gibbs.
"Oops, did I miss a spot, Boss?" Tony grinned as lightly stroked the inside of Gibbs's thigh.
"Tony!" Gibbs's growl turned into a gasp as Tony's lips fastened themselves around his cock.
Tony flicked his tongue along the flesh imprisoned in his mouth and had to stop himself from grinning at the way Gibbs's hands tightened on the sheets beneath him. It always amused him that the mighty Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the fearsome N.C.I.S. agent could be reduced to a quivering mass by just a few kisses and caresses in all the right places. And Tony knew of all those places. He knew Gibbs's body almost as well as he knew his own. Gibbs was like a finely tuned instrument in the hands of a master musician, and Tony was well versed at bringing him to a crescendo.
Gibbs cried out Tony's name as he exploded into his mouth. But that was only the beginning. After a five-minute breather while Tony cleaned up, it was time for his magic hands to do their work again. This time it was Tony's well-lubed ass that was the recipient of Gibbs's cock. Gibbs lay back and held Tony's hands to give him balance, as the younger agent slowly lowered himself.
"Easy there," said Gibbs, as Tony positioned himself carefully.
"Trust me, Jethro, I know what I'm doing," Tony grinned cheekily, before sucking in his breath slightly as he lowered himself a bit further. He groaned in pleasure as he was filled completely.
"Tony?"
"I'm good, I'm good," gasped Tony, as he rocked slightly back and forth.
"You're more than good, you're fantastic."
"That...that too!" Tony's eyes were half closed, but he forced them opening, wanting to see Gibbs's pleasure as well as feel it. "Oh yeah baby, that's hitting the spot all right!"
Pinned beneath Tony, Gibbs was still able to thrust slightly. His breath started coming faster and faster.
"Oh yeah Gibbs, fuck me baby, fuck me hard." Tony rocked himself in time with Gibbs's thrusts. He let go of one of Gibbs's hands and started stroking himself. "Yeah, come on big boy, harder!"
Gibbs's free hand joined Tony's, alternately stroking and squeezing. Tony's voice gave out and all that could be heard were grunts and sighs of pleasure. He felt Gibbs come inside of him and a few seconds later he joined him in orgasm, falling limply across his lover, exhausted but happy.
----------------------
A quick clean with a damp washcloth, and Tony nestled into Gibbs's waiting arms. They spooned together; Gibbs's chin resting comfortably on Tony's shoulder, his arm snaking around Tony's waist. "G'night Jethro," said Tony, faking a loud yawn.
"Night," mumbled Gibbs, his yawn the real thing.
Tony glanced at the luminous dial of the clock on the bedside table. Perfect. Another hour or so and Gibbs would be sleeping soundly and he could get down to business.
---------------------------
Tony held his breath as he slowly maneuvered his way out of Gibbs's hold. He carefully slid a pillow into the gap left by his departure, watching in amusement as Gibbs sniffed it in his sleep, and then, obviously reassured by the scent, cuddled up with it.
"Maybe I should have gotten him a me shaped pillow," thought Tony with a grin as he pulled on a robe before quietly making his way downstairs.
He knew he shouldn't have left his present wrapping until the last minute, but it had taken him a lot longer to track down Gibbs's gift than he had anticipated. Then they'd been busy trying to clear up their case load before Christmas, and of course there'd been the N.C.I.S. office party, and what with one thing and another, now was the first chance Tony had had to wrap and label Gibbs's gift.
It had taken a lot of time and effort, but Tony had managed to acquire an antique set of woodworking tools. Not the type that would be used for making big stuff like the boat, but a little set, more designed for ornamental carving. It had been kept hidden in Tony's desk for a week before he'd snuck it into the house that evening in his backpack. Not that there had been any great need to hide it, Tony thought with amusement as he carefully started wrapping. Unlike him, Gibbs wasn't the type to go snooping in other people's belongings. Not unless they were a suspect. But still, half the fun of Christmas presents was making sure that other people didn't find out what they were getting until Christmas day.
Of course the other half of the fun thought Tony as he carefully placed the wrapped present in the pile, was trying to find out what *he* was getting before Christmas day. He looked at the clock. It was still early. He could have a quick look and be back upstairs before Gibbs woke up, no problem.
The only problem was, Tony didn't seem to be able to *find* the present. He knew that Gibbs had gotten him something, and he figured that Gibbs would have it all wrapped well in advance, but so far all his efforts at locating it had proved in vain. But a good hunt through all the cupboards and drawers and still there was no sign of anything bearing Tony's name.
Tony wasn't worried...well not really. "You know me too well, Boss," Tony grinned.
He was about to close the door on the broom cupboard when the half empty box of Christmas decorations caught his eye and an idea started forming in his mind. "I think Gibbs deserves an extra present this year...he's been a very good boy!"
--------------------------
to be continued
Author's Chapter Notes:
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for Tony.