NCIS vignette
Okay :-)
I watched NCIS 7x01 yesterday (still confused and thinking)and NCIS:LA today and that idea just popped in my head, and I had to write it. Since I can write anything to death (;-p) I decided to go ahead and post it here unbetaed.
Just for fun.
Nothing overly explicit.
vignette
Tony wasn’t in the mood. Nothing worked for him. He felt sick and was bitching the whole flight to LA. Even Gibbs was out of his depth - he tried patented head slaps; hand, put discreetly on his tight; even slowly circled thumb at the back of Tony’s neck didn’t work.
Nothing worked.
DiNozzo just shrugged all of them off and holed in the back of the plane.
They reached Special Operations headquarters right after sunrise. There weren’t many people there - one operation has finished yesterday and all paperwork filed already. The next operation Gibbs and his team brought with them.
The light inside was brighter than outside, and they squinted at the silhouettes before them. Nobody had time to react before one of the silhouettes stepped forward and threw his hand around Tony.
Everything stilled.
Tony froze for a moment and then slowly, very carefully put his arms around the other man. They stood there for long silent seconds, just resting their foreheads against each other.
Everybody and everything held its breath.
And as slowly and carefully they touched their lips like people who were apart for too long and just rediscovered each other.
“You, dog…” Tony’s fond voice pierced the silence.
“You, tomcat…” Echoed G.
And they sealed their lips for real this time.
“Ugh!” Gibbs wasn’t really jealous or that was what he thought for himself. However, to watch his lover and his old … friend expressed their feelings that way was unnerving. “Ugh!”
They smiled rather sheepishly at him and shrugged.
“Phew, Gibbs... Don’t you think we all have our share of exes, though ours are usually nicer than yours…” Younger men smiled at him again, quite evil that time. “At least that time you can admit to having a good taste.”
“Not sure I can call you two good taste…” he mumbled under the breath. Meanwhile all the people around heaved a sigh of relief that all went more or less bloodless, and he had to go with the flow.
For the whole day afterwards they didn’t have a single second to talk. Gibbs caught their worried glances at him from time to time and scowled in response. What they didn’t know was that he really looked forward to the evening and even decided that the best way to have that conversation would be in bed. With both of them in it. Preferably naked. Maybe even chained to the headboard.
Gibbs sighed and had to adjust himself. The day dragged on for too long to his liking.
I watched NCIS 7x01 yesterday (still confused and thinking)and NCIS:LA today and that idea just popped in my head, and I had to write it. Since I can write anything to death (;-p) I decided to go ahead and post it here unbetaed.
Just for fun.
Nothing overly explicit.
vignette
Tony wasn’t in the mood. Nothing worked for him. He felt sick and was bitching the whole flight to LA. Even Gibbs was out of his depth - he tried patented head slaps; hand, put discreetly on his tight; even slowly circled thumb at the back of Tony’s neck didn’t work.
Nothing worked.
DiNozzo just shrugged all of them off and holed in the back of the plane.
They reached Special Operations headquarters right after sunrise. There weren’t many people there - one operation has finished yesterday and all paperwork filed already. The next operation Gibbs and his team brought with them.
The light inside was brighter than outside, and they squinted at the silhouettes before them. Nobody had time to react before one of the silhouettes stepped forward and threw his hand around Tony.
Everything stilled.
Tony froze for a moment and then slowly, very carefully put his arms around the other man. They stood there for long silent seconds, just resting their foreheads against each other.
Everybody and everything held its breath.
And as slowly and carefully they touched their lips like people who were apart for too long and just rediscovered each other.
“You, dog…” Tony’s fond voice pierced the silence.
“You, tomcat…” Echoed G.
And they sealed their lips for real this time.
“Ugh!” Gibbs wasn’t really jealous or that was what he thought for himself. However, to watch his lover and his old … friend expressed their feelings that way was unnerving. “Ugh!”
They smiled rather sheepishly at him and shrugged.
“Phew, Gibbs... Don’t you think we all have our share of exes, though ours are usually nicer than yours…” Younger men smiled at him again, quite evil that time. “At least that time you can admit to having a good taste.”
“Not sure I can call you two good taste…” he mumbled under the breath. Meanwhile all the people around heaved a sigh of relief that all went more or less bloodless, and he had to go with the flow.
For the whole day afterwards they didn’t have a single second to talk. Gibbs caught their worried glances at him from time to time and scowled in response. What they didn’t know was that he really looked forward to the evening and even decided that the best way to have that conversation would be in bed. With both of them in it. Preferably naked. Maybe even chained to the headboard.
Gibbs sighed and had to adjust himself. The day dragged on for too long to his liking.