NCIS. Tony DiNozzo/Tim McGee. 078. Where?
Title: Public
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Tim/Tony
Prompt: 78. Where?
Word Count: 441
Rating: PG13
Summary: "Tony, no one's going to believe we're having a Campfire in here."
Author's Notes: Trying a new style. Not sure about the voices. LDT.
Disclaimer: I don’t own NCIS, and don’t make any money from this. But if McGee, Tony or Gibbs want to haul me in for questioning, I wouldn’t mind.
Tim’s “Not here, Tony,” was decidedly less forceful than he had been hoping for.
Tony drew back, his eyes bright and mischievous. It was a look that sent chills down Tim’s spine in the dirtiest way possible. Except when they were at work. Then it mostly just made him nervous.
Tony grinned. “Here’s fine. Here’s perfect.” He licked at Tim’s bottom lip, mouthed his way along Tim’s jaw until he reached an ear, sucking on it. He returned to capture Tim’s mouth in a kiss that sent Tim’s mind spinning until -
Oh, right. Not here. And here was? Damn, where the hell were they? Tim squinted at his surroundings. He spied a mop. Were they in a supply closet? Did NCIS even have supply
closets?
Tony growled at Tim’s lack of focus. “C’mon, McGee, work with me here.”
Tony dove in again, the next kiss a rush of heat and tongue, a testament to self confidence and many, many years of practice, both on Tony’s part. Tim managed to get his hands on Tony, without any fondling whatsoever, and push him away by the shoulders.
Tony sighed and his red lips slid into a sideways smile. “You are no fun, you know? No fun at all. I can’t even drag you away from the bank records and phone logs for a quick conference...”
“Tony, no one’s going to believe we’re having a Campfire in here,” Tim interrupted.
Tony leaned forward against Tim, resting his chin on Tim’s shoulder, seeming suddenly drained. “I was watching you work out there,” he admitted after a moment. “We’ve been knee deep in dead petty officer for three days, and there you were, sucking on the end of your pen.” Tony paused, and leaned closer still to speak quietly into Tim’s ear. “And I just had to have you.”
Tim shivered. “Well, it’s good to know what turns you on.”
Tony kissed him again, but this time was softer, relaxed. Tim knew he didn’t have to worry about Tony reaching anywhere with his hands that might make Tim rethink his earlier decision. When Tony drew back he straightened Tim’s jacket, seemingly filled with life again.
“So that was a no to the quickie, right?”
Tim nodded firmly.
“Fine. But you owe me.”
“For not letting you break at least a dozen agency policies?”
“Exactly. Dinner should do it. And a movie if you really want to make me happy.”
“Anything else?” Tim asked, mock exasperated.
Tony opened the door and stepped out into the brightly lit hallway with a flourish. “McGee,” he scolded with a wink, “such dirty thoughts. And in a public place, no less!”
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Tim/Tony
Prompt: 78. Where?
Word Count: 441
Rating: PG13
Summary: "Tony, no one's going to believe we're having a Campfire in here."
Author's Notes: Trying a new style. Not sure about the voices. LDT.
Disclaimer: I don’t own NCIS, and don’t make any money from this. But if McGee, Tony or Gibbs want to haul me in for questioning, I wouldn’t mind.
Tim’s “Not here, Tony,” was decidedly less forceful than he had been hoping for.
Tony drew back, his eyes bright and mischievous. It was a look that sent chills down Tim’s spine in the dirtiest way possible. Except when they were at work. Then it mostly just made him nervous.
Tony grinned. “Here’s fine. Here’s perfect.” He licked at Tim’s bottom lip, mouthed his way along Tim’s jaw until he reached an ear, sucking on it. He returned to capture Tim’s mouth in a kiss that sent Tim’s mind spinning until -
Oh, right. Not here. And here was? Damn, where the hell were they? Tim squinted at his surroundings. He spied a mop. Were they in a supply closet? Did NCIS even have supply
closets?
Tony growled at Tim’s lack of focus. “C’mon, McGee, work with me here.”
Tony dove in again, the next kiss a rush of heat and tongue, a testament to self confidence and many, many years of practice, both on Tony’s part. Tim managed to get his hands on Tony, without any fondling whatsoever, and push him away by the shoulders.
Tony sighed and his red lips slid into a sideways smile. “You are no fun, you know? No fun at all. I can’t even drag you away from the bank records and phone logs for a quick conference...”
“Tony, no one’s going to believe we’re having a Campfire in here,” Tim interrupted.
Tony leaned forward against Tim, resting his chin on Tim’s shoulder, seeming suddenly drained. “I was watching you work out there,” he admitted after a moment. “We’ve been knee deep in dead petty officer for three days, and there you were, sucking on the end of your pen.” Tony paused, and leaned closer still to speak quietly into Tim’s ear. “And I just had to have you.”
Tim shivered. “Well, it’s good to know what turns you on.”
Tony kissed him again, but this time was softer, relaxed. Tim knew he didn’t have to worry about Tony reaching anywhere with his hands that might make Tim rethink his earlier decision. When Tony drew back he straightened Tim’s jacket, seemingly filled with life again.
“So that was a no to the quickie, right?”
Tim nodded firmly.
“Fine. But you owe me.”
“For not letting you break at least a dozen agency policies?”
“Exactly. Dinner should do it. And a movie if you really want to make me happy.”
“Anything else?” Tim asked, mock exasperated.
Tony opened the door and stepped out into the brightly lit hallway with a flourish. “McGee,” he scolded with a wink, “such dirty thoughts. And in a public place, no less!”