Title: I Am the Red in the Rose
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: DiNozzo/McGee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1155
Summary: Flowers are always a good thing.
Notes: Written for the
schmoop_bingo prompt: Flowers. Thanks to
hockeysaurus for the wonderful beta (especially since she doesn't read NCIS fic!). Title unabashedly stolen from the Owl City song "The Technicolor Phase"
Tim eyes the vase on his desk wearily, and Tony has to hide a smirk behind his sandwich. Ziva stalks across the bullpen and studies the bouquet, making completely un-Ziva like cooing noises over it. Tim leans in closer and inhales deeply, smiling when he sits back in his chair. Gibbs shoots him a look, and Tim blushes, his cheeks reddening in that way that drives Tony crazy.
"Who are they from?" Tony asks, even though he knows damn well who sent them. Best to keep up appearances and whatnot, though.
"The card is signed with only a heart," Ziva says quickly, blanching when Tim coughs and glares at her. "What? They were waiting here when we got back from lunch and it's my duty to, uh, assess every situation we come across."
"I'll be assessing the situation of your personal e-mails if you don't stop snooping," Tim tells her with a grin. She nods sharply and heads back to her desk. Gibbs looks mildly amused, but doesn't seem ready to harass them for goofing off yet.
"New special friend, McRomeo?" Tony quips, smiling widely when Tim turns to stare at him.
"Yes, actually," he says quietly. He's blushing again - something Tony will never get tired of - and looks so edible that Tony has a hard time staying in his chair. Though groping his boyfriend might be perfectly appropriate at home, he's pretty sure it's doesn't follow proper office etiquette. Well, not like he gives a damn about that, but Tim wants to keep things on the down-low...for now. Tony personally can't wait for the day when they can carpool to work and make googly eyes at each other without anyone questioning it.
"It's typically the man's role to send flowers, isn't it? Who's the lucky guy?" Tony asks, ignoring the terrified looks Tim sends him. He laughs loudly, drawing attention to himself. It works, and Ziva shakes her finger at him from behind her desk.
"I'll have you know I often send flowers and little gifts to my...lovers," she says, drawling out the last word. Tony winks at her, and she's about to respond when Gibbs snaps his fingers loudly.
"I know cold cases aren't as interesting as McGee's new girl, but can you at least pretend to be doing your jobs here?" Gibbs asks. Everyone mumbles an excuse and hurries back to their work, shuffling papers and typing frantically. A few minutes later, Tony's inbox flashes at him and he finds a new e-mail from Tim. Thank you<3. Tony grins and goes back to work, wanting to get finished as soon as possible so he can drag Tim home and let him thank him in person.
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Tony doesn't even get to toss his keys into the bowl on the table next to the door. He lets out a - very manly - shriek as he's slammed against the door, his keys dropping noisily to the hardwood floor beneath him. Tim shoves him backwards, hands and mouth and teeth all over him. He licks his way into Tony's mouth, mapping it with his tongue. Tony can only cling to him, moaning into the kiss as he lets his hands roam over Tim's hips. Tim breaks the kiss and pants into Tony's ear, running his tongue over the shell before speaking. "Thank you," he says, his voice breathy and broken.
"I am totally buying you flowers again," Tony tells him, laughing even as his lungs fight for air. This is ridiculous, because it's almost as if Tony's not used to this, not used to being kissed out of his mind by Tim everyday since they finally sorted out their issues and dove headfirst into whatever this is. But every time Tim touches him, it's like he's fifteen and locked in one of the studies with some of his first conquests. His whole body is on fire, and it's all he can do to cling to Tim and just let himself be devoured.
Tony tugs Tim's shirt out of his pants, bunching up the fabric in an effort to reach skin. He's rewarded with a gasp against his neck, and Tony smirks as he digs his fingers into the hot skin of Tim's hips. Tim moans and rocks his hips, nipping at Tony's neck. He shoves his hands between them and paws at Tony's belt, somehow managing to get it unbuckled. Tony tries to help him while undressing him at the same time. They end up laughing between frantic kisses, tugging and shoving clothing out of the way.
And then Tony's slammed back against the door, his eyes falling closed as Tim wraps a hand around him. "No, want you to look at me. Wanna see you," Tim pants out, grinning when Tony fights to open his eyes again. It's more than worth it, because Tim's all flushed and gorgeous right now. His lips are a deep pink, ruddy and swollen and just begging to be kissed again. Tony does so, one hand moving up to cradle the back of Tim's head as their mouths move against each other.
It's Tim who breaks the kiss, ignoring Tony's whimper as he just stares at him for a long second. His eyes are dark, pupils completely blown, and Tony can hardly handle it. He leans into Tim's touch, watches with lips parted and eyes wide when Tim spits into his own hand and lowers it between them. He takes both of their cocks in his hand, making Tony cry out and arch closer to him. He's rough - knows just how Tony loves it - and all Tony can do is try to stay upright as his world's falling apart. Tim strokes them and lowers his head, sucking on the hollow of Tony's throat. Tony wants to do something to help, but his fingers are tangled in Tim's shirt, and his mind isn't working right. Instead, he just rides it out, moving with Tim the best he can.
Tim bites down on Tony's shoulder and that's it. He comes shouting Tim's name as he coats his hand. His whole body is melting, and he goes boneless against Tim. Tim pumps a few more times before coming with a sharp grunt, his seed splashing between their bodies.
They stand there, panting harshly, bodies coming down from it all. If the door weren't behind him, Tony knows he'd fall. Tim's body is heavy against his, his hand still wrapped around their dicks. Tony runs his hand over Tim's hair, letting out a shaky breath before laughing again.
"Yeah...flowers at least once a week from here on out," he says. He can feel Tim's shoulders shake before he hears him, and just grins widely against the side of Tim's neck. It'll probably be another few minutes before either of them can do anything but lean there, but he can't think of anything he'd rather be doing.