Fic: Personal Space
Title: Personal Space
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Gibbs/Tony
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: "Are you physically incapable of saying no to me, DiNozzo?"
AN: Huge thank you to sarren for the beta
Gibbs is angry, this is obvious enough, what isn't quite so obvious to Tony is why.
One pointed gesture and the elevator comes to a standstill. A dim unmoving shadow of itself.
Tony doesn't say a word in the silence. He suspects it will either get him a slap or one of those looks, the 'you're missing the point here' ones.
"What exactly did you think you were doing?" Gibbs says tightly, all quiet anger and rebuke. "There was absolutely no reason to go in after him."
"I was doing my job," Tony's voice is level but Gibbs is making him sound like he's whining with just one look.
"No, you were being stupid."
"I did everything you asked me to do," Tony protests in one frustrated breath. "Everything you asked." His tone skips up and down in a way that he knows means he's not entirely sure where he went wrong.
"Did it ever occur to you that I didn't want you to do what I asked?"
"No." Tony blinks. "You were specific, usually when you want me to ignore what you've told me to do there's a tone. There was no tone."
Gibbs shifts where he stands, gives Tony a look which says 'you're an idiot!'
"Are you physically incapable of saying no to me, DiNozzo?"
Tony doesn't think that's fair; that's a leading question, or at least a question that's going to lead him into trouble.
No matter which way he answers it.
His mouth opens and shuts and even if he did twist his head sideways to look at Gibbs he knows, he absolutely knows that it isn't going to help.
"Don't even think about lying,"
Tony bites back what he was going to say.
"Yes," he says instead; he's not entirely serious but it falls out, one bite of amusement and ridiculousness.
Gibbs eyes him from across the elevator and just like that Tony wants to drag the word back.
"I didn't send you in there so you could treat him like me."
"I wasn't treating him like you, I was treating him with respect." That had come out completely wrong. "I didn't mean that I don't treat you with respect-"
"Stop talking."
Tony shuts up on a sigh of frustration.
"This thing you have for doing what you're told...is it going to be a problem?"
Tony can feel his teeth press together at the back, one quick movement that's holding tight to some sort of instant denial at the assumption. He tilts his head, just far enough to feel breath and curiosity.
"Eyes on the wall, DiNozzo."
He's back where he was, hissing at the rebuke because he knows when he's not supposed to do something, he knows and he does it anyway, and there's something tight in the bottom of his gut that says he's starting to like being chastised, and that bites a little too close to his inner child.
"I said, is it going to be a problem?" Gibbs asks again.
"No, no, it isn't going to be a problem." Tony shakes his head.
"Are you sure, because it seems to me you're making it a habit."
"Boss-"
"Quiet." It's a purr of sound up close and Tony shuts his mouth.
Gibbs turns all the way into him, takes a step, until Tony is forced to inhale and pull into the wall, fingers flattened against it.
"Are you going to stop me?"
"What-"
One more step and the elevator is suddenly a much smaller place. Tony's breath falls out in one long noise; he shakes his head, because there's no way words aren't going to come out mangled all to pieces.
"You should," Gibbs continues in that steady conversational voice. "You should stop me."
Something thumps against the wall of the elevator and it takes Tony a fractured second to realise it's the heel of his own shoe.
He can feel Gibb's breathing.
"It's insane to give someone this much control over you."
"You don't have-" Tony loses his breath when one hand slithers up into his hair, grasps and pulls. He makes another noise, something surprised.
One sharp movement to the side and Tony's staring him right in the face.
"Don't I?" Gibbs raises one curious eyebrow.
He shoves one of his feet between Tony's and leans in, other hand on the wall. He kills that gap between them in one movement, press of jacket and arms and chest until Tony inhales on reflex, inhales and then takes half his weight with a soft noise of surprise.
He's far, far too close, more than close enough to be threatening, and he is, he really is, but that's not all he is.
"Don't I?" Gibbs tips his head in that crowded space and for one bizarre second Tony is absolutely certain that he's going to kiss him.
Before he realises how stupendously fucked up that would be.
"Tell me to stop."
Tony shakes his head like he doesn't understand but he's lying, he's lying and he finds it strangely hilarious that he’s doing it so blatantly.
"I don't-" Tony seems to have lost the ability to finish his sentences.
One quirk of eyebrow and a sharp jerk of fabric that hurts somewhere and then-
The world becomes stupendously fucked up.
Tony knows he's supposed to pull away, that's what he's supposed to do now. But he doesn't; pressed in tight against the side of the elevator there's no space to pull away without actually putting his hands on Gibbs and pushing.
He wants to pretend that's the only reason but his subconscious knows him better.
It's everything it shouldn't be, has everything it shouldn't, including that sharp stab of excitement when you find yourself kissing someone you never expected to, never expected to but maybe wanted to, even if you didn't know it. And Tony doesn't quite know how to handle that because it's a surprise he wasn't prepared for, especially not today, maybe not ever.
He's still half-covered in the dirt he picked up on the warehouse floor, and that's both horribly relevant and utterly meaningless.
He's not the one who stops.
Though he is the one that's left breathing like he's sprinted half a mile, trying to find something to look at, trying to process, and that's such a simple word for what he's attempting to do that it's laughable.
Though he has to say something.
"What do you want?" Tony asks because he doesn't know, he honestly doesn't and this has slid somewhere he wasn't prepared for, somewhere he's still trying to make absolutely real, and now he can't drag his eyes away from the line of Gibbs mouth.
"Tell me no, tell me to get the hell off of you."
Which just adds to his confusion, and Tony is seconds away from saying something desperate and stupid about mixed signals when Gibbs shifts his thigh, up and in and right there and Tony's forced into an inhale which steals the words.
The hand by his head moves, it carefully and pointedly swings out of view while the one in his hair slides all the way down to the back of his neck and tightens. A second later there are fingers digging through the expensive material of his shirt, which becomes one slow movement that drags it out of his pants, trails cold air up the gap it leaves behind.
He won't, Tony knows he won't.
But he does, hand sliding round the bare edge of his waist, two shades cooler than Tony's skin and it presses in, presses him back against the metal wall, and Tony's taking more than half his weight now and he still doesn't know what the hell he's supposed to be doing.
He doesn't get a chance because Gibbs uses the hold to press in and up and this kiss isn't half as nice. Tony's never been on the end of something he has absolutely no control over before and he should hate it, god he should hate it.
He takes it until it hurts, and when Gibbs stops the second time Tony has nothing, absolutely nothing.
"Prove you can say no, Tony."
Tony wonders if Gibbs would really tear him to pieces if he doesn't.
He wonders if he'd care.
Though he knows he'd almost definitely fail...whatever the hell this is.
Gibbs stares at him for a long moment and though Tony fights to find something, anything in his face, he fails utterly.
The fingers on his waist pull again and this time he doesn't let them, he pushes his shoulders back against the wall.
"Stop," he manages, and it's impossibly hard to get past his teeth. It comes out hoarse and barely there. Nothing loud enough to take seriously.
There's the faintest shift, fingers still moving on his skin and he can hear Gibbs in his head telling him that he's going to have to do better than that.
"Stop," he says and this time it comes out loud enough to hear.
Gibbs raises an eyebrow like Tony has finally, finally done something right, then he lets him go and steps back.
Tony puts his hand flat on the wall and just breathes.
"Is that what you wanted?" he asks shakily, and he swallows back something that wants to be angry, because this is a really fucked up way to provoke a rebellion.
Gibbs does nothing but look at him for a long moment, and then he nods.
"Yeah, that's what I wanted."
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Gibbs/Tony
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: "Are you physically incapable of saying no to me, DiNozzo?"
AN: Huge thank you to sarren for the beta
Gibbs is angry, this is obvious enough, what isn't quite so obvious to Tony is why.
One pointed gesture and the elevator comes to a standstill. A dim unmoving shadow of itself.
Tony doesn't say a word in the silence. He suspects it will either get him a slap or one of those looks, the 'you're missing the point here' ones.
"What exactly did you think you were doing?" Gibbs says tightly, all quiet anger and rebuke. "There was absolutely no reason to go in after him."
"I was doing my job," Tony's voice is level but Gibbs is making him sound like he's whining with just one look.
"No, you were being stupid."
"I did everything you asked me to do," Tony protests in one frustrated breath. "Everything you asked." His tone skips up and down in a way that he knows means he's not entirely sure where he went wrong.
"Did it ever occur to you that I didn't want you to do what I asked?"
"No." Tony blinks. "You were specific, usually when you want me to ignore what you've told me to do there's a tone. There was no tone."
Gibbs shifts where he stands, gives Tony a look which says 'you're an idiot!'
"Are you physically incapable of saying no to me, DiNozzo?"
Tony doesn't think that's fair; that's a leading question, or at least a question that's going to lead him into trouble.
No matter which way he answers it.
His mouth opens and shuts and even if he did twist his head sideways to look at Gibbs he knows, he absolutely knows that it isn't going to help.
"Don't even think about lying,"
Tony bites back what he was going to say.
"Yes," he says instead; he's not entirely serious but it falls out, one bite of amusement and ridiculousness.
Gibbs eyes him from across the elevator and just like that Tony wants to drag the word back.
"I didn't send you in there so you could treat him like me."
"I wasn't treating him like you, I was treating him with respect." That had come out completely wrong. "I didn't mean that I don't treat you with respect-"
"Stop talking."
Tony shuts up on a sigh of frustration.
"This thing you have for doing what you're told...is it going to be a problem?"
Tony can feel his teeth press together at the back, one quick movement that's holding tight to some sort of instant denial at the assumption. He tilts his head, just far enough to feel breath and curiosity.
"Eyes on the wall, DiNozzo."
He's back where he was, hissing at the rebuke because he knows when he's not supposed to do something, he knows and he does it anyway, and there's something tight in the bottom of his gut that says he's starting to like being chastised, and that bites a little too close to his inner child.
"I said, is it going to be a problem?" Gibbs asks again.
"No, no, it isn't going to be a problem." Tony shakes his head.
"Are you sure, because it seems to me you're making it a habit."
"Boss-"
"Quiet." It's a purr of sound up close and Tony shuts his mouth.
Gibbs turns all the way into him, takes a step, until Tony is forced to inhale and pull into the wall, fingers flattened against it.
"Are you going to stop me?"
"What-"
One more step and the elevator is suddenly a much smaller place. Tony's breath falls out in one long noise; he shakes his head, because there's no way words aren't going to come out mangled all to pieces.
"You should," Gibbs continues in that steady conversational voice. "You should stop me."
Something thumps against the wall of the elevator and it takes Tony a fractured second to realise it's the heel of his own shoe.
He can feel Gibb's breathing.
"It's insane to give someone this much control over you."
"You don't have-" Tony loses his breath when one hand slithers up into his hair, grasps and pulls. He makes another noise, something surprised.
One sharp movement to the side and Tony's staring him right in the face.
"Don't I?" Gibbs raises one curious eyebrow.
He shoves one of his feet between Tony's and leans in, other hand on the wall. He kills that gap between them in one movement, press of jacket and arms and chest until Tony inhales on reflex, inhales and then takes half his weight with a soft noise of surprise.
He's far, far too close, more than close enough to be threatening, and he is, he really is, but that's not all he is.
"Don't I?" Gibbs tips his head in that crowded space and for one bizarre second Tony is absolutely certain that he's going to kiss him.
Before he realises how stupendously fucked up that would be.
"Tell me to stop."
Tony shakes his head like he doesn't understand but he's lying, he's lying and he finds it strangely hilarious that he’s doing it so blatantly.
"I don't-" Tony seems to have lost the ability to finish his sentences.
One quirk of eyebrow and a sharp jerk of fabric that hurts somewhere and then-
The world becomes stupendously fucked up.
Tony knows he's supposed to pull away, that's what he's supposed to do now. But he doesn't; pressed in tight against the side of the elevator there's no space to pull away without actually putting his hands on Gibbs and pushing.
He wants to pretend that's the only reason but his subconscious knows him better.
It's everything it shouldn't be, has everything it shouldn't, including that sharp stab of excitement when you find yourself kissing someone you never expected to, never expected to but maybe wanted to, even if you didn't know it. And Tony doesn't quite know how to handle that because it's a surprise he wasn't prepared for, especially not today, maybe not ever.
He's still half-covered in the dirt he picked up on the warehouse floor, and that's both horribly relevant and utterly meaningless.
He's not the one who stops.
Though he is the one that's left breathing like he's sprinted half a mile, trying to find something to look at, trying to process, and that's such a simple word for what he's attempting to do that it's laughable.
Though he has to say something.
"What do you want?" Tony asks because he doesn't know, he honestly doesn't and this has slid somewhere he wasn't prepared for, somewhere he's still trying to make absolutely real, and now he can't drag his eyes away from the line of Gibbs mouth.
"Tell me no, tell me to get the hell off of you."
Which just adds to his confusion, and Tony is seconds away from saying something desperate and stupid about mixed signals when Gibbs shifts his thigh, up and in and right there and Tony's forced into an inhale which steals the words.
The hand by his head moves, it carefully and pointedly swings out of view while the one in his hair slides all the way down to the back of his neck and tightens. A second later there are fingers digging through the expensive material of his shirt, which becomes one slow movement that drags it out of his pants, trails cold air up the gap it leaves behind.
He won't, Tony knows he won't.
But he does, hand sliding round the bare edge of his waist, two shades cooler than Tony's skin and it presses in, presses him back against the metal wall, and Tony's taking more than half his weight now and he still doesn't know what the hell he's supposed to be doing.
He doesn't get a chance because Gibbs uses the hold to press in and up and this kiss isn't half as nice. Tony's never been on the end of something he has absolutely no control over before and he should hate it, god he should hate it.
He takes it until it hurts, and when Gibbs stops the second time Tony has nothing, absolutely nothing.
"Prove you can say no, Tony."
Tony wonders if Gibbs would really tear him to pieces if he doesn't.
He wonders if he'd care.
Though he knows he'd almost definitely fail...whatever the hell this is.
Gibbs stares at him for a long moment and though Tony fights to find something, anything in his face, he fails utterly.
The fingers on his waist pull again and this time he doesn't let them, he pushes his shoulders back against the wall.
"Stop," he manages, and it's impossibly hard to get past his teeth. It comes out hoarse and barely there. Nothing loud enough to take seriously.
There's the faintest shift, fingers still moving on his skin and he can hear Gibbs in his head telling him that he's going to have to do better than that.
"Stop," he says and this time it comes out loud enough to hear.
Gibbs raises an eyebrow like Tony has finally, finally done something right, then he lets him go and steps back.
Tony puts his hand flat on the wall and just breathes.
"Is that what you wanted?" he asks shakily, and he swallows back something that wants to be angry, because this is a really fucked up way to provoke a rebellion.
Gibbs does nothing but look at him for a long moment, and then he nods.
"Yeah, that's what I wanted."