Fic: Home is Where the Heart Is - NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, PG-13
Title: Home is Where the ♥ Is
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Anthony DiNozzo
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For the 'Go' prompt at slashthedrabble
Tony doesn’t always go home right away, after.
He lingers in his car, outside and just down the road from Jethro’s; sometimes he fiddles with the radio a little bit, as an excuse. Sometimes he just sits and watches Gibbs’ front walk.
He thinks about the night they’ve just had, pressing against bruises and love bites through he fabric of his shirt or the denim of his jeans, remembering. Maybe it’s because he wants to replay those moments fast - can’t wait til he’s home to hit rewind; his empty apartment isn’t a fit stage for the memory of Jethro’s slow smile, his dark eyes.
Maybe it’s because of something else.
He thinks about Jethro’s unlocked door. Even on the worst days, Tony plays by Gibbs’ rules - he checks his worries on the front step, but they’re always waiting for him when he leaves.
Sometimes Tony drives over to Jethro’s neighborhood and sits on nights that they haven’t been together. It’s stalkerish and weird and he’ll never, never admit to it, but it calms the butterflies in his stomach. Eases the twist in his chest.
The night Jethro walks out and raps on his windshield, Tony thinks he’s finally done it. Let his fear get the best of him and freaked Gibbs out, but-
Tony rolls down his window, hand shaking. There’s a grin on his face, an explanation on his tongue (surely, he can think of at least one) and his heart rabbits in his chest.
But when Gibbs opens his mouth to speak, his ‘Go home, DiNozzo,’ sounds oddly like, “You know, my bed’s got enough room for sleeping, too.”
And Jethro is smiling at him.
Tony tries to play it cool, but he has a feeling - judging from the hand brushing his hair out of his eyes, Jethro’s soft look - that he’s failed. “Oh. Okay, I-”
“Go home, Tony.”
Tony freezes… Only Gibbs is pointing to the house.
For a minute, Tony tells himself he must misunderstand. Then he gets his butt in gear and slides out of the mustang.
“Yes, b-”
Gibb’s lips are quick to cover his own and don’t relent until Tony is grinning into their kiss.
“Sure thing, babe.”
Jethro smiles. “That’s better.”
Tony is asleep pretty much as soon as his head hits a pillow. Gibbs watches him a while.
Then he walks around and locks all the doors.
[ end. ]
Author: nevcolleil
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Anthony DiNozzo
Rating: PG-13
Notes: For the 'Go' prompt at slashthedrabble
Tony doesn’t always go home right away, after.
He lingers in his car, outside and just down the road from Jethro’s; sometimes he fiddles with the radio a little bit, as an excuse. Sometimes he just sits and watches Gibbs’ front walk.
He thinks about the night they’ve just had, pressing against bruises and love bites through he fabric of his shirt or the denim of his jeans, remembering. Maybe it’s because he wants to replay those moments fast - can’t wait til he’s home to hit rewind; his empty apartment isn’t a fit stage for the memory of Jethro’s slow smile, his dark eyes.
Maybe it’s because of something else.
He thinks about Jethro’s unlocked door. Even on the worst days, Tony plays by Gibbs’ rules - he checks his worries on the front step, but they’re always waiting for him when he leaves.
Sometimes Tony drives over to Jethro’s neighborhood and sits on nights that they haven’t been together. It’s stalkerish and weird and he’ll never, never admit to it, but it calms the butterflies in his stomach. Eases the twist in his chest.
The night Jethro walks out and raps on his windshield, Tony thinks he’s finally done it. Let his fear get the best of him and freaked Gibbs out, but-
Tony rolls down his window, hand shaking. There’s a grin on his face, an explanation on his tongue (surely, he can think of at least one) and his heart rabbits in his chest.
But when Gibbs opens his mouth to speak, his ‘Go home, DiNozzo,’ sounds oddly like, “You know, my bed’s got enough room for sleeping, too.”
And Jethro is smiling at him.
Tony tries to play it cool, but he has a feeling - judging from the hand brushing his hair out of his eyes, Jethro’s soft look - that he’s failed. “Oh. Okay, I-”
“Go home, Tony.”
Tony freezes… Only Gibbs is pointing to the house.
For a minute, Tony tells himself he must misunderstand. Then he gets his butt in gear and slides out of the mustang.
“Yes, b-”
Gibb’s lips are quick to cover his own and don’t relent until Tony is grinning into their kiss.
“Sure thing, babe.”
Jethro smiles. “That’s better.”
Tony is asleep pretty much as soon as his head hits a pillow. Gibbs watches him a while.
Then he walks around and locks all the doors.
[ end. ]