NCIS: Faux-Pas - Chapter 8
Title: Faux-Pas
Summary: McGee discovers Tony’s Mother of All Secrets and decides to make the most of it, with disastrous consequences (slash/McNozzo).
Categories: NCIS
Rating: M
Characters: Tony DiNozzo, Tim McGee, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Abby Sciuto, Ziva David, Dr Donald Mallard, Jimmy Palmer, OC.
Pairing: Tony/Tim.
Genres: Alternate universe/slash/hurt and comfort/romance.
Warnings: Swearing, violence, homophobia, hate crime, explicit sex.
Spoilers: Episode 2x23 Twilight, episode 3x10 Probie.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s note: A huge thank you to ThePeachyMonkey who co-authors this fic with me. In spite of all the obstacles, you never let me down and I can never be grateful enough for that *hugs*.
And also, thank you to rose_malmaison for creating the art for this fic.
Thank you to our beloved readers for reviewing this fic or adding it to their favorites list and story alerts.
As always, thank you to
jesco0307 for your constant support.
Chapter 8
Tim just stared at Abby, stunned, disbelieving what he'd just heard. He opened and closed his mouth several times before finally finding his voice again.
“Okay. Stop messing with me. That's not funny. I know I deserve it, but this has to be the sickest joke you have ever come up with.” Tim stared at Abby as if she were nuts to even suggest such a thing. “Come on! Tony, in love with me. That's... that's ... Ridiculous!”
“It's not, Tim. Honest to God! Tony really loves you!” Abby insisted.
“Right,” Tim snorted sarcastically. “How would you know that anyway?”
“Because he told me,” Abby said quietly. “Not long after you joined the team permanently.”
“That doesn't mean anything. You know how Tony is. He was just messing with you,” Tim insisted stubbornly, unable to wrap his mind around the idea of Tony being in love with him.
“Oh, Tim..."” Abby sighed with dismay.
“I have to go,” Tim cut her off. “Gibbs is waiting for me, and if I don't get back to the bullpen soon, he'll bite my head off for real.”
With that, he hurried out of Abby's lab before she had a chance to say anything more.
Abby heaved a sigh and shook her head before resuming her work.
NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS
Back in the bullpen, Tim handed Abby's negative results to Gibbs and tried to resume his work. But he couldn't concentrate on the paperwork, which was piling up on his desk. Not after what Abby had just told him. Though Abby had no reason to lie, Tim found it hard to believe that Tony could be in love with him. Yes, Tony was gay. But that didn't mean he would be attracted to just any man who might be available. Surely, he had standards.
Tony was a stud. A playboy. How could he ever be remotely attracted to a man as ordinary and as Tim? He had nothing in common with the guys Tony was dancing with the other night.
And yet, Tim remembered the way Tony supported him after he accidentally shot the undercover cop. And how he spontaneously offered to accompany him to autopsy so he could say his goodbye to Kate.
If he was honest with himself, Tony had never been as bad as Tim liked to pretend. The teasing and pranks were annoying but not mean or deliberately hurtful. And if it hadn't been for Tony pushing his limits and forcing him to fight back, Tim would certainly still be a terrified newbie, puking at the mere sight of a corpse and stammering every time Gibbs asked him something.
Guilt made Tim's gut churn as he recalled the time he told to Tony that he didn't think he deserved his own team after Gibbs returned from Mexico. Not to mention the way they all acted when he was team leader. Knowing that Tony might have had hidden feelings for him all that time made the guilt even worse. Suddenly, Tim felt like he might vomit. No wonder Tony had kept his distance, after the way Tim had treated him.
Tim's face turned green, and he was about to excuse himself to go to the men's room. But then Gibbs finally allowed them to go back home, and he almost ran out of the building.
NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS
Once at home, Tim tried to calm down. But it was to no avail. His thoughts kept whirling mercilessly in his head. He wondered how to, at the very least, fix his friendship with Tony. He didn't have a clue how Tony felt about him now. Did he hate him? Was there a chance that he might forgive him? And if he did, would he still have feelings for him? If so, how was Tim supposed to respond to them?
If, by some miracle, Gibbs didn't throw him off the team first, they would have to work together. How would Tim be able to act normally around Tony, now that he was aware of his feelings, but couldn't reciprocate them? Because he couldn't, could he?
In spite of Tony's frequent remarks about his supposed repressed homosexuality, Tim had never even once considered the possibility of a relationship with another man. He'd never even been attracted to a man.
Sure, Tim was able to acknowledge a handsome man when he saw one, and there was no denying that Tony was really handsome, not to mention smarter than Tim would have been willing to admit. He also had an undeniable charisma. But he was a man. An impressive specimen, certainly. But a man nonetheless.
"Snap out of it, Tim! You sound like an enamored schoolgirl!" Tim mentally scolded himself, before deciding to go to bed.
Perhaps a good night's sleep would give him the clarity he so needed.
NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS
From his place on the balcony, Tim looked down through the mass of people in the club. His eyes focused on Tony as the older man danced lasciviously, his body following the music, whilst another man wrapped his arms around him from behind, his hands caressing Tony's torso. A third man stepped in front of Tony, kissing him hard on the lips.
The scene played out very much as it had the first time Tim had been there, when he'd discovered Tony's secret. But this time, instead of feeling surprise or confusion, he was overcome with envy and anger.
Those men were touching something that wasn't theirs. They shouldn't be allowed to touch Tony. They had no right to. Tim should be the only one whose hands are allowed to touch Tony's skin; to make him moan and shiver. His mouth should be the one on Tony's. Not theirs. Because Tony loves him, not those guys.
Coming down from the balcony, Tim made his way through the crowded dance floor, reaching the three men. He unceremoniously grabbed the man kissing Tony by the collar and shoved him away before motioning for the other guy to clear off as well. His expression was so determined that neither of the men even considered antagonizing him.
Tony looked at him with searching eyes, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because you're mine.” Tim replied matter of factly.
Then he seized Tony's lips in a searing kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around him. His hands roamed possessively on Tony's back, finding their way under the hem of his shirt.
They kissed languorously for a moment, Tim reveling in the sensation of Tony's warm skin under his hands. Then he felt Tony's hand on his waist, so close to his crotch. He was aching for the other man to touch him.
“Touch me,” he whispers under Tony's lips.
Tony gave him an amused look through his half closed eyelids.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes,” Tim breathed out. “Please touch me.”
Tim awoke with a gasp to find himself sweating and panting in his bed with a raging hard-on. Still half dreaming, he couldn't help wrapping his hand around his shaft and stroking it whilst imagining Tony's hand on him.
Finally, he came, screaming Tony's name, then fell back, out of breath, against the pillows, even more confused than before.
If the night had provided its share of answers, they were definitely not the ones he expected.
To be continued
Summary: McGee discovers Tony’s Mother of All Secrets and decides to make the most of it, with disastrous consequences (slash/McNozzo).
Categories: NCIS
Rating: M
Characters: Tony DiNozzo, Tim McGee, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Abby Sciuto, Ziva David, Dr Donald Mallard, Jimmy Palmer, OC.
Pairing: Tony/Tim.
Genres: Alternate universe/slash/hurt and comfort/romance.
Warnings: Swearing, violence, homophobia, hate crime, explicit sex.
Spoilers: Episode 2x23 Twilight, episode 3x10 Probie.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s note: A huge thank you to ThePeachyMonkey who co-authors this fic with me. In spite of all the obstacles, you never let me down and I can never be grateful enough for that *hugs*.
And also, thank you to rose_malmaison for creating the art for this fic.
Thank you to our beloved readers for reviewing this fic or adding it to their favorites list and story alerts.
As always, thank you to
jesco0307 for your constant support.
Chapter 8
Tim just stared at Abby, stunned, disbelieving what he'd just heard. He opened and closed his mouth several times before finally finding his voice again.
“Okay. Stop messing with me. That's not funny. I know I deserve it, but this has to be the sickest joke you have ever come up with.” Tim stared at Abby as if she were nuts to even suggest such a thing. “Come on! Tony, in love with me. That's... that's ... Ridiculous!”
“It's not, Tim. Honest to God! Tony really loves you!” Abby insisted.
“Right,” Tim snorted sarcastically. “How would you know that anyway?”
“Because he told me,” Abby said quietly. “Not long after you joined the team permanently.”
“That doesn't mean anything. You know how Tony is. He was just messing with you,” Tim insisted stubbornly, unable to wrap his mind around the idea of Tony being in love with him.
“Oh, Tim..."” Abby sighed with dismay.
“I have to go,” Tim cut her off. “Gibbs is waiting for me, and if I don't get back to the bullpen soon, he'll bite my head off for real.”
With that, he hurried out of Abby's lab before she had a chance to say anything more.
Abby heaved a sigh and shook her head before resuming her work.
NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS
Back in the bullpen, Tim handed Abby's negative results to Gibbs and tried to resume his work. But he couldn't concentrate on the paperwork, which was piling up on his desk. Not after what Abby had just told him. Though Abby had no reason to lie, Tim found it hard to believe that Tony could be in love with him. Yes, Tony was gay. But that didn't mean he would be attracted to just any man who might be available. Surely, he had standards.
Tony was a stud. A playboy. How could he ever be remotely attracted to a man as ordinary and as Tim? He had nothing in common with the guys Tony was dancing with the other night.
And yet, Tim remembered the way Tony supported him after he accidentally shot the undercover cop. And how he spontaneously offered to accompany him to autopsy so he could say his goodbye to Kate.
If he was honest with himself, Tony had never been as bad as Tim liked to pretend. The teasing and pranks were annoying but not mean or deliberately hurtful. And if it hadn't been for Tony pushing his limits and forcing him to fight back, Tim would certainly still be a terrified newbie, puking at the mere sight of a corpse and stammering every time Gibbs asked him something.
Guilt made Tim's gut churn as he recalled the time he told to Tony that he didn't think he deserved his own team after Gibbs returned from Mexico. Not to mention the way they all acted when he was team leader. Knowing that Tony might have had hidden feelings for him all that time made the guilt even worse. Suddenly, Tim felt like he might vomit. No wonder Tony had kept his distance, after the way Tim had treated him.
Tim's face turned green, and he was about to excuse himself to go to the men's room. But then Gibbs finally allowed them to go back home, and he almost ran out of the building.
NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS
Once at home, Tim tried to calm down. But it was to no avail. His thoughts kept whirling mercilessly in his head. He wondered how to, at the very least, fix his friendship with Tony. He didn't have a clue how Tony felt about him now. Did he hate him? Was there a chance that he might forgive him? And if he did, would he still have feelings for him? If so, how was Tim supposed to respond to them?
If, by some miracle, Gibbs didn't throw him off the team first, they would have to work together. How would Tim be able to act normally around Tony, now that he was aware of his feelings, but couldn't reciprocate them? Because he couldn't, could he?
In spite of Tony's frequent remarks about his supposed repressed homosexuality, Tim had never even once considered the possibility of a relationship with another man. He'd never even been attracted to a man.
Sure, Tim was able to acknowledge a handsome man when he saw one, and there was no denying that Tony was really handsome, not to mention smarter than Tim would have been willing to admit. He also had an undeniable charisma. But he was a man. An impressive specimen, certainly. But a man nonetheless.
"Snap out of it, Tim! You sound like an enamored schoolgirl!" Tim mentally scolded himself, before deciding to go to bed.
Perhaps a good night's sleep would give him the clarity he so needed.
NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS
From his place on the balcony, Tim looked down through the mass of people in the club. His eyes focused on Tony as the older man danced lasciviously, his body following the music, whilst another man wrapped his arms around him from behind, his hands caressing Tony's torso. A third man stepped in front of Tony, kissing him hard on the lips.
The scene played out very much as it had the first time Tim had been there, when he'd discovered Tony's secret. But this time, instead of feeling surprise or confusion, he was overcome with envy and anger.
Those men were touching something that wasn't theirs. They shouldn't be allowed to touch Tony. They had no right to. Tim should be the only one whose hands are allowed to touch Tony's skin; to make him moan and shiver. His mouth should be the one on Tony's. Not theirs. Because Tony loves him, not those guys.
Coming down from the balcony, Tim made his way through the crowded dance floor, reaching the three men. He unceremoniously grabbed the man kissing Tony by the collar and shoved him away before motioning for the other guy to clear off as well. His expression was so determined that neither of the men even considered antagonizing him.
Tony looked at him with searching eyes, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because you're mine.” Tim replied matter of factly.
Then he seized Tony's lips in a searing kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around him. His hands roamed possessively on Tony's back, finding their way under the hem of his shirt.
They kissed languorously for a moment, Tim reveling in the sensation of Tony's warm skin under his hands. Then he felt Tony's hand on his waist, so close to his crotch. He was aching for the other man to touch him.
“Touch me,” he whispers under Tony's lips.
Tony gave him an amused look through his half closed eyelids.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes,” Tim breathed out. “Please touch me.”
Tim awoke with a gasp to find himself sweating and panting in his bed with a raging hard-on. Still half dreaming, he couldn't help wrapping his hand around his shaft and stroking it whilst imagining Tony's hand on him.
Finally, he came, screaming Tony's name, then fell back, out of breath, against the pillows, even more confused than before.
If the night had provided its share of answers, they were definitely not the ones he expected.
To be continued