I Don't Want A Lot For Christmas
Title: “I don’t want a lot for Christmas”
A/N: This came out more sugary sweet than I had intended
Written for Tibbs_Yuletide Advent Calendar
Warnings: Non-graphic sex mentioned, some swearing
Spoilers: None
Characters/Pairing: Gibbs/Tony (duh)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: It’s a fluffy little one-shot
Word Count: 2,018
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Never was. Never will be :/
Summary: Gibbs and Tony on a winter morning.
“I Don’t Want A Lot For Christmas”
Ice-blue eyes opened and quickly assessed the room around him. The fireplace still had a few smoldering logs and the huge glass windows’ shades were open to let in the crisp, white, winter early-morning light. A shiver passed through Gibbs’ naked body and he realized the reason why he woke up was because his lover had stolen all of the covers. Again.
He glances over to where Tony is sleeping, the covers cocooning his body in warmth. He can’t help smiling when that funny little feeling bubbles up inside of him while he watches Tony sleeping. Or watching Tony smiling. Or watching Tony reading. Or watching Tony do anything at all.
If you had asked him a year ago that he would be in a working relationship with his second-in-command, he would have laughed in your face and told you that it was a nice fantasy, but it would never work out in real life. Imagine his surprise when about a year ago, at a work Christmas party, his senior field agent kissed him full out on the lips under the mistletoe. His only explanation was “Sorry, Boss. It was mistletoe. It had to be done.”
After Gibbs had gotten that first taste of DiNozzo, he wanted more. Two days after the “mistletoe incident”, he had showed up at Tony’s apartment with Tony’s favorite pizza and beer. Before Tony could get over his surprise, Gibbs had pressed him into the wall opposite the door and kissed him passionately. It had quickly escalated from there, and they had ended up in Tony’s bed, shouting out each other’s names in completion, when they had fallen asleep wrapped up around each other. They had the cold pizza for breakfast the next morning.
Gibbs glanced over at the sleeping form of his lover. Tony really was beautiful. He’ll admit, that sounded pretty lame, even if it was true.
He was really lucky to have Tony. Tony was good-looking, scratch that, great-looking, smart, funny as hell, and could charm anyone he met, male or female. Gibbs knew most of the women, and some of the men, who worked at NCIS, wanted Tony. For Christ’s sake, the suspects, male or female, flirted with Tony.
Gibbs suppressed the twinge of jealousy that ran through him. It was hard for him to accept that Tony would, in fact, flirt with anything that moved. Tony loved the attention. And Gibbs couldn’t quite shake the feeling that Tony was fully his. No one was allowed to touch his agent but him.
Tony shifted on the bed, snapping Gibbs out of his thoughts. Gibbs spared him a glance, then slowly got out of the bed. The cold, stale air made goosebumps pop up on his skin. He searched for a minute for boxers, before slipping a pair of dark blue ones on.
He could hear the faint sound of Christmas music playing on the radio in the other room, still on from last night. It was playing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” Gibbs snorted softly to himself. Christmas was still two and a half weeks away.
Gibbs walked out of his bedroom and into the hallway. It smelled like winter. It had the combined scents of clean snow, fireplace, sawdust, cold wind, cinnamon, and pine. Tony had insisted that they got a tree, a real tree, before “all the good ones were gone and we have to take home a giant one like in Christmas Vacation.” They had spent that night decorating it, with old ornaments, and then they had watched, or rather Tony had watched “It’s a Wonderful Life” in Gibbs’ basement while Gibbs worked on his boat.
Gibbs walked into his kitchen and started to make a pot of coffee. While it started to drip, drop by agonizingly slow drop, he spotted a packet of hot chocolate. He stared at it debating whether to make what Tony called a “Chocoffee” or not. It was something Tony made once in a while that was half coffee, half hot chocolate.
He had looked at Tony in disgust the first time he made it. When Tony asked him if he wanted to try some, he had snorted and walked out of the room. Why waste good coffee? But after a few times of Tony making it (and purring in pleasure after taking the first sip) Gibbs had to admit that he was curious. Tony had offered some to him again and this time he accepted. It was good, a little sweet for him, but the combined flavors of coffee and chocolate were great. He would prefer a one to four ratio of chocolate to coffee. He would never admit it, but Gibbs liked the drink around Christmas-time. It reminded him of the days when he would go sledding all day, then return home to a big mug of hot chocolate.
Gibbs gave in a grabbed the little packet. He ripped it open and poured it in his oversized mug. He poured a cup of steaming hot coffee almost up to the top and stirred it. His one requirement was that it had to be hot coffee. He couldn’t even stand warm. It had to be hot.
He sipped it. He had made it just right not too sweet, the chocolate wasn’t overbearing, and it was hot. It was perfect.
He began to make his way to the bedroom and he heard the radio again. This time it was playing “Walking in a Winter Wonderland” He decided to keep it on. He didn’t mind Christmas music as long as it wasn’t that grandma getting run over or wanting two teeth for Christmas crap the radio stations always seemed to play.
When he entered the bedroom, his breath got stuck in his throat a little. Sprawled out on the bed was Tony, completely naked, asleep on his stomach, the covers only covering Tony’s ass. Tony muscular back was on display and Gibbs couldn’t stop staring at it. Tony’s golden tan skin contrasted with the deep red bedding. It was beautiful.
“Boss, I can hear you staring. I’m trying to sleep here.” A sleepy, muffled voice snapped Gibbs out of his thoughts.
Gibbs snorted softly and shook his head at Tony. He walked to one of the big windows. He watched the snow fall and dance in swirls of white. The white contrasted with the deep green of the trees behind the house. It was hypnotic. He just stood there staring, letting himself be mesmerized by the sight. He drank his coffee that was cooling rapidly because of his close proximity to the cool window. He heard Tony rustle on the bed and it stole his attention for a moment but he didn’t turn. He could hear the radio in the other room playing “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”
Tony came up behind Gibbs with a red sheet wrapped around his body, almost like a toga. He put his arms around Gibbs and pulled Gibbs back against his chest. Gibbs relaxed against his lover and sipped his now just warm coffee. Tony placed butterfly kisses on Gibbs’ shoulders. He heard Gibbs let out a breath and shift against him.
They stayed like that for a while, Tony kissing Gibbs’ shoulders and neck and Gibbs was content on letting him. As Tony was kissing his left shoulder asked Gibbs, “So what do you want for Christmas Boss?”
Gibbs felt the answer on the tip of his tongue and resisted from answering. He couldn’t tell Tony some cheesy line like “you”, it was Tony for fucks sake, not some woman he wanted to romance. Tony would probably laugh at him, no matter how true it was.
He stayed silent.
“C’mon Boss,” Tony pleaded, “You know what I want!”
“Yeah, that movie you won’t shut up about.” Gibbs said.
In all reality, Gibbs had already gotten Tony the movie(s) he wanted and he set up an entertainment system, just for Tony, in his living room. He was a sucker for those lips that pouted whenever Tony couldn’t watch his TV station.
Tony laughed into Gibbs’ skin. “Yeah that one Boss.”
Tony probably didn’t think Gibbs knew exactly what five movies Tony thought he was in desperate need of.
“So, my point is you know what I want, but I have no clue what you want!” Tony said, removing his mouth from Gibbs’ skin, sounding frustrated.
Gibbs smiled a little, knowing it was torturing Tony. He turned in Tony’s arms, so they were standing face to face.
Tony didn’t seem to notice this change of position.
“So, Boss, are you gonna tell me what you want for-“ Tony was cut off by a pair of lips crushing his.
They kissed, long and sweet, before breaking apart.
Tony licked his lips in appreciation.
“Mmmm” Tony groaned.
“You had a “Chocoffee” didn’t you Boss?” He asked teasingly. Gibbs glared at him in return.
“Any of it left?” Tony asked, still grinning.
With a sigh, Gibbs handed over the now lukewarm coffee. Tony gratefully took a sip and made that little purring noise of contentment.
Gibbs shifted until he was behind Tony, holding him in his strong, warm arms. Tony settled back against Gibbs’ chest and continued to sip the coffee as they both looked out the window. They remained like that for what seemed like forever. The only things that existed were the two of them wrapped around each other and the snow dancing.
Gibbs arms came up and his palms, calloused from the years spent in his basement, slowly started massaging Tony’s shoulders. Tony let out a low groan and leaned into the warm hands. Gibbs worked his hands from Tony’s shoulder blades to his neck. He began to lay kisses to the juncture where Tony’s collarbone met his neck.
One of Tony hands came up behind him and grasped Gibbs’ head, lightly urging him to continue. Gibbs happily complied, making his kisses a little harder and rougher. Tony arched and his head fell back to offer more access to his neck. Gibbs continued raining kisses down Tony’s neck, sometimes making detours and kissing Tony’s face, but never touching his lips.
Tony whimpered. He turned his head and looked at Gibbs with glazed eyes. His hand pulled Gibbs mouth to his and they kissed, hard, over Tony’s shoulder. Gibbs began to pull away and Tony twisted in his grip until they were face to face.
Tony grabbed at Gibbs’ hand and began to walk backwards to the bed. Gibbs allowed himself to be pulled to the bed as he intertwined their fingers. Tony stopped at the edge of the bed and flashed a little smile at their hands.
One thing Tony loved was holding hands with Gibbs. They couldn’t at work or in public. Gibbs didn’t ever want to in private. Who would? Holding hands was something you did while you’re walking in public or something with your boyfriend. If you’re the only two people there, why hold hands? But still, it was something Tony liked, so every once in a while Gibbs would randomly hold his hand.
Gibbs kissed Tony while effectively pushing him down into the bed. Tony smiled into the kiss and it became more and more heated. All of the sudden, Gibbs broke the kiss and sat up slightly. Tony looked back at him, confused, panting lightly.
Gibbs leaned down next to Tony’s ear and kissed the spot below his ear that drove Tony crazy. Tony whimpered and arched into Gibbs’ chest. Gibbs bit Tony’s ear lightly.
Gibbs whispered, singing along to the song playing on the radio,
“All I want for Christmas…is You.”
Tony’s eyes went wide. Gibbs felt rather than heard Tony’s quick intake of breath.
Gibbs leaned back to see a shocked, but a half-smiling Tony.
“Boss-“ Tony began, before Gibbs leaned down and took his lips in a passionate kiss.
They both got lost in the sensations of hot, wet heat, the taste of each other’s skin, and the noises both made as they drove each other closer and closer to completion.
The snow continued to fall outside the window as the lovers cuddled in the red sheets, content.
The End
I hope you all enjoyed it on this wonderful December 11, 2010 ;)
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