Fic: More His Speed (CSI:Miami/NCIS x-over) - DiNozzo/Speedle - NC-17 - Chapter 29/37
Title: More His Speed - Chapter 29
Word Count: ~1,965
Pairing: Tony DiNozzo/Tim Speedle (NCIS/CSI: Miami crossover)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and/or Spoilers: Hot boy sex isn't really a "warning", but eh.. *shrug*
Author's Notes: This all started with me talking to heartspeedand trying to figure out how to crossover Miami and NCIS... and it all just exploded like WOAH. The fic follows Tony and Speed through their relationship.
Summary: Speed begins to remember more about his relationship with Tony.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. *pout* They belong to CBS.
Chapter 29
The week after Speed was released from the hospital; he sat in his favorite easy chair and gazed at the walls surrounding him. He’d sat in this chair so many times before, but today it was different. The surroundings that he was once used to suddenly seemed foreign to him. He took a deep breath and felt his ribs protest the movement.
“Hey.” Tony smiled as he walked down the hall, adjusting his tie. His face fell when he saw Speed sitting stiffly in the overstuffed chair. “You okay?”
“Yeah, m’fine.” Speed looked up at Tony. “Still kind of sore.”
Tony sat on the arm of the chair. “Is it worse today?” He asked, playing with Speed’s hair a little.
Speed tilted his head back to look at Tony. “Just a bit more than a dull ache.” Tony frowned. “Nothing some Tylenol can’t handle.”
“You gonna be okay?” Tony slid his hand down to Speed’s back.
Speed gave Tony a look. “I’ll be fine.”
“I can call in a personal day. I have some built up.”
Speed shook his head gingerly. “Tony. Go to work. Please.” Tony raised a dubious eyebrow. “I’ll feel better knowing that one of us is out being productive.”
“Okay. If you’re sure.” Tony stood and grabbed his keys. “You’ll call if you need me?”
“Promise.”
Tony opened the door. “Alright. I’ll see you after work, Speedy.” He slipped out and closed the door behind him. Speed watched him go before letting out a controlled sigh. He continued his mission of relearning the objects in the living room. His eyes fell upon an antique book that her recognized on the bookshelf.
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Speed wandered around the little bookshop in Italy, eyes lit up and a smile on his face as he ran his fingers over the shelves. He took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of old books. Tony watched and followed Speed around the shop. Speed turned to look at something behind Tony, their shoulders brushing together as he did so. He cast a quick glance at Tony before pulling a book off the shelf and flipping through it. He felt Tony turn into the touch as he tucked the book on top of the stack under his arm.
Speed smiled. “I think I’m about ready.” He nodded toward his books.
“Great.” Tony smiled back. “I’m going to grab coffee and stuff from next door.” He brushed his hand over Speed’s back as he left. Speed shivered a little and twitched a smile. He watched as Tony left the shop before heading for the lady at the register. An old book on display caught his attention. He looked it over, noticing the slip of paper sticking out of the top with a price scrawled on it.
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Speed blinked. As often as he’d been having these memory flashes lately, he still wasn’t used to them. He carefully levered himself up out of the chair and wandered into the kitchen. Sitting on the counter was a burned CD with a post-it note stuck to the jewel case.
‘Speed-
Give this a listen. It might help fill in some memory gaps.
-Tony
Speed took a couple Tylenol and downed a glass of water before grabbing the CD off the counter. He padded into the living room and opened the CD case. “Tony’s Italian Vacation Mix” Speed read aloud. He stuck the CD in the state of the art stereo and sat back down in his chair, allowing himself to relax a little as he pressed play on the sound system remote. A smile crept across his face at the music that was piping through the speakers. When he got to Il Divo’s Italian version of ‘Nights in White Satin,’ he furrowed his eyebrows.
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They paused outside their rooms and Tony snuck a quick kiss. “Your decision, Speed.” He whispered against Speed’s lips. “Not going to push if you don’t want it.” Speed slipped his arms around Tony’s waist, one of his hands sliding under the back of his shirt. He nodded. “Let me hear you say it.” Tony stroked Speed’s cheek with his thumb.
“I want…” Speed’s breath hitched as the pad of Tony’s thumb brushed over his lip. “I want you.” He whispered. Tony pressed a kiss to Speed’s lips. Speed moaned into the kiss and regretfully pulled back gently, resting his forehead against Tony’s and nudging them toward Tony’s room. Tony ushered them into the room, closing the door behind them.
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Tony grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer, and slicked his fingers.
Speed arched his back off the bed when he felt Tony’s finger probing gently. “Tony!” He breathed as Tony slowly worked his finger in. He felt Tony nuzzling at his neck, dropping light kisses every so often. His head fell back to give Tony better access to his neck. Tony attached his lips to Speed’s neck, right above his collar bone, as he carefully pushed in a second finger. Speed pushed his ass against the welcome intrusion. The lube was causing a tingling sensation in his ass. He mewled. Tony placed little kisses around Speed’s face as he gently moved his fingers. Speed reached down, covering Tony’s hand with his own and pressed Tony’s fingers in farther.
Tony slipped in a third finger and Speed gasped at the fullness. “Relax, love.” He kissed at Speed’s throat and moved his fingers a little. Speed panted in response. Tony worked his fingers around, stretching Speed gently.
Speed shook slightly, the need to feel Tony overwhelming him. “Now, Tony, please.” He panted. Tony pulled his fingers away and Speed whimpered a little at the loss. “Need you.” Tony slicked himself with the lube and kissed Speed deeply as he slowly pushed in. Speed moaned into the kiss, arching under Tony. Tony began to gently roll his hips, setting an achingly slow pace. Speed pulled back for a breath. “Faster, Tony.” He grabbed Tony ass and tried to pull him in harder. Tony thrust a little faster wrapping a slick hand around Speed. The resulting tingle caused Speed to shiver. Tony moved his hand in time with his thrusts. “Yes!” Speed’s hips matched Tony’s rhythm. “Close.” He breathed. Tony leaned down and kissed him, slipping his tongue into Speed’s mouth as they moved together. Their tongues mingled a few moments until Speed pulled away with a cry as his release spilled over their stomachs. Tony thrust once, twice before he stilled, shaking through his own release. He collapsed next to Speed with a sigh. Speed smiled contentedly and looked over at Tony. Tony smiled back and kissed Speed gently.
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Speed closed his eyes, memories swirling around in his head, as the music continued. A tear slipped down his cheek and he wiped it away. He remembered. He remembered how Tony had gone out of his way to make up for everything. How he’d taken Speed to Italy for his birthday. Tony had created a fabulous dinner for him with candles and lights and music. They’d made love to ‘Nights in White Satin’ in Italian. He’d surprised Tony by making breakfast the next morning. They’d seen a sappy romantic double feature at a little out of the way cinema. Speed had snuggled up to Tony the whole 4 hours, hardly paying attention to the subtitles for the Italian movies. Speed grabbed the phone from the end table next to him and dialed a familiar number.
“Stafford.” Devon answered after the third ring.
“Dev.” Speed greeted.
“Speed, hey!” Devon smiled. “How’re you feeling? Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” Speed ran a hand through his hair. “Listen, I just had a flood of memories. Me and Tony in Italy and everything. And, um… I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”
“What kind of favor?”
“I just… he went out his way for me on that trip… I wanted to return the favor somehow and I thought you might have some ideas as to what I could make for dinner.”
“Something Italian maybe?” Devon asked with a chuckle.
“Yeah… I don’t know where to start, though.” Speed leaned his head back against the chair.
“I think I have an idea. How about I stop at the store and bring some things over for you?”
“Probably a good idea.” Speed winced a little as he shifted in his easy chair. “Shouldn’t be riding the Ducati yet anyway.”
“You sure you’re okay?” Devon frowned. “I could call Garrett-”
“I’m fine.” Speed dismissed. “Just waiting for the Tylenol to kick in. My ribs are a little sore today is all.”
“Alright.” Devon’s voice held a tinge of disbelief. “If you say so.” He grabbed his keys from the table by the door. “I’ll be over in about an hour, okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you then, Dev.” Speed hung up the phone and scrubbed a hand over his face. He debated calling Tony at work, but decided that he didn’t need to expend the energy convincing him he was fine and that he’d just called to check in.
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Tony walked in the door and caught a whiff of marinara. His mouth began watering as he dropped his bag by the door.
“Speed?” Tony called out on his way to the kitchen.
Speed poked his head out of the kitchen and smiled. “Hey. You’re just in time.” He dished up two plates of chicken and fettuccine noodles and carried them to the table.
A smile blossomed on Tony’s face. “You made dinner?”
Speed shrugged as he sat at the table. “Yeah.”
Tony sat and dug into the food on his plate. “When’d you learn to make chicken parmesan?”
“This afternoon.” Speed took a healthy bite of chicken. “Devon stopped by with the ingredients and talked me through it.”
“It’s really good.” Tony wound some fettuccine around his fork. They finished their dinner in a comfortable silence and made quick work of the tiramisu that Speed had brought out for dessert before retiring to the living room. Speed curled up in his easy chair with a sigh. “You okay, babe?”
“I…” Speed shifted a little and winced. His joints were beginning to ache again. “I listened to that CD you left.” He paused and rubbed at his shoulder. “I had a flood of memories”
Tony got off the couch and sat in the easy chair with Speed, curling around him. “And?”
Speed turned his head and looked into Tony’s eyes. “I remember Italy.” Tony ran a hand through Speed’s hair. “I remember it all.” Speed pressed a kiss to Tony’s lips.
Tony smiled into the kiss. “So the CD helped?” Speed nodded. “Good.” Tony nuzzled Speed’s cheek.
“Thinks it’s time for more Tylenol.” Speed mumbled.
“Extra Strength?” Tony stood and started for the kitchen.
Speed shook his head. “Gimme the PM stuff. I’m going to head to bed.”
Tony grabbed a glass of water and two Tylenol PM before walking back to the living room. “Here you go, babe.”
Speed downed the pills and half the glass of water. “Thanks.” He sat up stiffly and handed the glass back to Tony.
Tony hooked his arm around Speed’s elbow and helped him stand. “You okay?”
Speed nodded. “It just hurts worse right now.”
“Just lean on me, babe.” Tony encouraged softly as he led Speed down the hall and into bed. Speed relaxed into the mattress with a sigh. Tony stroked Speed’s cheek. “Sleep well, Speedy.” Speed smiled as he drifted off to sleep. Tony took the glass back to the kitchen and put away the rest of the food. He let out a sigh when he returned to the bedroom. He pulled on his pajamas and climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around Speed. “Love you.” He murmured into his sleeping lover’s ear.