ncisficathon | June 13th / Gilligan's Island

Title: Gilligan’s Island
Author: hawk_soaring
Written for:

joss80
Prompt used: I think I used most of them, actually: Gibbs/Dinozzo, something with a hefty dose of kink; something involving them being in the sun in swimsuits; summer.
Genre: slash
Category: humor, romance
Rating: R
Spoilers: none
Warning: none
Author's Notes: Written for

joss80. As always, this was made better by my wonderful beta,

sinfulslasher. Thank you!
Disclaimer: I don’t own any piece of NCIS but I do love to play with the boys. I promise I’m not making any money off this and I will return the boys when I’m finished with them, not too much worse for wear and with big grins on their faces.
Summary: A summer cruise hits a snag.

~*~*~

Tony hummed as he helped Gibbs ready the boat. They were sailing the Kelly to the Bahamas for their vacation. It was Tony’s first time as First Mate and he was quite excited to get underway. Gibbs, however, was being very meticulous with the preparations. Tony thought it quite silly that Gibbs had actually made lists. When he had quipped, “What’s with all the checklists, Boss? We’re not flying to the Bahamas,” Gibbs had smacked him on the back of the head – so Tony had begun humming the theme song to Gilligan’s Island. It didn’t seem as if Gibbs recognized the tune, though, so Tony merely smirked and kept humming.

It wasn’t until they were pulling away from the dock that Tony burst out into song:
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale
a tale of a fateful trip,
that started from this tropic port,
aboard this tiny ship.

“Tony! Shut it,” Gibbs shouted over the rumbling of the motor.

Tony grinned and sang louder:
The mate was a mighty sailin' man,
the Skipper brave and sure,
five passengers set sail that day,
for a three hour tour,
a three hour tour.

“Gonna push you overboard, DiNozzo,” Gibbs warned with a growl.

Tony figured he’d pushed his luck enough for the moment so he quieted. But he didn’t lose his grin. This trip was going to be so much fun. Nine hundred fifty-five miles of open ocean – and just he and Gibbs on board. They weren’t exactly out at work but their closest friends knew about their rocky on-again off-again relationship. Tony was hoping this vacation would finally cement their relationship once and for all. He was tired of constantly tiptoeing around. He wanted a commitment – a real relationship – but Gibbs had been dragging his feet for years. It was time to step up his game. If he couldn’t make this work he was leaving. His heart couldn’t take the constant rejection anymore.

Tony watched the coastline recede and then turned to face the open ocean. The Kelly was on the small side so Gibbs had explained that they would be staying close to shore – but it didn’t look that way to Tony.

“Um, Boss?”

Gibbs snorted. “Not at work now.”

Tony sighed. “You called me DiNozzo so I thought …”

Gibbs stared at him long enough to make Tony start to fidget. “Tony.”

Tony blushed. “Can I call you Skipper?” he asked with a grin.

“Do you want to swim to the Bahamas?” Gibbs retorted.

Tony coughed. “Sorry,” he muttered. “Spoil sport,” he added under his breath.

“Not deaf, Gilligan.”

Tony blinked and then chuckled. He really hadn’t thought that Gibbs had recognized his Gilligan’s Island references. He needed to stop underestimating the man. It was usually detrimental to his health.

Tony cleared this throat. “So, I thought we were staying close to shore.”

Gibbs shrugged. “Not more than a couple miles out.”

“Oh.” Tony bit his lip as he looked back toward where the shoreline should be. He took a breath and decided to let his worry go. They weren’t that far out, Gibbs knew what he was doing, and the weather was supposed to stay clear. Everything would be fine. “Need me to do anything?”

Gibbs seemed to think about it before nodding. “Sure. Come on up here and give me a hand steering this beauty.”

Tony gulped. “I don’t really know what to do, B … Jethro.” He was happy his voice didn’t quiver since his hands were shaking and he had an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. “You sure you trust me with her?” he asked as he stood next to Jethro in what his lover called the wheel house.

Jethro turned to face him and stared for long moment. Tony bit his lip and looked down, away from those piercing blue eyes. Jethro gently lifted his chin. “I trust you with my life every day, Tony. The Kelly is just a boat. You can’t hurt her – especially since I’m just going below for a couple of minutes.” Jethro leaned in and kissed Tony lightly on the lips. “Be right back. Just hold her steady.”

Tony watched as Jethro disappeared into the belly of the boat and gripped the wheel tightly. He tried to remember to breathe and wondered how long Jethro would be gone. It would be just his luck to have something happen while he was steering the boat. Jethro would kill him if he broke his boat. Tony worried at his lip. “Just hold her steady,” he mimicked. “You can’t hurt her!” He swallowed heavily. “Wanna bet?”

~*~*~

Tony didn’t hurt the boat and, over the next couple of days, Gibbs gave him more and more responsibilities – and Tony wore fewer and fewer clothes. It was getting warmer and Gibbs had been watching the weather closely. It was the time of year for sudden, unpredictable storms to crop up and the Kelly was a smaller boat. It wouldn’t do to get caught too far from land if bad weather hit.

Today, Tony was wearing skimpy cut-off Daisy Dukes. By lunchtime he would most likely be naked, if his trend kept true to course. He’d been slowly working up to it, after all. Gibbs snorted softly, knowing that Tony probably thought he was being subtle about it.

Subtlety wasn’t his strong suit, however. And Gibbs couldn’t fault him any. It was a damn fine view – and they were all alone out on the ocean. At least they were all alone on their little piece of ocean. And Gibbs didn’t mind that at all. He liked the solitude of being on the water – and liked it even more with Tony on board.

The trip so far had given them time to reconnect without the pressures of friends, coworkers, or work interfering.

The summer breeze was warm, even off the ocean, and Gibbs knew it would be much hotter on land. At least here, on the water, Tony could do and dress as he wished. On land, he would follow societal norms and laws so who was Gibbs to complain about a little skin – or a lot of skin as the case may be. Gibbs knew Tony had been hoping to find a nude beach once they reached the island and he supposed this was Tony’s way of preparing for that. Walking around naked wasn’t as easy as people assumed – especially if you weren’t used to it. And walking around naked in front of strangers was even more difficult. Tony might be a bit of a peacock, but it was with clothes on, not off. Unless you wanted to count the occasional weekends spent playing – where Tony sometimes wore nothing but a collar and cuffs. Gibbs had to admit that he got turned on by the roleplay – but that was all it was – a game. A damn fine, sexy game. He liked having an equal partner too much for it ever to be anything more.

“Can I get you anything, Jethro?”

Gibbs startled a little, wondering how Tony had snuck up on him so easily and then realizing just how distracted he’d been. Maybe asking Tony to put more clothes on would help him keep his mind on the ocean. And maybe he was an old fool to even consider it. He liked seeing more skin and, truth be told, was looking forward to the afternoon because he was pretty damn sure Tony wouldn’t back down from the challenge, even if it was one of his own making.

*~*~*

The storm caught them both unawares. They had seen clouds gathering while eating their dinner, but the weather station had assured them the storm would stay far out to sea and Gibbs had listened. This time they had gotten on the wrong side of the 50% probability of the forecast to be correct.

Gibbs was still dressed but Tony was stark naked and just drawing the sheet up to his waist as he lay back on the bed when the boat lurched and dipped to one side. Tony yelped and Gibbs ran for the hatchway.

Gibbs was at the wheel when Tony finally staggered up on deck. Lightning filled the sky and thunder boomed loudly. They were in the midst of a tempest. The boat rocked side to side as Tony held onto anything he could find to help pull himself up to where Gibbs wrestled with the boat.

“Where the hell are your clothes, Tony?”

Tony shrugged and shivered. The temperature had dropped dramatically with the onset of the storm and forgetting to put on clothes wasn’t his brightest move of their vacation so far. But it was too late to go below and find something to throw on because Jethro needed him to help keep the boat afloat.

The boat rose and fell with the swells and it was all Tony could do to stay on his feet. He was impressed with the way Jethro handled the boat and was shocked when he felt a hard bump that threw him to the decking.

“Stay down!” Jethro hollered over the roar of the storm. The boat bumped something again and then lurched to a stop, leaning hard to the port side.

Tony had wrapped his arms around the Captain’s chair in the wheel house, curling up as small as he could to stay out of Jethro’s way and avoid getting stepped on. At least the chair was bolted to the floor so it wasn’t moving around.

A hand on Tony’s shoulder startled him and he looked up to see Jethro leaning over him. “Come on, Tony. We’re safe for now. If I’m right, we’re on the lee side of an island. Which one is anyone’s guess, but we should at least be sheltered for the night. I’m going to check out the hull since we took a couple of hard hits and then we’re going to bed. We’ll assess the damage in the morning.”

Tony blinked up at his lover and then unwound his arms from around the legs of the chair before stumbling to his feet, Jethro’s strong hands the only thing keeping him on his feet. He really hadn’t thought they’d have any trouble getting to the Bahamas and grounding in the storm as he assumed they had done had really thrown him. He took a breath and nodded before following Jethro out of the wheel house and into the storm.

“Go below, Tony. I’ll be in shortly.”

Tony shook his head and wrapped his arms around his body. “You can’t go overboard alone. I’ll keep watch.”

“Not going over, Tony. Just taking a long look at what I can see and then checking out the hold for leaks. I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll watch,” Tony answered stubbornly. He would never forgive himself if he went inside and something happened to Jethro.

Jethro hesitated for a moment and then nodded before grabbing a flashlight, heading to the nearest rail and bending over to look at the hull. Tony followed him as Jethro systematically made his way around the boat.

“No major damage that I can see,” Jethro said as he finished checking the hull and straightened. He groaned softly and stretched out his back before turning to Tony. “Now for the inside.”

“Inside?” Tony scrambled after Gibbs. “But if there isn’t any damage on the outside, how will there be damage on the inside?”

Gibbs shook his head. “Cracks, Tony. Gotta look out for leaks. Come on in. You must be freezing.”

~*~*~

Tony dried off and then wrapped a blanket around his shoulders as he watched Gibbs check out the boat. Just as Tony thought they had come through the storm unscathed, Gibbs found a crack – a small leak – in the engine compartment. Water was seeping in, not fast by any means, but enough to be worrisome.

Gibbs swore under his breath and brushed past Tony as he headed top-side again. Only a couple of minutes passed before Gibbs was back. Tony hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the slow trickle of water, watching it run down the wood and puddle at the bottom of the engine compartment. He wondered how long it would take to render the engine nonoperational.

“Step back, Tony,” Gibbs said as he tore open a large rectangular package. Tony took a step back and watched as Gibbs picked up a towel and wiped down the wall before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tube of marine glue. He squirted a line of glue along the crack and spread it slightly with his finger before taking the backing off the large rectangle of what turned out to be a polyurethane patch. He placed the patch over the crack and smoothed it out, making sure every piece was adhered to the wall of the boat.

“Is that going to hold?” Tony asked. “”Cause I’m guessing if there’s a crack on the inside, there’s a crack on the outside – right, Jethro?”

Gibbs sighed. “Yeah, Tony. But there’s no finding it tonight. This should hold for now.” He turned to Tony. “We’re gonna get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. We’ll have to assess the damage and see if we can get the boat fixed on our own or if we have to call for help.”

Tony nodded and bit his lip. “But we don’t need help now, Jethro – right?” He’d never been in a position like this before; in a damaged boat on the open ocean in a storm.

Gibbs nodded. “Right, Tony. We are fine. Now let’s get some rest.”

Tony was sure he wouldn’t be able to sleep with the thought of the boat sinking at the forefront of his mind. He would have been shocked to know it took him less than three minutes to snuggle up to Jethro’s side and nod off.

~*~*~

The other side of the bed – Jethro’s side – was empty when Tony woke. He stretched under the light sheet and then sat up. Looking around he realized what he’d already suspected; the room was as empty as the berth. He yawned widely and then swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood.

As he looked around, he realized that Jethro had picked up his clothes – but where Jethro had put the things he’d picked up, Tony didn’t know. “Anal retentive marine,” Tony grumbled as he looked for something to put on. He couldn’t even find the small duffle he’d packed for the week. “Just great,” he huffed, looking around the spotless space once more.

Just then there was a light hammering sound and Tony snorted. “Of course he’s doing repairs.” He sighed and went to the ladder. The door was open and Tony figured Jethro would hear him so he hollered up, “Jethro? Where are my clothes?”

The hammering continued.

Tony sighed loudly and pulled the sheet from the bed. Wrapping the sheet around his waist, he started up the steps, cursing softly as his feet got tangled in the fabric.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Jethro’s sudden appearance at the top of the stairs startled him and Tony yelped, clutching the ladder to keep from falling.

“Holy shit, Jethro! Way to scare a guy half to death.”

Jethro grinned, then tilted his head as he stared down at Tony. “What’s up with the sheet? Trying to kill yourself by falling down the ladder?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” Tony pulled the sheet up higher and finished climbing up the ladder. He stepped out and looked around. “Where are we?” Tony turned in a full circle, jumping when Jethro yanked the sheet out of his hands and unwound it from around his body. “What?”

“You don’t need the sheet – and we might need it to sleep later.” Jethro wadded up the sheet and tossed it down the ladder.

Tony spun around. “But –!”

Jethro stopped Tony with his hands on Tony’s shoulders. “There’s no one around.”

Tony blinked and looked around at the secluded cove again. “No one?”

Jethro smiled, that slow sexy tilt of his lips that sent a low burn growing in Tony’s belly. “No one. Just us. All. Alone.” He leaned in and captured Tony’s lips with his own.

Tony groaned into the kiss. He was gasping for air when Jethro finally pulled back. “Where?” He licked his lips. “Where are my things?”

Jethro smiled. “What things?”

Tony frowned, trying to gather his thoughts. What things? “My – clothes. My duffle.”

Jethro feigned innocence. “Not a clue.” He stepped close again. “But then you don’t need anything – what with this place being so private and deserted.”

Tony’s thoughts were awhirl. Sure they played games once in a while but this looked different somehow. “Deserted?”

Jethro nodded. “Totally,” he answered, pulling Tony close, his hands on Tony’s hips. “It’s just me – and you. I think we should take advantage of that, don’t you?”

Tony nodded almost before the words registered.

Jethro stepped back and Tony almost took a step forward, until he saw what Jethro picked up. It was his collar and something much smaller. Jethro wanted to play. Tony looked around again at the lush greenery, the turquoise water, the crystal blue sky – and made a decision. Why the hell not?

Tony sank to his knees at Jethro’s feet. They didn’t play often and never where they had no distractions. This was something he could give to his lover – and to himself.

Tony shuddered slightly as Jethro buckled the collar around his throat. The sensation of Jethro running his calloused finger along the edge of the leather almost instantly got him hard. He swallowed around the collar and bit back a groan as the leather made itself known. Just the thought of giving himself fully to Jethro –even if just for a little while – had him on the edge of sub space. It would be so easy to lose himself – and hard to take back once he did. They had played, but Tony had never given everything up. And oh how he wanted to. Jethro’s voice brought him back from the edge, though.

“You can’t keep this on all day, you know,” Jethro said softly as he ran a finger under the edge of the collar.

Tony looked up. “Why not?”

“Two words: Sun … tan.”

Tony grinned. “Ah.” He got to his feet and pressed a kiss to Jethro’s lips. “What can I do for you?”

“Stand very still,” Jethro answered, “while I finish your outfit.”

Tony frowned in confusion as Jethro reached out and gently stroked him. Once, twice – setting a nice, slow, teasing rhythm that had Tony gasping in no time. His eyes closed of their own accord and he breathed heavily in time with Jethro’s stroking.

And then Jethro stopped. Tony mewled softly.

“Don’t move.” Jethro’s fingers were doing something at his groin – something that felt pretty damn good.

“What –?”

Tony opened his eyes and saw Jethro finish fastening a cock sheath, ring, and ball spreader on his erection and sack. He instinctively reached for his package and Jethro slapped his hands away. Tony gasped and looked at Jethro in shock.

“No touching. For today – for right now – that belongs to me.”

Tony licked his lips and fisted his hands at his side. He could do this. In fact, his dick seemed to love it.

~*~*~

They spent the day basking in the sun (Jethro finally took Tony’s collar and put it back in the cabin), playing in the water, and snacking on the rest of the fresh fruit and vegetables on board the boat. They also walked on the sand for a bit and took a nap in the shade. And they made love in the water and on the sand.

Tony seemed a little worried about being stranded, even going so far as to recite the plot of Gilligan’s Island for Jethro – over and over until Jethro told him to stop, the edict punctuated by a sharp slap to Tony’s naked backside.

Jethro woke from their afternoon nap before Tony and checked the sealer he’d painted on the crack in the boat. Everything was fine and the boat would be able to make it to port – tomorrow. Tony thought they were stranded on a deserted island. Jethro, however, knew there was a small private resort on the other side of the island. In fact, he had already spoken to the owner and they would be using their marina to have the boat looked at. The owner had asked if they wanted someone to come pick them up but Jethro had begged off, asking for a day alone with Tony. They could get there on their own. He looked over at Tony.

Tomorrow.