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ncisficathonTitle: Scenes of a Night
Author:honeycakehorse
Written for:cyphersushi
Archive: yes, but please ask first
Pairings: Tony/Tim
Rating: PG-13 to slight R
Disclaimer: I don't own them or season 4 would have played out way differently.
Word Count: 2,017
Summary: "McGee and I watched the sunrise together... It was very Brokeback Mountain." -- Tony
"He had me at 'Howdy'." -- Tim (Dead and Unburied)
Author's Note: First of all, sorry I'm late. This fic kept kicking my butt. *g*. Secondly, thank you to my wonderful betasfanmouse and scsquidsnaps. All remaining mistakes are solely my own. :D Thirdly, I hope you'll enjoy this, cyphersushi!!
Scenes of a Night
Tony was watching as McGee sounded more and more pathetic talking to the tech guys. Really, somebody needed to show Probie how to put the fear of DiNozzo in people. He snatched the phone out of his hand.
"This is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo speaking. My agent did not request ground penetrating radar to play in his backyard, but to catch a murderer. Evidence is leaking away with every minute you waste arguing on the phone. It better not be gone by the time you get here or I'll have your job. We're waiting." Then he hung up and handed the phone back with a raised eyebrow. "That is how you do it, Probie."
McGee gaped at Tony, wheels obviously getting stuck in his brain until he finally snapped his mouth shut, expression shifting to mildly annoyed. "Your agent? Did you forget that Gibbs is back?"
Tony had to grin. "I might not be the team leader any more, but that does not mean you're not mine." He turned with a satisfied smirk and went to find a comfortable place for a few games of Tetris. Someday McGee would learn to not leave his jaw hanging open and let the world see his every emotion.
***
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I need a long one... no, not an L, you stupid game, a long one, a long-"
"So, you really would have rather interviewed those real estate women?" Tony's finger jerked and the L shaped piece landed upside down on top of the already mighty block of pieces; the whole thing melting into a giant 'game over'.
"Dammit! I was up to level 13 already!" Tony looked up. McGee was bouncing on the balls of his feet and alternated between studying the ground and Tony's face. "Well, what do you think?"
McGee gulped. "I think you wanted Gibbs to let you stay here. I think you'd rather spend a few hours sitting here playing on your phone than listen to middle-aged wannabe beauties talking about the declining real estate market and ogling your ass."
Tony stared for a few moments longer, until McGee's expression turned obstinate, then turned back to restart the game. "Do you now?"
"That and you don't want to lose your image, of course."
Tony smiled, careful to keep that expression out of his voice. "And what image would that be?"
Leaves rustled behind him, then warmth pressed against his back. "The image that you're an unrepentant womanizer, of course."
"You're slowly getting it, Probie. We'll make a man out of you yet." Tony let some warmth seep into his voice and lowered the phone to his lap.
Breath tickled his ear. "And here I thought I'd proven that to you again and again."
"I'm difficult to persuade." He was just about to lean into that warmth behind him when it suddenly disappeared. "Hey!" He turned to the once again standing McGee.
"Or it could have been because you don't trust me with Ziva." He sounded too smug for Tony's liking.
"Please, Probie. That woman is more than 95-percent of the male population can handle. And for once you're definitely in the majority."
"You would, of course, fall into the 5-percent that can handle her."
Tony countered the skepticism in McGee's voice with a look and dignified silence.
***
"Howdy, stranger."
"Tony!" McGee spun around and clutched a hand to his chest. "Don't scare me like that!" He sniffed. "Is that a goat burger?"
"Yep." Tony let himself fall onto the tree trunk they had declared their kingdom for this night and winced when it dug into his tail bone. Perhaps the Probie had had the right idea with the cushioning fat on his butt after all.
"Gee, thanks. You know how much I hate those." McGee stared at the wrapped dinner in his hand and sighed, before he started to pull off the paper.
"But I love them. And since I sprang for dinner, I chose."
"I'd 'ad'y 'ave 'aid i' you 'ad 'd'en 'e 'o'ing 'i'eren'."
"First: What? And second: People say I have no manners?"
McGee swallowed and grimaced. "Well, obviously I'm spending too much time around you." He eyed Tony over the edge of his hamburger. "You're a bad influence. And I said: I'd gladly have paid if you had gotten something different."
"Yes, of course! Why didn't I understand that right away!?" Tony slapped his hand against his forehead, then leered at McGee. "And I love being a bad influence."
He reached over almost automatically as McGee started choking on his bite and clapped him on his back.
***
"It's the full moon." McGee was lying next to him, feet still on the ground, staring at the sky. Tony looked up and wiggled a bit, trying to get feeling back into his butt after sitting on this tree trunk for several hours. He looked at McGee.
"You're not getting all romantic on me, are you?"
"Wouldn't dream of it." But his voice did sound all dreamy. Or at least far, far away. He was probably missing his computer, Tony decided.
"Terrified of werewolves?"
"I'm not Abby."
"She'd probably want one as a pet."
"There's that."
***
"Should we really be doing this?" McGee squirmed, but Tony paid him no heed. If he had really wanted to dislodge Tony, he could have done so.
"Tony?" Tony grumbled against McGee's neck, trying to tell him to shut up without actually stopping his descent down his neck, licking and biting his way down to his collar bone.
"Tony! I'm trying to talk to you!"
Finally, Tony snapped his head up and glared at McGee. "And I'm trying to seduce you. Wanna bet who's gonna be successful, Probie?" He had almost returned to his more pleasurable pursuits when McGee's voice pulled him from it again. Some day, he swore to himself, he was just going to gag McGee and have his wicked way with him, for once uninterrupted by McGee's overactive brain.
"Do you think we should really be doing this? There's probably a law or something against it."
Tony sighed. Why had he had to choose such a trying lover again? At the moment he couldn't remember, so his voice came out gruff when he answered: "What? Don't fuck your male coworker while waiting for the tech underlings to arrive? Not even Gibbs is that specific."
"Oh god, Gibbs! What if he comes back?" McGee had gone stiff under him (and not in a good way) and Tony sighed.
Damn, that had, of course, been the wrong thing to say! Tony resisted bashing his head against the nearest tree and instead pushed himself up to his hands and knees and looked down at McGee. "He's busy with his boat and has better things to do than check up on us at o'fuck early in the morning. Now shut up and let me kiss you, Probie."
But apparently McGee was in the mood for talking now. "Why do you keep calling me Probie?"
"What else should I call you? Honeybuns? Don't you think people at the office would start noticing?"
"They'd just think you were taking the piss out of me."
Tony blinked. "You actually want me to call you 'Honeybuns'?"
"No! Yes. Well... no." McGee sat up, pushing Tony up as well until he was sitting on McGee's lap, confusion playing across his face. "I want you to call me something other than Probie."
Tony leaned forward, nose brushing against the skin at McGee's throat, tongue flicking out to lick his neck. "I could," he mumbled. And just when McGee's breath hitched when he blew over the sensitive spot under McGee's left ear, did he pull up and lean right into McGee's face, grinning. "But I won't."
Any protest McGee might have had at that was silenced when Tony crashed his mouth against McGee's and his tongue wormed its way into McGee's mouth. For several minutes Tony could finally relax into his actions. No need to think, or argue, just blissful touching and humping and whimpers from McGee that made the hairs on his arm stand up. His hands moved under McGee's shirt, caressing his back, and then one hand steadily moved towards the front of McGee's pants.
And McGee had to go and interrupt the mood again.
"I really don't think we should... fornicate right here."
Tony's hands stopped in their tracks, and Tony himself was close to screaming. Instead, he eyed the Probie incredulously. "Fornicate? God, I knew you had a stick up your ass, but I know for a fact that you're not that squeaky clean that you won't say 'fuck'. In fact, I remember just last week you were begging me to fu-".
"Tony!"
"What?" McGee had sounded scandalized, and Tony wasn't able to keep the frustration out of his voice.
"What if somebody hears you?"
"What? Hears me say 'fuck'? Or hears me talk about how you writhed under me, muscles taut, glistering with sweat, begging me, getting more desperate by the second..."
"Yeah." McGee's voice was raspy and he swallowed while staring at Tony with big eyes. "That." A smile spread across Tony's face. Looked like he had just discovered a new kink.
"Oh, but you like it, Probie. You crave it. You want to hear my voice, saying things to you. Telling you how good you feel, how you turn me on, how I want to grab that perfect little outfit you wear everyday and rumple it until you look like I just fucked you in the elevator."
McGee was taking in big gulps of air and Tony smiled devilishly. He started running his hands over McGee's body again, one finally opening his pants and just before he pushed it inside, he asked. "You sure you don't want me to stop, Honeybuns?"
McGee's answer drowned in a moan and almost voiceless plea for more when Tony finally finished his movement and closed his hand around him.
***
"You didn't tape us having sex, right?" Tony sat behind McGee, snuggling (and pretending he wasn't snuggling) against his back, watching as the red light of the sun slowly appeared over the tree line.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Not even if Abby threatened you?"
"Nope." McGee was distracted. Pushing buttons on his new cell, keeping clicking between the different folders.
"You did, didn't you?" Really, Tony knew McGee would never have taped them, but it was still fun to needle the Probie, keep him on his toes.
"No."
"Prove it."
McGee glared over his shoulder. "How the hell would I prove it?"
Tony shrugged, sure that McGee could feel the movement even now that he had turned back to continue fiddling with his phone. "Am I the tech geek or you?"
"There are many things I'd call you, 'tech geek' is definitely not one of them." Tony could hear the smile in McGee's voice and smiled softly to himself, getting pulled out of his thoughts when McGee exclaimed: "Ha!" and pointed his phone at the rising sun. "Finally figured it out."
Tony blinked. "You mean there was actually some kind of technology you were having problems with?"
McGee shrugged. "Not problems. But even for tech geeks the little machines sometimes don't do what they're supposed to."
Tony leaned his chin on McGee's shoulder. "That's very reassuring somehow."
They sat in silence for a little bit, watching as the sky flooded with colors, the orange ball getting bigger and bigger on the horizon until Tony had spots dancing in front of his eyes.
"This is almost like that scene in Brokeback Mountain."
"We didn't have a tent."
Tony snorted. Trust McGee to be so pragmatic about it. "And I hope to hell the ending is better."
He tightened his grip across Tim's chest and pulled him even closer against him.
"Yeah." McGee's voice was soft as they both continued to watch the sky, the small camera still recording the display in front of them until tired voices from up by the house announced the arrival of the ground radar techs.
The End
Author:
honeycakehorseWritten for:
cyphersushiArchive: yes, but please ask first
Pairings: Tony/Tim
Rating: PG-13 to slight R
Disclaimer: I don't own them or season 4 would have played out way differently.
Word Count: 2,017
Summary: "McGee and I watched the sunrise together... It was very Brokeback Mountain." -- Tony
"He had me at 'Howdy'." -- Tim (Dead and Unburied)
Author's Note: First of all, sorry I'm late. This fic kept kicking my butt. *g*. Secondly, thank you to my wonderful betas
fanmouse and scsquidsnaps. All remaining mistakes are solely my own. :D Thirdly, I hope you'll enjoy this, cyphersushi!!Scenes of a Night
Tony was watching as McGee sounded more and more pathetic talking to the tech guys. Really, somebody needed to show Probie how to put the fear of DiNozzo in people. He snatched the phone out of his hand.
"This is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo speaking. My agent did not request ground penetrating radar to play in his backyard, but to catch a murderer. Evidence is leaking away with every minute you waste arguing on the phone. It better not be gone by the time you get here or I'll have your job. We're waiting." Then he hung up and handed the phone back with a raised eyebrow. "That is how you do it, Probie."
McGee gaped at Tony, wheels obviously getting stuck in his brain until he finally snapped his mouth shut, expression shifting to mildly annoyed. "Your agent? Did you forget that Gibbs is back?"
Tony had to grin. "I might not be the team leader any more, but that does not mean you're not mine." He turned with a satisfied smirk and went to find a comfortable place for a few games of Tetris. Someday McGee would learn to not leave his jaw hanging open and let the world see his every emotion.
***
"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I need a long one... no, not an L, you stupid game, a long one, a long-"
"So, you really would have rather interviewed those real estate women?" Tony's finger jerked and the L shaped piece landed upside down on top of the already mighty block of pieces; the whole thing melting into a giant 'game over'.
"Dammit! I was up to level 13 already!" Tony looked up. McGee was bouncing on the balls of his feet and alternated between studying the ground and Tony's face. "Well, what do you think?"
McGee gulped. "I think you wanted Gibbs to let you stay here. I think you'd rather spend a few hours sitting here playing on your phone than listen to middle-aged wannabe beauties talking about the declining real estate market and ogling your ass."
Tony stared for a few moments longer, until McGee's expression turned obstinate, then turned back to restart the game. "Do you now?"
"That and you don't want to lose your image, of course."
Tony smiled, careful to keep that expression out of his voice. "And what image would that be?"
Leaves rustled behind him, then warmth pressed against his back. "The image that you're an unrepentant womanizer, of course."
"You're slowly getting it, Probie. We'll make a man out of you yet." Tony let some warmth seep into his voice and lowered the phone to his lap.
Breath tickled his ear. "And here I thought I'd proven that to you again and again."
"I'm difficult to persuade." He was just about to lean into that warmth behind him when it suddenly disappeared. "Hey!" He turned to the once again standing McGee.
"Or it could have been because you don't trust me with Ziva." He sounded too smug for Tony's liking.
"Please, Probie. That woman is more than 95-percent of the male population can handle. And for once you're definitely in the majority."
"You would, of course, fall into the 5-percent that can handle her."
Tony countered the skepticism in McGee's voice with a look and dignified silence.
***
"Howdy, stranger."
"Tony!" McGee spun around and clutched a hand to his chest. "Don't scare me like that!" He sniffed. "Is that a goat burger?"
"Yep." Tony let himself fall onto the tree trunk they had declared their kingdom for this night and winced when it dug into his tail bone. Perhaps the Probie had had the right idea with the cushioning fat on his butt after all.
"Gee, thanks. You know how much I hate those." McGee stared at the wrapped dinner in his hand and sighed, before he started to pull off the paper.
"But I love them. And since I sprang for dinner, I chose."
"I'd 'ad'y 'ave 'aid i' you 'ad 'd'en 'e 'o'ing 'i'eren'."
"First: What? And second: People say I have no manners?"
McGee swallowed and grimaced. "Well, obviously I'm spending too much time around you." He eyed Tony over the edge of his hamburger. "You're a bad influence. And I said: I'd gladly have paid if you had gotten something different."
"Yes, of course! Why didn't I understand that right away!?" Tony slapped his hand against his forehead, then leered at McGee. "And I love being a bad influence."
He reached over almost automatically as McGee started choking on his bite and clapped him on his back.
***
"It's the full moon." McGee was lying next to him, feet still on the ground, staring at the sky. Tony looked up and wiggled a bit, trying to get feeling back into his butt after sitting on this tree trunk for several hours. He looked at McGee.
"You're not getting all romantic on me, are you?"
"Wouldn't dream of it." But his voice did sound all dreamy. Or at least far, far away. He was probably missing his computer, Tony decided.
"Terrified of werewolves?"
"I'm not Abby."
"She'd probably want one as a pet."
"There's that."
***
"Should we really be doing this?" McGee squirmed, but Tony paid him no heed. If he had really wanted to dislodge Tony, he could have done so.
"Tony?" Tony grumbled against McGee's neck, trying to tell him to shut up without actually stopping his descent down his neck, licking and biting his way down to his collar bone.
"Tony! I'm trying to talk to you!"
Finally, Tony snapped his head up and glared at McGee. "And I'm trying to seduce you. Wanna bet who's gonna be successful, Probie?" He had almost returned to his more pleasurable pursuits when McGee's voice pulled him from it again. Some day, he swore to himself, he was just going to gag McGee and have his wicked way with him, for once uninterrupted by McGee's overactive brain.
"Do you think we should really be doing this? There's probably a law or something against it."
Tony sighed. Why had he had to choose such a trying lover again? At the moment he couldn't remember, so his voice came out gruff when he answered: "What? Don't fuck your male coworker while waiting for the tech underlings to arrive? Not even Gibbs is that specific."
"Oh god, Gibbs! What if he comes back?" McGee had gone stiff under him (and not in a good way) and Tony sighed.
Damn, that had, of course, been the wrong thing to say! Tony resisted bashing his head against the nearest tree and instead pushed himself up to his hands and knees and looked down at McGee. "He's busy with his boat and has better things to do than check up on us at o'fuck early in the morning. Now shut up and let me kiss you, Probie."
But apparently McGee was in the mood for talking now. "Why do you keep calling me Probie?"
"What else should I call you? Honeybuns? Don't you think people at the office would start noticing?"
"They'd just think you were taking the piss out of me."
Tony blinked. "You actually want me to call you 'Honeybuns'?"
"No! Yes. Well... no." McGee sat up, pushing Tony up as well until he was sitting on McGee's lap, confusion playing across his face. "I want you to call me something other than Probie."
Tony leaned forward, nose brushing against the skin at McGee's throat, tongue flicking out to lick his neck. "I could," he mumbled. And just when McGee's breath hitched when he blew over the sensitive spot under McGee's left ear, did he pull up and lean right into McGee's face, grinning. "But I won't."
Any protest McGee might have had at that was silenced when Tony crashed his mouth against McGee's and his tongue wormed its way into McGee's mouth. For several minutes Tony could finally relax into his actions. No need to think, or argue, just blissful touching and humping and whimpers from McGee that made the hairs on his arm stand up. His hands moved under McGee's shirt, caressing his back, and then one hand steadily moved towards the front of McGee's pants.
And McGee had to go and interrupt the mood again.
"I really don't think we should... fornicate right here."
Tony's hands stopped in their tracks, and Tony himself was close to screaming. Instead, he eyed the Probie incredulously. "Fornicate? God, I knew you had a stick up your ass, but I know for a fact that you're not that squeaky clean that you won't say 'fuck'. In fact, I remember just last week you were begging me to fu-".
"Tony!"
"What?" McGee had sounded scandalized, and Tony wasn't able to keep the frustration out of his voice.
"What if somebody hears you?"
"What? Hears me say 'fuck'? Or hears me talk about how you writhed under me, muscles taut, glistering with sweat, begging me, getting more desperate by the second..."
"Yeah." McGee's voice was raspy and he swallowed while staring at Tony with big eyes. "That." A smile spread across Tony's face. Looked like he had just discovered a new kink.
"Oh, but you like it, Probie. You crave it. You want to hear my voice, saying things to you. Telling you how good you feel, how you turn me on, how I want to grab that perfect little outfit you wear everyday and rumple it until you look like I just fucked you in the elevator."
McGee was taking in big gulps of air and Tony smiled devilishly. He started running his hands over McGee's body again, one finally opening his pants and just before he pushed it inside, he asked. "You sure you don't want me to stop, Honeybuns?"
McGee's answer drowned in a moan and almost voiceless plea for more when Tony finally finished his movement and closed his hand around him.
***
"You didn't tape us having sex, right?" Tony sat behind McGee, snuggling (and pretending he wasn't snuggling) against his back, watching as the red light of the sun slowly appeared over the tree line.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Not even if Abby threatened you?"
"Nope." McGee was distracted. Pushing buttons on his new cell, keeping clicking between the different folders.
"You did, didn't you?" Really, Tony knew McGee would never have taped them, but it was still fun to needle the Probie, keep him on his toes.
"No."
"Prove it."
McGee glared over his shoulder. "How the hell would I prove it?"
Tony shrugged, sure that McGee could feel the movement even now that he had turned back to continue fiddling with his phone. "Am I the tech geek or you?"
"There are many things I'd call you, 'tech geek' is definitely not one of them." Tony could hear the smile in McGee's voice and smiled softly to himself, getting pulled out of his thoughts when McGee exclaimed: "Ha!" and pointed his phone at the rising sun. "Finally figured it out."
Tony blinked. "You mean there was actually some kind of technology you were having problems with?"
McGee shrugged. "Not problems. But even for tech geeks the little machines sometimes don't do what they're supposed to."
Tony leaned his chin on McGee's shoulder. "That's very reassuring somehow."
They sat in silence for a little bit, watching as the sky flooded with colors, the orange ball getting bigger and bigger on the horizon until Tony had spots dancing in front of his eyes.
"This is almost like that scene in Brokeback Mountain."
"We didn't have a tent."
Tony snorted. Trust McGee to be so pragmatic about it. "And I hope to hell the ending is better."
He tightened his grip across Tim's chest and pulled him even closer against him.
"Yeah." McGee's voice was soft as they both continued to watch the sky, the small camera still recording the display in front of them until tired voices from up by the house announced the arrival of the ground radar techs.
The End
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