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Prompt: Tony/Gibbs on vacation. Maybe they're boyfriends out for a good time or a married couple blowing off steam. Where the heck does Tony talk him into - or was it Gibbs idea? It probably doesn't involve horses ;-) NC-17 is always welcome and loved, but not strictly necessary.
Archive: Sure, just ask first. :-)
Genre: Humor
Pairings: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the lint in my pockets and a bookcase full of psychology and crime books.
Word Count: ~4200
Summary: “Do we really have to sleep outside, Gibbs? Can't we find a hotel or something? I'd even settle for a cheap Motel 6.”
“I hate nature.”
“Nothing to be afraid of, Tony.” The corner of Gibbs' mouth quirked up in a small smile.
“I didn't say I was afraid of it.” Tony carefully stepped over a fallen tree, eyeing the large, rotting hole in it suspiciously. “I said that I hated it.”
“Ah, that's right.” Gibbs rolled his eyes, then nodded his head at a clump of branches above them. “Duck your head – banana spider is hanging there.”
Tony nearly jumped out of his skin and scrambled away from the web, his body nearly doubling over to avoid it. Gibbs stifled a snort.
“They won't kill you, you know.”
“They're venomous.” Tony scrubbed a hand through his hair, knocking imaginary spiders out of it.
“Yeah – but you won't keel over if you're bitten.”
“...but they are venomous.”
Gibbs growled and glared at Tony darkly. “Careful – I'll slip one in your shoe if you don't shut up.”
Tony's eyes snapped up to meet his. “You would not!”
Gibbs shrugged one shoulder and continued along the path, leaving a flustered Anthony DiNozzo behind him.
“C'mon, Gibbs.” Tony jogged to catch up with him. “You wouldn't do that.”
“I wouldn't?” Gibbs slid a look at him.
“Nope.”
Gibbs pretended to think about it for a moment, then he shrugged again. “Nah. I wouldn't.”
“Hah hah!” Tony grinned triumphantly.
“I'd put it in your coffee.”
Tony stumbled a little and spluttered. “That's a waste of perfectly good coffee!”
“It's not even coffee by the time you're through with it.”
“I enhance it.”
This time, Gibbs didn't bother to stifle his snort. He sidestepped another log, and shifted his backpack a little on his shoulder. Tony mumbled something incoherent and scratched the back of his neck. Gibbs glanced at him. Then Tony's brow furrowed, and he started scratching more vigorously. His face twisted into a confused grimace. “What the hell?”
“Quit scratching at it.” Gibbs stopped, grabbed Tony by the shoulder and tugged, effectively spinning him around. Tony let out a squeak of protest (later, he would say that it was a decidedly manly grunt), and he reflexively clamped his hand on the back of his neck. Gibbs yanked it away and inspected the large, angry red mark that was revealed.
“What is it? Did a spider bite me?” Tony shuddered. “A spider bit me. A big, fucking black widow. I'm gonna die. The poison's entering my spinal fluid, and I'll be paralyzed, and then I won't be able to do anything - won't be able to type up reports, headsmack McGee, jack off, give you a blow job-”
“Don't be an idiot.” Gibbs squeezed Tony's shoulder. “It's just a bug bite. You're not gonna die.” He smirked, and leaned in a little. “You'll still be able to give me blow jobs.”
Tony glanced over his shoulder peevishly. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
“...it still itches.”
Gibbs sighed through his nose, and looked skyward.
“I take it you want me to do something about that?”
“Well, yeah, that'd be-” Tony suddenly jumped and tried to squirm away, but he was held back by one of Gibbs' hands clutching at his shoulder. “Ow!”
“Hold still.”
“Why did you-”
“I'm not done yet, quit fidgeting.”
“But-” Tony jumped again at the sharp sensation in the back of his neck. “Stop that!”
Gibbs let him go then, and Tony jumped away from him. He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes wide and incredulous.
“What the hell did you do?”
“Made an X with my thumbnail.” Gibbs turned around and started walking down the path again. He heard the crunch of leaves as Tony followed.
“Huh?”
“You dig your nail into the bite, twice, and make an X.”
“That actually works?” Tony peered at him.
Gibbs frowned irritably. “Does it itch?”
Tony blinked, and concentrated. Then his eyes grew wide. “No. It doesn't.”
“Then it works.”
“Holy shit.”
Gibbs quirked an eyebrow in amusement, then he quickened his pace. “Get your ass in gear, DiNozzo. We need to find a clearing before dark.”
“Do we really have to sleep outside, Gibbs?” Tony appeared beside him, looking vaguely uncomfortable. “Can't we find a hotel or something? I'd even settle for a cheap Motel 6.”
Gibbs rolled his eyes, and cuffed him on the back of the head. “My idea. My rules. Besides...” Gibbs inhaled deeply. “Nature's good for you.”
Tony rubbed the back of his neck absently. “It hasn't been so far.”
“You said I could pick whatever I wanted for this trip.” Gibbs grinned. “I picked this.” He indicated the woods surrounding them with one sweep of his arm.
“I was nibbling your ear at the time, and I was hoping you'd pick something exotic, like Brazil, or-”
“I thought about Australia.”
A pause. “Australia?” Tony's head swiveled comically to look at him.
“The Outback, Tony.” Gibbs glanced at him. “You think this is bad?”
An expression akin to horror replaced the curious look, and Tony nearly tripped over a rock. He regained his balance, then plastered a grin on his face. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
“Not lately.”
“Well, I do. Just so you know.”
“I do.”
“So, does that mean-”
“No, we're still sleeping outside.”
Gibbs heard Tony's long, suffering sigh, but chose to ignore it. Tony finally fell silent, and Gibbs breathed in the silence. This is what he had needed – a day away from headquarters, a day not spent arguing with Vance, a day not spent staring at his idiot computer while trying to figure out the new layout of his email. And Tony was with him, and that made it damn near perfect, if he was completely honest with himself. Gibbs pursed his lips at his own sugary sentiment, and he caught Tony looking at him with a knowing glint in his eye. But he remained blissfully silent, much to Gibbs' relief.
They walked in companionable silence for a few minutes, Gibbs noting that Tony was finally taking in the sights. He held back a chuckle when Tony fixated on a snake in the path, eyes wide with fascination and slight fear. Tony jumped a little when a squirrel leaped overhead.
“How is it that you can stare down a crack addict with a gun, but a squirrel makes you piss your pants?” Gibbs asked.
“In my defense, I come across crack addicts all the time.” Tony furrowed his brow. “Actually, not so much anymore. Back in Baltimore, oh yeah. But there was that one guy two weeks ago, and boy, was he tweaking, and-” Tony caught Gibbs' glare, and stuttered to a halt. “Ah, guess you know. You were there. But, anyway, crack addicts don't leap above my head and make strange clicking sounds.” Tony paused. “Wait, they do make strange clicking sounds. But that's-”
Gibbs was sorely tempted to throw a rock at him. “You're lucky you're spewing that idiocy six feet away, Tony, or-”
“You'd knock my head off?”
Gibbs just looked at him, and Tony grinned. “You love me for it.”
Gibbs didn't say anything, but he did smile. Maybe he did.
“And I've noticed that you're much more lenient nowadays.”
Trust Tony to throw something like that at him from way out of left field. The smile disappeared from his face, and Gibbs scowled at him. “I'm what?”
“Lenient.” Tony hopped over gnarled root that was slowly integrating itself into the dirt path. “More forgiving. More likely to not hit me if I say something stupid.”
“I'm not any more or less lenient than I've ever been.”
“Hah!” Tony snorted as he batted at an unseen bug. “You think I haven't noticed it? I notice everything about you. And if we weren't dating, that would be creepy.”
“You did that before we were dating.”
“Good point. But that's in the past. The real point here, is that you've gone soft.” Tony pretended to study a smudge of dirt on his sweater.
“C'mere, DiNozzo – let me show you how soft I am.”
Tony looked up. “I get the feeling that that wasn't supposed to be sexy.”
“No.”
“Would you think I was weird if I said it was anyway?”
Gibbs couldn't help it; he stopped scowling and smiled again. He smiled a lot more lately.
“Nah.”
Tony's grin grew impossibly wider, and he had a distinct spring in his step for the next ten minutes. Then Gibbs felt Tony's eyes on him, and he sighed internally.
“What?”
“You have gone soft. You just let that whole thing go!”
Tony dodged the stick that Gibbs threw at him and ran ahead on the path, laughing.
--
An hour later, Gibbs and Tony came across a small clearing in the woods. Gibbs wandered off in search of firewood, and Tony was stuck with the task of setting up the tent.
“Shit,” Tony cursed when one of the aluminum rods whipped up and almost smacked him in the face. He wrestled with the tent for a while, then sat back on his heels when the whole thing collapsed in on itself. Gibbs was met with a stony glare when he returned, arms full of timber.
“You just had to give me tent duty, didn't you?”
Gibbs shrugged. “Figured you'd be able to handle it.”
“I can handle anything. But not something that is possessed by the devil.”
“You handle Vance on a regular basis.”
“...point taken.”
Gibbs dumped the firewood to the side. He walked over to Tony and nudged him with his boot, toppling him over into the dirt.
“Hey!”
“Move over.”
“You kinda already made me.”
“Move over some more.”
Tony rolled his eyes and scooted away from the fallen tent. When Gibbs bent over to pick up the pieces, he whistled appreciatively.
“You should really wear those jeans more often, Gibbs.” Tony waggled his eyebrows.
“Maybe you should be starting the fire instead of staring at my ass.”
“But you have such a nice ass. Well-shaped, firm. Bet I could bounce a quarter off it.”
Gibbs snorted derisively. “Doubt it.”
“Aw, you sell yourself short.” Tony's eyes wandered down further. “And you're definitely not short.”
“Tony. Fire.”
“On it, boss!”
While Tony busied himself with the firewood, Gibbs built their tent. There was one moment where Gibbs thought he'd get his eye poked out with one of the support rods, but he managed to duck his head in time. At least wood didn't bend and smack you in the head when you weren't looking. But he managed to wrestle the tent into submission, and when everything was in place, he looked up expectantly at Tony.
“Not done yet?”
“Oh, and like you're done-” Tony glanced up, and then he scowled. “Seriously, Gibbs?”
Gibbs grinned.
Tony dug into his pocket for a matchbook, grumbling about smug Marines, when Gibbs stopped him.
“Ah ah, Tony.”
Tony stilled, his hand still buried in his jeans pocket. At the raised eyebrows on his boss' face, his gaze grew plaintive.
“Oh no. I am not starting this fire without matches.”
Gibbs crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
“C'mon! That'll take forever!”
“Then you better get started.”
Tony scoffed, and Gibbs could see that he desperately wanted to kick at a few rocks. And possibly throw some of those rocks in his general direction. Gibbs pitched his voice lower, and drawled, “I'll make it worth your while.”
Tony narrowed his eyes. “Really?”
“Really.”
Tony studied him for a moment, then snorted. “You better.” He planted his hands on his hips and looked around. “I take it just rubbing two sticks together won't work so well, huh?”
“The movies aren't always right, Tony.”
Tony grumbled and kicked at some dirt. “You're real lousy. You know that?”
“Ah,” Gibbs said. “You love me for it.”
Tony sniffed. “It can be hard sometimes, you know.”
“I bet.”
“Downright torture.”
“Stephanie told me that once.”
Tony shrugged. “But yeah. I guess I do.” He turned to his backpack on the ground, and missed Gibbs' soft smile.
Tony dug around his backpack for a few moments, then he beamed. “Ah ha!” He pulled out a condom with a flourish.
Gibbs faltered. “A condom?”
“Yes. A condom.” Tony smirked.
“What are you-”
“Watch and learn, Gibbs.” Tony pulled out an extra water bottle and unscrewed the cap. He filled the condom with water.
“I used to make condom balloons all the time in college,” Tony said conversationally. “We threw them at chicks to piss them off.” He tied off the end of the condom and held it up for Gibbs to see. Then he looked up at the sky, squinting his eyes against the sun, before looking down at the fire wood. He rustled up some tinder and arranged it. With one more glance at the sky, Tony squeezed the middle of the condom and angled it so it caught the sun's rays. Two small circles of light appeared on the tinder, and Tony adjusted the angle and squeezed the condom some more to get the shape he wanted. A few moments passed, and then the tinder started smoldering.
Tony leaned forward expectantly and crooned, “C'mon. Just a little more. You can do it.”
When the tinder burst into flame, Tony whooped and jumped up. “Ha ha!” He tossed the condom balloon in the air and caught it when it came down. “How's that for innovation?” He bent down again to place the tinder in a better spot, and watched as the wood caught fire. “Burn baby, burn!”
Gibbs threw back his head and laughed. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked up until he was standing next to Tony. He cocked his head.
“Do I want to know where you learned that?”
“Some magazine that I read on a plane.” Tony grinned.
“And it told you how to start a fire. With a condom.”
“Awesome, isn't it?”
--
The fire continued to burn merrily when the sun sank, plunging the area into darkness. Tony was huddled in front of the fire, a blanket wrapped around him. He shivered.
“Christ, it's cold out here.”
Gibbs pulled his own blanket around him. “It's bracing.”
“'Bracing' isn't supposed to feel like my balls are about to break off.”
Gibbs swayed into Tony, bumping his shoulder with his own. “Admit it. You like it out here.”
“It sucks out here.”
“C'mon, Tony.” Gibbs swayed into Tony again, this time leaning over a little more so he could nuzzle under Tony's jaw.
“Aw, Gibbs. Don't-”
“Don't what?”
“Don't... Don't – fuck.”
Gibbs nibbled at the sliver of skin not covered by a blanket. “Don't want me to fuck you?”
Tony moaned and leaned into Gibbs' touch. “Well, you do owe me for starting the fire.” He scooted closer to Gibbs and arched his neck. “We better take this to the tent. I don't want a deer to come by and shove its nose up my ass.”
“Dogs do that, Tony. Deers would probably be scared shitless at the sight of your ass.”
“That's insulting. I have a very fine ass.”
Gibbs sank his teeth into the soft skin under Tony's jaw. “Yeah. Ya do.”
Tony let the blanket slip a little, exposing more of his neck. Gibbs dipped his tongue into the hollow of Tony's throat, and he could feel the rumble of a suppressed moan.
“Let me hear you.” Gibbs licked the salty skin again, and he felt another rumble. “No one here but us.”
“Wolves... bears... big fucking animals-” Tony managed to gasp out.
“Don't worry.” Gibbs pulled the blanket down further as he shrugged off his own. “I'll protect you.”
“My hero,” Tony said wryly.
All thoughts of retreating to the tent were banished as Gibbs slid his hands under Tony's sweater. He tilted his head and brushed his lips against Tony's, featherlight and teasing. He felt Tony shiver, but not from the cold.
Gibbs pushed Tony backwards, the blanket cushioning them when they met the ground. Gibbs pulled his hands out from under Tony's sweater so he could push it up, exposing tanned skin. He ducked his head and gently blew air over Tony's stomach, causing him to jump and mumble something. What he said exactly, Gibbs wasn't quite sure, but at this point, he didn't care.
Gibbs slid back until he was level with Tony's crotch. He reached up and unsnapped the jeans and tugged down the zipper. He pulled the jeans down as Tony bucked beneath him, simultaneously trying to increase the friction and to gain more leverage so he could kick off his sneakers. Gibbs shifted to give him more room, and soon the sneakers were kicked off, landing with a dull thump somewhere behind him. Gibbs toed off his own boots, then reached down to peel off both their socks. He looked up at Tony, who was flushed and panting.
“Still cold?” Gibbs teased.
Tony dragged in a ragged breath. “Not really, no.”
Gibbs responded by hooking his fingers in the waistband of Tony's jeans and boxers and yanking them down the rest of the way, sliding them over the curve of his ass. Tony grabbed Gibbs' zipper and jerked it down. Gibbs hissed when Tony's cool hands brushed against his stomach, and he scooted backward and made quick work of his own jeans. He'd leave on their sweaters for now – after all, it was still cold out. Gibbs grinned ferally and leaned over Tony. Not that they had any problem generating heat.
He studied the hard cock in front of him for a moment, then glanced up at Tony, who was looking down at him, his eyes half-hooded. The fire cast unearthly shadows on his face, accentuating the sharp planes, making him look wild, dangerous, and unpredictable. Gibbs shivered at the power undulating just underneath the surface, and he marveled at the fact that it was his. His, and no one else's. He'd make sure that everyone, including Tony, knew that.
With that thought in mind, he bent down and slowly licked Tony's cock from base to tip. Tony inhaled sharply and tried to thrust, but Gibbs firmly held him down. He continued the slow, languorous licks, savoring the salty and slightly bitter flavor, tasting it as it slid around his tongue and teased the back of his throat. He gently licked away the drop of fluid that leaked out of the tip, and then he dipped his tongue into the slit, and the flavor intensified.
When Tony started to thrash and buck, despite Gibbs' strong grip on his hips, Gibbs decided that this particular torture had run its course. So he slowly engulfed Tony's length, inch by glorious inch, and he felt Tony shudder. Just as slowly, Gibbs dragged his lips upward, and he let his teeth graze the hard flesh in his mouth. At Tony's stuttered moan, Gibbs mentally grinned.
“You know...” Gibbs contemplated the cock before him, and gave it a thoughtful lick. Tony whimpered. “I've thought about fucking in the woods.”
“R-really?” Tony bit out between clenched teeth.
“Bet you have, too.” Another lick.
“Uh...” Tony swallowed. “Maybe.”
Gibbs inhaled the musky scent of his lover, and closed his eyes. “You have.” He looked up and saw Tony nodding his head, quick, jerky movements that caught the firelight.
“Don't think it went like this in my head, Jethro,” Tony whispered.
“No?”
Tony shook his head, and a small moan escaped him. Gibbs nuzzled his thigh, and nipped it.
“Tell me why.”
Tony groaned in frustration and thunked his head on the ground. He arched into Gibbs' touch, then let out an indignant cry when the touch moved away a little. Tony eyed him accusingly.
“Since when,” Tony panted. “Do you want me talking in bed?”
“We're not in bed.”
Tony smacked Gibbs' leg with his foot, and Gibbs huffed a laugh. His lover was rubbing off on him, apparently. He rested his head on Tony's leg again, and pressed a soft kiss to his thigh.
“Humor me.”
Tony stared at him for a moment, and then his gaze softened, his green eyes shifting colors in the light. His breathing slowed down, and he licked his lips. “Never thought I'd get the chance. To be here with you, I mean. Let alone have sex outside.” Tony ran a hand through Gibbs' short hair, and sighed. “Do we have to get all mushy now?”
“No, Tony.” Gibbs laughed. “We don't have to get mushy.”
“Because, y'know, I don't want to have to do my whole 'I'm madly in love with you' speech.” Tony shifted. “Makes me uncomfortable.”
“Nah.” Gibbs ran a hand up Tony's calf. “Makes me uncomfortable too.”
“Good. Now shut up and blow me.”
“There's that DiNozzo charm you're always bragging about.” Gibbs sucked down Tony's cock before he could formulate a response, and Gibbs relished in the shocked gasp that the action elicited. When he swallowed around the head, he felt Tony's body tense and his balls draw up. He quickly wrapped a hand around the base of Tony's cock and squeezed, and Tony keened.
“Ah! You b-bastard...!”
Gibbs slid up Tony's body and nipped at his jaw again. He imagined that Tony would have quite a bruise there by the end of the trip. No turtleneck would cover it, and Gibbs smiled predatorily. No one may not know who exactly put it there, but they'd know that Tony was taken. He grabbed Tony's backpack and pulled it to him, opening a compartment and reaching inside for a condom and some lube.
“Anticipation, Tony.” Gibbs licked his lips. “Learn to live with it.”
“I'd rather have an orgasm,” Tony groused breathlessly.
Gibbs found a condom and a bottle of lube, and he hastily pushed the backpack out of the way. He flicked open the cap of the lube and squirted some in the palm of his hand. He warmed it up between his fingers, then slid his hand between Tony's legs. Tony spread his thighs, shifting his hips a little, allowing Gibbs to prepare him quickly. Tony breathed harshly though his nose and grunted softly at the burn. Gibbs ripped open the condom packet and slipped on the latex, and he stroked himself a couple of times, drawing out a moan. Then he positioned himself between Tony's legs and thrust forward forcefully, burying himself halfway. Tony hissed and angled his hips more, driving the hard cock in him further.
Gibbs rolled his hips, a slow grind that involved little to no thrusting, and he could feel Tony's frustration rising. He kissed him softly, just a small movement of lips. It quickly became more involved, and soon the kiss grew rough, teeth biting and almost drawing blood, and tongues twining together. Gibbs breathed though his nose and kept up the tortuous grinding, adding a small thrust here and there. Tony lifted his legs and hooked them behind Gibbs' ass, hinting not-too-subtly that he'd like more action, now please, before he burst from lust and sexual frustration.
So Gibbs gave it to him.
He broke the kiss and started to thrust, really thrust, moving his hips and searching for that one spot. When he hit it, Tony arched his back and cried out. Gibbs became mesmerized by the shadows that danced across Tony's abdomen, and he chased them with his tongue.
Gibbs hastily tugged off his sweater with one hand, too hot to have it on for one more moment, and he decided that Tony need to be completely naked too, now. Skin to skin, sweat mingling, bodies merging, yes, he needed that, wanted it now, and he impatiently pushed Tony's sweater up, urging him to move his arms above his head, hurry up, dammit, and then the sweater was pushed off, and yes they were skin to skin, and this was so much better, and he needed to come before he exploded into a million pieces.
Now.
God yes, now.
Tony was moaning continuously now, his head thrown back, his skin flushed and glistening in the firelight, his chest heaving, and Gibbs knew that he was close too. So very close, and he just needed to concentrate on that one spot, keep his hips moving, thrusting, pounding, and they'd be there, on the edge, over the edge. Gibbs gritted his teeth and grunted, the muscles in his arms and back bunching, and then he felt something sticky on his stomach, and he knew, fuck yes he knew, and now he could let go. He arched his back and moaned, his eyes slitted in pleasure, and he came.
He collapsed onto Tony, sweat and come sealing their skin together. Tony's thighs quivered, and he panted, his breath displacing Gibbs' hair, dark gray with sweat. Gibbs buried his nose in the crook of Tony's neck, and he inhaled deeply, the scent of sweat and mind-blowing sex permeating his brain. Tony drew in a deep breath.
“Shit.”
Gibbs just concentrated on breathing.
“...shit.”
Gibbs lifted his head and raised an eyebrow. “You've said that already.”
“Because that's all I have to say. Shit.”
Gibbs chuckled and moved his hips, rolling his now soft cock in Tony's body, making both of them hiss.
“Stop torturing me,” Tony moaned.
“You love it.” Gibbs butted his nose against Tony's jaw. He felt rather than saw his lover's grin.
“Yeah,” Tony said softly. “I do.”
Author:
spoonyrifficWritten for:
justhumanPrompt: Tony/Gibbs on vacation. Maybe they're boyfriends out for a good time or a married couple blowing off steam. Where the heck does Tony talk him into - or was it Gibbs idea? It probably doesn't involve horses ;-) NC-17 is always welcome and loved, but not strictly necessary.
Archive: Sure, just ask first. :-)
Genre: Humor
Pairings: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the lint in my pockets and a bookcase full of psychology and crime books.
Word Count: ~4200
Summary: “Do we really have to sleep outside, Gibbs? Can't we find a hotel or something? I'd even settle for a cheap Motel 6.”
“I hate nature.”
“Nothing to be afraid of, Tony.” The corner of Gibbs' mouth quirked up in a small smile.
“I didn't say I was afraid of it.” Tony carefully stepped over a fallen tree, eyeing the large, rotting hole in it suspiciously. “I said that I hated it.”
“Ah, that's right.” Gibbs rolled his eyes, then nodded his head at a clump of branches above them. “Duck your head – banana spider is hanging there.”
Tony nearly jumped out of his skin and scrambled away from the web, his body nearly doubling over to avoid it. Gibbs stifled a snort.
“They won't kill you, you know.”
“They're venomous.” Tony scrubbed a hand through his hair, knocking imaginary spiders out of it.
“Yeah – but you won't keel over if you're bitten.”
“...but they are venomous.”
Gibbs growled and glared at Tony darkly. “Careful – I'll slip one in your shoe if you don't shut up.”
Tony's eyes snapped up to meet his. “You would not!”
Gibbs shrugged one shoulder and continued along the path, leaving a flustered Anthony DiNozzo behind him.
“C'mon, Gibbs.” Tony jogged to catch up with him. “You wouldn't do that.”
“I wouldn't?” Gibbs slid a look at him.
“Nope.”
Gibbs pretended to think about it for a moment, then he shrugged again. “Nah. I wouldn't.”
“Hah hah!” Tony grinned triumphantly.
“I'd put it in your coffee.”
Tony stumbled a little and spluttered. “That's a waste of perfectly good coffee!”
“It's not even coffee by the time you're through with it.”
“I enhance it.”
This time, Gibbs didn't bother to stifle his snort. He sidestepped another log, and shifted his backpack a little on his shoulder. Tony mumbled something incoherent and scratched the back of his neck. Gibbs glanced at him. Then Tony's brow furrowed, and he started scratching more vigorously. His face twisted into a confused grimace. “What the hell?”
“Quit scratching at it.” Gibbs stopped, grabbed Tony by the shoulder and tugged, effectively spinning him around. Tony let out a squeak of protest (later, he would say that it was a decidedly manly grunt), and he reflexively clamped his hand on the back of his neck. Gibbs yanked it away and inspected the large, angry red mark that was revealed.
“What is it? Did a spider bite me?” Tony shuddered. “A spider bit me. A big, fucking black widow. I'm gonna die. The poison's entering my spinal fluid, and I'll be paralyzed, and then I won't be able to do anything - won't be able to type up reports, headsmack McGee, jack off, give you a blow job-”
“Don't be an idiot.” Gibbs squeezed Tony's shoulder. “It's just a bug bite. You're not gonna die.” He smirked, and leaned in a little. “You'll still be able to give me blow jobs.”
Tony glanced over his shoulder peevishly. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
“...it still itches.”
Gibbs sighed through his nose, and looked skyward.
“I take it you want me to do something about that?”
“Well, yeah, that'd be-” Tony suddenly jumped and tried to squirm away, but he was held back by one of Gibbs' hands clutching at his shoulder. “Ow!”
“Hold still.”
“Why did you-”
“I'm not done yet, quit fidgeting.”
“But-” Tony jumped again at the sharp sensation in the back of his neck. “Stop that!”
Gibbs let him go then, and Tony jumped away from him. He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes wide and incredulous.
“What the hell did you do?”
“Made an X with my thumbnail.” Gibbs turned around and started walking down the path again. He heard the crunch of leaves as Tony followed.
“Huh?”
“You dig your nail into the bite, twice, and make an X.”
“That actually works?” Tony peered at him.
Gibbs frowned irritably. “Does it itch?”
Tony blinked, and concentrated. Then his eyes grew wide. “No. It doesn't.”
“Then it works.”
“Holy shit.”
Gibbs quirked an eyebrow in amusement, then he quickened his pace. “Get your ass in gear, DiNozzo. We need to find a clearing before dark.”
“Do we really have to sleep outside, Gibbs?” Tony appeared beside him, looking vaguely uncomfortable. “Can't we find a hotel or something? I'd even settle for a cheap Motel 6.”
Gibbs rolled his eyes, and cuffed him on the back of the head. “My idea. My rules. Besides...” Gibbs inhaled deeply. “Nature's good for you.”
Tony rubbed the back of his neck absently. “It hasn't been so far.”
“You said I could pick whatever I wanted for this trip.” Gibbs grinned. “I picked this.” He indicated the woods surrounding them with one sweep of his arm.
“I was nibbling your ear at the time, and I was hoping you'd pick something exotic, like Brazil, or-”
“I thought about Australia.”
A pause. “Australia?” Tony's head swiveled comically to look at him.
“The Outback, Tony.” Gibbs glanced at him. “You think this is bad?”
An expression akin to horror replaced the curious look, and Tony nearly tripped over a rock. He regained his balance, then plastered a grin on his face. “Have I told you how much I love you?”
“Not lately.”
“Well, I do. Just so you know.”
“I do.”
“So, does that mean-”
“No, we're still sleeping outside.”
Gibbs heard Tony's long, suffering sigh, but chose to ignore it. Tony finally fell silent, and Gibbs breathed in the silence. This is what he had needed – a day away from headquarters, a day not spent arguing with Vance, a day not spent staring at his idiot computer while trying to figure out the new layout of his email. And Tony was with him, and that made it damn near perfect, if he was completely honest with himself. Gibbs pursed his lips at his own sugary sentiment, and he caught Tony looking at him with a knowing glint in his eye. But he remained blissfully silent, much to Gibbs' relief.
They walked in companionable silence for a few minutes, Gibbs noting that Tony was finally taking in the sights. He held back a chuckle when Tony fixated on a snake in the path, eyes wide with fascination and slight fear. Tony jumped a little when a squirrel leaped overhead.
“How is it that you can stare down a crack addict with a gun, but a squirrel makes you piss your pants?” Gibbs asked.
“In my defense, I come across crack addicts all the time.” Tony furrowed his brow. “Actually, not so much anymore. Back in Baltimore, oh yeah. But there was that one guy two weeks ago, and boy, was he tweaking, and-” Tony caught Gibbs' glare, and stuttered to a halt. “Ah, guess you know. You were there. But, anyway, crack addicts don't leap above my head and make strange clicking sounds.” Tony paused. “Wait, they do make strange clicking sounds. But that's-”
Gibbs was sorely tempted to throw a rock at him. “You're lucky you're spewing that idiocy six feet away, Tony, or-”
“You'd knock my head off?”
Gibbs just looked at him, and Tony grinned. “You love me for it.”
Gibbs didn't say anything, but he did smile. Maybe he did.
“And I've noticed that you're much more lenient nowadays.”
Trust Tony to throw something like that at him from way out of left field. The smile disappeared from his face, and Gibbs scowled at him. “I'm what?”
“Lenient.” Tony hopped over gnarled root that was slowly integrating itself into the dirt path. “More forgiving. More likely to not hit me if I say something stupid.”
“I'm not any more or less lenient than I've ever been.”
“Hah!” Tony snorted as he batted at an unseen bug. “You think I haven't noticed it? I notice everything about you. And if we weren't dating, that would be creepy.”
“You did that before we were dating.”
“Good point. But that's in the past. The real point here, is that you've gone soft.” Tony pretended to study a smudge of dirt on his sweater.
“C'mere, DiNozzo – let me show you how soft I am.”
Tony looked up. “I get the feeling that that wasn't supposed to be sexy.”
“No.”
“Would you think I was weird if I said it was anyway?”
Gibbs couldn't help it; he stopped scowling and smiled again. He smiled a lot more lately.
“Nah.”
Tony's grin grew impossibly wider, and he had a distinct spring in his step for the next ten minutes. Then Gibbs felt Tony's eyes on him, and he sighed internally.
“What?”
“You have gone soft. You just let that whole thing go!”
Tony dodged the stick that Gibbs threw at him and ran ahead on the path, laughing.
--
An hour later, Gibbs and Tony came across a small clearing in the woods. Gibbs wandered off in search of firewood, and Tony was stuck with the task of setting up the tent.
“Shit,” Tony cursed when one of the aluminum rods whipped up and almost smacked him in the face. He wrestled with the tent for a while, then sat back on his heels when the whole thing collapsed in on itself. Gibbs was met with a stony glare when he returned, arms full of timber.
“You just had to give me tent duty, didn't you?”
Gibbs shrugged. “Figured you'd be able to handle it.”
“I can handle anything. But not something that is possessed by the devil.”
“You handle Vance on a regular basis.”
“...point taken.”
Gibbs dumped the firewood to the side. He walked over to Tony and nudged him with his boot, toppling him over into the dirt.
“Hey!”
“Move over.”
“You kinda already made me.”
“Move over some more.”
Tony rolled his eyes and scooted away from the fallen tent. When Gibbs bent over to pick up the pieces, he whistled appreciatively.
“You should really wear those jeans more often, Gibbs.” Tony waggled his eyebrows.
“Maybe you should be starting the fire instead of staring at my ass.”
“But you have such a nice ass. Well-shaped, firm. Bet I could bounce a quarter off it.”
Gibbs snorted derisively. “Doubt it.”
“Aw, you sell yourself short.” Tony's eyes wandered down further. “And you're definitely not short.”
“Tony. Fire.”
“On it, boss!”
While Tony busied himself with the firewood, Gibbs built their tent. There was one moment where Gibbs thought he'd get his eye poked out with one of the support rods, but he managed to duck his head in time. At least wood didn't bend and smack you in the head when you weren't looking. But he managed to wrestle the tent into submission, and when everything was in place, he looked up expectantly at Tony.
“Not done yet?”
“Oh, and like you're done-” Tony glanced up, and then he scowled. “Seriously, Gibbs?”
Gibbs grinned.
Tony dug into his pocket for a matchbook, grumbling about smug Marines, when Gibbs stopped him.
“Ah ah, Tony.”
Tony stilled, his hand still buried in his jeans pocket. At the raised eyebrows on his boss' face, his gaze grew plaintive.
“Oh no. I am not starting this fire without matches.”
Gibbs crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
“C'mon! That'll take forever!”
“Then you better get started.”
Tony scoffed, and Gibbs could see that he desperately wanted to kick at a few rocks. And possibly throw some of those rocks in his general direction. Gibbs pitched his voice lower, and drawled, “I'll make it worth your while.”
Tony narrowed his eyes. “Really?”
“Really.”
Tony studied him for a moment, then snorted. “You better.” He planted his hands on his hips and looked around. “I take it just rubbing two sticks together won't work so well, huh?”
“The movies aren't always right, Tony.”
Tony grumbled and kicked at some dirt. “You're real lousy. You know that?”
“Ah,” Gibbs said. “You love me for it.”
Tony sniffed. “It can be hard sometimes, you know.”
“I bet.”
“Downright torture.”
“Stephanie told me that once.”
Tony shrugged. “But yeah. I guess I do.” He turned to his backpack on the ground, and missed Gibbs' soft smile.
Tony dug around his backpack for a few moments, then he beamed. “Ah ha!” He pulled out a condom with a flourish.
Gibbs faltered. “A condom?”
“Yes. A condom.” Tony smirked.
“What are you-”
“Watch and learn, Gibbs.” Tony pulled out an extra water bottle and unscrewed the cap. He filled the condom with water.
“I used to make condom balloons all the time in college,” Tony said conversationally. “We threw them at chicks to piss them off.” He tied off the end of the condom and held it up for Gibbs to see. Then he looked up at the sky, squinting his eyes against the sun, before looking down at the fire wood. He rustled up some tinder and arranged it. With one more glance at the sky, Tony squeezed the middle of the condom and angled it so it caught the sun's rays. Two small circles of light appeared on the tinder, and Tony adjusted the angle and squeezed the condom some more to get the shape he wanted. A few moments passed, and then the tinder started smoldering.
Tony leaned forward expectantly and crooned, “C'mon. Just a little more. You can do it.”
When the tinder burst into flame, Tony whooped and jumped up. “Ha ha!” He tossed the condom balloon in the air and caught it when it came down. “How's that for innovation?” He bent down again to place the tinder in a better spot, and watched as the wood caught fire. “Burn baby, burn!”
Gibbs threw back his head and laughed. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked up until he was standing next to Tony. He cocked his head.
“Do I want to know where you learned that?”
“Some magazine that I read on a plane.” Tony grinned.
“And it told you how to start a fire. With a condom.”
“Awesome, isn't it?”
--
The fire continued to burn merrily when the sun sank, plunging the area into darkness. Tony was huddled in front of the fire, a blanket wrapped around him. He shivered.
“Christ, it's cold out here.”
Gibbs pulled his own blanket around him. “It's bracing.”
“'Bracing' isn't supposed to feel like my balls are about to break off.”
Gibbs swayed into Tony, bumping his shoulder with his own. “Admit it. You like it out here.”
“It sucks out here.”
“C'mon, Tony.” Gibbs swayed into Tony again, this time leaning over a little more so he could nuzzle under Tony's jaw.
“Aw, Gibbs. Don't-”
“Don't what?”
“Don't... Don't – fuck.”
Gibbs nibbled at the sliver of skin not covered by a blanket. “Don't want me to fuck you?”
Tony moaned and leaned into Gibbs' touch. “Well, you do owe me for starting the fire.” He scooted closer to Gibbs and arched his neck. “We better take this to the tent. I don't want a deer to come by and shove its nose up my ass.”
“Dogs do that, Tony. Deers would probably be scared shitless at the sight of your ass.”
“That's insulting. I have a very fine ass.”
Gibbs sank his teeth into the soft skin under Tony's jaw. “Yeah. Ya do.”
Tony let the blanket slip a little, exposing more of his neck. Gibbs dipped his tongue into the hollow of Tony's throat, and he could feel the rumble of a suppressed moan.
“Let me hear you.” Gibbs licked the salty skin again, and he felt another rumble. “No one here but us.”
“Wolves... bears... big fucking animals-” Tony managed to gasp out.
“Don't worry.” Gibbs pulled the blanket down further as he shrugged off his own. “I'll protect you.”
“My hero,” Tony said wryly.
All thoughts of retreating to the tent were banished as Gibbs slid his hands under Tony's sweater. He tilted his head and brushed his lips against Tony's, featherlight and teasing. He felt Tony shiver, but not from the cold.
Gibbs pushed Tony backwards, the blanket cushioning them when they met the ground. Gibbs pulled his hands out from under Tony's sweater so he could push it up, exposing tanned skin. He ducked his head and gently blew air over Tony's stomach, causing him to jump and mumble something. What he said exactly, Gibbs wasn't quite sure, but at this point, he didn't care.
Gibbs slid back until he was level with Tony's crotch. He reached up and unsnapped the jeans and tugged down the zipper. He pulled the jeans down as Tony bucked beneath him, simultaneously trying to increase the friction and to gain more leverage so he could kick off his sneakers. Gibbs shifted to give him more room, and soon the sneakers were kicked off, landing with a dull thump somewhere behind him. Gibbs toed off his own boots, then reached down to peel off both their socks. He looked up at Tony, who was flushed and panting.
“Still cold?” Gibbs teased.
Tony dragged in a ragged breath. “Not really, no.”
Gibbs responded by hooking his fingers in the waistband of Tony's jeans and boxers and yanking them down the rest of the way, sliding them over the curve of his ass. Tony grabbed Gibbs' zipper and jerked it down. Gibbs hissed when Tony's cool hands brushed against his stomach, and he scooted backward and made quick work of his own jeans. He'd leave on their sweaters for now – after all, it was still cold out. Gibbs grinned ferally and leaned over Tony. Not that they had any problem generating heat.
He studied the hard cock in front of him for a moment, then glanced up at Tony, who was looking down at him, his eyes half-hooded. The fire cast unearthly shadows on his face, accentuating the sharp planes, making him look wild, dangerous, and unpredictable. Gibbs shivered at the power undulating just underneath the surface, and he marveled at the fact that it was his. His, and no one else's. He'd make sure that everyone, including Tony, knew that.
With that thought in mind, he bent down and slowly licked Tony's cock from base to tip. Tony inhaled sharply and tried to thrust, but Gibbs firmly held him down. He continued the slow, languorous licks, savoring the salty and slightly bitter flavor, tasting it as it slid around his tongue and teased the back of his throat. He gently licked away the drop of fluid that leaked out of the tip, and then he dipped his tongue into the slit, and the flavor intensified.
When Tony started to thrash and buck, despite Gibbs' strong grip on his hips, Gibbs decided that this particular torture had run its course. So he slowly engulfed Tony's length, inch by glorious inch, and he felt Tony shudder. Just as slowly, Gibbs dragged his lips upward, and he let his teeth graze the hard flesh in his mouth. At Tony's stuttered moan, Gibbs mentally grinned.
“You know...” Gibbs contemplated the cock before him, and gave it a thoughtful lick. Tony whimpered. “I've thought about fucking in the woods.”
“R-really?” Tony bit out between clenched teeth.
“Bet you have, too.” Another lick.
“Uh...” Tony swallowed. “Maybe.”
Gibbs inhaled the musky scent of his lover, and closed his eyes. “You have.” He looked up and saw Tony nodding his head, quick, jerky movements that caught the firelight.
“Don't think it went like this in my head, Jethro,” Tony whispered.
“No?”
Tony shook his head, and a small moan escaped him. Gibbs nuzzled his thigh, and nipped it.
“Tell me why.”
Tony groaned in frustration and thunked his head on the ground. He arched into Gibbs' touch, then let out an indignant cry when the touch moved away a little. Tony eyed him accusingly.
“Since when,” Tony panted. “Do you want me talking in bed?”
“We're not in bed.”
Tony smacked Gibbs' leg with his foot, and Gibbs huffed a laugh. His lover was rubbing off on him, apparently. He rested his head on Tony's leg again, and pressed a soft kiss to his thigh.
“Humor me.”
Tony stared at him for a moment, and then his gaze softened, his green eyes shifting colors in the light. His breathing slowed down, and he licked his lips. “Never thought I'd get the chance. To be here with you, I mean. Let alone have sex outside.” Tony ran a hand through Gibbs' short hair, and sighed. “Do we have to get all mushy now?”
“No, Tony.” Gibbs laughed. “We don't have to get mushy.”
“Because, y'know, I don't want to have to do my whole 'I'm madly in love with you' speech.” Tony shifted. “Makes me uncomfortable.”
“Nah.” Gibbs ran a hand up Tony's calf. “Makes me uncomfortable too.”
“Good. Now shut up and blow me.”
“There's that DiNozzo charm you're always bragging about.” Gibbs sucked down Tony's cock before he could formulate a response, and Gibbs relished in the shocked gasp that the action elicited. When he swallowed around the head, he felt Tony's body tense and his balls draw up. He quickly wrapped a hand around the base of Tony's cock and squeezed, and Tony keened.
“Ah! You b-bastard...!”
Gibbs slid up Tony's body and nipped at his jaw again. He imagined that Tony would have quite a bruise there by the end of the trip. No turtleneck would cover it, and Gibbs smiled predatorily. No one may not know who exactly put it there, but they'd know that Tony was taken. He grabbed Tony's backpack and pulled it to him, opening a compartment and reaching inside for a condom and some lube.
“Anticipation, Tony.” Gibbs licked his lips. “Learn to live with it.”
“I'd rather have an orgasm,” Tony groused breathlessly.
Gibbs found a condom and a bottle of lube, and he hastily pushed the backpack out of the way. He flicked open the cap of the lube and squirted some in the palm of his hand. He warmed it up between his fingers, then slid his hand between Tony's legs. Tony spread his thighs, shifting his hips a little, allowing Gibbs to prepare him quickly. Tony breathed harshly though his nose and grunted softly at the burn. Gibbs ripped open the condom packet and slipped on the latex, and he stroked himself a couple of times, drawing out a moan. Then he positioned himself between Tony's legs and thrust forward forcefully, burying himself halfway. Tony hissed and angled his hips more, driving the hard cock in him further.
Gibbs rolled his hips, a slow grind that involved little to no thrusting, and he could feel Tony's frustration rising. He kissed him softly, just a small movement of lips. It quickly became more involved, and soon the kiss grew rough, teeth biting and almost drawing blood, and tongues twining together. Gibbs breathed though his nose and kept up the tortuous grinding, adding a small thrust here and there. Tony lifted his legs and hooked them behind Gibbs' ass, hinting not-too-subtly that he'd like more action, now please, before he burst from lust and sexual frustration.
So Gibbs gave it to him.
He broke the kiss and started to thrust, really thrust, moving his hips and searching for that one spot. When he hit it, Tony arched his back and cried out. Gibbs became mesmerized by the shadows that danced across Tony's abdomen, and he chased them with his tongue.
Gibbs hastily tugged off his sweater with one hand, too hot to have it on for one more moment, and he decided that Tony need to be completely naked too, now. Skin to skin, sweat mingling, bodies merging, yes, he needed that, wanted it now, and he impatiently pushed Tony's sweater up, urging him to move his arms above his head, hurry up, dammit, and then the sweater was pushed off, and yes they were skin to skin, and this was so much better, and he needed to come before he exploded into a million pieces.
Now.
God yes, now.
Tony was moaning continuously now, his head thrown back, his skin flushed and glistening in the firelight, his chest heaving, and Gibbs knew that he was close too. So very close, and he just needed to concentrate on that one spot, keep his hips moving, thrusting, pounding, and they'd be there, on the edge, over the edge. Gibbs gritted his teeth and grunted, the muscles in his arms and back bunching, and then he felt something sticky on his stomach, and he knew, fuck yes he knew, and now he could let go. He arched his back and moaned, his eyes slitted in pleasure, and he came.
He collapsed onto Tony, sweat and come sealing their skin together. Tony's thighs quivered, and he panted, his breath displacing Gibbs' hair, dark gray with sweat. Gibbs buried his nose in the crook of Tony's neck, and he inhaled deeply, the scent of sweat and mind-blowing sex permeating his brain. Tony drew in a deep breath.
“Shit.”
Gibbs just concentrated on breathing.
“...shit.”
Gibbs lifted his head and raised an eyebrow. “You've said that already.”
“Because that's all I have to say. Shit.”
Gibbs chuckled and moved his hips, rolling his now soft cock in Tony's body, making both of them hiss.
“Stop torturing me,” Tony moaned.
“You love it.” Gibbs butted his nose against Tony's jaw. He felt rather than saw his lover's grin.
“Yeah,” Tony said softly. “I do.”
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