"Shipwrecked" for hawk_soaring
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ncisficathonTitle: Shipwrecked
Author: Gaby
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hawk_soaring
Prompt: Gibbs takes Tony sailing, but he wasn't counting on a storm blowing in and blowing them way off course. How do they survive when they're stranded far from civilization with no radio communication and no cell phones? Anything up to and including NC-17.
(I kinda doubt this is what you had in mind, but you gotta go where the muse leads you...*g*)
Archive: I'll take care of that myself, thanks.
Genre: slash, first time, schmoop, humor
Pairing: Gibbs/Tony
Characters: Gibbs, Tony
Rating: R
Beta bytaylorgibbs
Warning: a teeeeeeensy bit of Tony whump, a killed rabbit (a Special Agent's gotta eat, ya know?!)
Spoilers: none
Word Count: a little over 4,800
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be, gosh darn it!
Summary: After a freak storm, Gibbs and Tony end up shipwrecked on a deserted island.
Tony looked at the wide expanse of white sand, the softly crashing waves of the ocean and then the thicket of palm trees behind him. The sky was blue, the sun was shining brightly, and everything looked really peaceful.
"You know, this reminds me of--"
"If you say Gilligan's Island, I'll slap you," Gibbs growled, hauling their duffel bags out of his wrecked boat and throwing them into the sand. He hopped down from the boat and sighed forlornly when he looked at the extensive damage caused by the freak storm they had barely managed to survive mere hours before. They were lucky that they had even managed to get to this island before the boat sank.
"Well, you do have to admit that there are some striking parallels," Tony argued.
"Why? We didn't set sail for a three-hour tour, but a five day one. There are no five passengers, just the two of us. And this," here, Gibbs pointed at the sad remnants of his boat, "is not a tiny ship called Minnow, it's a boat named Milly."
Tony couldn't help but smile at the mention of the name. Gibbs had decided to name his latest boat after his mother, Mildred. Then he realized what Gibbs had actually said. "Bonus points for awesome TV show reference, Boss!" he exclaimed, holding his right hand up to offer a high five.
"Shut up, DiNozzo," Gibbs merely muttered and pushed his way past the younger man, making a beeline for the palm trees, their duffel bags in his hands.
Tony jogged after him, unperturbed. "Ya know, if you think about it, we're like Gilligan and the Skipper," he babbled. "Except that I'm not a total dimwit like Gilligan, of course. And you're much--" He stopped in mid-sentence when he literally ran into Gibbs' back. "Oomph! Sorry, Skipper. Boss."
Gibbs turned around slowly and shoved Tony's duffel into the younger man's arms with enough force to make Tony stumble backwards. "You go and collect firewood. I'll go and hunt down some fresh water. We set up camp over there." He pointed to a spot where several palm trees created a natural canopy with their large leaves. With a bit of extra work, the men would be sheltered from the elements there.
"Yeah okay, but...shouldn't we try to get off the island instead?" Tony asked with a shrug.
"With what? This?" Gibbs pointed at the sad remnants of his boat.
Tony peered at the giant hole in the side of the boat. "Um, right. Okay. Collecting firewood."
While he was scouting for firewood, Tony idly wondered why they weren't trying to repair the Milly instead of traipsing around an island, but when they met back at camp about two hours later, it was getting dark and Tony realized it had been the right decision to set up camp instead, at least for one night. They wouldn't have managed to repair the boat in that short amount of time, that much was sure.
"Good idea, setting up camp here," Tony greeted the older man when Gibbs marched out of the forest. He had already stacked up the firewood and looked rather pleased with himself. "Now all we need is a couple of flintstones."
"Ya think, DiNozzo?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow sarcastically, dug a lighter out of his pocket and expertly started a fire, much to Tony's disappointment. Flintstones were much cooler, after all. "Found a small pond with a waterfall about half a mile down that way," Gibbs explained. "That'll be our water source once we run out of our bottled water." He pointed in another direction. "Dug a latrine for us over there. Found some fruits and a rabbit for our dinner." He dropped the killed animal and a couple of coconuts and what looked like mangos near the crackling fire. He sat down and grabbed his knife and the rabbit, clearly planning on skinning the animal.
Tony looked at the pile of firewood he had managed to collect while he listened to Gibbs' accomplishments, and felt incredibly inadequate. His eyes strayed to the canned goods he had taken from the boat. At the time, he had felt incredibly clever, thinking he could fix them a delicious supper of canned tuna and sweet corn.
"Leave the canned food," Gibbs advised, expertly skinning the rabbit. "We might need it on a rainy day."
"Or on our trip back home," Tony said hopefully. At Gibbs' raised eyebrow, he sighed dejectedly. Even in the middle of the storm that had almost left them capsized, Gibbs had already mentioned that the damage looked too severe to be repaired. Tony's cell phone had gone overboard, Gibbs' had shattered into a million pieces when a particularly strong wave had rocked the boat and thrown the cell phone against one of its sides. Their radio had died on them for no apparent reason while they were trying to send SOS, so they had no idea if anyone had heard them. They were stranded without any means of communication, and, since the only GPS they had brought with them had been an app on Tony's cell phone, had no idea where they were.
But Tony was still convinced that Gibbs would get them home somehow. Because Gibbs could do anything.
"Why don't you see about bringing the mattresses and pillows here," Gibbs suggested, not unkindly. "And anything else that's still salvageable."
By the time Tony finished hauling everything they could possibly need and use from the boat to their makeshift camp, the rabbit was roasting over the open fire.
"What are we gonna do now?" Tony asked, plopping down in the sand next to Gibbs, who shrugged.
"Now we eat. Then we sleep."
Tony gave the older man a long look. "And what are we gonna do tomorrow?"
"We think about that tomorrow."
Sometimes, Tony hated Gibbs' pragmatism. But at least the rabbit tasted delicious.
XxXxX
The following morning, Gibbs spent a couple of hours inspecting the damage to his boat. Tony watched, feeling helpless, and began to grow more than a little panicky when the older man winced and shook his head for the third time.
"That's not gonna work," Gibbs finally said, sighing loudly. He pointed at the huge hole in his boat. "Not gonna be able to repair that."
Tony gaped. "Are you kidding me?" he exclaimed, waving his arms around. "How the hell else are we gonna get off this island?" He looked around, then pointed at the palm trees. "We're gonna build a raft and--"
"Tony." The calm tone of Gibbs' voice stopped the younger man short. "Even if we do manage to build a seaworthy raft, what are we gonna do with it? We have no idea where we are. We won't survive on a roughly built raft in the middle of the ocean. We don't even know which way to go."
Tony stared at Gibbs in disbelief. "Never thought you were a quitter," he finally said, hoping that his taunt would stir the older man into action.
But instead, Gibbs just shrugged and replied calmly, "Not quitting. Just being rational. Come on, let's build a hut. Looks like another storm's coming." He nodded at a few dark gray clouds on the horizon, then began to matter-of-factly take apart what was left of his boat so he could use the wood.
Tony just continued to stare in disbelief.
XxXxX
The following day, Tony was still in a state of shock. But then he saw Gibbs poring over the sea charts they had managed to rescue from the boat. Feeling a bit more reassured, realizing that the older man probably just didn't want to get his hopes up too high with some half-cocked escape attempt until they knew more about their exact position, Tony went to do his daily chores. Though how he had already managed to acquire "daily chores" after only two days was beyond Tony.
"Should I build a sat phone out of a coconut?" Tony suggested, only half-jokingly, when they sat down to eat their lunch.
"Don't be silly," Gibbs retorted, chewing on his apple. "You need bamboo for that."
When Gibbs still hadn't mentioned the sea charts or his calculations a couple of days later, Tony haltingly broached the subject. "So, you got any idea where we are?" he asked, mentally crossing his fingers that Gibbs had been secretly busy building a speed boat somewhere to get them home the next day.
"On an island," Gibbs said with a shrug.
"I'm serious!" Tony exploded.
"So am I," Gibbs replied calmly. He waved at their surroundings. "Island. Apparently uninhabited. In the middle of the ocean." He thought for a moment, then added with a shrug, "Well, we're on the southwest shore, judging by the sun. Can't be more specific though."
Tony, who had started to pace up and up in agitation, stopped in front of the other man. "So you have no clue where this island is? Despite your charts?"
"You were with me during the storm, if I remember correctly. We've been thrown so far off course, I can't even begin to hazard a guess." Gibbs looked at the younger man for a long moment, then added softly, "I'm really sorry, Tony."
The apology felt like a gut punch. It brought home how hopeless their situation was like nothing else. Still, Tony was a lot of things, but not a quitter. "Tonight, I'm gonna build a huge bonfire. Like Tom Hanks did in Cast Away. Maybe someone will see it. A ship or a plane or--"
"Have you seen any ships or planes since we got here?" Gibbs asked calmly.
"Doesn't mean there won't be one in the future," Tony replied stubbornly. "And we could send a message in a bottle. We have enough bottles here, after all!" He pointed at the water bottles. "I know the chances are slim, but come on, Gibbs, we gotta do something."
"We are. We're surviving. We're hedging our bets of survival." Gibbs nodded at the hut he had managed to build. It looked almost professional, and had kept them safe and dry during the tropical storm the second night.
"Great. So, we have a bathroom," Tony pointed in the general direction of where Gibbs had dug a latrine, then waved at the pond and waterfall, where a lot of their fruits were growing, "a kitchen, and even a comfy bedroom." He nodded at the hut. "Hell, our living room even has a fireplace! The only thing missing is the hardwood floor, because I gotta tell ya, Boss, the sand in my shoes is really irritating!"
Realizing that Tony was close to a breakdown, Gibbs stepped up to the younger man and matter-of-factly wrapped him up into a tight hug. "We'll find a way," he said with so much conviction that Tony couldn't help but relax, at least a little.
They stood like that for a few minutes, with Gibbs just holding Tony. Finally feeling under control again, Tony pulled back slightly and gave an embarrassed little grin. "Well, at least we got an awesome view," he joked, waving at the ocean.
"Realtors would kill for this piece of land," Gibbs agreed with a half-smile, then grew serious again. "Better?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Sorry. Won't happen again." Tony rubbed a hand over his face, then stared at Gibbs with wide eyes. "Okay, call me stupid, but...why didn't we explore the island until now?" All they had done was scout the perimeter, an area of about a one mile radius from their camp, to ensure they had enough water, food, wood and shelter. But they hadn't ventured further away. "Honestly, Boss, if there's a Club Med on the other side of the island, I'll scream."
Gibbs chuckled slightly at that. "Highly doubt that," he said, then shrugged. "Okay, first thing tomorrow morning, we pack some provisions and go explorin'. As long as the weather permits." He cast a doubtful look at the sky; there had been more than one sudden storm since they had stranded on the island.
Tony nodded eagerly. As long as there was something he could do, no matter how futile it seemed, he could continue to hope.
XxXxX
Unfortunately, the island turned out to be so small that they managed to walk around it and end up in their camp again before sundown. And it appeared to be clearly uninhabited.
"So, no Club Med, huh?" Tony said dejectedly. "Pity really. Was really looking forward to a hot shower and a cold beer." He dropped into the sand and began to poke listlessly at their firewood. Why the hell had he persuaded his boss to go sailing with him? Yes, he wanted to learn how to sail properly, and yes, he wanted to spend some alone time with the man--though he would never admit that to anyone--but really, he should've known that such an endeavor was doomed from the start.
A sudden headslap startled him out of his reverie. "Not your fault," Gibbs growled, pointing a stern finger at Tony.
"My fault?" Tony sputtered indignantly. "I didn't say anything about this being my fault! I said I wanted a hot shower and a cold beer!"
Gibbs merely raised an eyebrow and stared at Tony meaningfully.
"Oh, okay, fine. So maybe I was wondering why I made you take me on this trip," Tony muttered after a long moment, hanging his head.
Gibbs snorted. "Made me?" he asked, sounding amused. "Nobody made me. I wanted to take you, Tony. Maiden voyage. It's something special. Should be shared with--" He barely managed to stop himself in time, but judging by the sudden look of wonder on Tony's face, the younger man had already figured out what Gibbs had been about to blurt. "Come on," Gibbs said, for no other reason than to change the subject, "let's get the fire going. I'll catch us some fish."
XxXxX
At the beginning of the second week, Tony wondered out loud, "Think they're gonna send out a search and rescue party for us?"
Gibbs shrugged. Granted, nobody would have missed them during their five days of vacation, but having one half of the MCRT missing at work would ring some alarm bells. "Probably. But I gotta be honest with ya, Tony, I don't think they're gonna find us. I filed our planned route but we're so far off course..." He shrugged again.
Tony sighed. "Yeah," he finally said, staring out at the endless ocean. "It's a nice thought, though." He managed a wan smile.
"It'll be fine, Tony." Gibbs wrapped one arm around the younger man's shoulders and squeezed reassuringly.
Tony nodded, looking around their camp. Thanks to Gibbs, it had something close to rustic charm. It was...nice, for lack of a better term. Next to the hut, Gibbs had built them (with--or despite--Tony's "help") a table and a bench to sit on as well as two very basic bed frames. They had some basic creature comforts, rescued from the boat, there was always enough food, thanks to Gibbs being a natural hunter and gatherer, and after the first few days, they had figured out a daily routine that made living on this remote island manageable.
But that still didn't mean Tony didn't want to be rescued. He missed civilisation, plain and simple.
On the other hand, if he had to be stuck on some island in the middle of nowhere with just one person for the rest of his life, he would choose Gibbs, so he figured that had to count for something.
Not that he would ever tell Gibbs that, of course.
"Guess we should count ourselves lucky that this isn't the island from Lost," Tony said, more to himself. At Gibbs' blank look, he chuckled. "If a polar bear should ever attack you in the middle of the forest, or you see a hatch in the ground, or some weird strangers calling themselves The Others suddenly hunt you down, we're screwed."
Gibbs continued to stare blankly. After a long moment, he said, "I have no idea what you just said."
"Lost," Tony said, waving one hand around. "It's a TV show. Very brilliantly made, though I have to admit, I was lost during the last couple of seasons when it got really confusing." He stopped, mentally rewound what he had just said, and grinned. "Lost. Get it? Hee. But anyway, the show was created by J.J. Abrams, a genius in his own right. He also created Alias with the beautiful Jennifer Garner, not to mention Fringe. He also directed the latest Star Trek movie, did you know? Ow! Thank you, Boss." He sighed and rubbed the back of his head ruefully.
Gibbs grinned, completely unrepentent, but reached out to stroke the slapped spot. "Come on, firewood's not collecting itself."
Tony grinned back and stood up, ready to face another day on their island. "Hey, can we have cowboy style steak tonight for a change?" he asked with a hopeful look.
Gibbs laughed out loud, and didn't even try to land a real headslap for that.
They didn't have steak that night, of course, though Tony had to admit that Gibbs was a mean cook and turned everything they could find into a feast. They had rabbit again, but with the wild herbs they had found on one of their scouting trips, and the olive oil they had taken from the boat's small galley, the meat turned into a delicious meal. They had also found something that looked like potatoes but tasted more like carrots, which made a nice side dish. Tony knew that Gibbs was already beginning to plan some kind of vegetable garden near their camp, and he could understand the reasoning behind it, even though he hadn't completely given up hope of being rescued yet.
It had gotten dark during their meal, and Tony looked up at the pitch black sky and the myriad of stars twinkling merrily above them. "I don't think I'll ever get used to how bright they are," he said contemplatively.
"You're a city kid," Gibbs replied, scooting closer. "I used to love lying in the backyard and staring at the night sky as a child."
Tony turned his head enough to look at Gibbs, then smiled at the mental image of a little Leroy Jethro Gibbs staring in fascination at the stars. "Cute."
"You callin' me cute, DiNozzo?" Gibbs mock growled.
"No. I call little Jethy cute," Tony replied with a cheeky grin, then ducked his head to avoid a smack. He looked back up at the sky. Gibbs had tried to explain to him during the first night on the boat how to navigate by the stars. Tony remembered several of the constellations Gibbs had shown him, and tried to find them again. "Hey, the Big Dipper!" he exclaimed triumphantly, pointing at it.
Gibbs chuckled. "Impressive."
"Hey," Tony said, mock pouting. Then he sighed softly. "You know, this is actually kinda romantic. Sitting around a campfire under the stars..." He swallowed hard, suddenly feeling homesick. He would love to spend a romantic night with a loved one at the beach, roasting marshmallows and gazing at the stars, maybe even sharing a sleeping bag...but then pack up and drive back home in the morning. And that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"Hey," Gibbs said softly, sensing the change of the younger man's mood. He wrapped an arm around Tony's shoulders and pulled him close. "It'll be okay."
"Liar," Tony muttered unhappily.
Gibbs smiled at the petulant tone and dropped a quick kiss to the top of Tony's head. "Not if I can help it," he promised.
Tony looked up from where his head rested on Gibbs' shoulder. He was surprised by the sudden intensity in the blue eyes and couldn't seem to be able to look away, even as his hand moved to the spot Gibbs had kissed.
Gibbs smiled at the look of astonishment and wonder on Tony's face while the younger man's fingers combed through the hair, and he leaned down to add a chaste kiss to Tony's cheek. Tony's eyes widened at that, and he broke out in a shy smile.
"Feelin' better?" Gibbs asked.
"No," Tony lied, snuggling a bit closer, his eyes never leaving Gibbs'.
The older man grinned at that and, after a moment's hesitation, leaned down to press his lips against Tony's, gently, softly, almost unsure. It was supposed to be nothing but a quick, chaste kiss, but Tony parted his lips and let his tongue sneak out, enticing Gibbs' tongue to come out to play.
Before either man realized it, they were in the middle of a passionate, heated make out session, their tongues duelling, their hands roaming, and their cocks beginning to harden noticeably.
When they finally broke apart, Tony was panting harshly. "Wow," he managed to squeeze out. "That was... I never... I mean...just...wow..."
"Yeah, ditto," Gibbs mumbled. He hadn't planned for things to go that far, though he freely admitted to himself that he had thoroughly enjoyed it. He slowly reached up to cup Tony's face. "You okay?" he asked.
The smile Tony sent him was radiant. "More than," he replied, then frowned. "Well, actually...no. Because we're not doing...you know, that anymore." He waved a hand between them, looking slightly frustrated by the interruption. Who needed oxygen anyway?
Gibbs grinned at that. "Think I can remedy that," he said, then proceeded to kiss Tony senseless.
They ended up lying in the sand, Gibbs on top of Tony, their bodies pressed against each other, with Gibbs all but humping the younger man. When Tony's nimble fingers began to unzip Gibbs' jeans, the older man stopped kissing long enough to lock eyes with Tony. "Are you sure about this?"
"No," Tony said truthfully. "But I really want to try."
The completely endearing look on Tony's face made Gibbs stop short. "Try?" he asked. "Does that mean... Tony, are you...?"
"A virgin?" Tony actually blushed a little, but bravely shrugged. "Depends on your definition, I guess, but yeah, I'd say so." He thought for a moment, then grinned slightly. "Hey, does that turn our situation into The Blue Lagoon?"
"You comparin' yourself to Brooke Shields?" Gibbs deadpanned, then kissed Tony before he could answer. "We don't have to do this, Tony," he said a long moment later. "We can just..." He made the universal gesture for a handjob.
"No," Tony said. "I really want to. I've... Okay, look, this is really embarrassing, but... I've wanted this, wanted you, for the longest time now, Boss."
"You call me that again and I'll slap you hard. And not on the back of your head!" Gibbs threatened with a stern look. "We're gonna have sex, we should be on a first name basis."
Tony grinned at that. "Gotcha, Jethro." He thought for a long moment, then began to wibble frantically, trying his best to get rid of his clothing.
Gibbs watched the contortions for a few seconds, clearly amused, then went to get his hand lotion. Tony had teased him about it when the younger man had found the family-sized tube, but Gibbs was pretty sure that Tony was going to thank every deity for the substitute lube now.
"Maybe we should move to our beds," Tony suggested, gloriously naked and sporting an impressive erection. "Sand gets everywhere." He wrinkled his nose at the mere idea.
"No, it won't," Gibbs replied confidently, helped Tony to lie back down and went back to kissing the man senseless, the fire casting flickering shadows across their naked bodies.
Before long, Gibbs was carefully and gently opening Tony with expert fingers. The younger man made needy noises and thrust up demandingly. Realizing that Tony was as ready as he would get, Gibbs slowly began to enter him, his eyes locked on Tony's face to make sure he didn't cause him any pain. He shouldn't have worried though, because Tony was clearly enjoying every second of their love-making.
Gibbs tried his best to prolong his orgasm, wanting Tony to come first, but in the end, they both came at about the same time, Tony's cum coating both of their stomachs, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
"Wow," Tony whispered when they finally came up for air. "I think I'm seeing stars."
Gibbs chuckled. "What, the Big Dipper?"
Tony mock glared at the other man, then his eyes drifted to the sky above them. "Damn, that was really awesome, Jethro," he said, clearly meaning it, then added almost sweetly, "Thank you."
Gibbs chuckled again and stole another kiss. "You're welcome. And thank you." He slowly pulled out of his lover, one hand gently caressing a butt cheek. "You okay down there?"
"Never felt better," Tony said. "And funnily enough, you were right." He wiggled experimentally. "No sand in any nook or cranny. How the hell did you do that?"
Gibbs just smiled enigmatically. "I have my ways."
Tony blinked at that. "What?" he chuckled. "Do your ways include making cowboy style steaks appear?"
Gibbs' smile widened. "If you really want a steak," he said in an almost hypnotic tone of voice, "I'll go and hunt down a cow and make you a steak."
Tony frowned at that, thinking this answer was more than strange, but then shrugged mentally, telling himself that Gibbs was almighty and could probably really pull off finding a damn cow on this godforsaken island. "I'd rather you could beam us off this island..."
"I'll build us a raft. I'll pore over the sea charts until I figure out where we are. I'll get you home, Tony." Gibbs stroked the younger man's cheek lovingly. "If that's what you really want."
Tony stared into the intense blue eyes, seeing the love he had harbored for Gibbs for the longest time reflected right back at him. If it took being stranded on a deserted island to get together with the other man, finally, after all these years... Who was he to dis the island? "Maybe...sometime in future? Give McGee time to try and rescue us first?"
Gibbs grinned at that. "Sounds like a plan to me," he said, then leaned down for another intense make out session.
XxXxX
Tony woke up with a start and sat up, looking around in confusion. His head was killing him, and he felt disoriented.
"Hey, DiNozzo," a well known voice came from the left. "Finally back among the living?"
Tony blinked and tried to focus on Gibbs, who was leaning over him, a slightly worried look on his face. "I...um..." Tony reached up to rub his temple, trying to chase the horrible headache away, but jerked his hand back when it came into contact with a swath of bandages. "What--?"
"You remember anything from the last few days?"
Gibbs' worried look, which clearly intensified, sent Tony into a slight panic. "The...well, the island..." He frowned and let his eyes wander around his surroundings, and realized that he was in a hospital room. Was he hallucinating? "Did a coconut hit me on the head?" he asked, looking at Gibbs in confusion.
"A coco--?" Gibbs looked more confused than Tony felt. "You were chasing a suspect and got hit on the head with a crow bar by the slimebag's partner. You were out of it for almost two days." Gibbs peered closely at the younger man. "You feeling okay, DiNozzo?"
Tony continued to frown, trying to piece together the tidbits of information. "So we never, um, went on vacation?" he finally asked hesitantly.
"You're on sick leave and want a vacation?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
"I...um, no. I just thought we were both... Never mind." Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. This was like the Twilight Zone. Tentatively, he asked, "Boss? You are building a boat again, aren't you?"
Gibbs gave Tony a long, speculative look, clearly wondering whether to call for a nurse right away or not. "Yes," he said slowly. "Almost finished, actually."
"Got a name for her yet?"
Gibbs shook his head. "Haven't thought about it yet."
Taking his life into his hands, Tony hesitantly suggested, "What about Milly?"
Gibbs stared at the other man, speechless. He had never told Tony his mother's name, and he doubted that Jack had mentioned it. "I...like that idea," he admitted after a long moment. Then he smiled. "You know something I don't know, DiNozzo?" he teased.
Tony shrugged. He had no idea. Quite the contrary, he felt as if he didn't have clue one about what was going on. Maybe he had been hallucinating while he was in a coma, or it was plain wishful thinking on his part, or it was just... "Hey, Boss?"
"Yeah, DiNozzo?"
"Would you take me sailing when Milly's finished?"
Gibbs looked more than a little surprised by this request, but seemed to genuinely think about it. Finally, he shrugged agreeably. "Sure, why not?"
Tony smiled at that. He definitely didn't want to end up shipwrecked again, but if there was any chance to get into Gibbs' pants by going on a sailing trip with the man, Tony wasn't going to pass up that opportunity.
THE END.
Author: Gaby
Written for:
hawk_soaring Prompt: Gibbs takes Tony sailing, but he wasn't counting on a storm blowing in and blowing them way off course. How do they survive when they're stranded far from civilization with no radio communication and no cell phones? Anything up to and including NC-17.
(I kinda doubt this is what you had in mind, but you gotta go where the muse leads you...*g*)
Archive: I'll take care of that myself, thanks.
Genre: slash, first time, schmoop, humor
Pairing: Gibbs/Tony
Characters: Gibbs, Tony
Rating: R
Beta by
taylorgibbs Warning: a teeeeeeensy bit of Tony whump, a killed rabbit (a Special Agent's gotta eat, ya know?!)
Spoilers: none
Word Count: a little over 4,800
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, never will be, gosh darn it!
Summary: After a freak storm, Gibbs and Tony end up shipwrecked on a deserted island.
Tony looked at the wide expanse of white sand, the softly crashing waves of the ocean and then the thicket of palm trees behind him. The sky was blue, the sun was shining brightly, and everything looked really peaceful.
"You know, this reminds me of--"
"If you say Gilligan's Island, I'll slap you," Gibbs growled, hauling their duffel bags out of his wrecked boat and throwing them into the sand. He hopped down from the boat and sighed forlornly when he looked at the extensive damage caused by the freak storm they had barely managed to survive mere hours before. They were lucky that they had even managed to get to this island before the boat sank.
"Well, you do have to admit that there are some striking parallels," Tony argued.
"Why? We didn't set sail for a three-hour tour, but a five day one. There are no five passengers, just the two of us. And this," here, Gibbs pointed at the sad remnants of his boat, "is not a tiny ship called Minnow, it's a boat named Milly."
Tony couldn't help but smile at the mention of the name. Gibbs had decided to name his latest boat after his mother, Mildred. Then he realized what Gibbs had actually said. "Bonus points for awesome TV show reference, Boss!" he exclaimed, holding his right hand up to offer a high five.
"Shut up, DiNozzo," Gibbs merely muttered and pushed his way past the younger man, making a beeline for the palm trees, their duffel bags in his hands.
Tony jogged after him, unperturbed. "Ya know, if you think about it, we're like Gilligan and the Skipper," he babbled. "Except that I'm not a total dimwit like Gilligan, of course. And you're much--" He stopped in mid-sentence when he literally ran into Gibbs' back. "Oomph! Sorry, Skipper. Boss."
Gibbs turned around slowly and shoved Tony's duffel into the younger man's arms with enough force to make Tony stumble backwards. "You go and collect firewood. I'll go and hunt down some fresh water. We set up camp over there." He pointed to a spot where several palm trees created a natural canopy with their large leaves. With a bit of extra work, the men would be sheltered from the elements there.
"Yeah okay, but...shouldn't we try to get off the island instead?" Tony asked with a shrug.
"With what? This?" Gibbs pointed at the sad remnants of his boat.
Tony peered at the giant hole in the side of the boat. "Um, right. Okay. Collecting firewood."
While he was scouting for firewood, Tony idly wondered why they weren't trying to repair the Milly instead of traipsing around an island, but when they met back at camp about two hours later, it was getting dark and Tony realized it had been the right decision to set up camp instead, at least for one night. They wouldn't have managed to repair the boat in that short amount of time, that much was sure.
"Good idea, setting up camp here," Tony greeted the older man when Gibbs marched out of the forest. He had already stacked up the firewood and looked rather pleased with himself. "Now all we need is a couple of flintstones."
"Ya think, DiNozzo?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow sarcastically, dug a lighter out of his pocket and expertly started a fire, much to Tony's disappointment. Flintstones were much cooler, after all. "Found a small pond with a waterfall about half a mile down that way," Gibbs explained. "That'll be our water source once we run out of our bottled water." He pointed in another direction. "Dug a latrine for us over there. Found some fruits and a rabbit for our dinner." He dropped the killed animal and a couple of coconuts and what looked like mangos near the crackling fire. He sat down and grabbed his knife and the rabbit, clearly planning on skinning the animal.
Tony looked at the pile of firewood he had managed to collect while he listened to Gibbs' accomplishments, and felt incredibly inadequate. His eyes strayed to the canned goods he had taken from the boat. At the time, he had felt incredibly clever, thinking he could fix them a delicious supper of canned tuna and sweet corn.
"Leave the canned food," Gibbs advised, expertly skinning the rabbit. "We might need it on a rainy day."
"Or on our trip back home," Tony said hopefully. At Gibbs' raised eyebrow, he sighed dejectedly. Even in the middle of the storm that had almost left them capsized, Gibbs had already mentioned that the damage looked too severe to be repaired. Tony's cell phone had gone overboard, Gibbs' had shattered into a million pieces when a particularly strong wave had rocked the boat and thrown the cell phone against one of its sides. Their radio had died on them for no apparent reason while they were trying to send SOS, so they had no idea if anyone had heard them. They were stranded without any means of communication, and, since the only GPS they had brought with them had been an app on Tony's cell phone, had no idea where they were.
But Tony was still convinced that Gibbs would get them home somehow. Because Gibbs could do anything.
"Why don't you see about bringing the mattresses and pillows here," Gibbs suggested, not unkindly. "And anything else that's still salvageable."
By the time Tony finished hauling everything they could possibly need and use from the boat to their makeshift camp, the rabbit was roasting over the open fire.
"What are we gonna do now?" Tony asked, plopping down in the sand next to Gibbs, who shrugged.
"Now we eat. Then we sleep."
Tony gave the older man a long look. "And what are we gonna do tomorrow?"
"We think about that tomorrow."
Sometimes, Tony hated Gibbs' pragmatism. But at least the rabbit tasted delicious.
XxXxX
The following morning, Gibbs spent a couple of hours inspecting the damage to his boat. Tony watched, feeling helpless, and began to grow more than a little panicky when the older man winced and shook his head for the third time.
"That's not gonna work," Gibbs finally said, sighing loudly. He pointed at the huge hole in his boat. "Not gonna be able to repair that."
Tony gaped. "Are you kidding me?" he exclaimed, waving his arms around. "How the hell else are we gonna get off this island?" He looked around, then pointed at the palm trees. "We're gonna build a raft and--"
"Tony." The calm tone of Gibbs' voice stopped the younger man short. "Even if we do manage to build a seaworthy raft, what are we gonna do with it? We have no idea where we are. We won't survive on a roughly built raft in the middle of the ocean. We don't even know which way to go."
Tony stared at Gibbs in disbelief. "Never thought you were a quitter," he finally said, hoping that his taunt would stir the older man into action.
But instead, Gibbs just shrugged and replied calmly, "Not quitting. Just being rational. Come on, let's build a hut. Looks like another storm's coming." He nodded at a few dark gray clouds on the horizon, then began to matter-of-factly take apart what was left of his boat so he could use the wood.
Tony just continued to stare in disbelief.
XxXxX
The following day, Tony was still in a state of shock. But then he saw Gibbs poring over the sea charts they had managed to rescue from the boat. Feeling a bit more reassured, realizing that the older man probably just didn't want to get his hopes up too high with some half-cocked escape attempt until they knew more about their exact position, Tony went to do his daily chores. Though how he had already managed to acquire "daily chores" after only two days was beyond Tony.
"Should I build a sat phone out of a coconut?" Tony suggested, only half-jokingly, when they sat down to eat their lunch.
"Don't be silly," Gibbs retorted, chewing on his apple. "You need bamboo for that."
When Gibbs still hadn't mentioned the sea charts or his calculations a couple of days later, Tony haltingly broached the subject. "So, you got any idea where we are?" he asked, mentally crossing his fingers that Gibbs had been secretly busy building a speed boat somewhere to get them home the next day.
"On an island," Gibbs said with a shrug.
"I'm serious!" Tony exploded.
"So am I," Gibbs replied calmly. He waved at their surroundings. "Island. Apparently uninhabited. In the middle of the ocean." He thought for a moment, then added with a shrug, "Well, we're on the southwest shore, judging by the sun. Can't be more specific though."
Tony, who had started to pace up and up in agitation, stopped in front of the other man. "So you have no clue where this island is? Despite your charts?"
"You were with me during the storm, if I remember correctly. We've been thrown so far off course, I can't even begin to hazard a guess." Gibbs looked at the younger man for a long moment, then added softly, "I'm really sorry, Tony."
The apology felt like a gut punch. It brought home how hopeless their situation was like nothing else. Still, Tony was a lot of things, but not a quitter. "Tonight, I'm gonna build a huge bonfire. Like Tom Hanks did in Cast Away. Maybe someone will see it. A ship or a plane or--"
"Have you seen any ships or planes since we got here?" Gibbs asked calmly.
"Doesn't mean there won't be one in the future," Tony replied stubbornly. "And we could send a message in a bottle. We have enough bottles here, after all!" He pointed at the water bottles. "I know the chances are slim, but come on, Gibbs, we gotta do something."
"We are. We're surviving. We're hedging our bets of survival." Gibbs nodded at the hut he had managed to build. It looked almost professional, and had kept them safe and dry during the tropical storm the second night.
"Great. So, we have a bathroom," Tony pointed in the general direction of where Gibbs had dug a latrine, then waved at the pond and waterfall, where a lot of their fruits were growing, "a kitchen, and even a comfy bedroom." He nodded at the hut. "Hell, our living room even has a fireplace! The only thing missing is the hardwood floor, because I gotta tell ya, Boss, the sand in my shoes is really irritating!"
Realizing that Tony was close to a breakdown, Gibbs stepped up to the younger man and matter-of-factly wrapped him up into a tight hug. "We'll find a way," he said with so much conviction that Tony couldn't help but relax, at least a little.
They stood like that for a few minutes, with Gibbs just holding Tony. Finally feeling under control again, Tony pulled back slightly and gave an embarrassed little grin. "Well, at least we got an awesome view," he joked, waving at the ocean.
"Realtors would kill for this piece of land," Gibbs agreed with a half-smile, then grew serious again. "Better?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Sorry. Won't happen again." Tony rubbed a hand over his face, then stared at Gibbs with wide eyes. "Okay, call me stupid, but...why didn't we explore the island until now?" All they had done was scout the perimeter, an area of about a one mile radius from their camp, to ensure they had enough water, food, wood and shelter. But they hadn't ventured further away. "Honestly, Boss, if there's a Club Med on the other side of the island, I'll scream."
Gibbs chuckled slightly at that. "Highly doubt that," he said, then shrugged. "Okay, first thing tomorrow morning, we pack some provisions and go explorin'. As long as the weather permits." He cast a doubtful look at the sky; there had been more than one sudden storm since they had stranded on the island.
Tony nodded eagerly. As long as there was something he could do, no matter how futile it seemed, he could continue to hope.
XxXxX
Unfortunately, the island turned out to be so small that they managed to walk around it and end up in their camp again before sundown. And it appeared to be clearly uninhabited.
"So, no Club Med, huh?" Tony said dejectedly. "Pity really. Was really looking forward to a hot shower and a cold beer." He dropped into the sand and began to poke listlessly at their firewood. Why the hell had he persuaded his boss to go sailing with him? Yes, he wanted to learn how to sail properly, and yes, he wanted to spend some alone time with the man--though he would never admit that to anyone--but really, he should've known that such an endeavor was doomed from the start.
A sudden headslap startled him out of his reverie. "Not your fault," Gibbs growled, pointing a stern finger at Tony.
"My fault?" Tony sputtered indignantly. "I didn't say anything about this being my fault! I said I wanted a hot shower and a cold beer!"
Gibbs merely raised an eyebrow and stared at Tony meaningfully.
"Oh, okay, fine. So maybe I was wondering why I made you take me on this trip," Tony muttered after a long moment, hanging his head.
Gibbs snorted. "Made me?" he asked, sounding amused. "Nobody made me. I wanted to take you, Tony. Maiden voyage. It's something special. Should be shared with--" He barely managed to stop himself in time, but judging by the sudden look of wonder on Tony's face, the younger man had already figured out what Gibbs had been about to blurt. "Come on," Gibbs said, for no other reason than to change the subject, "let's get the fire going. I'll catch us some fish."
XxXxX
At the beginning of the second week, Tony wondered out loud, "Think they're gonna send out a search and rescue party for us?"
Gibbs shrugged. Granted, nobody would have missed them during their five days of vacation, but having one half of the MCRT missing at work would ring some alarm bells. "Probably. But I gotta be honest with ya, Tony, I don't think they're gonna find us. I filed our planned route but we're so far off course..." He shrugged again.
Tony sighed. "Yeah," he finally said, staring out at the endless ocean. "It's a nice thought, though." He managed a wan smile.
"It'll be fine, Tony." Gibbs wrapped one arm around the younger man's shoulders and squeezed reassuringly.
Tony nodded, looking around their camp. Thanks to Gibbs, it had something close to rustic charm. It was...nice, for lack of a better term. Next to the hut, Gibbs had built them (with--or despite--Tony's "help") a table and a bench to sit on as well as two very basic bed frames. They had some basic creature comforts, rescued from the boat, there was always enough food, thanks to Gibbs being a natural hunter and gatherer, and after the first few days, they had figured out a daily routine that made living on this remote island manageable.
But that still didn't mean Tony didn't want to be rescued. He missed civilisation, plain and simple.
On the other hand, if he had to be stuck on some island in the middle of nowhere with just one person for the rest of his life, he would choose Gibbs, so he figured that had to count for something.
Not that he would ever tell Gibbs that, of course.
"Guess we should count ourselves lucky that this isn't the island from Lost," Tony said, more to himself. At Gibbs' blank look, he chuckled. "If a polar bear should ever attack you in the middle of the forest, or you see a hatch in the ground, or some weird strangers calling themselves The Others suddenly hunt you down, we're screwed."
Gibbs continued to stare blankly. After a long moment, he said, "I have no idea what you just said."
"Lost," Tony said, waving one hand around. "It's a TV show. Very brilliantly made, though I have to admit, I was lost during the last couple of seasons when it got really confusing." He stopped, mentally rewound what he had just said, and grinned. "Lost. Get it? Hee. But anyway, the show was created by J.J. Abrams, a genius in his own right. He also created Alias with the beautiful Jennifer Garner, not to mention Fringe. He also directed the latest Star Trek movie, did you know? Ow! Thank you, Boss." He sighed and rubbed the back of his head ruefully.
Gibbs grinned, completely unrepentent, but reached out to stroke the slapped spot. "Come on, firewood's not collecting itself."
Tony grinned back and stood up, ready to face another day on their island. "Hey, can we have cowboy style steak tonight for a change?" he asked with a hopeful look.
Gibbs laughed out loud, and didn't even try to land a real headslap for that.
They didn't have steak that night, of course, though Tony had to admit that Gibbs was a mean cook and turned everything they could find into a feast. They had rabbit again, but with the wild herbs they had found on one of their scouting trips, and the olive oil they had taken from the boat's small galley, the meat turned into a delicious meal. They had also found something that looked like potatoes but tasted more like carrots, which made a nice side dish. Tony knew that Gibbs was already beginning to plan some kind of vegetable garden near their camp, and he could understand the reasoning behind it, even though he hadn't completely given up hope of being rescued yet.
It had gotten dark during their meal, and Tony looked up at the pitch black sky and the myriad of stars twinkling merrily above them. "I don't think I'll ever get used to how bright they are," he said contemplatively.
"You're a city kid," Gibbs replied, scooting closer. "I used to love lying in the backyard and staring at the night sky as a child."
Tony turned his head enough to look at Gibbs, then smiled at the mental image of a little Leroy Jethro Gibbs staring in fascination at the stars. "Cute."
"You callin' me cute, DiNozzo?" Gibbs mock growled.
"No. I call little Jethy cute," Tony replied with a cheeky grin, then ducked his head to avoid a smack. He looked back up at the sky. Gibbs had tried to explain to him during the first night on the boat how to navigate by the stars. Tony remembered several of the constellations Gibbs had shown him, and tried to find them again. "Hey, the Big Dipper!" he exclaimed triumphantly, pointing at it.
Gibbs chuckled. "Impressive."
"Hey," Tony said, mock pouting. Then he sighed softly. "You know, this is actually kinda romantic. Sitting around a campfire under the stars..." He swallowed hard, suddenly feeling homesick. He would love to spend a romantic night with a loved one at the beach, roasting marshmallows and gazing at the stars, maybe even sharing a sleeping bag...but then pack up and drive back home in the morning. And that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"Hey," Gibbs said softly, sensing the change of the younger man's mood. He wrapped an arm around Tony's shoulders and pulled him close. "It'll be okay."
"Liar," Tony muttered unhappily.
Gibbs smiled at the petulant tone and dropped a quick kiss to the top of Tony's head. "Not if I can help it," he promised.
Tony looked up from where his head rested on Gibbs' shoulder. He was surprised by the sudden intensity in the blue eyes and couldn't seem to be able to look away, even as his hand moved to the spot Gibbs had kissed.
Gibbs smiled at the look of astonishment and wonder on Tony's face while the younger man's fingers combed through the hair, and he leaned down to add a chaste kiss to Tony's cheek. Tony's eyes widened at that, and he broke out in a shy smile.
"Feelin' better?" Gibbs asked.
"No," Tony lied, snuggling a bit closer, his eyes never leaving Gibbs'.
The older man grinned at that and, after a moment's hesitation, leaned down to press his lips against Tony's, gently, softly, almost unsure. It was supposed to be nothing but a quick, chaste kiss, but Tony parted his lips and let his tongue sneak out, enticing Gibbs' tongue to come out to play.
Before either man realized it, they were in the middle of a passionate, heated make out session, their tongues duelling, their hands roaming, and their cocks beginning to harden noticeably.
When they finally broke apart, Tony was panting harshly. "Wow," he managed to squeeze out. "That was... I never... I mean...just...wow..."
"Yeah, ditto," Gibbs mumbled. He hadn't planned for things to go that far, though he freely admitted to himself that he had thoroughly enjoyed it. He slowly reached up to cup Tony's face. "You okay?" he asked.
The smile Tony sent him was radiant. "More than," he replied, then frowned. "Well, actually...no. Because we're not doing...you know, that anymore." He waved a hand between them, looking slightly frustrated by the interruption. Who needed oxygen anyway?
Gibbs grinned at that. "Think I can remedy that," he said, then proceeded to kiss Tony senseless.
They ended up lying in the sand, Gibbs on top of Tony, their bodies pressed against each other, with Gibbs all but humping the younger man. When Tony's nimble fingers began to unzip Gibbs' jeans, the older man stopped kissing long enough to lock eyes with Tony. "Are you sure about this?"
"No," Tony said truthfully. "But I really want to try."
The completely endearing look on Tony's face made Gibbs stop short. "Try?" he asked. "Does that mean... Tony, are you...?"
"A virgin?" Tony actually blushed a little, but bravely shrugged. "Depends on your definition, I guess, but yeah, I'd say so." He thought for a moment, then grinned slightly. "Hey, does that turn our situation into The Blue Lagoon?"
"You comparin' yourself to Brooke Shields?" Gibbs deadpanned, then kissed Tony before he could answer. "We don't have to do this, Tony," he said a long moment later. "We can just..." He made the universal gesture for a handjob.
"No," Tony said. "I really want to. I've... Okay, look, this is really embarrassing, but... I've wanted this, wanted you, for the longest time now, Boss."
"You call me that again and I'll slap you hard. And not on the back of your head!" Gibbs threatened with a stern look. "We're gonna have sex, we should be on a first name basis."
Tony grinned at that. "Gotcha, Jethro." He thought for a long moment, then began to wibble frantically, trying his best to get rid of his clothing.
Gibbs watched the contortions for a few seconds, clearly amused, then went to get his hand lotion. Tony had teased him about it when the younger man had found the family-sized tube, but Gibbs was pretty sure that Tony was going to thank every deity for the substitute lube now.
"Maybe we should move to our beds," Tony suggested, gloriously naked and sporting an impressive erection. "Sand gets everywhere." He wrinkled his nose at the mere idea.
"No, it won't," Gibbs replied confidently, helped Tony to lie back down and went back to kissing the man senseless, the fire casting flickering shadows across their naked bodies.
Before long, Gibbs was carefully and gently opening Tony with expert fingers. The younger man made needy noises and thrust up demandingly. Realizing that Tony was as ready as he would get, Gibbs slowly began to enter him, his eyes locked on Tony's face to make sure he didn't cause him any pain. He shouldn't have worried though, because Tony was clearly enjoying every second of their love-making.
Gibbs tried his best to prolong his orgasm, wanting Tony to come first, but in the end, they both came at about the same time, Tony's cum coating both of their stomachs, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
"Wow," Tony whispered when they finally came up for air. "I think I'm seeing stars."
Gibbs chuckled. "What, the Big Dipper?"
Tony mock glared at the other man, then his eyes drifted to the sky above them. "Damn, that was really awesome, Jethro," he said, clearly meaning it, then added almost sweetly, "Thank you."
Gibbs chuckled again and stole another kiss. "You're welcome. And thank you." He slowly pulled out of his lover, one hand gently caressing a butt cheek. "You okay down there?"
"Never felt better," Tony said. "And funnily enough, you were right." He wiggled experimentally. "No sand in any nook or cranny. How the hell did you do that?"
Gibbs just smiled enigmatically. "I have my ways."
Tony blinked at that. "What?" he chuckled. "Do your ways include making cowboy style steaks appear?"
Gibbs' smile widened. "If you really want a steak," he said in an almost hypnotic tone of voice, "I'll go and hunt down a cow and make you a steak."
Tony frowned at that, thinking this answer was more than strange, but then shrugged mentally, telling himself that Gibbs was almighty and could probably really pull off finding a damn cow on this godforsaken island. "I'd rather you could beam us off this island..."
"I'll build us a raft. I'll pore over the sea charts until I figure out where we are. I'll get you home, Tony." Gibbs stroked the younger man's cheek lovingly. "If that's what you really want."
Tony stared into the intense blue eyes, seeing the love he had harbored for Gibbs for the longest time reflected right back at him. If it took being stranded on a deserted island to get together with the other man, finally, after all these years... Who was he to dis the island? "Maybe...sometime in future? Give McGee time to try and rescue us first?"
Gibbs grinned at that. "Sounds like a plan to me," he said, then leaned down for another intense make out session.
XxXxX
Tony woke up with a start and sat up, looking around in confusion. His head was killing him, and he felt disoriented.
"Hey, DiNozzo," a well known voice came from the left. "Finally back among the living?"
Tony blinked and tried to focus on Gibbs, who was leaning over him, a slightly worried look on his face. "I...um..." Tony reached up to rub his temple, trying to chase the horrible headache away, but jerked his hand back when it came into contact with a swath of bandages. "What--?"
"You remember anything from the last few days?"
Gibbs' worried look, which clearly intensified, sent Tony into a slight panic. "The...well, the island..." He frowned and let his eyes wander around his surroundings, and realized that he was in a hospital room. Was he hallucinating? "Did a coconut hit me on the head?" he asked, looking at Gibbs in confusion.
"A coco--?" Gibbs looked more confused than Tony felt. "You were chasing a suspect and got hit on the head with a crow bar by the slimebag's partner. You were out of it for almost two days." Gibbs peered closely at the younger man. "You feeling okay, DiNozzo?"
Tony continued to frown, trying to piece together the tidbits of information. "So we never, um, went on vacation?" he finally asked hesitantly.
"You're on sick leave and want a vacation?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
"I...um, no. I just thought we were both... Never mind." Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. This was like the Twilight Zone. Tentatively, he asked, "Boss? You are building a boat again, aren't you?"
Gibbs gave Tony a long, speculative look, clearly wondering whether to call for a nurse right away or not. "Yes," he said slowly. "Almost finished, actually."
"Got a name for her yet?"
Gibbs shook his head. "Haven't thought about it yet."
Taking his life into his hands, Tony hesitantly suggested, "What about Milly?"
Gibbs stared at the other man, speechless. He had never told Tony his mother's name, and he doubted that Jack had mentioned it. "I...like that idea," he admitted after a long moment. Then he smiled. "You know something I don't know, DiNozzo?" he teased.
Tony shrugged. He had no idea. Quite the contrary, he felt as if he didn't have clue one about what was going on. Maybe he had been hallucinating while he was in a coma, or it was plain wishful thinking on his part, or it was just... "Hey, Boss?"
"Yeah, DiNozzo?"
"Would you take me sailing when Milly's finished?"
Gibbs looked more than a little surprised by this request, but seemed to genuinely think about it. Finally, he shrugged agreeably. "Sure, why not?"
Tony smiled at that. He definitely didn't want to end up shipwrecked again, but if there was any chance to get into Gibbs' pants by going on a sailing trip with the man, Tony wasn't going to pass up that opportunity.
THE END.
