Category: PWP, Slash (Gibbs/Dinozzo)
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"You want her, don't you?"
Jethro Gibbs blinked. He stared at his lover. "What?"
Tony Dinozzo gazed back at him. "Kate. You want her."
"I don't know what you're talking about." He stood and walked over to the window.
He saw Tony stand and follow him. "Don't play stupid, Gibbs. It isn't becoming." He smirked. "I'm not blind. I saw the look you gave her tonight--and I know that look."
Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? And what look is that?"
Tony slid his arms around the other man's waist. "The one that says 'I want to throw you down on the nearest flat surface...'" He slowly unzipped his jeans. "'...And have my wicked way with you.'" Gibbs shuddered as Tony reached inside his jeans and slowly began stroking him.
"She looks gorgeous in red, doesn't she?" Tony whispered in Gibbs' ear. "It matches her attitude. Fiery red; bold, unrelenting. Passionate. Hot." He squeezed Gibbs' slowly growing erection, and the man groaned. "What were you thinking when she was rubbing that lotion on herself? Did you want to go out there and do it for her? Run your hands over every inch of that smooth skin?"
"God, Tony!" Gibbs barked softly, rocking his hips into Tony's hands. He looked at Tony's reflection in the window, and saw that his smile had disappeared. His eyes were heavy-lidded, sparkling with an emotion Gibbs knew well--desire.
"Have you ever wanted to stop those sarcastic comments? Make her finally shut up?" Tony continued to whisper seductively. "Have you ever imagined her lips wrapped around your cock? Or her writhing beneath you, screaming your name and begging to come?" Tony was breathing heavily now as well, and Gibbs could feel his erection pressing into his ass.
A wicked smile spread across Tony's face. "Or would you rather watch me with her?"
That was it. Gibbs came with a shout. Tony held him up as his knees nearly gave out on him. Gibbs gulped for air. When he regained control of his body, he turned and crushed his lips to Tony's. They broke apart, and Gibbs said, "Jesus, Tony. Remind me never to complain about your imagination."
Tony grinned. "Don't worry. I will. So... you do want Kate?"
Gibbs snorted. "I'd say that's obvious. To you, at least."
"You behave with her the same way you did with me when I first started," Tony shrugged. "But that look you gave her tonight cinched it."
Gibbs sighed. "Are you jealous?"
"Why would I be jealous?" Tony replied with a rueful smile. "I feel the same way."
"Really?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, Gibbs, really. But unlike you, I don't bother trying to hide it."
"No, you just flirt with her every day."
"Would you prefer I flirt with some random woman, or one that wants you?"
Gibbs took a deep breath. "What?" Apparently, they were back at the beginning of the conversation.
"Oh, come on, Gibbs. You can't be--" Tony started. He shook his head. "What am I talking about? Of course you can be that obtuse. It took you a year and a half to notice that I was practically throwing myself at you."
"But Kate hasn't done anything," Gibbs said blankly.
Tony chuckled. "That's because every time she even thinks of approaching you, you toss out rule number twelve."
"Oh." Gibbs looked slightly embarrassed. Tony decided that it wasn't a good look for him.
"C'mon. Let's get to bed," he said, kissing Gibbs softly.