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Fic: Uniform Porn, Gibbs/DiNozzo, Rated R
Title: Uniform Porn (Sorry, was the best I could come up with)
Author: Webbgirl
Rating: R
Category: PWP, Slight Crack
Genre: Slash
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was, never will be. No money has changed hands.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Who doesn't love a man in uniform? Certainly not Tony.
A/N: First fic in awhile. It's just over 1,000 words so nothing huge. I'm just hoping people don't throw rocks at me at this point. :)
Tony was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. It had been one of those days that seemed like it had lasted for a week. He was trying to focus on completing his report so he could head home and crawl into his warm, comfortable bed. It was a losing battle though. He'd read the same sentence four time and still wasn't sure what he was reading even though he'd written it. A quick glance around the bullpen told him that McGee and Kate had already completed their reports and left for the night. Brown nosers. He and Gibbs were the only ones left in the entire office.
It surprised Tony that Gibbs was still in the Dress Blue Charlies that he'd put on earlier to go undercover at Quantico. After some thought though, Tony figured that for a Semper Fi Marine like Gibbs, a uniform was just as comfortable as an old t-shirt and pair of jeans.
As Tony studied the older man, he understood why Marines got all the chicks. And even some of the guys. There was no denying that Gibbs was a good looking man under normal circumstances. Abby's nickname of "Silver Fox" was right on the money. When Gibbs was in a Marine uniform though? That put him into a whole other level. It didn't matter whether it was a set of dirty BDUs or a full Dress Mess. Gibbs was sex on a stick in a uniform.
The longer Tony let his gaze fall on Gibbs, the harder he got. He flushed when he realized that his glance had lasted too long and Gibbs was now staring back at him. Hurriedly Tony went back to work on his report. Well, at least back to looking like he was working on it.
A minute later he risked looking up again to see if Gibbs was still staring. Gibbs had perched himself on the edge of his own desk and was staring straight at Tony. It was impossible not to notice that Gibbs' legs were splayed in such a way that there was practically a neon arrow pointing to the growing bulge in his pants.
"See something you like DiNozzo?"
The tone of Gibbs' voice sent a fire through Tony that started at the base of his spine and shot straight up to his brain. "Boss?" The word came out somewhere between a squeak and a whisper.
"You've been staring at me all day like something you want to devour." As Gibbs spoke, he slowly ran his hand down the inside of his thigh. "Am I wrong?"
"Uh..n-no." When Gibbs' mouth curved into a predatory smile, Tony knew that he was in deep shit.
"I didn't think so. Question now is, what do you want to do about it?"
Tony wasn't sure what he'd expected to happen next, but Gibbs unzipping his fly and pulling his hardening dick out in the middle of the NCIS bullpen wasn't even close to being on the list. Tony, who'd been known to babble through just about any situation known to man, was suddenly without the power of speech.
Lazily Gibbs ran his fingers up and down the hard shaft. Tony was completely unable to look away. He was mesmerized by the slow movement of those strong fingers as they traveled back and forth. He wanted desperately to touch Gibbs and to taste him. Just being near the man on a day to day basis put Tony in a state of near-arousal at times. Having a uniformed, exposed and blatantly wanton Gibbs right in front of him? That was the stuff of wet dreams.
"DiNozzo..."
Tony's reverie was broken. "Yeah, boss?"
"You going to just sit there all night staring?"
"No, boss." Tony couldn't get his body to follow the words though. His limbs wouldn't move no matter how much his brain willed them to. In fact, the only part of his body he could really feel at that moment was the pulsing of his own cock which felt like it was trapped in a vice. His jeans had never felt quite that snug before.
With a slight chuckle Gibbs rose from his spot and walked over to Tony's desk. At that moment, Tony knew that he could die a happy man with just the vision of Leroy Jethro Gibbs walking towards him while stroking himself through the fly of his Dress Blue Charlies. In Tony's mind, there couldn't be a more amazing sight in the world.
Tony leaned forward, licking his lips as Gibbs approached his chair. It felt like the most natural thing in the world for him to place a kiss onto the head of Gibbs' cock as soon as it was within reach. He'd wanted this pretty much since the day he first met Gibbs. The thought that it was coming true was a bit overwhelming. Tony opened and slowly took Gibbs into his mouth. Tony was sure that he was going to orgasm himself on the spot just from the taste of the Marine.
"DiNozzo..."
The sound of Gibbs moaning his name combined with the added pressure the older man was now putting on the back of his head caused Tony to move his mouth faster.
"DiNozzo!"
Tony knew that Gibbs must be getting close to coming because both his voice and the pressure at the back of Tony's head were becoming more urgent.
"DINOZZO!!!"
*Oh God.* Tony blinked. He was suddenly staring at a very clothed and clearly perturbed Gibbs standing in front of him. He must have fallen asleep while writing the reports.
"Must have been one hell of a dream DiNozzo."
Tony wondered if he'd said or, god forbid, done anything while he was asleep. He wondered if it was medically possible to die of embarrassment. He was sure if Ducky were here he'd have a lovely rambling story about some chap in Leeds who'd expired from embarrassment related causes. Glancing down at his still bulging crotch, Tony couldn't decide whether it would have been worse if he'd have just cum in his pants on the spot. Maybe he could have passed it off as spilling a drink? No. Gibbs would have known. Gibbs knew everything.
With that thought Tony's head smacked down onto the desk again. "Sorry boss. Fell asleep. I'll finish the report. Wont' happen again." The words came out mumbled against the desk. He couldn't face Gibbs at that moment. Heaven only knew what the man was thinking.
"C'mon DiNozzo." There was a hint of amusement in Gibbs' voice. Great. He was laughing at him. "You need some rest. I'll drive you home."
"S'okay. I can drive myself." He really just wanted Gibbs to go so he wouldn't have to look the man in the eyes for a day or two.
"I'll drive." Gibbs breath was right in Tony's ear. He'd moved behind Tony without him noticing. "Then while you finish telling me how hot I look in this uniform..." Gibbs paused and lightly bit the side of Tony's neck. "we can find one of your old patrol uniforms and see how you look in, or maybe even out of, it."
Tony had never scrambled to grab his gear so fast in his life. Then again, he'd never had that kind of motivation. As they got into the elevator Tony wondered what it was he'd said or done while he was dreaming that gave him away. He decided that it didn't matter. Gibbs knew. Gibbs always knew.
Author: Webbgirl
Rating: R
Category: PWP, Slight Crack
Genre: Slash
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was, never will be. No money has changed hands.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Who doesn't love a man in uniform? Certainly not Tony.
A/N: First fic in awhile. It's just over 1,000 words so nothing huge. I'm just hoping people don't throw rocks at me at this point. :)
Tony was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. It had been one of those days that seemed like it had lasted for a week. He was trying to focus on completing his report so he could head home and crawl into his warm, comfortable bed. It was a losing battle though. He'd read the same sentence four time and still wasn't sure what he was reading even though he'd written it. A quick glance around the bullpen told him that McGee and Kate had already completed their reports and left for the night. Brown nosers. He and Gibbs were the only ones left in the entire office.
It surprised Tony that Gibbs was still in the Dress Blue Charlies that he'd put on earlier to go undercover at Quantico. After some thought though, Tony figured that for a Semper Fi Marine like Gibbs, a uniform was just as comfortable as an old t-shirt and pair of jeans.
As Tony studied the older man, he understood why Marines got all the chicks. And even some of the guys. There was no denying that Gibbs was a good looking man under normal circumstances. Abby's nickname of "Silver Fox" was right on the money. When Gibbs was in a Marine uniform though? That put him into a whole other level. It didn't matter whether it was a set of dirty BDUs or a full Dress Mess. Gibbs was sex on a stick in a uniform.
The longer Tony let his gaze fall on Gibbs, the harder he got. He flushed when he realized that his glance had lasted too long and Gibbs was now staring back at him. Hurriedly Tony went back to work on his report. Well, at least back to looking like he was working on it.
A minute later he risked looking up again to see if Gibbs was still staring. Gibbs had perched himself on the edge of his own desk and was staring straight at Tony. It was impossible not to notice that Gibbs' legs were splayed in such a way that there was practically a neon arrow pointing to the growing bulge in his pants.
"See something you like DiNozzo?"
The tone of Gibbs' voice sent a fire through Tony that started at the base of his spine and shot straight up to his brain. "Boss?" The word came out somewhere between a squeak and a whisper.
"You've been staring at me all day like something you want to devour." As Gibbs spoke, he slowly ran his hand down the inside of his thigh. "Am I wrong?"
"Uh..n-no." When Gibbs' mouth curved into a predatory smile, Tony knew that he was in deep shit.
"I didn't think so. Question now is, what do you want to do about it?"
Tony wasn't sure what he'd expected to happen next, but Gibbs unzipping his fly and pulling his hardening dick out in the middle of the NCIS bullpen wasn't even close to being on the list. Tony, who'd been known to babble through just about any situation known to man, was suddenly without the power of speech.
Lazily Gibbs ran his fingers up and down the hard shaft. Tony was completely unable to look away. He was mesmerized by the slow movement of those strong fingers as they traveled back and forth. He wanted desperately to touch Gibbs and to taste him. Just being near the man on a day to day basis put Tony in a state of near-arousal at times. Having a uniformed, exposed and blatantly wanton Gibbs right in front of him? That was the stuff of wet dreams.
"DiNozzo..."
Tony's reverie was broken. "Yeah, boss?"
"You going to just sit there all night staring?"
"No, boss." Tony couldn't get his body to follow the words though. His limbs wouldn't move no matter how much his brain willed them to. In fact, the only part of his body he could really feel at that moment was the pulsing of his own cock which felt like it was trapped in a vice. His jeans had never felt quite that snug before.
With a slight chuckle Gibbs rose from his spot and walked over to Tony's desk. At that moment, Tony knew that he could die a happy man with just the vision of Leroy Jethro Gibbs walking towards him while stroking himself through the fly of his Dress Blue Charlies. In Tony's mind, there couldn't be a more amazing sight in the world.
Tony leaned forward, licking his lips as Gibbs approached his chair. It felt like the most natural thing in the world for him to place a kiss onto the head of Gibbs' cock as soon as it was within reach. He'd wanted this pretty much since the day he first met Gibbs. The thought that it was coming true was a bit overwhelming. Tony opened and slowly took Gibbs into his mouth. Tony was sure that he was going to orgasm himself on the spot just from the taste of the Marine.
"DiNozzo..."
The sound of Gibbs moaning his name combined with the added pressure the older man was now putting on the back of his head caused Tony to move his mouth faster.
"DiNozzo!"
Tony knew that Gibbs must be getting close to coming because both his voice and the pressure at the back of Tony's head were becoming more urgent.
"DINOZZO!!!"
*Oh God.* Tony blinked. He was suddenly staring at a very clothed and clearly perturbed Gibbs standing in front of him. He must have fallen asleep while writing the reports.
"Must have been one hell of a dream DiNozzo."
Tony wondered if he'd said or, god forbid, done anything while he was asleep. He wondered if it was medically possible to die of embarrassment. He was sure if Ducky were here he'd have a lovely rambling story about some chap in Leeds who'd expired from embarrassment related causes. Glancing down at his still bulging crotch, Tony couldn't decide whether it would have been worse if he'd have just cum in his pants on the spot. Maybe he could have passed it off as spilling a drink? No. Gibbs would have known. Gibbs knew everything.
With that thought Tony's head smacked down onto the desk again. "Sorry boss. Fell asleep. I'll finish the report. Wont' happen again." The words came out mumbled against the desk. He couldn't face Gibbs at that moment. Heaven only knew what the man was thinking.
"C'mon DiNozzo." There was a hint of amusement in Gibbs' voice. Great. He was laughing at him. "You need some rest. I'll drive you home."
"S'okay. I can drive myself." He really just wanted Gibbs to go so he wouldn't have to look the man in the eyes for a day or two.
"I'll drive." Gibbs breath was right in Tony's ear. He'd moved behind Tony without him noticing. "Then while you finish telling me how hot I look in this uniform..." Gibbs paused and lightly bit the side of Tony's neck. "we can find one of your old patrol uniforms and see how you look in, or maybe even out of, it."
Tony had never scrambled to grab his gear so fast in his life. Then again, he'd never had that kind of motivation. As they got into the elevator Tony wondered what it was he'd said or done while he was dreaming that gave him away. He decided that it didn't matter. Gibbs knew. Gibbs always knew.
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