Fic: Married (3/5)
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cinderella81 and sarkywoman
Title: Married
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: We don't own NCIS or anything related to the show ... damn it! *wink*
Summary: A extra night in Vegas and a lot of drinks lead to an interesting development in the relationship of Gibbs and DiNozzo ... Can they make it work? Or will it all fall apart?
Tony whistled to himself as he wandered through the bullpen, headed for his desk. He smiled and acknowledged coworkers, in a generally good mood. He’d spent the night at Gibbs’, and had made plans to move his stuff into Gibbs’ house the next weekend.
He sat down at his desk and booted up his computer, setting his coffee next to him. He and Gibbs had decided to arrive separately, but to go see the Director together to explain the change in their marital status.
"Hey Tony," Kate greeted him as he wandered in. "How was Vegas?"
"Pretty awesome," Tony answered. He had been building his courage since he left Gibbs' bed this morning. Oh why did he have to leave Gibbs' bed this morning? It was so safe there. "Got married."
“That’s nice … WHAT?” Kate said, her eyes wide. “You got *married*?”
“Who got married?” McGee asked.
“Tony,” Kate said. “Tony got married.”
"What?! No way." McGee was staring at Tony like he was an alien now. "*You* got married?! Were you drunk?"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Yes, I was drunk. But it's still good."
Kate looked shell-shocked. "So you're *staying* married?"
Tony nodded and looked down at the ring on his left ring finger. “Yes, I’m staying married,” he said.
“So, who’s the lucky girl?” McGee asked.
“Yes, do tell,” Kate said. “Some stripper you met during your drunken interlude in the city that never sleeps?”
Tony raised an eyebrow and looked over in Gibbs' direction. "Boss, they're underestimating me as a person. And implying that strippers are easily wed. Both are cruel, sweeping statements."
Gibbs sighed. "Kate, McGee? Stop underestimating Tony as a person and implying that strippers are easily wed. It's an unfair generalization. I was in Vegas and I can tell you that nobody weds as easily as Tony after a few cocktails."
“You were there?” McGee asked.
“Tell us, Gibbs,” Kate said. “Were you there at the ceremony? Did you get to meet Tony’s new wife?”
Tony held his breath as he waited for Gibbs’ response.
"It wouldn't have been much of a ceremony without me," Gibbs said, still enjoying the little game they were playing against Kate and McGee. "DiNozzo wouldn't have stayed upright through his vows."
"Hey now, in all fairness you bought me the last drink, which was the straw that broke the camel's back. I was doing fine until that weird, fruity blue thing."
“Hey, that fruity blue drink was the last in a *long* line of drinks, DiNozzo,” Gibbs said with a smile.
“So you *were* there,” McGee said.
“Of course he was, Probie,” Tony said, grinning wide and playing with the ring on his finger. “He was the groom.”
Even in the shocked silence, Tony couldn't keep the grin off of his face as he opened up the case files he was working on that day.
Kate laughed. "Ha, ha, very funny Tony."
Gibbs held up the hand with his new wedding ring on. "Problem with it, Kate?"
“You two … got married?” Kate said.
“Yep,” Tony replied, sipping his coffee and skimming over the file. Outside he was the epitome of cool, but inside his stomach was in knots wondering how they would react.
“Wow,” McGee said.
"Well I'm glad you didn't do the best man's speech..." Tony quipped. "Kate?"
"I... I..." She had stood up in her shock, but now she sat back down. "I honestly don't know what to say. Why didn't either of you ever tell me that you were dating?"
“Because we weren’t dating,” Gibbs replied, sitting down at his desk. He waited for his computer to load and sent an email to the Director, asking him to set aside time to talk to him and Tony.
“You weren’t … but you two got … I’m confused,” Kate said.
“Not a surprise,” Tony said with a grin.
Kate huffed indignantly. "No, *this* shouldn't be a surprise. You always were a brown-nose but actually marrying your boss? New low, Tony."
"I think it's a new high, actually," Tony replied, a little put-out by Kate's harsh words. "I'm very happy."
"That's great, Tony," smiled McGee from his desk. "I wish you both all the best."
“Thank you, Probie,” Tony said with a smile.
Gibbs gave McGee a small smile, grateful that at least one person from his team supported their decision. “The fact that Tony and I are now married is not going to interfere with how this team is run,” he said.
"Oh come *on*," Kate said, rolling her eyes at Gibbs. "You're trying to tell me the fact that you're sleeping with Tony won't affect your judgment? How could you possibly look at him the same way you look at us now?"
Gibbs stared her down calmly. "Agent Todd, I'm beginning to question your investigative abilities. Surely the fact that I married Tony would suggest that I never looked at him the same way in the first place."
Tony gave Gibbs a bright smile. He knew he had always been Gibbs’ favorite - hell, *everyone* knew he was Gibbs’ favorite.
“I … well, I assume you’ll be telling the Director about this revelation,” Kate said.
“Of course, Agent Todd,” Gibbs said stiffly. “It is procedure to inform the Director when one’s marital status changes. Paperwork, you know.”
"Will Tony have to leave the team?" McGee asked with genuine worry in his voice. It warmed Tony's heart to hear it. He always knew the Probie liked him really.
"No, I won't let that happen."
"What if it's for the best?" Kate asked.
“It’s not,” Gibbs said. “Tony works best with this team. It would be a detriment to our team to lose him.”
“Besides, no one else can handle me,” Tony said with a grin.
Kate blushed and shuddered. "Ugh, I did not need that mental image, Tony."
Tony pouted. "Boss, Kate's taking everything I say in a sexual context."
Gibbs sighed. "Kate, stop taking everything Tony says in a sexual context."
Kate frowned and looked at the two men. “Are you going to do that all the time?” she asked Tony.
“Do what?” Tony asked innocently.
“Go to Gibbs with every little thing,” Kate said. “You didn’t before, and you said that being married wouldn’t change how the team operated.”
“I didn’t say that, my husband did,” Tony replied with a grin.
"That's going to take some getting used to," McGee muttered.
Tony sighed at Kate's displeasure and went to her desk. "C'mon, Kate. I'm a newlywed! I'm just messing around. I won't be doing this tomorrow and Gibbs knows that, that's why he's not telling me off."
Kate laughed sharply. "He'll never shout at you again."
“Yes I will,” Gibbs said. “The fact that we’re married did not make Tony any less infuriating.”
“See?” Tony said. “It’ll be the same as before … just Gibbs and I are married.”
Kate shook her head. "This is going to be so weird."
"It's a shame you didn't have a big ceremony," McGee said thoughtfully.
Tony pointed at him dynamically. "See! Now that's what I said. I think." He turned to Gibbs. "Didn't I say that?"
“You did,” Gibbs said. “And I promised a honeymoon, do you want another ceremony?”
“It might be nice,” Tony said. “I kind of wanted the team to be there as witnesses.”
“You want us there?” McGee asked.
“Of course!” Tony replied.
Kate blinked, her anger seemingly evaporating. "Even me? After how I reacted?"
Tony grabbed her into a hug. "Of course you," he said, hugging her tighter every time she squealed in protest. "You and Abby and Probie and Jimmy and Ducky...."
"Ducky can be my best man," Gibbs said.
“I’ll start planning,” Tony said, finally releasing Kate after she smacked him on the back a couple of times. He gave her a grin and moved to sit at her desk.
“Tony, we have a meeting with the Director in twenty minutes,” Gibbs said.
“Damn, that’s not enough time to tell Ducky and Abby,” Tony said.
“Sure it is,” Gibbs said.
“No, it really isn’t,” Tony said. “Ducky will start in on some story about the history of eloping and Abby will … needless to say it’ll take a while.”
Gibbs thought it over. "Okay, I'll go and tell Ducky while you handle Abby."
Tony's face lit up. "Seriously? Awesome! Don't be alarmed if I come back covered in caf-pow. It just means the excitement was too much and our lovable forensic scientist exploded."
Gibbs laughed and nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. “Meet me upstairs in twenty.”
“Got it, Boss,” Tony said as he headed for the stairs and ran down to Abby’s lab.
As he ran into the lab, Tony did something he'd never done before and turned off Abby's music. As expected, she turned around with a glare of impending doom. "TONY! You know you aren't allowed to turn off my music and-"
"GIBBS AND I GOT MARRIED IN VEGAS!" Tony yelled, waving his ring-wearing hand at her.
Tony would have to mark it on the calendar, the day he rendered Abby Sciuto speechless. She stared at him for a good five minutes in complete silence before her caf-pow dropped to the ground and she wrapped Tony in a tight hug.
“Oh my God!” she cried. “You two? Married? How?”
Tony hugged her back as he sort of explained. "Vegas! Casino! Cocktails! Flirting! Wedding! Sex!"
Abby drew back sharply and stared into his eyes. "Details on that last part."
"Abby..." Tony said, reluctant to share.
"Details, Tony!"
“Kinda don’t have time, Abs,” Tony said. “Gibbs and I have a meeting with the Director in … ten minutes.”
“Meeting with the Director? You’re not transferring are you?” Abby asked.
“No,” Tony said. “We just … paperwork and all that.”
"Oooh, making it official," Abby said with a grin. Then the grin vanished and she punched his arm.
"Ow! What was that for?!" Tony asked, rubbing the injured place.
"You and Gibbs got married and I WASN'T INVITED!"
Tony frowned a bit. “Last minute wedding, Abs,” he said. “No time for invites. Gibbs promised me another ceremony, though. You’ll all be invited, promise.”
“I’d better be invited, buster,” Abby said.
"Of course you are!" Tony said. "You think I just came down here to gloat? You and Kate and Jimmy are going to be right there in the front row."
"Bridesmaid?" Abby asked, calculating.
Tony shook his head. "I won't be wearing a dress. And I want you and Kate sitting pretty at the front. McGee can follow me down the aisle."
“McGee, huh?” Abby said. “I guess … I can be satisfied being at the wedding and not being *in* the wedding.”
“Thanks, Abs,” Tony said, giving the forensic tech a hug. “Still kind of can’t believe it.”
"So... you're wife number... what's he up to now?" Abby teased.
Tony poked his tongue out at her. "I'm not his wife. I'm his husband. Or life-partner."
Abby snorted. "Yeah, whatever. I can't imagine Gibbs spreading 'em for you."
“He doesn’t,” Tony admitted.
“See? You *are* the wife!” Abby said with a grin. “That’s so cute!”
“Abby,” Tony said. “We’re … partners. I’m not the wife.” Although that didn’t stop Gibbs from calling him ‘wife’ when they were alone.
"Who proposed?" Abby asked. "Using cultural stereotypes as a basis for our decision on your wife status."
"Well, it wasn't really a proposal," Tony mused, "More like he got me drunk then told me we were getting married."
“So he proposed,” Abby said.
“It wasn’t a proposal,” Tony said. “More like … “
“An order?” Abby asked with a grin.
Tony grinned back. "Yeah."
"Hmm, sounds pretty conclusive to me. But who bought the rings?" Abby was examining the one on Tony's finger closely. "It's nice."
"I picked it out," Tony said. "But I guess he bought it. But I bought him clothes!"
Abby rolled her eyes. "You're just providing further evidence."
“Fine,” Tony said. “I’m the wife. Now, I gotta go meet Gibbs and talk to the Director.”
“Okay,” Abby said. “Hey, can I buy you a garter for when you renew your vows?”
"Yeah, yeah, very funny," Tony said as he retreated from the lab.
"At least let me choose the flowers!" Abby called after him.
"No! I don't want them to be black!" Tony called back as he entered the elevator.
Abby pouted for all of a minute before turning her music back on and having dirty thoughts about Tony and the silver haired fox.
Tony rode the elevator up, smiling when the door opened to show Gibbs waiting for him. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” Gibbs replied, sneaking in a quick kiss. “The Director’s waiting.”
"Cool. How did Ducky react?"
Gibbs chuckled. "If you really wanna know you could head down to Autopsy and find out. He's probably still telling the same story of two of his friends back in medical school."
Tony smiled widely and they made their way up to the Director's office.
“Gibbs, Tony,” Director Morrow said. “Good to see you two … care to fill me in on why I needed to set time aside to see you?”
“Well,” Gibbs said as he and Tony sat down. “Tony and I got married two nights ago.”
Morrow blinked and set aside his papers. "I'm sorry?"
"Tony and I married two nights ago. We need to make sure that's not a problem with you and we need it updated on our files."
Morrow looked between them as though he was waiting for a punchline.
“We’re not joking,” Tony said. He lifted his left hand and showed Director Morrow the ring on his finger. “We got married.”
“Um … wow,” Director Morrow said. “This is not what I was expecting … “
“Were you expecting one of us to hand in our resignation?” Gibbs asked.
“No,” Director Morrow said. “I just was not expecting an announcement about your nuptials.”
"Nuptials..." Tony repeated, "Haven't used that one yet." Gibbs kicked him lightly under the table. "Ow! Domestic abuse!"
Morrow was still looking perplexed. "I want to ask why the hell you'd marry him, but I don't know which one of you to ask."
Gibbs laughed a bit. “We want to stay on the same team,” he said.
“I don’t see why that would be a problem,” Director Morrow said. “Honestly, no one else could handle you both.” He laughed a bit and looked through his desk for the appropriate paperwork. “You both have paperwork to fill out.”
"Makes it official," Tony said gleefully, practically bouncing in his seat.
Morrow chuckled as he handed the forms over. "You sure you have the energy for this one, Jethro? You generally prefer them independent and demure."
"I could be demure!" Tony said, offended.
Director Morrow shot him a look, as if to say ‘yeah, I believe that’. “Well, all I can say is good luck … to the both of you,” he said as he handed over the papers. “Have those back to me by the end of the week.”
Tony stood up first and took the papers away. Morrow watched him go, wondering what if Gibbs had just been enticed by the athletic body or if there was more to...
"Ah-hem." Tom looked back to find Gibbs standing there glaring at him. "You mind not eyeing up my new wife?"
Morrow cleared his throat and looked away, shuffling papers on his desk.
“Uh-huh,” Gibbs said, standing and patting Tony on the ass.
“Jethro,” Tony whispered. “Can we leave the ‘wife’ thing at home?”
Gibbs frowned at the younger man as Tony folded his form and slid it into his pocket. "You don't wanna be my wife?"
Tony sighed and put his palms against Gibbs' chest. "You know I do. Just, here at work, people would respect me more if I was your partner or husband."
Gibbs sighed and nodded, pulling Tony in for a hug. “All right, I’ll leave the ‘wife’ stuff at home,” he said with a grin.
“And no aprons,” Tony murmured. “I don’t do aprons.”
"Now that's a shame," Gibbs said, sliding his hands down to cup Tony's ass. "I think you'd look pretty good in an apron with nothing beneath it." Then he took Tony's mouth in a deep kiss that had his husband moaning and pressing closer.
Director Morrow cleared his throat. "Uh, if that's all, boys...."
“Yeah, that’s all,” Tony said.
“We’ll have the paperwork to you at the end of the week,” Gibbs said, leading Tony from the Director’s office.
“You really want me in an apron, Jethro?” Tony hissed as they headed back down to the bullpen, Tony desperately trying to think of anything, *anything*, to make is erection go away.
"I'd rather have you naked," Gibbs said. "Or maybe wearing something of mine."
Tony groaned, partly from arousal and partly from dismay. "I can't, you shop at Sears."
"What about one of my NCIS t-shirts?" Gibbs asked. "They're baggy. You could wear one to bed."
“Maybe,” Tony said. “I think I’d like the idea of wearing one of your shirts … the smell of you all around me as I sleep .. .”
“Tony,” Gibbs groaned softly. “Christ … that’s the hottest fucking thing ever … “
Tony just smiled and gave Gibbs a quick peck before sitting down at his desk and filling out the paperwork Director Morrow gave him.
At least now he knew he wasn't the *only* one having trouble sitting still, with all the heated looks Gibbs was giving him. They shouldn't have come into work. Not while they still had newlywed-fever. Tony just wanted to sweep all of the things off of his desk and say casually, nonchalantly, "Hey Jethro. Come over here and do me."
Kate and McGee could practically see the tension between the two men. Kate tried to ignore it, while McGee just wanted to stand up and tell the two of them to go and just get it over with.
When Gibbs got a call about a new case, McGee was sent to gas the truck and Kate was sent to get Ducky. Tony was, naturally, with Gibbs.
"Better get used to this, McGee," Kate said of the blatant preferential treatment as they walked to the elevator together.
"What, seeing Gibbs happy? You're right, it is weird."
“Not just that Gibbs is happy,” Kate said. “What’s going to happen when we get to the scene? Who do you think is going to get the job of sketching and shooting while the rest of us are relegated to processing the scene?”
“You think Tony’s always going to sketch and shoot?” McGee asked. “He won’t though … sometimes he’s better at getting witness statements.”
"It doesn't matter what we're good at anymore, McGee," Kate continued as they waited for the elevator. "We'll get jobs based on Tony's preference now. Gibbs is getting on in years, has to keep the toyboy happy somehow."
"Kate."
She turned to see Tony and Gibbs standing right behind her, Tony looking awkward and Gibbs looking... she didn't want to examine him closely.
Tony blushed and ducked his head, insecurities running wild. Is that what Kate really thought? That he was Gibbs’ toy and needed to be kept happy so that he would stay with Gibbs? Tony had already decided that he was in it for the long haul. “I’ll … go check the back of the truck,” Tony muttered.
Gibbs watched him head off down the stairs. "Go with him McGee." As the newest agent hurried off, the elevator doors opened and Kate and Gibbs stepped in together. The doors shut, they traveled down some way, then Gibbs reached out and flicked off the power. "Talk to me, Kate."
“I just see how it’s going to be,” Kate said. “You’re going to give your husband preferential treatment *because* he’s your husband.”
“You don’t know that,” Gibbs said. “You don’t know a thing about how Tony and I will behave at a crime scene. Being in the bullpen is different, the tone isn’t the same. My spouse and I will be the epitome of professional at a crime scene. I don’t want him off our team … I’m not going to risk it.”
"What if you can't help it?" Kate asked. "I mean, you do love him, right?"
"I don't marry out of boredom, Kate," Gibbs said dryly.
"Could have fooled me," she muttered. "He's what, your fourth marriage?" Her eyes hardened as she took a deep breath to speak. "He deserves better, Gibbs."
“Kate, I want you to listen very closely to what I am going to say, because I will only say this once,” Gibbs said. “I have wanted Tony since the first moment I saw him. I would gladly put down my life for his. He is the most important thing in my life.”
She raised an eyebrow coolly, refusing to be cowed this time. "Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously!" he snapped, getting irritated now.
"Okay then." She shrugged. "In that case you have my blessing." She reached out and flicked the power back on the elevator.
Gibbs rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to smack Kate upside the back of her head as the elevator made it’s way down to the parking garage.
“I’m really happy for you,” McGee told Tony as they checked the truck. “I’m glad you found someone … even if it is Gibbs.”
“He’s really not that bad,” Tony said with a smile.
"I don't know..." McGee said uncertainly. "I think you just have the temperament to put up with him." Tony looked over McGee's shoulder. "He's behind me, isn't he?"
McGee turned around with an apology on his lips, but the parking lot was still empty. When he turned back to Tony though, the senior agent bopped him on the head with rolled up paper and laughed. "Gotcha."
“Tony!” McGee said.
Tony grinned and finished checking the truck. “Had to, Probie,” he said with a wink. “And … the truck is ready to go.”
“Perfect timing,” Gibbs said from the elevator as he and Kate made their way through the garage.
"I'll sit in the back," Tony offered, still uncertain about how to behave now that he was married to the boss.
"Nonsense," said Kate, folding her arms. "You're the senior field agent. McGee should sit in the back."
"There'll be room for both of you in the front," Gibbs said to her, "because me and DiNozzo are taking the car."
“We are?” Tony said.
“We are,” Gibbs said. “With me, DiNozzo.”
“On it, Boss,” Tony said, following Gibbs to the waiting car.
Kate smirked and shook her head as she climbed into the truck. McGee frowned as the car sped off before he and Kate had even belted themselves in. "They're sure in a hurry," he said.
"I think Gibbs wants a head-start," Kate said slyly. She started up the truck then frowned. "McGee..."
"Yeah?"
"Where are we going?"
McGee frowned and looked at the speeding car. “Crap,” he said, pulling his cellphone out.
“What are you doing?” Kate asked, speeding off and hoping that she could keep up with Gibbs’ driving.
“Tony,” McGee said. “He can ask Gibbs and relay it to us.”
Kate narrowed her eyes as Gibbs' car got further and further away. She refused to break the speed limit in a truck. Soon Gibbs was a dot on the horizon.
"Hey, Tony?" McGee had his finger to one ear and the phone to the other. "Uh, yeah, we noticed. Can you tell me where we're going? Uh-huh. Thanks. Mm-hm. Well you got in the car with him..." McGee hung up with a chuckle.
“Well?” Kate said as she drove.
“I know where we’re headed,” McGee said.
“Care to fill me in?” Kate asked. “I’d kind of like to know if I need to change freeways or not … “
McGee laughed and gave her the directions to the crime scene, a petty officer’s on base apartment.
"Boss," Tony gasped, clutching the handle above the window, "Any reason you're driving faster than usual?"
"The truck's slow. We're fast, but could be faster. Knowing Kate's sedate driving pace, I think we can get there at least twenty-five minutes ahead of her."
Tony frowned with confusion. "When did we start racing?"
“When we got married,” Gibbs said. “I want a little bit of alone time with my … spouse.” He shot Tony a wink as sped around a corner.
“On the clock, Jethro?” Tony asked. “Devious.”
They did indeed reach the area a full thirty-five minutes before the time Gibbs expected Kate to be there. He pulled up a couple of streets away, in a deserted garage with a functional door. He got out, closed it, and climbed back into the car. "Make the most of this, I'm already disgusted with myself for letting you distract me so badly."
“Oh come on, Jethro,” Tony said, climbing into the backseat with his husband. “We’re still newlyweds … we’re expected to indulge in a little hanky panky.”
“Hanky panky, DiNozzo?” Gibbs said, rolling his eyes. “How about just a little making out in the backseat before the rest of the team arrives?”
"Okay," Tony said with a smile. If there was one area where he would bet against Gibbs' famous willpower, it was here in the back seat with him. He let Gibbs control the kisses, let the man's tongue explore him, teased back with little tiny licks of his own. And as Gibbs' breathing grew heavier, Tony slid a leg over him so that he was straddling his husband's lap. Then he started to shift his hips slowly, subtly, in time with his tongue.
“Oh Christ, DiNozzo,” Gibbs groaned, gripping Tony’s hips. “We really … really … can’t … “
“Can’t what?” Tony whispered, nibbling on Gibbs’ bottom lip. “Can’t make out?”
“You can’t … fuck … the rest … of the team … will be coming … soon,” Gibbs gasped, grinding against Tony.
"Mmm, but you want to," Tony purred into Gibbs' ear. "Didn't know what you were getting into when you married me, boss," he whispered, rubbing against the hardness in Jethro's trousers. "Thought you could control me, but here, body to body, you got nothing on me." Tony bit down hard on Gibbs' shoulder. "When we're together like this, I've got you round my little finger."
Gibbs groaned and squeezed Tony’s hips. “No Tony,” he whispered. “The team will be here in … “ He snuck a look at his watch. “Ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes is a long time, Jethro,” Tony whispered, leaning up to nibble on Gibbs’ ear. “We could do a lot in ten minutes … “
"Could start work on the crime scene," Gibbs gasped out as Tony unzipped his trousers.
"Could, but we won't. Because I'm going to suck you off instead and you'll want to stop me but you'll want to come down my throat more." Tony slid to the side and pulled Jethro's hard cock free from his underwear. He licked his lips and went to work.
Gibbs groaned and gripped the seat as he felt Tony’s mouth wrap around his cock. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. God, he loved Tony’s mouth … he know just what to do with it, how to make him … “Christ!”
Tony hummed around Gibbs’ cock, sucking happily. He loved being married to Gibbs.
And to think, he'd promised Kate he and Tony would be professional. But then they had *just* gotten married. Some leeway was allowed. As long as they didn't start doing this every day... God, if they did this every day Gibbs really would be wrapped around Tony's little finger, buried in that gorgeous mouth. How could he possibly refuse DiNozzo anything when his... fuck it, his *wife* was so eager to please him?
It didn’t take long for Tony to make Gibbs come, and Tony drank down every last drop. He gently licked Gibbs clean and tucked the spent cock back inside his husband’s pants.
“And we have … five minutes to spare,” Tony said with a grin.
Gibbs saw Tony had undone his own pants at some point and was going commando, his cock so hard he was leaking. Was that from sucking him? Was Tony that submissive? "You want me to...."
"I got it," Tony said, grabbing a pack of travel tissues from his pocket and keeping them close as he straddled Gibbs again. "You just relax and enjoy." Then, sat in Gibbs' lap, Tony began stroking himself, a tissue in the other hand so that when he came he didn't ruin Gibbs' shirt.
Gibbs groaned and watched Tony work. The look on Tony’s face was pure sex as he stroked himself, whimpering softly.
Tony groaned and stroked himself fast and hard, wanting to come quickly before the team got there. He really didn’t want to get in trouble on their first day on the job as a married couple.
"Tony, you're so beautiful," Gibbs murmured, stroking his fingers over the younger man's cheekbone. Tony rocked on his lap, his hand sliding in the slickness of his own making, up and down his shaft. Gibbs licked one of his own fingers then began rubbing it in a circular motion around the head of Tony's cock.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God...." Tony gasped.
“That’s it, Tony,” Gibbs murmured. “Come for me … come for me … “
Tony groaned and spilled into the tissue, collapsing on top of Gibbs. “Oh … that was … so good,” he murmured.
"It was fantastic," Gibbs agreed, nuzzling his partner's hair affectionately. "But Kate and McGee have probably been waiting for a little while now."
Tony let out a sigh. "Damn, we'd better get over there then." He couldn't stop himself from looking over Gibbs and licking his lips though. Why did they have to work today? "We need to book time off for that honeymoon..."
“I will get next weekend off, just for you and me,” Gibbs murmured. “Let’s get back over to the scene.”
“Yeah,” Tony murmured, climbing over the seat to sit in the passenger seat.
Gibbs walked around and sat behind the steering wheel, mentally smacking himself.
They sped down the road, screeching to a halt outside the petty officer's apartment. They got out of the car and checked one another over to make sure they were presentable and showed no signs of having just engaged in unprofessional activities. "Do I meet your standards, boss?" Tony asked in a low and deliberately sexual tone.
Gibbs breathed in deeply and sighed it out. "Don't do this to me, Tony," he warned.
“Sorry, just can’t help myself,” Tony whispered. He leaned in, kissed Gibbs’ neck and nibbled his ear before sauntering into the crime scene.
“Fuck,” Gibbs grumbled as he followed his … wife.
Part Four is here
cinderella81 and sarkywomanTitle: Married
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: We don't own NCIS or anything related to the show ... damn it! *wink*
Summary: A extra night in Vegas and a lot of drinks lead to an interesting development in the relationship of Gibbs and DiNozzo ... Can they make it work? Or will it all fall apart?
Tony whistled to himself as he wandered through the bullpen, headed for his desk. He smiled and acknowledged coworkers, in a generally good mood. He’d spent the night at Gibbs’, and had made plans to move his stuff into Gibbs’ house the next weekend.
He sat down at his desk and booted up his computer, setting his coffee next to him. He and Gibbs had decided to arrive separately, but to go see the Director together to explain the change in their marital status.
"Hey Tony," Kate greeted him as he wandered in. "How was Vegas?"
"Pretty awesome," Tony answered. He had been building his courage since he left Gibbs' bed this morning. Oh why did he have to leave Gibbs' bed this morning? It was so safe there. "Got married."
“That’s nice … WHAT?” Kate said, her eyes wide. “You got *married*?”
“Who got married?” McGee asked.
“Tony,” Kate said. “Tony got married.”
"What?! No way." McGee was staring at Tony like he was an alien now. "*You* got married?! Were you drunk?"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Yes, I was drunk. But it's still good."
Kate looked shell-shocked. "So you're *staying* married?"
Tony nodded and looked down at the ring on his left ring finger. “Yes, I’m staying married,” he said.
“So, who’s the lucky girl?” McGee asked.
“Yes, do tell,” Kate said. “Some stripper you met during your drunken interlude in the city that never sleeps?”
Tony raised an eyebrow and looked over in Gibbs' direction. "Boss, they're underestimating me as a person. And implying that strippers are easily wed. Both are cruel, sweeping statements."
Gibbs sighed. "Kate, McGee? Stop underestimating Tony as a person and implying that strippers are easily wed. It's an unfair generalization. I was in Vegas and I can tell you that nobody weds as easily as Tony after a few cocktails."
“You were there?” McGee asked.
“Tell us, Gibbs,” Kate said. “Were you there at the ceremony? Did you get to meet Tony’s new wife?”
Tony held his breath as he waited for Gibbs’ response.
"It wouldn't have been much of a ceremony without me," Gibbs said, still enjoying the little game they were playing against Kate and McGee. "DiNozzo wouldn't have stayed upright through his vows."
"Hey now, in all fairness you bought me the last drink, which was the straw that broke the camel's back. I was doing fine until that weird, fruity blue thing."
“Hey, that fruity blue drink was the last in a *long* line of drinks, DiNozzo,” Gibbs said with a smile.
“So you *were* there,” McGee said.
“Of course he was, Probie,” Tony said, grinning wide and playing with the ring on his finger. “He was the groom.”
Even in the shocked silence, Tony couldn't keep the grin off of his face as he opened up the case files he was working on that day.
Kate laughed. "Ha, ha, very funny Tony."
Gibbs held up the hand with his new wedding ring on. "Problem with it, Kate?"
“You two … got married?” Kate said.
“Yep,” Tony replied, sipping his coffee and skimming over the file. Outside he was the epitome of cool, but inside his stomach was in knots wondering how they would react.
“Wow,” McGee said.
"Well I'm glad you didn't do the best man's speech..." Tony quipped. "Kate?"
"I... I..." She had stood up in her shock, but now she sat back down. "I honestly don't know what to say. Why didn't either of you ever tell me that you were dating?"
“Because we weren’t dating,” Gibbs replied, sitting down at his desk. He waited for his computer to load and sent an email to the Director, asking him to set aside time to talk to him and Tony.
“You weren’t … but you two got … I’m confused,” Kate said.
“Not a surprise,” Tony said with a grin.
Kate huffed indignantly. "No, *this* shouldn't be a surprise. You always were a brown-nose but actually marrying your boss? New low, Tony."
"I think it's a new high, actually," Tony replied, a little put-out by Kate's harsh words. "I'm very happy."
"That's great, Tony," smiled McGee from his desk. "I wish you both all the best."
“Thank you, Probie,” Tony said with a smile.
Gibbs gave McGee a small smile, grateful that at least one person from his team supported their decision. “The fact that Tony and I are now married is not going to interfere with how this team is run,” he said.
"Oh come *on*," Kate said, rolling her eyes at Gibbs. "You're trying to tell me the fact that you're sleeping with Tony won't affect your judgment? How could you possibly look at him the same way you look at us now?"
Gibbs stared her down calmly. "Agent Todd, I'm beginning to question your investigative abilities. Surely the fact that I married Tony would suggest that I never looked at him the same way in the first place."
Tony gave Gibbs a bright smile. He knew he had always been Gibbs’ favorite - hell, *everyone* knew he was Gibbs’ favorite.
“I … well, I assume you’ll be telling the Director about this revelation,” Kate said.
“Of course, Agent Todd,” Gibbs said stiffly. “It is procedure to inform the Director when one’s marital status changes. Paperwork, you know.”
"Will Tony have to leave the team?" McGee asked with genuine worry in his voice. It warmed Tony's heart to hear it. He always knew the Probie liked him really.
"No, I won't let that happen."
"What if it's for the best?" Kate asked.
“It’s not,” Gibbs said. “Tony works best with this team. It would be a detriment to our team to lose him.”
“Besides, no one else can handle me,” Tony said with a grin.
Kate blushed and shuddered. "Ugh, I did not need that mental image, Tony."
Tony pouted. "Boss, Kate's taking everything I say in a sexual context."
Gibbs sighed. "Kate, stop taking everything Tony says in a sexual context."
Kate frowned and looked at the two men. “Are you going to do that all the time?” she asked Tony.
“Do what?” Tony asked innocently.
“Go to Gibbs with every little thing,” Kate said. “You didn’t before, and you said that being married wouldn’t change how the team operated.”
“I didn’t say that, my husband did,” Tony replied with a grin.
"That's going to take some getting used to," McGee muttered.
Tony sighed at Kate's displeasure and went to her desk. "C'mon, Kate. I'm a newlywed! I'm just messing around. I won't be doing this tomorrow and Gibbs knows that, that's why he's not telling me off."
Kate laughed sharply. "He'll never shout at you again."
“Yes I will,” Gibbs said. “The fact that we’re married did not make Tony any less infuriating.”
“See?” Tony said. “It’ll be the same as before … just Gibbs and I are married.”
Kate shook her head. "This is going to be so weird."
"It's a shame you didn't have a big ceremony," McGee said thoughtfully.
Tony pointed at him dynamically. "See! Now that's what I said. I think." He turned to Gibbs. "Didn't I say that?"
“You did,” Gibbs said. “And I promised a honeymoon, do you want another ceremony?”
“It might be nice,” Tony said. “I kind of wanted the team to be there as witnesses.”
“You want us there?” McGee asked.
“Of course!” Tony replied.
Kate blinked, her anger seemingly evaporating. "Even me? After how I reacted?"
Tony grabbed her into a hug. "Of course you," he said, hugging her tighter every time she squealed in protest. "You and Abby and Probie and Jimmy and Ducky...."
"Ducky can be my best man," Gibbs said.
“I’ll start planning,” Tony said, finally releasing Kate after she smacked him on the back a couple of times. He gave her a grin and moved to sit at her desk.
“Tony, we have a meeting with the Director in twenty minutes,” Gibbs said.
“Damn, that’s not enough time to tell Ducky and Abby,” Tony said.
“Sure it is,” Gibbs said.
“No, it really isn’t,” Tony said. “Ducky will start in on some story about the history of eloping and Abby will … needless to say it’ll take a while.”
Gibbs thought it over. "Okay, I'll go and tell Ducky while you handle Abby."
Tony's face lit up. "Seriously? Awesome! Don't be alarmed if I come back covered in caf-pow. It just means the excitement was too much and our lovable forensic scientist exploded."
Gibbs laughed and nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. “Meet me upstairs in twenty.”
“Got it, Boss,” Tony said as he headed for the stairs and ran down to Abby’s lab.
As he ran into the lab, Tony did something he'd never done before and turned off Abby's music. As expected, she turned around with a glare of impending doom. "TONY! You know you aren't allowed to turn off my music and-"
"GIBBS AND I GOT MARRIED IN VEGAS!" Tony yelled, waving his ring-wearing hand at her.
Tony would have to mark it on the calendar, the day he rendered Abby Sciuto speechless. She stared at him for a good five minutes in complete silence before her caf-pow dropped to the ground and she wrapped Tony in a tight hug.
“Oh my God!” she cried. “You two? Married? How?”
Tony hugged her back as he sort of explained. "Vegas! Casino! Cocktails! Flirting! Wedding! Sex!"
Abby drew back sharply and stared into his eyes. "Details on that last part."
"Abby..." Tony said, reluctant to share.
"Details, Tony!"
“Kinda don’t have time, Abs,” Tony said. “Gibbs and I have a meeting with the Director in … ten minutes.”
“Meeting with the Director? You’re not transferring are you?” Abby asked.
“No,” Tony said. “We just … paperwork and all that.”
"Oooh, making it official," Abby said with a grin. Then the grin vanished and she punched his arm.
"Ow! What was that for?!" Tony asked, rubbing the injured place.
"You and Gibbs got married and I WASN'T INVITED!"
Tony frowned a bit. “Last minute wedding, Abs,” he said. “No time for invites. Gibbs promised me another ceremony, though. You’ll all be invited, promise.”
“I’d better be invited, buster,” Abby said.
"Of course you are!" Tony said. "You think I just came down here to gloat? You and Kate and Jimmy are going to be right there in the front row."
"Bridesmaid?" Abby asked, calculating.
Tony shook his head. "I won't be wearing a dress. And I want you and Kate sitting pretty at the front. McGee can follow me down the aisle."
“McGee, huh?” Abby said. “I guess … I can be satisfied being at the wedding and not being *in* the wedding.”
“Thanks, Abs,” Tony said, giving the forensic tech a hug. “Still kind of can’t believe it.”
"So... you're wife number... what's he up to now?" Abby teased.
Tony poked his tongue out at her. "I'm not his wife. I'm his husband. Or life-partner."
Abby snorted. "Yeah, whatever. I can't imagine Gibbs spreading 'em for you."
“He doesn’t,” Tony admitted.
“See? You *are* the wife!” Abby said with a grin. “That’s so cute!”
“Abby,” Tony said. “We’re … partners. I’m not the wife.” Although that didn’t stop Gibbs from calling him ‘wife’ when they were alone.
"Who proposed?" Abby asked. "Using cultural stereotypes as a basis for our decision on your wife status."
"Well, it wasn't really a proposal," Tony mused, "More like he got me drunk then told me we were getting married."
“So he proposed,” Abby said.
“It wasn’t a proposal,” Tony said. “More like … “
“An order?” Abby asked with a grin.
Tony grinned back. "Yeah."
"Hmm, sounds pretty conclusive to me. But who bought the rings?" Abby was examining the one on Tony's finger closely. "It's nice."
"I picked it out," Tony said. "But I guess he bought it. But I bought him clothes!"
Abby rolled her eyes. "You're just providing further evidence."
“Fine,” Tony said. “I’m the wife. Now, I gotta go meet Gibbs and talk to the Director.”
“Okay,” Abby said. “Hey, can I buy you a garter for when you renew your vows?”
"Yeah, yeah, very funny," Tony said as he retreated from the lab.
"At least let me choose the flowers!" Abby called after him.
"No! I don't want them to be black!" Tony called back as he entered the elevator.
Abby pouted for all of a minute before turning her music back on and having dirty thoughts about Tony and the silver haired fox.
Tony rode the elevator up, smiling when the door opened to show Gibbs waiting for him. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” Gibbs replied, sneaking in a quick kiss. “The Director’s waiting.”
"Cool. How did Ducky react?"
Gibbs chuckled. "If you really wanna know you could head down to Autopsy and find out. He's probably still telling the same story of two of his friends back in medical school."
Tony smiled widely and they made their way up to the Director's office.
“Gibbs, Tony,” Director Morrow said. “Good to see you two … care to fill me in on why I needed to set time aside to see you?”
“Well,” Gibbs said as he and Tony sat down. “Tony and I got married two nights ago.”
Morrow blinked and set aside his papers. "I'm sorry?"
"Tony and I married two nights ago. We need to make sure that's not a problem with you and we need it updated on our files."
Morrow looked between them as though he was waiting for a punchline.
“We’re not joking,” Tony said. He lifted his left hand and showed Director Morrow the ring on his finger. “We got married.”
“Um … wow,” Director Morrow said. “This is not what I was expecting … “
“Were you expecting one of us to hand in our resignation?” Gibbs asked.
“No,” Director Morrow said. “I just was not expecting an announcement about your nuptials.”
"Nuptials..." Tony repeated, "Haven't used that one yet." Gibbs kicked him lightly under the table. "Ow! Domestic abuse!"
Morrow was still looking perplexed. "I want to ask why the hell you'd marry him, but I don't know which one of you to ask."
Gibbs laughed a bit. “We want to stay on the same team,” he said.
“I don’t see why that would be a problem,” Director Morrow said. “Honestly, no one else could handle you both.” He laughed a bit and looked through his desk for the appropriate paperwork. “You both have paperwork to fill out.”
"Makes it official," Tony said gleefully, practically bouncing in his seat.
Morrow chuckled as he handed the forms over. "You sure you have the energy for this one, Jethro? You generally prefer them independent and demure."
"I could be demure!" Tony said, offended.
Director Morrow shot him a look, as if to say ‘yeah, I believe that’. “Well, all I can say is good luck … to the both of you,” he said as he handed over the papers. “Have those back to me by the end of the week.”
Tony stood up first and took the papers away. Morrow watched him go, wondering what if Gibbs had just been enticed by the athletic body or if there was more to...
"Ah-hem." Tom looked back to find Gibbs standing there glaring at him. "You mind not eyeing up my new wife?"
Morrow cleared his throat and looked away, shuffling papers on his desk.
“Uh-huh,” Gibbs said, standing and patting Tony on the ass.
“Jethro,” Tony whispered. “Can we leave the ‘wife’ thing at home?”
Gibbs frowned at the younger man as Tony folded his form and slid it into his pocket. "You don't wanna be my wife?"
Tony sighed and put his palms against Gibbs' chest. "You know I do. Just, here at work, people would respect me more if I was your partner or husband."
Gibbs sighed and nodded, pulling Tony in for a hug. “All right, I’ll leave the ‘wife’ stuff at home,” he said with a grin.
“And no aprons,” Tony murmured. “I don’t do aprons.”
"Now that's a shame," Gibbs said, sliding his hands down to cup Tony's ass. "I think you'd look pretty good in an apron with nothing beneath it." Then he took Tony's mouth in a deep kiss that had his husband moaning and pressing closer.
Director Morrow cleared his throat. "Uh, if that's all, boys...."
“Yeah, that’s all,” Tony said.
“We’ll have the paperwork to you at the end of the week,” Gibbs said, leading Tony from the Director’s office.
“You really want me in an apron, Jethro?” Tony hissed as they headed back down to the bullpen, Tony desperately trying to think of anything, *anything*, to make is erection go away.
"I'd rather have you naked," Gibbs said. "Or maybe wearing something of mine."
Tony groaned, partly from arousal and partly from dismay. "I can't, you shop at Sears."
"What about one of my NCIS t-shirts?" Gibbs asked. "They're baggy. You could wear one to bed."
“Maybe,” Tony said. “I think I’d like the idea of wearing one of your shirts … the smell of you all around me as I sleep .. .”
“Tony,” Gibbs groaned softly. “Christ … that’s the hottest fucking thing ever … “
Tony just smiled and gave Gibbs a quick peck before sitting down at his desk and filling out the paperwork Director Morrow gave him.
At least now he knew he wasn't the *only* one having trouble sitting still, with all the heated looks Gibbs was giving him. They shouldn't have come into work. Not while they still had newlywed-fever. Tony just wanted to sweep all of the things off of his desk and say casually, nonchalantly, "Hey Jethro. Come over here and do me."
Kate and McGee could practically see the tension between the two men. Kate tried to ignore it, while McGee just wanted to stand up and tell the two of them to go and just get it over with.
When Gibbs got a call about a new case, McGee was sent to gas the truck and Kate was sent to get Ducky. Tony was, naturally, with Gibbs.
"Better get used to this, McGee," Kate said of the blatant preferential treatment as they walked to the elevator together.
"What, seeing Gibbs happy? You're right, it is weird."
“Not just that Gibbs is happy,” Kate said. “What’s going to happen when we get to the scene? Who do you think is going to get the job of sketching and shooting while the rest of us are relegated to processing the scene?”
“You think Tony’s always going to sketch and shoot?” McGee asked. “He won’t though … sometimes he’s better at getting witness statements.”
"It doesn't matter what we're good at anymore, McGee," Kate continued as they waited for the elevator. "We'll get jobs based on Tony's preference now. Gibbs is getting on in years, has to keep the toyboy happy somehow."
"Kate."
She turned to see Tony and Gibbs standing right behind her, Tony looking awkward and Gibbs looking... she didn't want to examine him closely.
Tony blushed and ducked his head, insecurities running wild. Is that what Kate really thought? That he was Gibbs’ toy and needed to be kept happy so that he would stay with Gibbs? Tony had already decided that he was in it for the long haul. “I’ll … go check the back of the truck,” Tony muttered.
Gibbs watched him head off down the stairs. "Go with him McGee." As the newest agent hurried off, the elevator doors opened and Kate and Gibbs stepped in together. The doors shut, they traveled down some way, then Gibbs reached out and flicked off the power. "Talk to me, Kate."
“I just see how it’s going to be,” Kate said. “You’re going to give your husband preferential treatment *because* he’s your husband.”
“You don’t know that,” Gibbs said. “You don’t know a thing about how Tony and I will behave at a crime scene. Being in the bullpen is different, the tone isn’t the same. My spouse and I will be the epitome of professional at a crime scene. I don’t want him off our team … I’m not going to risk it.”
"What if you can't help it?" Kate asked. "I mean, you do love him, right?"
"I don't marry out of boredom, Kate," Gibbs said dryly.
"Could have fooled me," she muttered. "He's what, your fourth marriage?" Her eyes hardened as she took a deep breath to speak. "He deserves better, Gibbs."
“Kate, I want you to listen very closely to what I am going to say, because I will only say this once,” Gibbs said. “I have wanted Tony since the first moment I saw him. I would gladly put down my life for his. He is the most important thing in my life.”
She raised an eyebrow coolly, refusing to be cowed this time. "Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously!" he snapped, getting irritated now.
"Okay then." She shrugged. "In that case you have my blessing." She reached out and flicked the power back on the elevator.
Gibbs rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to smack Kate upside the back of her head as the elevator made it’s way down to the parking garage.
“I’m really happy for you,” McGee told Tony as they checked the truck. “I’m glad you found someone … even if it is Gibbs.”
“He’s really not that bad,” Tony said with a smile.
"I don't know..." McGee said uncertainly. "I think you just have the temperament to put up with him." Tony looked over McGee's shoulder. "He's behind me, isn't he?"
McGee turned around with an apology on his lips, but the parking lot was still empty. When he turned back to Tony though, the senior agent bopped him on the head with rolled up paper and laughed. "Gotcha."
“Tony!” McGee said.
Tony grinned and finished checking the truck. “Had to, Probie,” he said with a wink. “And … the truck is ready to go.”
“Perfect timing,” Gibbs said from the elevator as he and Kate made their way through the garage.
"I'll sit in the back," Tony offered, still uncertain about how to behave now that he was married to the boss.
"Nonsense," said Kate, folding her arms. "You're the senior field agent. McGee should sit in the back."
"There'll be room for both of you in the front," Gibbs said to her, "because me and DiNozzo are taking the car."
“We are?” Tony said.
“We are,” Gibbs said. “With me, DiNozzo.”
“On it, Boss,” Tony said, following Gibbs to the waiting car.
Kate smirked and shook her head as she climbed into the truck. McGee frowned as the car sped off before he and Kate had even belted themselves in. "They're sure in a hurry," he said.
"I think Gibbs wants a head-start," Kate said slyly. She started up the truck then frowned. "McGee..."
"Yeah?"
"Where are we going?"
McGee frowned and looked at the speeding car. “Crap,” he said, pulling his cellphone out.
“What are you doing?” Kate asked, speeding off and hoping that she could keep up with Gibbs’ driving.
“Tony,” McGee said. “He can ask Gibbs and relay it to us.”
Kate narrowed her eyes as Gibbs' car got further and further away. She refused to break the speed limit in a truck. Soon Gibbs was a dot on the horizon.
"Hey, Tony?" McGee had his finger to one ear and the phone to the other. "Uh, yeah, we noticed. Can you tell me where we're going? Uh-huh. Thanks. Mm-hm. Well you got in the car with him..." McGee hung up with a chuckle.
“Well?” Kate said as she drove.
“I know where we’re headed,” McGee said.
“Care to fill me in?” Kate asked. “I’d kind of like to know if I need to change freeways or not … “
McGee laughed and gave her the directions to the crime scene, a petty officer’s on base apartment.
"Boss," Tony gasped, clutching the handle above the window, "Any reason you're driving faster than usual?"
"The truck's slow. We're fast, but could be faster. Knowing Kate's sedate driving pace, I think we can get there at least twenty-five minutes ahead of her."
Tony frowned with confusion. "When did we start racing?"
“When we got married,” Gibbs said. “I want a little bit of alone time with my … spouse.” He shot Tony a wink as sped around a corner.
“On the clock, Jethro?” Tony asked. “Devious.”
They did indeed reach the area a full thirty-five minutes before the time Gibbs expected Kate to be there. He pulled up a couple of streets away, in a deserted garage with a functional door. He got out, closed it, and climbed back into the car. "Make the most of this, I'm already disgusted with myself for letting you distract me so badly."
“Oh come on, Jethro,” Tony said, climbing into the backseat with his husband. “We’re still newlyweds … we’re expected to indulge in a little hanky panky.”
“Hanky panky, DiNozzo?” Gibbs said, rolling his eyes. “How about just a little making out in the backseat before the rest of the team arrives?”
"Okay," Tony said with a smile. If there was one area where he would bet against Gibbs' famous willpower, it was here in the back seat with him. He let Gibbs control the kisses, let the man's tongue explore him, teased back with little tiny licks of his own. And as Gibbs' breathing grew heavier, Tony slid a leg over him so that he was straddling his husband's lap. Then he started to shift his hips slowly, subtly, in time with his tongue.
“Oh Christ, DiNozzo,” Gibbs groaned, gripping Tony’s hips. “We really … really … can’t … “
“Can’t what?” Tony whispered, nibbling on Gibbs’ bottom lip. “Can’t make out?”
“You can’t … fuck … the rest … of the team … will be coming … soon,” Gibbs gasped, grinding against Tony.
"Mmm, but you want to," Tony purred into Gibbs' ear. "Didn't know what you were getting into when you married me, boss," he whispered, rubbing against the hardness in Jethro's trousers. "Thought you could control me, but here, body to body, you got nothing on me." Tony bit down hard on Gibbs' shoulder. "When we're together like this, I've got you round my little finger."
Gibbs groaned and squeezed Tony’s hips. “No Tony,” he whispered. “The team will be here in … “ He snuck a look at his watch. “Ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes is a long time, Jethro,” Tony whispered, leaning up to nibble on Gibbs’ ear. “We could do a lot in ten minutes … “
"Could start work on the crime scene," Gibbs gasped out as Tony unzipped his trousers.
"Could, but we won't. Because I'm going to suck you off instead and you'll want to stop me but you'll want to come down my throat more." Tony slid to the side and pulled Jethro's hard cock free from his underwear. He licked his lips and went to work.
Gibbs groaned and gripped the seat as he felt Tony’s mouth wrap around his cock. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. God, he loved Tony’s mouth … he know just what to do with it, how to make him … “Christ!”
Tony hummed around Gibbs’ cock, sucking happily. He loved being married to Gibbs.
And to think, he'd promised Kate he and Tony would be professional. But then they had *just* gotten married. Some leeway was allowed. As long as they didn't start doing this every day... God, if they did this every day Gibbs really would be wrapped around Tony's little finger, buried in that gorgeous mouth. How could he possibly refuse DiNozzo anything when his... fuck it, his *wife* was so eager to please him?
It didn’t take long for Tony to make Gibbs come, and Tony drank down every last drop. He gently licked Gibbs clean and tucked the spent cock back inside his husband’s pants.
“And we have … five minutes to spare,” Tony said with a grin.
Gibbs saw Tony had undone his own pants at some point and was going commando, his cock so hard he was leaking. Was that from sucking him? Was Tony that submissive? "You want me to...."
"I got it," Tony said, grabbing a pack of travel tissues from his pocket and keeping them close as he straddled Gibbs again. "You just relax and enjoy." Then, sat in Gibbs' lap, Tony began stroking himself, a tissue in the other hand so that when he came he didn't ruin Gibbs' shirt.
Gibbs groaned and watched Tony work. The look on Tony’s face was pure sex as he stroked himself, whimpering softly.
Tony groaned and stroked himself fast and hard, wanting to come quickly before the team got there. He really didn’t want to get in trouble on their first day on the job as a married couple.
"Tony, you're so beautiful," Gibbs murmured, stroking his fingers over the younger man's cheekbone. Tony rocked on his lap, his hand sliding in the slickness of his own making, up and down his shaft. Gibbs licked one of his own fingers then began rubbing it in a circular motion around the head of Tony's cock.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God...." Tony gasped.
“That’s it, Tony,” Gibbs murmured. “Come for me … come for me … “
Tony groaned and spilled into the tissue, collapsing on top of Gibbs. “Oh … that was … so good,” he murmured.
"It was fantastic," Gibbs agreed, nuzzling his partner's hair affectionately. "But Kate and McGee have probably been waiting for a little while now."
Tony let out a sigh. "Damn, we'd better get over there then." He couldn't stop himself from looking over Gibbs and licking his lips though. Why did they have to work today? "We need to book time off for that honeymoon..."
“I will get next weekend off, just for you and me,” Gibbs murmured. “Let’s get back over to the scene.”
“Yeah,” Tony murmured, climbing over the seat to sit in the passenger seat.
Gibbs walked around and sat behind the steering wheel, mentally smacking himself.
They sped down the road, screeching to a halt outside the petty officer's apartment. They got out of the car and checked one another over to make sure they were presentable and showed no signs of having just engaged in unprofessional activities. "Do I meet your standards, boss?" Tony asked in a low and deliberately sexual tone.
Gibbs breathed in deeply and sighed it out. "Don't do this to me, Tony," he warned.
“Sorry, just can’t help myself,” Tony whispered. He leaned in, kissed Gibbs’ neck and nibbled his ear before sauntering into the crime scene.
“Fuck,” Gibbs grumbled as he followed his … wife.
Part Four is here
