Fic: 014. Mustache

[sinderella81]

Title: 014. Mustache
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Genre: Established Relationship
Summary: Tony has finally moved into Gibbs' home and has decided to take care of the hair on Gibbs' upper lip :D
Disclaimer: I don't own them ...
A/N: Written for my Tibbs Prompt Chart. You'll be able to find them in my chart or my memories
A/N 2:  This is in the same 'verse as 034. Waddling, but this one is NOT mpreg

They’d been living together for four months. It was tenuous at first; Gibbs’ memory was still a bit fuzzy about what he and Tony’d been close to having before he left.

Tony had shown up one night with a couple of suitcases in hand and that had been that - he’d moved in. It took them a week or so to get the hang of each other’s idiosyncrasies, but before long they were blissfully cohabitating … sort of. Gibbs still growled when Tony left his towels on the bathroom floor and Tony still couldn’t drink Gibbs’ coffee, leading them to have two coffeemakers in the kitchen.

It was a work in progress.

After the case with Nicolai Puchenko, everyone got some time off. Gibbs took the time to get some work done around the house, and Tony took the time to move the rest of his things in. He still had the lease to his old apartment, mostly to keep things stored. But his lease was up at the end of the month, and with a week off, he decided to just get it all moved in.

“And I’m done!” Tony called as he headed down the stairs.

“No more apartment, huh?” Gibbs said. “Nowhere to run when I piss you off.” He tossed a teasing grin over his shoulder.

“Nowhere to run,” Tony agreed. He wandered over to Gibbs and pressed a kiss to his lover’s cheek. “And now that I am fully, completely moved in -”

“Only took you four months,” Gibbs interrupted.

“Now that I’m completely moved in,” Tony continued. “We’re going to discuss that thing on your face.” He tapped Gibbs’ upper lip.

“And what’s wrong with my mustache?” Gibbs asked.

“You mean the pornstache?” Tony teased. “Really, Jethro … it’s not you.”

“Haven’t had a problem with it the last four months,” Gibbs countered.

“I was waiting until it was official,” Tony said, trying to pull Gibbs up the stairs.

“It was official four months ago,” Gibbs muttered, allowing his lover to tug him.

“Not until I had everything here,” Tony said. “Now it’s official, and stop trying to change the subject. The pornstache is going.”

Tony tugged Gibbs up the stairs to the bathroom. “Sit.” Tony pointed to the toilet seat.

Gibbs chuckled and sat down, watching his lover with a grin. “Hate it that much, do you?”

“Yes,” Tony said. “I do.” He set the shaving cream, razor and pair of scissors on the bathroom sink. “Love you, though. Now don’t move.” He straddled Gibbs’ hips and gave his lover a smile as he carefully began snipping at the mustache.

Gibbs kept still, watching Tony carefully. The close proximity, and the fact that Tony kept rubbing against him … wasn’t helping things.

Tony chuckled as he set the scissors down and blew gently on Gibbs’ upper lip. “Is that a gun in your pocket or -”

“Don’t,” Gibbs interrupted.

Tony just grinned and wiggled against Gibbs’ hard cock. “My lips are sealed,” he said. “As yours should be for this next part.” He squirted some shaving cream into his hand and gently wiped it across Gibbs’ upper lip. He flipped open Gibbs’ straight razor and leaned in close, carefully scraping at the shaving cream, leaving clean, mustache-free skin in its wake.

“Better?” Gibbs asked after Tony had wiped his upper lip clean.

Tony nodded and leaned in, kissing Gibbs gently. “Oh yeah,” he murmured when he pulled back. “Much better.”

Gibbs laughed and wrapped his arms around Tony. “It was that bad?” he asked.

“Definitely,” Tony said, kissing Gibbs one more time before wiggling out of his lover’s arms and heading for the bedroom.

Gibbs watched him walk for a moment, admiring his lover’s delicious ass, before standing up and following Tony into the bedroom.

Tony was already out of his clothes and was in the process of turning down the bed.

“Think you’re getting lucky?” Gibbs teased, leaning against the doorjam.

“Oh I know I am,” Tony said as he crawled onto the bed and spread out.

Gibbs laughed and tugged his old USMC shirt off and slipped out of his jeans before climbing into bed with his lover. “Should have told me sooner you didn’t like the mustache,” he murmured as he kissed Tony gently. “Would have gotten rid of it.” He pressed soft kisses to Tony’s neck and collarbone, working his way down.

Tony whimpered under Gibbs’ mouth. “Would have … “ he mumbled. “Have to … remember … oh, do that again!” He felt Gibbs’ hand stroke and twist and nearly launched off the bed.

Gibbs chuckled and continued to stroke Tony as he reached into the nightstand drawer for the lube.

“Oh yeah,” Tony said, spreading his legs invitingly.

Gibbs smiled down at his lover. “Not tonight,” he murmured, squirting some lube in his hand and stroking Tony’s hard cock.

Tony’s eyes widened. “You … “

“Me,” Gibbs replied softly. He stopped stroking Tony long enough to squirt some more lube on his fingers and stretch himself carefully. “Love you, Tony.” He levered himself up and slowly, ever so slowly, impaled himself on Tony’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” Tony gasped, gripping Gibbs’ hips.

“That is the idea,” Gibbs said as he gave a thrust.

“Jethro … oh fuck …” Tony groaned, his fingers digging into Gibbs’ hips as they moved in unison.

“Touch me, Tony,” Gibbs moaned. “Come on … touch me. So fucking close … “

Tony removed a hand from Gibbs’ hip and began to gently stroke Gibbs’ cock.

“Harder,” Gibbs grunted. “Faster.”

Tony grinned and stroked Gibbs’ harder, faster, biting his lip as he too, sat on the edge of orgasm.

It didn’t take much longer before they were both coming. Tony flopped back on the bed and licked his hand clean, enjoying the taste of his lover on his tongue. He gave Gibbs a sleepy smile.

“Welcome home, Tony,” Gibbs murmured.