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Unchained Melody: Amongst the Living
Author: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Gibbs, DiNozzo, Abby, a ghost
Rating: NC17, adult for m/m sex
Wordcount: 6,000 new ones
Spoilers: none
Warning: m/m sex, ghosts (no goblins)
Summary: A quote from 'The Ghost and Mrs. Muir', the movie: "You must make your life amongst the living."
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Authors notes: A drabble, 'Of Generous Spirit', reprinted here, (for
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Of Generous Spirit
By Sarah B. Leonard
Standing there, looking at the upside down name, Gibbs knew he had drunk too much. But it was finished now: the Kelly.
His vision blurred. From bourbon?
“She is beautiful, Jethro, your homage to our daughter.”
Shannon was there, in front of him, yet he could see the black letters through her.
“Your tribute is complete. Now you must move on.”
“Move on?” he mumbled. “More bourbon?”
“Love him, Jethro, as you know you need to love him.”
“Him?”
“Tony. He is waiting. Complete him.”
She smiled then faded away.
She had always had – and been - a generous spirit.
Oh, my love
my darling
I've hungered for your touch
a long lonely time …
Unchained Melody: Amongst the Living
By Sarah B. Leonard
Pizza. Always pizza and beer. Surrounded by it. Cold congealed pizza crusts and flat warm beer. How could pizza always look so bad the morning after when it looked so good the night before?
Tony, also known as Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo, sighed as he woke up further, muscles cramped from falling asleep while sitting on the couch again. He shifted his head to the right then the left, hearing the cracks in his stiff neck.
Hmm. Maybe it wasn’t quite morning yet. The credits from the movie were rolling on his TV: Ghost, with Patrick Swayze, Demi Moore. Yeah, Tony really liked that movie, even though he didn’t quote it very often. It was considered a chick flick, but, well, he’d do either of them if they offered. And that pottery scene with their hands forming the clay. He always was deeply drawn in to that scene, imagining the wet, the slick, the combination of hard and soft, the earthy smells. The intertwined hands covered in clay. The phallic creation they formed always sent chills running through him.
He moaned, allowing the erotic feelings to vocalize then held himself still. There was someone there, but not there, next to him. He could see through her. This was not good.
“It’s time,” the woman said.
“Time? For work?” Had he really heard her speak? He must still be asleep and dreaming. “But it’s Saturday…”
“For him. He is ready now.”
“Who?”
The translucent woman smiled at him.
“My Jethro. He is ready to become yours.”
“Jethro? You mean Gibbs? Become mine?”
She smiled again.
“Yes, Tony. Gibbs.”
“I’m dreaming. I thought I woke up but I’m dreaming,” he whispered.
Soft laughter. “No, Tony. You are awake.”
“Then I must be insane, coz I’m talking to a ghost.”
“Oh … I have to return.“ She faded even more. “Ask Abby, Tony. Abby can explain…”
Where the woman had been now there was nothing. Tony stretched one hand over, waving it where the phantom had been. There was just air. Then he pressed his hand down on the cushion where she had been sitting. The surface seemed colder than it should be, but warmed quickly under his hand.
A chill ran down his spine. He reached for the remote, turned off the TV and dropped the remote next to him. Knowing he needed to get to bed – it had already been nearly midnight when he decided to watch one more movie – he grabbed the pizza box and the half of a beer and tossed them in the trash. Of course, that kitchen trash bag was now full, so he decided to take that trash outside.
The night was quiet. After he threw away the bag of trash into the apartment’s dumpster, and noticed how loud the noises echoed through the night, he stopped half way back to the apartment. It was very bright, too, for so late at night. Glancing up, he could see the moon was almost full. The bottom left edge was still slightly blurred.
Tomorrow is the full moon, he thought to himself, but it certainly is lovely – and bright – tonight. He looked down at the sidewalk. There were moon shadows on the ground. He turned around, putting his back to the glow and saw his own ghostly moon shadow appear. He wriggled his fingers at it, making it wriggle fingers back at him.
An owl hooted. An owl, here in the city? Well, anything could happen, he supposed, on the night that a ghost had dropped by for a visit. That thought unnerved him a bit, so he quickly walked back into the relative safety of the building.
There was noise in his apartment. Damn – his gun was carefully locked up in there, in the apartment. Who could have gotten in? He pressed his ear up against the door.
The Righteous Brothers? Unchained Melody - the song made popular again by the movie Ghost. How could it be playing in his apartment? He distinctly remembered turning the TV off.
Slowly he opened the door. He looked around but couldn’t see anything different from the usual. On the couch was the remote, right where he’d dropped it after he’d turned off the TV. But on the TV, there was that scene – the pottery scene with the hands and the slick and the phallic. It was playing again.
Tony grabbed his remote, clicked everything off again, stared at the power indicators for a minute to be sure everything was off and trotted to his bedroom. His clock said 3:17. It couldn’t be – the movie wasn’t that long, unless it had somehow started again, like it had just now. He ignored the cold fingers running up and down his spine and the desire to look behind him as he burrowed into the warmth and safety of his bed.
He fell asleep with that scene and the music still running through his mind. In his dreams the scenes continued, but the clay changed to wood. The hands helping his hands shape the wood became the hands of his boss, of Jethro Gibbs.
Tony slept restlessly and woke up early. The sights and scents of his dreams remained with him until he finally called Abby. She agreed, somewhat surprised, to meet him later this morning for breakfast.
Tony took a shower, cooler than usual, to help him settle down. The movie, the dreams – both had combined to make him feel an itch. Not the kind of itch that a backscratcher would solve. No, this was another kind of itch. It was a longing. It was a longing for something he hadn’t allowed himself to admit until Shannon – actually, long before Shannon had visited. But the visit had raised the itch again. He was aware of the need again, now acutely aware. He’d knew he’d been denying himself this need for a long time. Years, in fact. Probably since that time he had ‘smiled’ – to get the job.
He remembered that smile. It wasn’t one of his disarming smiles, one of his snarky grins, one of his ‘charm the pants off of you’ gazes. No, it had been a sincere smile that had actually caught him off guard. Him – Superplayer Tony DiNozzo, seducer of many and lover of none. He’d sensed that the interview was going well, that he had this job if he wanted it, with the attractive man interviewing him who would be his boss. The thought of it all, plus being able to leave the old job behind, had made him smile. An honest open interested hopeful smile. He’d gotten the job and, subsequently, lost his heart.
Yeah. So he took care of the immediate itch while in the shower, dried off, dressed and all the rest and left his apartment to meet Abby for breakfast.
~~)(~~
“Abby, I’m so glad you could meet me.”
Tony grinned at the lovely lady, admiring her black and white outfit and her standard high and clunky boots. He chuckled a bit when he realized she was wearing her necklace with the rather large owl hanging from it. “You look beautiful.”
“Um … unh…” Abby lost her breath as Tony grabbed her for a hug. “Well, you sounded so serious over the phone. Plus you don’t usually invite me out for breakfast on a Saturday. What’s up, Tony?”
“Let’s get our table first.”
“Ok. I am hungry.”
They caught the hostess’s eye to let her know they were both there now. She gave Tony a flirty smile but he didn’t notice. He was deep in thought about how he was going to approach the subject of ghosts and his night time visitor.
Abby sat down, glanced around then asked. “So what has you so upset?”
“I … I’m not upset.” Tony grinned widely.
“You just ignored a flirting hostess, didn’t spare a glance at the long-legged brunette who tried to catch your eye, and you haven’t even picked up your menu yet.”
She picked up her own menu and flicked it at him.
“Therefore, what has you so upset?”
“Abby …” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned forward. “Have you ever seen a ghost?”
“Certainly. Lots of times. Haven’t you?”
Tony sat back abruptly. “You have?”
“Sure. My first ghost is what took me to meet Sr. Rosita – I needed someone to talk to about it and didn’t want to scare my family. It was my Granny – my first ghost.”
“Your – your first ghost?”
“Yeah. I’ve seen several since then. Kate came by quite a bit after she died – haven’t seen her too much lately. Miss her.” Abby’s smile changed to a wistful expression.
“I miss her too.” Tony was momentarily distracted by thoughts of Kate in the school uniform with the plaid skirt. Had that been a ghost? He thought he was just really missing her at the time.
“And then, well, not too long ago Ducky’s mother dropped by to say goodbye to Bert. You know how much she loved my hippo.”
Abby waved the waitress over. She knew what she wanted already.
Tony was so shocked by that one, that all he could manage was “Ditto,” when the waitress asked for his order. After she was gone, he had a moment’s concern about what he might possibly have ordered but decided he wasn’t really there to eat anyway.
“Did you tell Ducky?” he asked.
“Of course not. One, I didn’t think he’d believe me and, two, he might have been upset if she hadn’t stopped to see him, if he did believe me.” Abby had a very serious expression on her face. “Now don’t you tell him either.”
“Ok. I won’t.”
It was hard enough approaching Abby about ghosts. He certainly wasn’t going to bring up the subject with the Medical Examiner, especially now that Dr. Mallard had that new degree. Tony knew he’d be hauled off in a straight jacket before he could even blink.
“Abby, what if I told you I saw a ghost last night, in my apartment.”
“Who was it?” she asked, perfectly serious.
“I think it was Shannon.” Tony glanced around, to make sure no one was listening.
“Shannon? Gibbs’s Shannon? Did you tell Gibbs?” Now Abby was excited.
“Shh. Keep your voice down.” Tony glanced around again. “Of course I didn’t tell Gibbs. I value my head!”
“Well, what did she say?” Abby was almost bouncing out of her chair.
“She said I should ask you.”
“Ask me? Ask me what?” More bouncing.
“That’s just it, Abby. I don’t know!”
“You don’t know? How can you not know?”
“Well, I was a little nervous at the time, Abs.”
“Over a ghost? And one you know about? I wonder what she needs.”
“Needs?”
“Yeah. Didn’t she tell you?”
“No. She said something about …” He didn’t want to tell her what the ghost said about Gibbs. “She said she had to return and to ask you.”
“About returning?”
“I … I guess.” This wasn’t helping at all. “Then she disappeared.”
“Oh. I’ll bet her time was up, for now. They can’t stay here, visible, for very long.”
“For now? D’you mean she’ll be back?” He wasn’t sure that was a good thing.
“Could be. If her quest wasn’t fulfilled.” Abby mumbled as she took a bite of blueberry pancakes.
“Her quest?” Tony realized there were pancakes in front of him, too.
“Ghosts are ghosts because they have something to do. They have a mission, or a quest. Like in the movie Ghost. He had to warn his wife that she was in danger.”
“So I’m in some kind of danger?”
“Not more than usual, I imagine.” Abby grinned. “She could be trying to tell you something too, like something you should do.”
“Oh.”
Tony felt himself blushing as the thought of something that Shannon might have been telling him hopped into his head. He took a drink of his coffee, to find it was a whole mug of bitter espresso. He choked it down as he grabbed for the sugar.
“Abby – that’s … blech.” He poured sugar into the brown stuff.
“Well, you just said “Ditto”. Didn’t you listen to my order? They don’t have Caf-Pow here!”
Tony stirred the sugar with his spoon then peered over the cup at Abby.
“Ok. So she wants me to do something?”
“Maybe. What else did she say?”
“Well, she … uh … she mentioned Gibbs. She said he was ready.”
“Ready? I wonder what that means? Ready? Ready for what?”
“Um … I don’t know, Abby. Then she told me she had to go and to talk to you!”
“She wasn’t there very long. I wonder if she went somewhere else first? Like to see Gibbs, maybe? Let’s ask him!” Abby was reaching for her cell phone.
“No, Abby! You can’t just call Gibbs and ask him is his dead wife visited him last night!”
Tony grabbed Abby’s hand to keep her cell phone closed.
“Oh, yeah.” That slowed her down a little. “I guess not.” Abby looked at Tony’s hand as he let go of hers. “But I wonder if she did?”
“We will never know. Don’t you go asking him.”
“He probably wouldn’t admit it if he did see a ghost. After all, they can’t be head smacked.”
Abby grinned at him. Tony grinned back at her.
“So what else do you know about ghosts?” he asked.
“Well, I’ve heard that good ghosts – you know, those who are trying to help someone here on earth? They show up around the full moon, when the energy is high. It’s a full moon tonight.”
Abby gazed at him with her eyes wide open.
“Tony - do you think she’ll come back again? Can I stay with you tonight? Can I meet the ghost?”
“Abby! How should I know what a ghost has planned!”
“But can I?”
“I … uh … well, yes, if you promise not to tell anyone about the ghost. Or what she says!”
It might be helpful to have Abby there, to see if there really was a ghost - a ghost who could turn on his TV set when he’d fallen asleep or when he wasn’t even there. Maybe he hoped it had been a dream, just a very vivid dream.
~~)(~~
“So, Abs, which do you want to watch first – ‘Heaven Can Wait’ or ‘The Ghost and Mrs. Muir’, the movie, of course, starring Gene Tierney and Rex Harrison.” Tony held up two DVD cases as he asked.
“Not the TV series, Tony?” Abby grinned as Tony scowled at her.
“No. And the ‘Heaven Can Wait’ is the more recent version, with Warren Beatty, Buck Henry and Dyan Cannon and not Gene Tierney.”
“Oh – that one. Dyan Cannon is great in that. Let’s watch that one!”
They started the movie, settling down on Tony’s couch with his standard big bowl of popcorn between them. Soon they were giggling and offering suggestions to the characters on the screen.
“No! No! Don’t look in the well!”
“It’s him – it’s him. He’s a quarterback, get it?”
The popcorn bowl was emptied as the credits finished. Tony started the next movie then went to refill the bowl. When he got back to the couch, Abby was fast asleep. She looked too peaceful to wake her, so Tony just watched the movie, figuring he could start it again when she woke up. It was a classic – he wouldn’t mind.
“Tony, he is so alone. You can help him.”
“Wha?”
This was odd. Gene Tierney was looking straight at him, red hair and all, from within his TV set. Now wait one minute – this movie was filmed in black and white. How could he be seeing red hair? And, actually, he was seeing a different face that was not Gene Tierney.
“Who are you talking about?” he whispered.
If Abby was closer, he would have nudged her, but she was at the other end of the couch, still fast asleep. Somehow he knew he wouldn’t be able to move anyway, even if he wanted to reach out to her.
“Jethro. You have to show him he needs you. You have to make him let you in. Please, Tony.”
There, now Rex Harrison was on the screen, except his hair was changing to silver and his eyes were icy blue. He was scowling, and looking all crusty sea captainy, an odd combination of both Rex Harrison and Gibbs.
The red haired woman spoke again.
“He is fractured, only half of a whole. He needs his other half.”
Then they were both morphing back into Gene Tierney and Rex Harrison, their colors fading back to the graininess of black and white and shades of gray.
“Complete the circle, Tony. Help him complete the circle.”
He heard one more quiet whisper before the movie started back up again.
“Tell him he must make his own life amongst the living.”
Abby snored softly through the rest of the movie, while Tony sat there in a state of shivering shock. What was it with all the ghosts lately? Wasn’t he getting enough sleep? He rarely got what he would call enough actual sleep, so what was different about right now? But what was going on with these visions of Shannon? He could think of other visions he’d like to have: naked blonds writhing beneath him, or brunettes, muscular jocks or Jethro.
Jethro? Jethro? Leroy Jethro Gibbs? Where had that thought come from?
He deliberately closed his eyes and replaced the hard muscular vision of icy blue eyes and the high and tight silver hair with the appropriate one of a lovely brunette with full no thinner lips, deep brown no icy blue eyes, perky soft breasts no flat slightly hairy chest… Damn. Now that was all he could see: Jethro Gibbs writhing and moaning beneath him, no – next to him and himself moaning and ecstatic right along with him.
Great, DiNozzo, he thought to himself. First you get haunted by ghosts and now you are haunted by visions of making love to your boss, your ‘reeks of masculinity’ boss.
That thought filled his head with a strange awareness. He hadn’t thought of just sex, just screwing or just satisfying an itch. He’d thought of love, of showing Gibbs how much he cared for him. At that moment, he decided he would have to try his best. He would have to find a way to get Leroy Jethro Gibbs, hard ass Marine and his Boss, to love him.
Oh yeah – now there was a simple assignment.
Tony stood up quietly so he wouldn’t wake Abby. He grabbed an extra blanket he had from his hall closet and tossed it gently over her. She was very deeply asleep - with a little help from Shannon, he suspected.
Next to her, on the couch, he placed the note he’d written.
Abs, Shannon stopped by again. Sorry you missed her but now there’s something I have to do before I chicken out. Let yourself out or make yourself comfy – whichever you prefer. I’ll see you at work Monday. Hugs, T.
Then, taking a deep breath – the first of what he thought would be several deep breaths that he would be taking tonight – he closed his door behind him, got into his car and drove to the house of Gibbs.
The second deep breath was when he turned off the car’s engine, even though voices in his head were screaming at him to just drive on by and go home, Idiot! Another deep breath was needed as he opened Gibbs’s front door, right after he convinced himself that this time it would be locked. Then another deep breath to help him start down the stairs to the basement.
Gibbs was at his workbench, safety glasses over the icy blues, his orange sweatshirt slightly dulled by a thin layer of sawdust. A carpenter’s pencil was stuck over one ear.
Gibbs picked up his cell phone, which had been tucked under an upside down wide mouth jar, so it wouldn’t get invaded by sawdust. He’d been threatened by someone in Office Supplies that he would have to personally pay for the next cell phone that was found to have more wood in it than electronics.
“What’s up, DiNozzo? I haven’t missed any calls,” he stated.
Another deep breath, followed by an immediate bout of saw dust induced coughing as the irritants Tony inhaled found his plague-scarred lungs. He bent over, coughing, eyes tearing, clutching his arms around his own chest.
“DiNozzo!”
Gibbs reached him quickly, turned him around and shouldered him back up the stairs. He grabbed a glass from the dish drainer, filled it from the tap and handed it to Tony, who was still coughing away.
“S … sorry, Boss.” Tony finally managed to gasp out some words. “My sign of weakness is weak lungs!”
He took a sip of the water then set the glass down on the counter. Another bout of coughing hit him and Tony bent over the sink, hoping he could stop the hacking sounds. So much for a romantic approach, he thought.
Gibbs put an arm around him, offering support. The arm felt good but Tony could feel tears dripping down his face and he was wheezing loudly now.
“D’ya need to go to the ER, DiNozzo?”
Gibbs’s face was mere inches from his, but blurred by the tears in Tony’s eyes.
“No.” Tony gasped out another word. “I’ll be fine. C … can I just lay down for a mo … moment?”
Tony turned for the living room, but Gibbs’s strong arm led him to the stairs leading up to his bedroom.
“We’ll let you rest in my bed. You’re too tall to be comfortable on the couch.”
Gibbs guided the gasping man into his own bedroom and helped him stretch out on the bed. Gibbs pulled off Tony’s shoes when he saw that Tony was concerned about them being on the tightly made ‘Marine proper’ bed.
“Thanks.” Tony grinned at him. “If I was a quarter, would I bounce?”
Gibbs sat on the bed next to him, peering into Tony’s now red and tear-streaked face. He reached out and lightly smacked his Second’s head. Always had a joke, even when he could barely breathe.
“You OK now?” Gibbs asked.
”Could I have some more of that water?” Tony asked.
“It’s still on the counter downstairs. I’ll get some from the …”
Gibbs stopped speaking. Huh. There was the glass, on the nightstand. Maybe Tony had carried it up with him, although he was sure he hadn’t seen him carrying anything. He’d barely been able to stumble up the stairs with Gibbs’s help.
“Here. Let me help you up a little or you’ll start choking again.”
Gibbs switched his position on the bed, now sitting in the same direction as Tony. He supported his shoulders a bit, helping Tony have a few sips of water.
Tony was better now, until he realized that Gibbs was lying on the bed next to him, and that he’d left his arm around Tony’s shoulders.
“Happened to me once – a lungful of sawdust.” Gibbs’s voice softened a little as he continued. “Shannon came down to the basement, put her arms around me and very innocently blew some sawdust off my shirt. Went right up into my nose. I must have coughed for hours.”
Gibbs looked over at Tony. “She felt worse than I did, I think. She was always so protective of the two of us, Kelly and me.”
Gibbs face was very close now. Tony – very gently – tried his lungs out. He didn’t want to make a move and then end up embarrassing himself even more than he already had.
“Gibbs, you don’t talk about Shannon much. We hear comments about the three exes more often.”
“Yeah. I’ve had her on my mind lately. Probably because I finished the boat.”
“The Kelly?”
“Yeah.”
“How are you gonna get it out of the basement, Boss?”
Gibbs looked over at him. “By breaking the bottle.”
“No, Gibbs. I mean really how are you going to get it out?”
“Thought I’d try magic this time, DiNozzo.”
“I thought maybe you had the house built on a giant hinge or zipper or something and you just opened the house up.”
“Now you know my secret, DiNozzo. Don’t tell anyone.”
Tony was quiet for a moment, while he enjoyed the comfort of Gibb’s strong arm, which for some reason was still wrapped beneath him supporting him. That felt really nice.
“I … uh … I seem to have stopped coughing now, Boss.”
“Yeah, you have.”
“Should I get up now?”
“Oh, I think you already have.”
Gibbs leaned up a bit and looked very deliberately at Tony’s bulging jeans. Then Gibbs swung himself up even further, put his free hand on Tony’s face, and pulled him closer. Soft lips and breath, smelling faintly of Gibbs’s preferred coffee blend, touched Tony’s open lips.
“Breathe, DiNozzo.”
Gibbs chuckled down at him after their first kiss.
“I didn’t think it was safe.” Tony grinned back at him.
“Didn’t think what was safe?”
Gibbs reached over to wipe away one final tear remaining on Tony’s face from the coughing spell.
“Breathing. I’ve been having a little trouble with it lately.”
“Hmmm. Hadn’t noticed.”
Gibbs kept his voice low and even while his hand left Tony’s face. The calloused fingers ran softly down to his neck and played with the neckline of his shirt.
Icy blue eyes – no - they were warm liquid blue eyes – held Tony’s gaze firmly. He sensed Gibbs’s hand moving again, working down to his waist then burrowing under his shirt, where the fingers continued caressing his skin. Shivers ran up his spine, vaguely reminiscent of those he had felt when he realized he was sharing his apartment with a ghost.
“Gibbs …”
“Quiet, DiNozzo. Less talk.”
Gibbs leaned in for another kiss, effectively preventing Tony’s questions.
The roaming hand Tony felt continued exploring his skin. Gibbs rolled a bit, so more of his weight was on Tony then snuck his other hand under Tony’s shirt. Tony was so involved in the current kiss he barely noticed the slight break in the action when the removal of his tee shirt interrupted the kiss for a micro second. Exploring fingers caressed his chest then playfully pinched a nipple.
“Gahhh…” emerged from Tony’s mouth as he arched into the strong sensation, his head actually leaving the bed for a second.
Gibbs continued kissing him, alternating intense long but gentle explorations of Tony’s mouth with his tongue with light feathery touches of lips to lips. The small amount of Tony’s awareness that was still functioning kept his hands locked into the covers on the bed, his fingers clenched in the material.
Gibbs moved a scant inch away.
“You can touch me if you’d like to, DiNozzo. Tony.”
When there was no response, other than a continued slightly wheezing breathing, Gibbs pulled away for a second. Grinning down at the wide-eyed yet apparently comatose Tony, Gibbs growled.
“Too many clothes.”
He nuzzled closer for a moment, sniffing at Tony’s collar bone.
“Let’s get you naked.”
Tony still couldn’t move. Here he had been nervously expecting to subtly seduce Gibbs and then the tables had turned. Being used to being the seducer, he found himself in an unusual position – that of the seducee. Was there even such a word? Why am I thinking of such things when my dreams are coming true? Oh, and by the way, when did my clothes disappear?
Being used to following instructions from Gibbs, Tony had obediently lifted, shifted and cooperated with the efficient removal of the remaining clothes he wore. Although he knew what was happening, it seemed very dreamlike as it happened. It was even more dreamlike when he realized he was naked, on Gibbs’s bed and an equally unclothed Jethro Gibbs was nibbling, licking and kissing his way down Tony’s torso.
What happened to his clothes?
“Breathe, Tony.” The command came from somewhere near his navel. “Keep breathing.”
“Gibbs?”
Tony squeaked that out, aware only that one small – well, adequate – no, well endowed actually portion of his body was now the center of attention for Gibbs. The older man shifted their positions again, pulling Tony over toward the center of the bed. Tony stopped breathing again as he realized that, not only was Gibbs’s face buried in his crotch, still licking and nibbling, but the same portion of anatomy, at least as well endowed but belonging to Gibbs, was a mere inches from his own mouth.
“DiNozzo. If I have to interrupt myself again to tell you to breathe, you are going to be sorry.”
Strong hands gripped Tony’s thighs as Gibbs rolled partially on top of him. His legs were pushed apart, the hands moving him where he was supposed to go and then the eager mouth descended upon his … surrounded his … that was Gibbs … Leroy Jethro Gibbs doing an amazing impersonation of a vacuum cleaner hose on his own … his own … .
Oh … oh … and ohhhhh.
Tony leaned up just enough to see how much Gibbs was enjoying his current occupation when he caught a whiff of aroused male nearby. Although it required an amazing amount of concentration – almost having to notify each hand and finger muscle as it was needed – Tony let go of the bedcovers that he had grasped so tightly to raise his hands. He gently touched the soft but also hard cock that was so close to his face, so close that he couldn’t even focus on it to admire it. But then, he really didn’t want to see it – that had become suddenly less important. What he really wanted to do now was taste it, take it – take Gibbs deeply into his own mouth and yes, what had the ghost said?
“Complete the circle.”
He knew he had only imagined the sound of her ghostly whisper. There was no ghost here now, telling him what to do, what he wanted to do. He knew his own needs. He also knew that he needed to match Gibbs in his passion. He licked the crown as he caressed the shaft with exploring hands, tasting a salty bitterness on his tongue. He had to move it, gently, so he could reach, while not quite allowing himself to believe that what was happening here was really happening. Then he had it, centered and he opened his mouth eagerly for his prize.
And now, the circuit was complete. Tony lost himself deeply in the pleasures, the mutual giving and receiving of pleasures, as Gibbs held him, with loving hands and adoring mouth, and showed him what had been hidden for so long. Tony returned every touch, now pulling Gibbs – no, Jethro closer to him, turning him more on his side so the two men could move as they needed to move, as they held tightly to each other in their new embrace of lovers. Their bodies swayed together in a graceful dance, each so careful of the other and yet so eager to please, to demonstrate to the other man how long they had both needed this, this acknowledgement of their love for each other.
Tongues twisted and swirled, each man involved so deeply in their homage to the other, only peripherally noticing the scratch of pubic hair on their own lips, the musky scents of moisture and desire, the eager teasing from slight touches of teeth or balls being rolled by massaging fingers.
Tony gasped. He tried to pull away, aware of the crescendo building, but Jethro pulled him in closer, deep throating him, refusing to move away. Tony stiffened and moaned. Hands gripped his ass cheeks – fleetingly Tony remembered being called ‘Bubble-butt’ by the owner of those hands – and held him in a vise as he pulsed down Jethro’s throat. Still caught up in his own orgasm, he dimly sensed the yang to his yin, the opposite yet equal reaction pumping down his own throat as he gripped Jethro’s thighs. Still holding him in place, Tony squeezed him closer, not wanting to stop any of these actions.
Jethro moved away first.
“You ok, Tony? You breathing?”
“Yeah.” He got one word out. “Yeah.”
Jethro swung himself around, all the while keeping one hand holding on to his panting lover. He pressed Tony back in to the pillows then laid his silver head on Tony’s left shoulder. Gentle fingers continued to stroke Tony’s neck and his other shoulder, as if he couldn’t stop touching Tony. Jethro moved his leg over Tony’s thighs as if he needed more of their skin to be touching, more flesh to flesh. Tony welcomed the touch, wanting to have as much of his body pressed up against Jethro as was possible. He would have pulled Jethro on top of him if he thought he could get away with it and still be able to breathe.
Tony felt that Shannon hadn’t been watching, but he hoped that, somehow, she knew what they had done. The circle – it had been forged. What she had asked him to do was happening, and, of course, he’d been more than happy to do it. He had needed that bit of encouragement from her, though. That is what had pushed him to stop dreaming and start making things happen. Boy oh boy, had things happened! As Tony realized what they had just done, another ghostly shiver ran over his skin.
“You cold? Need to get under the covers?”
“No. Fine.”
Jethro chuckled. He pressed a kiss on Tony’s collar bone, then another nearby, almost dragging his lips over him. Tony smiled internally – Jethro was acting the same way Tony felt – as if he couldn’t get enough touching, enough stroking of the other man to satisfy his needs.
“You smell good, all sweaty and relaxed,” Jethro mumbled.
“Wiped, you mean.”
Jethro chuckled.
“So funny?” Tony managed another two words.
“Guess I found out how to shut you up, didn’t I?”
Now Tony chuckled.
“Good way.”
After a few minutes of just being there, with more gentle kisses from his new lover, Tony asked a question.
“Jethro, do you believe in ghosts?”
Gibbs hesitated for a minute.
“Why do you ask that, Tony?”
“I just wanted to know if you did.”
“I didn’t but now I think I do.”
“Now?” Tony asked. “Why now?”
A soft breeze blew by, chilling Tony’s flesh for just an instant. The breeze carried a hint of a spicy but also sweet perfume.
Jethro lifted his head.
“You smell that?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Thought I was imagining it.”
“That scent?”
“Yeah. Reminded me of … someone.”
Jethro stuck his head deep into Tony’s neck, under his ear, and drew in a deep breath.
“But I like your scent, Tony. Strong and sweet and masculine … perfect.”
Jethro leaned up again, catching Tony’s lips in another kiss before he could say anything.
“Yup. I certainly have found a way to shut you up.”
“Well, I’d have thought you would have been prouder of what we discovered together,” Tony whispered in Jethro’s ear.
“You’re not going to say something soppy and romantic, are you?” Jethro almost growled back at him.
“Nah. I was going to say, we discovered a way to make love and …” Tony hesitated, making Jethro wait for the punch line. “And not leave a wet spot.”
The room reverberated with the sound of a head smack.
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Back in Tony’s apartment, Abby woke up. There, playing on the television, was the scene from ‘Ghost’ – the clay and the hands. Abby looked over at the ghostly woman seated on the couch.
“Success?” Abby asked.
“Yes, they are finally together,” the translucent woman answered.
Abby high-fived and the ghost responded in kind. Even though Abby’s hand went right through hers, both women smiled at each other as the lights opened up and Shannon went home.
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Comments, ghostly or otherwise, greatly appreciated..
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Love, love!
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(I see LJ removed my change of font for Tony's note ... grrrrr. Sometimes I think LJ is haunted...)
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??? Science fiction? "Ghostbusters" was in "Humor" and "Ghost" (which I had bought the week before for this same story) was in Romance... sheesh.
But thank you (ultimately) for the comment!
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At last a 69!! It was about time, coz I think this is the only fic where our lads get it on like that - now we just need a manip by one of our artists *nudge nudge* to complete.
In the meantime this fic goes into my Tibbs library for posterity
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Tibbs library - Woot!
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Another purple lady!
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RELAX?
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Ps. Oh ... and did you notice...
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You just managed to lift my mood from not very good to good, thanks :)
I really liked Tony thoughts doing the whole thing, they almost seemed random in some places but at the same time they were very much Tony :)
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Glad I lifted your mood! Yeah, I ... I mean ... HE just couldn't resist that joke!
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Great followup to that great little drabble <3
It's Spoon Kitteh!
Glad you liked the result of the drabble.
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Marvelous!
I love that Abby and Shannon were in on it together, and that while Tony went over with the intent of seducing Gibbs, Gibbs ended up being the one to get things rolling.
Love fics where Shannon is involved getting the two of them together. :)
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Gibbs did take advantage of the situation - but then he's like that, isn't he?
I think Abby had great fun playing the innocent while helping out. And Shannon had geat fun invoking her ghostly powers...
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I love that Abby and Shannon were in on it together. She is not so innocent, our Abby. And that even though Tony went to seduce Gibbs, Gibbs started it.
*sighs in happy mood*
Yay - crescent moon and wings!
Hey - Shannon SAID Jethro was ready, and he was! So Tony, Mr. I-can-seduce-anyone, got a surprise!
Glad it made you happy... (How can you be unhappy with such lovely wings?)
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Ahhhh ... look at all the lovely BLUE in that icon...
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i only saw part of Ghost lol but i loved Heaven Can Wait, the newer version.
if you like writing afterlife stuff, you might try Made in Heaven with Timothy Hutton for inspo. :P i'd love a Tibbs with that story. maybe i'll write it myself one day if noone does. :P
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Hmmm - never saw that one.
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(Ya see, I don't really write these stories - I report them. Mwa ha ha ha ha!)
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fantastic
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Laura.
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Glad it made you grin.