OPPORTUNITY KNOCKED
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tingrecaTitle: Opportunity Knocked
Author: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Wordcount: 1,111 (that's eleventy-eleven. ***nods***)
Author's Notes: Written as a birthday present for my friend and inspiration, xanthelj, on her birthday. Hope you like it!
Ratings and/or Warnings: Did you read the part about it being for Xanthe????
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
OPPORTUNITY KNOCKED
By Sarah B. Leonard
Gibbs climbed out of his car with a bit more difficulty than usual. It seemed all the birthday drinks had combined to make his car shorter or his legs longer or something. Whatever. It was more of an effort than usual and it wasn’t because he was officially another year older.
He turned back to glance at the presents piled on his passenger seat. They could wait there until morning. He smiled at them just a bit – several bottles of Bourbon in various brands and sizes, a few gag gifts (he couldn’t remember who gave him the “Senility Prayer” but he had laughed out loud after reading that one) and the new coffee mug from his team that proclaimed “GIBBS: The Man, the Myth, the Legend.” At least he’d survived the obligatory office party in Abby’s lab and the quieter dinner with his team at Ducky’s house.
He glanced over the gifts again. He couldn’t remember if one of them was from Tony. He knew he’d seen him today, both at Abby’s lab and then at Ducky’s. However, he couldn’t remember the usual amount of hilarity or boisterousness that normally accompanied his Very Special Agent. DiNozzo had seemed abnormally subdued when they had connected eyes several times during the day, almost embarrassed. Was Gibbs’s turning older hitting Tony harder than it was hitting him?
Whatever.
Huh. That was two “whatevers” just a few seconds apart. Not a good sign.
Gibbs hesitated after opening the front door. His sixth sense was alerted. There was someone in his house.
“Don’t shoot me, Boss.”
Tony’s voice. And just in time, too. Gibbs let his hand loosen around his gun as he switched on the light.
“Just hanging out in my house, DiNozzo?”
“Communing with the dark, Boss.” His face grimaced just a bit in response to the lights.
“What you need?”
Gibbs walked over to the gun safe and stashed his piece, glad he had hesitated for that split second. A bullet wound would not have been a good gift to give on his birthday.
Tony looked down at the low table in front of the couch, the couch where they’d shared many a steak and beer together. There was a flat wide box sitting there, perfectly wrapped in shiny red paper and sporting a sleek black bow. He picked it up and held it out toward Gibbs.
“I…”
Tony coughed. Was he nervous? Gibbs wasn’t sure.
“I had another gift for you. Well, actually, a few gifts but they were kinda personal so I didn’t want to give them to you in front of anyone else so I … um …”
Gibbs jerked his head in his usual fashion. Finally he took pity on his senior field agent and took the box from his hands.
“You didn’t need to get me anything, DiNozzo.” The contents of the box shifted a bit. He could tell there were several items inside of it.
“Yeah I did, Boss.” Tony cleared his throat again. “This was the perfect opportunity.”
“Opportunity?”
Tony couldn’t speak any more. He just nodded toward the box still gripped in Gibbs’s hand.
Gibbs walked around the table and sat on the couch. He flipped out his knife and firmly cut through the ribbon. He heard Tony swallow noisily. What was upsetting him? He seemed extraordinarily stressed.
“You OK, DiNozzo?”
Tony nodded once then stilled. Whatever was in this box appeared to be almost frightening to his agent. He’d better get it over with.
Gibbs sliced through the paper then set his knife down next to the box. The paper fell away obediently and he pulled off the box cover.
Suddenly, Tony’s nervous demeanor made perfect sense. Gibbs, suffused with a sudden warmth running through his veins, and decidedly lower as well, decided to tease. He growled in the most angry voice he could muster, considering that he was leaping and laughing inside.
“So … you’re telling me you set up a ping pong table in my basement and did it without my permission.”
“Uh – no, Boss!” Tony finally looked up from the box to meet Gibbs’s icy blues.
“That’s not it?” Gibbs raised his voice. “Then this must mean you want to give me a paddling on my birthday?”
Tony paled.
“Not going to happen, DiNozzo.”
“No, Boss! I wanted …”
Tony voice failed him – he couldn’t get the words out. He was caught in the glare of twin blue suns, burning under their death rays.
“What, DiNozzo? You wanted what?”
Well, if he couldn’t get the words out he could do the actions. He stood up, unbuckled, unzipped and dropped. Then, before he let himself think about what he was doing, he spread himself ass up over Gibbs’s lap.
“I want you to spank me, Boss,” he whispered.
Gibbs grinned down at him. What a picture Tony made! His suit coat, tie, and long sleeved white shirt still on top but his trousers hanging down around his feet which sported long black socks and perfectly shined shoes. A very formal contrast to the best part of the picture: the two luscious globes of ass bared directly in front of him.
He had to touch. He watched in awe as his own right hand reached for and grabbed hold of the mound of flesh in front of him.
“Can’t do it DiNozzo. Can’t use the paddle on you.” He kept his voice stern.
“Boss. Please…” Tony’s face fell and reddened as he became acutely embarrassed with his position.
“S’my birthday. Gonna use my hand.”
Crack! His hand rose and fell sharply, slapping the flesh offered to him. He lifted his hand and gazed at the scene in front of him as his handprint appeared in a glowing red color.
He struck again, this time on the other side. Grinning fiercely, he admired the second matching handprint as it developed, exactly the same size and color.
Tony wriggled just a little, knowing that Gibbs would see his movement and feel it on his lap as well. He’d wanted this for such a long time.
Gibbs got down to business. He alternated sides but kept up a strong rhythm. Loud smacks echoed through his living room. Soon the percussion was joined by more sounds as Tony couldn’t keep quiet. He gasped and grunted, trying to hold in the noises.
“Let it out, DiNozzo. I am.” Gibbs voiced a command.
Gibbs sped up the rhythm, thoroughly enjoying the symphony he and Tony created.
“That’s it.” Gibbs felt his hand had worked enough.
“Thank you, Boss.”
“Now let’s go upstairs and use these other presents.”
“On it, Boss.”
“And, Tony – thanks for giving me you. Best birthday present ever.”
(Pfoof - fade to the bedroom.)
Author: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Wordcount: 1,111 (that's eleventy-eleven. ***nods***)
Author's Notes: Written as a birthday present for my friend and inspiration, xanthelj, on her birthday. Hope you like it!
Ratings and/or Warnings: Did you read the part about it being for Xanthe????
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
OPPORTUNITY KNOCKED
By Sarah B. Leonard
Gibbs climbed out of his car with a bit more difficulty than usual. It seemed all the birthday drinks had combined to make his car shorter or his legs longer or something. Whatever. It was more of an effort than usual and it wasn’t because he was officially another year older.
He turned back to glance at the presents piled on his passenger seat. They could wait there until morning. He smiled at them just a bit – several bottles of Bourbon in various brands and sizes, a few gag gifts (he couldn’t remember who gave him the “Senility Prayer” but he had laughed out loud after reading that one) and the new coffee mug from his team that proclaimed “GIBBS: The Man, the Myth, the Legend.” At least he’d survived the obligatory office party in Abby’s lab and the quieter dinner with his team at Ducky’s house.
He glanced over the gifts again. He couldn’t remember if one of them was from Tony. He knew he’d seen him today, both at Abby’s lab and then at Ducky’s. However, he couldn’t remember the usual amount of hilarity or boisterousness that normally accompanied his Very Special Agent. DiNozzo had seemed abnormally subdued when they had connected eyes several times during the day, almost embarrassed. Was Gibbs’s turning older hitting Tony harder than it was hitting him?
Whatever.
Huh. That was two “whatevers” just a few seconds apart. Not a good sign.
Gibbs hesitated after opening the front door. His sixth sense was alerted. There was someone in his house.
“Don’t shoot me, Boss.”
Tony’s voice. And just in time, too. Gibbs let his hand loosen around his gun as he switched on the light.
“Just hanging out in my house, DiNozzo?”
“Communing with the dark, Boss.” His face grimaced just a bit in response to the lights.
“What you need?”
Gibbs walked over to the gun safe and stashed his piece, glad he had hesitated for that split second. A bullet wound would not have been a good gift to give on his birthday.
Tony looked down at the low table in front of the couch, the couch where they’d shared many a steak and beer together. There was a flat wide box sitting there, perfectly wrapped in shiny red paper and sporting a sleek black bow. He picked it up and held it out toward Gibbs.
“I…”
Tony coughed. Was he nervous? Gibbs wasn’t sure.
“I had another gift for you. Well, actually, a few gifts but they were kinda personal so I didn’t want to give them to you in front of anyone else so I … um …”
Gibbs jerked his head in his usual fashion. Finally he took pity on his senior field agent and took the box from his hands.
“You didn’t need to get me anything, DiNozzo.” The contents of the box shifted a bit. He could tell there were several items inside of it.
“Yeah I did, Boss.” Tony cleared his throat again. “This was the perfect opportunity.”
“Opportunity?”
Tony couldn’t speak any more. He just nodded toward the box still gripped in Gibbs’s hand.
Gibbs walked around the table and sat on the couch. He flipped out his knife and firmly cut through the ribbon. He heard Tony swallow noisily. What was upsetting him? He seemed extraordinarily stressed.
“You OK, DiNozzo?”
Tony nodded once then stilled. Whatever was in this box appeared to be almost frightening to his agent. He’d better get it over with.
Gibbs sliced through the paper then set his knife down next to the box. The paper fell away obediently and he pulled off the box cover.
Suddenly, Tony’s nervous demeanor made perfect sense. Gibbs, suffused with a sudden warmth running through his veins, and decidedly lower as well, decided to tease. He growled in the most angry voice he could muster, considering that he was leaping and laughing inside.
“So … you’re telling me you set up a ping pong table in my basement and did it without my permission.”
“Uh – no, Boss!” Tony finally looked up from the box to meet Gibbs’s icy blues.
“That’s not it?” Gibbs raised his voice. “Then this must mean you want to give me a paddling on my birthday?”
Tony paled.
“Not going to happen, DiNozzo.”
“No, Boss! I wanted …”
Tony voice failed him – he couldn’t get the words out. He was caught in the glare of twin blue suns, burning under their death rays.
“What, DiNozzo? You wanted what?”
Well, if he couldn’t get the words out he could do the actions. He stood up, unbuckled, unzipped and dropped. Then, before he let himself think about what he was doing, he spread himself ass up over Gibbs’s lap.
“I want you to spank me, Boss,” he whispered.
Gibbs grinned down at him. What a picture Tony made! His suit coat, tie, and long sleeved white shirt still on top but his trousers hanging down around his feet which sported long black socks and perfectly shined shoes. A very formal contrast to the best part of the picture: the two luscious globes of ass bared directly in front of him.
He had to touch. He watched in awe as his own right hand reached for and grabbed hold of the mound of flesh in front of him.
“Can’t do it DiNozzo. Can’t use the paddle on you.” He kept his voice stern.
“Boss. Please…” Tony’s face fell and reddened as he became acutely embarrassed with his position.
“S’my birthday. Gonna use my hand.”
Crack! His hand rose and fell sharply, slapping the flesh offered to him. He lifted his hand and gazed at the scene in front of him as his handprint appeared in a glowing red color.
He struck again, this time on the other side. Grinning fiercely, he admired the second matching handprint as it developed, exactly the same size and color.
Tony wriggled just a little, knowing that Gibbs would see his movement and feel it on his lap as well. He’d wanted this for such a long time.
Gibbs got down to business. He alternated sides but kept up a strong rhythm. Loud smacks echoed through his living room. Soon the percussion was joined by more sounds as Tony couldn’t keep quiet. He gasped and grunted, trying to hold in the noises.
“Let it out, DiNozzo. I am.” Gibbs voiced a command.
Gibbs sped up the rhythm, thoroughly enjoying the symphony he and Tony created.
“That’s it.” Gibbs felt his hand had worked enough.
“Thank you, Boss.”
“Now let’s go upstairs and use these other presents.”
“On it, Boss.”
“And, Tony – thanks for giving me you. Best birthday present ever.”
(Pfoof - fade to the bedroom.)
- Current Mood:
jubilant
