tingreca | All I Want For Christmas

Title: All I Want For Christmas

Author: Sarah B. Leonard

Fandom: NCIS

Pairings: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: R or better (worse?) for suggestive images
Warnings: Adult spanking and general silliness!
Word count: 1,000
Author's Notes: I don't own any of these characters but I sure do like making them do things. Tag to "Faith".

Written for a friend, because these cheer her up.

All I Want For Christmas

By Sarah B. Leonard

Tony searched through the catalogs he had taken from his neighbor’s porch. It was almost Christmas and he still couldn’t decide what to get Gibbs. Should he go with a gag gift? Something serious? The traditional bottle of booze? There was always Honey Dust. Hmmm. Victoria’s Secret – not quite what the boss would need, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t check it out. Any port in a storm was his philosophy. Pretty women, handsome men – yup. He turned the pages of this one more slowly than the “Fruit of the Month Club” offering.

What to get him? What to get Gibbs? Also, should he get something that was just for his boss? A token gift that still showed he cared, or should he get something more romantic for the other Gibbs, his lover for the past couple of weeks. Decisions. Decisions. No easy answer came to him.

“DiNozzo! With me.”

Gibbs yanked open his drawer, pulled out his badge and gun, slammed the drawer shut and stormed out of the bullpen. Tony stumbled behind, throwing his pack over one shoulder so fast that he almost knocked himself off balance.

“Dead Petty Officer, Boss?”

“Nope.”

Tony barely made it into the passenger seat before Gibbs drove off.

“Dead anything, Boss?”

“Nope.”

“Then what’s happening?”

Gibbs just grinned at him, and then turned back to his driving. Tony clutched at the handles – grabbing to help him keep his balance.

“Where’re we going, Boss?”

The car spun a quick right, throwing Tony’s body in the direction of Gibbs, even with his seat belt fastened. He caught himself just before he hit Gibbs’s shoulder, as the man driving had leaned over, knowing he was about to make the turn.

“Your place.”

“My place? Why?”

“My dad’s at my place. Everyone is still at work so it’s too busy there.”

Gibbs grinned at him again. Tony felt a shiver run through him. What was Gibbs up to? This was so unlike him, leaving work for an apparently non-work agenda – except for coffee of course. Going for coffee was always legal where Gibbs was concerned.

Tony’s ever ready cock began to twitch just so slightly. It was difficult being ‘under cover’ with Gibbs always so near. He snorted to himself. Maybe they were going ‘under covers.’ Maybe Gibbs was also affected by the current circumstances that were keeping the new lovers temporarily apart. Gibbs’s dad had been there for a couple of days and Tony knew he was feeling deprived. Gibbs had seemed extra grouchy lately too, even sniping at his dad about making his team fat. And in front of the team as well!

Tony sat back into the seat and watched the houses and apartment buildings speed by. Well, this was as good a time as any to ask.

“I’ve been wondering what to get you for Christmas, Boss.”

“Don’t need anything much.”

“But I always get you something. Can’t you give me a little suggestion?”

“Forget it, DiNozzo.”

“Aw c’mon. Don’t be such a Grinch.”

“Which one?”

“Which one what, Boss?”

“Which Grinch? The Dr. Seuss book, the cartoon or Jim Carrey?”

“Boss – I’m impressed!“

“I’m not totally oblivious to the world, DiNozzo.”

Tony spouted off on a comparison of the three, wavering over which one he felt was best. He eventually decided on the traditional cartoon, while Gibbs drove on.

Finally the car stopped and soon the two men were in front of Tony’s place. He unlocked the door and bowed to his boss, sweeping his arm forward to formally invite him into the apartment. Gibbs walked in, taking off his jacket and handing it to Tony. Tony threw it over the back of a chair while Gibbs sat on the couch and gestured for Tony to sit beside him. Tony wondered if maybe they were gonna have a hot make out session, since Gibbs knew the way to the bedroom and, therefore, the bed, but he had sat down right in the middle of the couch.

“Ok, Boss. We’re here.” Tony sat next to him as Gibbs had indicated. “Now can you tell me what’s going on?”

Suddenly, Gibbs grabbed him and tossed him over his lap. Tony yelped as strong fingers reached under him and popped open his slacks, downed the zipper and pushed his pants to his knees. Shocked, Tony realized he was bare-assed over Gibbs’s lap. Gibbs’s fully clothed lap.

“Boss!”

“Shut up, DiNozzo.”

Smack! The flat of his hand, hard and fast, hit his agent’s ass.

“Ow! Boss!”

Smack! Crack!

“Stop squirming, Bubble Butt.”

“Why, Boss? Ouch! Hey…”

First one cheek, then the other was struck. Tony could feel his ass warming and, even though the hits hurt, he was very aroused by these unexpected proceedings. He still couldn’t figure out what was happening. Was this Gibbs his recent lover or Gibbs his angry boss or what?

“But I didn’t eat that many chocolates!”

“Not about chocolates.”

“Ow! Then what’s this for? Ow!”

The blows were steady and hard. Tony grabbed the sofa and held on tightly as Gibbs continued to pay attention to first his right cheek, then his left and back again. Smack! Thwap!

Dammit – he wasn’t gonna be able to sit down when they got back to work - if they got back to work.

“This is my Christmas present, DiNozzo. What I wanted from you.”

Smack! Thwap! Smack!

Finally the blows stopped. Tony was breathing hard, blinking his eyes furiously. His ass was on fire. Then he felt a gentle touch. Gibbs ran his hand softly over the hot flesh. The intimate caress melted Tony against him. Gibbs stroked his ass again.

“About the color of Rudolph’s nose,” he murmured.

“I … man that hurts so good… I still don’t get it, Boss. Why did you spank me?”

“Well, I knew you wanted to give me a present so I thought I would just take what I wanted.”

“Just take?”

“Yeah, Tony. Just think of me as ‘The Gibbs Who Stole Christmas.’”