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jack_infinitude
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Anthony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee
Prompt: rain
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, sexuality.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.
A/N: Part of my On the Way to a Smile Series
The rain lashing at the window almost sends Tony straight back to sleep. He is warm in a comfortable bed, and it is a rainy Sunday. There is absolutely no reason why he should have to get up. With that in mind, he starts to bury his face back into his pillow and pull the comforter back over the sheet.
The absence of resistance makes him realize that Tim is missing from their bed. Grousing silently to himself, Tony raises himself up on his elbows, and spots the light under the bathroom door. Then he looks over at the clock; the time reads as 04:53. Tony makes a face in askance; why is McGee getting a shower now?
He sighs, and slides back underneath the comforter. If it was a call-out, then Tim would have woken him already; Tony now suspects that he is simply encountering yet another of McGee's odd behaviors. And at least it’s something as innocuous as getting a shower at five o' clock in the morning. He still doesn’t know what to do with seeing Tim eat onions like apples.
He is drifting off when the shower stops. A few minutes later the bathroom door opens, releasing steam and Tim, who wastes no time getting into bed.
"Morning," Tony murmurs as the sheets lift.
"Good night," Tim grumbles back. "I'm going to sleep."
"What?" Tony turns onto his stomach and he gives McGee a confused look. "It's past five in the morning."
"I know." McGee pulls the comforter over his shoulders, covering them both. Then he slides an arm over Tony's waist, pulling him close. "God, I'm tired."
"What were you doing all night?"
But McGee only sighs and presses his face against Tony's neck. His breath tickles Tony's skin, making DiNozzo squirm just a little. "I was moderating an online RPG all night," he says finally. "You wouldn't believe the things teenagers think they can get away with."
"Liar." And Tony pokes the side of McGee's head, unwittingly tangling the wet, honey-colored strands around his finger. Unable to really stop himself, he cups the back of Tim's head, enjoying the feeling of clean, damp hair. "What were you really doing?"
Tim grumbles, and Tony rolls his eyes. He puts his left hand under McGee’s chin, lifting his head about so that he can look into Tim's eyes; eyes that are dark and a little cold, colored the same overcast gray of January ice. Tim's expression is so annoyed that Tony can't help laughing out loud.
“I knew it,” he teases. “You were probably doing something really illegal --”
“You wish,” Tim replies. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
His answer comes in the soft kiss that Tony presses against his forehead. “I wouldn’t pass up a chance to rescue my damsel in distress, even if it was all his fault.”
“‘Damsel,’ hunh?” McGee asks. There’s an odd look in his eyes now, one that goes past his obvious exhaustion.
“You’re a princess, McGee,” Tony tells him warmly. “You’re the one who waits in a tower for his prince to come and rescue him --”
“‘Princess’ this.” And then Tim’s hands are pressing Tony against the mattress, down on his shoulders, and Tony shivers and purrs against Tim’s warm mouth.
McGee settles himself on top of Tony, their legs tangling together. His kisses are warm and lazy, making Tony shudder and tremble.
Tony remembers that they are warm in a comfortable bed, and that it is a rainy Sunday. There is no reason for them to get out of bed today.
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jack_infinitudeFandom: NCIS
Characters: Anthony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee
Prompt: rain
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, sexuality.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.
A/N: Part of my On the Way to a Smile Series
The rain lashing at the window almost sends Tony straight back to sleep. He is warm in a comfortable bed, and it is a rainy Sunday. There is absolutely no reason why he should have to get up. With that in mind, he starts to bury his face back into his pillow and pull the comforter back over the sheet.
The absence of resistance makes him realize that Tim is missing from their bed. Grousing silently to himself, Tony raises himself up on his elbows, and spots the light under the bathroom door. Then he looks over at the clock; the time reads as 04:53. Tony makes a face in askance; why is McGee getting a shower now?
He sighs, and slides back underneath the comforter. If it was a call-out, then Tim would have woken him already; Tony now suspects that he is simply encountering yet another of McGee's odd behaviors. And at least it’s something as innocuous as getting a shower at five o' clock in the morning. He still doesn’t know what to do with seeing Tim eat onions like apples.
He is drifting off when the shower stops. A few minutes later the bathroom door opens, releasing steam and Tim, who wastes no time getting into bed.
"Morning," Tony murmurs as the sheets lift.
"Good night," Tim grumbles back. "I'm going to sleep."
"What?" Tony turns onto his stomach and he gives McGee a confused look. "It's past five in the morning."
"I know." McGee pulls the comforter over his shoulders, covering them both. Then he slides an arm over Tony's waist, pulling him close. "God, I'm tired."
"What were you doing all night?"
But McGee only sighs and presses his face against Tony's neck. His breath tickles Tony's skin, making DiNozzo squirm just a little. "I was moderating an online RPG all night," he says finally. "You wouldn't believe the things teenagers think they can get away with."
"Liar." And Tony pokes the side of McGee's head, unwittingly tangling the wet, honey-colored strands around his finger. Unable to really stop himself, he cups the back of Tim's head, enjoying the feeling of clean, damp hair. "What were you really doing?"
Tim grumbles, and Tony rolls his eyes. He puts his left hand under McGee’s chin, lifting his head about so that he can look into Tim's eyes; eyes that are dark and a little cold, colored the same overcast gray of January ice. Tim's expression is so annoyed that Tony can't help laughing out loud.
“I knew it,” he teases. “You were probably doing something really illegal --”
“You wish,” Tim replies. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
His answer comes in the soft kiss that Tony presses against his forehead. “I wouldn’t pass up a chance to rescue my damsel in distress, even if it was all his fault.”
“‘Damsel,’ hunh?” McGee asks. There’s an odd look in his eyes now, one that goes past his obvious exhaustion.
“You’re a princess, McGee,” Tony tells him warmly. “You’re the one who waits in a tower for his prince to come and rescue him --”
“‘Princess’ this.” And then Tim’s hands are pressing Tony against the mattress, down on his shoulders, and Tony shivers and purrs against Tim’s warm mouth.
McGee settles himself on top of Tony, their legs tangling together. His kisses are warm and lazy, making Tony shudder and tremble.
Tony remembers that they are warm in a comfortable bed, and that it is a rainy Sunday. There is no reason for them to get out of bed today.
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