she wanted: The one where Gibbs comes across the charity calendar Tony did in College, the "Naughty Frat Boys of OSU" one
Which dovetails well with this partial in my files. There is more but it needs a complete rewrite.
As usual, Jethro was first in the office. He spread The Washington Post, glancing at the subjects and pictures. Front page, Metro, Sports. He started to throw the lifestyle section away when something caught his eye.
“DiNozzo?” What the hell? He read the caption before studying the picture. “British supermodel Taryn Headly was out on the town with new boyfriend, Anthony DiNozzo. Anthony, a new model, will be posing with Taryn in a sexy new jeans campaign for Calvin Klein.”
He looked at the picture. Tony had his arm around an impossibly thin woman who would have been pretty if she hadn’t looked like a concentration camp survivor. In comparison, Tony looked too healthy, too vital. Their heads were thrown back, in mid-laughter. How was it comfortable to be with her? Didn’t those bones poke the heck out of him? And Tony had always seemed to like a little meat on a woman’s bones.
Jet put the paper down and tried to concentrate on work. But his mind kept drifting back to the thought of Tony in form fitting jeans. He couched, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. His Tony fantasies were for the dark of night, not in the office.
But his mind obviously didn’t know. Instead of reading the screen, all he could see was Tony in his mind’s eye. He pulled up Google and typed Tony’s name into the search engine.
As expected, he found pictures from Tony’s college sports career and articles about key cases. Becoming frustrated with the Internet, he clicked the final number.
“Tony?” This web site was a find, of pictures of the young man at college and his friends, in what looked to be some modeling event. In one photo, Tony was wearing a leather jacket, unzipped, showing a fair amount of muscular chest, and a tight pair of jeans, threadbare in the thighs. Jethro’s mouth dried and all the blood rushed to his cock.
The Naughty Frat Boys of OSU? There was a calendar? He had to find it, somewhere.
He closed the website, wiping sweaty hands on his pants. He needed coffee. Now. He stood up, intending to find a way to compose himself, when the object of his lust walked in.
“DiNozzo,” he managed, barely. Gibbs winced as he heard the tone in his voice.
Model Man for kateri_e
Which dovetails well with this partial in my files. There is more but it needs a complete rewrite.
As usual, Jethro was first in the office. He spread The Washington Post, glancing at the subjects and pictures. Front page, Metro, Sports. He started to throw the lifestyle section away when something caught his eye.
“DiNozzo?” What the hell? He read the caption before studying the picture. “British supermodel Taryn Headly was out on the town with new boyfriend, Anthony DiNozzo. Anthony, a new model, will be posing with Taryn in a sexy new jeans campaign for Calvin Klein.”
He looked at the picture. Tony had his arm around an impossibly thin woman who would have been pretty if she hadn’t looked like a concentration camp survivor. In comparison, Tony looked too healthy, too vital. Their heads were thrown back, in mid-laughter. How was it comfortable to be with her? Didn’t those bones poke the heck out of him? And Tony had always seemed to like a little meat on a woman’s bones.
Jet put the paper down and tried to concentrate on work. But his mind kept drifting back to the thought of Tony in form fitting jeans. He couched, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. His Tony fantasies were for the dark of night, not in the office.
But his mind obviously didn’t know. Instead of reading the screen, all he could see was Tony in his mind’s eye. He pulled up Google and typed Tony’s name into the search engine.
As expected, he found pictures from Tony’s college sports career and articles about key cases. Becoming frustrated with the Internet, he clicked the final number.
“Tony?” This web site was a find, of pictures of the young man at college and his friends, in what looked to be some modeling event. In one photo, Tony was wearing a leather jacket, unzipped, showing a fair amount of muscular chest, and a tight pair of jeans, threadbare in the thighs. Jethro’s mouth dried and all the blood rushed to his cock.
The Naughty Frat Boys of OSU? There was a calendar? He had to find it, somewhere.
He closed the website, wiping sweaty hands on his pants. He needed coffee. Now. He stood up, intending to find a way to compose himself, when the object of his lust walked in.
“DiNozzo,” he managed, barely. Gibbs winced as he heard the tone in his voice.