Gibbs pointed to his bed, piled high with every blanket and pillow he had. Tony stood stubbornly, still clothed, his jacket and pants half frozen on him. “Get naked, DiNozzo.”
“Boss!”
"You refuse to take care of yourself so someone obviously has to do it for you."
“I’ll be fine, Boss.”
Gibbs didn’t believe a damn word DiNozzo was saying. There was a bluish tinge to his skin that scared the hell out of Gibbs. He didn’t even want to consider what it all meant for a damn plague survivor.
“If you don’t get naked right now, I’m doin’ it for ya. Won’t be gentle.”
Tony’s eyes widened fractionally and he glanced toward the bathroom.
“B-b-boss?”
“I’ll turn the shower on. Two minutes. Wanna see skin.”
That chased a little of the bluish tinge away, at least. Tony’s face flushed for a moment, and Gibbs tried to ignore what that meant. He and DiNozzo had been flirting for a hell of a lot recently, but it didn’t mean anything. Gibbs’ interest in getting Tony naked had nothing to do with checking out his cock or ass, and everything to do with making sure his agent didn’t keel over.
He stormed into the bathroom and turned on the hot water, gathering some towels. Tony had been stock still, had watched as Gibbs had piled every blanket he owned on the bed. Tony hadn’t been shocky—not that Gibbs had been able to discover, anyway—but he’d been unnaturally quiet and still, and Gibbs had been getting very worried.
Once the temperature of the shower was steamy, Gibbs stepped out into the bedroom. Tony’d obeyed, was standing there buck naked, ass facing Gibbs.
That was all Gibbs needed. His cock started hardening and he bit back a groan. Tony turned, arms wrapped around himself, eyes extra wide. And Gibbs tried like hell to not glance down, to check out Tony’s package.
“C-c-c-cold.”
“I know.”
Gibbs crossed the room, trying to ignore the warnings his mind was screaming out. DiNozzo needed body heat, and it didn’t matter how Gibbs’ body was reacting or what Gibbs wanted.
He pulled Tony close, wrapping his arms around the other man, hand burying itself in Tony’s still-damp hair.
“Its okay. Relax,” Gibbs whispered, his hands beginning to rub down Tony’s back. The other man surged against him and Gibbs didn’t bother to hide his groan. One part of DiNozzo was sure as hell rising to the occasion.
“Boss, I—” Tony started to pull away, but Gibbs tightened his bear hug.
“Shower, DiNozzo. Then we figure this out. Ya got a nursemaid here who’ll look after ya.”
Nursemaid
“Boss!”
"You refuse to take care of yourself so someone obviously has to do it for you."
“I’ll be fine, Boss.”
Gibbs didn’t believe a damn word DiNozzo was saying. There was a bluish tinge to his skin that scared the hell out of Gibbs. He didn’t even want to consider what it all meant for a damn plague survivor.
“If you don’t get naked right now, I’m doin’ it for ya. Won’t be gentle.”
Tony’s eyes widened fractionally and he glanced toward the bathroom.
“B-b-boss?”
“I’ll turn the shower on. Two minutes. Wanna see skin.”
That chased a little of the bluish tinge away, at least. Tony’s face flushed for a moment, and Gibbs tried to ignore what that meant. He and DiNozzo had been flirting for a hell of a lot recently, but it didn’t mean anything. Gibbs’ interest in getting Tony naked had nothing to do with checking out his cock or ass, and everything to do with making sure his agent didn’t keel over.
He stormed into the bathroom and turned on the hot water, gathering some towels. Tony had been stock still, had watched as Gibbs had piled every blanket he owned on the bed. Tony hadn’t been shocky—not that Gibbs had been able to discover, anyway—but he’d been unnaturally quiet and still, and Gibbs had been getting very worried.
Once the temperature of the shower was steamy, Gibbs stepped out into the bedroom. Tony’d obeyed, was standing there buck naked, ass facing Gibbs.
That was all Gibbs needed. His cock started hardening and he bit back a groan. Tony turned, arms wrapped around himself, eyes extra wide. And Gibbs tried like hell to not glance down, to check out Tony’s package.
“C-c-c-cold.”
“I know.”
Gibbs crossed the room, trying to ignore the warnings his mind was screaming out. DiNozzo needed body heat, and it didn’t matter how Gibbs’ body was reacting or what Gibbs wanted.
He pulled Tony close, wrapping his arms around the other man, hand burying itself in Tony’s still-damp hair.
“Its okay. Relax,” Gibbs whispered, his hands beginning to rub down Tony’s back. The other man surged against him and Gibbs didn’t bother to hide his groan. One part of DiNozzo was sure as hell rising to the occasion.
“Boss, I—” Tony started to pull away, but Gibbs tightened his bear hug.
“Shower, DiNozzo. Then we figure this out. Ya got a nursemaid here who’ll look after ya.”
“Thanks, Boss.”