13.sasha1600 Gibbs notices that Tony is *very* interested when he's in uniform.
Gibbs rarely wore his uniforms any more, but he’d been asked to attend some functions around the Fourth of July, and dress uniform was printed right on the invitation. He saw the light in Tony’s eyes, but didn’t comment on it. Tony didn’t come to the events, and when Gibbs came home, Tony acted completely uninterested.
Gibbs knew that Tony wasn’t bothered by not going—he, McGee and Dorney had a month-long movie festival taking place in the living room. Every Saturday night—and most of the Fourth of July week—they planned to sit on Gibbs’ couches, watching movies on the sixty-one inch flat-screen Gibbs had reluctantly allowed Tony to install over the fireplace.
He’d noticed the way Tony’s eyes had followed him as he’d gone out earlier tonight, and he wanted to find out more. He suspected Tony had a man-in-uniform kink. It was twenty-two hundred and Gibbs was glad to see his driveway empty. McGee and Dorney had started dating, and he figured they were having some alone time.
They weren’t the only ones.
Gibbs knew Tony liked the sight of him in his uniform. Hell, Gibbs knew he cut a handsome figure in it. He was within five pounds of his active-duty weight, and unlike most of his friends, he had all his hair, and some disposable income now that he didn’t have any more alimonies to pay out.
And he had a very sexy and younger lover.
He opened the door, padding his way inside. A game was on, and Tony was sitting on the couch, watching him out of the corner of his eye. Gibbs acted as if he was going up the stairs and then swiveled, making a beeline for DiNozzo. Tony’s mouth opened slightly and Gibbs was aware of the pulse hammering in Tony’s throat.
“Like what ya see?” he asked, pitching his voice low He stood with his legs slightly open, watching as Tony drank him in, the tip of a pink tongue slicking over DiNozzo’s lips/
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” Gibbs roared.
“Yes, sir!”
Unlike normal, Gibbs didn’t tell Tony to not call him “sir”. He was gonna make the most of this.
“Upstairs! Now!” he ordered. As Tony stood, Gibbs took in the bulge distending his lover’s jeans. Yeah, they were gonna have a great time.
“On it, Boss.”
As Tony scampered up the stairs, Gibbs’ eyes followed that shapely ass. “Not yet, but soon.”
Man in Uniform
Gibbs rarely wore his uniforms any more, but he’d been asked to attend some functions around the Fourth of July, and dress uniform was printed right on the invitation. He saw the light in Tony’s eyes, but didn’t comment on it. Tony didn’t come to the events, and when Gibbs came home, Tony acted completely uninterested.
Gibbs knew that Tony wasn’t bothered by not going—he, McGee and Dorney had a month-long movie festival taking place in the living room. Every Saturday night—and most of the Fourth of July week—they planned to sit on Gibbs’ couches, watching movies on the sixty-one inch flat-screen Gibbs had reluctantly allowed Tony to install over the fireplace.
He’d noticed the way Tony’s eyes had followed him as he’d gone out earlier tonight, and he wanted to find out more. He suspected Tony had a man-in-uniform kink. It was twenty-two hundred and Gibbs was glad to see his driveway empty. McGee and Dorney had started dating, and he figured they were having some alone time.
They weren’t the only ones.
Gibbs knew Tony liked the sight of him in his uniform. Hell, Gibbs knew he cut a handsome figure in it. He was within five pounds of his active-duty weight, and unlike most of his friends, he had all his hair, and some disposable income now that he didn’t have any more alimonies to pay out.
And he had a very sexy and younger lover.
He opened the door, padding his way inside. A game was on, and Tony was sitting on the couch, watching him out of the corner of his eye. Gibbs acted as if he was going up the stairs and then swiveled, making a beeline for DiNozzo. Tony’s mouth opened slightly and Gibbs was aware of the pulse hammering in Tony’s throat.
“Like what ya see?” he asked, pitching his voice low He stood with his legs slightly open, watching as Tony drank him in, the tip of a pink tongue slicking over DiNozzo’s lips/
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” Gibbs roared.
“Yes, sir!”
Unlike normal, Gibbs didn’t tell Tony to not call him “sir”. He was gonna make the most of this.
“Upstairs! Now!” he ordered. As Tony stood, Gibbs took in the bulge distending his lover’s jeans. Yeah, they were gonna have a great time.
“On it, Boss.”
As Tony scampered up the stairs, Gibbs’ eyes followed that shapely ass. “Not yet, but soon.”