5. cin1101 Gibbs needs Tony to show him how deep his love is - fluff/smut, romance, angst... whichever works best for you :)
“You’re saying…” Tony choked out. “That you need me to show you how much I care, and that’ll help you heal?” Tony asked, incredulous.
“Yeah,” Gibbs managed, wincing. His hand on his thigh loosened and Tony winced as he saw the blood running down his lover’s leg. The sniper had hit Gibbs in the leg twice before Tony had taken him out, but they were in Shenandoah National Forest and there was no cell coverage. And there was no way Gibbs could walk out of here.
Once he was stabilized, Tony planned to run out, get help. But Gibbs wasn’t stabilizing, and Tony was worried.
“Trust me,” Gibbs said, his tone firm, even though he was clearly weakening. The color had drained out of his face, his eyes bluer against his pale skin.
“Okay. If you’re sure…” Tony said finally, leaning in. He and Gibbs had a bond, sure, and they even flirted, but they’d never acted on anything. Until now.
Was it real if it was done like this?
“You have to mean it,” Gibbs said, and Tony realized he was hesitating with his mouth so close to Gibbs that he could taste the other man’s breath and smell something spicy over the metal tang of blood.
“Show me, Tony. Been dancin’ round this too long.”
It no longer mattered that Gibbs needed this—he wanted this. Gibbs wanted this. From Tony. And Tony was going to do his best.
He cupped Gibbs’ head, and Gibbs gave him a slow, lazy smile. Tony’d almost imagine Gibbs hadn’t been shot from that expression. Then Gibbs’ eyes closed slowly, his lips parting, and Tony leaned in.
He didn’t do romance—not normally. But Tony put every ounce of emotion into the kiss, pressing against Gibbs’ moist lips gently, sighing as the other man began to kiss back, his tongue darting out to lick over Tony’s lips.
Tony groaned, leaning in more, deepening the kiss. He infused eleven years of want and need—love and admiration—into the kiss, Gibbs groaning his approval into Tony’s mouth.
When Tony pulled back and opened his eyes, Gibbs’ were hazy and unfocused. Tony glanced down at Gibbs’ thigh, not really expecting any difference in the blood flow. But it had stopped, the wound looking smaller, less raw.
“Wow,” Tony managed, watching skin pulling together. It was impossible—there was no way this was happening—yet he couldn’t look away. In less than five minutes, Gibbs’ wound was closed, the scar tissue angry looking, but intact.
“How…” Tony trailed off, unsure of what to ask next.
“Show ya some time. Let’s get outta here. We have some exploring to do.”
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Date: 2012-07-05 01:56 am (UTC)“You’re saying…” Tony choked out. “That you need me to show you how much I care, and that’ll help you heal?” Tony asked, incredulous.
“Yeah,” Gibbs managed, wincing. His hand on his thigh loosened and Tony winced as he saw the blood running down his lover’s leg. The sniper had hit Gibbs in the leg twice before Tony had taken him out, but they were in Shenandoah National Forest and there was no cell coverage. And there was no way Gibbs could walk out of here.
Once he was stabilized, Tony planned to run out, get help. But Gibbs wasn’t stabilizing, and Tony was worried.
“Trust me,” Gibbs said, his tone firm, even though he was clearly weakening. The color had drained out of his face, his eyes bluer against his pale skin.
“Okay. If you’re sure…” Tony said finally, leaning in. He and Gibbs had a bond, sure, and they even flirted, but they’d never acted on anything. Until now.
Was it real if it was done like this?
“You have to mean it,” Gibbs said, and Tony realized he was hesitating with his mouth so close to Gibbs that he could taste the other man’s breath and smell something spicy over the metal tang of blood.
“Show me, Tony. Been dancin’ round this too long.”
It no longer mattered that Gibbs needed this—he wanted this. Gibbs wanted this. From Tony. And Tony was going to do his best.
He cupped Gibbs’ head, and Gibbs gave him a slow, lazy smile. Tony’d almost imagine Gibbs hadn’t been shot from that expression. Then Gibbs’ eyes closed slowly, his lips parting, and Tony leaned in.
He didn’t do romance—not normally. But Tony put every ounce of emotion into the kiss, pressing against Gibbs’ moist lips gently, sighing as the other man began to kiss back, his tongue darting out to lick over Tony’s lips.
Tony groaned, leaning in more, deepening the kiss. He infused eleven years of want and need—love and admiration—into the kiss, Gibbs groaning his approval into Tony’s mouth.
When Tony pulled back and opened his eyes, Gibbs’ were hazy and unfocused. Tony glanced down at Gibbs’ thigh, not really expecting any difference in the blood flow. But it had stopped, the wound looking smaller, less raw.
“Wow,” Tony managed, watching skin pulling together. It was impossible—there was no way this was happening—yet he couldn’t look away. In less than five minutes, Gibbs’ wound was closed, the scar tissue angry looking, but intact.
“How…” Tony trailed off, unsure of what to ask next.
“Show ya some time. Let’s get outta here. We have some exploring to do.”