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Title: For Sale
Author: Taylorgibbs
Category: slash, first time
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: FRT
Spoilers: All of Season 9
Summary: Gibbs is pressed into service at a charity auction. When someone unexpected wins his bid, Gibbs' entire perspective changes.
Feedback: Any way you want to send it :)
Author Note: Thanks to tejas for the beta
For Sinfulslasher. Happy B-day!
Sinfulslasher asked for the following prompt: Tony buys Gibbs at a charity auction.
Spoilers for Season 9, including finale.
Gibbs didn’t know how he’d gotten into this situation, but Abby owed him. Big time. Coffee twice a day big time. Because she’d promised five bachelors for a charity drive to help wounded war dogs, he’d easily agreed to help her.
But he’d figured he’d put his carpenter skills to work, not be paraded on stage for a bachelor auction.
At least DiNozzo had escaped. Gibbs had sent him on an errand to get some files from Norfolk yesterday, and an accident on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel had closed down the highway for hours, and DiNozzo’d had to spend his night in the restaurant well off-shore, along with the other impacted motorists. Gibbs figured Tony’d loved the souvenirs and had probably made a bunch of new friends. He was on the way home now, with the files, but he’d never make it back in time to be auctioned off. Gibbs hadn’t missed DiNozzo’s relief when he’d realized that during a brief cell phone call.
But with DiNozzo delayed, Abby’d been left without her fifth bachelor. Palmer was a no-go—he was married. Vance, married, Ned was dating someone, and everyone else conveniently had plans tonight.
Gibbs looked around the backstage area, eyeing his so-called “competition.” Ducky was dapper in his tux—you would never know he’d had a health crisis a few months ago. McGee was in a black suit, his tie bright with splashes of green and blue—must have been a gift from Abby or Tony. One of his eyes had a patch over it—he’d taken some glass there in the bombing, but the hope was that he’d make a full recovery soon.
Anthony DiNozzo Senior was wearing a tuxedo that appeared to have been custom tailored for him, probably from some Italian designer Gibbs couldn’t pronounce. He strutted around, looking self important, but Gibbs tried to tamp down his irritation. It was all for a good cause. And Tobias Fornell wore his dark FBI-issue suit, looking even more uncomfortable than Gibbs felt.
If that was possible!
There were twenty or so other men, each with their own sponsors, but this group was Abby’s, and she stood to get a huge donation for her favorite shelter if her group raised the most money. Not to mention the main part of the proceeds, which would go to helping traumatized search and rescue dogs, help train new recruits, et cetera.
Despite Gibbs’ discomfort with the whole event, he wanted to please her. Abby hadn’t been the same—hell, none of ‘em had—since the explosion had damn near destroyed the Navy Yard a couple months ago. Eight of their coworkers had died that day, not counting Stratton, who had sacrificed himself in the end.
They’d taken down Dearing, but the team still felt the impact. Abby worst of all. She hadn’t been injured, but her hearing had gone for several days, and Gibbs could still remember her frantically signing to him, the terror in her eyes when she realized Tony and Ziva hadn’t been accounted for. This event had put the spring back in her step, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Abby was the most vulnerable of them all in the end, and she had refused to attend the “suggested” therapy sessions that seemed to be helping most of the rest of the team.
Abby was well into her organization mode, pacing back and forth, looking serious even though he saw a glint in her eyes. “Okay guys, here’s the deal,” Abby said, excitement threatening to burst forth, even though Gibbs knew she was very serious about her charity endeavors.
“You go out as a group, play to your strengths. Ducky, you talk. That accent will make the ladies melt. Senior, use your charm. They’ll be all over you. McGee, girls think guys with eye patches are cool. Use that to your advantage. Fornell…” Abby’s lips tipped up into a wicked smile. “There’s a bidder with her eye on you.”
“Not—”
“Yes, Carol! She’s out there waiting and she has money to spend.”
“Have you met this girl?” Tobias asked Gibbs, and Gibbs couldn’t stop his grin. He had, and Tobias was gonna have his hands full.
“Coulda been worse,” Gibbs pointed out.
“Coulda been Diane,” they said in unison, laughing.
“And Gibbs…Oh, I don’t know. Just be yourself, but smile a lot.” She looked them all over and nodded in satisfaction. “We need to raise at least twelve thousand, so get out there and shake it, boys. But first, group hug!”
Gibbs stood still as Abby threw her arms around as many of them as she could reach, dropping a kiss onto Gibbs’ cheek. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said in an undertone, giving her a wink.
“Come on, boys!” Abby said, true delight on her face. A knot of tension eased away and Gibbs gave her a wink. It was good to see these moments coming back to Abbs, even if her recovery was slower than he would have liked.
Boys? Even with McGee, the average age had to be over fifty. “Boys” was a stretch, but for Abby Gibbs wouldn’t comment, wouldn’t roll his eyes.
But he couldn’t resist a brief shake of his head as he allowed himself to be led out, fifth in line, last. The crowd was filled with businesspeople—many couples, a bunch of single women. And a group of men too. Gibbs swallowed hard, wondering how he’d deal with that.
“First up, we have international business tycoon Anthony DiNozzo,” the announcer started, and Gibbs tuned him out. He scanned the crowd, looking at various faces. Some were alight with excitement, others clenched their bidding paddles close, as if they were afraid they might get out of control.
Senior went for a respectable seven hundred to a woman Gibbs didn’t recognize, Ducky for twenty one hundred to Ziva, McGee for seventeen hundred, to Susan Grady. And then it was Fornell’s turn. Carol stepped forward, waving her paddle wildly.
“Five thousand.”
“But Miss, the opening bid is two hundred.”
“I don’t care,” Carol said, winking at Abby, who was standing in the wings, vibrating with excitement. “Five thousand.”
“Okay, five thousand it is. Do I have any other bids?”
Gibbs almost felt badly for Fornell, who was actively squirming now.
“Sold!”
Abby and Carol both let out happy sounds, and Gibbs sent a look of sympathy over to his friend. The four other guys were standing at the side of the stage, watching curiously, and Gibbs wondered how badly this was gonna go for him.
All for Abby and the dogs, he reminded himself.
“For Abby’s team, we have the last bachelor, Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. We need to raise at least twenty five hundred for Abby’s team to be in the lead. Let’s start the bidding at two hundred.
“Four,” a voice called out, and Gibbs tracked it to the left corner of the room. And Hollis Mann His gut clenched. No way did he want to spend a date with her. Wasn’t she in Hawaii, married to some golf pro on a resort? Gibbs had been sure he’d heard that from someone. And hadn’t been able to hide his relief when he realized she was out of his life for good.
“Six,” another voice called out, at the opposite end of the room. M. Allison Hart. Could this get any worse?
“A thousand!” a third voice called and he recognized that one—Diane. Fornell snickered and Gibbs glared at him. The way things had been left with Diane, Gibbs looked at her in a different light, and seeing her even casually would be hard, seeing as how they’d left things in his basement. Her declaration that he was her Shannon still resonated in his head.
“Twelve hundred!” The accented voice of Layla broke through, and Gibbs met her eyes, shaking his head. She needed to save all her money—Amira was growing like a weed. This was an expense she didn’t need to take on to save him.
Diane dropped out quickly, and Layla didn’t bid again, but Hollis and M. Allison drove the bidding up over four thousand fast and furiously, moving closer to the stage at every moment.
“Ten thousand!” a new voice—a male voice—rang out from the very back of the room and Gibbs’ eyes widened in astonishment. He opened his mouth to say something, but the new bidder shook his head.
“Ten thousand and I get to take him now.”
Now? The plan had been for bidders and biddees to mingle over drinks and work out a date for a later time.
Now?
“Sold to the bidder in the back. Your paddle number, sir?”
“Double oh seven,” Tony said, sauntering forward. When he was at the lip of the low stage, he winked at Gibbs, licking his lips. “Let me pay the man and then let’s get outta here.”
Gibbs wasn’t sure what DiNozzo was playing at, but he was willing to go with it. His senior agent had saved him from Hollis and M. Allison, and even the awkwardness of quiet time with Diane.
DiNozzo could have whatever he wanted—within reason.
Gibbs watched as Abby launched herself into Tony’s arms, giving him a huge hug, and tried to ignore the ribbing from Senior and Fornell as Tony handed over a credit card to one of the volunteers. When he was done paying, he walked back over to Gibbs, offering his arm. Gibbs hopped down off the stage, looking into Tony’s eyes.
“Ready for our night?” Tony asked. His entire body language screamed that he was confident, that he was channeling James Bond or someone else just as smooth, but Gibbs could see the uncertainty he tried to mask in his eyes. And smell the sudden burst of arousal.
Tony wanted him.
Tony wanted him!
Gibbs gulped down his surprise and gave DiNozzo a sidelong look. “What are we doing?” he asked, keeping to casual.
“Thought we could go to Old Town, maybe the Chart House. Have some dinner right on the water.” Tony shrugged, but Gibbs could see there was a lot of hope in his eyes.
“And then what?” he asked quietly, so only DiNozzo could hear.
“Guess that depends on what you want,” Tony replied. He was clearly trying for bravado, but Gibbs could see this meant a lot to him too. Gibbs didn’t answer as he strode out of the ballroom and into a quiet corridor, knowing instinctively that Tony would follow.
“What if I want this?” Gibbs asked, pressing his body against Tony’s, and driving him back against the wall. Tony was as hard as Gibbs was, and he leaned in, delivering a blistering kiss to Tony.
When he pulled away, Gibbs knew he was leaking, the corridor heavy with their musk.
“Room service?” Tony asked, gaze hazy. He slicked his tongue over his lips, breathing a little harder, and Gibbs tracked every unconscious movement, his own arousal growing by the second. It was gonna be impossible to do anything but throw this man against the wall an fuck him, and there was no way they were doing that in public. They needed an escape, soon.
“Yeah, get a room,” Gibbs agreed, giving Tony’s ass a tight squeeze, fitting the man to him and grinding slightly. It was a perfect fit, just as Gibbs had always hoped. “Dinner out on the second date.”
“There’ll be a second?” Tony asked hopefully.
“Not unless ya get a room,” Gibbs growled playfully, his hand ruffling over Tony’s hair. “Room service. I mighta been for sale, but I’m not cheap. Get moving.”
Author: Taylorgibbs
Category: slash, first time
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: FRT
Spoilers: All of Season 9
Summary: Gibbs is pressed into service at a charity auction. When someone unexpected wins his bid, Gibbs' entire perspective changes.
Feedback: Any way you want to send it :)
Author Note: Thanks to tejas for the beta
For Sinfulslasher. Happy B-day!
Sinfulslasher asked for the following prompt: Tony buys Gibbs at a charity auction.
Spoilers for Season 9, including finale.
Gibbs didn’t know how he’d gotten into this situation, but Abby owed him. Big time. Coffee twice a day big time. Because she’d promised five bachelors for a charity drive to help wounded war dogs, he’d easily agreed to help her.
But he’d figured he’d put his carpenter skills to work, not be paraded on stage for a bachelor auction.
At least DiNozzo had escaped. Gibbs had sent him on an errand to get some files from Norfolk yesterday, and an accident on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel had closed down the highway for hours, and DiNozzo’d had to spend his night in the restaurant well off-shore, along with the other impacted motorists. Gibbs figured Tony’d loved the souvenirs and had probably made a bunch of new friends. He was on the way home now, with the files, but he’d never make it back in time to be auctioned off. Gibbs hadn’t missed DiNozzo’s relief when he’d realized that during a brief cell phone call.
But with DiNozzo delayed, Abby’d been left without her fifth bachelor. Palmer was a no-go—he was married. Vance, married, Ned was dating someone, and everyone else conveniently had plans tonight.
Gibbs looked around the backstage area, eyeing his so-called “competition.” Ducky was dapper in his tux—you would never know he’d had a health crisis a few months ago. McGee was in a black suit, his tie bright with splashes of green and blue—must have been a gift from Abby or Tony. One of his eyes had a patch over it—he’d taken some glass there in the bombing, but the hope was that he’d make a full recovery soon.
Anthony DiNozzo Senior was wearing a tuxedo that appeared to have been custom tailored for him, probably from some Italian designer Gibbs couldn’t pronounce. He strutted around, looking self important, but Gibbs tried to tamp down his irritation. It was all for a good cause. And Tobias Fornell wore his dark FBI-issue suit, looking even more uncomfortable than Gibbs felt.
If that was possible!
There were twenty or so other men, each with their own sponsors, but this group was Abby’s, and she stood to get a huge donation for her favorite shelter if her group raised the most money. Not to mention the main part of the proceeds, which would go to helping traumatized search and rescue dogs, help train new recruits, et cetera.
Despite Gibbs’ discomfort with the whole event, he wanted to please her. Abby hadn’t been the same—hell, none of ‘em had—since the explosion had damn near destroyed the Navy Yard a couple months ago. Eight of their coworkers had died that day, not counting Stratton, who had sacrificed himself in the end.
They’d taken down Dearing, but the team still felt the impact. Abby worst of all. She hadn’t been injured, but her hearing had gone for several days, and Gibbs could still remember her frantically signing to him, the terror in her eyes when she realized Tony and Ziva hadn’t been accounted for. This event had put the spring back in her step, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Abby was the most vulnerable of them all in the end, and she had refused to attend the “suggested” therapy sessions that seemed to be helping most of the rest of the team.
Abby was well into her organization mode, pacing back and forth, looking serious even though he saw a glint in her eyes. “Okay guys, here’s the deal,” Abby said, excitement threatening to burst forth, even though Gibbs knew she was very serious about her charity endeavors.
“You go out as a group, play to your strengths. Ducky, you talk. That accent will make the ladies melt. Senior, use your charm. They’ll be all over you. McGee, girls think guys with eye patches are cool. Use that to your advantage. Fornell…” Abby’s lips tipped up into a wicked smile. “There’s a bidder with her eye on you.”
“Not—”
“Yes, Carol! She’s out there waiting and she has money to spend.”
“Have you met this girl?” Tobias asked Gibbs, and Gibbs couldn’t stop his grin. He had, and Tobias was gonna have his hands full.
“Coulda been worse,” Gibbs pointed out.
“Coulda been Diane,” they said in unison, laughing.
“And Gibbs…Oh, I don’t know. Just be yourself, but smile a lot.” She looked them all over and nodded in satisfaction. “We need to raise at least twelve thousand, so get out there and shake it, boys. But first, group hug!”
Gibbs stood still as Abby threw her arms around as many of them as she could reach, dropping a kiss onto Gibbs’ cheek. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said in an undertone, giving her a wink.
“Come on, boys!” Abby said, true delight on her face. A knot of tension eased away and Gibbs gave her a wink. It was good to see these moments coming back to Abbs, even if her recovery was slower than he would have liked.
Boys? Even with McGee, the average age had to be over fifty. “Boys” was a stretch, but for Abby Gibbs wouldn’t comment, wouldn’t roll his eyes.
But he couldn’t resist a brief shake of his head as he allowed himself to be led out, fifth in line, last. The crowd was filled with businesspeople—many couples, a bunch of single women. And a group of men too. Gibbs swallowed hard, wondering how he’d deal with that.
“First up, we have international business tycoon Anthony DiNozzo,” the announcer started, and Gibbs tuned him out. He scanned the crowd, looking at various faces. Some were alight with excitement, others clenched their bidding paddles close, as if they were afraid they might get out of control.
Senior went for a respectable seven hundred to a woman Gibbs didn’t recognize, Ducky for twenty one hundred to Ziva, McGee for seventeen hundred, to Susan Grady. And then it was Fornell’s turn. Carol stepped forward, waving her paddle wildly.
“Five thousand.”
“But Miss, the opening bid is two hundred.”
“I don’t care,” Carol said, winking at Abby, who was standing in the wings, vibrating with excitement. “Five thousand.”
“Okay, five thousand it is. Do I have any other bids?”
Gibbs almost felt badly for Fornell, who was actively squirming now.
“Sold!”
Abby and Carol both let out happy sounds, and Gibbs sent a look of sympathy over to his friend. The four other guys were standing at the side of the stage, watching curiously, and Gibbs wondered how badly this was gonna go for him.
All for Abby and the dogs, he reminded himself.
“For Abby’s team, we have the last bachelor, Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. We need to raise at least twenty five hundred for Abby’s team to be in the lead. Let’s start the bidding at two hundred.
“Four,” a voice called out, and Gibbs tracked it to the left corner of the room. And Hollis Mann His gut clenched. No way did he want to spend a date with her. Wasn’t she in Hawaii, married to some golf pro on a resort? Gibbs had been sure he’d heard that from someone. And hadn’t been able to hide his relief when he realized she was out of his life for good.
“Six,” another voice called out, at the opposite end of the room. M. Allison Hart. Could this get any worse?
“A thousand!” a third voice called and he recognized that one—Diane. Fornell snickered and Gibbs glared at him. The way things had been left with Diane, Gibbs looked at her in a different light, and seeing her even casually would be hard, seeing as how they’d left things in his basement. Her declaration that he was her Shannon still resonated in his head.
“Twelve hundred!” The accented voice of Layla broke through, and Gibbs met her eyes, shaking his head. She needed to save all her money—Amira was growing like a weed. This was an expense she didn’t need to take on to save him.
Diane dropped out quickly, and Layla didn’t bid again, but Hollis and M. Allison drove the bidding up over four thousand fast and furiously, moving closer to the stage at every moment.
“Ten thousand!” a new voice—a male voice—rang out from the very back of the room and Gibbs’ eyes widened in astonishment. He opened his mouth to say something, but the new bidder shook his head.
“Ten thousand and I get to take him now.”
Now? The plan had been for bidders and biddees to mingle over drinks and work out a date for a later time.
Now?
“Sold to the bidder in the back. Your paddle number, sir?”
“Double oh seven,” Tony said, sauntering forward. When he was at the lip of the low stage, he winked at Gibbs, licking his lips. “Let me pay the man and then let’s get outta here.”
Gibbs wasn’t sure what DiNozzo was playing at, but he was willing to go with it. His senior agent had saved him from Hollis and M. Allison, and even the awkwardness of quiet time with Diane.
DiNozzo could have whatever he wanted—within reason.
Gibbs watched as Abby launched herself into Tony’s arms, giving him a huge hug, and tried to ignore the ribbing from Senior and Fornell as Tony handed over a credit card to one of the volunteers. When he was done paying, he walked back over to Gibbs, offering his arm. Gibbs hopped down off the stage, looking into Tony’s eyes.
“Ready for our night?” Tony asked. His entire body language screamed that he was confident, that he was channeling James Bond or someone else just as smooth, but Gibbs could see the uncertainty he tried to mask in his eyes. And smell the sudden burst of arousal.
Tony wanted him.
Tony wanted him!
Gibbs gulped down his surprise and gave DiNozzo a sidelong look. “What are we doing?” he asked, keeping to casual.
“Thought we could go to Old Town, maybe the Chart House. Have some dinner right on the water.” Tony shrugged, but Gibbs could see there was a lot of hope in his eyes.
“And then what?” he asked quietly, so only DiNozzo could hear.
“Guess that depends on what you want,” Tony replied. He was clearly trying for bravado, but Gibbs could see this meant a lot to him too. Gibbs didn’t answer as he strode out of the ballroom and into a quiet corridor, knowing instinctively that Tony would follow.
“What if I want this?” Gibbs asked, pressing his body against Tony’s, and driving him back against the wall. Tony was as hard as Gibbs was, and he leaned in, delivering a blistering kiss to Tony.
When he pulled away, Gibbs knew he was leaking, the corridor heavy with their musk.
“Room service?” Tony asked, gaze hazy. He slicked his tongue over his lips, breathing a little harder, and Gibbs tracked every unconscious movement, his own arousal growing by the second. It was gonna be impossible to do anything but throw this man against the wall an fuck him, and there was no way they were doing that in public. They needed an escape, soon.
“Yeah, get a room,” Gibbs agreed, giving Tony’s ass a tight squeeze, fitting the man to him and grinding slightly. It was a perfect fit, just as Gibbs had always hoped. “Dinner out on the second date.”
“There’ll be a second?” Tony asked hopefully.
“Not unless ya get a room,” Gibbs growled playfully, his hand ruffling over Tony’s hair. “Room service. I mighta been for sale, but I’m not cheap. Get moving.”
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