It’d been almost a year since they’d gone to the resort. The trip had been incredible—Tony hadn’t stopped getting hard when he thought about it yet.
And Gibbs…
He’d grin at Tony at odd times, sometimes when they were questioning a suspect, and that gleam in his eyes would tell Tony so much.
So damn much.
The dance and shot at the club had been only the beginning—they’d taken their entire vacation drinking in each other’s presence. And it’d been nice. They’d both felt as if it was a new start in their relationship.
Tony pulled in some favors with HR and organized a long weekend for them both. He’d booked the same resort they’d stayed at—all inclusive, just the way Tony liked it. Last thing he wanted to think about were mundane things like tips.
Getting the information had been damn near impossible. At some point, Gibbs’ personnel records had been locked down, and no amount of flirting could get Tony in. Finally, he’d resorted to Jack, and after sending him a bottle of Old Rip Van Winkle Reserve bourbon, Jack had handed over the information Tony needed.
Gibbs’ birthday.
It hadn’t surprised him that Gibbs had celebrated his birthday when they were away. The way Tony saw it, he’d given Gibbs a gift and vice versa. There may have been cake—eaten off body parts—one night, too.
Armed with the knowledge of Gibbs’ birthday—and his age—Tony’d managed to finagle four days off for them both. And while it wasn’t the longer vacation Gibbs had planned, Tony planned to pack every minute with good food, better company, and scorching sex.
The sex wouldn’t be the problem, but sometimes Gibbs could get kinda grumpy when he wasn’t in control. Though when they got there, Tony would hand over most of the control, but he would ensure Gibbs celebrated his birthday. And if Gibbs didn’t want to, Tony’d convince him it was celebrating life instead.
They had a lot to be thankful for.
In the last couple of years, both of them had grown closer to their fathers, and Tony had a good friendship with Jackson as well, though he had no idea that Gibbs and Tony were together. The team was a fairly cohesive unit after a lot of stress and strife, and Tony and Gibbs were doing great together.
Yeah, it was time to celebrate.
Alone, where nobody knew them, where they could be as wrapped up in each other as they dared.
“What’s this?” Gibbs asked as he walked in, the envelope Tony’d taped to the door in his hand.
“We’re going away.”
“Can’t.”
“Can so. I got us off for four days. Flight leaves tonight, we’ll have all day at the beach tomorrow. Clothing optional.” Tony waggled his eyebrows and dodged the headslap he’d seen coming.
He paused for a long moment, just watching Gibbs’ expression changing to grudging acceptance, and then wary happiness, the stress seeming to fall right away.
“Ya sure about this?” Gibbs asked, unable to hide his smile.
“No place—no one—I’d rather be with. And anyway, we have to top last year’s trip.”
Gibbs’ eyes darkened, his smile turning a bit naughty, a sudden edge of danger crackling the air between them. “Gonna hold you to that,” Gibbs replied, his voice low, rough, and sexy.
“Can’t wait,” Tony replied, knowing he was smirking.
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Birthday Trip (Bonus prompt for wintermute
Date: 2012-08-22 02:55 am (UTC)Sequel to Against Every Odd
http://taylorgibbs.livejournal.com/103748.html#cutid1
It’d been almost a year since they’d gone to the resort. The trip had been incredible—Tony hadn’t stopped getting hard when he thought about it yet.
And Gibbs…
He’d grin at Tony at odd times, sometimes when they were questioning a suspect, and that gleam in his eyes would tell Tony so much.
So damn much.
The dance and shot at the club had been only the beginning—they’d taken their entire vacation drinking in each other’s presence. And it’d been nice. They’d both felt as if it was a new start in their relationship.
Tony pulled in some favors with HR and organized a long weekend for them both. He’d booked the same resort they’d stayed at—all inclusive, just the way Tony liked it. Last thing he wanted to think about were mundane things like tips.
Getting the information had been damn near impossible. At some point, Gibbs’ personnel records had been locked down, and no amount of flirting could get Tony in. Finally, he’d resorted to Jack, and after sending him a bottle of Old Rip Van Winkle Reserve bourbon, Jack had handed over the information Tony needed.
Gibbs’ birthday.
It hadn’t surprised him that Gibbs had celebrated his birthday when they were away. The way Tony saw it, he’d given Gibbs a gift and vice versa. There may have been cake—eaten off body parts—one night, too.
Armed with the knowledge of Gibbs’ birthday—and his age—Tony’d managed to finagle four days off for them both. And while it wasn’t the longer vacation Gibbs had planned, Tony planned to pack every minute with good food, better company, and scorching sex.
The sex wouldn’t be the problem, but sometimes Gibbs could get kinda grumpy when he wasn’t in control. Though when they got there, Tony would hand over most of the control, but he would ensure Gibbs celebrated his birthday. And if Gibbs didn’t want to, Tony’d convince him it was celebrating life instead.
They had a lot to be thankful for.
In the last couple of years, both of them had grown closer to their fathers, and Tony had a good friendship with Jackson as well, though he had no idea that Gibbs and Tony were together. The team was a fairly cohesive unit after a lot of stress and strife, and Tony and Gibbs were doing great together.
Yeah, it was time to celebrate.
Alone, where nobody knew them, where they could be as wrapped up in each other as they dared.
“What’s this?” Gibbs asked as he walked in, the envelope Tony’d taped to the door in his hand.
“We’re going away.”
“Can’t.”
“Can so. I got us off for four days. Flight leaves tonight, we’ll have all day at the beach tomorrow. Clothing optional.” Tony waggled his eyebrows and dodged the headslap he’d seen coming.
He paused for a long moment, just watching Gibbs’ expression changing to grudging acceptance, and then wary happiness, the stress seeming to fall right away.
“Ya sure about this?” Gibbs asked, unable to hide his smile.
“No place—no one—I’d rather be with. And anyway, we have to top last year’s trip.”
Gibbs’ eyes darkened, his smile turning a bit naughty, a sudden edge of danger crackling the air between them. “Gonna hold you to that,” Gibbs replied, his voice low, rough, and sexy.
“Can’t wait,” Tony replied, knowing he was smirking.