A/N: Hey everybody... first posted fic. Fluff to begin with, rating is for later chapters. I write for myself and my own rabid fantasies. I'm not sure I like the way I've broken it up, so let me know what you think.

Warning: This story contains SLASH. Man-on-man, honest-to-god lovins'. If you don't like, go elswhere. Thanks.

Disclaimer: Don't own, just borrow for my own fun.

Thinks that's it... read and review if you feel so inclined, and enjoy!

Early morning. Or late night. Tony couldn't decide anymore. He had been in the office alone now, for hours on end, with no company but his own wandering mine. As his head nodded for what seemed to be the thousandth time, Tony pinched hi arm in a feeble attempt to stay awake.

"Memo to me," he muttered as he reassessed the folders littering his desk, "Don't procrastinate on paperwork."

The agent blinked and tried to keep his leaden lids open, tried to hold off the sleep that was slowly creeping his way. But, sure enough, Tony DiNozzo felt his eyes slide shut, and his head come to rest atop his dwindling stack of files and reports

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Tony was surprised to fine himself laying down, stretched out comfortably on something soft. He relished in the relaxation, and refused to open his eyes; no need to ruin a perfect moment like this. A sigh slipped past his lips.

Suddenly, he felt a weight on top of him. A warm gentle weight, settling over his entire body.

Somebody was lying on top of him.

Tony wasn't altogether sure that he didn't like it.

He kept his eyes shut, a smile touching the corners of his mouth as he hummed. The body on top of him hummed and thrummed in response. A deep, sensual growl.

A deep, sensual, masculine growl.

Freezing for a fraction of a second, Tony quickly drew a conclusion: there was a man. Lying on top of him.

WHAT?

He pondered over the new information, listening to the contented hums from on top of him. He hadn't even questioned the suspicious lack of softness of the offending body...

Well... not that the feeling was offensive. The agent let it go, relaxing once more. His breath hitched as strong hands ran up and down his sides, his stomach, stopping to rest shortly on his hips. He could feel the other's breathing now, not far from his own, warm and moist on his neck. He gasped as soft lips pressed gently against his jaw. For the first time, he moved in response, to clutch at the body above him. He slowly began to open his eyes...

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"DINOZZO."

The young man startled out of his dream, and very nearly out of his chair. No matter how many times he heard it, his boss's bark never ceased to spook him. Tony kept his eyes shut tight, bracing for the feel of a hand to the back of his head.

"Yeah, Boss?" he asked, and attempted to sound chipper.

Gibbs whisked over to his desk, passing over Tony without any physical contact. He rummaged around for a minute before turning on his heel and walking back in the direction he had come.

"With me. Now."

Tony grimaced, eyes still shut, and nodded.

"You got it, Boss."

He heard a pause in the footsteps. They began to come back in his direction. Tony braced himself once more.

The steps paused again, in front of his cluttered desk. He heard a muted "clunk" as something was set down on his papers. The footsteps retreated, and finally faded. Tony slowly opened one eye, peering at his desk.

First thing he noticed- his clock read that it was only 5:30 AM, and the office was still empty.

Second- Gibbs had left his coffee for him.

Tony smirked, shrugging at the bizarre situation, and reached for the coffee. Not like there hadn't be stranger happenings at NCIS.

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Five minutes later, Special Agent Tony DiNozzo found himself in the passenger seat of Gibbs' car, cup of nearly bearable coffee warming his hands as they pulled away from headquarters. He waited for some sort of explanation from his boss as to what they might be doing. When none was given, Tony turned his head, staring out at the scenery as it whipped past. He briefly entertained the notion of actually asking what they were up to... but quickly thought better of it.

He shifted his attention to the dream Gibbs had so rudely interrupted. He was more than a little disturbed at the ideas his tired brain had produced, but he was even more disturbed by his reaction. Do nothing? Let the other man feel him up?

Slut, squeaked part of his mind. Another, larger part of his mind bared its teeth and snarled. The squeaking part was silenced immediately.

But, really... who cares? His mind reasoned, Maybe this is why my luck with women is totally lacking. Maybe I should turn my charms on someone of my own gender.

Tony snorted laughter, shaking his head. Gibbs looked over, eyebrows raised, but chose to ignore the little outburst.

The younger man let his eyes slip shut yet again, and recalled the sensations, the feelings of the other man exploring the planes of his body. He remembered the touch of lips to his bristling skin, the humid breath warming his sensitive neck, the hands slipping up the fabric of his shirt...

The car stopped.

Tony cleared his throat, and opened his eyes.

"Sorry, Boss, I..." but when he looked up, Gibbs was already out of the vehicle.

"Plan on joining me, DiNozzo?"

Tony grimaced. "On it, Boss." He grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and climbed out of the car after the other agent.

He stopped when he saw the building in front of him.

Were they at Gibbs' house?

Tony looked for his boss, hoping for a little clarification, but Gibbs was already stepping through the front door. Confused, he hurried to catch him.