They were curled up on the couch together watching some French film Tony had been anxious to see for weeks. Jethro had forced him to beg and pout for his company only as a matter of form. He would always relish time spent with his lover wrapped in his arms but it wouldn't do for Tony to know how complete was his power over his partner.
Gibbs suspected he had some idea though.
Tony watched with rapt attention, his lips occasionally moving has he read the subtitles. Jethro wasn't nearly as enthralled by the plot, but he surprised himself by how much spoken French he still understood. French had never rolled off his tongue, (the Tony in his brain snorted, "English never rolls off your tongue either"), but there was nothing lacking in his comprehension.
The living room was bathed in darkness, the flickering lights from the television casting shifting shadows over them. Jethro sat propped against the arm of the couch, Tony's back to his chest; perfect position to keep his arms wrapped around his waist and drop the occasional soft nuzzling kiss to the nape of his neck.
He must have zoned out longer than he realized, when he refocused on the screen the main characters were just getting to the hot and heavy part of a steamy love scene. Only a moment later he registered his lover fidgeting against him. Gibbs barely spared the screen another glance before deciding to take action.
"You rather watch them go at it on screen than enjoy the real thing?"
Tony looked back at him with a wide grin that still made his pulse race.
"Maybe I'm just greedy and I want both."
Jethro could only answer with a matching smile before taking Tony's lips in a deep kiss and tightening his arms around his lover. Tony laid his head against his shoulder and tilted his head up to accept the kisses, melting into the firm chest behind him.
They made out for the sheer pleasure of it, giving and taking, allowing their passion to build. In time they separated, wordlessly deciding to take their activities to the comfort of the bedroom. The movie had ended and as Jethro eagerly followed Tony up the stairs, he couldn't bother feeling bad that his lover knew just how whipped he was.