Title: Faux-Pas
Summary: McGee discovers Tony's Mother of All Secrets and decides to make the most of it, with disastrous consequences (slash/McNozzo).
Categories: NCIS
Rating: M
Characters: Tony DiNozzo, Tim McGee, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Abby Sciuto, Ziva David, Dr Donald Mallard, Jimmy Palmer, OC.
Pairing: Tony/Tim.
Genres: Alternate universe/slash/hurt and comfort/romance.
Warnings: Swearing, violence, homophobia, hate crime, explicit sex.
Spoilers: Episode 2x23 Twilight, episode 3x10 Probie.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's note: This fic has ten chapters and an epilogue. It's complete and I'll try my best to post one chapter a week.
It has been bugging me for months and refused to leave me alone until I put it down to words. Thanks to the wonderful ThePeachyMonkey who agreed to co-author this fic with me, I finally managed to "bring it to life" and now I hope my brain will be more available to finish the next chapter of Providence.
Also a huge thank you to Rose Malmaison for creating the Art for this fic.
Chapter 1
Timothy McGee felt a little out of place as he sat in one of the lounge chairs at the crowded night club. The flashing lights were giving him a slight headache, and he could barely hear himself think over the loud music. This was really not his natural environment.
His friend Dan, who was probably the closest thing he had to a best friend, had unilaterally declared that they needed a night out to blow off some steam and Tim hadn't had the heart to argue. Not like he had much time for friends. After all, as they said "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy".
Tim had first met Dan at the computer store. Dan overheard Tim talking to one of the employees, and was able to deduce that he was very knowledgeable and capable when it came to computers. So they struck up a conversation, and Dan revealed that he was a musician, who made most of his music electronically. He'd been having some problems with his system and wondered if Tim might be able to help him out. Tim confessed that he wasn't musically inclined in the least, but he knew his way around computers and would see what he could do.
From there, their friendship developed into a comfortable brotherhood, the two men spending much of the free time they had together. Which, for Tim, wasn't very much.
Going to the "Stardust" was more Dan's idea, the music they played in line with his own stylings. Dan had also heard they made a mean mojito and Tim couldn't argue with that. His drink was refreshing and delicious, giving just the right amount of a mellow buzz.
Despite the presence of his friend, and the admittedly satisfying drink, Tim couldn't help but feel out of place. Everything was too bright, too colorful, too… exuberant. As Dan warned him before they entered, the place was an alternative club. A politically correct way to say that this was also a popular gay hangout. And last time he checked, neither he nor Dan were gay.
Tim had no problem being surrounded by gay men. He was comfortable enough in his own masculinity not to feel threatened. Besides, because he'd come with Dan, people probably assumed they were a couple which was certainly enough to prevent any unwanted solicitation. But still, he couldn't help feeling a bit out of his element.
Standing at the gallery overlooking the crowded dance floor, Tim warily observed the mass of gyrating bodies below. Even off the job, he couldn't help but to observe. He watched with a fascination as the flood of people undulated suggestively, in sync with the loud beating of the music.
His eyes landed on one familiar figure and he almost dropped his mojito. Tim blinked in disbelief. This was the last place where he would have expected to see Tony DiNozzo, but there was no doubt about it, as Tim watched the uncanny scene unfold before him.
Wearing tight jeans and a form fitting red t-shirt that left little to the imagination, Tony was sandwiched between two men who appeared to be much younger than him. The man in front was cupping Tony's cheek with one hand and claiming his lips roughly in a kiss, while the other hand slid down Tony's pants, taking full hold of his crotch. The man behind Tony was grinding his crotch into Tony's backside and sliding his hands up Tony's shirt over his chest.
The weirdest thing was that Tony didn't seem to object at all. In fact, he looked to enjoy the attention, as he and the two other men moved their bodies in sync, slithering against each other as one.
Tim felt a child-like glee wash over him. Tony DiNozzo: the so-called "womanizer extraordinaire", was secretly into men? And, from the looks of it, really into men! As Abby would have said, this was a hell of Mother of All Secrets. In fact, it was the Grandmother of All Secrets!
After years of Tony's teasing and taunting, making cracks about Tim's own sexuality, Tim finally had something on him! Taking his phone out of his pocket, McGee discreetly snapped a photo at just the right time. Tony's head was tossed back, eyes closed and mouth hanging open in ecstasy. Clearly enjoying the attention of the two younger men!
Tim felt as exhilarated as a kid on Christmas morning. Oh yes! Things were about to change, radically!
Just as Tim was putting his phone away, Dan walked up to him.
"What's up, Tim?"
"Uh...Nothing," Tim said distractedly. "Just thought I saw someone I knew."
"Did you?" Dan asked, whist casting an eye at the moving crowd below.
Tim shook his head and looked away. "Nope. Just a trick of the lights."
NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS
On Monday morning, Tim entered the bullpen feeling chipper and, armed with his new intel on Tony sex life, more than a little smug.
Striding to his desk with a coffee in his hand and a spring in his step, Tim looked over at Tony. The older man was hunched over his desk and groaning. He still wore his sunglasses, and his head seemed to only be staying up with the aid of his hands.
Ziva shared an amused glance with Tim.
"Tony, don't you think you're getting a little old to go out clubbing with girls who are far too young for you?" she asked rhetorically.
"Oh, don't underestimate him, Ziva," Tim said, smirking in Tony's direction. "Those two brunettes I saw him with were very hot!"
Tony's head jerked up from the steadying grip of his hands and he suddenly went very pale, but Tim was too excited about the leverage he had to notice.
"How did you know I was with two brunettes last weekend?" Tony asked nervously.
"I saw you," Tim said with fake innocence. "At the club. I didn't want to bother you, though. Looked like you were getting pretty cozy with those hot young things!"
Much to Tim's delight, Tony looked like he might faint from embarrassment. Squirming in his seat, he cast a nervous glance around, before taking a deep breath to steel himself.
He made his way over to Tim's desk and leaned into the younger agent personal space.
"What is it you want, exactly?" Tony asked under his breath.
Tim met Tony's eyes with a satisfied smirk. "World peace, an all-expenses paid trip to Comic Con, and a date with Emily Deschanel. But I'll settle for less chores at work, no more pranks, and no more McNicknames."
"Good luck with the first one," Tony said through gritted teeth, trying to maintain some control of the situation. "Gibbs is the one who assigns the chores. And as you like to remind me, I'm not Gibbs."
"Too bad," sighed Tim with a shrug. "By the way," he added nonchalantly, "I've got some photographic souvenirs of your wild night. Wanna see?" He pulled out his phone and discreetly showed Tony the picture he took.
At that, all of the blood seemed to drain from Tony's face, and he looked like he might throw up.
Just then, Gibbs entered the bullpen in typical fashion.
"Grab your gear! We got a dead marine!" he ordered, as he tossed Tim the keys. "McGee! Gas up the truck!"
Tim and Tony exchanged a look, before Tony eagerly fumbled to take the keys from Tim.
"I got this," Tony hurriedly offered, grabbing his backpack.
Gibbs stopped in his track and eyed his agents suspiciously. Something was off. Tony was never so accommodating to Tim. Sure, he wouldn't hesitate a second to throw himself between a bullet and any of his teammates. But there was no way he would ever be willing to do mundane tasks without whining and groaning. Not in his right mind.
As Tony rushed to the elevator, Gibbs followed, pulling him aside.
"Everything alright, DiNozzo?"
Tony nodded, seeming anxious. "Nothing I can't handle, boss," he assured, before practically scurrying into the elevator.
Under Gibbs watchful gaze, Tim had to contain his smug satisfaction. It seemed his little ploy was working even better than he expected it to.
To be continued
