Title: Scratch My Itch
Pairing: None
Rating: T
Genre: Gen
Cat: Friendship, Humor
Spoilers: Tag to 13x6 Viral.
Warnings: None.
Summary: McGee decides to take pity on Tony and offers his services after Tony's encounter with a certain 3-leaved plant.
Author's Note: Written for K9Lasko for the Nepal auction on NFA! She hadn't given me a specific prompt, but said I could do some McNozzo if I wanted & maybe something as a tag to this episode. It's not very slashy, but it's still fun. Enjoy.
"You couldn't have asked someone else to do this?"
"Like who? I trust you, Probie."
McGee snorted. "As kind of you as it is to say that, it just feels odd that you would want me, your male partner, to slather you in calamine lotion." Even as he said the words, he squirted a stream of the pink lotion on Tony's bare back, smirking when Tony shivered at the sensation.
"Yeah, well, you've been here, you get it," Tony said, his voice muffled as he shoved his face into the pillow under his head.
"And I managed to put the lotion on myself," McGee said, snapping on some latex gloves before smoothing the lotion across the expanse of Tony's back, Tony now letting out little sighs of pleasure. McGee shook his head. "How did you manage to get it on your back, anyway?"
"I had an itch," he mumbled.
McGee raised an eyebrow, lifting his hands from Tony's back. "Tony, where all did you want me to put lotion?" he asked, his tone wary.
"Everywhere," Tony mumbled. He sounded like he was falling asleep. McGee slapped him on the shoulder, causing his head to jerk up, and he turned it to give McGee a sleepy glare. "What was that for?"
McGee just gave him a dirty look. "I am not touching . . . that."
Tony gave him a leisurely smile. "Never said I was infected there, but funny you should think that. Maybe because a certain Probie once made that mistake?"
McGee continued to glare at him. "I hate you," he said after another moment, then began to peel his gloves off. "I'm done here."
"No, McGee, don't leave!" Tony's voice was now perilously close to a whine, though McGee knew he'd deny it if asked. "I won't make you touch my naughty parts. . ."
"Bet that's the first time you've ever said that to someone," McGee muttered, and it was Tony's turn to glare.
"I would have thought you'd be enjoying this, Mr. I Love Poison Ivy So Much I Got A Rash Twice." McGee's eyebrow lifted at the name and Tony shrugged. "Name needs some work." He put on his best pouty face. "Please?"
McGee rolled his eyes. "Okay, since you begged."
Tony shoved his face back into his pillow, mumbling, "I did not beg."
McGee just laughed, turning his attention back to Tony's pink back and drawing a smiley face in the lotion with one fingertip. Tony was right. He was enjoying this.
THE END!