Thirteen Signs
aka Thirteen Signs Your Boyfriend is Perfect For You
by rose malmaison
Genre: slash, established relationship
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: M
Warnings: sex, language, violence, threats of punishment (spanking)
Spoilers: up to Season 10 though probably nothing specific
Words: 1400
Beta: None
NOTE: This is a WIP and as I begin it I have no idea where it's going or when I'll continue it. You can offer suggestions as to what chapter 2's story might entail if you like.
A/N: This fic is based upon one of those women's magazine lists. You know the type of list: Ten Top Diet Foods with Pizzazz, 5 Things You Should Never Do With Your Hair, etc. I edited a list I found at Cosmo so it would relate to Tony and Gibbs (DiNozzo/Gibbs) – or any slash couple.
Thirteen Signs Your Boyfriend Is Perfect For You
1. Being around him is always fun, no matter what the situation is.
2. He knows about your issues and your past but he loves you anyway.
3. He's always there for you.
4. He knows all your friends and even likes most of them.
5. He encourages you to try new things and expand your horizons.
6. He makes you feel like the most beautiful person in the world, even when you feel like crap.
7. He never picks up coffee without asking if you want him to grab you something too.
8. He keeps pictures of you in his wallet and blushes when you find out.
9. He remembers details about your friends and cares enough to ask about them.
10. He cares about your physical needs.
11. He understands that you need to take time for yourself.
12. He totally supports your dreams and goals.
13. He's always excited to see you.
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1. Being around him is always fun, no matter what the situation is.
*** –***
Tony was hunkered down behind a huge fallen tree right next to Gibbs. He had no sooner opened his mouth to ask Gibbs a question when there was a shot and a bullet thunked into the wood a few inches from his head, showering pulverized bark and crap all over his head. Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Tony brushed bits out of his hair. "Isn't he going to make a move? We've been out here for an hour already and my ass is starting to freeze."
Tony turned and rose to his knees. He aimed carefully and took a shot, hitting a branch right over the spot where their murder suspect, Master Chief Petty Officer Harold Detroit, had gone to ground. The heavy branch made a sharp cracking sound and fell to the ground. Tony laughed with glee when he heard a muffled shout.
A second later the petty officer fired at them, once again hitting the tree trunk close to where Tony was crouching in preparation of taking another shot.
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs grabbed Tony by the jacket and pulled him down and out of harm's way. "You do that again and I'll make sure you get plenty of feeling in that ass of yours," he threatened. "I'll warm it up right quick with the flat of my hand."
Tony stayed down, eyes on his boss. "Oooh, does this mean that from now on you're going to be slapping my rear end instead of my head at work? Because, Boss, people will start to talk."
"Yeah, well, if it feels like a slap when I spank that butt of yours, DiNozzo, then I must not be doing it hard enough. I could upgrade to a paddle," Gibbs said with a growl.
"No, that's okay Boss, it hurts plenty when you spank me," Tony assured him, smiling at the memory of the last time Jethro had given him twenty strikes as punishment for talking back. Of course that was in the privacy of their own home. "It's a good hurt though," he added as he reached into the pocket of his field jacket and located a spare magazine. He quickly and efficiently reloaded his Sig and asked, "How many magazines you got left?"
Gibbs was on his stomach peering through a gap between the tree's limbs, his Sig braced against a steady limb. Every now and then, he would take a shot, keeping their murder suspect pinned down. So far the man, who was taking cover forty yards away, had kept out of sight, otherwise Gibbs would have taken him out by now. Without taking his eyes off the target, he said, "Got two left."
Tony surveyed the gray sky, which was quickly turning a darker shade of gray, along with the promise of a chilly fall night. "Let's hope that'll be enough. I mean, the way he's dug in and the fact our phones don't work out here in boonie-land means we're gonna spend all night taking pot shots at each other. Or else he's going to sneak up on us under cover of darkness and slit our throats, and our friends will never find our bodies because all our tasty bits will be eaten by hungry bears. That is, unless we come up with a plan real soon, like maybe I should go out there and give him a moving target and when he pops up you can take him out?"
Gibbs turned his head to glare at Tony before going back to his sniper stance. "You finished?"
"Uh, not really. See–"
"It's not gonna happen."
"You mean the being eaten by bears bit or the thing about us coming up with a plan to draw him out?"
"You as a target!"
Gibbs seemed seriously annoyed at the suggestion, but Tony was perfectly willing to risk his life by acting as a carnival game target if Gibbs asked him to, because he really wanted to survive this shootout so they could spend the night warm in their comfy, warm bed. Time for a new plan. "Okay, how about we both charge and you zig to the left and I zag the right and–"
"Nope. Won't be necessary."
"Why not?"
In reply, Gibbs pulled the trigger of his gun, and immediately they heard a sharp cry from the direction of their quarry's foxhole. Tony stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it around. "Ooow! Geez, you could have warned me, Boss," he complained.
Gibbs snorted. "You needed a warning?"
"Well, yeah–" Tony said.
"Tough luck."
Suddenly, Gibbs threw him to the ground, his mouth meeting Tony's, his cold nose ramming into Tony's cheek, and his hot tongue probing into his mouth, so demanding and so fucking hot that Tony almost forgot where they were. Before he could do much more than moan and angle his head in order to get more of Gibbs's inquisitive tongue, Gibbs pulled back, smirking.
"I don't give warnings."
Tony, his eyes wide, breathing at the sudden kiss and the just-as-sudden retreat, managed to say, "I'll have to remember that." Gibbs was still draped on top of him, his weight pressing Tony into the hard and unforgiving ground, his knee grinding against Tony's groin. His voice high and wheezing, Tony struggled to say, "Your knee…"
"You don't like my knee right there?" Gibbs grinned and shifted his knee back and forth against Tony's burgeoning erection.
"Oh, Jesus, yes, yes…love it, Boss, but…shouldn't we be checking whether our guy is alive or not?"
"He's dead," Gibbs said confidently. Just the same, he rose to his feet and held out his hand to help Tony up, warning, "Stay low."
Tony accepted Gibbs's help and, once he was standing, brushed the leaves off his clothing. "Thought you got him."
"Never assume," Gibbs retorted, then made his way cautiously through the woods with Tony following at his six.
Sure enough, their suspect was dead, a neat hole in his forehead. The back of his head was gone and he lay in a large pool of blood. Tony asked, "Damn, why'd he have to put up such a fight?"
"Because he killed three people and what are a couple more?"
Tony sighed as he secured the petty officer's weapon. "This mean we're going to be out here all night?"
Gibbs grunted and said, "We have to find a cellphone signal to call it in. You mean you don't want to stay here with the body?"
"Alone in these woods at night? It's almost dark." Tony looked around, half expecting to see wild animals circling them.
Gibbs chuckled and wrapped an arm around Tony's shoulders, pulling him close for a hug. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving you out here on your own, DiNozzo. With any luck, you'd get lost and I'd end up spending my entire free weekend searching for you."
"Whew! I knew you wouldn't leave me here alone, Boss. So does this mean we can hike back to the car, call it in, and have a make-out session in the back seat until the emergency response van arrives?" Tony asked eagerly. "Might as well have some fun, right?"
"You think this is fun?"
"Uh, dead guy? No. Us being together in the woods? Definitely. Why, don't you?"
Gibbs faced Tony and kissed him possessively, his hands gripping Tony's ass with rough fingers. Tony groaned and gave himself up to the sensation of Gibbs grinding against him. As always, he was immediately aroused by the way his lover took control as if it were his right. Actually, Tony had given him that right a long time ago, and certainly neither of them were complaining.
They broke apart reluctantly, panting and grinning at each other like idiots. Tony asked, "So are we having fun yet?"
Gibbs laughed. "Oh yeah. C'mon, it's getting dark." He broke a small branch and pointed it at the location of the body and then said, "This way." As they walked through the ever-darkening woods, he took Tony's hand and gave it a squeeze.
Tony met his eyes. "Love you, Boss."
Gibbs grinned. "Oh, I can see that, Tony."
*** –*** end *** –***