Geek Sandwich
Chapter 1
'Would the silk lined handcuff be better than his standard issue ones, or would his tie work better than both?' Tony scrolled through the extensive catalog of BDSM gear and wondered if he should buy something or just work with what he had. It wasn't his first time with BDSM but it was always the women who had the gear and asked him if he would be into trying it out. He shut down his browser with a scowl and deleted the user history before opening up a random file. Just in time as Gibbs came walking by his desk with an irritated scowl and a large pile of paperwork. "Cupcakes DiNozzo? Trying to impress somebody?" Gibbs raised a sardonic eyebrow and sat down with a thump. "Quit slacking and get your work done." He said turning to his own monstrous pile with a growl.
'Cupcakes?' Tony looked at his screen and there was indeed a recipe for black forest cupcakes. "Hum." Tony could have sworn he opened up the Becker/Howe case. With a shrug he closed the window and click on the file marked 'Becker/Howe' again. 'Oh shit!' he thought in a panic. Closing the file in a frenetic rush. He clicked on another file of a case they had closed last week and sighed with relief when it displayed what it should. That was until the screen blinked and he was looking at a recipe for white chocolate cupcakes. 'Shit, shit, shit!' Tony looked over at Tim who was quickly packing up his bag and finishing up the last of his paper work. Perhaps feeling eyes on him McGee looked up. His eyes met Tony's and filled with suspicion. Tony winced internally. 'Oh he is going to be pissed.' Tony looked back at his desk and shuffled around his already completed work. He knew that Tim was meeting up with that FBI agent today and had been dreading it since the boy had been dragged into NCIS headquarters.
He could tell by the way the guy had stared at McGee that he liked him and he thought Tim might have realized it too. He could also tell that he wasn't aware of his feelings. It kind of helped that he had been following their e-mail correspondence. McGee's semi-flirtatious messages had given him hope that his own feelings for his self-conscious partner might be returned. But not if that Dr. Reid was monopolizing his attention. He didn't have anything against the guy personally but he was going to ruin Tony's chances if he keep in contact with McGee. Tony had to do something. Tony had, had his fair share of sexual encounters with men and Reid was pretty easy on the eyes so if he could just move Reid's attention from Tim to himself he might just end up with two new bed partners. Now he just had to find a way to get to Reid before McGee did.
"Tony are we still going to Henderson's for drinks tonight?" Ziva asked. "Um." Tony wasn't sure if he could get away with showing up at Henderson's without McGee realizing Tony was following him. "Oh and there is a large dancing muffin on your computer screen." Tony could have kissed her as she unknowingly solved his dilemma for him "Yeah, we're still on. I'm going to leave now. You?" Ziva tilted her head to the side. "'We are still on' what?" she said in confusion. "Never mind I'll meet you there." packing his bag and scrupulously watching McGee he waited until McGee was passing Gibbs' desk before saying. "Hey Probie, you're not done yet!" he turn the monitor to face McGee. His cheeky grin grew stiff in the face of Tim's anger. Tony licked his lips at McGee's flushed face. Shoving Tim's down into his chair he pointed at the dancing cupcake and leered. "Have fun McGeek."
Gibbs gave him a curious look as he sauntered out of the pen. He smirked without looking back and headed for the elevators then nerves hit him as soon as the elevator closed. He had no idea how to seduce a guy, all the male partners he'd been with had come on to him. Reid was cute though. Almost feminine really. Tony could do this, he knew he could. The air outside was brisk, it was only August but Tony could already smell snow on the air. Pulling his coat more firmly around himself he started at a light jog towards Henderson's Sports Bar. By the time he reach the door it was sprinkling. Pushing open the dented metal door he was met with a wall of warmth and the smell of stale tobacco, and old beer. A quick scan of the bar found his target, Spencer Reid, practically huddled in the farthest corner of the bar. Tony smirked watching the man shift in the uncomfortable plastic booth and anxiously monitor the door.
Reid fiddled nervously with his phone, then his wrist watch, and then his glass. He would take a small sip then push the glass away only to pull it back seconds later. Tony couldn't tell because of the noise but it looked like Reid's phone had gone off and the disappointed look that followed only confirmed his suspicions. 'Sorry Reid, you won't be seeing McGee tonight. Not if I can help it.' Tony took a seat at the main bar and ordered a beer sipping it slowly as he continued to watch the young agent fidget and shy away from everyone who spoke to him. "What is he drinking?" Tony asked the bartender. "Who? That one in the corner?" at Tony's nod he snorted. "He's been nursing the same glass of water since he got here an hour or so ago." Tony smirked and nodded his thanks. Halfway through his second beer Ziva arrived. They spoke for a bit until the bartender drew Ziva into a discussion about poisonous desert animals.
