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Category: NCIS Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Angst ficlet. Rating: R at most Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo/OMC Series: Perhaps Spoilers: Eye Spy Summary: Tony's love handles need careful…handling Archive: Just tell me where it's going Additional stuff': Such a small part of an ep just needed its own ficlet. Set in my Moving Day universe so assume co-habitation. KISSING!!!
Title: Pinch an inch
Tony slept nude. Winter, Summer, it didn't matter. It suited Gibbs just fine, but it also meant there wasn't an inch of Tony he wasn't familiar with. Every freckle, scar, mole and tiny patch of discolored skin.
So it was a good thing he was so familiar with the body. Because apart from legs and arms, and the head from the chin up, the rest the body was now clothed in a t-shirt and soft flannel shorts, exposed as he pulled the bedclothes back.
Gibbs frowned. 'Are you sick?'
Tony scowled and turned away. 'I'm fat!'
Gibbs had to force himself not to laugh. Tony was not fat. Some parts of him were actually bony. Barely any flesh under the skin. 'Uh…this wouldn't have anything to do with you not eating your dinner. Or anything else all day?'
'I'm not hungry.' Tony huffed.
Gibbs sighed and turned Tony's resistant body over, ignoring the tension, until their eyes met. 'Point please to those parts of you which are fat.'
Tony's hand immediately moved to his belly. 'Well, here…'
Gibbs rested his hand on the smooth t-shirt, sliding it up, moving his head towards the exposed flesh, lips kissing it gently. Then he lifted his head and crooked an eyebrow. 'Anywhere…else?'
Tony squirmed at the touch and the tone. 'Uh…yeah…pretty much everywhere.'
Gibbs nodded understandingly and Tony's heart began to race, his cheeks flushing. He gulped as Gibbs' eyes and tone hardened. 'You're not fat. And if you skip dinner again, I'll make you sit and watch me work on the boat for a whole weekend.'
Tony shivered and whispered. 'Yes boss.'
Satisfied, Gibbs nodded curtly. 'I've made you a sandwich. Go.'
Grinning, Tony slid out of bed and headed downstairs. Sighing deeply, Gibbs shook his head, watching him go, wincing at the sound of Tony's frenzied footsteps on the staircase and smiling at the sounds which carried from the kitchen to the bedroom as Tony ate for the first time in hours.
End
Category: NCIS Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Angst ficlet. Rating: R at most Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo/OMC Series: Perhaps Spoilers: Eye Spy Summary: Tony's love handles need careful…handling Archive: Just tell me where it's going Additional stuff': Such a small part of an ep just needed its own ficlet. Set in my Moving Day universe so assume co-habitation. KISSING!!!
Title: Pinch an inch
Tony slept nude. Winter, Summer, it didn't matter. It suited Gibbs just fine, but it also meant there wasn't an inch of Tony he wasn't familiar with. Every freckle, scar, mole and tiny patch of discolored skin.
So it was a good thing he was so familiar with the body. Because apart from legs and arms, and the head from the chin up, the rest the body was now clothed in a t-shirt and soft flannel shorts, exposed as he pulled the bedclothes back.
Gibbs frowned. 'Are you sick?'
Tony scowled and turned away. 'I'm fat!'
Gibbs had to force himself not to laugh. Tony was not fat. Some parts of him were actually bony. Barely any flesh under the skin. 'Uh…this wouldn't have anything to do with you not eating your dinner. Or anything else all day?'
'I'm not hungry.' Tony huffed.
Gibbs sighed and turned Tony's resistant body over, ignoring the tension, until their eyes met. 'Point please to those parts of you which are fat.'
Tony's hand immediately moved to his belly. 'Well, here…'
Gibbs rested his hand on the smooth t-shirt, sliding it up, moving his head towards the exposed flesh, lips kissing it gently. Then he lifted his head and crooked an eyebrow. 'Anywhere…else?'
Tony squirmed at the touch and the tone. 'Uh…yeah…pretty much everywhere.'
Gibbs nodded understandingly and Tony's heart began to race, his cheeks flushing. He gulped as Gibbs' eyes and tone hardened. 'You're not fat. And if you skip dinner again, I'll make you sit and watch me work on the boat for a whole weekend.'
Tony shivered and whispered. 'Yes boss.'
Satisfied, Gibbs nodded curtly. 'I've made you a sandwich. Go.'
Grinning, Tony slid out of bed and headed downstairs. Sighing deeply, Gibbs shook his head, watching him go, wincing at the sound of Tony's frenzied footsteps on the staircase and smiling at the sounds which carried from the kitchen to the bedroom as Tony ate for the first time in hours.
End