Title: Heat

Author: PsychoticScam

Rating: FRT

Summary: Tony's complaining.

Disclaimer: I don't own, I rent. No sueing me.

"Ow! Gibbs, that hurts!" Tony whimpered, arching his back. The heat was too much, and it was beginning to burn.

"Relax, it'll stop hurting in a moment." Gibbs, clearly annoyed, tried to reason, but Tony wasn't going to have none of that.

"Stop it! It's reeeeeeeally bad now! Ouch! See! Ooooh, Burns! Gibbs!"

"DiNozzo!"

"I can't help iiiiiiit! Okay, enough, stop there. No more. Just-- just stop, okay?" Deep breathing, followed by small whines and the occasional whimpers.

"Better?" Gibb's voice startles him, which causes him to jump, and...

"Ow! Gibbs! Don't make me do that! I think you made me make it worse! It's like Abby off Caf-Pow, or you on the day of your yearly Physical kind of pain." Whack. "Owie! Giiiiiibbs!"

"Jesus, if you're gunna complain that much," He trails off, and there's shifting, rustling of the sheets. Tony yelps.

"Wait, nooooo! Don't go! I'm fine, just, it hurts!"

"If you're fine, it wouldn't hurt, bonehead." Gibbs replies softly. Tony grumbles.

"It's your fault." More shifting, and Tony is whimpering under his breath again. Gibbs growls softly.

"And how is this my fault?" He grunts and then theres move movement. Again, Tony yelps, this time in surprise.

"Don't do that without telling me you're going to move, dammit! Ow! And that makes it worse, so stop stroking it! Ooooh!" He's nearly screaming now, and Gibbs stops, rearing back his last nerves and tying them down with all the others things threatening to burst from his mind.

"DiNozzo..."

"I know, I know! Just, stop making it burn! And do you really need that much, there?"

"Well, you want it to feel better?" There's silence, before mumbling.

"Well?" Tony gives an exaggerated sigh.

"Yes!"

"Then stop complaining." There's a soft, slicking sound, followed by an almost rubbing texture of a sound. Tony moans under his breath.

"It's cold..."

"That's the point."

"But, now it's warm."

"Again, the point."

"Now it hurts. Stop. Ow. Now." There's a sqeaking protest from the bed as Gibbs gets off it, and thumping of barefeet against the ground. Tony sat up, his brows furrowed.

"Where you going?"

"To call Ducky." Gibbs growls in reply. Tony's eyes widen.

"I'll be good!" Gibbs stops walking, and comes back, face to face with the now sitting man.

"DiNozzo, in all my life, I've never known a more complainy man than you. And to think," He gestures to Tony, "It's over a bloody sunburn!" He waves at the dull red of his lovers' back, and if he puts his hand close enough, he can feel the heat radiating. All because the man had refused to wear a shirt and sunscreen. The only blace that wasn't sunburned on his torso, was the rimmed outline of where the man's glasses had been. Tony whimpered, crawling across the bed and playing coy with his lover's jeans.

"I'll be good, just please, please make it stop hurting!"

"Well, I've been trying!" He grumbles, picking up the bottle of aloe vera gel, dumping a generous amount on his hands, before spreading it along Tony's back. The man sighs with bliss.

"I like this stuff much better than the other stuff..." He moans, and Gibbs smiles.

"Good, I'll be needing 'that stuff' later."

End

Author's Note: Trust me, that aloe vera gel feels reeeeeeal nice when you put it on sunburns as bad as Tony got there. It's based of a true story... if you call a very ridiculous life-story 'true'.