A/N: Thanks for the feedback on chapter one. I am having so much fun writing this. Tibbs + DJ just gets me right in the happy little family feels every time. I meant to have this chapter posted by Halloween, but better late than never, right? Enjoy! There will be one (maybe two) more chapters, as we head toward Thanksgiving. Stay tuned ...
It's time for the big Halloween Party and some trick or treating! The haunted house "Frankenstein Room" is a flashback to one I remember from grade school (1st grade, I think) many, MANY years ago. Again, I am drawing on fond memories of my son at DJ's age, including a pretty little blonde girl named Ashley who had a crush on him in kindergarten. Every morning she'd wait for him, link their arms, and skip him into the school. It was THE most adorable thing. LOL!
Disclaimer: The usual - I don't own any recognizable characters or places. I am making no money from this work of fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Warning: This chapter gets a bit steamy in the middle, so if you are under 18 or or not into that kind of thing, please skip the middle part.
Again no beta, so please forgive any silly mistakes.
Abby stuck around after outfitting DJ to help Tony frost and decorate the cupcakes. Yellow buttercream frosting, white, orange and black sprinkles, candy corns, decorative little sugar bats, and tiny candy pumpkins were the finishing touches.
While Tony and Abby worked their assembly line in the kitchen, DJ helped Gibbs clean out the pumpkins so they could be turned into proper jack-o'-lanterns.
"You really gotta get in there and pull all of that stuff out," Gibbs instructed.
DJ was hesitant at first, but after ripping out the first handful of seeds and cold, gooey "pumpkin guts", he declared pumpkin gutting to be "kinda gross, but awesome." Tony decided to roast a sheet of pumpkin seeds for people to nibble on at the party.
When she finished in the kitchen, Abby set to work decorating the front porch. She had arrived with her car full of decorations and strings of little bat and pumpkin lights. Tony and Gibbs hadn't planned on going all out since they would be taking DJ out trick or treating and wouldn't be home to answer the door, but Abby insisted and even offered to hand out candy for them. Gibbs wondered how much Abby's services were going to cost him.
"Abs, let's just deal with this party thing tonight, then we can worry about trick or treaters tomorrow, okay?" Gibbs requested as he cut the top off of Tony's giant pumpkin.
He didn't want to put a damper on her enthusiasm since Halloween was her favorite holiday, just beating out Christmas, but if left unchecked she could easily get carried away. Abby smiled sweetly at Gibbs and nodded, then returned to turning the front porch into the showcase Halloween house on the block. When she was finished, Tony came out to inspect her work.
"Wow, nice job! Thanks, Abby."
He then opened the front door and called out to Gibbs.
"Hey Jethro, you gotta come out here and see this! I think we're gonna need to get a lot more candy. We're gonna attract every kid within five miles."
He turned his attention back to Abby, who looked awfully proud of herself.
"So, what do we owe you for all of this?" Tony asked as he inspected the spider web covered screen door.
"Tony! Nothing. How could you even ask me that? I love doing this stuff, you know that. Other than my lab, I really don't get to decorate anymore. It's not really Ryan's thing. He's not real big on Halloween. Oh, I should warn you; you may be in for a bit of surprise when you get to work on Monday. I kind of went nuts in the bullpen. Hope you don't mind," she said. "Oh, and I'll come back tomorrow to get DJ back into his makeup and costume for trick or treating."
She beamed at Tony, who pulled her into a hug. Gibbs joined them on the porch and shook his head as he took it all in. A half-scale coffin leaned against the house next to the front door, a couple of animatronic vampires and a Frankenstein would greet trick or treaters, a witch stirring a "steaming" cauldron cackled, brooms, stuffed black cats, and the strings of lights were placed strategically to create an impressive tableau.
Gibbs toasted Abby with a tumbler of scotch.
"That's good work, Abs," he said before bestowing a fatherly kiss on her cheek.
The DiNozzo-Gibbs family showed up at the rec center half an hour early to set up a table for Tony's treats. Loaded down with boxes of cupcakes, they were directed to a folding table already covered with a bright orange table cloth. While Tony set out the cupcakes and a Tupperware container of baked pumpkin seeds, Gibbs and DJ set off to explore.
The gymnasium had been transformed into a mystical haunted land. The lights had been lowered and colored gels were placed over them helped to create an eerie ambiance. Crepe paper bats hung from the basketball rims. Decorative ghosts, skeletons, vampires, witches, goblins, and other creatures dotted the landscape, and white fluffy spider webs were draped over anything that would stand still. Of course, no kids' party was complete without an inflatable bounce house; the one rented for his event looked like a haunted castle. Tony and Gibbs were both grateful to have been excused from the decorating committee.
One corner of the gym was cordoned off for a makeshift tented haunted house. Gibbs scored it a -2 on the scary scale, but it was for little kids. Parents lead their kids through the short course laid out through a series of rooms as spooks and specters jumped out in a chorus of "Boos!" and cackling laughs. Fun house mirrors in one room turned screams into laughter. A haunted sounds CD provided the requisite soundtrack.
Before entering the final room, willing kids donned blindfolds and were lead through the tactile experience of the "Frankenstein Room". Stringy cobwebs tickled tender cheeks as they passed through the entrance. A small bowl of peeled grapes was set out to represent eyeballs. Next to it sat a plate of cold, thinly sliced ham as skin. Finally, a big bowl full of cooked spaghetti noodles was either supposed to be brains or guts, Gibbs wasn't quite sure which. By the off gray color, he surmised it was supposed to be brains. Always curious, DJ explored and tested everything. He giggled as classmates squealed and screamed. His demeanor changed as soon as he plunged his hand into the big bowl of spaghetti.
"Ewww," he declared after slowly pulling up a fistful of cold noodles.
The rest of the gym was decorated like a creepy graveyard, compliments of the drama department of the local high school and a slew of volunteers. It looked a little too real for a few kids who had to be assured that there weren't really any dead people buried beneath the fake-grass and dead leaf covered gym floor. Raffle tickets were sold at the door and cash donations were taken to raise money for the drama department's upcoming holiday productions.
Several costumed high school volunteers set up board games and helped the kids in attendance decorate pumpkins with paints, colored glues and glitter. There were other assorted holiday themed arts and crafts to keep the kids entertained. Refreshment tables festooned with black and orange balloons and crepe paper streamers were set up around the perimeter of the room.
A hundred or so squealing kids fueled by sugar was enough to test anyone's patience, and Gibbs was pretty sure he was going to go crazy if they didn't stop playing "Monster Mash" in a loud continuous loop. Tony put an end to Gibbs' grumbling by threatening to shove a cupcake in his mouth. Gibbs whispered that he had a better idea regarding shoving something in his mouth. Tony grinned at the flirty innuendo.
Tony's cupcakes were a big hit. A couple of moms in attendance attempted to show their appreciation for all of his hard work, but they had trouble getting past Gibbs. Women flirting with Tony was something Gibbs had learned to live with from pretty much Tony's first day at NCIS.
To make sure there was something for everyone, Tony had baked one batch each of pumpkin, lemon poppy seed, apple spice, and vanilla. To be on the safe side, he baked two batches of double chocolate cupcakes.
"Hey, take it easy on those things," Tony warned as DJ picked up two cupcakes, one chocolate and one vanilla.
Thankfully it wasn't a school night. Excitement over the party mixed with an overabundance of sugar, and DJ was bound to be bouncing off the walls late into the night.
DJ cocked his head and looked at Tony like he was crazy.
"Not both for me. I'm gonna give one to my friend," DJ scolded.
Tony and Gibbs exchanged questioning looks and shrugs, until they saw a pretty little blonde princess sashaying toward them. They watched as DJ's classmate, Ashley Tinsdale, decked out in full princess regalia, complete with a sparkling rhinestone tiara, sidled up to DJ's side. DJ grinned at her; she smiled and batted her eyelashes back at him.
"Daddies, this is my friend. Her name is Ashley," DJ introduced. Turning his attention to Ashley, he offered her the vanilla cupcake. He had picked it out special for her because it was one with extra sprinkles.
Tony bowed and said, "It's nice to meet you Princess Ashley." Gibbs snorted, but smiled and said hello.
Ashley curtsied and replied, "Hi!"
While Tony manned his cupcake stand, Gibbs kept an eye out for DJ. He suddenly felt like a chaperone at the senior prom. There would be no sneaking behind the bleachers or any kind of shenanigans on his watch. They may only be four going on five, but he picked up on DJ and Ashley's mutual crushes pretty quick. If DJ was anything like Tony, he'd be breaking hearts all over the school playground.
"Quite the little ladies' man, isn't he?" Tony whispered proudly when Gibbs returned to help him box up the two dozen or so leftover cupcakes as the party wound down. No doubt they would end up in the breakroom at work on Monday.
Gibbs shook his head watching them strolling through the spooky cemetery arm in arm. Take away the frosting and cupcake crumbs smeared on their cheeks and chins, and the his and hers strawberry Kool-Aid mustaches, Gibbs had to admit they were pretty damn cute together.
"Yeah, well, he takes after you."
Gibbs pointed to a uptight looking couple across the room, who were also taking an interest in the young couple.
"Uh, they don't look too happy," he muttered.
Tony nodded.
"Yeah, that would be Princess Ashley's parents. Don and Liz Tinsdale. He's a DC lawyer and lobbyist. And she's, well, actually I don't know what she does. I think she was a realtor for a while," Tony replied with a shrug.
By the time Gibbs pulled the Durango to a stop in the driveway, Count DJ was snoring in the backseat. As wound up as he'd been at the party, one thing was certain; when DJ crashed he crashed hard. He was dead weight as Gibbs carried him into the house and up the stairs. Tony followed and secured the house.
Working in tandem, they managed to rouse DJ enough to get him into his jammies. Tony managed to wipe some of the heavy makeup from his face with a warm soapy washcloth then Gibbs supervised DJ's half-asleep attempt at brushing his teeth. It was better than nothing.
Fearing DJ would trudge the 20 feet to his room in super slo-mo or fall asleep and face plant in the hallway, Gibbs picked him up and deposited him in his bed. DJ was out like a light as soon as his little head hit the pillow, but that didn't stop his daddies from bestowing good night kisses on his forehead.
"I'm beat," Tony said around a yawn as he retreated and pulled the door to DJ's room closed.
He turned to see Gibbs crooking his finger and smirking at him from outside their bedroom door.
"Uh oh," Tony muttered. He knew that look; it was possessive and predatory. He slowly crept down the hall toward his fate. Gibbs eyes followed his every step. His green eyes went wide as the blue of Gibbs' had been taken over by blown pupils turning them almost black. Tony swallowed hard.
"Jethro," Tony whimpered when he reached the door, preemptively begging for mercy.
"Tone," Gibbs answered in a dangerously low register.
"Oh God!" Tony thought. The use of his rarely employed nickname, in his sexy voice, meant that Gibbs - Jet - had plans for him. It was going to be a long night.
Gibbs turned the knob and pushed the door open on its creaky hinges. It was an unspoken order that was not to be disobeyed. He leaned against the door jamb and waited.
Tony slowly entered and stood on the rug in the middle of the room. He closed his eyes and remained stock still as Gibbs turned on a small bedside lamp then circled him. Tony could feel Gibbs' eyes on him during the impromptu inspection. He didn't dare move.
Without warning, Gibbs stopped behind Tony and pulled him back crushing their bodies together and grinding his arousal against Tony's ass. Tony wasn't sure, but he may have squeaked. He gasped when a strong hand with nimble fingers popped the button on his jeans and oh so slowly lowered the zipper.
"Uh huh, thought so," Gibbs crooned in his ear at the discovery that Tony, as he typically did on weekends, had gone commando.
Tony's head fell back onto Gibbs' shoulder as his partially erect cock was grasped and gently stroked until it was fully erect.
Honoring his earlier flirtation, Gibbs rounded Tony and tugged his jeans down until they were in a pool at his feet. Tony looked down at Gibbs and nodded his consent knowing that his world was about to be rocked.
Gibbs dropped to his knees and licked his lips before swiping his tongue up the underside of Tony's length. He began to hum as he took Tony's throbbing cock into his mouth and began sucking. Gibbs took him deeper and deeper down his throat until his nose was tickled by a nest of dark curly pubic hairs.
Tony's legs began to shake as he fought like hell not to come. He knew this was the preamble to so much more.
With as much grace as his arthritic knees would allow, Gibbs rose and kissed Tony soundly.
"Just needed a little taste," he mumbled against Tony's parted lips. "Now, lay down and don't move."
Tony peeled off his shirt and did as instructed. He smiled at Gibbs who loomed over him and offered up his hands. His trust in Gibbs would never be doubted or questioned.
Gibbs grinned back and opened his nightstand drawer. He pulled out a pair of soft leather cuffs linked together with a short chain and affixed them to Tony's wrists. Gibbs then retrieved a silk scarf and secured Tony's bound hands to a rung on the headboard above his head.
Tony watched as Gibbs stripped down and climbed onto the bed. He settled in between Tony's parted legs and resumed worshipping his cock.
"Jet … I," Tony panted. His senses were on overload.
Gibbs heeded Tony's warning and pulled back, bestowing a kiss to the tip of Tony's leaking cock. He straddled Tony's hips and gently thrust two fingers into his mouth.
"Get 'em good and wet for me," Gibbs ordered.
Tony obliged by swirling his tongue around the digits covering them with saliva. When they were withdrawn, Tony expected Gibbs to replace the fingers with his cock, but instead Gibbs reached behind himself and slowly inserted them into his own ass. Tony groaned. This was not how things played out.
Tony was prepared to take on the role of bound submissive leaving Gibbs to play with his mind and body before being taken into oblivion. Gibbs knew every single hot spot and could keep him tingling and on edge for hours. It was always exquisite, loving torture. Tony would be a puddle of wonton need when Gibbs was done with him. The cuffs would be removed and any marks would be lavished with kisses. Then, the dynamic would shift. Tony would be ordered onto his hand and knees to be taken with wild abandon. This was never a time for slow and sweet. The initial tenderness morphing into being fucked hard and fast was always a heady mix.
"God, you know what that does to me watching you like this," Tony drawled. His dick twitched and danced in anticipation.
After a few minutes watching Gibbs open himself, Tony began humming in appreciation. Gibbs produced a tube of lube from the nightstand and drizzled it over Tony's cock. He then seated himself, taking in Tony's full length in one motion.
"Oh shit!" Tony cried out as Gibbs began rising and lowering himself at an agonizingly slow pace. "Jesus, Jet, you feel so good."
Before long, Tony began bucking his hips up to spur him on. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with moans of pleasure. Both men were covered in a sheen of sweat. Gibbs could swear that in the throes of passion Tony literally glowed.
"Give it to me, Jet. Give it to me now," Tony moaned, and was rewarded with Gibbs' warm cum splattering across his chest.
Gibbs climbed off and knelt at Tony's side, and finished him off with his hand. As much as he loved the feel of Tony climaxing inside of him, he loved witnessing his hedonistic husband writhe and come undone at the height of pleasure from his ministrations even more. Tony's eyes rolled back in his head. He arched his back and rewarded Gibbs with his essence.
Gibbs looked up from the morning paper and shook his head at the pitiful sight of DJ shuffling into the dining room at 0800 for breakfast. He had eyeliner smudged all over his face along with several patches of heavy white makeup and a faded Kool-Aid mustache. His fuzzy slippers were on the wrong feet and the tie from his flannel robe was missing. He was also sporting a serious case of bed head; his chestnut locks were sticking up all over the place. Gibbs snorted thinking his son looked like a demented drag queen after a long night.
"Morning Deej," Gibbs greeted over the top of his reading glasses.
"Mornin' Daddy," DJ replied around a yawn as he plopped down into a chair. "M'hungry."
"Drink your juice. Daddy's fixing your breakfast."
"Morning, buddy!" Tony chirped a few minutes later as he placed a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toaster waffles down in front of DJ. "You want some milk?"
With a mouthful of scrambled eggs, DJ replied, "Sure Dad."
Tony returned with half a glass of milk for DJ and the Mr. Coffee carafe to top of Gibbs' coffee. Gibbs set down the newspaper he had been skimming and got up to fetch his and Tony's plates. The three Gibbs men dug in and enjoyed a hearty breakfast as they made plans for the day.
Gibbs was going to sweep out the garage after going to the office to oversee a raid on a suspected ISIS cell outside Mosul.
Tony had a full day of laundry planned. Having football on TV took his mind off of folding towels and matching up socks.
DJ had a date.
Ashley's mom would be picking him up for a trip to the park with Ashley and a small group of their classmates. After lunch and a nap, it would be time to get ready for trick or treating.
"Is Auntie Abby coming over later for trick or treating?" DJ asked as he stuffed a forkful of waffles in his mouth.
"Chew," Tony scolded.
Gibbs nodded. "That's the plan. She said she'd come over and help you get ready."
"You want Abby to take you trick or treating after dinner, or me and Dad?" Tony asked.
DJ shrugged. "I dunno. You guys gonna get dressed up?"
Tony looked at Gibbs, who mirrored DJ's shrug.
"Gee, I hadn't really thought about it. Jethro?"
Gibbs shot Tony an incredulous look.
"I'll take that as a no," Tony grumbled in response.
DJ offered, "You could just put on your gold badge thingies and guns and go as FBI guys."
Tony laughed at his own kid dismissing NCIS in favor of the Feebs. He wondered if there was some regulation against sporting their credentials and weapons as a costume. He'd ask Director Gibbs for clarification later.
"We'll think about it, but first we need to get you cleaned up. Finish your breakfast then it's bath time. You want me or Dad to help you?" Tony asked as he began to clear the table.
Gibbs regretted leaving DJ unattended while he hastily grabbed some clothes for him to change into after his bath. He returned to the bathroom to find the tub barely half full of water but overflowing with bubbles.
"DJ! What did you do, dump the whole bottle in there?" Gibbs asked. He quickly shut the water off to give the mountain of bubbles a few minutes to dissipate.
"Sorry Daddy," DJ replied. "I just wanted to get extra clean."
Gibbs couldn't argue with that logic and chuckled.
"It's okay, bud. Get your jammies off while I deal with this."
Gibbs rinsed arm loads of bubbles down the drain in the sink until the level in the tub was manageable. With the bubbles under control and the water temperature just right, DJ climbed in, grabbed a washcloth, and started scrubbing.
Tony watched from the doorway as Gibbs and DJ sang a duet of "The Wheels on the Bus".
"Hey Boss! Hey Director!" Ryan called out as he stepped into the entryway with two pizza boxes in his hands and Abby on his heels.
Gibbs relieved Ryan of the pizzas and offered him a beer.
"Hey Gibbs, hey Tony! Where's my little buddy? I better get to work on him," Abby greeted as she placed her makeup kit on the coffee table.
"Dinner first," Tony called out from the dining room.
"Uncle Ryan, Aunt Abby," DJ cried out as he bounded down the stairs and jumped into Abby's open arms. He high-fived Ryan.
It was a perfect evening for trick or treating, warm and lit by a waxing gibbous moon. Tony and Gibbs, sans costumes, stayed in the shadows on the sidewalk with other parents as DJ went door to door with a pack of neighborhood kids. They left the house just after sundown leaving Abby and Ryan sitting on the front porch with a big bowl of mini Snickers and Baby Ruth bars.
Somehow Abby, dressed as a goth version of Glenda the Good Witch, had convinced Ryan to dress up.
"Just this once, please? Come on Ry, it's for the kids," she protested.
Ryan relented and allowed Abby to dress him up as a mad scientist. Decked out in one of her lab coats with a pocket protector full of pens, a white wig and moustache, and black-framed glasses he looked like a tall version Albert Einstein.
After an hour and a half, DJ's plastic pumpkin was full and heavy, and he was ready to go home. His feet were starting to hurt and he was getting tired of saying "trick or treat". They had traveled several blocks keeping to the safe familiar streets of their neighborhood.
"Oh my gosh! Look how much candy you got," Abby declared when DJ sat down next to her on the front steps.
"You want some?" DJ offered.
"Sure. You pick out something for me," she replied. DJ handed her a little packet of peanut M&Ms.
"My favorite! Thank you." Abby kissed his cheek.
DJ rifled through his stash and pulled out a box of Gobstoppers.
"Here," he said as he presented them to Ryan.