Tony couldn't stop grinning. After ten years of using it every day in the office, it never failed to surprise him what calling Gibbs 'Boss' in the bedroom did to the older man. The only thing that beat it was on the rare occasion he used 'Gunny' instead. Gibbs looked over to Tony; suspicious of the smile he was sporting. Before Gibbs had time to react, Tony reached out and hit the emergency switch on the elevator.
"Here's another interesting exception to Article 83," Tony said lightly, opening the Bro code with a flourish. "'You and co-worker get stuck in an elevator,'" Gibbs rolled his eyes a little.
"We're not stuck, DiNozzo."
"Ah, but the next exception is 'You hit the emergency button and get 'stuck' in the elevator with co-worker' – I'd say that covers our current situation." Gibbs smirked a little, turning towards Tony. He knew the younger man had a thing about the elevator. Backing Tony slowly into the corner of the small box, Gibbs took the Bro code from his hand and dropped it. The low growl that emanated from Gibbs' throat sent a thrill through Tony, which he didn't try to hide from his companion.
"That book is gonna get you in trouble, DiNozzo," Gibbs said with a feigned relaxed tone.
"That so?" was all Tony could manage; his voice failing him quickly when Gibbs' hands moved to the walls, effectively trapping him.
"You know how I feel about breaking the rules." Gibbs moved in closer; face brushing against Tony's as he whispered in the younger man's ear.
"Tech-technically," Tony stuttered, trying to regain his composure. "We don't date. It's not really breaking the rules; just… bending them." Gibbs could've sworn he heard disappointment in Tony's voice when he said they weren't dating, but he brushed it aside in favour of nuzzling into Tony's neck – an action which Tony seemed to approve of. Licking a slow stripe from Tony's now-exposed collarbone to behind his ear, Gibbs blew cold air across it and Tony's legs almost buckled beneath him. Gibbs smiled in satisfaction before moving his lips to Tony's ear again.
"We have to get to work," He said softly, but Tony's brain didn't process the words. He was too focussed on the hot breath and low tones and just Gibbs in general. With a short, endearing chuckle, Gibbs pulled away.
"Work, DiNozzo," He repeated. "We can finish this later." Tony shook his head, trying to refocus his brain. Adjusting his shirt collar to its original position and picking up his book, Tony gave Gibbs a quick nod and, with his smug little smirk still in place, Gibbs hit the switch and got them moving again.