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dusty ([info]dustandroses) wrote in [info]dustyrydersrecs,
@ 2005-10-29 18:49:00

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Current mood: bored
Current music:Lost - Meat Puppets
Entry tags:angst, author: skripka, dinozzo, fandom: ncis, first time, gibbs, gibbs/dinozzo, nc17, slash

NCIS


Fandom: NCIS
Title: Living With It
Author: Skripka  ([info]skripka)
Genre: Slash, Angst, First Time
Pairing/Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Twilight and Dead Man Talking

Notes:
Gibbs grabs Tony and they start driving.  Tony's not sure what's going on, but he knows he needs to be there for Gibbs.  Set after Twilight as everyone at the office tries to deal with the consequences, and find a way to get Ari.   A short piece, but intense, and I liked it a lot.  Besides, it's got clothed frottage - one of my favorite kinks. 


Excerpt:



Tony's car was parked in the garage. He got in, and put his head down on the steering wheel. Damn. Damn, damn, damn, fuck, damn. He hated this. Hated the impotent feeling of not getting any closer to revenge. Hated the feeling of wanting revenge, too. God, he was turning into Gibbs.

As if the thought conjured the man, Tony jumped at the knock on his window. He turned the ignition, and rolled down the window. "Boss?"

Gibbs face was in shadow--Tony could only gauge his mood by the sound of his breathing, which was even and mostly normal. "You got your kit?"

Tony nodded. "Yeah." Gibbs grunted; Tony thought he heard approval.

"Switch places. I'm driving."

There was no question about it, it was an order, and Tony jumped to obey. He opened the door and got out. As he jogged to the passenger seat, Gibbs tossed his own kit in the back.

The two of them buckled in near unison. "Got a lead, Boss?" Gibbs didn't answer, just peeled out of the garage. Tony gripped the oh-shit-handle and tried to hide his wince.

Gibbs took one of his usual, twisty routes to the beltway. The traffic was typical for a Friday in DC, but that never deterred the man. Tony just hung on stoically. No point in making a fuss now--he was committed to whatever insanity had gripped Gibbs.


I rate this fic: Pretty Damn Good




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