Tee Hee! Oh the possibilities! Clueless Gibbs and frustrated Tony.

"Thanks for the lift, Boss," Tony said even though he made no move to get out of the car. "Garage said it could be as long as next week since they had to order a part. I would have taken the rental, but my insurance wouldn't cover the cost. Just because a guy has one car stolen and totaled and then another one blown up in the line of duty shouldn't have them trying to rob me blind, but what can I do? I really need to-"

"It's okay, DiNozzo," Gibbs finally snapped, stopping the flow of words. "I'll pick you up at 0700 unless we get case."

"Okay," Tony said quietly. "Hey, you want some coffee? Got this new blend that I think you'll like."

Gibbs grunted an affirmative that had Tony elated. Gibbs rarely came to his apartment. Tony usually had to go to him and that was getting him nowhere. So now, maybe he could get somewhere on his own turf. That Gibbs was coming up was perfect.

Once inside, Tony kicked his shoes off and stowed his gear. He mentally cheered when Gibbs followed suit.

"Make yourself at home," he called out as he went to the kitchen to start the pot. Although he wanted something more than coffee, he figured it could help smooth the way to his goal.

Making up his mind for a path forward, Tony headed for his bedroom. "Got the coffee going, Boss, be ready in a few minutes." Gibbs just grunted and Tony smiled as he put in plan into motion.

When Tony finally walked over to the couch with Gibbs' steaming cup of coffee, he knew the man would finally get the hint. "Here yah go, Jethro," he said in his best bedroom voice.

To his shock, Gibbs just took the coffee and didn't even bat an eyelash at his use of Jethro instead of Gibbs or Boss. Gathering his resolve to stick to his plan, Tony sat next to Gibbs on the couch, letting their thighs brush against each other. He draped one arm on along the back of the couch behind Gibbs and propped the leg furthest from Gibbs out on the coffee table, leaving his legs open.

Much to his consternation, Gibbs wasn't even looking at him. The man seemed focused on something inside that damn coffee. Tony wanted Gibbs to look at him. After all, he'd returned to the room in his silk briefs that hugged him just right and his white dress shirt only buttoned at the bottom, leaving his chest exposed for anything the other man wanted to do to it.

"Like the coffee?" he questioned, trying to draw focus away. But instead Gibbs just propped his own legs up and let his eyes close with a sigh.

"Good stuff, DiNozzo," he said and Tony knew that it wasn't his stuff the man was referring to.

Logically, Tony knew that being jealous of coffee was irrational, but he'd already had that internal debate about the boat and lost. Maybe drastic times called for drastic measures. Wincing in anticipation of what he knew was about to hurt, Tony let the cup in his own hand slip from his fingers and spill the coffee down his body.

When Tony let out a cry, Gibbs finally looked over at him with wide eyes.

"Damn it, DiNozzo!" the man shouted. However, Tony didn't focus on the words, because Gibbs' hands were finally on his body. Even the pain of the hot coffee disappeared into a rush of sexual buildup.

"All you had to do was ask," Gibbs was saying. Then Tony's breath stopped as the man leaned over and licked a stripe up his exposed chest and stopped in front of his mouth.

"Like I said, good stuff," and then Gibbs' hand reach down and squeezed Tony's cock making him moan. "Shouldn't let it go to waste."

:)

Gibbs does blunt well.

The best of both world for Gibbs... Coffee Flavored Tony! :)