Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Warnings: Male/Male Sex
Spoilers: Post - 07x10 Faith
Word Count: 500
Series: The Twelve Days of Christmas
Summary: On the fifth day of Christmas, five dead marines caused an interruption.
Tony walked up the stairs, careful to avoid the one step that creaked. He passed the closed door to the guest room and briefly considering peeking inside. He ignored the temptation and instead pressed on to his original destination.
Standing in front of Gibbs' bedroom door, he mentally fortified himself and opened the door. The sight that greeted him was one he wouldn't soon forget.
Gibbs was spread out on top of his sheets in nothing but his birthday suit. Tony let his eyes trail from the top of Gibbs' silver-covered head down pass the hardened nipples that one hand was playing with. He lingered for a moment before going further south to see the other hand wrapped around a hard cock; Gibbs' hard cock.
Tony licked his lips unconsciously as he thought of replacing Gibbs' hand with his mouth. He continued to watch as Gibbs gave his dick slow strokes, letting his thumb trail over the pre-come gathered at the tip.
"Boss," the ragged word slipped from Tony's mouth before his brain checked in with him.
When Gibbs' eyes snapped opened and locked on to his own, Tony expected the worse. What he didn't expect was the sharp intake of breath from Gibbs as he tightened the hand on his cock.
"Tony?" Gibbs' voice caressed Tony's body just by sound alone.
They continued to stare at each other, carrying on an entire conversation without the use of words. They didn't need any.
"Get your ass over here," finally broke the conversation and Tony didn't hesitate.
He stripped as he made his way to the bed, tripping as he pulled his last sock off. Gibbs' strong arms caught him and pulled down on the firm mattress.
Tony lost his breath as Gibbs cupped his face and kissed him for the first time. It was heavenly. They only broke for breath and then their hands started to roam each other's bodies.
Gibbs was finding each of Tony's hot spots without error. And Tony was fairly certain he had discovered most of Gibbs'. Gibbs seemed fascinated with Tony's nipples and Tony was content to let Gibbs play with his body. Tony squirmed as Gibbs trailed his tongue and teeth over the sensitive nubs, bordering on rough at times. Tony found he loved it and figured that Gibbs did too.
"Can't wait," Gibbs finally said breathlessly into his shoulder as he grasped both of their cocks together. The friction was intense and Tony found himself on the edge of his orgasm.
"Just a few more strokes, Boss," he huffed out. "God, Gibbs. Jethro. Right there. Just a little faster. Yeah! Just like that. Fuck!"
Tony could tell Gibbs was close and he bucked his hips into the warm, calloused hand.
"Come on, Boss. Make me come."
"Tony… God, Tony…"
"Tony," Gibbs' voice was missing that edge of desperation. "We've got five dead Marines. Get movin'."
Tony groaned as he rolled off the air mattress, keeping his back to Gibbs.
"Give me five, Boss."
Note: I got the title for #5 from justjeanette's filk The Twelve Cases Worked