Author's Notes: Written for tibbs_yuletide Day 13
Warnings: Slash; Sex
Characters / Pairings: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Genre / Category: Slash; Angst
Word Count: 1,000
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Summary: He wanted the warmth back, not this cold, harsh environment that left him confused and numb.
It was cold. The kind of cold that leaves you with the knowledge that hypothermia is setting in. The kind of cold you can't get rid of with a warm blanket, a cup of hot chocolate or sex with the right person. The kind of cold you can't escape.
But escape was worth a try, so he let his eyes fall shut.
Originally, he said no. But Tony was nothing if not persistent, especially when it came to Gibbs. So after one week of verbal begging, he moved to physical begging.
They were in the middle of the fifth surprise blowjob within 48 hours when Gibbs shouted out, "Yes!"
Once he was done and his lips were licked clean, Tony asked for clarification on that 'yes' and Gibbs just gave him a quirked smile and a nod. Tony was ready to give a repeat performance as a thank you.
Instead, he planted a sloppy kiss on Gibbs' lips and huffed out a hearty, "Thanks, Jethro."
Two weeks later, they were looking around the secluded beach property Tony rented and Jethro was nodding in satisfaction.
"Told you, you wouldn't regret saying yes. Should have given in sooner."
"Who says I gave in, Tony? Maybe I just liked your begging."
"You-" Tony was at a loss with what to say. "I would withhold sex as a punishment, but that means punishment for me too. But I will think of something. Drastic, Gibbs. Drastic."
"How about you think about getting out of those clothes and we check out the pool? You wanted me to relax, so relax me."
"On it, Boss."
And thus began two weeks of blissful peace.
His eyes snapped open. There wasn't any change. The cold still penetrated everything and the beach property was just a distant memory. Or was that a distant dream? He didn't know anymore.
"Gotta stay awake," he mumbled through chattering teeth. "Gotta..."
His eyes drifted shut once more.
Tony opened his eyes to see Gibbs looking down at him.
"How long was I out?" he asked as he glanced down at the book lying across his stomach. "And why didn't you move this? My tan won't look right."
"You're in the shade, Tony. And only an hour. Figured it was my turn in the hammock."
Without another word, Gibbs pushed down on one end of the hammock to rotate it around with Tony still stretched out lazily in its cocoon.
"Boss!" was shouted just before the thud sounded of Tony hitting the green grass below.
"This means war, you know," Tony mumbled as he watched Gibbs get settled in his place.
Tony could be patient when he wanted to be and this was one of those times. Once he was sure Gibbs was sleeping based upon his long study of the man during the nights when he couldn't sleep, Tony began his approach.
Climbing in the hammock with Gibbs was tricky, but he managed to keep the sway just right so it didn't flip them both. Gibbs blinked up at him just as he let his body sink down on top of the other man.
"Hey, Jethro," Tony said as he pressed a chaste kiss to Gibbs' lips. "Thought there might be room for two of us in this thing."
Gibbs just smiled and thrust his hips into Tony, causing both men to moan with anticipation.
"Just gotta be car-" the words transformed into a long moan as Tony's right nipple was pinched by Gibbs' talented fingers.
Tony threw his head back as Gibbs’ hands left his chest and migrated south along his body. The fingers were replaced with a tongue lapping away the tingling that lingered. Then Gibbs was grasping Tony's hips and pulling their bodies close together.
Tony felt his hard cock line up against Gibbs' and relished in the friction between the two. It was just right. He brought his forehead down towards Gibbs' and drew the man into a deep kiss as they rubbed against each other.
As their movements increased in speed, the hammock began swaying back and forth. They were so close to their climax that neither man heard the snapping of the cords as the hammock went plummeting to the ground.
"GAH!" The shout died on his chapped lips as he realized he wasn't falling. There was no green grass below him. There was no warm body to explore. There was just the cold. The mind numbing cold surrounding everything.
He blinked his eyes sluggishly. Everything was the same. He'd lost count after the two-hour mark. That was when he stopped moving around and had sat on the frozen ice surrounding him. He told himself it wasn't giving up. Giving up was not an option.
"Think you can fix it?" Tony asked languidly as he rolled over in the grass to look at Gibbs. "Might not get my deposit back otherwise."
"Your fault you didn't read the weight capacity. It was just fine until you climbed on board," Gibbs bounced back with a smile that Tony loved to see on the other man's face.
"Are you calling me fat? Does this look fat?" Tony made a sweeping gesture down his nude frame.
Gibbs gave him a fully body look before reaching over and running a hand from Tony's hip up to his cheek. "Definitely not fat and I'll fix it later. There's a bed we haven't tried yet."
And Tony laughed as Gibbs manhandled him into the house.
He heard voices. Just snippets of partial conversations. There were flashes of lights, movement and more voices. Through it all he stayed silent. He wanted the warmth back, not this cold, harsh environment that left him confused and numb.
"Between zero and ten below."
"Got the dirt bag. If anything happens I'll-"
"Hey. You're gonna be alright. You got that?"
And with that question, he finally found the strength to speak.
"Rather have the dream, Jethro."