Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Word Count: 370
Crossposted: gibbs_dinozzo; ncis_slash; ncisfanfic; gibbsbasement
Written For: A get well for hawk_soaring who said something that made me think of Shel Silverstein's poem Boa Constrictor.
Summary: He started at the toes and didn't stop.
Tony stretched out on the bed and then propped himself up on his elbows as he watched Gibbs watching him.
Well, what do you know? It's nibblin' my toe.
Gibbs broke the staring contest as he stalked toward the bed. Tony sucked in a sharp breath as Gibbs sucked one of his big toes into his mouth.
Oh, gee, It's up to my knee.
Next, Gibbs' mouth left a wet trail up Tony's leg. He paused for a moment around the thin scar that was the remnants of the football injury that led to Tony's alternate career choice. He placed a light kiss over it as if thanking it for its presence.
Oh my, It's up to my thigh.
Gibbs mouth continued on and Tony found himself trying not to squirm as it dipped into the inner part of his thigh. Tony fisted his hands in the sheets as Gibbs' snaked his tongue out to lick around his balls and up to the base of his cock.
Oh, fiddle, It's up to my middle.
Tony bucked his hips slightly as Gibbs dragged his mouth over his sensitive cock and up to the tip where pre-come was dripping out on to his stomach. The mouth moved off of his cock and lapped up the trails across Tony's toned stomach. His tongue dipped into Tony's navel once and Tony bit back a groan.
Oh, heck, It's up to my neck.
The relentless mouth continued its path up Tony's torso, lingering at the nipples that quickly hardened to steel like nubs. Several minutes of suction later, it moved on until it came to rest at the place where Tony's neck and shoulder met. Tony tilted his head to the side without thought and Gibbs' mouth bit down. Then a caressing tongue moved over the mark it had made to sooth the sting.
Oh, dread, It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff …
Tony started to let out a cry when he felt a hand grip his cock tightly and began to stroke, but he was stopped by the mouth that quickly moved to cover his own. The mouth sucked the moans from his lungs and replaced them with that agile tongue. Tony loved every bit of it.