Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Warnings: M/M Mentioned, nothing graphic
Pairings: Gibbs/DiNozzo, DiNozzo/Other(s) mentioned
Word Count: 6 x 100
Spoilers: Through 06x02 Agent Afloat
Challenge: ncis_drabble; Past Challenge #107 - Kiss
Crossposted: ncis_drabble; ncisfanfic; gibbs_dinozzo; gibbsbasement
Summary: Since the invention of the kiss there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.
Shelly Hawthorne. She was in second grade while he was in first. She had arrived at the party with her parents only to be forgotten in the midst of drinks and business deals. She had somehow found the little hole he used to observe all his parents’ parties when his presence wasn’t demanded for showing off a new song or language. After awhile, she pointed at his mother who was in a corner with some business associate of his father’s and said, “Let’s do what their doing.” Afterwards, her parents dragged her from the house and he couldn’t sit comfortably.
Dennis Hawthorne. He was Shelly’s twin brother and a senior. Dennis was captain of the football team and was dating not one, but two of the cheerleaders. All the guys looked up to him and all the girls wanted him. It wasn’t until they were pressed against a row of lockers after the final game of the season in semi-darkness that he learned that not just the girls wanted Dennis. He couldn’t breath as a demanding male tongue pressed into his mouth. All he could do was buck against the thigh between his legs and embarrass himself a minute later.
Amanda Reed. Lieutenant Commander Hamilton Voss. She (or was that he?) was a killer. No matter which way he looked at it, the kiss made him sick. It wasn’t the gender that made him sick. It was the fact that she had killed Pacci, a man he had been friends and co-workers with for over two years and he didn’t know it. He let Kate’s teasing about tonguing a guy wash over him, but remembering her was making him sick. He managed to wait until Kate and McGee had left for the day before he went to the bathroom stall.
Jeanne Benoit. She was an assignment from the Director. In his mind he kept repeating that over and over as he befriended her in the hospital’s cafeteria. He talked her into a date that morning, but it wasn’t until their third date that he felt butterflies firing machine guns in his stomach as he pressed his lips to hers. A little voice that sounded suspiciously like Gibbs was telling him to think about what the hell he was doing. However, he ignored it just like he ignored the phantom twinges from repeated non-existent smacks to the back of his head.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He was his boss. He was Obi-Wan to his Luke, Ricky to his Lucy, Ennis to his Jack. He could only manage a lame joke as he looked at the blue tinged lips he had wanted to touch for years. "Don't make me kiss you, Boss." He pressed his own cold lips to Gibbs’ for the first time and tried to breathe life into his still form. As time slipped by, he wanted to order the older man to live just like he was ordered to do in that isolation room at Bethesda. Gibbs could not die.
The second ‘b’ really stood for bastard because it wasn’t until he was back from a four-month stint at sea that he had a chance to replace that first kiss. Their second happened in the basement with a bit of sawdust and bourbon for flavor. His mind flashed back to that long ago moment against a locker as a thigh pressed between his legs and he groaned. Their lips parted and Gibbs flashed a rare smile and some words, “Not bad for a first kiss, DiNozzo.” He smiled back and responded, “Not our first kiss Boss, but you’re getting better.”