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Title: When Life Returns
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kaylashay81
Character(s): Tony DiNozzo; Leroy Jethro Gibbs
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Genre(s): Humor; Slash
Rating: FR18
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ncis_flashfic Returning
Word Count: 312
Author Note/Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Summary: Sex is like air. It's only a big deal if you can't get any.
Crossposted:ncisfanfic; ncis_fic; gibbs_dinozzo; ncis_slash
Fifteen days, nine hours, seven minutes, fifty seconds and counting.
Tony wanted nothing more than to stop counting, but his mind could not find a distraction from the obvious. He, Anthony DiNozzo, had been sex free for over two weeks. And that meant that not only had he not found himself in bed with the right partner, but he hadn't enjoyed any solo endeavors as well.
He tapped his fingers in a rhythm against the side of the metal bulk of the cargo plane he was currently trapped within. He never would have thought that a dead cat found in the Navy Yard could lead to his current state of celibacy. But it did.
Of course, when said dead cat turned out to have several pounds of drugs inside it and a computer chip containing a drug bust wet dream, well, certain measures had to be taken.
However, being sent on a goose chase across three continents and two oceans was not his idea of a wet dream. Especially when that chase kept him in close quarters with so many others that he didn't have time to breath, let alone think about jerking off to a random fantasy until he could have the real thing again.
Life just wasn’t fair.
Suddenly, his head jerked forward. He bit off his what the hell response when he realized it was Gibbs.
"We landed five minutes ago, DiNozzo. You want to stay? Heard the next flight out is headed for McMurdo."
"Not a chance in hell, Boss," Tony responded as he sprung to his feet, his earlier melancholy forgotten as he felt life returning to his nether regions. "You got plans for the night?"
Gibbs just grunted and Tony took that as sign for good things to come.
Fifteen days, nine hours, fifty-eight minutes, ten seconds and…
"Oh God! Right there, Boss… Right… I'm- Coming!"
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Author:
kaylashay81Character(s): Tony DiNozzo; Leroy Jethro Gibbs
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Genre(s): Humor; Slash
Rating: FR18
Challenge:
ncis_flashfic ReturningWord Count: 312
Author Note/Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Summary: Sex is like air. It's only a big deal if you can't get any.
Crossposted:
ncisfanfic; ncis_fic; gibbs_dinozzo; ncis_slashFifteen days, nine hours, seven minutes, fifty seconds and counting.
Tony wanted nothing more than to stop counting, but his mind could not find a distraction from the obvious. He, Anthony DiNozzo, had been sex free for over two weeks. And that meant that not only had he not found himself in bed with the right partner, but he hadn't enjoyed any solo endeavors as well.
He tapped his fingers in a rhythm against the side of the metal bulk of the cargo plane he was currently trapped within. He never would have thought that a dead cat found in the Navy Yard could lead to his current state of celibacy. But it did.
Of course, when said dead cat turned out to have several pounds of drugs inside it and a computer chip containing a drug bust wet dream, well, certain measures had to be taken.
However, being sent on a goose chase across three continents and two oceans was not his idea of a wet dream. Especially when that chase kept him in close quarters with so many others that he didn't have time to breath, let alone think about jerking off to a random fantasy until he could have the real thing again.
Life just wasn’t fair.
Suddenly, his head jerked forward. He bit off his what the hell response when he realized it was Gibbs.
"We landed five minutes ago, DiNozzo. You want to stay? Heard the next flight out is headed for McMurdo."
"Not a chance in hell, Boss," Tony responded as he sprung to his feet, his earlier melancholy forgotten as he felt life returning to his nether regions. "You got plans for the night?"
Gibbs just grunted and Tony took that as sign for good things to come.
Fifteen days, nine hours, fifty-eight minutes, ten seconds and…
"Oh God! Right there, Boss… Right… I'm- Coming!"
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I was waiting for the inevitable jokes that earned more headslaps about how they spent all this time apart thanks to some drug-stuffed...well.
Nicely done!
I heard myself howling.... GREAT comment!
Loved it.
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Such a typical Tony thing to do, counting the damn seconds of his dry spell...*g* Good thing Gibbs is coming to the rescue! LOL!
Happiness.
Thank you.
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