"DiNozzo!" Gibbs snapped as he strode in, smirking behind his coffee cup as he watched DiNozzo, McGee and Ziva all fall apart.
"Boss," DiNozzo replied, glancing across at Ziva, barely perceptible raise of one eyebrow; Ziva shaking her head in return.
"You're with me. McGee - with Abby. Ziva..."
Ziva looked up from the phone. "His phone records are being faxed over and I'm getting his bank details as we speak."
"That's more like it," he nodded to himself as he turned on his heel and strode back to the elevator. "DiNozzo!"
"On your six Boss," DiNozzo replied, scrambling after Gibbs, slipping through the elevator doors just as they were about to slide shut. "So, where..."
"Shut up," Gibbs sighed as he hit the stop button. He finished his coffee and bent to place it in the corner, lip curling in amusement at the curiosity-filled look DiNozzo shot him. "In fact," he continued, easing to his knees and unfastening Tony's pants. "I suggest you keep very quiet."
"I can do that, Boss." DiNozzo agreed, clenching his jaw, then biting down on his fist to stifle his moans, his head falling back against the wall as Gibbs' tongue teased the head of his cock, fingers curled around the base stroking him to erection. He moaned in appreciation, hips starting to buck forward, his breath coming in sharp pants as Gibbs continued working his cock. "Please," he murmured, whining when Gibbs pulled back, wiped his hand over his mouth and tucked DiNozzo back in his pants with a smirk.
Gibbs grabbed his empty coffee cup from the floor and started the elevator moving again. "Now, where were we?"
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Date: 2009-02-14 12:50 pm (UTC)"Boss," DiNozzo replied, glancing across at Ziva, barely perceptible raise of one eyebrow; Ziva shaking her head in return.
"You're with me. McGee - with Abby. Ziva..."
Ziva looked up from the phone. "His phone records are being faxed over and I'm getting his bank details as we speak."
"That's more like it," he nodded to himself as he turned on his heel and strode back to the elevator. "DiNozzo!"
"On your six Boss," DiNozzo replied, scrambling after Gibbs, slipping through the elevator doors just as they were about to slide shut. "So, where..."
"Shut up," Gibbs sighed as he hit the stop button. He finished his coffee and bent to place it in the corner, lip curling in amusement at the curiosity-filled look DiNozzo shot him. "In fact," he continued, easing to his knees and unfastening Tony's pants. "I suggest you keep very quiet."
"I can do that, Boss." DiNozzo agreed, clenching his jaw, then biting down on his fist to stifle his moans, his head falling back against the wall as Gibbs' tongue teased the head of his cock, fingers curled around the base stroking him to erection. He moaned in appreciation, hips starting to buck forward, his breath coming in sharp pants as Gibbs continued working his cock. "Please," he murmured, whining when Gibbs pulled back, wiped his hand over his mouth and tucked DiNozzo back in his pants with a smirk.
Gibbs grabbed his empty coffee cup from the floor and started the elevator moving again. "Now, where were we?"