kelly_girl | Stories, westerns and...well that's it basically

I got some great responses from my CSI supernatural fic. I have many urgings to write more in that universe and I'm trying to decide what to put in the next part. Do I want to include the CSI finale or have the story set sometime before then? Should Sam Braun show up again? Should Warrick find out about Greg, Nick and Grissom? Hmm, so many possibilites.

Jae Kayelle wrote a yummy Mal/Simon fic based on a sentence I gave her. Mmm, Mal/Simon still makes me smile.

Watched some western the other day because George Eads was in it. Oh guh, George in cowboy gear, with the...the...chaps on which just outline certain body parts and rowr. So hot, and stubble, lots of stubble. And horse riding. George on a horse is a thing a beauty. He looked older in the movie and by the end he was kinda evil so Tom Selleck had to handle him. The next movie that caem on had Mark Harmon in it but I decided to watch something else. Later someone on my f-list said he was all smarmy and evil in it. Mmm, evil Mark Harmon. I remember watching the Ted Bundy movie because he played Ted Bundy. That's a different type of evil and not sexy at all. Good movie from what I remember though.

Tenthmuse1 sent me the first part of the JAG crossover featuring the folks from NCIS. Gibbs and Tony look different but not that different. Love Gibbs going againt AJ and Harm. And love Gibbs calling Tony 'Loverboy.' The slash is so upfront and bold.

Wrote a little NCIS ficlet cause Tony love Jethro and it should be written about a lot. Anyone have a suggestion for a title, feel free to leave it in comments.

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Tony loves when Jethro kisses him. The kisses are sometimes rough and sloppy, like the ex-marine can’t wait to taste him. Other times, Jethro moves syrup slow, exploring every inch of Tony’s lips before he delves inside and devours Tony’s mouth like he has days to spend on that body part alone. Tony doesn’t have to admit that kisses, done right, make him melt. Jethro discovered that all on his own. The smile on his face and the way he laughed as he eased in and out of Tony’s body had made Tony blush. He’s easy and he doesn’t care if Jethro knows it.

Tony loves Jethro’s hands. The way they touch him, testing different parts of his body, memorizing what makes him squirm and beg for more. Even the lightening fast slaps to his head mean Jethro is giving him attention, attention Tony needs like oxygen. Tony is fascinated by the way Jethro wraps his fingers around Tony’s cock, like it’s his to play with, like he owns it. They’re both speechless when Jethro’s hands grip Tony’s hips and pull him onto Jethro’s cock.

One night he accidentally discovered that if he licks Jethro’s fingers slowly, one by one, Jethro’s face gets red and his breathing speeds up. Tony likes to tease his way down past lean muscles and hard bony angles and suck Jethro like he’s an ice cream cone and it’s one hundred degrees outside.

He can’t figure out how three different women left Gibbs. He’s thankful they did, because he gets this quiet man with a coffee addiction and a weird obsession with the boat in his basement.

The focus and determination Gibbs brings to his job, he brings to bed. The first time Tony hit the sheets with him, Jethro had touched every single inch of his body, fucked him into the surprisingly comfortable mattress, and then did it all over again. Tony thought he’d died and gone to heaven. No one had ever paid so much attention to him, and by the end of the night, he was addicted.

Tony knows Gibbs can be a scary, grumpy, bastard but it’s what allows him to be the best at his job. On the clock or off, Gibbs is demanding, non-apologetic and takes no prisoners. Tony can follow that while on the job and he’s come to crave it late at night when Jethro’s inside him, teasing him until Tony’s ready to promise him his soul. Afterwards when Jethro’s asleep, one hand on Tony’s chest or stomach or hip, Tony wonders if this is love. He doesn’t think it is, but he knows he’s not going to bring it up. Gibbs will only look at him over the rim of his coffee cup and say, “You coming down with a cold, DiNozzo?”

Some days Gibbs treats him like he’s expendable and after two years, Tony has learned to take it in stride. It helps that he knows Gibbs is just waiting to get him home where he’ll strip him and inspect every new bruise and bump. They’ll fuck without words, Jethro’s hands hungry on his body. On these occasions Tony falls asleep with Jethro’s hand running through his hair. If it has been a really bad day he’ll hear an almost silent sigh from Jethro and the whispered words, “You worry me.” He doesn’t say anything because there is nothing to be said and their situation is not going to change.

The End.