Title: A Pressing Question
Word Count: ~1250
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo, Established Relationship
Rating: mild R for innuendo
Warnings and/or Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: Written for the DiNozzo Thing-a-Thon prompt: “Who's your favorite superhero?” Takes place in the SNAFU!sex Series, but no SNAFU!sex actually takes place. There is, though, references to the previous two stories, Unexpected Is One Word For It, and Why Gibbs Should Lock His Door. This is just a fun little scene between Gibbs and Tony.
Summary: Tony is curious, and Gibbs is exasperated.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the lint in my pockets and a bookcase full of psychology and crime books.




“So, Gibbs...”

Gibbs glanced up from his boat, one eyebrow arching almost imperceptibly. He turned his attention back to the boat and blew a puff of sawdust off a wooden beam. “Tony.”

“I was wondering...”

“No, you can't plug in your idiot plasma down here.”

Tony scowled at him. “That wasn't what I was going to ask.” He glanced around the room and frowned. “Not like there's anyplace to plug it in to-”

“What do you want, Tony?”

Tony looked up at him innocently. “I don't want anything, Gibbs!”

Gibbs paused in his sanding and slowly turned his head to look at Tony, who just stared back at him with wide eyes. Gibbs snorted indelicately and turned back to his boat. Tony grinned wide.

“Well, I don't want anything now.”

Gibbs glanced at him. “You sound like my ex-wives.”

“You've got to stop with the references to me being a woman, Gibbs.” Tony planted his hands on his hips.

“My ex-wives did that too.”

Tony's hands dropped, and his face darkened. “You're really damaging my manhood here, Gibbs.”

He snorted again. “I am not, quit whining.”

Tony stared at him for a moment, and then the grin returned. “You're trying to distract me.” He waggled a finger in Gibbs' direction. “Sneaky, Gibbs, very sneaky.”

Gibbs only snorted again and moved to another beam.

“So, I was wondering...” Tony bit his tongue between his teeth, and he grinned wider. “Who's your favorite superhero?”

Gibbs stopped entirely, and he looked at Tony incredulously. “What?”

“Superhero, Gibbs!” Tony extended his arms out in front of him and gave a little leap. “Your favorite superhero!”

Gibbs gave Tony his patented you've got to be shitting me look, and growled, “Don't have one.”

“Oh, come on Gibbs!” Tony dropped his arms and moved closer to the boat. He leaned up against one beam, ignoring Gibbs' dark glance at him. “You've got to have a favorite superhero.”

“I don't.”

“Let me guess: Superman. He came out around your era, anyway.”

“My era?”

Tony blinked, and then his eyes darted around. “Uh, not that I'm implying that you're old, Gibbs, cause, uh, you're not,” Tony pointedly glanced down at Gibbs' crotch. “Definitely not old, and-”

“Tony.”

“Right, sorry boss, I was babbling.” Tony looked thoughtful. “Anyway, Superman was created in the late 1930s... and I know that you're not that old-”

“Such high praise, Tony.” Gibbs said dryly as he smoothed one hand over the beam he was currently working on.

Tony continued. “And I don't think you'd be into the whole 'man of steel,' 'faster than a speeding bullet' schtick.” Tony glanced at him. “Batman, then. I could totally see you as a Batman fan.”

“Tony, I hate gadgets.”

“Ah, but Batman's gadgets stray into science-fiction - nothing you'd ever see in real life.” Tony smirked. “Anyone would be curious about them, even you. Especially you as a kid.”

“And how do you know how I was like as a kid, DiNozzo?”

Tony shrugged one shoulder. “I keep in touch with Jack.”

“Christ.” Gibbs' hand tightened on the sanding block.

“And he just happened to tell me about the stash of Batman comics under your bed.”

Gibbs stared at the opposite wall, and then turned exasperated eyes on Tony. “Then why the hell did you have to ask?”

Tony shrugged the other shoulder. “I wanted to see if you would tell me.”

Gibbs blinked slowly at him.

Tony's eyes shifted to the side. “What?”

“You're an idiot.”

“I was only trying to-”

“Tony.”

“But Gibbs-”

Tony.”

Tony fell silent, and moved away from the boat so he could shift from foot to foot. Then he opened his mouth again. “Personally, I like Spiderman. The whole 'a radioactive spider bit me!' is so science fiction-y, and yet so cool, and I really liked that they made the web actually come out of his wrists in the movie, and not out of some gizmo-thing that he made, which is really perverted, now that I think about it, because he's got goopy white stuff shooting out of his wrists, and-”

Gibbs was suddenly in front of him and forcibly kissing him, and Tony moaned, his hands clutching at Gibbs' NIS t-shirt. Tony's mind was in a whirl when Gibbs pulled away a little, sharply nipping at his bottom lip. Gibbs pulled back fully and grunted, narrowing his eyes at him. Tony waved away the fog in his brain, and then he grinned brightly.

“Was wondering how much longer it would take for you to shut me up, boss.” He winked jauntily.

Gibbs shook his head a little, and then smacked him on the back of the head. Tony winced dramatically, but there was still a small smile on his lips. Gibbs returned to his boat and resumed his sanding. Comfortable silence descended on the basement, interrupted only by the soft rasping of the sanding block moving over the wooden beam. Then Tony started fidgeting again.

“Did you ever see Batman Begins? Great movie, but I prefer Burton's 1989 version with Michael Keaton, who, by the way, played a better Batman, and-”

“Haven't seen either of them.”

Tony huffed. “Of course you haven't.” He paused, and then said slowly, “You know, Spiderman could totally kick Batman's-”

“Do you want this block shoved up your ass, Tony?”

“I'd rather have something else shoved up my ass, Gibbs.” Tony raised his eyebrows suggestively. His eyes took on a predatory glint. “Want to do it against the boat?”

Gibbs' eyes had darkened in lust, but at Tony's question, he laughed. “I don't want to have to take you to Ducky for nasty splinters, DiNozzo.”

Tony grimaced. “Ah, never thought about that.” He looked down, then looked up at Gibbs through his eyelashes. “How's about more hallway sex, then?”

Gibbs ducked his head and grinned. He looked back up at Tony, his head tilting. “Thought you would have learned from last time, Tony.”

“If you would just lock your door, then it wouldn't be a problem.”

“It's locked now.”

Tony's eyes lit up. “Really?”

Gibbs nodded, his mouth quirking.

“No crazy ex-wives going to show up and pound on your door?”

“I'll shoot them if they do.”

“Subtle, Gibbs.”

“It works for me.”

Tony sauntered up to Gibbs and slid his arms around his neck. “Want to role play?” He nipped at his jaw. “I can be the Robin to your Batman.”

Gibbs carelessly tossed the sanding block on the table behind him, and he started moving them towards the stairs.

“Remember, Tony,” Gibbs licked a path up Tony's neck. “No making out on the stairs.”

Tony pulled away a little, then grinned. “Won't make that mistake again.” He pulled back completely, grabbed Gibbs' hand, and tugged him up the basement stairs.
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