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crack_van2007-11-28 06:16 pm
dustandroses.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2007-11-28 06:16 pm
Close Enough by Sori, NC17
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo
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sori1773 Author Website: Slash by Sori
Why this must be read:
Sori is another author who's only written a few NCIS fic, but I'm happy about the ones I've found. I kept telling myself that I was going to rec Sori's Upon Waking, and stick to the pure and simple PWPs. But in the end I chose a story that lets a bit of a plot sneak in...what can I say - I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Don't get me wrong - there's plenty of sex, but poor Tony's worries over exactly what is going on between the two of them, and Gibbs's inability to ask for what he really wants make this story sing for me - sweet and clear.
When Tony goes to a retirement party for his old Police Captain from his Baltimore PD years, it makes him think about what's going on between himself and Gibbs - and exactly what he wants from their relationship - if they actually have one, that is...
He’d shown up at the bar alone, drank a few beers and made crude comments about the captain retiring with an exotic dancer while pretending to stare at the scantily clad waitresses. He’d had more than a few questions to answer about his single status and why he was avoiding the not so subtle advances of the women. Tony had just laughed because what else could he do? Tony wasn’t officially out and Gibbs sure as hell wasn’t officially out. And while the two of them weren’t necessarily locked in an airtight closet they were definitely sticking to the shadowed lands. Only someone who looked closely enough would see the obvious.
Besides, how smart would it be to tell a room full of cops that he was sleeping with his male boss?
He had left as soon as he could. He’d walked out of the bar, tired and still depressingly sober, and had gotten into his car to head home. And he really had intended to drive home, but somewhere between Baltimore and DC he’d started thinking about Gibbs’ bed and Gibbs’ arms and how he’d just once like to wake up next to the man instead of slinking off in the middle of the night.
So he’d turned left at the off ramp when he should’ve turned right, and when he could’ve flipped a u-turn to head back toward his apartment he’d kept driving straight until he’d found himself sitting in front of Gibbs’ house at 2:30 in the morning feeling like a stalker. He wanted to go inside – needed to go inside – but he knew that going inside was against the unwritten rules.
This was Gibbs after all, so of course their relationship had rules and boundaries and regulations. Some had been crossed and long since forgotten in their six months together, but some still remained, looming in the background of everything they did. He was with Gibbs more than half the nights, but while they went to bed together Tony always woke up alone. It didn’t matter where they were – Gibbs’ house or Tony’s apartment – one of them always left well before morning.
Besides, how smart would it be to tell a room full of cops that he was sleeping with his male boss?
He had left as soon as he could. He’d walked out of the bar, tired and still depressingly sober, and had gotten into his car to head home. And he really had intended to drive home, but somewhere between Baltimore and DC he’d started thinking about Gibbs’ bed and Gibbs’ arms and how he’d just once like to wake up next to the man instead of slinking off in the middle of the night.
So he’d turned left at the off ramp when he should’ve turned right, and when he could’ve flipped a u-turn to head back toward his apartment he’d kept driving straight until he’d found himself sitting in front of Gibbs’ house at 2:30 in the morning feeling like a stalker. He wanted to go inside – needed to go inside – but he knew that going inside was against the unwritten rules.
This was Gibbs after all, so of course their relationship had rules and boundaries and regulations. Some had been crossed and long since forgotten in their six months together, but some still remained, looming in the background of everything they did. He was with Gibbs more than half the nights, but while they went to bed together Tony always woke up alone. It didn’t matter where they were – Gibbs’ house or Tony’s apartment – one of them always left well before morning.
Close Enough
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