crack_van | Living With It by Skripka, NC17

Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo
Author on LJ:

skripka
Author Website: Skripka's fic at the NCIS Fanfiction Archive

Why this must be read:

Okay, so I'm slipping a bit further out of the PWP designation, but there is definitely still porn, despite the presence of a fair amount of angst. But I was just so surprised that it hadn't been rec'd already, that I had to do something about it. This fic was also written for the first NCIS Ficathon - which took place not too long after Twilight had aired. Since Living With It was based on that episode, you know there's going to be some angst present. But the sex is hot - it's something Skripka does very well, so you shouldn't expect anything else, should you?

Tony has always been willing to follow Gibbs anywhere, and if there's a chance to get revenge against Ari there is no chance that Gibbs is leaving him behind this time, no matter what he does to try and drive Tony away.

"Don't you have somewhere to be, DiNozzo?" Gibbs' bark snapped Tony out of his reverie. He dropped his feet noisily to the floor and shook his head.

"Nah." Twisting, he grabbed his jacket. "Sometimes, watching you turn yourself into a knot is entertainment enough for any man." Tony ignored Gibbs' glare as he headed out. "See you Monday, Boss."

Tony's car was parked in the garage. He got in, and put his head down on the steering wheel. Damn. Damn, damn, damn, fuck, damn. He hated this. Hated the impotent feeling of not getting any closer to revenge. Hated the feeling of wanting revenge, too. God, he was turning into Gibbs.

As if the thought conjured the man, Tony jumped at the knock on his window. He turned the ignition, and rolled down the window. "Boss?"

Gibbs face was in shadow--Tony could only gauge his mood by the sound of his breathing, which was even and mostly normal. "You got your kit?"

Tony nodded. "Yeah." Gibbs grunted; Tony thought he heard approval.

"Switch places. I'm driving."

There was no question about it, it was an order, and Tony jumped to obey. He opened the door and got out. As he jogged to the passenger seat, Gibbs tossed his own kit in the back.

The two of them buckled in near unison. "Got a lead, Boss?" Gibbs didn't answer, just peeled out of the garage. Tony gripped the oh-shit-handle and tried to hide his wince.

Gibbs took one of his usual, twisty routes to the beltway. The traffic was typical for a Friday in DC, but that never deterred the man. Tony just hung on stoically. No point in making a fuss now--he was committed to whatever insanity had gripped Gibbs.

Living With It

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