Whipped

DiNozzo was sprawled on Gibbs’ sofa when he got home. He craned his neck over the arm of the sofa to see Gibbs.

“Make yourself at home,” Gibbs remarked dryly before heading to the kitchen to unload a bag of groceries he was carrying.

DiNozzo rolled off the sofa and followed him. Gibbs set the bag on the counter and went to the refrigerator to get a beer. Twisting the cap off, he leaned back against the counter and took a sip. “What?” he asked after he swallowed.

“Did you lock the door?” Tony asked, stepping closer.

Gibbs’ eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t the one who left it open last time.”

“You always leave it open and everyone knows it. How did I get in tonight?" DiNozzo reminded him. "But really, given the limited knowledge I have about your exes, how was I supposed to know it was her that night? What was she doing--“

“You like sleeping at the office, DiNozzo?” Gibbs warned.

DiNozzo grinned. “Kinky. We’ve never done it ther--” he paused at Gibbs’ cutting look, “but I’d never do anything that immature.”

“You mean like spraying my ex-wife with whip cream?”

“I assumed it was you!”

“And that made it a good idea?”

DiNozzo shrugged. “At the time.”

Gibbs turned to the bag on the counter and reached inside. “This another good time?”

“Wha—whoa, boss--” DiNozzo backed away, hands up in surrender when Gibbs’ pointed a can of whip cream at him. “The door. I can't say I'm just using your place to hook-up if you're here this time. Unless you want her to join--"

Gibbs shook the can.

"Jethro,” DiNozzo pleaded. It was definitely no fun when Gibbs' cruel steak destroyed his fantasies.

"Door's locked," Gibbs said. He sprayed a little whip cream on his finger and licked it off.

"Door's lo--" DiNozzo blinked at him for a moment and then smiled. This Gibbs was his fantasy. "You old dog," he laughed, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it drop to the floor. But Gibbs was frowning at him and his hands stilled at his belt. "What?" he asked nervously. If Gibbs was fucking with him again--

"People like this stuff?" Gibbs shook his head. "I just don't get it." He set the can down and picked up his beer, leaving DiNozzo to stare after him as he left the room.

"Oh, no," DiNozzo called after him. He'd take that challenge. DiNozzo picked up the can and followed Gibbs. "You're gonna get it. You have no idea how good you're going to get it."

Gibbs smiled over his shoulder and led DiNozzo to the bedroom.

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