Just A Dance

Title: Just A Dance
Author: Daedalus / Tak / Whatever, as long as the clock keeps ticking
Fandom: NCIS
Category: Slash
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: R
Genre: Silliness – a bit OOC – Ficlet – One shot
Summary: Another contest – Sequel to “Just A Kiss”
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue.
Thanks to Joey, who does an amazing job, for betaing this fic.
And thanks to Nell Kennedy, without whom this sequel would never have been written…


Tony didn’t know why his boss had invited him to a fancy restaurant, that night, nearly two weeks after the kissing contest. Their relationship hadn’t changed at work – and it was all for the best, because he didn’t really care about trying to explain to Director Sheppard why he had challenged his superior to a kissing contest in the first place.

But he had been enjoying a very pleasant dinner, but his boss who, though he was still acting like the gruff Marine he was, was also very attentive to Tony’s wishes that night, and Tony felt like a woman who was being wooed.
Which, surprisingly, coming from Gibbs, felt quite good.


And then, something caught Gibbs’ attention and he held up a hand to silence Tony, trying to listen to an announcement.

He stood up, laying his napkin on the table, and, holding out to Tony, he said:


‘I think it’s our cue.’
‘You kidding? You want to try the dancing contest?’
‘Well, you talked me into the kissing contest, the other day. I say it’s time I took my revenge…’
‘Come on. I’m sure you can’t dance.’
‘Oh I assure you I can…’


Tony narrowed his eyes speculatively at him. Gibbs was still holding out his hand. Sighing, Tony took it and stood up, trying – and failing – not to roll his eyes when Gibbs kissed it with a half smirk before letting him go.


‘Okay, then. But I lead.’
‘Don’t be silly, DiNozzo. I’m the boss.’
‘Not here. Plus, I took dancing lesson. And it’s tango, isn’t it? I lead.’
‘I’m older.’
‘Boss, no offence, but I’m taller than you.’


Gibbs rolled his eyes.


‘Okay. You win.’


Tony grinned cheekily – and…Gibbs thought…flirtatiously? - and bowed to him, taking him by the hand to pull him onto the dance floor. He pulled in his hand once more to get them into position, and Gibbs obligingly let his hand slide on Tony’s arm, down his back, sensuously, and Tony was looking down at him with a heated gaze as he sent him dancing as the music began, spinning together in perfect harmony, and it wasn’t long till Gibbs just decided to really let go.

Their legs intertwined in an obscene parody of a love scene. They were close, yet their chests did not really touch, nor did Tony’s leg thrusting aggressively between his thighs, pushing him backwards, then back to him, making him spin, his hand on his belly, with a precision that left him wondering where exactly Tony had learnt to dance like that…


And then, unexpectedly, as the song was nearing its end, Gibbs shifted his hold on Tony’s body, dipped his partner and held him there, bending over him, relishing in the surprised widened eyes gazing up at him. Tony flushed – and GOD how Gibbs was starting to enjoy that.


‘Hey! I was supposed to dip you’, he whispered, ‘not the other way round.’


Gibbs kept him there, though, grinning, and not moving to help Tony back up. Tony frowned, suspicious.


‘What are you planning to…’


And then Gibbs was kissing him, not as lecherously as he had at the kissing contest, of course, but Tony found it was every bit as enjoyable as their previous kiss had been. And if their first kiss had given him one hell of an erection, this one nearly hurt, making his chest ache and his stomach flutter and he knew he was in very serious trouble.

It didn’t last a minute, but it still knocked the breath out of him. And when he opened his eyes again – when had he closed them? – the look on Gibbs’ face – tenderness? fondness? affection? – had him even more lost than he already was. He thought about telling Gibbs to tread softly, because all of a sudden, he was really treading on his dreams…

But instead, he grinned cheekily.


‘What? I thought you wanted to repeat that kiss in private. Not in front of the crowd.’
‘Not the same crowd…’ said Gibbs, helping him up at last, though he did not let go of him.
‘Well, it’s a crowd in any case.’
‘Not the same kiss either. Why. You telling me you want to repeat that kiss someplace else? Somewhere where we truly are alone?’


Tony looked at him, searching something in his boss’ eyes – though he had no idea what he wanted to find.


‘Yes?’ he tried.


Gibbs huffed, but grinned.

They were still in the middle of the dance floor…


‘You know I’m the Big Bad Wolf, dontcha?’
‘Well, if I had been Little Red Riding Hood, I wouldn’t have lasted half that long, now, would I?’
‘You think you can take me?’
‘Mmmh…’


If he said what he was planning to say, there would be no coming back.

He didn’t want to come back either. He walked closer to the ex-Marine and kissed his cheek.


‘We should worry about that later’, he whispered. ‘But I’m sure lube will help a lot…’


He was trembling, overwhelmed by a wave of insecurity, but then, he felt Gibbs shiver and saw that look in his eyes – and he knew he was seeing what he had longed to see there all along…


‘Come…’ Gibbs said, taking his hand.
‘Wait…’ Tony said, freeing himself, before getting away somewhere, and for one fleeting moment, Gibbs thought he had imagined all this.


He went to the cashier to pay for their dinner when Tony came back to him and took him by the hand without a word and pulled him bodily towards the car park.


‘You hurt?’ Gibbs asked, wondering briefly why Tony was holding his hand beneath his suit.
‘No…’, he said, and sat down into the car, and Gibbs did the same, and Tony was leaning and kissing him softly on the lips, and then Tony sat back, grinning like a schoolboy, and producing from underneath his jacket the trophy of the best couple.


Gibbs looked at him as if he was mad.


‘You stole that?’


Tony only shrugged.


‘I left enough money to cover up the price. I just wanted a souvenir of my own. Plus we deserved it. They were amateurs – all of them. But I didn’t want to wait till they gave the prices. So I took it. And I bet they’d rather have money than an ugly trophy.’
‘Well, they didn’t know that.’
‘Yes. But I am NCIS. I check. I don’t assume.’


He grinned. Gibbs didn’t know whether he should be appalled or delighted.


‘I can’t believe this.’


Tony shrugged and grinned again.


‘As long as you kiss me again…’


Gibbs thought he really should be appalled – they were Federal Agents, for Christ’s sake, not thieves, but he grinned at Tony in return.


‘You’re raving mad!’
‘And you love me for it.’


It was daring, and Tony looked unsure once again, but Gibbs was assessing the truth of those words. He had the hots for Tony – that part was undeniable.

Was he in love?


He didn’t answer for a while, and Tony was looking down, feeling stupid. Gibbs rolled his eyes, slipped a finger underneath Tony’s chin and, very gently, made him look into his eyes.


‘I think I might…’


Tony was searching into his eyes again, and he must have liked what he was seeing, because next thing he knew, Tony was kissing him again, giving him an insight on what exactly the repeat of their first kiss would be, mixed with the repeat of their second one. He pressed a second, softer kiss to his lips and smiled at him.


‘Better get home fast. I’m glad you’re driving. I’m “starving”…’


He waggled his eyebrows playfully, and Gibbs had to laugh.

And Tony decided that from then on, it’d be his favourite sound…