Probe Me Probie

This is the first bit of fanfic that I've written in years, needless to say, I'm a bit rusty, forgive me for this...

This sprang from a random though that I had at three in the morning, that morphed into a photo-manip (see end) that turned into this...


Tony tightened his grip on the carrier bags he was holding, blew out a shuddery breath and knocked on the door in front of him plastering his trademark grin on his face. The door opened revealing a boxer-clad McGee, “Tony? What’re you doing here?” He tugged at the hem of his M.I.T t-shirt and braced his hip against the door; “It’s not another case is it?” Tony shook his head and held up the bag, “Nope, just some good ol’ fashioned male bonding probie. Beer, chips and movies, wha’d’ya say?” Tim frowned suspiciously at Tony,
“Whyyy?”
“Probie, you doubt me? You suspect my intentions? I’m hurt.” Tipping his head down he pouted and rolled his eyes up to McGee, who raised an eyebrow as if to say he wasn’t buying the innocent act. “Gonna let me in McRude?” Tim sighed resignedly and stepped back, allowing Tony to squeeze in before walking towards the living room section of his apartment; Tony paused in the door way to admire the curve of McGee’s ass though the thin cotton of his boxers.
Settling himself on the couch Tony pulled out the six-pack and tipped the bags of chips onto the coffee-table in front of him. Popping the tabs on two beers he handed one to McGee who was still standing, watching Tony make himself at home.
“Tony, what’s this about?” Huffing DiNozzo turned to him, grabbed his wrist and pulled him down to the sofa. “It’s not about anything, just wanted to hang out. You ‘n’ Gibbs are the only guys I really know here, and I can’t imagine Gibbs chilling out and watching movies, can you?” Tim snorted, tipped his head in agreement and relaxed back into the sofa taking a slurping gulp from his can. “So, what movie we watching?” Tony tensed slightly at that; it was the riskiest part of his plan. “Wait and see Probilicious” Pulling the disk from the pocket of his hoodie he walked to the TV and knelt to put the DVD in the player. Slouching back into the sofa he allowed McGee to fiddle with the control setting up the surround sound and setting the movie to play. As the opening titles began to flash across the screen McGee chocked on the chip he had been munching on. “Brokeback Mountain?” He turned wide-eyed to Tony who, by some feat of special-agent determination, held back his blush and just shrugged. “I haven’t seen it yet. Gotta keep up on the pop-culture McHistoric, not all of us can survive on type-writers and boat-building.”
“Whatever Tony.” They settled down to watch the film in silence, munching quietly on chips and occasionally popping open a new beer. At ‘the tent scene’ McGee snorted derisively “As if they’d do it with that little preparation, I mean, hello, lube?” Tony turned wide-eyed to Tim, looking him up-and-down slowly, “And what do you know of such things Timmy?” He watched as the blush bloomed across McGee’s cheeks, spreading down his neck to beneath the well-worn t-shirt. Scooting closer he leaned into Tim’s space “You been holding out on me Probie?” The younger agent turned to look at him, bringing their faces close together, “Not all of us can be shameless womanizers Tony.”
“Is McGee McGay? Now that would be a revelation.” Tim stood abruptly, his face crumpled with anger, “Fuck off DiNozzo.” He turned to stalk to his bedroom but was stopped by Tony grabbing his arm, “Tim, Tim, I didn’t mean it like that. Com’on Timmy,” he pulled McGee to face him cringing at the glare thrown his way, he stepped closer, rubbing both of his friend’s arms, “I didn’t mean it like that, it was only a joke.”
“It wasn’t funny Tony, this is why I didn’t tell you. I knew you’d poke fun at me.”
“McGee, I’m hardly one to throw stones here.” He raised his eyebrows hoping to convey his meaning without having to outright say it. McGee’s glare turned into a confused frown, “I guess your gaydar’s on the blink Probie, probably needs a new hard drive or power cable or something.”
“Tony, what the hell are you talking about?”
“I don’t know, just, I didn’t mean to upset you McGee. That was totally not my plan for the evening.”
“Oh? And what was your plan?” Tony rubbed at the arms once more before stepping back and unzipping his navy hoodie he revealed a pale blue t-shirt with almost white stitching emblazoned across the front ‘Probe Me Probie’. “This was my last and most desperate measure, then I was just going to jump you.” McGee swallowed thickly and flicked his eyes to Tony’s lips.
“You want me to...probe you?” Tony grinned and stalked foward backing McGee against the wall.
“I don’t know how much more obvious I need to make it Tim; hanging over your shoulder as you talk computer-geekery, making up nicknames for you, standing next to you in the elevator, fixing it so we end up on stake-outs together. I’ve tried everything.”
“Yeh, everything but actually telling me, which would be the, you know, obvious thing to do.”
“Obvious isn’t very attractive Timmy.” McGee stroked a hand across the embroidered shirt watching as Tony shivered at the contact, “I duno, I think it’s kind of sexy.”
“So you gona?”
“Huh?”
“Probe me, Probie.” Tim grinned and wrapped his hand around the back of Tony’s head, twining his fingers in his hair pulling him foward so that their lips were practically brushing. “That and more, c’mere.” Sliding their lips together they kissed until their lungs burned for air. “I like this t-shirt.”
McGee liked the t-shirt even more when it was on the floor in his bedroom later that evening.


Found the pik on google images, added the text on the t-shirt in photoshop...

http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h131/LeSangRouge/boredom.jpg