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Hangover Cure

Summary:

It's been a tough week

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Tony experienced a brief moment of disorientation when he first opened his eyes. He couldn’t figure out where the hell he was or whose bed he was sharing. Then his hangover hit him and it all came coursing back. He groaned, pushing his face against the side of the man lying next to him. The pressure of skin against his eyes blocking out every trace of daylight and making him feel at least marginally better.

 

 

  A large, warm, hand slipped into his hair and began scratching gently at his scalp, making him sigh and release some of the tension building in his body as the events of the last week came crashing down on him. Another case, another murderer, another fucking serial killer. This one had been some piece of work. Tony wasn’t sure he’d ever met a real sociopath before but this guy…This guy had slit his victims throats and then raped them while they were dying. When Gibbs had confronted him with what he had done in interrogation the bastard had laughed.

 

 The hand in his hair moved down to rub the point where his spine met his neck, the strong thumb rubbing circles in an attempt to undo the knot Tony was creating. “It’s over, Tony.” The deep voice murmured. “We got the bastard. He can’t hurt anyone else.” 

 

“He got two more victims while we were looking for him.” Tony reminded. 

 

“I know.” Gibbs continued to rub Tony’s neck until he relaxed, releasing the tension with a whoosh of air. Gibbs moved his hand back to Tony’s hair, scratching a little.

 

 Tony had left the office early under orders. They all had. He’d gone home, taken a shower, unable to get the smell of blood off himself. The girl…the girl had still been alive when they’d found her. Tony had tried to stop the bleeding, by the time the paramedics had arrived on scene he was covered in her blood but she was still alive and that was something. Permanently scarred and traumatised for the rest of her life but alive nonetheless. He’d showered at the office, before being sent up to see the company shrink, or Dr. Schwartz as she preferred to be known. He hadn’t even had the energy to flirt with her. Truth be told, he hated the woman. No amount of degrees and pieces of paper saying she was a doctor were going to let her understand the way Tony felt after being covered in a teenage girl’s blood, trying to keep her alive while the rest of his team worked the scene, while her boyfriend lay dead next to them in a puddle of blood. She hadn’t been able to help after he’d killed Jeffrey White, she hadn’t helped after the plague, or when Kate had died, or when he’d been framed for murder. Still, they wouldn’t let him back on active duty until she cleared him so he sat in that stupid leather chair and told her he felt tired, that he just wanted to sleep now that they’d got the bastard that did it. She’d agreed and sent them all home early, even Gibbs.

 

 After his second shower didn’t rinse the smell of blood off him he knew he had to do something. Running was good, pushing his body until it hurt, until he couldn’t think about anything other than forcing his legs to move when they didn’t want to anymore. He’d run for two hours, god only knew how much distance he’d covered. He’d only stopped when the painful rattle in his chest had started. It had never been there before the plague and it only appeared now when Tony pushed himself too hard. Even now, lying in Gibbs’ bed he could tell that the ache in his legs wasn’t just from having them thrown over Gibbs’ shoulders the night before.  

 

After the rattle had started he’d circled back home, taking another shower to cleanse the sweat off himself. The smell of blood had gone but the feel of it, the desperate way the girl had gasped for breath, the warmth of the blood on his hands matched with the cold puddle of blood he’d ended up sitting in….that was still there. He gave in, knew exactly what it was going to take to let go this time. He didn’t do it often, it wasn’t safe, but he’d slipped on his tightest pair of jeans and the green t-shirt that Abby said showed off his shoulders and his eyes, and headed for the gay quarter. Three guys had bought him drinks, offered him more but he hadn’t been able to take up their offers. They couldn’t handle the way he was feeling right then and after the third drink he gave up, leaving the bar and heading for a liquor store.

 

 Lying in Gibbs’ bed now, his face pressed against Gibbs’ naked side, just the touch of skin on skin, the feeling of Gibbs’ fingers running through his hair – and when had he figured out Tony liked to have his head scratched anyway – the low buzz of arousal was impossible to ignore.

 

 When he’d arrived at Gibbs’ house, tequila in one hand, a bag of lemons in the other, he’d assumed Gibbs already had salt, he’d walked straight into the house and down to the basement. Stopping only to pick up the shot glass that was still in Gibbs’ house from the first time this had happened. First time followed by many other times and the shot glass sat on Gibbs kitchen window ledge waiting for Tony to need…whatever the hell it was that Gibbs gave him.

 

 Gibbs was drinking bourbon out of a chipped cup and it made Tony smile in a way he’d never thought he would have after the week they’d had.

 

 “You ok?” Gibbs had asked. Tony had just shaken his head and sunk his first shot, saluting Gibbs with the empty glass.

 

 “No, but I will be.”

 

 “How long did you run for?”

 

 “2 hours.” Tony frowned, and took another shot.

 

 “How many bars did you hit?”

 

 “Just one.”

 

 Tony couldn’t remember how much Tequila he’d drunk, probably not much, but he hadn’t eaten anything after his run so the buzz had hit him pretty quickly. He frowned, remembering that it was Gibbs who had kissed him first this time, which was unusual. Gibbs who had stripped Tony out of his t-shirt, cupped Tony’s ass through skin tight jeans and pulled him close to kiss him desperately. Maybe Gibbs needed this too, Tony mused. It had been Tony who insisted that they took it to the bedroom.

 

 “You remember the time we had sex under the boat?” Gibbs read his mind.

 

 “Yeah.” Tony sighed, trying to get his face closer to Gibbs, although it really wasn’t possible. “I couldn’t get the sawdust out of my hair for days, kept worrying Abby or McGee would notice.”

 

 “You seemed more worried about the splinters in your ass at the time.” Gibbs obviously found that amusing.

 

 “They hurt like a bitch.” Tony growled.

 

 

“Had fun getting them out though.”


 “You had fun getting them out.” Tony corrected, but he couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t sure what was happening, normally he would have been on his way home by now. Gibbs never stayed in bed long after he woke up, not to stroke Tony’s hair and provide a barrier from the daylight like he was this morning. Gibbs’ hand was back in his hair and it helped, helped to block out the sight of that young girl bleeding all over her pink bedroom carpet. Helped to block out the sound of that monster’s laughter when he’d described the way he’d raped all his victims, male and female, just before they’d died.

 

 “Stop it.” Gibbs hand moved down to his neck, rubbing at the tense spot again.

 

 “What?” Tony groaned as Gibbs hit the right place.

 

 “Thinking. Tying yourself up in knots. You did a good job this week, Tony. We got the bastard, he’s going to fry.”

 

 “He killed three people, and that girl…You think she’s ever going to be the same again?”

 

 “No.” Gibbs continued rubbing Tony’s neck. “She won’t. She won’t ever be the same but knowing that the bastard that did that to her isn’t going to be able to go after her and finish the job, isn’t going to be able to hurt anyone else….That’ll help her. That’s our job Tony. Neither of us is prescient, we can’t predict when crimes are going to happen, we just have to try and stop them happening again.”

 

 “It sucks.” Tony complained. “I wanted to just keep running, like Forest Gump. Just run because I could and because it was better than doing anything else. Better than thinking.”

 

 “I know.” Gibbs agreed. “Seeing Dr Schwartz didn’t help?”

 

 “Did it help you?” Tony snorted. “Seeing you helped a lot more.” He admitted softly, almost wishing he could take it back.

 

 “Get up here.” Gibbs insisted, fingers tugging at Tony’s hair lightly to make him look up. Tony did as he was told, moving up the bed, a little surprised when Gibbs kissed him solidly and then pushed him away to look him in the eye. “Seeing you helped me too.” Gibbs admitted, narrowed eyes suggesting he wasn’t pleased with the thought.

 

 Normally, after Tony spent the night with Gibbs, he showered at home. Rarely at Gibbs’ house and never with Gibbs. Today Gibbs seemed inclined to change all the rules and the shower was a haze of intense kisses and the wet slide of slick bodies against each other matched with Gibbs’ harsh panting and Tony’s curse words as they came. Tony wasn’t sure they’d ever had sex completely sober before.

 

 Standing in the kitchen, washing the dishes after breakfast/lunch, Tony wasn’t thinking about the case anymore, instead he was wondering when his head was going to stop pounding and where the hell Gibbs had disappeared to. The pair of sweats he’d found hung low on his hips, the only piece of clothing he was wearing as he hadn’t rescued his t-shirt from the basement yet. 

 

The sound of the front door opening didn’t really startle him, he’d assumed Gibbs had gone out to the car to get something when he’d suddenly left the kitchen without a word.

 

 “I just wanted to check you’re ok, and ask if you know where Tony is because….” Abby walked into the kitchen. “He’s right here which is why he’s not answering his phone. Tony! I was worried about you.” 

 

“I’m fine, Abs.” Tony smiled at her over his shoulder.

 

 “I can see that.” She grinned salaciously, walking over and placing her hand on his hips. “You got anything on under these?” She raised her hand to pull at the waistband of his sweats, which were already hanging sinfully low on his hips.

 

 “No.” Gibbs caught her with an arm around her waist and pulled her back. “Keep your hands to yourself.” He instructed.

 

 “You’re not sharing?” Abby asked.

 

 “Not a chance.” Gibbs replied.

 

 “Mean.” Abby sighed. “Looks like you had fun.” She grinned at the hicky on Tony’s right shoulder, laughing when he turned to face her and she saw one on his left hip too. “Possessive much, Gibbs?” She kissed his cheek.

 

 “What?” Tony looked confused and then blushed when he saw what she was talking about.

 

 “Why don’t you go back to bed?” Gibbs suggested. “I’ll show Abby out.” Tony nodded, he was feeling a hell of a lot better, the hormones and adrenaline from his orgasm kicking most of the effects of his hangover, but he still felt unsteady on his legs and his chest ached a little from running so hard. Gibbs and Abby left the kitchen and Tony finished what he was doing before dropping back on Gibbs’ bed, pulling the covers over his head.

 

 “She ok?” He asked Gibbs when he felt the bed dip. Abby liked to check up on him after rough cases, he felt a little guilty that he hadn’t been around for her, she probably needed someone to talk to.

 

 “She is now she knows where you are. She was worried about you.” 

 

“I’m fine.” Tony was glad Gibbs couldn’t see his face while he lied to him. The image of that girl looking at him desperately, clutching his hand, was burned into his retinas.

 

 “You’re not.” Gibbs argued. “But you will be.” He slipped a hand under the covers to scratch Tony’s scalp lightly, smiling as the younger man made contented noises. “She was disappointed you weren’t wearing your jeans.”

 

 “They are a sight to behold.” Tony grinned, pushing away thoughts of the case, focusing on the way Gibbs hand felt in his hair, the fact that Gibbs had paid enough attention to know that Tony liked it. 

 

“You’re not going out in them again.” 

 

“You don’t like my jeans?” Tony threw back the covers and pouted. 

 

“You’re not going out in them without me.” Gibbs corrected his earlier statement.

 

 “So you do like them.” Tony laughed. “Don’t stop.” He insisted when Gibbs stopped scratching his head. “I should probably get going soon.” He sighed when Gibbs resumed the soothing action. He wasn’t sure what was going on but he didn’t want to outstay his welcome, didn’t want to not be allowed this again because he’d pushed too hard too fast.

 

 “Why?” Gibbs asked. 

 

“Because I don’t have any clothes here.” Tony shrugged. “Or my car or anything.”

 

 

“We’re not working tomorrow and you don’t need any clothes.” Gibbs replied. Tony raised one eyebrow and shrugged. If Gibbs didn’t mind him staying he wasn’t planning to go anywhere. 

 

This time when Gibbs stopped stroking his scalp Tony didn’t complain, it was kind of difficult to speak when someone was kissing you. When he woke up a couple of hours later he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he now had a matching love bite on his right hip.

 

 “What’s going on, Gibbs?” He asked, once again surprised to find the older man still in bed with him.

 

 “I don’t want you going to bars before you come to me.” Gibbs looked at him intensely. “I understand why you run, why that makes you feel better. I don’t understand why you want to cruise for other men when you can just come to me.”

 

 “I don’t want to…to burden you.” Tony frowned, he hadn’t been expecting Gibbs to say that at all.

 

 “You’re not a burden, Tony. If you need someone to take your mind off something I want you to come straight to me. If you’re horny I want to you to come straight to me.”

 

 “I might be over here a lot then.” Tony joked.

 

 “That’s not a problem. You’re always welcome here.”

 

 “That’s not true.”

 

 “It is. I know I might not have always made you feel that way but it is true. If you need me I’m here. If you want me I’m here.”

 

 “It works both ways you know.” Tony said softly.

 

 “I know.” Gibbs nodded. “You want to order pizza?”

 

 

Tony nodded and laughed, thoughts of serial killers, permanently scarred teenagers and his hangover the furthest thing from his mind

when Gibbs kissed him.

 

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