Tony stood at his bathroom sink, gargling with warm salt water as he shot a glare at the naked sniper brushing his teeth at his side. He couldn’t blame Ian for his predicament though, even with the smug smirk the man was curling around the foamy brush. Who made Tony such an unrepentant cocksucker… especially with how gifted Ian was in that particular department.
“I’ll just have to mark you up where no one can see then.” Ian growled… he f*cking growled and didn’t that just send all of Tony’s blood right down to his d*ck. He felt light headed and on ablaze at the same time. Cristo in cielo, the man was deadly. He pressed one last kiss to Tony’s flushed skin. “A special going away present for my favourite Navy cop.”
Stiles was in his arms before he even cleared the door, arms tight around his waist and trembling; his breaths coming out in little panicked puffs. Tony immediately wrapped his arms around the lithe frame and held him tight, one hand coming up to gently cup the back of the teen’s head as he sent an alarmed look to the others. Rocky was the first to respond, coming over to usher them to a small couch that had been pushed back to a corner of the room. He held up his phone so that Tony could read what was typed there as the others made themselves scarce, leaving only Mac by the door.
Rocky met them at NCIS Legal which was at the other end of the Navy Yard at seven am, coffee cup in one hand and one of Tony’s homemade Morning Glory muffins in the other. “Stella took the rest to work to share.” he said around a big bite. “I was lucky as hell to even snag this one.”
Stiles laughed, a bright and happy thing that had Tony dazed to experience it. “And which two do you have?” The teen teased good naturedly. “Are you kidding?” Tony scoffed haughtily “I’m a triple threat.”
In the seconds it took for them to dash to the mustang and duck in, they’d already been soaked by the sudden downpour; looking like a pair of drowned rats as the car’s heat kicked in with a low hum. The cab was silent save for their breathing, the outside world all but turned white and swallowed by the deluge that drenched the entire city. So much for light summer drizzles. Stupid weather channel.
Tony sat naked on the edge of his twin bed, hair messy and head bowed as he tried to regulate his breathing. DC humidity this year was gearing up to be a real cast iron bitch on his scarred lungs and he’d awoken feeling like that same cast iron had been sitting on his chest all night. His inhaler hung from his fingers absently. It had been a two-puff morning, and both Brad and Jimmy had warned that anything more than two meant an immediate trip to the hospital.
Still reeling from the Nogitsune and Allison's death, Stiles uncovers a long hidden mystery that the Sheriff would rather stay lost in the past.
