Title: Surprise Birthday

Author: Bj Jones

Rating: FRAO

Disclaimer: I think we all know I don't own them and the reasons why. They are owned by various executives, producers, writers and studios that have more lawyers than I want to mess with. I'm not making any money just borrowing them for a bit and promise to return them

Summary: Speed got a surprise on his birthday - an old flame shows up.

Beta: Kay (Joe)

Warning: Slash – if you don't like it – don't read it

Author's Note: If you know me you know that….That episode didn't happen. As far as I'm concerned Speed is alive and well. Episode Related – Boxed In for NCIS – the timing might be a bit off…just go with it.

100 Challenges: [info]slash_100 – Timothy Speedle

Pairing: Speed/Tony

Prompt: #56 – Birthday

Word Count: 2380

 

~*~

 

Speed really hated his birthday. He hated the ‘surprise’ birthday get-together in the break room. Though he would admit he loved Alexx’s cake, but that was it. At least the day was over and he could relax and do nothing.

 

He glared at the door. 

 

Speed got up from the couch, deciding how to kill the person on the other side and where to hide the body. He opened the door and stared in shock.

 

“What, no hello?” The visitor smiled.

 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Speed asked in shock. Staring at his visitor a man he hadn’t seen in five years.

 

He had met Tony DiNozzo at a conference when he had been a cop back in Baltimore. They hadn’t seen much of each other over the past five years, especially after the ex-cop joined NCIS.

 

“I was in the neighborhood…” Tony grinned, walking into the apartment. He dropped his bag by the couch.

 

“You just happened to drive to Miami on your way home?” Speed laughed, closing the door.

 

“Took a few days off, told the team I was heading out to check out the hot babes in Florida.” Tony lounged on the couch. “Nice place you’ve got here.”

 

“Thanks,” Speed eyed the NCIS Agent. He could tell something was up, but he would let Tony set the pace. “So how’s DC?”

 

“Challenging.” Tony shrugged.

 

Speed walked into the kitchen and pulled out the scotch and two glasses. He set them in front of Tony and took a seat in the chair across from him. “I won’t push the real reason you’re here, but it is good to see you.”

 

Tony smiled and downed the drink. “Happy Birthday.”

 

Speed stared at him. “You remembered.”

 

“Of course I did.” He grinned. “Especially considering how we celebrated the last time.”

 

Speed smirked. Megan had forced him to go to a conference up in Baltimore. Speed had fought tooth and toenail not to go. Even tried to use the fact it was his birthday. Megan rolled her eyes and sent him on his way, with a ‘why do you care you never celebrate?’.

 

The two had met at the first session and by the end of it Tony had pried out of him that it was his birthday. Which lead to them ditching the rest of the sessions and Speed having one of his best birthdays.

 

“So, anything new in Miami?” Tony asked.

 

“Nothing really exciting.” Speed shrugged. “So, do you want to explain to me what you’re doing here? Besides wishing me a happy birthday.”

 

“Just needed to get out of town.” Tony poured and downed another drink.

 

“Want to talk about it?” Speed sat back concerned.

 

“Not really,” Tony sighed. “How about you me and a club?”

 

“What type of club?” Speed eyed him wondering what Tony was looking for.

 

“Some place dark, pounding with music, and open so I can rub against that hard body of yours.” Tony smirked.

 

“Let’s go.” Speed stood up and moved for the door. “We have to take my bike.”

 

“I was hoping you would say that, I can start the rubbing early,” Tony whispered into the brunette’s ear.

 

~ The Club ~

 

Speed moved with the music, enjoying the feel of the taller man behind him. He had thought about the ex-cop frequently, wondering how he was, and if he had finally settled down.   One thing about Tony, he knew how to make the person he was with feel like they were the only ones in the world who mattered. Someone, someday, was going to be one lucky son of a bitch.

 

Tony pulled Speed closer their bodies moving as one.   Speed plastered himself to the taller man, enjoying the feel of his body. The CSI enjoyed being with Tony, he was very open and friendly. For Speed to actually open up and talk really showed how much of a people person Tony really was. From the moment the two met, Speed had felt comfortable with him.

 

The ex-cop held the brunette close his hands sliding down the lean waist. He ground, his hard aching cock against Speed’s tight ass. Tony bent his head, his lips caressing Speed’s ear. “Let’s take this some place private.”

 

Speed’s head fell back, exposing his neck to Tony’s ministrations. “Home.”

 

~ Speed’s Apartment ~

 

They didn’t even make it past the living room. By the time the door closed, Speed had been slammed against it. A hot desperate mouth found his. Hands worked on getting clothes removed. The buttons on Speed’s shirt ended up scattered around the living room. Tony dipped his head down and licked the pert nipples. Speed moaned, his hands slipping into soft hair. 

 

Tony pulled back then dropped to his knees. Speed looked down at the ex-cop, his breathing ragged. Tony undid the tight jeans and pulled them down lean thighs. He quickly got rid of shoes and socks and tossed the jeans over his shoulder. He looked up at Speed, a grin on his face. The CSI looked hot leaning against the door with nothing on but a torn open shirt. 

 

Tony’s hand caressed the hard, weeping cock, enjoying the feel of it before taking the head into his mouth and sucking gently. Speed’s head fell back against the door his hands once again slipping into Tony’s soft locks. 

 

The NCIS agent licked up then down, his tongue swirling around the head. He placed his hands on the smaller man’s hips as he took the hard length down his throat. Speed bucked against the hands trying to thrust into the warm cavern.

 

“Tony… oh God… I’m going…” Speed whined. He felt the tingling down his spine. “That’s it…. Tony!” he shouted, as he came hard down his lover’s throat. Tony stood back up licking his lips.

 

“Bed. Now.” Speed pushed him towards the bedroom shredding his shirt off and tossing it next to the rest of his clothes.

 

By the time they got the bedroom Tony was just as naked. He pulled Speed back into his arms and kissed him deeply. The CSI swept his tongue through the warm mouth tasting himself. He pulled back and pushed Tony towards the bed. Tony grabbed Speed’s hand and stopped. His fingers caressed the scar on his shoulder.

 

“When did this happen?” Tony asked, concerned.

 

“Over nine months ago.” Speed shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”

 

“Speed this is a chest shot.” Tony looked at him with concern.

 

“I’m fine.” Speed pulled Tony’s hand up and kissed his fingers. “You want to explain this?” His fingers drifted across the white bandage on his left arm.

 

“It’s just a scratch.” The agent’s voice was thick with sarcasm.

 

Speed pulled Tony close. “You want to talk?”

 

Tony laid his head on Speed’s shoulder. “Not really… I came here to forget.”

 

Speed ran his hands up Tony’s back, along shoulders and into his hair. “Then let me help you forget.”

 

He pulled Tony’s head up and took his mouth into a deep kiss. Tony opened up, letting Speed’s tongue slip inside. Tony moaned, his erection coming back from Speed’s gentle caress. 

 

Tony pulled Speed to the bed. “I want you.”

 

“God…yes…” Speed pushed him onto the bed.

 

Tony grinned and pulled Speed with him, rolling them until the smaller man was pinned under him. He kissed him hard and deep, his hands roaming over the smooth body. Speed arched into the touch, whimpering as Tony played his body like an instrument.

 

It didn’t take long for either man to be hard and panting with need. Tony leaned over and opened the nightstand drawer. He paused and looked over at the CSI holding up handcuffs. “Kinky.”

 

“Shut up, get the lube and condom, and get inside of me. NOW!” Speed growled. His legs were spread wide, cock hard and aching, and his eyes filled with lust. 

 

Tony grabbed the necessary items and moved between Speed’s legs.   The brunette grabbed his thighs and pulled his legs up and apart. Tony moaned at the open invitation. He slipped on the condom then lubed himself up. He added more lube to his fingers, slipping one into the willing body.

 

“Don’t need that much prep,” Speed groaned. “Please Tony….”

 

Tony added a finger and quickly prepared his lover. Speed’s whines, pants, and threats made it clear that he had enough prep time. Tony lined up and slowly entered the warm tight hole. Once fully buried inside, he leaned forward, resting his hands next to Speed’s head. He stole a passionate kiss then began to thrust.   The brunette wrapped his legs around Tony’s chest, meeting each thrust with one of his own. 

 

Sweat poured off of them as they strived for completion. Tony shifted his position took hold of Speed’s legs, opening him up, to him and began to pound into him. Speed moaned deep in his throat as each hard thrust hit that one spot. He stroked his own cock, matching Tony’s thrusts.   Tony placed his hand over Speed’s, his thumb caressing the purple head, sending Speed over the edge. The brunette’s muscles clamped down around Tony, making him moan in pleasure. He thrust deep into his lover and came, Speed’s name on his lips.

 

Speed laid boneless on the bed. “Damn…”

 

Tony pulled out and disposed of the condom. He staggered to the bathroom and got a warm wash cloth. He cleaned up the two of them then lay back down on the bed. Speed got them under the covers and curled up with Tony.

 

“How long are you staying?” Speed asked.

 

“I’m not sure. Maybe forever,” Tony chocked back.

 

“Talk to me.” Speed kissed his softly.

 

“It was either a really bad joke or my team has decided I’m not part of them.” Tony rolled onto his side and looked at Speed. “I found out they all had dinner and didn’t invite me.”

 

Speed’s forehead furrowed. “How?”

 

“They told me.” Tony closed his head. “Ziva, my new partner, and I got stuck in a shipping container. She tried to shoot the lock…”

 

“In a metal container?” Speed shook his head. “That how you got your scratch?”

 

“Yeah, but according to her it was a scratch and I was just hamming it up,” Tony snorted.

 

“What happened?” Speed cupped his cheek.

 

“I found out she had McGee and Jimmy over for dinner, no big. Then… as we’re around my desk after the case is closed she asks me if I want to come over for dinner. Then Abby says her cooking his great, come to find out she was with McGee and Jimmy, then Gibbs…” Tony choked. “Gibbs agreed. They all had got together and had a team meal…”

 

Speed pulled Tony into his arms. “Stay in Miami. You don’t need that. If they don’t want you I know a team that could use someone like you.”

 

“A screw up?” Tony’s voice was bitter.

 

“A trained cop, with federal experience, and CSI training,” Speed’s voice was firm. “You would like Horatio he’s a great boss. And Calleigh, man, don’t piss her of though she’s an expert with guns, and I think Eric could use competition for the ladies man.”

 

Tony laughed. He sat up and looked up at Speed. “Really?”

 

“Tomorrow I’ll take you to the lab.” Speed pulled him back into his arms. “In the meantime sleep.”


Tony yawned and quickly fell asleep. Speed held him through the night.

 

~ Morning ~

 

Speed woke up as his bed shifted. He turned and blinked, then smiled up at his lover. “Hey.”

 

Horatio kissed him softly. “You’ve got company.”

 

Speed grinned. “I think I just recruited us a new CSI.”

 

“Nice recruiting technique.” Horatio shook his head smiling at his lover. “So, who is this?” 

 

“Tony DiNozzo, NCIS Agent.” Speed shifted, making sure Tony was still asleep. “He showed up unexpectedly last night.”

 

“The one you met in Baltimore?” Horatio asked, curious.

 

“Yeah.” Speed smiled down at Tony then frowned. “His team really did a number on him.”

 

Horatio looked over at him. “He looks tired, worn out, reminds me of a certain CSI a year ago.”

 

Speed looked down, remembering what he was like then and how Horatio helped him through the darkness. “He needs us, this…” he gestured between the three of them. “He needs Miami and a team who cares. A team that sticks by you.”

 

Horatio looked between the two. “Just as long he knows I don’t mind sharing, but you are mine.”

 

“I won’t steal him away.” Tony shifted and looked at the two men. “Though I have to admit this is got to be one of the weirdest moments I’ve been in.”

 

Horatio held out his hand. “Horatio Caine.”

 

“Tony DiNozzo.” Tony shook his hand. “About last night…”

 

“No worries, you needed him.” Horatio kissed Speed on the forehead. “Now why don’t you two get dressed and we’ll have breakfast and discuss the joys of working in Miami.”

 

Tony watched Horatio walk out of the room. He looked back at Speed, who was watching the redhead. “Wow.”

 

Speed blushed. “He’s great, helped me through some rough times.”

 

Tony glanced at the bullet wound. “He cares for his team.”

 

“He does.” Speed got out of the bed and headed for the shower. “So how do you like tall dark, Russian Cubans?”

 

Tony eyed the retreating CSI. He had a feeling he was going to like Miami.

 

~ The End ~

            ~ Or is it ~