Tony and Jethro were curled up in Tony's bed, the big screen TV on, all the lights off,

and curtains drawn, leaving them in near darkness. "You sure you want to do this, Tony?" Jethro asked. His lover had come up with a fun way to pass the time while the football playoff game was on. They each had their home team. Whenever that team scored, a favor would have to be given. Gibbs was a Philadelphia Eagles fan from childhood and Tony was pulling for the Superbowl champ New York Giants. They both had something invested in their home teams and with the promise of sexual favors, it made the game more exciting.

"Okay, your team scored a field goal. What sort of favor you want?" Jethro mussed Tony's hair affectionately. It was only six minutes in and the Giants had scored. Gibbs sighed inwardly, rooting the Eagles on.

"Since it was just a field goal, I suppose that I could go easy on you. Start slow and all of that." Tony had a feeling he was really going to enjoy winning this bet. "I think that for a field goal, that should equate to a blow job in your office. You can get the camera off by flicking your magic switch, so we won't have to worry about outing ourselves to the world."

Fuck fuck fuck! Things had been going so well, they had the Eagles stopped, but then a penalty was called and the Eagles scored easily. Now he was going to have to do whatever the boss wanted, and it couldn't lead to anything good. "Your pick I guess. Just don't get used to it, they aren't going to score again."

"But I will," Gibbs said with a smirk. "You, me, the car. A ten minute blow job and don't make me come. I'd have to throw a penalty flag and dock you ... something. And the extra point gives me an extra minute with that talented mouth.

Jet sighed dramatically, stroking Tony's hair. They'd decided to watch the game in bed since they'd been pushing both ends with some cases.

"Yes! Five yard penalty. Second down. Your boys aren't going to score on this run, Tony. Get that jaw relaxed." He ran his hands over Tony's body as they watched.

Not five minutes later, Jethro threw his head back and laughed. "Interception, boy. You're going to get a workout when my boys rout yours."

Tony growled, a pout appearing on his face."We never said the bet included interceptions, Jethro. Just points scored, and don't be calling them your boys. You're from a couple hours away from Philly. The Giants are almost as much your boys as the Eagles are."

"Look, Tony. A guy doesn't have to live in a team's hometown to root for them. Otherwise, we'd be Redskin fans and let's not go there. I couldn't respect you in the morning." He turned his attention back to the game.

"Come on! What the hell?" He sighed dramatically. "Your possession, DiNozzo." As the commercials started rolling, he let his hand drift over Tony's thighs. This was a clothing-optional game after all, and he liked exploring what his boy had to offer.

"I might be glad by the end of the night that this is a low scoring game. Especially since my boys aren't playing so well. Your team can't seem to get it together either."

"Boss, I'm not much for the halftime report, never did see the point. Why don't we hit the mute button, and get some cuddle time in. Might be the only action we get from the second half."

Jethro didn't say anything, just slid down Tony's body and started licking the flesh of his navel. He didn't much care for the halftime reports anyway, with the analysis and over analysis. Not when he had his boy here, hard and straining.