Tony smirked. "Yeah, you could wash yourself, or you could wash me. I vote for the later option. Besides. I like an excuse to touch you." He shrugged, almost attempting to appear innocent. "And I know you like it when I touch you, so Domt act like this is actully bothering you." His lips tugged up into a crooked grin. "Does your ass still hurt?" He asked, liking the idea of having to carry Tim in the airport. It would be awesome to carry him in front of tons of people with Tim's arms wrapped around his neck. He might even give Tim a little kiss to make it even better.

Tim raised an eyebrow lightly, but couldn't disagree with with that. He honestly wouldn't mind washing Tony. It actually sounded like a good idea. A small, faint blush spread across his face when he heard Tony's comment about Tim liking his touch. He also couldn't argue with that. He could say that he didn't like it, but they both would know it wasn't true. Tim shifted slightly, trying to decide if he was still hurting. Yes... But it wasn't as bad as it was when he woke up. "A little... I will be able to walk, if that's what you're worried about."

Tony's face got a dangerous look on it. "Tim, you'd best at least pretend you can't walk and give me what I want, or I'm going to go another round with you that will leave your ass hurting for weeks. Take your pick." He not only was saying that to get what he wanted, but also because he sure that would make Tim blush. Tim was really cute when he blushed and that made Tony do just about anything to make him blush that he could.

Sure enough, a dark blush spread across Tim's face before he could stop it. He couldn't believe Tony just said that. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow slightly, trying very hard to get rid of the blush. "Do you really think I'm going to pretend I can't walk?" He asked. If Tony was wanting to carry him, that was fine... Just as long as it wasn't out in public. There's no way Tim was going to allow that.

Tony growled and then picked Tom up put of the tub. "Tim, I get what I want, and when I don't, I take what I want." He said, tossing the other on the bed and kissing him roughly. "You're not going to be walking." He whisperers, taking a little nip at Tim's ear. "Are you ready for another round?" Tony wasn't kidding either. He was ready to make walking impossible for the other man. He just wanted the chance to give that public display of affection. "Come on, we won't even know the people at the airport." He purred. "Do this the easy way Tim, it'll hurt your ass a lot less."

Tim was mildly surprised when Tony had picked him up, even though he was kind of expecting it. He felt the air leave his lungs when he hit the bed and a small smile formed on his face. He moved a hand to twist his fingers in Tony's hair, pulling him in for a kiss. Tim briefly considered going another round, but decided against it. They only had the room for the one noght and if they went again, they would miss check-out time. "As tempting as another round is... I'm going to have to pass." He said, pushing on Tony's shoulder to get the man off him. "We should get going."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Fine, but even if we're not going again, I'm getting My way." He grabbed the little bit of stuff they'd bright and then carried Tim to the elevator. The woman that was at the checkout desk was giggling. "Dod you sleep well gentlemen?" She asked and Tony smirked. "I don't know. How about you Tim? Did you sleep well?" He looked back at the woman. "I think we were a bit to busy to sleep." He purred making her giggle even more. Tony took Tim to the airport, not really struggling with the extra weight of the man all that much. He did wish they'd had a car though. He bought the airline tickets and got a few stares. He kissed Tim deeply and affectionately, making a mother cover her daughter's eyes. "Mmm...you taste good." He whispered to the other man.

Tim wanted to protest when he was picked up again, planning on saying to at least let him walk til they got to the airport. But he decided to just go with it and let Tony have his way this once. A blush spread across his face when he heard what was said at the front desk, surprised that Tony actually said that. The blush had faded by the time they got to the airport, but came back when Tony had kissed him. "Can you put me down now?" He asked, feeling kind of awkward. Tony was taking this just a little too far. "We should probably call Gbbs before flying back, to make sure we know what we're supposed to do. After all, I might have just been paranoid last night about Sam."

Tony forced Tim to sit on his lap in a chair while they waited for their flight. "Sure, I don't have to carry you." He said, grinning. "You call Gibbs." He handed Tim his phone and then draped his arms around his waist. "I don't think you were paranoid though. He was acting like a creeper. Don't you think it was odd for him to put us in a room that had no immediate escape route? I think he wanted us to be trapped in there." Tony shrugged. "Then again, I could just be paranoid too."

Tim squirmed some, not wanting to sit on Tony's lap. This was so embarrassing. But he sighed and leaned back, resting against the other man's chest as he took hold of the phone. "It was very odd." He agreed, dialling Gibbs' number. "Let's just hope we're not worried for no reason." He held the phone to his ear, shifting some so that Tony would be able to hear what was said as well. Tim didn't want to have to repeat anything later.

Tony liked having Tim leaned up against his chest like this. He waited until Gibbs answered the phone to slid his hands up Tim's shirt, trying to make him squel. He could see other people staring at him and so he stopped, grinning sheepishly as a woman glared at him. He nibbled on Tim's ear instead. He could hear Gibbs on the phone. "DiNozzo?" He questioned since Tim was using Tony's phone and that was what had come up on his caller I.D. "Where are you?!" Gibbs yelled. "Where is Sam? He cut off his phone and we can't track him."

Tim squirmed, wanting to move away, but needing Tony to hear what was going on. But he wished that the other man would behave a little better. They were in public, for crying out loud! Tim flinched slightly at Gibbs' yell, holding the phone back for a minute before putting it back against his ear. "I don't know boss. Sam was acting suspiciously last night so me and Tony went to stay somewhere else. We both suspect he's up to something."

Tony went to lick Tim's neck, but Gibbs' yelling told him he should probably just behave. Gibbs answered Tim. "Well, him turning off his phone is pretty suspicious. I want yuh two back here where I can keep an eye on you." He sounded really worried which annoyed Tony. He thought Gibbs might be thinking that just because they where bisexual made them weaker. It was annoying, but he'd have to deal with it. "Get on that plane and come straight here." Tony frowned. "Gibbs, how do you know where we are?" He asked, kind of freaked out. "I tracked you Tony." He said, like it was obvious. Tony took the phone and hung it up after telling Gibbs they'd be home soon. Now they just needed go wait for their flight.

Tim nodded, even though he knew Gibbs couldn't see him. He was glad that the boss actually agreed with him about this being suspicious. He didn't want to stay here for another moment. So once they were done with the call, Tim moved off of Tony's lap and into the seat next to him. A small smile formed on his face at Tony's shocked expression. Of course they had the call traced. It was kind of obvious. "I hope we don't have to wait too long for our flight."

Tony frowned when Tom got up. "hey..." He whined, clearly not pleased that he had moved. "Tim! You're asking for it! I'm totally going to make you pay!" He laughed. "You know you'll like it though. I wonder if that why you do stuff that requires me punishing you." he wondered if Timoked kinky stuff. He planned on finding out. After all, Gibbs had practically given them the ok anyway, so they wouldn't have to worry about hiding it.

Tim raised an eyebrow at Tony's whine. That was kind of childish and just a little bit amusing. He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. "Who says I'm going to let you punish me?" He asked, curious. Tim was open to trying different things, but there were always things that he will say no too.

Tony smirked. Who says you have much of a choice. Besides, why wouldn't you let me punish you? You seemed to like it before." He said with a grin. Tony didn't really think Tim would try and stop him if he wanted to 'punish' him. Though he wasn't sure how Tim would feel about leather and dogcollars. He was pretty ready for the plane to get here. The sonner they got home, the more time he'd have with Tim alone.

Tim raised an eyebrow lightly as a faint blush spread across his face. Okay... Maybe he wouldn't mind having Tony 'punish' him. He was curious as to what the other man would have had in mind. He stood up, pushing the blush down. "Looks like our plane's here." He said, picking up his bag. He was more than ready to get out of here.

Tony laughed at the blush he could clearly see on Tim's face. "Hmp. You like the very idea of me being rough with you. I can tell." He said with a sadistic smirk. He shrugged when Tom informed him the plane had arrived. "Very well, change the subject now Tim, but tonight you'll have to face this topic again in a much more physical way." He followed the other and got onto the plane, sitting in his seat and getting comfortable. "Tim. Do you think Gibbs will be glad to see us?" Tony asked.

Tim wanted to protest the whole him liking when Tony was tough thing, but he couldn't think of a decent arguement right now. He'll think of something later. Once on the plane, Tim took the window seat and leaning back in his seat. "Well... I would like to think that he will be... It's better than thinking that he won't be glad." He knew Gibbs cared about them and wanted them to stay safe, so he had to believe that he would be glad to see them.

Tony nodded. "I just worry he'll be pissed we up and left Sam. If that man is innocent we'll be in deep crap. I don't want to imagine how angry Gibbs will be." He frowned. "But then again, if we were right he'll be happy we escaped while we could. Then we'll get praise." He smiled at that thought. Tony was like some sort of puppy when it came to praise. He loved to be told he'd done something right. He loved it even more when Tim told him he did something right. The very best kind or praise of all though was when he had Tim moaning his approval. That was certainly the best kind of praise because he knew it was him who was making Tim feel line that, not some skank from a bar. He noticed he was staring off into space and then came back to reality, snuggling close to Tim the best he could. He laid his head on the other's chest, not giving a damn about the weird looks he was getting. Their disapproval didn't matter to him at all. Only Tim mattered right now.

Tim shrugged, thoughtful. "Well... Gibbs says that they couldn't track Sam's phone, which he agreed was suspicious. Plus he did tell us to get on the plane and come back." He knew how much Tony craved getting praise, so even if their boss got mad, Tim would still say they did good. After all, they were always told to follow their gut in these type of situations and his was telling him something was wrong. There was absolutely no way he was just going to stay there. If something had happened to Tony, he would have felt absolutely terrible. Tim shifted some when the other snuggled up next to him. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. After all, they weren't dating, so Tim knew he should probably push him away. But he couldn't bring himself too. So he settled back in his seat, relaxing some.

Tony was glad Tim didn't seem to mind him being so close. Maybe that meant Tim was staring to like him, but then, maybe it didn't. Either way, he was comfortable right now and he was going to stay right here. He pulled up a blanket and covered himself as the plane was a bit chilly. He knew that the looks people were shooting at them might bother Tim, but he just didn't want to move. He was so comfortable right here. Tony had just been drifting off to sleep when he heard a man behind them having to explain why Tony was clinging to Tim like a wet rag. "You see, some men are confused sweetie, and they make mistakes. Those men think they love each other and so they disturb the rest of us. You dint ever want to be like that ok?" The man explained and Tony got off of Tim quite quickly, like he'd been burned or something. He pulled the blanket around his shoulders and glanced at Tim a few times to see if he'd embarrassed the other. "I'm not confused and I'm not making a mistake." He hissed, loud enough for the man to hear. I'm perfectly happy and just so you know, it's not even like that. We are not a couple. Maybe you should stop just inferring things and shut your fucking mouth." Tony could feel his anger escalating so he clamped his mouth shut to prevent saying anything else. He turned sideways in his seat and curled up in the fettle position, about to go back to sleep.

Tim settled further back in his seat and let his eyes slid closed. He was actually quite comfortable like this and he was sure that he'd be able to get some sleep. He didn't really care much about if there were people staring. It wasn't as if they knew anyone on this plane. He was starting to drift off when he heard the man's voice and he tensed. He felt an anger building in him and he pushed it down quickly before he did something he'd end up regretting. Tim turned in his seat to glare at the man. "You know, it's said that when men talk like that to others, it's just because they are jealous that other men can express themselves more freel than you can." He said, crossing his arms. He was aware he basically called this man gay without really saying it, but he didn't care. He figured he would have been too stupid to understand it anyway.

Tony felt a little smile creeping up on his face as Tim talked down to that man. He wondered if he'd be smart enough to figure out what Tim had just said, because even Tony who was a bit dense at times got that one loud and clear. "Excuse me?" The man said, clearly annoyed. "I can express myself just fine thank you." Tony started laughing, seeing the man didn't really get the fact that Tim had called him gay and this man had basically just said he was without meaning to. The child looked puzzled, looking from Tim to his daddy. "Wait? Daddy? I don't get it." He said, trying to process this all. Tony laid back against Tim. "You are amazing." He said and nuzzled him.