A/N: My first NCIS one, so please don't kill me. Thanks to mianmaru for betaing. Comments and Kudos are love.

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own, the characters or anything else.

Tony

Tony went into the all too familiar living room, a sixpack in his hand. He wasn't surprised to find the room empty. Tony assumed his boss was working down in the basement, as he always did. And, thinking of the heat today, it would be more comfortable down there, anyway. He made his way to the kitchen, about to place the beer in the fridge as he heard some grinding noises from the garden. Quickly, he put the drinks away and took two bottles to the veranda, opening one on the way.

As he was about to take a sipp, he stopped dead in his tracks. The bottle halfway up and his mouth hanging slightly open. Gibbs was working on a big piece of wood placed on trestles, smoothing it with long strokes. That in itself wasn't surprising but all he was wearing was a washed out blue jeans. Tony could see Gibbs' muscles working under the skin. The mixture of sweat and sawdust sticking to his bare back. Tony couldn't take his eyes of that incredibly hot picture. It made him fantasise what those muscles would feel like under his fingertips, Gibbs hovering over him in a wild, passionate...

"Seen enough, DiNozzo?" Gibbs didn't even turn to verify his guest.

"Uh, yes boss. Sorry, boss." He snapped out of his thoughts , hurrying the few steps down to offer a bottle.

"I brought some beer. Thought you might like company." Tony was still kind of aroused by the working Gibbs. He'd had a thing for him for quite a while now but this was just… pretty damn hot.

Wordlessly Gibbs jolted his head towards a table surrounded by chairs. Tony casually strolled over, throwing hidden gazes to the half naked body. He let himself drop to the chair, sipping his drink. His brain was kind of foggy, clouded by a hardly controllable desire for his boss.

"Something wrong?" Gibbs inquired, still focused on his work.

"No. Why do you think so?" He felt somewhat caught by the other.

"You're quiet!"

Tony pulled himself together, determined to not reveal more than Gibbs already knew. He must have his own kind of spider senses, Tony was sure.

"Just tired, boss. This case has been more exhausting than I thought. I guess."

Gibbs grunted in return, stopped his movements and slowly walked towards the table. The front sight was as worth it as the back, Tony noticed with a gulb. He couldn't do anything but slide his gaze down the chest and along the lucky trail. Gibbs was now directly in front of him staring into his eyes with an unreadable gaze. Then he slowly bent down and stretched out his arm. Tony's breath got unsteady, not believing what was about to happen. He automatically closed his eyes, desire and fear creeping up on him.

As a few seconds passed he opened one eye, feeling the other man's shadow still on his face but nothing else. Gibbs was taking a huge gulp from his beer, he had just taken from the table behind him. Fuck. He really should calm down. It wasn't going to happen and he should stop praying for it.

Gibbs eyed him, still unreadable.

"Too tired to help?" He asked, pitching his head towards the wood. Tony smiled and got to his feet.

"Take your shirt off… Or don't complain, if it gets ruined." The older muttered. Tony's breath got stuck in his chest for a split second, then he slowly opened the buttons on his shirt. He would have sworn, Gibbs was watching him from the corner of his eye but today he wouldn't be surprised if he just imagined it. He hadn't been this fuzzy next to his boss since he first had discovered that his feelings for him were more than adoration.

Matching Gibbs in just his jeans, he walked to the massive piece of wood.

"This down. This up." Gibbs was even for a Gibbs predictably monosyllabic, today. With this, both man grabbed one end of the piece and carried it to the side. It was extremely heavy to Tony's surprise and he was wondering how the other had gotten it up there in the first place.

As they stemmed the untreated on the trestles, Tony noticed a pain on the lower side of his abdomen. He hissed but managed not to let the unbelievable weight in his hands drop.

Gibbs head jerked up at the noise, groaning a loud "Shit!" at the sight that greeted him.

"Inside!" The older demanded to Tony's confusion but he followed his lead.

"What are we going to do?" He asked puzzled.

"You're bleeding." Gibbs stated as if this would explain everything. Tony looked down at his belly. Right, he was bleeding and not too little. He was so distracted, he hadn't even noticed . They entered the kitchen and Gibbs ordered him to lay down on the kitchen table. One of Tony's dirty fantasies started exactly like this… okay without bleeding but... He was close to the edge now. All this sexual tension he had so safely stored away normally, were about to burst out. But he couldn't just grab Leroy Jethro 'straight as an arrow' Gibbs and kiss him until he liked it. There was no way of doing this. Or anything else but to leave as soon as possible and go back to jerking himself off under the shower as he so often did. Carefully, he lowered himself to the table, fixing his gaze to the ceiling and waiting for Gibbs to return with the first aid kid.

The sudden soft touch of rough fingers made him nearly jump. The older had sat down on the chair next to his side and was examining the tear in his body. An old woman naked, McGee naked, a cold shower! Whatever was helping to calm the stirring in his goin.

"Don't need stitches." Gibbs mumbled and Tony propped himself on his elbows to watch the fingers wandering over his skin. A strong hand on his chest pushed him back down. He knew he couldn't trust himself but he was still sure it stayed there longer than necessary and that Gibbs' fingers caressed his skin more than would be needed only to examine his wound. A sharp burn flooded his whole being. The older man pressed him to the uncomfortable surface and poured more of the antiseptic on the wound. He hissed in pain. His whole muscles tensed and… did Gibbs just liked his lips while gazing down on him? No! Definitely not! Or. He watched his boss closely, trying to find any evidence but he was just dressing the wound now, no emotion on his face. Pressing the patches around the gauze very tender, nearly lovingly, to his stomach.

Tony was on his elbow again, "My mom used to kiss it." He couldn't hold back as he saw the other staring at the bandage. Or at him.

"I'm not your mom, DiNozzo!" Gibbs got to his feet, head-slapped him and turned to leave.

"To bad!" Tony couldn't stop the words from spilling. The stirring in his goin was back. Gibbs froze in his movements as Tony sat up. "Sure you're not?" He desperately tried to stay silent but it just didn't work. The older turned back at him again, in his eyes was a brief sign of… what… hope maybe? And it was gone. Gone like Gibbs with a short and hard, "Sure!".

Tony was following him outside. Watching him working again. He should have left. Run for his life. Hide somewhere till his arousal died down or just leave town forever, so he could stop making a fool of himself.

"Can I try it, boss?" He watched the grinder sliding up and down the wood under Gibbs' hands. Hesitating for a short moment the other man handed him the tool. It was harder as it seems. Tony got stuck several times as he tried to master handling the tool.

"Long, smooth movements, DiNozzo." The older growled next to his ear. "Less pressure." Gibbs was directly behind him, his arms coming around to guide his. The naked chest pressed to his bare back as they worked the wood together. His cock was out of control now. No stirring anymore but hard on an instant, twitching with every motion. He would faint soon, immediately, he was absolutely sure about that. Even surprised that he was still on his feet.

Suddenly, Gibbs spun him around and pressed him against the nearby railing of the veranda with his whole body.

"God, DiNozzo! You drivin' me crazy. Strollin' in here whenever you like, looking like sex on legs and then a man is supposed to keep his self control!" Tony felt the hard length of the other pressing against his thigh. He gasped, not able to say anything. "Do you know how many times I was about to pin you somewhere and just fuck you till you beg for more?" Tony was gulping hard. The 'seemingly not as straight as an arrow' Gibbs wanted him? Without a second thought he pressed his lips to the so long desired mouth right in front of him. Something flinched through his whole body, from head to toe and made him instantly moan. It seemed to catch Gibbs of guard. Mere seconds passed till he moved but it was worth waiting. Immediately he took control, placing his hand at Tony's neck and deepening the kiss fiercely. They were both moaning as the older's tongue demanded entrance to Tony's mouth.

Not letting go of each other's lips, Gibbs directed him up to the veranda and into the kitchen while hands moved over bodies not wanting to miss a single spot. Tony kissed down his neck, tasting the sawdust and sweat on the skin. The older was about to lower him on the table, "Not here." He whispered as he took Gibbs hand and tucked him towards the upper floor.

Halfway up the stairs Gibbs pulled him back to kiss him hard again. Tony was about to break under the sexuall tension but was determined to reach his destination.