Author's Note: This story is rated M for a reason! If slash or graphic sex isn't your thing turn back now!

Cobalt

Chapter One: Under the Influence

Gibbs was busy measuring and marking where he had to drill the holes in the skeleton of his boat when his cell phone went off. He checked the watch on his wrist and wondered who was calling him at the ungodly hour then a feeling of dread set in. He hoped they weren't being assigned a case. They couldn't work another case, not so soon after the last one had ended. Their last case had been hell and they'd only closed it hours earlier.

He snatched his phone off his work table and lifted it to his ear, flipping it open with one finger as he did. "Gibbs."

"Uh, hi, hello." The voice on the other end sounded nervous and Gibbs found himself already growing impatient. "My name is Dalton. I'm a bartender here at Cobalt. Tony's here and I was wondering if there would be any way you could come get him. You were the first ICE contact in his phone."

"Ice?" Gibbs asked

"In case of emergency," Dalton explained.

"Right, I knew that," Gibbs said kicking himself for not taking a second to think about it. It was late—early actually and Gibbs was still getting used to all the new trends and technology. "Is Tony okay?"

"He just had a little too much to drink," Dalton said as he watched Tony start doing a striptease while standing on a pool table, singing karaoke. "Make that a lot too much to drink."

"Which bar did you say he was at?" Gibbs asked rubbing the back of his head.

"Cobalt," Dalton answered.

"Cobalt?" Gibbs repeated. How had he missed that first time around and why was Tony at a gay bar? "I'll be right there."

Despite it being after two o'clock in the morning, Cobalt was packed to the brim and still as busy as it had been at eight o'clock the evening before. Gibbs pulled into a parking spot labeled 'drunk passenger loading zone' and got out. He explained his way past the bouncer at the door and headed for the bar, spotting Tony immediately.

"You must be Gibbs," the young, dark haired bartender said when he approached.

"Sweetheart!" Tony exclaimed, his eyes wide and his smile as bright as ever. He threw his arms around Gibbs' neck and pulled him into a tight hug. "I thought you'd never come," he whispered into Gibbs' ear before he started giggling.

The hot breath on his ear sent shivers down Gibbs' spine but Gibbs did his best to ignore them. "How much have you had to drink?" he asked as he pried the young man's arms from around his neck.

"Juss a lil bit," Tony slurred holding up his fingers in an attempt to show Gibbs how little he'd consumed.

"Mm-hmm," Gibbs hummed as he turned to the bartender. "Thanks for the call, Dalton."

"Not a problem," Dalton said. "Here's his phone and his shirt. I caught him mid-striptease."

Gibbs smirked and looked back at Tony.

"Les get you home, Sweetheart," Tony slurred draping an arm across Gibbs' shoulder.

Gibbs took hold of Tony's wrist, holding the arm over his shoulders in place and wrapped his other arm around Tony's waist in an attempt to steady him then they started for the door. They hadn't made it two feet before Tony tripped on the carpeted floor.

"Easy," Gibbs said, pausing to let Tony get his balance.

"Careful," Tony said as if Gibbs were the one who'd stumbled.

As soon as they made it out the front door, Tony pulled free from Gibbs' grasp and turned to face the bushes. "Gotta hit the head," he said lowering his zipper and pulling his dick out.

"Ah, ah, ah, put that away!" Gibbs scolded. "I will not let you pee in public, especially in front of a busy bar."

Tony looked around then his eyes found Gibbs' again. "Thought we were in a ress-room," he said tucking himself back into his jeans and raising his zipper. "Hey look! I found the car! Gimme the keys, 'm drivin'."

"Oh no you're not," Gibbs said.

"Oh yes I am," Tony insisted holding out his hands for the keys.

"Uh-uh, not gonna happen," Gibbs said.

"I'm perfecly cabaple of drivin'," Tony stuttered, growing impatient, "fork 'em over."

"Tony, I don't even think you're capable of getting yourself into a taxi cab," Gibbs said nudging him towards the passenger side.

"Taxi!" Tony called raising his hand in the air and looking around for whatever taxi Gibbs was talking about.

"The taxi's right here, Tony," Gibbs said patiently as he opened the car door for Tony.

"Oh, here it is, Sweetheart," Tony said smiling at Gibbs. "Les go home."

Gibbs got Tony in the car and buckled his seatbelt for him then released a deep breath on his way around to his side of the car. He'd never seen Tony quite so drunk before and wondered what had precipitated it. Their last case had been difficult but only in the sense of working nonstop for days on end. No children were involved; no one had even died. It was just a fairly basic run of the mill drug case. It was nothing that would tempt his agent to head to the bar and get wasted in an effort to forget.

The car ride back to the house was quiet until Gibbs pulled off on the exit in Alexandria that would take them to his house. He wasn't quite sure why but he'd decided to just take Tony home with him rather than dump him at his own place. Perhaps it was so he could keep an eye on him or maybe it was so he could try to figure out what was going on or it could've been a little of both.

"What happened tonight, Tony?" Gibbs asked as he pointed the car in the direction of his house. He realized Tony was too drunk to make much sense or maybe even remember but he decided to ask anyways.

"Mmm… there's music," Tony said with a nod of his head and a smile, "and strippers." He laughed. "Me. I was the stripper, Boss." He laughed even harder. "And scotch. Shaken, not stirred. Never stir it, Boss."

"I'll try to remember that," Gibbs said. He had no idea what Tony was talking about.

"James Bond," Tony continued, "'cept he drinks martinis. Not scotch. I need a martini." More laughter. "Shaken, not stirred."

Gibbs was quiet while Tony rambled about Bond and alcoholic beverages then switched to talking about Bond girls and the Bond cars. Apparently even when he was plastered Tony's movie knowledge didn't waver. Gibbs pulled into his driveway and shut the car off then went around to Tony's side and helped him get out.

"Let me help you," Tony said as Gibbs pulled his arm across his shoulders and wrapped his other arm firmly around Tony's waist.

With Gibbs holding tightly to Tony, the two men managed to make it up the steps and into the house. As soon as they were inside Tony turned to face Gibbs and wrapped his arms around the older man's neck. Gibbs just watched, waiting to see what Tony was going to do.

"Wanna know a secret?" Tony asked, still slurring his words.

"Sure," Gibbs said. Did he really want to know the secret? Was it even a secret? Tony was so out of his mind drunk it was no telling what was going to come out of his mouth.

"There's this guy who I work with," Tony said. He looked around the entryway to make sure they were alone then lowered his voice as he continued. "He's my boss." He laughed deviously. "Even though he's a bastard, I love him." Tony nodded. He had the most serious look he'd had all night on his face.

Gibbs was positive it was the alcohol talking. Tony was only into girls. That didn't explain why he was at a gay bar but Gibbs was sure he had a good reason. "Why don't you tell him?" he asked. He would play along with whatever game Tony was playing. It wasn't like Tony would remember any of it in the morning anyways.

"Erm, no," Tony said shaking his head. "Can't. Can't do it. He likes girls."

If nothing else Gibbs was satisfied that he'd been able to keep his attraction to Tony and his occasional romp with a man a secret.

"Boss?"

Gibbs' eyes met Tony's, a little surprised. Moments earlier the young man hadn't known he was talking to. "Hmm?"

"I—" he drew out the word, "I love you, Sweetheart."

Gibbs narrowed his eyes. He was confused and getting tired of the games. Actually, if he was honest, he was just getting frustrated because he couldn't figure out if Tony meant what he was saying or not. Alcohol wouldn't give someone a sudden crush on someone and it most certainly wouldn't turn them gay. Besides, Tony had been sober when he'd chosen to go to Cobalt, one of the best gay bars in the city.

"Come on, Tony," he said starting up the stairs.

After several missteps and both of them nearly stumbling backwards on more than one occasion they finally made it to the top. Gibbs helped Tony into his bedroom where he once again found himself in an embrace by the younger man.

"What're you doin'?" Gibbs asked.

"I like your shirt," Tony said. More laughing. At least Tony was a happy drunk.

Gibbs looked down at the comfy Marine Corps t-shirt he'd thrown on when he got home from work and was a bit confused. There was nothing designer about it and Tony usually only admired designer clothes. Before he had time to figure it out he felt hands brushing down his chest and abs then resting on the front of his jeans.

"Whoa, Stud," he said, moving Tony's hands away from his crotch, "let's keep our hands to ourselves."

"'m horny," Tony said.

"I see that," Gibbs said. "Let's get you into bed."

"You're coming too, right, Boss?" Tony asked as he started stripping.

Gibbs stared as Tony's jeans fell to the floor. When Tony went to push his boxers down Gibbs grabbed his wrists and stopped him.

"Want me to undress you first?" Tony asked.

"No, Tony," Gibbs said. "I won't be undressing."

"But 'm horny," Tony said, "and I love you."

"I won't be one of your one night stands," Gibbs said.

"One night stand?" Tony scoffed. "Who's standing?!"

"Lie down," Gibbs said pulling the comforter and sheet back.

"I always sleep naked," Tony said pushing his boxers down and kicking them off.

Gibbs turned and was greeted by a very happy Tony with not a stitch of clothing on. His eyes automatically went to Tony's dick. It was flaccid from far too much alcohol but still impressive. "Lie down," Gibbs said peeling his eyes away from Tony's most private parts. "I'll tuck you in."

Tony obeyed, much to Gibbs' relief. "Tomorrow," Tony said.

Gibbs waited for him to finish his thought while he pulled the blankets over him but he never did. "Tomorrow you and I are gonna have a little talk," Gibbs said brushing Tony's hair off his forehead.

Tony yawned then his head sank into the pillow and within a few seconds he was snoring softly.