Now beta-ed by the wonderful hell.beast! (you totally rock) I'm eternally grateful that someone had enough patience to correct my less then fantastic English grammar…..still any mistakes present are still my own fault!
A/N: this is my first attempt at a NCIS story, so please let me know what you think of it, and whether I should continue it or not. O, before I forget this is SLASH people, so don't like that….don't read it!
When it was daytime he could pretend. It was difficult, and was getting tougher every day, but he would manage, he had to manage. He just had to continue to act like his subordinates expected from him: Jethro Gibbs, with the second B for Bastard, three times married and a coffee addict. He was fine with that, really he was. It was much better that they see that, then them actually trying to see what was going on inside his head, because that would be a problem. But at night in his bed, he could not pretend anymore.
In bed he dreamed about Tony. About the way Tony would feel to him, tender like a balm to his inner rage. He would wrap himself around Gibbs with his warmth, his whispers, his words and his strength. He would lie beneath him, arching into Gibbs touch, caressing him, surrendering to him, loving him. He knew that he needed these dreams as much as he hated them: they fuelled his passion to heights that were becoming dangerously, but since he knew that he could never have Tony for real….he would dream about it. And he would pray that that would stay enough.
TBC………….if you liked it, let me know and this story will continue, otherwise I will be too depressed to write more.