Title: Different sides of people. SLASH Gibbs/Tony
Summary: Gibbs goes to a familiar club to relax, never expecting to see anyone he knows there. What happens when he sees someone he knows and wants?
Wanted to write a story where Gibbs is the one doing the pursuing and Tony is new to everything.
Thanks so much to Alisa123 for editing. Editor/Beta's Notes: "I apologize if I've missed any mistakes, I am human...I do my best to catch ALL mistakes, but some can slip through. Thanks, Alisa" **
He loved this drive, even though it was over an hour, the landscape was beautiful and it gave him time to just relax. Having made the trip numerous times, he was on autopilot his mind deep in thought. Thoughts of the club he was headed to, the man he was trying to forget, and what if anything he was hoping to find at the club tonight. He always went to a club in Maryland, it was far enough away from D.C. that he had never run into anyone he knew, something he definitely wanted to avoid. It gave him complete anonymity and he liked it that way. He had never picked up anyone at the club, he socialized, bought a few drinks for himself and others...But,he had never met anyone that sparked his interest enough to take it any further. Well only once, but he realized quickly that his interest in the man had only been peaked because he reminded him of the man he was trying to forget. And for that reason alone he had not allowed it to go any further, even though a part of him had wanted to, but replacements never worked. He'd learned that the hard way.
Still the club provided a pleasant environment to have a drink and conversation if he wanted it. Tonight he would be happy just to have a drink and relax. The week had been insane, filled with murders, suicides, and countless other cases. It would be nice to just get away, not have to think or talk about work and forget everything. And he so wanted to forget, especially the man back home that had somehow worked his way into his conscious and unconscious mind. It wasn't bad enough that the man invaded his thoughts at work, but he had soon become the only visions in his dreams as well. Dreams full of hunger, lust and endless desire. He would wake up aroused and desperately needing a cold shower. Maybe if he didn't have to see the man every day it wouldn't be so difficult. Maybe if he didn't constantly have to see the man flirting with everything that walked by, it would have been easier. Instead he had to see it all on a daily basis and it fueled a jealousy he had no right to feel. He had learned to ignore it ,even though the jealousy screamed within him every time the man flirted or talked about another conquest. It didn't help that the man was straight and his escapades always involved women. You'd think that would have hindered the jealousy and the desire, but it only made it worse. It's always worse when you know you can't have what you want the most.
He pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car. Walking up to the door the bouncer smiled.
"Leroy." The two men shook hands.
"Mark, how's it going?" He used Leroy here, again to keep this world separate from his other world.
Jethro was to unique and memorable and Gibbs told too much.
"Busy tonight." Mark grinned. "Maybe tonight you'll actually leave with someone."
"Don't count on it." He chuckled and pulled the cover charge from his pocket and handed it to Mark.
"Birthday party here tonight too, already been here for a couple hours. Big group." Mark smirked. "I know how much you love that."
"Yeah. Loud and obnoxious parties. I love them." Leroy sighed.
"Hopefully they'll behave."
"Sure." Gibbs said sarcastically.
Walking into the club he was surprised how crowded it was, unusual for a Friday night. He looked around and found a small booth in the rear still empty and took a seat. As he sat down and looked around he saw the large group that Mark had been talking about. They had pushed three of the tables in front of the stage together, and were already drinking shots and laughing uncontrollably. Although most of them had their backs to Gibbs, he could tell they looked to be in their late thirties early forties.
"Hey Leroy." A bubbly smiling man said as he approached the booth.
"Hey." Gibbs smiled at the waiter.
"Your usual?"
"Yeah." Gibbs nodded.
"Be right back." The young man smiled.
And a moment later the man returned,Gibbs handed him a bill and told him to keep the change.
The man nodded. "I'll check on you a little later."
"Thanks." Gibbs nodded. The wait staff here knew him, knew he tipped well, knew he drank slowly on most nights, and didn't want mindless chatter. People here knew little about his personal life and he liked it that way.
He watched as a round of blow job shots was delivered to the birthday table and he chuckled. That was typical. The group put their hands behind their backs, and using only their mouth picked the drinks off the table. As the first man completed his drink, he threw his hands up and shouted. Gibbs raised an eyebrow the man was skilled. He took a swig from his beer and relaxed back into the booth. Soon the DJ would start the music and countless people would fill the dance floor. The music would reach Gibbs booth, but it would be low and muted. Another reason he liked this club. All the speakers were up front by the dance floor, to allow those who were not into the music and dancing to actually have conversations if they wanted. Plus although it was dark ,you could still see around you.
Another shout came up from the birthday group, as one man stood up and made a toast and everyone started singing happy birthday. When the song ended another man stood up, presumable the birthday boy and started talking. It was in a low enough voice that Gibbs only caught bits and pieces. Something about thanking all for coming, not everyone's cup of tea and being great friends. Gibbs got the impression some of the men were not interested in being at a gay club, as they were hitting on the one woman waitress in the place. She handled it skillfully, playing into it just enough to garnish good tips.
Gibbs was just considering waving down the waiter to send a birthday drink to the birthday boy, when a man approached his table.
"Care for some company." The man smiled.
Gibbs was about to decline, but then decided maybe some conversation wouldn't be a bad idea.
"Sure." Gibbs nodded. The man was attractive by anyone's standards. Mid to late thirties, short well styled deep black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was very well built, obviously he worked out a lot and his tight blue dress shirt was meant to show that off. His sleeves were rolled up to past his elbows and the color matched his eyes.
"Jameson." The man said extending his hand.
"Leroy." Gibbs said shaking hands.
"You a regular?"
Gibbs shrugged. "I try to get here at least once a month, sometimes more."
"This is my first time here."
"Enjoying yourself?" Gibbs asked.
"Yeah, it's a nice club, everyone is super friendly."
"Good."
"Do you dance?" Jameson asked.
"No." Gibbs chuckled. "Prefer not to embarrass myself."
"I'm sure you have some excellent skills."
"Not really for this kind of music."
"You from the area?" Jameson asked.
"Sort of."
Jameson put his elbow on the table, then his head in his hand. "Man of mystery."
Gibbs smirked. "Something like that."
"At least tell me you're single because I'll be extremely disappointed, if you tell me your married or taken." Jameson smiled that was bright and full of life.
"Single."
"Thank god!"
The waiter went to walk by and Gibbs stopped him.
"Can I get you something?" Gibbs asked.
"Sure Bourbon."
Gibbs looked surprised but smiled.
"Same." Gibbs nodded and the waiter disappeared to fill the order. "Bourbon?"
"Yeah." Jameson shrugged. "I don't know I just like the taste, smooth but then it surprises you with its fire."
"Yeah it does." Gibbs smirked.
"You strike me as like that." Jameson paused. "Very smooth but then when it comes down to it fire all the way."
Gibbs shook his head.
The waiter returned and sat there drinks down. Gibbs handed him the money and nodded to keep it.
"God, that sounded like a really bad come on line didn't it?" Jameson rolled his eyes. "Sorry."
"No apologies necessary."
"Sign of weakness." Jameson nodded.
"What?" Gibbs brow furrowed.
"Nothing, just something a friend of mine always says." Jameson shook his head.
"A friend that's with you tonight?" Gibbs asked.
"Yeah he's one of the birthday boys." The man nodded towards the tables down front.
"Right. I heard the singing earlier." Gibbs smirked there was no way he could know anyone in the group.
The man laughed. "Well we should probably leave the singing to professionals."
Gibbs chuckled. "So there's more than one birthday boy?"
"Yeah. Two of the guys have birthdays today. Weird, but makes celebrating easier." Jameson smiled.
"You should come join the party."
"I'm not really a party kinda guy."
Jameson nodded. "I get that about you, but I thought I would try."
"Thanks for the invite though."
"Mind if I check in with my friends and come back." Jameson asked. "I didn't tell them I was going to disappear, because I found some handsome man to talk to."
"Sure. I'll be here." Gibbs smiled.
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"We thought you got lost." The birthday boy said to Jameson.
"Found something I'm interesting in." Jameson grinned. "He bought me a Bourbon and never even blinked an eye."
The birthday boy rolled his eyes. "Seriously, you and the Bourbon."
"What he ordered one too." Jameson smiled. "And he's hot. A white dress shirt untucked and sleeves rolled up, black dress slacks, and icy blue eyes that could give mine a run for their money."
"I know how you love those blue eyes."
Jameson sighed. "I'm going to go back and talk to him for awhile.'
"Ask him to join us?"
Jameson shook his head. "I asked, he's not really the party type. He's one of those quiet loner types, all mysterious, probably totally in the closet but hell I'll climb in there with him."
The other man rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you will."
"I'll be back I want to get a number and pray I can maybe talk him into a dance."
"Go for it."
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"I'm back." Jameson smiled as he stood next to Gibbs' booth again holding his glass.
"I see that."
Jameson slid in next to Gibbs.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
"Is this okay?" Jameson asked.
Gibbs nodded, but slid back slightly.
"You come here at least once a month, but still single. Why?" Jameson said taking a sip of the Bourbon.
"I could ask why a good looking man like you is single."
"You could and the answer would be I'm looking for Mr. Right not Mr. One Night."
"I see." Gibbs smiled.
"I know I come off as the fun loving party time, and I enjoy that, but it would be nice to just stay at home and cuddle up by the fire." Jameson paused. "And it's hard to find someone who can put up with the weird long hours I put in at my job."
"Your job?"
"I'm a firefighter, so I usually work two weeks then have a week off, if I'm lucky and that's if I don't cover for someone." Jameson sighed. "A lot of dates get interrupted, tends to upset guys."
"I have the same problem." Gibbs nodded.
"Let me guess Cop?" Jameson grinned. "You have that air and definitely military or ex-military."
"Yeah, was military."
"You must look amazing in uniform."
Gibbs snickered. "Don't know about that."
"I guarantee you do." Jameson smiled. "Okay I normally wouldn't ask but-"
"Ask what?"
"Could I get your number?" Jameson asked.
"No."
"Can I give you mine?" Jameson paused. "Maybe you'll need to call me for a fire."
Gibbs laughed. "Right."
Jameson leaned forward and Gibbs felt his hand at his belt. Gibbs grabbed his wrist and Jameson grinned.
"I grabbed your phone. I was going to put my number in it."
Gibbs looked down and Jameson had his phone in his hand, he had forgot he had clipped it to his belt. Gibbs released the man's wrist.
Jameson pushed some numbers on the phone then held it up to Gibbs.
"There's my number and I hope you use it." Jameson said as he closed the phone and reached down again clipping the phone back on Gibbs belt, but this time letting his hand glide down Gibbs' thigh.
"And I may be here tomorrow night."
"I may be too."
There was some loud shouts from the dance floor and Jameson and Gibbs both looked out at the dance floor.
"Oh god they got the birthday boy's out on the dance floor." Jameson laughed. "And they are both already tipsy."
Gibbs gaze locked on a member of the group, staring surprised at who he saw, he had to be mistaken.
"Something wrong?" Jameson asked seeing the frozen look on Gibbs face.
"Is today the nineteenth?"
"Yeah." Jameson again looked to see exactly where Gibbs was staring. "Do you know Tony?"
It took Gibbs a moment to answer. Part of him wanted to say no to avoid any conversation that would follow if he answered yes.
"Yeah." Gibbs finally nodded.
The group started to leave the dance floor and as Tony approached the table he stopped feeling the stare deep within him. He looked back at the booths behind the table and saw the two men sitting there. His eyes went wide just for a moment,as they locked on the icy blue eyes that he was use to seeing every day. He swallowed hard and grabbed a chair afraid he would fall over. This couldn't be, he couldn't be here. Why would he be here?
Gibbs wanted to look away, wanted to believe that what he was seeing was just some wishful allusion that was in front of him, but he knew that wasn't the case. Still he couldn't do anything but stare.
Jameson waved at Tony. "Tony come here.
Tony shook his head and finally looked away and sat down.
Turning back to Gibbs, Jameson looked confused.
"I thought you said you knew Tony?"
"I do."
"Then I don't understand why he wouldn't join us." Jameson asked.
"Was it Tony's idea to come here?" Gibbs asked praying it was.
"No, the other birthday boy, Michael." Jameson said.
"Right." Gibbs sighed. "You're one of Tony's frat brothers?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
Gibbs cleared his throat. "Long story, but um maybe you should head back to the party."
Jameson looked puzzled. "I thought we could-"
"I really think it would be better if you head back."
"Okay." Jameson stood up. "But if you change your mind you know where I am."
"Yeah." Gibbs nodded.
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Jameson reached the table and looked at Tony. "What the hell?"
"What?" Tony asked.
"You know Leroy? The guy I was talking to."
"Why do you say that?" Tony chuckled to himself. Leroy. No one called Gibbs Leroy except his father.
"Well besides the fact he said he knew you." Jameson paused. "There was the motionless stare you two shared."
"Long story."
"Okay, but why the hell did he just send me away like I was suddenly the plague?"
"I don't know you would have to ask him." Tony said taking a swig from his beer.
"I'm asking you." Jameson said slumping down into the chair next to Tony. "Everything was fine until he saw you on the dance floor. How do you know him?"
"Jameson let it go."
"NO! Something is going on with you two and I'm caught in the middle."
"Seriously Jameson." Tony shook his head. "You're not caught in the middle there's nothing to be caught in the middle of."
"Why do I not believe that?" Jameson leaned towards Tony. "Something freaked him out when he saw you and he sent me away."
"I don't know what it was. Maybe he just got tired of your rambling."
Jameson's eyebrows went up. "My rambling. A little defensive?"
"I didn't mean-"
"Yes you did." Jameson glanced back at the booth were Gibbs was sitting and saw him staring at the back of Tony's head. "He's staring at the back of your head."
Tony swallowed hard. "Yeah I know."
"You do?"
"I can feel it."
"You feel it." Jameson chuckled. "Are you serious? I mean you feel his stare?"
Tony nodded. "Yeah."
"So is he like willing you to go talk to him?"
"I don't know." Tony sighed although he was pretty sure, the stare was meant for exactly that.
"Go talk to him." Jameson said thinking maybe if Tony talked to the man things would work themselves out.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Tony said as he stared at his beer.
"So you're going to stare at your beer and he's going to stare at the back of your head for the rest of the night."
"Maybe." Tony said sarcastically.
Jameson suddenly looked up and cleared his throat and nudged Tony.
"What?" Tony barked.
"Look up."
Tony turned and looked up to see Gibbs standing next to him.
"Can we talk?"
"Um I'm kinda busy." Tony answered.
"A minute?" Gibbs asked again "Please."
Tony paused not use to hearing Gibbs say please to anyone. Finally, Tony sighed and stood up. Gibbs walked toward the booth he had been sitting at and Tony followed.
"If this is about me seeing you here. I'd never say anything." Tony shook his head. "What you do on your own time is your business."
Gibbs nodded. "I appreciate that, but that wasn't what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Then what?"
"I didn't realize Jameson was your friend."
"Why does that matter?" Tony asked with a shrug. "Jameson's a good guy. You two would probably get along very well."
Gibbs was surprised by Tony's assessment.
"Was there something else?"
"No." Gibbs sighed and turned away realizing this conversation was pointless with Tony's attitude.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Tony asked the words escaping his mouth, before he could consider them.
Gibbs paused and turned around. "Because I'm your boss."
It was a lie, but what else was Gibbs suppose to say. He saw the hurt in Tony's eyes.
Tony chuckled. "Right. You're just my Boss, I forgot."
Gibbs ran his hands over his face. "That didn't come out right."
"I'm sure that is exactly what you meant." Tony sighed.
"You know I don't talk about my personal life. Is that why you have this attitude towards me tonight?" Gibbs asked. "Because I didn't tell you?"
"No." Tony sighed. "I didn't mean to have an attitude. It's been a long night already and I was just surprised to see you that's all."
"Yeah. I, um...was surprised to see you too." Gibbs nodded.
Tony grinned. "And what did you think when you saw me?"
"I asked Jameson if you chose this place." Gibbs smiled. "He said the other birthday boy picked it, Michael."
"We went where I wanted last year. Michael got to pick this year."
"Nice that all of you are willing to come here."
"Couple of the guys weren't thrilled, but we all support Michael and Jameson." Tony smiled. "All though some of the macho men are harassing the female waitress to show their masculinity."
Gibbs chuckled. "I noticed earlier."
"They are starting to relax." Tony smiled.
"You seem to be okay with it all." Gibbs said.
"Did you think I wouldn't be?" Tony asked looking a little surprised.
Gibbs shook his head. "No. I know you're not like that."
"I'm glad." Tony wanted Gibbs to understand that. "And you know that I would never-"
"Tony I know." Gibbs paused. "I trust you, with my life."
Tony nodded.
"Didn't mean to forgot your birthday." Gibbs said. "I barely remember my birthday."
"It's not a big deal." Tony smiled.
Gibbs nodded. "I should let you get back to your friends."
"Yeah." Tony looked over at the table of people. "I'm sure their restless."
"Probably." Tony took a moment. "Why don't you join us. I promise the guys are not that bad."
Gibbs smirked. "I'm sure they're not but I'm not the-"
"Not the party type." Tony grinned. "Yeah. If you change your mind though."
Gibbs nodded.
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Gibbs watched the group as more and more drinks came to the table, a mixture of shots, beer, and things Gibbs had never seen. He saw Tony get up and dance several times with the group each time looking slightly more tipsy. It did seem a couple of the guys weren't drinking, and Gibbs hoped that was the case. Gibbs was nursing a beer and decided it was time to hit the head. He walked across the back of the bar and down the hallway into the bathroom, then reemerged a few moments later.
As he made the turn from the hall back into main club he felt a hand on his arm. He turned about to forcibly remove the hand, when he realized it was attached to Tony. Several of the men from the group standing with him.
"Come dance with us please!" Tony smiled.
"You know I don't dance." Gibbs said as Tony continued to pull him towards the dance floor.
"One dance?" Tony begged. "We'll dance around you so no one can see you."
Tony had already pulled Gibbs to the edge of the dance floor. Gibbs having allowed himself to be pulled there with little resistance.
"Tony." Gibbs sighed. Then suddenly the music changed now filling the club with a slow ethereal love song.
The group that had been with Tony,suddenly either paired off or returned to their seats.
"There see I wasn't meant to dance." Gibbs smirked knowing Tony would not want to dance with him to the new slow music.
"You're not getting out of it." Tony grinned. "Dance with me."
Tony went to pull Gibbs onto the dance floor, but finally Gibbs resisted.
"What?" Tony asked confused.
"Um, I should-" Gibbs searched for the words that would get him out of this situation. He couldn't do this, couldn't have Tony in his arms.
"It's my birthday and you owe me." Tony smiled. "Dance with me."
Again Gibbs tried to find any reason to say no and to walk away. He watched as Tony searched his eyes for why one dance was causing Gibbs to seem so distressed.
"If it makes you uncomfortable it's okay." Tony said letting go of Gibbs hand. "I didn't mean anything-"
"No I didn't want you to be uncomfortable." Gibbs sighed.
Tony chuckled. "I asked you to dance remember?"
"Yeah." Gibbs forced a smile.
"Please." Tony said asking again.
Tony smiled as Gibbs now pulled him the last few steps to the dance floor. Instinctively, Gibbs took the lead wrapping his arm around Tony's waist and letting his palm rest on the small of Tony's back. Then he held Tony's other hand to his chest. To Gibbs surprise Tony simply allowed himself to be held. As they slowly began to move, Gibbs couldn't look at Tony ,instead looking over Tony's shoulder towards the bar.
"Something interesting over there?" Tony asked after a few moments.
"What?" Gibbs finally looked at Tony their eyes meeting for the first time since the dance began.
"At the bar?" Tony paused. "If there's someone your interested in we don't have to-"
"No." Gibbs shook his head and without thought tightened his hold on Tony. "There's no one."
"Okay." Tony smiled.
Gibbs eyes were still locked on Tony's unable to look away.
"Are you okay?" Tony asked.
"Yeah." Gibbs nodded trying not to focus on the feel of having Tony in his arms.
"Shouldn't I be the nervous one?" Tony smirked.
Gibbs chuckled. "You don't seem nervous."
"I'm not but you seem to be." Tony grinned. "Is it that strange to be dancing with me?"
"A little." Gibbs sighed
"It's just me." Tony shrugged.
Gibbs nodded. Just you. Gibbs thought to him. If you only knew.
"I need to move my hand it's asleep." Tony said as he slipped his hand out from under Gibbs and placed it around Gibbs neck.
Gibbs felt Tony's fingers brush the nape of his neck and fought the urge to shiver.
Unaware of the internal struggle Gibbs was dealing with, Tony let his body lean against Gibbs.
As their bodies touched, Gibbs instinctively held Tony closer, almost forgetting that for Tony this was simply a dance with a friend. Yet Tony never gave any sign that it bothered him that Gibbs held him so close. And because of that Gibbs relaxed, enjoying the feel of Tony in his arms, and unwillingly his fingers gently moved back and forth against the small of Tony's back. It was shortly after that Gibbs felt Tony's fingers again play across the nape of his neck. The touch causing Gibbs to momentarily close his eyes and believe that what was happening was more than just a dance. Self preservation suddenly kicked in causing Gibbs to step back quickly releasing Tony. For a moment Tony looked confused, then the music again changed from the slow melody to an upbeat dance tempo.
"Thanks for the dance." Gibbs managed to say.
"Yeah." Tony smiled.
"I should let you get back to your friends." Gibbs forced a smile as he left the dance floor heading back towards his booth.
As Tony approached the table Jameson was grinning at him.
"What?" Tony gave him a look.
"You looked rather cozy." Jameson smirked.
Tony rolled his eyes. "It was just a dance."
"To you maybe." Jameson paused. "Not to Leroy."
"What are you talking about?"
"Hello! Are you blind? The man held you like he never wanted to let go." Jameson sighed. "No wonder I couldn't get anywhere with him."
"It was just a dance Gibbs doesn't think of me like that." Tony shook his head.
"GIBBS!" Jameson's eyes went wide. "You boss! Leroy is the Leroy Jethro Gibbs you always talk about?"
Tony dropped his head back realizing he had not thought before he spoke.
"Whoa." Jameson laughed. "That is to funny. I thought you said he was married and divorced like three or four times?"
"He was." Tony sighed as he looked over at Jameson.
"Well now you know why he was divorced, because the way he was holding you." Jameson raised his eyebrow. "Women are the last thing on his mind."
"Again it was just a dance." Tony said taking a sip of his warm beer.
"Okay." Jameson shrugged. "You just keep tell yourself that, if that's what makes you feel better."
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Back at the booth Gibbs sat staring at the empty glass in front of him replaying the dance that had just taken place.
"You need another?" The smiling waiter asked.
"Yeah. Make it a double." Gibbs sighed handing the empty glass to him.
"Men will do that to you." He grinned.
"What?" Gibbs looked confused.
"The guy you were dancing with?" He smiled. "You two seemed pretty intense."
Gibbs shook his head. "Just a friend."
"Really?" He shrugged. "If you say so."
The waiter disappeared and Gibbs glanced over at the table Tony was sitting at then quickly looked away.
"Hi."
Gibbs looked up at the voice to see a man late thirties, brown hair and green eyes, smiling back at him.
"Hey."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Please." Gibbs nodded thankful for the distraction.
"Shawn." The man smiled.
"Leroy."
"Nice to meet you." Shawn smiled.
"Same here."
"I know this will sound like some line but you really do look familiar to me."
"I get that a lot." Gibbs chuckled.
"Seriously. I usually remember faces and places but not names." Shawn paused. "Do you build boats?"
Gibbs looked surprised. "Yeah."
"I knew it." Shawn grinned. "I own Tanner lumber."
"I remember now." Gibbs chuckled. Two people he knew at the club in one night. This was ridiculous.
"I figured it would come to me eventually." Shawn paused. "Still working on the boat."
"Every night just about."
"I built one about five years ago. Sail it as much as possible."
"Really." Gibbs smiled. Maybe this was just the distraction he needed.
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"Oh no! Someone's moving in on your man." Jameson said with actual concern.
Tony looked back to see where Jameson's attention was drawn and he saw the man sitting with Gibbs.
"Jameson. Gibbs is not mine."
"Still he seems pretty interested. They're laughing a lot."
"I thought you were interested in him?" Tony asked staring at Jameson.
Jameson chuckled. "Please I know not to chase after someone who's already got their sights set on someone else.
Tony sighed. "I told you Gibbs isn't-"
Jameson held up his hand. "I know he's not interested in you, he's your boss, blah blah."
"Have you forgot. Hello!" Tony paused. "Not gay."
Jameson raised an eyebrow. "Oh come on we've all thought about it, done it, or want to do it."
"I hate when you get your mind stuck on something." Tony sighed. "You're like a dog with a bone."
"Come on you're not even the least bit flattered, aroused, or excited that a gorgeous man is interested in you?" Jameson smirked. "The man is hot. The silver hair, the blue eyes. Come on? You have to know the man is attractive."
"Yeah I get it he's attractive I'm not debating that." Tony responded.
"So you're questioning my ability to read a gay mans intentions?" Jameson looked hurt.
"I'm questioning your ability to read Gibbs."
"Right." Jameson nodded. "Because he's this enigma that no one can understand. I've heard all your thoughts on that."
Tony glared at Jameson.
"Seriously you put the man up on a pedestal like he's some God, that no one can understand or know." He laughed. "Hate to burst your bubble but he's just a man. A hot one, but a man none the less and if he thought you were interested...Well let's just say he'd devour you like his last supper."
"You really need to find a man."
"Hey I thought I did ,but then I find out he's all hot and bothered over my friend." Jameson grinned.
"I need another beer." Tony said as he got up and headed towards the bar.
"What can I get ya?" The bartender smiled at Tony.
"Beer." Tony nodded. As he waited he found himself turning and glancing back at Gibbs' booth. The man Jameson had noticed earlier was still there and talking and laughing with Gibbs.
"I've never seen Leroy dance with anyone." The bartender said as he sat the beer down in front of Tony.
"Never?" Tony asked.
"Not until you." The bartender shook his head. "He comes in, men always approach him. He might buy them a drink and talk, but he always leaves alone."
"Why?"
The bartender laughed. "Believe me a lot of men would like to know the answer to that question."
"Does he come in a lot?"
"Usually one or two weekends a month." The bartender shrugged. "You obviously know Leroy?"
"Yeah." Tony sighed.
"An ex?"
Tony chuckled. "No."
"He must be interested if he danced with you." The bartender shook his head. "Plus I've never seen him watch anyone the way he's been watching you."
"Watching me?" Tony looked confused.
"Yeah." The bartender grinned. "He's been watching you seen you came to the bar."
"There was a man at his booth with him when I walked over here."
The bartender nodded. "Yeah. Shawn. Leroy dismissed him right after you ordered your beer."
Again Tony glanced back, but Gibbs was staring at his glass.
The bartender chuckled.
"What?"
"Do you really think Leroy is going to let you see him staring." He paused. "He's way to good to let that happen."
Tony sighed.
"It's funny. The first man I see Leroy interested in and you're not interested in him."
"What does that mean?" Tony asked.
The bartender raised an eyebrow. "Well you don't seem interested in him. You've ignored him since that dance. Are you interested?"
Tony just stood there staring at the bartender like he had just grown another head.
The man laughed and shook his head.
"Never mind. I get it."
"There's nothing to get." Tony said sounding more annoyed than he intended.
"Yeah." He paused. "That's three fifty for the beer."
Pulling some money from his pocket he threw it on the bar, grabbed his beer and started back towards the table but suddenly found himself moving in the direction of Gibbs booth.
"Two strikes. You have one left." Tony smiled at Gibbs.
"Two strikes?"
"Two men have sat at this table and two men have struck out."
Gibbs chuckled. "Yeah."
"That picky are you?" Tony grinned as he sat down.
"Something like that." Gibbs took a long swig from his glass.
"Picking someone up at a bar doesn't seem like your style." Tony said.
"It's not, usually anyway."
"So do you just come here for the atmosphere, because I know you have Bourbon at home."
"Yeah." Gibbs nodded. "It gets me away for the weekend.."
"Here for the weekend?" Tony looked surprised. "Interesting."
"Why's that interesting?"
"We're all staying for the weekend too." Tony paused. "Does that mean you'll be here tomorrow night?"
"That depends." Gibbs answered.
"On what?" Tony questioned.
"If you're going to be here tomorrow." Gibbs said it without even thinking about the meaning behind it.
"I will be." Tony answered quickly.
"Then so will I."
"Good." Tony smiled then suddenly became fascinated with his beer bottle picking at the label.
Gibbs chuckled. "Isn't that a nervous habit people do when they're on a date?"
"What?" Tony looked up at Gibbs a little surprised then laughed. "Yeah I guess sometimes it is."
"You don't need to be nervous." Gibbs smirked. "I do know how to control myself."
"I didn't think-" Tony stopped mid sentence then shook his head. "Now you're just teasing me."
Gibbs took a sip of his drink.
"This is surreal." Tony chuckled.
"I agree." Gibbs nodded.
"Tony you ready?"
The shout came from his table.
Tony held up his finger telling his friend to give him a minute.
"Guess I need to go."
"Yeah."
"We're staying down the road at one of the hotels." Tony said as he stood up.
"Me too the Madison."
"Nice hotel." Tony smirked surprised Gibbs would spend that much money on a hotel.
"It's okay." Gibbs chuckled.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
Gibbs nodded.
"Night." Tony said as he walked away.
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"So what did you have to say to The Boss." Jameson grinned as they pulled out of the parking lot.
"Just talking and not about what you're thinking." Tony rolled his eyes.
"I thought maybe you'd decide to head back to D.C. with him."
"He's staying here at the Madison." Tony said.
"He told you that?" Jameson smirked. "And is he going to be at the club tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Tony come on you have to realize it now?" Jameson groaned. "He tells you where he's staying, and he's coming back to the club."
Tony sighed, but didn't answer.
Jameson waited a minute.
"You do get it now." Jameson was immediately excited. "What did he say that made you suddenly believe?"
"I'm not sure it was just-" Tony paused.
"What?"
"I asked if he was going to be at the club tomorrow. He said that depends. I asked on what and he said if I was going to be there."
"Oh please." Jameson laughed. "How can you not take that as he only wants to be there with you."
"This is just." Tony ran his hands down his face.
"Exciting." Jameson grinned.
"Not exactly the word I was thinking."
"Come on even though you're not interested, it has to be kinda exciting to know if you wanted to you could have him."
"Can we change the subject?"
"Okay." Jameson thought for a moment. "Why is it my straight friend can pick up a man, but I can't even get a number."
Tony rolled his eyes.
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He laid there staring at the ceiling thinking about the boat. What he had to do next, what supplies he needed to buy anything accept the events of the night. But as with anything, the more you try to block it out the more it forces its way back in. What are the odds that Tony and his friends would be at this bar on this night? And why did he have to say what he said to Tony? Sure I'll be at the club if you are. That was one of the worst come on lines possible.
Tony wasn't interested. He was only there to support his friends and celebrate. The dance meant nothing so let it go Gibbs told himself. Maybe he could have let it go, if he didn't still want Tony in his arms and against his body.
Gibbs ran his hands over his face. This was ridiculous. He had never let his thoughts and feelings for Tony get so out of hand. But then he never expected to see Tony at a gay club, even if he was only there with friends. He chuckled to himself he goes out of town to a club to get away and runs into Tony what are the damn odds?
Plus he had told Tony he was be there tomorrow. Had made it sound like he would be there only because he knew Tony was going to be there. He shouldn't go. He should just get up in the morning and go home forget about all of this and move on.
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"Will you stop watching the door." Tony barked already annoyed with Jameson.
"I was just looking around." Jameson tried to sound innocent.
"Jameson we're here with our friends."
"I know but." Jameson sighed. "Still it's already after ten. He should be here."
Tony chuckled. "Maybe he decided not to come."
"Would he do that?" Jameson looked completely disappointed.
"I don't know." Tony shook his head and laughed. "I'm not here because he said he was coming."
Jameson sighed. "I know. You suck all the fun out of my anticipation."
"I know." Tony smirked. "Did I tell you I got Tracy's number yesterday."
"The girl in accounting you've been after?"
"Yeah." Tony smiled.
"That's nice." Jameson said as he again looked at the door and was about to turn around when he did a double take and stopped.
"What is it?" Tony asked.
Jameson shook his head. "I don't care how straight you are or how hot Tracy is. What just walked in the door is a hundred times better."
Tony looked over as Gibbs stepped in and slipped off his long black leather jacket. He had on a blue dress shirt that matched his eyes and caused them to stand out even more than normal. The first two buttons were undone revealing the dip in his throat. The sleeves rolled up to almost his elbow. The jeans he wore were not his normal dark baggy ones but rich blue ones that fit him perfectly at least from the front.
"Seriously. I'm just going to throw myself at him and beg him for a one night stand." Jameson sighed.
As Gibbs eyes locked with Tony's he smiled that little half smile and nodded before again finding a booth in the back.
Jameson looked back at Tony who was still watching Gibbs walk towards the booth.
When Tony finally looked back he was met by Jameson smirking.
"What?"
Jameson grinned. "Nothing. Just wondered if you were going to pick your tongue up off the floor."
Tony shook his head.
"So when you going to call Tracy?"
"Who?"
Jameson couldn't help it, he broke out laughing. "Oh that was priceless."
Tony ran his hands over his face.
"I'm sorry." Jameson said still laughing. "But really that was hilarious."
"Glad I'm so amusing."
Clearing his throat and trying to still his laughter, Jameson composed himself.
"Okay." He pause again stifling another laugh. "Aren't you at least going to go say hi. Even if he's not into you and you're not interested. He's still your boss and your friend."
Tony sighed. "Yeah."
"So go." Jameson said pushing at Tony's shoulder.
"What's the rush?" Tony glared at Jameson.
"Other men." Jameson said as he saw a man approaching Gibbs. "Someone's already zoning in."
Tony glanced back just as Gibbs sent the man away.
"He's obviously waiting for you." Jameson grinned. "To come say hi."
Tony rolled his eyes. "Fine."
Jameson smirked.
"Just try and control yourself while I'm gone."
"Oh I will, because the minute you come back and say there's nothing going on. I'm going to talk to him."
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