A/N: Hi! I've wanted to write this for a while. It's a little darker than the fics I usually write – nobody dies or anything, I just wondered how Gibbs and Tony would handle being friends with benefits.
Disclaimer: I don't make any profit from this story. Fictional characters… belong to CBS… blabla, you know the drill.
ENJOY!
CHAPTER 1
Gibbs glances at his watch just when the front door opens swiftly and his Senior Field Agent walks into the room.
"Accident on the way over here." The younger man mumbles as he takes off his jacket and throws his keys into the bowl near the door. Gibbs looks up quickly to check if he is okay and Tony smirks as he walks over and squeezes the older man's shoulder reassuringly.
"I wasn't in it, just pulled over to see if I could help."
Gibbs nods and tries not to shiver in response to Tony's touch – at which he fails miserably if the smirk Tony gives him is anything to go by. The Italian slumps on to the couch next to him and groans, a sound that goes straight to Gibbs' cock.
Gibbs doesn't ask what's wrong – the younger man will talk if he feels like it. They sit in companionable silence for a while before Gibbs risks a second glance at his Senior Field Agent and tries not to be bothered by the sad expression on his handsome face. Tony seems to sense his discomfort and merely shrugs in answer – only elaborating when Gibbs keeps staring at him.
"She drives me crazy. Why did I give her a key?" he leans back against the couch with a defeated sigh but jerks his head back seconds later to continue his rant. "She just waltzes into my home whenever she feels like it. Usually I tolerate it but you know how rough that case from last week got and I'm home, on my couch, shamelessly drinking too much and she's there, expecting me to entertain her while I'm trying to survive." Another groan.
"So why did you? Give her a key, I mean." His voice sounds husky and he hopes Tony won't interpret it as hurt – which it actually is.
Judging by the frown on the Italian's face, the man hadn't even thought of that himself. After a while he looks up helplessly and Gibbs tightens his grip on the armrest next to him to keep from stroking his thumb along Tony's jaw line in a comforting gesture.
"I must've thought it would all work out if I did. Like, I gave her the reassurance she needed, I expected her to relax more and stop calling every night to check up on me."
"So you gave a key to the girlfriend who likes to check up on you every chance she gets?" Gibbs snorts. Yeah, that works for him, pretending like he hasn't pondered over that exact issue for weeks. Tony can only avoid meeting his eyes and Gibbs smiles at the thought that Tony came here to find peace.
"What's that smile about?"
"Nothing. Want a beer?"
"God, yes please." Tony's eyes follow Gibbs as the older man walks up to the fridge and grabs two beers. His eyes linger for a moment longer as his boss turns around and makes his way over to him before he glances away. He gratefully accepts the beer Gibbs holds out to him and gulps half of it down before slowing down, choosing to ignore the way Gibbs' brow arches.
"Wanna watch something?"
Gibbs barely suppresses a sigh – he always does this; ignoring the problem instead of actually doing something about it. Tony laughs his trademark grin as he watches Gibbs' reaction.
"I know, I know. But I gotta focus on something else."
They both know full well that Tony isn't talking about his rocky relationship but they don't talk about it, not tonight. Gibbs reaches out and grabs the remote, if only to keep his hands occupied so he won't attack the younger man.
Tony carefully avoids looking over to the older man, perfectly knowing that if he does, he'll melt under the steel blue gaze of his boss. They watch in silence, each man pressed against their side of the couch so their thighs won't touch.
Although their eyes are glued to the screen, the tension between them is palpable. Tony tries to focus on the movie but it's an old western and a bad one at that. His jaw hurts from keeping his neck straight in an extreme effort not to glance over at Gibbs. His fingers are itching with desire to stroke the back of the older man's neck.
He throws his head back against the couch and groans.
"I wondered why I hadn't seen this one. Now I know – it's boring!"
Gibbs chuckles but doesn't avert his gaze from the TV.
"That's why I chose this one, don't need someone blabbing through every damn scene. Ow!" he grins as Tony punches his arm and pouts. God, those lips!
If Tony catches him staring, he ignores it and sticks out his tongue.
"At least I'm not a functional mute!" Tony's eyes widen as Gibbs moves and turns towards him. He realizes too late what the older man is up to and shrieks as Gibbs starts tickling him. He rolls on his back to get away from his hands and tries to tickle Gibbs back, growling in frustration when he discovers the older man doesn't have any ticklish spots.
"Damnit!" he laughs breathlessly. "Stop it! Jethro!"
He twists his body in a desperate attempt to escape and accidentally arches his hips, causing their groins to brush together. Gibbs freezes and pulls back slightly, only to drown in Tony's hungry gaze. Only a tiny hint of green surrounds the younger man's blown pupils and they're both breathing raggedly.
"We… we should probably..." Gibbs pants.
"Yeah." Tony sighs and he closes his eyes, trying to squash down his growing hunger for the older man. When he reopens them, it's as if all of his senses return at the exact same time – he feels the warmth of the other man against his body and his unmistakable scent makes Tony's stomach flip-flop.
"Fuck it." Tony sighs breathlessly as he reaches out, cups the back of Gibbs' neck and jerks the man down, crashing their lips together. Gibbs returns the heated kiss without hesitation and he groans low in his throat when Tony starts to tug at his hoodie.
The contact between their soft lips is broken only for a second as Tony pulls the hoodie over his boss' head but it is a moment too long and they only hold on tighter. Gibbs' hand strokes Tony's warm stomach and digs his fingertips in his soft flesh, causing the younger man to buck up against him.
Tony throws his head back and forces air back in his lungs. Gibbs tugs at his belt and yanks it out of his jeans. He slowly pulls down the zipper over Tony's bulge and sighs as the younger man's pupils only dilate more.
"Jethro, please, I can't – oh my god!" he groans as the older man squeezes his rock hard dick and suddenly he can't wait a moment longer. He thanks whoever's listening for the older man's baggy jeans and pushes them down roughly until they pool at Gibbs' feet. Gibbs kicks his jeans to the floor as he grabs Tony's pants and yanks them down, throwing them across the room without a second glance.
Tony reaches out and tugs the older man closer to his body. He can't suppress the needy moan that drips from his lips as Gibbs sucks on his neck, careful not to leave a mark. In that moment, Tony would want nothing more than to be marked property of Gibbs, but a small voice in the back of his head nags about 'consequences' and he forces it down, instead focusing on squeezing the older man's ass and rubbing his own cock against Gibbs'. The sparks of pleasure that shoot up his spine and Gibbs' hot breath against his neck are driving Tony insane and he scratches at the older man's back.
Jethro growls as he nibbles Tony's collarbone and licks his pulse point, making sure to hit all of the younger man's magic spots. Tony bucks up under him and Gibbs barely resists the urge to mark him as his.
Stay in the moment.
A finger tilts his chin up and Tony's soft lips make him forget his own name as he kisses the Italian back.
This is how it will always be: Tony demanding more and Gibbs struggling to give him everything he desires. And in his darkest moments, there's this perverse little corner in his mind that takes pleasure out of knowing that only he can make Tony forget.
TBC? Hope you liked it, let me know if you'd like to read more.
