A/N: This was first posted as Chapter 6 of "And it was a Dream and it was a Fantasy", so if you read that, you've read this. This one wanted to be fleshed out first. Chapter 2 follows immediately. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~

It was their first weekend off in months and every one of them was looking forward to the time off. "What are your plans, Ziva?" McGee asked.

She smirked, "I'm going to sleep and then when I wake up, I will go back to sleep. Otherwise, catch up with friends that I have neglected while being so overworked."

"What about you?"

"Mostly the same – sleep. I'm going to stock up on essentials when I leave here and then lock the front door when I get home and not open it again until Monday morning."

Tony was busy straightening up his desk when asked the same question. "Me? Oh, I'm going to spend the glorious two days off with the love of my life!" His eyes glazed over with a faraway look and after a few moments, shrugged it off fully present in the moment.

Gibbs rounded the corner, pausing only when he heard of Tony's plans. The tinge of jealously abated quickly when he reminded himself that most of the loves of Tony's life last barely two weeks or less. Still, what if this was "the one"? It wasn't as if he could do anything about it anyway. He knew sooner or later someone would capture Tony's heart and he needed to be happy for him. He knew more than others that love was fleeting, and when it came around, every second needed to be enjoyed to its fullest.

"Hey Boss! What are you doing with your 48 hours of leave?" Tony was the only one brave enough to inquire about Gibbs' down time though the others perked up curious.

Gibbs just glared at him. "Bourbon, boat, basement. Got it." The glare intensified, if that were possible. "Never mind."

"All right. Everyone out! Don't want to see you again until 8 AM Monday morning!"

The work week, month, was officially over. Ziva and McGee scrambled to their feet, grabbing their backpacks and raced to the elevator. McGee held the door opened and called out, "Tony? You coming?"

In his head Tony muttered, 'Not yet.' but outwardly he responded, "Couple more things, Probie. Go on without me. And have a good weekend!"

"You too!" McGee shouted as the doors closed.

"What'cha working on, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, curious as to why he didn't run for the elevator with his teammates.

"Just organizing for next week. Only be a few minutes, Boss. Almost done." He hesitated. "Got dinner plans for tonight? I thought I'd bring Chinese and Sake, if you aren't busy, or have plans already." He tried to be unconcerned, but his tone was off.

Gibbs was curious. "That'd be OK." He didn't miss the relief in Tony's smile.

The clock rang out eight sharp as the front door opened. Tony made his way through the silent darkened living room and flipped on the switch in the kitchen, placing his bounty on the table. He moved through the room as if he belonged there, gathering plates, silverware and napkins, setting the table. He opened the basement door and popped his head in calling out "Dinner is served!"

A few minutes later Gibbs emerged from the lower room and took in the sight. "Looks good, Tony. Thanks."

"Sei il benvenuto. Mangiare!"

They ate in relative silence; the need to fill the void wasn't there, was never there if truth were to be told. Companionship was what they offered to one another and what they took; a small smile as they enjoyed their food was enough.

They worked seamlessly in the clean up, washing and drying the dishes together, cleaning the counter tops and table, never getting in each other's way. Just like at work, they translated into domestic chores the same way.

"Want a beer?" Tony reached into the fridge and snagged two, offering one to Gibbs.

"Sure, thanks."

Tony took a swig and asked "So, what's the plan? You wanna watch the game or work on your boat?"

Gibbs' eyebrow shot up and he almost choked on his beer but managed to keep the two knee-jerk responses under control. "Thought you had a hot date, DiNozzo?"

"Weekend starts at midnight", he paused looking at his watch, "Still have 3 hours to kill. But I can leave. I don't want to take over your Friday night." He took another swig and put his beer down.

"Nothing to take over, DiNozzo. Thought about working on the boat, but it can wait. Need to let dinner settle, so the game sounds good." He hoped it came off as nonchalant as he wanted it to. God, that was lame, even to himself! Really, all he wanted was to watch Tony's lips wrap around the bottle of beer and fantasize it was his dick.

"OK, cool!" Tony picked up his beer and headed into the living room. "You sure you can get the channel, Boss?"

The headslap was unexpected since he thought Gibbs was still in the kitchen and he may have yelped, but if no one was around to witness it, was it still a yelp?

"Never mind – I found something…"

"What?"

"Nationals vs. Marlins. Does that work for you?"

"Sure – why not? Who are you pulling for?"

"Marlins. You?

"Nationals. Why the Marlins?"

"'Cause I knew you'd pick the hometown team and I kinda like Creed."

Gibbs just rolled his eyes and took his place on the couch.

A few beers and innings later, he broke out the bottle of bourbon. "If you're planning on driving home, you should stop now."

Tony looked at his watch and then checked his cell. "It's fine. I'll catch a cab if I need to. Looks like the weekend will begin in the morning anyway. That is, if it is OK with you, of course."

Gibbs shrugged. "You know where the guest room is and I'm pretty sure you still have clothes from the last time you stayed."

"Thanks."

Gibbs poured them both a finger and set the bottle on the table. They clinked glasses in salute to one another and downed the liquid in one shot, grinning at one another. He poured two fingers this time and they simultaneously sipped and set their glasses down to watch the rest of the game.

Half way through the 6th inning, Tony could barely keep his eyes open and unwittingly moved to stretch out on the couch, laying his head on Gibbs' lap. Spontaneously, he began to card his fingers through Tony's hair and they both were lulled into sleep.

Sometime during the night, Tony woke to find himself draped over Gibbs, his head resting comfortably on his chest. He must have jerked during the process and awoken Gibbs as he felt his hand carding through his hair again. Peacefully, he drifted off to sleep once more.

The sun's rays became more insistent with each minute, prodding him to awaken from his dreaming but he resisted. There was no way he wanted to break from this dream and plunge into reality right now. In his dream he was being made love to, his body was being worshiped He felt the pull on his nipple as it was being sucked, made hard by the tongue swirling around it. The softness of the hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him and heard the soft sounds of pleasure dancing through the air. His mind became more aware as the light became brighter and his body demanded more of the gentle and loving ministrations it was receiving.

A humid and hot heat engulfed his dick and he automatically thrusted against it, seeking more. All he could manage was "Please" as he thrust his lower body upward hoping to be totally consumed. He felt a slick digit slide over his balls and press against the area between his scrotum and anus, pulsing there before it swiped over his hole, teasing it and retreating to pulse again at his perineum. Shit, he was being swallowed whole and he didn't want it to end. "Suck me harder."

He felt lips tightening around his cock as the suction increased and pulled away so that briefly he felt the tongue glancing along the head of his cock, licking into the slit. Again, he was being swallowed, inch by inch, throat muscles constricting and relaxing, the softness of the twitching tongue and the vibrations of pure ecstasy as they were hummed, the sound threading the air around him pushed him over the edge. He came hard, his cock aching with relief as he pumped into the willing mouth that had so expertly worked him.

"'Atta boy."