So I wasn't planning on writing a follow up chapter to this story but since I got so many positive reviews about this story it made me start thinking. So I decided to kind of play around with this idea and pairing. This story probably won't be updated regularly, and I'll just update when I think of something.
So here's another chapter in the life of Gibbs and Horatio.
Ps- I have to say I like the fact that when you select the character for NCIS it has Gibbs's full name.
Maybe it never will
The waiter set down a shot glass in front of each of them and the silver haired man thanked him in Japanese.
"I always thought it sounded sexy when you spoke Japanese," the redhead said as he drank his Saki.
"Even when you were straight?" his lover inquired, motioning for the waiter to bring them each another drink.
"Not too much, Jethro, or else you'll make me turn straight again," he chuckled as he took his shot.
"Don't worry, they serve coffee, too. Dark roast, just like you like it," his lover smiled.
"How did you know about this place?" he asked, looking around the small Japanese restaurant located in the middle of downtown Boston. "I mean, it's not a franchise."
"I've been here before," his lover answered. "Back before I even knew who you were."
The waiter brought over their platter of sushi. The redhead picked up a piece with his chopsticks and looked it over.
"How do you always know just what I want, Jethro?" he asked, just before popping the veggie roll into his mouth.
"I think I've always known," the silver haired man answered.
"What would our wives think?" the redhead asked, looking into the other man's blue eyes. "I mean, how do you think they would react knowing we never remarried but instead fell in love with a man?"
"I think they would be happy," the silver haired man answered.
"Why do you think that?" he inquired.
"Because we've moved on," his lover said. "They would be happy to know that we didn't let their deaths affect our lives. They would be happy to know we found love again." His hand reached across the table and gently grasped the other man's. "Because I do love you, Horatio Caine," he quietly said.
The redhead's cheeks flushed and he smiled while diverting his eyes. His lover chuckled and released his hand, leaning back into the seat of his booth.
"Sometimes you make me think of a teenage girl," his lover smirked. "Can't help but get embarrassed about your feelings."
"I'm sorry," he quietly said, "I didn't mean to offend you."
"You didn't," his lover smiled, "Honestly I think it's kind of cute. It reminds me of when Abby and McGee orbit around each other with their sexual tension."
The waiter walked over and poured them each another shot.
"I'd like to meet Kyle," the silver haired man suddenly said.
The redhead's blue eyes shot upwards and he looked at his lover with a shocked expression. "Why?" he practically whispered.
"Well because he's your son," his lover explained, "And I'd like to meet him."
He sighed and rested his arm on the table, staring at his chopsticks. "I don't think that would be a very good idea," he whispered.
"Why? Because Kyle doesn't know?" his lover inquired.
"No, he doesn't," he reluctantly admitted.
"He's never asked about the ring you wear? Or has he never seen it, just like everyone else in your life?"
"How do you know no one's ever seen it?"
"Because Natalia commented on mine the last time I was in Miami, but never mentioned that it looked like yours. I would think if she had seen it she would have said something about mine matching it."
"So I don't wear my ring at work, big deal," the redhead scoffed as he tried to resume his eating, his throat suddenly dry.
His lover reached across the table and grasped his arm. "It is a big deal, Horatio. I love you and I bought you that ring to show you how much I love you." He sighed and leaned back again. "Sometimes I feel like you don't love me the same way."
"I do love you, Jethro," he said, almost unable to hide the pain in his voice. "I'm just scared."
"Of what?" his lover inquired.
"Of loosing everything," he whispered. "I've seen many great people loose everything because they're in the same situation as us."
"Same situation?" his lover repeated, "You make it sound like we're in trouble. We haven't done anything wrong. There's no rule saying who you can and can't love."
"Not formally," he quietly muttered.
They sat in silence, picking at their food.
"I've been thinking," his lover quietly said.
"About what?" he inquired.
"Retirement," the silver haired man whispered. "About many settling down somewhere."
"Didn't you already try that once?"
"Yes, and I will admit Mexico was not a good idea. I've been considering other places, though."
"Like where?" he curiously asked.
"I don't know, maybe Florida," his lover quietly responded.
"You wouldn't like retiring in Florida," he quietly commented. "There's too many old people there."
His lover chuckled and smiled at him. "I've heard that," he said, "But there's one old man there that I'd like to be closer to."
"Who you calling old?" the redhead smirked. "If I recall you're older than me."
"I'm only your senior by a few years, Horatio," his lover smirked. His demeanor changed as he looked deep into the other man's eyes. "But seriously, Horatio, how would you feel if I did move to Florida? I mean, how would you really feel about me being closer to you?"
He fiddled with his Saki glass. He nodded when the waiter appeared with the bottle. The redhead downed it in one gulp and nodded for another.
"You're hitting it hard tonight, H," his lover said. "Is it because I'm footing the bill this time?"
He shook his head, still not willing to give his lover his eyes.
"I don't know the answer," he finally whispered. "I don't know how I would feel about you being closer to me."
The silver haired man's hand reached across the table for the third time that night. This time, though, he grasped the redhead's left hand. His thumb brushed over the gold and silver ring, watching the light bounce off the five small diamonds.
"Did I ever tell you how much I paid for these?" he quietly asked.
The redhead slowly shook his head. "And I don't want to know," he whispered.
"Good, because you would be appalled at the amount I spent," his lover chuckled, brightening his mood. "But the price didn't matter; because the only thing that matters to me is you. Not money, not my work, not the car I drive, not the suit I buy, not the badge I wear. The only thing that matters in my life is you and the love I feel towards you, Horatio Caine."
His baby blue eyes finally locked with his lover's. The same feeling of happiness and delight filled his veins as the silver haired man smiled at him. He reached across with his free hand and gently grasped the back of the other man's neck, pulling his face towards his own. He kissed him gently and held him there for a moment before stealing a second.
"I love you, too, Leroy Jethro Gibbs," he whispered just before he kissed him again.
"Enough to get caught kissing a man in public?" his lover chuckled as he kissed him once again.
"I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks," the redhead quietly whispered. "I only care about what you think, Jethro."
"And I think you should maybe it cool it a little before they kick us out," his lover smirked.
They leaned back in their seats and looked at each other from across the table. The redhead smiled shyly at the other man and felt his heart flutter.
"What are you thinking about?" he quietly asked his lover.
He shrugged. "About you, mostly," he answered.
"What about me?"
"Just about how I allowed you to talk me into coming back to your hotel room for coffee all those years ago at the forensic conference," he smiled.
"Did you think this was all going to happen?" he quietly inquired.
He shook his head. "No, I just thought we were going to be a correspondence. I thought I would just call up the pale guy from Miami every once in awhile when I had a question about a bomb or crime scene or whatever."
"Do you still sometimes think back to the first night we spent together?" he quietly asked his lover.
"Yes, all the time. Whenever I'm away from you," his lover whispered.
"So you must fantasize about that night a lot," he chuckled.
"No, I just replay it in my mind, trying to figure out how we went from discussing the various guns in your collection to your bed back in Miami." He chuckled and smiled at the redhead. "It still doesn't make sense to me."
"Maybe it never will," he quietly said.
His lover smiled and held his hand. "I don't think I ever want it to."
