Chapter Two
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Gibbs had been divorced three times, but it was the first time in a lot of years that a guy had walked in on him. Probably since as far back as the Marines.
And this guy was a specimen.
It took a few minutes before Tony felt ready to step out of the bathroom and when he did, he found Gibbs at the stove. The water for pasta was boiling, a box of linguini sitting out and ready. A bag of salad greens was sitting on a cutting board and the microwave was whirring.
Since everything seemed to be well in hand, he stood and regarded the man for a few stolen moments, hoping he wasn't being observed. Gibbs' back was to him and Tony drank in the other man. A charcoal colored T-shirt clung to the man's muscular back and loose knit pajama pants emphasized the long legs. Gibbs was leanly muscular and he was in great shape, biceps testifying to that fact as well as the broad shoulders underneath the cotton T.
The hair was short and military cropped, a little salt and a lot of pepper. That neck was tanned and exposed well above the collar. Gibbs was a military guy, probably career military. And for the life of him, Tony didn't understand how this guy was so open with his sexuality. In their career field. It should have been professional suicide but Gibbs didn't seem worried. In fact, in the shower he'd just seemed to take this as a challenge. Tony got the idea that Gibbs always played to win, and losing was a rarity.
He could have stared at the man's perfect posture and military bearing for hours. Tony's former schooling had instilled a huge dollop of respect for military men. This one had to be a Marine with that haircut. It should have looked ridiculous, but somehow it suited Gibbs. Tony'd never been with anyone so straitlaced, but then again, the man humping the glass in his shower only looked conservative at the precinct. There was a hot-blooded sex machine under there and Tony had the distinct impression that he was gonna get up close and personal with it.
"Thanks for getting this started," Tony said quietly announcing his presence and Gibbs turned to look at him, a knowing little smile playing over his lips. This was one guy who was cool under pressure.
Gibbs shrugged in reply, the smile becoming more broad but still completely knowing and smug. "I'm hungry. Food's not gonna cook itself. You can sit down and I'll handle this."
"Gibbs, it's my house, I'm fine." Tony came closer, reaching around the other man.
Gibbs let out a low laugh and backed up a step, pressing against Tony's hard cock. "Yeah…"
"Yeah, what?" Tony asked, a little annoyed. It was galling to have the tables turned so thoroughly. This man was the master of manipulating a situation. Tony wanted to see him interrogating a suspect and actively chasing down clues. He bet Gibbs was as good on the job as he was here.
"Settle down," Gibbs retorted. "Just taking a little advantage. I'm human." He shrugged and Tony knew the older man was completely unrepentant.
"You always play with your food?" Tony couldn't resist asking.
"Only when it looks as good as you."
