Title: After the Visible Wounds Heal CH 2
Slash/Mature. Don't like, don't read.
Summary: Gibbs visible wounds may have healed after Neverland, but he refuses to deal with the deeper more emotional wounds. What happens when Tony makes him face them?
Thinking this will be about three or four chapters. Enjoy.
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Rolling onto his back, the sun's rays suddenly sprawled across his face and the light penetrated his eyelids. He scrunched his eyes shut tighter trying to block out the light. Suddenly he realized the softness beneath him, he was in the bed. How had he gotten here, he couldn't remember? Snippets of last night flashed through his mind. Tony holding him, the tears…Gibbs shook his head. Opening his eyes, he stared up at the ceiling for a moment, then his brow furrowed as he sensed the presence. Glancing to his left, he saw Tony curled up on his side facing him. Running his hands through his hair he blew out a long slow breath. He should have known this would happen. Tony had tolerated his sulky, silent, indifferent mood long enough. Add to that his constant pushing demanding bossy attitude with Tony about work and it had finally come to a head. Tony was the one person that could push him to an emotional outburst and live to tell the tale. Tony was right; the fears of facing his mortality, his concern over his job and the past hurts had driven him to a dark place. The question was, now that he had admitted it, what the hell was he going to do about it?
Rolling onto his side, Gibbs looked at the younger man asleep next to him, truly looked at him. Tony's eyes had dark circles under them and even in sleep the younger man's brow was furrowed with worry…both of which Gibbs knew he had caused. Not only with everything that had happened recently, but from everything he had put Tony through over the years. Hell, Tony was the longest relationship he'd had with just about anyone and a hell of a lot longer than any of his marriages. Tony put up with, tolerated, and accepted everything that came with being a part of Gibbs fucked up life. Even in times when their relationship was strained, Tony was there for him, without question. The man deserved a medal for still being sane and able to be in the same room with him.
Gibbs' fingers brushed a stray hair from Tony's forehead then brushed across a worry line. He drew his hand back as the wave of emotion washed over him. Feelings towards the younger man, a continuation of what he felt last night as they clung to each other and the way they refused to part even after the tears had ended. Tony was so much more than his SFA, his friend, Tony was family. A man that Gibbs had wanted at NCIS the minute they met, a man that had shown himself to be one of the most loyal, trustworthy and caring people Gibbs had ever met. Tony was one of the few people that could and would stand up to him, right or wrong, Tony always stood his ground. Involuntarily, Gibbs smiled. And Tony could make him laugh like no one else, something he rarely did, especially lately.
Taking a deep breath he blew it out as he stared at the man beside him. In all the years they had known each other, rarely did Gibbs get an unguarded moment to look at Tony and now that he was able to, it made his heart thunder against his chest. Again, Gibbs touched Tony, this time tracing a finger down the younger man's jaw line then letting his thumb brush across Tony's lips. Suddenly, the eyes before him opened and he was staring into the familiar green pools. Gibbs jerked his hand away.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"That doesn't sound very convincing."
Gibbs rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No." Gibbs folded an arm under his head. "I could never be mad at you for telling the truth."
"I'm worried about you." Tony paused. "You have the same look in your eyes when you left for Mexico."
The truth was he'd thought about leaving, as soon as the knee had started to heal. He wanted nothing more than to pack a bag, head to the Marina and sail the boat anywhere and not look back. What kept him from actually leaving, he still wasn't sure.
"I don't want you to leave."
Gibbs could hear and feel the emotion in Tony's voice and he rolled onto his side again meeting the worried green eyes.
Swallowing the fear, Tony's hand gently cupped Gibbs' face. "I stop breathing every time I think of losing you."
Without a thought or even understanding why he was doing it, Gibbs leaned in letting his lips brush across Tony's. It was barely a whisper, but when he drew back Tony's eyes had closed.
"Promise me, you won't leave." Tony demanded as his eyes opened.
Gibbs spoke the words with conviction. "I promise."
Tony's fingers combed through the silver hair at Gibbs' temple and the blue eyes closed. "Let me help, however I can. Whatever you need, I'm here."
Gibbs nodded, not trusting his voice as he relished the soothing touch. As if he'd done it a thousand times his arm slipped around Tony's waist gently pulling the younger man against him. The only thought in his mind, that of needing to have Tony closer and feel more of the man. The action caused an immediate reaction in Tony. Gibbs felt the warm lips press a kiss to his forehead, then his temple, his cheek. When the lips cautiously brushed across his lips, Gibbs' hand clutched at the small of Tony's back, his fingertips digging into the t-shirt and the flesh beneath. The body against him shivered slightly and the guarded kiss turned insistent as Tony's tongue forced its way into Gibbs' mouth.
Gibbs' hands clawed up Tony's back feeling the muscles contract under his touch. Swallowing the moan that Tony released, Gibbs fought back, demanding his own exploration of the younger man's mouth. He had never tasted anything so sweet, the lingering flavor of Tony's sugary coffee the most prominent taste. The lips were suddenly pulling away and Gibbs tried everything he could to draw them back. Fingers knotted into his hair and yanked his head back, his eyes locked with Tony's for a moment. Then Tony's lips were on his throat. Gibbs' eyes closed giving into the wonderful sensation of Tony's teeth nibbling at his flesh. A hand on his ass and he felt Tony grinding against him. With an animalistic growl, Gibbs rolled onto his back, Tony still in his arms.
Tony straddled the man under him, strong hands clutched at his hips and Tony ripped his mouth from Gibbs' throat. When their eyes met again, Gibbs arched up seizing Tony's lips as he sat up with Tony in his lap.
Tony's hands were in Gibbs' hair, tugging the older man's head back as he bit at Gibbs' lower lip. The growling sounds Gibbs made only spurred Tony on and he bit down harder. Pulling Gibbs bottom lip out with his teeth, he roughly let it go and Gibbs seized the opportunity.
Gibbs attacked Tony's neck, biting down on the jugular. Tony hissed and threw his head back. Crushing their bodies together, Gibbs attack was brutal, biting and chewing at the sweet tender flesh. Tony's hand crushed down on the back of Gibbs' head begging for more. Gibbs could feel the welts forming under his lips knew the marks would be large, bruised and bloody yet he couldn't stop himself. His fingers found the bottom edge of Tony's t-shirt and his hands slipped underneath. He scratched and clawed at Tony's back, his fingertips desperate to rip into the skin.
Letting go of Gibbs' head, Tony worked his hand between them and his fingers grazed Gibbs fabric covered cock. The older man groaned and his body shook.
"Tony."
The familiar voice echoed up the stairs from just inside the door.
Tony panted as he pulled himself away from Gibbs. "Fuck." Tony groaned as the hand clawing at his back suddenly stilled. Taking a deep breath, Tony disentangled himself from the older man and ran down the stairs.
"I've been calling you for an hour." McGee said rolling his eyes as Tony came down the stairs.
"What is it?" Tony snapped still trying to catch his breath.
"Marine, Rock Creek Park."
"Damn it." Tony blew out a long breath and ran his hands through his hair. "Give me five." He took off up the steps and ran into the bedroom. Gibbs was sitting up on the side of the bed. "Case." Tony kept his voice low.
Gibbs nodded.
Changing from his sweats into a pair of jeans, Tony opened the closet and grabbed a turtle neck sweater and replaced his t-shirt with it. "Marine, Rock Creek Park."
"Go."
Tony was about to step out of the bedroom when he turned back around and went to Gibbs. He gave Gibbs a quick kiss, touching Gibbs' cheek. He wanted to say something but he didn't even know where to begin.
Patting Tony's hip, Gibbs gave a half smile. "Go." Gibbs watched Tony rush out the door, heard the few words exchanged between Tony and McGee then the front door opening and closing. He flopped back onto the bed and groaned as he ran his hands down his face. What the hell was he doing!
