Thank you all so much for the R&R. Lots of questions about where Wendy comes into this and basically, other than being a passing thought, she doesn't. The show didn't address what happened with her when he left the Baltimore PD, but I like to think he became increasingly distant with his new job at NCIS which led to her leaving him the day of their wedding as it occurs in canon. Gibbs knows he has a fiance and from the ep, we know that Tony knows Gibbs has a wife (although the look he gave Gibbs when he mentioned his wife seemed to be one of confusion and a little disappointment, but maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part). I like to think this little animal attraction I've created for them is something entirely outside of and unrelated to, their relationships with the women in their lives.

I haven't had these chapters beta'd so there are bound to be some errors (hopefully minor) in here. They're all mine.

Hey now,

Can you feel me longing?

Hey now,

Can you feel me?

Feel me

Hey Pretty

Don't you wanna take a ride with me

through my world?

Hey Pretty

Don't you wanna kick and slide

through my world?

Jethro Gibbs pulled into the parking lot of his motel and switched off the ignition. Swiping a hand over his face, he leaned back against the cool leather of his seat and cursed under his breath.

Detective Anthony DiNozzo was going to be the death of him.

The kid was good, very good, and with natural instincts the likes of which Gibbs has seldom seen. He was raw, unpolished, unrefined, and largely untrained but with every passing moment, the feeling that DiNozzo was the kind of cop he would want on his six in the very worst of situations grew and grew.

DiNozzo's file was a mess. Three departments in 5 years, with disciplinary actions for stupid stunts, grandstanding, and practical jokes almost as numerous as the many commendations he had received during that short time for valor and extraordinarily high collar rates. He had rocketed up the detective ranks from beat cop, to larceny, to narcotics and finally to homicide, managing to piss off almost every one of his superiors along the way. His jacket said he performed exceptionally well undercover and his fitness tests were off the charts. The section of his file marked "personal" intrigued Gibbs. Absent father, dead mother, and the kid had pulled himself up by the boot straps and attended college on an athletic scholarship. Then there was the fire. It was that little incident, a minor footnote buried beneath strings of youthful dalliances and benign mayhem, which had caught Gibbs eye. But what he'd found in Tony's file wasn't what really had his mind reeling at the moment.

His body had responded to DiNozzo uncontrollably and against his will. Oh sure, sometimes he saw the world through a pair of rose colored glasses made entirely of hormones when a curvy red head walked in the room but he always kept himself in check.

Men were an entirely different story. The men he had responded to sexually throughout his lifetime had been few and far between but the response was almost always magnified, sometimes unbearably intense. He accepted this occasional attraction as a part of himself without issue but dreaded the times when it caught him off guard. It was like having an overwhelming preference for chocolate that was overridden every great once in awhile by a sudden burning desire for ice cream. When that rare need came over him, no piece of chocolate could possibly compete with it and once his body began craving, there was no substitute, no turning off of the desire until it was fully satisfied. Anthony DiNozzo was a pint of creamy butter pecan and he was absolutely aching to taste that sweetness on his tongue.

Gibbs sighed and finally stepped out of the car, trying to shake the memory of hard muscular thighs straddling his hips and the way Tony's stomach had rippled beneath his touch, how the heat of him had spread up his arm in a few short seconds and sent shockwaves down his spine. The kid had one hell of a mouth on him and Gibbs' cock had stayed absolutely rigid during the drive home as he savored the taste of Tony that clung to his lips, completely drowning out the flavor of the bourbon.

It wasn't just the physical sensations that had him aching, it was the mental foreplay. Gibbs was keyed up on the fact that this young cop could almost keep up with him when it came to sorting out his role in the whole take down with Joey Peanuts. For a moment today they had been the only ones in that squad room, blue eyes locked with green in a dance that was well beyond any other cop in the precinct.

Gibbs fumbled with the keys to his room. He managed to get the door open with one hand as his other moved straight to his zipper. Leaning back against the door for balance, he quickly toed of his shoes and pushed his jeans and boxers over his hips, groaning with relief as his erection sprang free. He moved immediately toward the bathroom, fingers already sliding purposefully over tight sensitive flesh. Not bothering to flip on the light, he placed one hand on the cool porcelain of the sink and griped his cock firmly, using his palm to spread the moisture leaking from his head.

Closing his eyes tightly against the rapidly coiling sensation of tingling pressure in his hips and spine, he imagined Dinozzo's mouth moving against his, then sliding down his throat and chest and locking around his dick. The hand supporting him shook violently and his nails tap danced on the slick surface at the thought of what that talented tongue would feel like lapping at his head, of the noises Tony would make as the muscles of his throat tightened around the thick shaft.

Gibbs heard the sound of his own harsh grunts as they bounced off the tile but it was the delicious sounds Tony had made earlier that echoed in his ears and made his hips jerk in a primal rhythm. He wanted to fill Tony's mouth with his cum, taste his own flavor on those sensual lips, and, most unusually for Gibbs, he wanted to know what it would feel like to have all that raw, uncontrolled energy that made up Anthony DiNozzo pounding into him until he was completely and utterly drained of the need that had taken over his better senses. With that vision locked in his head, Gibbs thrust into his own fist again and again until finally, he felt his balls tighten and contract as hot white cum spurted from his tip, covered his hand, and dripped into the sink while he fought to stay upright against the pounding waves of intense orgasm.

He was breathless, his head spinning, but at least jerking off had taken the painful edge away and he felt slightly more in control of himself. He knew self-pleasuring would only temporarily slake his desire for the younger man but at the very least he was able to think straight again. Sort of.

Rinsing his hands and wiping himself down with a damp cloth, he moved to the bed on shaky legs and collapsed against the slippery floral polyester. He rested the back of his arm against his damp forehead with a deep sigh and stared at the ceiling as his mind slipped back into work mode.

DiNozzo knew something. He was positive that the kid at least suspected there was another layer to this case besides Floyd. Seeing the look of panic that flashed in Tony's eyes when he'd even mentioned his own suspicions had been all the confirmation Gibbs needed. Now the only question was what did DiNozzo know? And even more important to Gibbs, what was he going to do about it?

Gibbs desperately hoped that whatever soul searching the young detective had to do to provide an answer to those questions happened fast. His motives weren't entirely selfish. There was more to being an exceptional investigator and undercover operative than gut instinct and frankly, Gibbs wanted to see what DiNozzo was capable of. Trust and loyalty were essential words in his vocabulary and he wasn't going to waste this chance to see how well the kid would react when those things were threatened. His only hope was that DiNozzo got his head straight and came to him before he had to take matters into his own hands.

Thank you for reading!