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"Maybe you should write dialog for me." Gibbs smiled.
David grinned. "You are a man of few words."
"Sometimes."
"So what does it take to get you to open up?" David leaned in towards Gibbs, his hand brushing over older man's hip.
Gibbs shrugged. "Depends."
"I'd love to try a few things." David sighed as he bit at his lower lip.
"Really?" Gibbs smirked.
David nodded. "I think I could make you scream all your secrets."
"Scream them?" Putting his hand on the wall by David's head, Gibbs grinned.
"Yes, scream them, over and over again."
Gibbs caught the movement at the end of the hall and knew without looking who was there. His mind raced and he smirked to himself. Sometimes jealousy can make someone see their true feelings or at least their interest. Leaning into David's ear, he whispered something, causing David to close his eyes and sigh deeply.
David's hand caressed up Gibbs' arm and he smiled. "I'll hold you to that." He said then walked away.
Gibbs turned, expecting to see Tony, but the younger man was already gone. Heading quickly down the hall and into the first room, he caught a brief glimpse of the back of Tony's head disappearing out onto the balcony.
Tony stood on the balcony, unfocused staring at nothing as his mind raced. He was trying to figure out what Gibbs could have said to David. Where they planning to meet later? Go home together? Was it something sexual, a promise of some unbridled passion?
"Why do you care?" He said the words out loud and shook his head. Earlier he'd actually thought Gibbs was flirting with him. Seriously, Gibbs flirting with him. How stupid was that? This was Gibbs after all, so Gibbs liked men, why did he think Leroy Jethro Gibbs would be interested in him? Better yet why would he want Gibbs to be interested? He laughed, if anything, he should be relieved. Shaking his head, he sighed. So why did he feel disappointed and why did he want to find David and smack that smile off his face?
"Great view."
Tony jumped, spinning around to find Gibbs leaning against the wall between the balcony and the house.
"Yeah." Tony said glancing back at the grounds then at Gibbs.
"I wasn't talking about the grounds."
Tony just stood there like a deer caught in headlights.
Gibbs shrugged. "The grounds are nice too."
"Where's your boy toy?" The words came out full of venom and jealousy, something Tony hadn't intended.
Gibbs chuckled. "Boy Toy?"
"David." Tony spat out the name.
"I don't know where he is." Gibbs paused. "Why the interest in David?"
"You two seemed pretty cozy."
"He's a nice guy."
"Sure he is." Tony rolled his eyes without thinking about it.
Gibbs pushed himself off the wall. "Jealous?"
Tony stared at his boss for a moment, then broke out laughing. "Jealous, of what?"
"I don't know." Gibbs took another step forward. "You tell me?"
Again no response.
Gibbs took the final steps, stopping just inches from Tony."He's not the one I'm interested in." His eyes lazily skimmed over Tony's body. "I have a much more intriguing prospect."
"Could have fooled me." Tony's jaw tightened. "You must have promised him something good."
"And what would I promise him?" Gibbs paused. "A phone call, a ride home...sex."
"Probably all of the above."
Gibbs glanced at Tony's hands, seeing them balled into tight fists. He leaned towards the younger man, just a inch. "I promised I'd say good-bye before I leave."
"That's it?"
"That's it." Gibbs nodded.
Tony shook his head. "He had that reaction just from you promising to say good-bye."
Gibbs smirked. "It's all in the way you say it."
"Is that so?" Tony chuckled.
Gibbs' fingertips gently reached out, touching the inside of Tony's left hand tracing soft circles on his palm. After repeating the action several times, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Tony's ear. "I won't leave without saying good-bye, can't leave without saying good-bye. Because I need to see you." He took a slow deep breath. "Remember the way you smell so when I have that fantasy about you." His eyes closed. "I can recall everything, every little nuance about you." His eyes shot open when he felt the hand clutch at his forearm. Drawing back, Gibbs gazed into the dilated green eyes. "Like I told you, all in how you say it."
Tony took a sharp breath.
"Ask me Tony."
"And if I don't wanna know the answer?"
"You will." Gibbs smiled. "The curiosity will get the better of you...it always does."
"I'm not sure this is something I should be curious about." Tony replied nervously.
"Curiosity can lead to some amazing things." Again, Gibbs leered down Tony's body then sighed "Amazing things."
"Jethro I've been looking all over for you." Jonathan froze when he saw the two men staring at each other intensely. "I can come back."
"No. We're done." Gibbs turned to Jonathan. "What is it?"
"I wanted to introduce you to someone." Jonathan stole a glance at Tony who looked as pale as a ghost.
"Sure." Gibbs nodded. "Lead on."
"Tony you're welcome to come." Jonathan smiled.
Tony shook his head.
Jonathan and Gibbs made their way from the balcony and he eyed Gibbs. "Didn't mean to interrupt."
"You didn't."
"Right." Jonathan laughed. "You two always stare like you're about to devour each other."
Gibbs, Jonathan, Michael and another man stood talking towards the front of the room. The man Jonathan wanted to introduce Gibbs to was a local LEO, Peter. The officer knew Gibbs by reputation but they had never met.
"Your team has the highest success rate of any NCIS team ever." Peter smiled.
"Yeah." Gibbs nodded.
"What's the secret?"
"We watch out for each other." Gibbs shrugged. "No big mystery."
"I think it's more than that." Peter chuckled.
"It is." Tony said appearing at the edge of the group, having finally recovered his ability to think and speak.
Gibbs looked at Tony, then Peter. "Anthony DiNozzo, my Senior Field Agent."
"Anthony." Peter extended his hand.
"Tony please." Tony smiled shaking the man's hand.
"So what is it that makes your team so special?" Peter asked wanting a second opinion.
"We're family." Tony paused. "In and out of work."
"You're all that close?"
"Yes." Tony nodded. "Some closer than others but that happens in families."
"And who are you closest with?" Peter looked at Gibbs.
"Tony." Gibbs answered quickly.
"Out of necessity? I mean he is your Senior Field Agent."
"No." Gibbs shook his head. "I hand-picked Tony." His tone changed, lower becoming almost sensual. "I wanted him."
Tony's eyes flashed over at Gibbs
"He's that good?" Peter grinned.
Gibbs smirked and winked at Tony. "Oh yeah."
"That says a lot." Peter turned to Tony. "About you."
Tony nodded. "Yeah, I guess."
Gibbs hid a smile knowing what was going through Tony's mind.
Peter asked Gibbs another question. "So do cops make better agents?"
"Sometimes." Gibbs stole another quick glance at Tony. "Tony did, he already had the skills I was looking for. Willing to work hard, put in long hours, do anything I asked." There was a momentary pause. "And he's great with the cuffs."
The people around them chuckled.
"How is he at handling a gun?" Peter laughed.
"Always hits the mark, but then I've never let him handle my gun."
Tony's eyes bugged out and he glared at Gibbs.
"Maybe you should." Michael mumbled under his breath knowing the game that was taking place.
Tony leaned in and whispered to Gibbs. "We need to talk. Now."
Gibbs nodded.
"Not here." Tony shook his head.
"There's a back patio." Gibbs turned to the group. "Peter great meeting you, but I have something that needs handling."
"Sure." Peter nodded. "Nice to meet you."
They shook hands and Gibbs started through the crowd, Tony following.
Michael shook his head.
"Something going on between those two?" Peter asked.
"Oh if there isn't, there's about to be." Michael chuckled.
Making his way down a hall Gibbs walked through a door and onto a screened in back patio. Tony entering a few steps behind.
Gibbs looked at the younger man.
"What the hell are you doing?" Tony wanted it to come out angry and commanding, but instead it came out soft and shaky.
"Talking to you."
"Are you flirting with me?" Tony's voice crackled.
"Yes." Gibbs nodded, surprised Tony asked the question so directly.
Tony stumbled back against the wall behind him. Thinking Gibbs was flirting was one thing, but hearing Gibbs admit it was shocking. "Are you drunk?"
"No." Gibbs snickered. "I don't need to be drunk to flirt with you."
"So after ten years you just suddenly want me?" Tony needed to understand this because it made absolutely no sense to him.
"Not suddenly." Gibbs found it fascinating that Tony was completely clueless that for almost their entire relationship he had felt more than friendship for the younger man.
"Why tonight?" Tony's voice had found some steadiness again.
"Why not."
"I'm not gay." Tony whispered.
"I know. You already said that." Gibbs inched closer their bodies still not touching. He watched as Tony's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"Then what makes you think you have a chance?" Tony's stammered.
"You haven't tried to leave." Gibbs glanced down at Tony' hands. "And your clawing at the wall when really you want to be clawing at me."
Tony realized Gibbs was right. His fingertips were digging into the brick wall behind him and his knuckles were white with the strain. "Gibbs."
Leaning into Tony's ear Gibbs spoke in a soft seductive tone. "You can touch me. Anyway you want."
Involuntarily, Tony's hands left the wall and scratched up Gibbs' back feeling the muscles tighten and shiver under his touch. Reaching Gibbs' shoulders, his fingers dug into the flesh under the shirt.
"Anything you want...whatever you want." Gibbs whispered as his hands gently rested on Tony's hips.
"I don't know what I want." Tony moaned as the simple feel of Gibbs' hands on his hips fueled a new desire within him.
"Then we'll figure it out."
Tony jerked Gibbs forward, their bodies falling against each other. "I don't know if I can do this." He sighed even as he arched his body up against the older man's feeling the heat and desire radiating from Gibbs' body
"Then why is your cock hard?" Gibbs asked as he felt Tony's hard on pressing against his. Drawing back slightly, his eyes danced back and forth between Tony's eyes and mouth, wanting nothing more than to taste the those lips he'd dreamed about for so long.
"Please." Tony whined having no idea what he was asking for but knowing he needed something, anything at this point.
Placing a kiss by Tony's ear, Gibbs kissed his way down the younger man's jaw line, spurred on by the soft whimpers he heard and the shiver of the body against him. He paused as he reached Tony's mouth wanting a sign, something that told him it was okay, that Tony would accept this. Then he saw Tony's tongue dart out and moisten his lips. That was all it took, he seized Tony's lips, tasting them for the first time. Sweet and soft, so soft. At first, there was nothing, no response, Tony's lips unmoved by the kiss. For a moment, Gibbs thought he'd misjudged the situation and was about to stop. But then he felt it, soft lips kissing him back, not only matching his hunger but surpassing it.
Tony found his fingers combing through the soft gray hairs with one hand, the other clawing at Gibbs' back for support as he surrendered to the amazing feel of the passionate embrace. It felt incredible, he'd never experienced a kiss that was so tender yet so filled with this unending need for more.
He moaned into the kiss as Gibbs' fingers clung desperately to his hips, pinning him against the wall. His lungs began to beg for air and he ripped their lips apart, dropping his head back against the wall, aroused and completely dazed by the desire coursing through him.
Seeing Tony's exposed neck, Gibbs' lips descended nipping at the tender flesh.
"Oh God." Tony panted grasping the back of Gibbs' head holding the man there. "Harder."
Driven by his own growing arousal, Gibbs feasted on Tony's neck knowing he was leaving marks and not caring. If this was the one moment he was granted with Tony, he was going to make sure there was a reminder on Tony's body of how much he wanted this man.
"Gibbs I-." Tony groaned as the lips pressed a warm kiss against each mark then lick up his throat.
Gibbs' hands caressed up Tony's ribcage then carelessly drifted back down not stopping at Tony's hips but clawing down the younger man's thighs, dangerously close to his cock.
"Oh fuck!" Tony roared grabbing Gibbs' hips and slammed their cock's together.
Nibbling at Tony's ear lobe he growled as their cock made contact. "Feel how hard you make me?"
"Yes." Tony found himself rubbing their cocks together, reveling in the friction it created. "Feels so good."
"Tony." Gibbs' voice was full of hunger and need. More, he wanted more. He attacked Tony's lips again shocked when Tony's tongue forced its way into his mouth tangling with his own. Letting Tony set the pace, he simply enjoyed it, until Tony finally pulled back gasping for air.
Staring into Gibbs' eyes, Tony saw something and the fear and confusion took hold. His hands worked their way between them and to Gibbs' chest."I can't." He said shoving Gibbs back. "I can't do this." Tony shook his head as his body trembled aching for the return of the warmth against him. "I just can't."
Immediately, Gibbs stepped back further.
"I wish you could-" Tony stopped unable to finish the sentence.
"It's okay." Gibbs took a deep breath, caging the beast. "Really."
"You know I-"
"I get it." Gibbs shook his head. "You don't have to explain."
"I need to go." Tony couldn't look at Gibbs as he scurried from the room.
Gibbs head dropped back and he let out a long breath. "Damn it!" He yelled at himself. This never should have happened. His feelings for Tony weren't a game. And now it was only going to get worse, because now he knew how wonderful it felt to have Tony in his arms, how amazing it was to kiss those lips and he'd never be able to forget.
Dropping down onto the bed, Tony closed his eyes. He'd walked for God knows how long, until he was able to hail a cab to take him the rest of the way home. In the cab ride he called Paul and let him know he'd left the party, saying he didn't feel well and he's talk to him later. Staring up at the ceiling the imagine of earlier flashed through his mind. Gibbs' hands clutching his hips, Gibbs' lips needy and demanding on his neck. He touched his neck feeling the small raised marks starting to form. His cock twitched growing hard again at the mere thought. Tearing at the button and zipper on his slacks, he pulled out his hard cock and rubbed his fingers over the head. Using the pre-cum as lubricant, he ran his hand over the length of his cock and started to stroke it rapidly.
"Fuck." Tony groaned as he felt the embers from his earlier encounter with Gibbs quickly build back to a blazing fire. "Please."
Tony let the fantasy overtake him. The two of them on the patio, Gibbs forcing him against the wall. Then Gibbs' lips savagely devouring his own in a frenzied need to taste every piece of his lips and mouth. Gibbs' hands exploring his body memorizing every touch. Gibbs tearing at his pants to free his cock. And finally the strong calloused hand locked around his dick jacking him off.
"Yes." Tony moaned imaging Gibbs' hand stroking him. "Jethro make me come."
Tony wanted to fight to make it last but it was no use. The fantasy had pushed him too far.
"Jethro, fuck Jethro!" Tony screamed the name as he came, the intensity of it forcing all the air from his lungs and leaving him completely breathless. His body continued to tremble with the aftershocks of pleasure as images of Gibbs flashed through his mind. After what seemed like an eternity, he felt his body calm and he looked down at himself. His cock flaccid, come staining his pants and shirt, he shook his head and groaned.
He'd just jacked off thinking about Gibbs.
"What the hell is going on!" Tony said out loud. "I'm straight." He said it as if that would make it all go away. The feelings, the want, the need, the undeniable hunger. Leaving the bed, Tony striped off his clothes and made his way into the shower.
Pressing his hands against the shower wall, Tony closed his eyes letting the warm water rain down over his body praying it would take the confusion with it. Instead a new fantasy rushed in...Gibbs behind him in the shower, the strong calloused hand again wrapped around his cock. But this time Gibbs' cock buried inside him fucking him mercilessly while he whimpered and moaned for more.
"Damn it." Tony forced his eyes open the imagine quickly fading away. His hard cock the only reminder of the fantasy still remaining.
When Tony finally emerged from the shower his hard on was gone, taken care of again by masturbating to the fantasy he had of his boss. He climbed into bed, pulled the covers up over his chest and closed his eyes. Sleep was nowhere in sight as his mind raced trying to figure out what he was feeling for Gibbs, his boss, his friend. Was it just a passing lust brought on by Gibbs sudden flirtation? Or was it more? Could he actually want to be with Gibbs and not just for sex? The thought of having sex with a man had never crossed his mind. Having an actual relationship with a man wasn't even in his vocabulary. Oh he'd had men come on to him, flirt with him, even ask him out but he always politely explained he wasn't interested. And never had he let any man touch him, kiss him like Gibbs.
Tony ran his hands over his face, but then Gibbs was...Gibbs. Their relationship had always been different. There was something unique in the way they related to each other. A closeness they shared that other people couldn't understand or penetrate. They were so much alike yet different, two sides of the same coin, always in perpetual motion together. Tony chuckled to himself. Some form of sexual attraction actually seemed unavoidable. In all honesty, the sexual tension had always been there. And if he was really honest with himself, he'd felt it, he just never thought twice about it, always brushing it aside. But he couldn't brush it aside now, now it was in his face and etched in his memory.
And right now he wanted nothing more than to be back against that wall with Gibbs devouring him? Devouring very inch of him, his lips, his neck, his cock.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Tony howled into the darkness as his cock started to harden again. He needed to let this go, it couldn't happen. Not after realizing how he felt and what he saw in Gibbs' eyes.