Gibbs

He was in the garden, desperately trying to get rid of the image in his head.

Tony bending over his desk in the attempt to grab some forgotten item. His ass pointing towards him like it begged for his hands to work it. Oh, what would he give to work it instead of this wood. And then the sparks in the younger's eyes as he waved goodbye. Gibbs was sure he was about to explode. Before his SFA, he wasn't into men and he needed long to decipher his feelings. But lately he wished he didn't. It wasn't about Tony being a man but about Tony being Tony. He was his subordinate, Rule #12, never date a co-worker. But even more important he couldn't stand the thought of losing him and he was sure Tony would run and hide, if he would only so much as wink at him. No this wasn't going to happen, even if he had to suck it up and jerk off under the shower.

The well-known footsteps on his verada made him groan inwardly. He had heard them way too often to keep his self-restraint up for much longer and it seemed as if they appeared more often lately.

What was he doing up there? Was Tony staring at him?

"Seen enough, DiNozzo?"

"Uh, yes boss. Sorry, boss." Tony hurried the few steps down to offer a bottle. "I brought some beer. Thought you might like company."

If the younger would just know how right he was. Gibbs inner struggle between spending time together and banish him from his spare time got worse everyday. He would like to just grap him, now and here, and fuck him until he liked it.

But instead he just janked his head towards the table. From the corner of his eyes he saw the younger man sit down, he seemed distracted. After several minutes Gibbs started to wonder.

"Something wrong?" He inquired.

"No. Why do you think so?" Tony's voice sounded somewhat higher. Didn't sound truthfully.

"You're quiet!"

"Just tired, boss. This case has been more exhausting than I thought. I guess."

Gibbs mused about toll the work took on Tony, while he did the last grinding to finish the wood off. It wasn't a tough or complicated case. He grunted in return not trusting his tongue, as he turned towards Tony. The sun on his face and the button-down shirt tight around his body was a stunning picture. Beer. He need definitely a beer. Not trusting his legs either he slowly walked in the direction of the table. The younger eyed him. Why? Did he gulped? Gibbs stared into his eyes as he was in front of him, trying to find the answers. Could be weariness, could be discomfort, could be anything. He reached for his beer. Tony closed his eyes. It must be discomfort, he didn't like a half-naked old man so near, of course. Gibb cursed himself for not thinking about it. Beer. An awful lot of it, now. As the younger moved, he gazed down on him to figure out what to do next. What to do to ease the tension he just created.

"Too tired to help?" He asked, pitching his head towards the wood. Tony smiled and got to his feet. He was smiling. This was better.

"Take your shirt off… Or don't complain, if it gets ruined." The older muttered, not sure if he would survive this view but he knew he would never hear the end of it, if Tony would ruin it.

As his SFA way too slowly for his liking opened button by button he couldn't resist to watch. How could this guy make him so… horny just by opening some damn buttons?

"This down. This up." Gibbs brought to his lip only, as his half-naked desire on two legs walked towards the wood. The weight of it was a bit but he had handled it on his own in the first place. Replacing one with an other he tried to focus on the wood, so he didn't have to see the lean body infront of him moving. As Tony hissed he jerked his head up and out of some highly indecent thoughts.

"Shit!" He groaned as he saw blood rushing down towards Tony's jeans. "Inside!"

"What are we going to do?" Tony didn't seemed to noticed.

"You're bleeding." Gibbs informed him.

As they entered the kitchen he pointed to the table and grumbled, "Lay down. Get the aid kid."

He walked down into the basement. Swearing under his breath. Now he had to deal with this. Now he had to touch his body and still stay controlled. He could do a lot but this…

He grabbed the first aid kid and made his way back into the kitchen.

His breath got stuck in his chest as he saw Tony on the table. So damn hot. The sweat was glittering on his skin and the slightly protruded jeans made a sharp contrast to his green boxer. The younger's gaze was fixed to the ceiling and he seemed oblivious to his return.

Gibbs walked over and sat next to the wound. He carefully examined the tear, while desperately trying to fix every touch, every feel of Tony under his fingers in his brain, so he could revel in it later.

"Don't need stitches." He mumbled and Tony propped himself on his elbows to watch.

He pushed him back on the table admiring the way how his bare chest felt pressed to his palm. C'mon, he had to focus on the wound. Get this done and then get Tony to leave for today. It was more than enough sexual frustration for a whole week. He poured the antisep on the wound and Tony started to fidget, with a firm hand on his lower abdomen he fixed the younger to do it again. Tony hissed in pain and as his muscles under Gibbs palm tensed he couldn't help but lick his lips. This guy was just so… C'mon get yourself together. He started to dress the wound applying the patches as light as he could so he was sure he didn't hurt Tony and even more important didn't touch him. But as he was done he couldn't help but stare at the naked stomach in front of him. One last gaze and that's it. Then he will be back to his normal self.

"My mom used to kiss it."

"I'm not your mom, DiNozzo!" Gibbs got to his feet, head-slapped Tony and turned to leave. Yes back to his old self.

"To bad!"

He froze in his movements. Did he just implied he would like Gibbs to kiss him?

"Sure you're not?"

Gibbs slowly turned towards his SFA. Was it possible DiNozzo could… would… NO!

With an angry "Sure!", he left the kitchen. He was angry about the fact that his brain was taking every silly, stupid sentence Tony sad for real. It was obvious that he just made a joke but he immediately started to hope. He would focus back on his work and to hell with 'Mr Sex on legs'.

"Can I try it, boss?" Gibbs was caught of guard. He was so deep in his anger that he didn't even heard Tony coming. After he collected himself he handed the younger his tool and watched as he tried and failed several times.

Finally Gibbs couldn't hold back anymore. "Long, smooth movements, DiNozzo." He growled next to his SFA's ear. "Less pressure." The fact that he was just inches away from him made him dizzy. He could smell the mixture of aftershave and sweat clinging to the other's bare chest. He felt his last resistance slip as he stepped up behind him, bringing his arms around Tony to guide him. The feeling of both bodies pressed together and the movement of the younger's muscles under his touch let his cock take control, no way for any reasonable thought.

He spun the younger around pinning him to the railing of the veranda, his cock was rock hard as he pressed it to Tony's tights. The friction provided by this move was more than pleasure. After this day, full of temptations, he just gonna give in and deal with the consequences later.

"God, DiNozzo! You drivin' me crazy. Strollin' in here whenever you like, looking like sex on legs and then a man is supposed to keep his self control! Do you know how many times I was about to pin you somewhere and just fuck you till you beg for more?"

Now it was out. The words hung in between them and Gibbs desperately wanted to take them back but this was not going to happen. He waited for Tony to free himself, to punch him or whatever he was going to do now.

Soft lips were pressed to his mouth hard, as they touched Tony moaned as if he had waited for it as long as Gibbs did. Was it real? Was Tony kissing him right now, right here and enjoying it, even longing for it?

He pushed every thought out of his mind. If this was going to happen just once he wanted to feel and taste everything in every detail, so he could revel in it in lonely nights again and again.

He grabbed Tony's neck and fixed him to his lips, hoping he could prevent the younger to change his mind. He deepened the kiss, letting all his desiere and sexuall tension siping into it. His body started to tremble as his tongue nearly forced his way into Tony's mouth. Self-control was not an option. As their tongues touched, he couldn't suppress a moan and was surprised his SFA was doing the same.

He was right on the edge the friction on his length was nearly unbearable. Kitchen table. He moved Tony into the kitchen feeling his hands roaming over his back, along his spine, finding the small of his back and sliding on his sides back up again. Those soft hands on his skin combined with his lips still clinging to the youngers made him nearly come immediately.

Thank god, the table! Tony was nibbling on his neck now and he was going to burst.

"Not here." The younger whispered as he took Gibbs hand and tucked him towards the upper floor. What? Why? What? Gibbs groaned inwardly in depression. So close. He was so close. Walking behind Tony up the stairs, his eyes admired the nice, sexy ass right in front of him. Not able to hold back he grabbed him in the middle of the stairs and kissed him hard again. This guy was driving him crazy.