"Oh God." Tony groaned as the morning sun washed over his eyelids. Slowly he opened his eyes and the room came into view. He glanced around at the ceiling and walls, realizing this wasn't the room he was sharing with McGee. Sitting up, the blanket slid down over his bare chest. He picked up the blanket and looked down at his naked body. "Shit." He closed his eyes a moment mentally preparing himself for the woman he no doubt would find lying next to him. Opening his eyes, he glanced over and shot out of the bed. "OH FUCK!" He slammed his eyes closed as the room spun and the drumming pounded in his brain. His hands went to his head as he tried to make the dizziness stop. Feeling the ground solid under his feet, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes, expecting the vision before him to have changed.

Okay think. Tony said to himself. Everyone went out, some bar that Abby found, lots of shots...food, somebody wanted food. Tony groaned and grabbed his stomach, the mere thought of food making him feel sick. Food, no he didn't want food then either. Gibbs, Gibbs said they could go home...but they didn't go home. Where did they go? It took a moment as Tony tried to search through the foggy haze of his mind to find the information. Another bar. He groaned again. Horrible, horrible shots. What was after that? Remember, remember. He thought as he smacked his forehead then hissed as the thumping increased. Then flashes, quick little slivers of memories. Gibbs, a kiss, a passionate kiss...between them. Tony's mouth dropped open. Gibbs had kissed him! Gibbs wanted him. They didn't! He shook his head. No, there was no way!

Tony walked over to the bed and stared down at the man lying there on his stomach. Carefully, he lifted up the blanket then quickly let it drop back down onto the naked body. He clamped his hand over his mouth turning the scream into a whimper. The image of Gibbs' naked ass now forever itched into his retinas. Pacing at the end of the bed, Tony tried to piece together the rest of the night. The kiss... damn it, why couldn't he remember anything after that!

Rolling onto his back, Gibbs opened his eyes, then rose up on his elbow watching the man pace at the end of the bed. "Not that I don't enjoy the view, but you might wanna put some clothes on."

The voice made Tony stop and stare into the blue eyes already staring at him.

Gibbs' eyes leered down Tony's naked body, then back up and he smirked.

Tony looked down at himself, suddenly realizing he was still naked. He jerked the blanket from the bed wrapping it tightly around his waist.

Gibbs managed to hold onto the sheet and keep it over his own naked body. "Tony, I-"

"Wait!" Tony held up the hand not clutching at the blanket. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Um, yeah-" Gibbs nodded. "Some of it, not all though."

Tony's eyes closed as he took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, he asked. "Did we-"

"No!" Gibbs bellowed. "God, Tony I wouldn't."

Tony drew his head back furrowing his brow. "I thought you wanted me?"

Gibbs' face mirrored Tony's confused expression. "I do, but not like that."

"We were naked, in bed."

"I tried to get you to go to your room, you wouldn't." Gibbs sighed. "I offered you the bed, you said you'd sleep on the couch."

"I was on the couch." Somehow Tony remembered that.

"Then you climbed into bed with me." Gibbs couldn't keep the grin off his face.

"Oh God, I did!" Tony rubbed his aching forehead.

"I wanted to go to the couch."

"I wouldn't let you." Tony's head dropped down as the memory rushed back. "I said-shit."

Gibbs grinned. "Shit was not what you said."

"I am so sorry!" Even knowing how much Gibbs hated apologies, Tony knew Gibbs would accept this one.

"Never thought I needed to learn to deal with temptation by having it naked in my bed."

"I can't believe I said that to you." He was never drinking again. Tony promised himself. He turned sideways and looked at Gibbs. "Guess I wasn't that much of a temptation, you resisted."

Gibbs sat back against the head board. "Barely."

"You didn't even touch me."

"No." Gibbs shook his head, then paused. "Well, that's not entirely true."

Tony swallowed hard.

"I woke up at one point with your hand on my ass, I moved it."

Tony flopped back on the bed. "Great, I felt you up in my sleep! Now I have that thought along with the image of your bare ass."

Gibbs' eyebrow went up. "When did you see my bare ass?"

Chewing at his bottom lip, Tony tipped his head back and looked up at Gibbs. He laughed, the whole situation was too much. "When I woke up, I looked under the cover to see if you were naked."

"Trying to figure out if anything happened?"

"Yeah." Tony laughed again. "At least you were lying on your stomach."

"True." Gibbs sighed. "Would have hated for you to have the image of my hard cock imbedded in your mind."

Tony sat up his mouth open, eyes wide with a look of complete shock on his face.

"You were naked in bed with me, I may have been able to avoid the temptation of touching, but that doesn't mean I didn't have a reaction."

"This is so surreal." Tony still thought this was some sort of dream. "I never thought I would hear you tell me I gave you a hard on."

"I need to tell you something about last night." Gibbs rubbed his hand over his mouth.

Laughing nervously, Tony shook his head. "What could I possibly have done that is worse than making

you face temptation by climbing into bed with you naked, feeling you up, and giving you a hard on?"

"Do you remember what happened right after I kissed you?"

Racking his brain, Tony thought back. The kiss, Gibbs looking upset and disappointed. "Cheering and clapping. Were people watching us?"

"No." Gibbs chuckled. "The cheering and clapping wasn't for us, it was for another couple."

"A couple." Another flash and Tony snapped his fingers. "A wedding, there was some hokey all-night wedding chapel."

Gibbs nodded.

"Okay, so we saw a wedding." Tony shrugged. Another flash. Elvis with a bible standing in front of him and Gibbs. He suddenly held up his hands and saw the silver band on his left ring finger. "What the hell!" He looked down at Gibbs' left hand and saw the matching ring, then glared at Gibbs. "WE GOT MARRIED!"

"How the hell did this happen?" Tony yelled, standing next to the bed.

"We were drunk."

"Drunk?" Tony screamed. "You just said you remembered."

"I said I remembered some things, not all of it."

Tony growled, pounding his fist against his forehead. Damn it, remember! The drumming pain shot through his head again and he sat down on the end of the bed. He took a deep breath trying to keep his voice calm. "But you remember getting married."

"Sorta."

Tony rubbed his forehead. "You sorta remember?"

"We decided to go in and watch one of the weddings performed by that stupid fat Elvis."

"Okay." Tony racked his brain and he suddenly looked at Gibbs. "You said it would be funny for us to go up to the altar and pretend. Say some cheesy vows and laugh about it."

"Something like that." Gibbs sighed.

"I signed something." Tony recalled a paper, signing it and laughing.

"A marriage license."

"Son of a bitch." Tony flopped down on the bed. This had to be some nightmare and he was actually still asleep. He pinched his left arm and felt the sting. "This is like some DiNozzo version of The Hangover." Tony's eyes went wide and he touched his face. "I didn't get a face tattoo did I?"

"No." Gibbs snickered.

"Have you actually seen that movie?"

"Yeah, you made me watch it remember?"

"Oh yeah." Tony grinned. "I was surprised you actually laughed at a couple spots."

Gibbs shrugged. "It had its moments."

"One of the rare moments you actually spent alone with me." Tony paused as the memory of the kiss flashed through his mind. "Although, it makes sense now why you were plastered against the far end of the couch."

"You told me Abby and McGee were gonna be there." That was the only reason Gibbs had agreed to go to Tony's apartment that night.

"They were, but then something happened." Tony shook his head. "They had an argument I think."

"I wouldn't have showed up if I knew it was going to be just us."

"Yeah, I know." At least Tony now understood why Gibbs was always reluctant to spend time alone with him. Gibbs had feelings for him, that was going to be a whole other conversation, but right now they needed to deal with this marriage thing. "What are we going to do about this?"

"What do you wanna do?"

Sitting up, Tony stared at Gibbs with a look of utter shock. "What do you mean what do I wanna do about this? We got married in a drunken stupor, are you sure this marriage is even legal?"

"Yeah." Gibbs nodded. "It's legal."

"Even though we were both shit faced?"

"Unfortunately, being drunk doesn't excuse or nullify signing your name to a marriage license."

"Right." Tony chuckled. "So we get an annulment. I'm sure the judge will understand, we were drunk, it was stupid and we should never have gotten married. We didn't even have sex." He chuckled again. "Us having sex, come on!"

When Gibbs didn't respond, Tony looked at the man and instantly regretted making the off handed comment.

"I didn't mean-it's not that-" Tony sighed. "It's the situation, it's funny and-"

"We should get dressed." Gibbs went to get up and Tony gently touched his arm. "Don't." He whispered, his entire body instantly responding to the touch.

Tony's hand fell away. "I just wanna understand."

"Understand what?" There was more bite in Gibbs' words than he intended as his gaze narrowed. "How badly I want you? How it's taking every ounce of resolve I have not to rip that blanket off you and explore every inch of your body?" He clenched his jaw. "Believe me, us having sex is something I would have no problem with."

"That didn't come out right." Why did everything he was saying seem to come out wrong?

"Forget it."

"I just-" Tony's hands tugged at his hair in frustration. "I can only deal with one thing at a time here and ending this marriage takes precedence over us talking about how we feel."

"Fine." Gibbs got up, clutching the sheet around him as he grabbed some clothes from the closet.

"Gibbs." As Tony said the name the bathroom door slammed closed behind Gibbs. He groaned. This was not how he wanted this conversation to end.

Emerging from the bathroom, Gibbs immediately noticed the empty room, then the smell of coffee, his coffee. He always brought his own brew on out of town overnight trips. Of course Tony knew that and knew exactly how to make coffee the way he liked it. As much as he tried to avoid sharing a room with Tony on overnight assignments or stakeouts, every once in awhile it couldn't be prevented. So Tony found out about the coffee and learned exactly how much to use to make a perfect cup.

Pouring himself a cup, he dropped down in the chair by the window. He took a sip and smiled, perfect. Leaning back in the chair, he closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. Somewhere in his drunken mind he had formed a plan last night, but that plan hadn't worked out like he wanted, but then when do alcohol induced plans ever work out. So now he was sitting here regretting everything. The kiss, telling Tony he had deeper feelings than friendship... that wasn't completely true. He didn't regret that kiss, it was what he'd wanted for years and Tony had kissed him back, maybe not with the same passion or feelings that he had, but something was there.

When he opened his eyes they were drawn to his left hand and the band around his finger. He'd never given up on falling in love and getting married again, even figured he'd marry a man. It wasn't that he was hiding that he liked men, he just hadn't had a relationship with a man that reached the level where he wanted to share. He sighed, hard to build a relationship with someone when you're already in love with someone else. That was a part of the truth, he hadn't told Tony. He was already in love with his SFA, his friend, and could hardly remember a time when he wasn't.

If it had been anyone else, Gibbs would have done everything possible to have a relationship, would have tried to seduce the younger man years ago and this morning, but Tony was different. His brow furrowed as the thought settled in his mind. Why was Tony so different? He'd always thought it was because of rule twelve and their friendship, but he'd broken rule twelve before, risked a friendship for a relationship, so why should Tony be any different? He wasn't. When Gibbs wanted someone he went after them, one hundred percent and didn't give up until he knew for certain a relationship wasn't possible. Right now, there were too many unanswered questions when it came to Tony, and he couldn't just give up.

Picking up his phone, Gibbs searched his contacts for a number he hadn't called in years. He smirked before he hit send and the call rang through. "It's Gibbs, I need a favor."

Gibbs was just about to call Tony when there was a knock at the door. He looked out the peep hole, then opened it. "I was gonna call you."

"I called, sent over an annulment request, and got an appointment with the judge in an hour." Tony glanced at his watched. "We should probably go, takes little over a half hour to get there."

"Sure." Gibbs nodded. "Let me grab my wallet."