Hi everyone. Wanted to make a few author's notes.

1. I hope everyone is enjoying Tony in this story. Remember, he's NOT our Tony, it's an AU, and therefore, both he and Gibbs are different. Please let me know what you think about that difference.

2. Cried like a baby at the "Faith" episode last week. I love Jackson so much.

3. I hoping to update "Taken" and "A Hint of Doubt" this weekend, too.

4. There's a lot of sex in this chapter. If you're not a slash fan, don't read.

5. Don't own NCIS but wish I did.

6. I love love love reviews.

Stillwater Chapter 4

Tony had barely touched his beer when he felt Jethro enter the room. He spied the older man in the mirror behind the bar, drinking in the site of him as he came to Tony's side. He was dressed in all black, the clothes accentuating the silver hair and making his blue eyes deepen. Tony smiled as he felt Jethro move behind him, trapping him against the bar as he had done to Jethro earlier today in the General Store. Despite his earlier words he hadn't been convinced that Jethro would show tonight. But here he is, in the flesh. "Hey there," Tony said, pushing his back a bit into Jethro's chest, the feel of the hard cock against him making his desire race. "Buy you a drink?"

"Don't need it," came the reply. Jethro's hands slipped from the bar to Tony's thighs, slipping around the younger man and stroking strongly along the hard muscle. "Get the key?"

Tony nodded, Jethro's actions robbing him momentarily of speech, sighing with both relief and sadness when Jethro moved away from him and headed to the door. They walked in silence to the back area, the urgency between them a live, shimmering tension. Once inside, they barely let the door close before coming together in a twist of arms and mouths and hard cocks. Jethro had anchored Tony against the wall, pressing his entire body against Tony in a mind boggling caress of heat and strength.

"Oh, god," Tony groaned as Jethro's teeth scraped the sensitive cords in his neck.

"What are you doing to me, Tony?" Jethro asked, his hands busy with buttons and belts and zippers. "I swore I wasn't going to come tonight, that it had to end." He paused to suck in Tony's bottom lip, nibbling gently before sweeping his tongue inside for another deep kiss.

Tony pulled his mouth away. "Why did you?" he asked, hands threading through the silver hair to pull back Jethro's head. Their eyes locked. "Why are you here?"

"Can't stay away," Jethro admitted. "You're in my blood, Tony. Somehow you crawled inside me, and I can't stop wanting you, needing you."

Tony's heart flared at his words. He nodded, his voice catching in his throat. "Feel the same way," Tony confessed. "Jethro…"

"Shhh," Jethro said, lowering his head once more. "Sex now, talk later."

"But..."

"No buts, except yours on the bed," Jethro ordered letting go of Tony and pulling him across the room. With a minimum of movements Jethro removed both his and Tony's clothing, pushing the younger man onto the bed and crawling after him. His hard cock pressed against Tony's thigh as Jethro pulled Tony close and straddled his leg. One hand moved down Tony's body to palm his cock, making Tony buck off the bed, rubbing against Jethro's leaking cock, causing him to groan. "Jesus, you're something else," Jethro said, looking down at his hand rubbing Tony's cock. "Big and hard and taste so good," Jethro said before leaning down to swipe his tongue along the head.

"Not so bad yourself, big guy," Tony said, snaking his hand between their bodies to press Jethro's cock against his thigh.

Jethro laughed at Tony's line. "We have got to work on your sex talk, Tony."

"Never had any complaints before, but if you think I need the practice for the future, okay."

Jethro froze as a wave of jealousy shot through him. The idea of anyone else's hands on Tony, anyone else kissing him, fucking him, making him come was wrong, all wrong. Jethro had no right to feel like this but feel like this he did. "There had better not be anyone else," Jethro said, his voice low and controlled. His hand tightened on Tony's cock to emphasize his words. "Not now, not for a long time."

Tony shivered at the words. "No one, Jethro," he said, shaking his head.

Jethro heard Tony's reply but needed the actions. He shifted a bit to access the drawer by the bed, pulling out lube and a condom, putting both on his cock with haste before slicking his fingers and diving for Tony. "No one but me," Jethro whispered as his fingers slipped inside.

Tony sighed at the touch, hips moving against Jethro's hand, helping to open him. But Tony didn't need much prepping and was soon mewling for Jethro's cock. "Please, now," he said, pulling the other man's hand out and spreading his legs. Jethro needed no second invitation, moving swiftly to Tony, lifting his hips and sliding straight inside.

It had been a week, Tony thought. How had he lived a week without Jethro inside him? Tony wrapped his legs around Jethro and squeezed, his actions rewarded by a groan.

Jethro lifted himself on his elbows to peer down at Tony, their eyes locking once more. Slowly, Jethro moved, a slight friction that caused a hundred nerves to shoot through Jethro's body. He reached down to kiss Tony, a soft kiss that echoed the movements of his body, tongue sweeping at the same rhythm.

Tony's whole body was reacting as well, his legs tightening more, his hands roaming Jethro's back, his mouth answering each kiss. His mind flying, he realized they were actually making love, not just fucking. The idea shimmied through Tony and landed in his cock, causing him to come faster than either man expected.

Jethro paused as he felt the stickiness on his belly, shifting up to look at Tony with a soft smile on his mouth.

Eyes wide, Tony looked at Jethro with embarrassment blushing his cheeks. "Gee, uh, that almost never happens," Tony joked.

"S'okay," Jethro said with a kiss, pulling away from Tony only to have the younger man tighten his grip. "Tony…"

"Finish," Tony said, nipping Jethro's ear. "Please, I want to…I want to watch you, please." Tony accompanied his words with more hip thrusts, moving Jethro's cock in and out until the older man took over, the friction moving fast. Tony kept his eyes open as Jethro pumped inside him. Going faster and faster, Tony felt the tension building in Jethro and with one last shove the older man collapsed.

Tony lay in Jethro's arms, sweat sticky and sex sated, at this moment utterly at peace with the world. Tony felt there was nothing better than lying in bed after sex. He'd always hated when his partners would jump up and leave as soon as they came. This was so much better, he thought, snuggling a bit deeper against an equally sweaty Jethro. Much better, indeed.

Then again, Tony was beginning to think everything about Jethro was better. Jethro's arms were around him, a slice of moonlight illuminating the bed through the blinds on the window, and sense of peace surrounded him. Nothing could be better.

"Tell me about Baltimore."

Tony sighed. Even if that peace was momentary and probably just an illusion as well. "There's nothing to tell," he said flatly.

Jethro shifted on the bed and pulled Tony to lie flat. He lifted on an elbow to peer down at the other man. Jethro's talk with his father had given him some clues about Tony but not why he'd really come to Stillwater. Jethro wanted…needed Tony to tell him about his past, instead of waiting for McGee's report. "Tony, a big city cop doesn't leave just because they inherit a house somewhere," Jethro argued. "What happened?"

Tony ran a hand over his face. "I loved the job, loved the city, loved making a difference. I was the youngest cop to ever make detective and the brass thought I should be partnered with an old timer, someone to show me the ropes. You know much about the Baltimore PD, Jethro?"

Jethro shook his head. "A case now and then, they usually gave up to NCIS pretty fast."

"Well, Fred Jackson was a legend. A detective's detective. Smart, tenacious, an almost perfect record. I felt like the luckiest son of a bitch ever when I got paired with Fred."

Jethro remained silent.

"We'd been partnered for about eighteen months when I noticed some things. Things like Fred's wife had a new car every six months. Or that his daughter was going to a really expensive school. Or that when we had a drug case, Fred always managed to pass it off to another team, always one that seemed to have a bad record with drug cases."

"He was on the take?"

"Oh, yeah," Tony confirmed. "I did some digging, following Fred and his wife, and found that Fred was on the payroll of the Montevidi's, a drug running family in Baltimore." Tony shifted up on the bed until he was sitting against the head board.

Jethro sat up as well. "You confronted him." It wasn't a question.

"Oh, yeah," he said again. "Fred said I was a fool, that all the cops did it, and I should reap the benefits as well. Told me I could cash in big time, get everything I always wanted." Tony sighed. "All I wanted was for it to be a bad dream." Tony fidgeted with the sheet pooled around his hips. "He gave me the choice of joining him, I gave him the chance of turning himself in."

"I'm guessing he refused."

"Not right off," Tony explained. "Wanted twenty-four hours to think about it. We shook hands, went our separate ways. I stopped at a bar for a drink and then headed home. Fred was waiting for me."

Jethro gripped Tony's arm, his gut telling him what was coming next.

"Fred was at my place, his throw away piece already pulled out and pointing at me. Told me again I was a fool and he was sorry, but he was not gonna go down for taking money from dirtbags that made it easier for him to protect others better." Tony slid his arm down until his fingers laced with Jethro's. He picked up the hand with both of his own, taking comfort in the strong, rough palm against his hand. "I managed to flip a table at him and knocked his shot off balance, giving me time to get my gun out and bam, double tap in the chest. Fred was gone."

Tony dropped Jethro's hand, smiling tightly as he finished his tale. "After that, things just went for worse to completely fucked. IA cleared me, all of Fred's dealings were made public, but the rest of the force saw me as the bad guy. Never mind the fact I had almost been killed by a dirty cop. The thin blue line of the Baltimore PD closed against me. I figured I'd better leave before I took a bullet in the back. When I heard from Uncle Dom's lawyers, I turned in my gun and badge and never looked back."

Tony jumped out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, running water in the sink and splashing it over his face, rubbing hard. He grabbed the towel off the rack and dried his face, avoiding looking in the mirror. He dipped the towel under the tap before tuning off the water and returning to the bed, sitting next to Jethro. "So, that's the sad tale of Tony DiNozzo," he said, pulling down the sheet over Jethro's hips and softly running the damp towel over Jethro's belly and cock. "Your turn now."

Jethro reached over and flipped on the light. "My turn?"

"Yeah, your turn," Tony said, dropping the towel and running a hand over the angry looking scar on Jethro's hip. "Tell me about this."

Jethro shrugged. "Got shot."

"Jethro…"

The sound of a phone ringing saved Jethro from having to answer. Tony knew the ring tone wasn't his, so he snagged Jethro's pants from the floor and tossed them on the bed.

Jethro flipped the phone open, legs shifting to sit on the bed with his feet on the floor. "Yeah, Gibbs."

"Hey Boss, hope I'm not disturbing you," McGee said. "I figured you'd want to know if I found anything right away."

Tony crawled onto the bed to kneel behind Gibbs. His hands ghosted over Jethro's back and he couldn't control the shiver that ran through him at the soft touch. "You are, McGee, but it's okay. What did you find?"

"There's a federal investigation into the Winslow Mining Company, but really, that isn't unusual. I did some additional research and found most mining companies are being investigated for one thing or another at all times during they year."

"I still want to see it, McGee." His breath sucked in as Tony's hands moved from his back to his chest, running across his nipples, scraping the tight buds.

"Yeah, sure Boss," the young agent replied. "There's also some information on Sheriff Gantry."

"Thought there might be." He stopped the groan from his throat as Tony's hands moved lower to his semi-hard cock while pressing his own growing erection against Jethro's back . "You know where Stillwater is, McGee?"

"I, uh, I can find it, Boss."

"Great, get up here tomorrow." Jethro did groan as one of Tony's hands slipped between Jethro's legs to stroke his sac.

"You okay, Boss?

Jethro wedged the phone between his shoulder and head so his hands could cover Tony's on his crotch, rubbing the other man's hands against him. "Yeah, fine, McGee. Just get up here with the information you found."

"Including the information on Deputy—"

"Don't need it, McGee."

"You want me to destroy it, Boss?"

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." Jethro pulled a hand away to snap the phone shut and toss it away.

Tony took advantage of that to pull Jethro back on the bed. "Don't think our conversation is over," he said before sweeping his tongue against Jethro's neck before fastening on his mouth. He reached over to grasp the lube from the table, opening the bottle and pouring it all over Jethro's cock. "But right now I need to be inside you." Tony slipped a finger inside Jethro, loving the hot, tight feel of him.

"God…Tony," Jethro's voice was strained, his hips moving against Tony's finger. "Don't...do…this…"

Tony slipped in a second finger, pushing deep as Jethro writhed against him. "Don't do this?" he asked. "You want me to stop?"

Jethro's head shook almost violently. He reached down and slicked his hand on the lube pooled on his body and moved to cover Tony's cock. "Don't…do this…except with you," he hissed, trying to pull Tony into him.

Tony's fingers slipped out and he moved between Jethro's legs, spreading them wide and lifting up on his hands. He paused before entering Jethro, a look of possession in his eyes. "There had better now be anyone else," Tony said, echoing Jethro's words of earlier. "Not now, now for a long time."

With that, Tony pushed inside and made Jethro scream.