Title: Old Habits Chapter 7
Slash/Mature: Don't like, don't read.
Summary: Has Gibbs fallen back into old habits after the shooting? When Tony shows up to talk to Gibbs, they are interrupted by a young, beautiful red headed woman bringing dinner.
A short chapter but more soon. All mistakes are mine, this has not been proofed.
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Standing before the familiar door, Gibbs took a deep breath and tapped at it. When he didn't hear anything from the other side he was about to tap the door again when it opened. The air rushed from his lungs when he saw the man that had been haunting his every waking moment standing before him in just a pair of sweats.
Tony leaned against the open door and looked at the older man.
Gibbs' eyes involuntarily skimmed down the younger man's bare chest. "I couldn't sleep."
"Me either."
They stood there a moment an awkward silence falling between them. Then Tony's hand gently touched Gibbs' cheek. "I need to know what you want Jethro?"
The words laced with such longing and love tore at Gibbs' heart. Barely taking a step inside, Gibbs reached out and latched onto the side of Tony's neck and jerked the younger man towards him. He devoured the man's lips with all the raw emotion coursing through him. Kicking the door closed behind him, Gibbs was shoved unceremoniously against it as Tony fought back against the assault. The battle for dominance was a stale mate, they were too evenly matched for either to win. The years of pent up desire and denial made them both unrelenting in their assaults.
Biting down on Gibbs bottom lips, Tony drew it out and let go, he was just about to capture Gibbs' lips again when he felt the hands grab both sides of his face and hold him still. Blue eyes locked on green.
"I love you." The words came out in a breathless sigh as Gibbs shook his head. "I love you so much it makes my soul ache." All the doubt and fear faded away as Gibbs spoke the words. He didn't wait for a reply as he crushed his lips back against Tony's. A reply wasn't wanted or needed, all he wanted was more of the man he loved. His hands clawed their way up Tony's bare back feeling every muscle contract as his fingers made contact. The body leaned heavily against him as Gibbs' hands continued their exploration feeling the goose bumps under his fingertips. He felt the hands snake around him and cup his ass pressing their bodies even closer together. It was too much and not enough sending Gibbs' mind and body reeling.
Gibbs' head fell back against the door as they both took a deep breath, their lips battered and bruised. Still trying to catch his breath, Gibbs' arms wrapped tightly around Tony's waist. "I needed to tell you and to finally hold on to what is mine and always has been."
Taking Gibbs' hands from around his waist and holding them gently, Tony lead Gibbs towards the bedroom, stopping as they reached the side of the bed.
"Tony, I-" Gibbs sighed as the soft lips brushed against his just for a brief moment.
"I know." Tony smiled softly. Tonight was about honesty, closeness, and love, not sex and Tony understood that. Letting go of Gibbs' hands, he started to push the sweatshirt up Gibbs' body and he noticed the quarter step back Gibbs took as if he was about to stop the action. The sweatshirt fell back into place as Tony searched the blue eyes, it took only a moment for him to realize Gibbs hesitation. Taking Gibbs' hand again, he held it against his chest. "I have loved you since the day I stepped in to NCIS and I could tell you about every scar on your body since that moment." Tony sighed. "I may not have seen them, but I know exactly where they are and what they're from."
"There are more than you can possible know." Gibbs' body felt old, battered and bruised, even before this last battle. It was one of the countless reasons he'd used to tell himself Tony deserved better.
Tony let Gibbs' hand fall from his and he cupped Gibbs' left cheek his thumb brushing over a small line under Gibbs' left eye. "This is from the fight with Sergeant Leeka." His hand left Gibbs' cheek and his fingertip touched a pale mark on the bridge of Gibbs' nose. "This is from when your chopper went down over Russia." His hand dropped down to Gibbs' chest then sweep across to Gibbs' left shoulder, he let his fingers touch a few spots then stopped. "Right under here is where Steven shot you in the diner." Tony's green eyes never faltered as he moved his fingers to Gibbs right shoulder, running them across Gibbs' clavicle. "This is from Daniel hitting you with the car." Tony's fingers brushed across Gibbs right brow. "This is from Bankston when you had to shoot Agent Lee on the bus." Tony felt his wrist grabbed in a vice like grip as his hand was pulled back. "Do you want me to go on?"
Gibbs shook his head slowly as he released Tony's wrist and swallowed the ball of emotion lodge in his throat. Before him stood a man that had been there for him when no one else had, a man that had saved his life more than once, had seen him and his best and his worst and loved him because of it all. He chastised himself for all his doubts and fears and all the wasted time.
Again, Tony went to push the sweatshirt up and Gibbs' arms went up allowing it to be removed. Tony's eyes slowly skimmed down the large scar down the center of Gibbs' chest. When his eyes met Gibbs' again, Tony gently let his fingers caress the length of the scar feeling the body shiver at his touch. "I have loved you through so many scars." He placed his palm flat against Gibbs' chest. "And I am so grateful for this scar, because you survived and you're here with me now. Do you understand that?"
Gibbs nodded. He'd struggled for so many months wondering why he survived, why he hadn't given up on that table…right here, right now was why he'd lived, to finally be with the man he loved.
Tony's hands caressed back down Gibbs' chest and started to unbutton his pants.
Kicking off his shoes, Gibbs felt the pants slide down his legs leaving him in just his boxers.
"Lay down." Tony smiled as he pushed back the covers on the bed.
Without question, Gibbs laid down on his back sliding over as far as he could in the single bed.
Slipping in next to Gibbs, Tony curled up against the older man and felt the arm wrap protectively around him. Snuggling in deeper, Tony inhaled deeply, taking in the scent he'd long to have this close for this long. His eyes grew heavy as the fears and worries not only these last few days, but years slowly slip away.
Gibbs own eyes started to close as he gave into the emotional exhaustion that had plagued him for days. The struggle with admitting his feelings finally gone and the blessing of having Tony in his arms made everything right in the world. Tonight was about confessions and the closeness for two people that had denied their love for too long. The rest, that undeniable desire between them would be satisfied later…satisfied over and over again. The last thought filled Gibbs mind as he fell into a dream of them making love.
