Gibbs was relieved to see that Tony's car was in the parking lot of his building and he pulled into the spot beside him, knowing that each apartment was allotted two parking spots. Gibbs forced himself to slow to a walk as he took the elevator upstairs and he could smell Tony's marinara sauce as soon as he got off the elevator. He wondered if all his neighbors drooled all over their apartments every time he made it and laughed at his own visual. His mouth already watered. He swallowed as rang the doorbell.
When Tony opened the door, he looked startled to see Gibbs there but smiled and stepped aside to let him in.
"Jet, what are you-?"
Tony didn't get to finish the question because as soon as the door was closed, Gibbs was in his space kissing him deeply, pulling Tony close to him, feeling the living, breathing, solid body in his arms. Tony kissed him back hungrily, holding him tightly and pressing against him. Gibbs turned them and pushed Tony up against his own door, his hands cushioning his head as he ran his fingers through his hair. Tony had gotten a haircut, noting the shorter strands. He kissed him until Tony gasped for breath and Gibbs let his lips trail down his chin to his neck.
"J-Jethro?" Tony breathed, even as he held Gibbs' head to his neck. "What's going on?"
Slowly, Gibbs regained a little bit of control and he still held Tony but he dialed back his ardor a little. He took a deep breath. "I missed you."
Tony's smile lit up his face. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Couldn't wait another minute."
"I thought you would want some alone time."
"Had more than enough. Couldn't stop thinking about being with you." Okay, that wasn't entirely true, but it was true enough. He knew he would tell Tony the rest in time.
Tony's smile was still shy. "Let me go stir the sauce, will be right back." Tony gave him a quick kiss and disengaged himself. As Tony walked into the kitchen, Gibbs stared at his back and a prick of conscience jabbed him. What if Tony had been content to be alone to cook and do his own thing? Maybe he shouldn't have come over. He cursed himself for not thinking about what Tony might need.
Tony returned a moment later and invited Gibbs to sit.
Instead, Gibbs reached out automatically to pull him close. "You okay with me being here? I should've called."
Tony looked up at him again and Gibbs could see the happiness in his eyes. "I missed you too, but thought you'd want some space, time to work on the boat."
Gibbs shivered a little at the memory of his time with the boat earlier. "Don't want the damn boat, just wanted you."
Tony groaned and the sound went straight to Gibbs' cock. He claimed Tony's lips in a deep kiss, taking full control of it as his tongue met Tony's and it wasn't until they both needed air Gibbs reluctantly released him.
Tony took a deep breath. "I'm glad you're here. I was really scared we wouldn't get back what we had in North Carolina."
Gibbs heard the fear, the longing, the desperation in his tone and realized he wasn't the only one who felt needy. Knowing Tony was needy too, something shifted inside of him and seemed to snap in place that he didn't even know was off-kilter. He kissed him again, claiming him, felt Tony claim him in return. Tony's hold tightened and it was all Gibbs could do to not drag him to his bedroom.
"Easy, I'm not going anywhere," Gibbs whispered when he needed to breathe. He opened his eyes and met Tony's gaze. "I'm here."
Tony stared deep in his eyes and Gibbs saw his concern a second before Tony said, "Your eyes are bloodshot. Have you…were you…what's wrong? What happened?"
Gibbs was silent for a long moment as he gathered his thoughts. He reminded himself for the thousandth time that he couldn't do things the way he did before or he'd lose him the way he lost all the others. He thought briefly of Diane and where that had led earlier. "Ghosts happened, Tony. I just…I need life. I feel alive when I'm around you. I can't live the way I did before. I can't…stand to be in my house alone right now. I...want to be with you."
