"We need to talk?" Tony echoed blinking sleepily at Gibbs as he looked around the room. Those four words were terrible, awful things, usually dragging breakups into 'it's not you it's me' territory. However, he was much too tired to actually worry and fuss about the statement. Tony watched the man take his look and notice that there were very few personal effects, no sloppily hidden playboys or porn DVDs. Just a big TV and stacks of old movies. He could tell that Gibbs was confused, but he didn't want to deal with it just now. Tony just closed and locked the door behind Gibbs, setting the gun on the table in the hallway before coming back out into the living room to join his irate boyfriend.
"Who in the hell is that woman DiNozzo? I thought we made a deal." Gibbs whirled on him as Tony's brows furrowed in confusion at the question, sleepy mind trying to make sense of it.
"There's no girl Gibbs." Tony explained going to the couch and sitting down, motioning for the older man to sit with him. The offer was declined, but Gibbs did move to pace between the couch and TV.
"No girl? What about LeAnne? The director said you were 'really smitten' with her." There was a pause, and Tony couldn't help but laugh. Not only at Gibbs' use of Jenny Shepard's words but at the thought that the best agent in all of NCIS couldn't figure out something so simple as a name change.
"Ah LeAnne. I had to be careful with her. After all she's really great. You know when we got together she laid out all of these rules? I mean agreeing to it was easy, after all, I've had the hugest crush on her since ever." Gibbs had stopped his pacing, glaring at Tony with a fervor the younger man had never seen. It just made his grin wider. "You know she came into Baltimore on an undercover op and didn't think to tell those of us in charge. I wound up arresting her. She worked, and still does, for a navy yard in DC. Got the best job offer of my life after that. I've been working happily under her since." Tony stood up now, watching Gibbs' expression move from fury to confusion and then disbelief.
"You..."
"Yeah" He reached up and stroked Gibbs' cheek, now roughened with stubble. "LeAnne, with her amazing chest" Tony's hand slid down from Gibbs' cheek to rest briefly on a pectoral, "and stunning ass" the wandering hand continued its journey, only to be caught as it slid around the older male's hip, "was just a feminized version of you. Of course there were things I couldn't tell the director. Like how I love that you always smell of sawdust, even when you haven't had time to work on your boat, or how whenever you're off duty you get just the faintest hint of bourbon mixed in and it's more alluring than any cologne." His voice had dropped during the speech, as he leaned in, slowly brushing his lips against Gibbs'.
At first the older male didn't respond, too busy processing the information. But the second sweep of lips on lips made Gibbs' hand twitch against Tony's wrist. The third brought his other hand up tangling in brown hair, and a more encouraging response. Tony was not surprised by the fact that Gibbs took the lead in the kiss. After all Gibbs led everything. What surprised him the most was how willing he was to just give himself over to those slightly chapped but still supple lips, and soon that probing, captivating tongue. It gave him just the barest taste of Gibbs as it explored his mouth, pressing against and tangling with his own tongue, enough to make Tony's head spin and crave more.
It was seconds and eternities before they broke apart and Tony pressed his face into the crook of Gibbs' neck, feeling his pulse flutter there. He longed to bite, not hard, just enough for a taste. But that would probably scare him off, so Tony settled for a soft kiss instead. "Stay?" he asked, somewhat impulsively, feeling and hearing Gibbs' heartbeat increase.
"That's not a good idea DiNozzo." he stated, voice a bit gruffer, huskier, clouded with lust.
"Just to sleep. Please? It's nice having someone here." It was pretty obvious that they both wanted more, but he knew Gibbs meant what he said when he insisted they take it slow.
"Are you taking that promotion?"
"No. I have no interest in that girl when I have you." He pulled back so Gibbs could see the sincerity in his eyes. "I know it sounds cheesy, but I'd give up a million promotions and a million pretty girls for you."
Gibbs still seemed dubious. "You're right. That is cheesy." Tony couldn't help the smile that came at seeing how they were nearly teasing each other, at least in the brunette's mind. He would get legitimate humor out of Gibbs one day.
"I warned you. So are you gonna stay?"
A sigh came from Gibbs, as he looked into those hopeful eyes. "Damn it DiNozzo, you're like a dog with a bone."
"Is that a yes? Because it's getting late and I'd hate to see you get into a wreck when you could be safe in my bed." His hazel eyes sparkled with mischief before closing when Tony yawned, stifling it into his hand.
"...Just this once DiNozzo, because we're doing this right."
"I know. The bedroom's this way." Tony nodded, almost shyly as he turned, using the wrist that Gibbs gripped as a lead. The bedroom was just as sparse, a large bed with two nightstands took up one wall, a dresser with several drawers took up most of the next, the third had what looked to be a spacious closet, and the fourth was bare, with the exception of a few windows. By the time Gibbs finished his inspection, Tony had already seated himself on the side of the bed that he had vacated to open the door and was in the process of putting his gun in the nightstand drawer. When he was done he looked up at the other man and motioned to the other side of the bed in invitation.
"Do you want a pair of pants? I have something that might fit..." Gibbs shook his head at the offer, pulling off his shirt and folding it, before setting it on the dresser, kicking off his shoes and setting them next to the dresser, and putting his socks in them before finally, slowly sliding out of his jeans. He folded them as well and set them on top of the shirt, before turning around to move to the vacant side of the bed. Tony was leaning back on his elbows and watching him with half lidded eyes. The closer he got the easier it was to tell that his pupils were dilated, even though the blanket covered the most obvious sign of his arousal.
"Sleep DiNozzo." Gibbs instructed as he climbed into the bed, pulling the covers up around his own waist. While he normally slept in his boxer shorts, this was still a new experience, being in a bed with a man who so obviously wanted him, a man that he couldn't deny he wanted in return. The light clicked off and Gibbs watched the silhouette of his senior field agent settle onto his side, before doing the same. Everything in here smelled like Tony. Expensive soaps that held a fruity smell just as much as some earthen wood. To a degree it reminded him of Shannon, but that didn't bother him as much as little similarities usually did. This time he wasn't angry at his bedmate for not being enough of her to fill the void. But maybe that's because having DiNozzo on his six was already starting to mend it. Because Gibbs couldn't deny that as similar as they could be sometimes, Tony was always Tony.
"Gibbs?" Tony asked sleepily, voice quiet and heavy. "What took so long in the Director's office?" The query was greeted with a sigh because it was expected, yet unexpected at the same time. Normally he'd answer with a 'none of your business' except, it really was Tony's business since it directly involved him.
"Jen was being stubborn. She wanted you to do this op and I kept telling her you didn't want it or else you wouldn't have fought so hard for her to ask me. Tomorrow she's probably going to ask you again, but I'm not worried about it. Just gotta be firm." What Gibbs wasn't saying was that the whole op reeked of desperation and a hidden agenda. He didn't feel like there was much to say on that front though because Tony wasn't even debating getting into the middle of this mess.
"Oh... 'Kay" he could feel Tony relax again, lulled to sleep by the unspoken reassurance that his job would be safe, and by the weight on the other half of the bed reminding him that he wasn't alone. The soft breathing and warmth of the bed was enough to put a soporific effect on Gibbs as well and soon both males were fast asleep.
By the time Gibbs woke up with the first streams of sunlight, he and Tony were tangled together. One of his arms was snugly fitted around the man's waist to have fingers splayed on his chest. Both of Tony's arms were clutched around the one wrapped around him, and one of his legs had slid back to tangle with Gibbs' own. A quick glance at the alarm clock revealed that it was just a little past oh-five-hundred, and chances are Tony wouldn't be awake before at least oh-six, maybe oh-six-thirty. Plenty of time for him to slip out without notice, but the warm, light feeling that had filled him made him loathe to move. No matter how much he wanted coffee or to hit the head.
Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen, and finally Tony changed his position, withdrawing his leg and releasing the grip on Gibbs' arm. Slowly, gently, the man slid out of bed and out of the bedroom. He went to the bathroom first, before heading down to the kitchen to see about Tony's coffee situation. The machine was easy enough to locate and figure out, but the grounds seemed to be hiding from him.
They were located a short while later, having been hidden behind boxes of macaroni and cheese. He didn't bother reading the bag at first, instead opening it and inhaling the rich scent. Obviously an expensive blend, and strikingly familiar. He glanced at the bag and saw that it was the blend that Tony usually got from Starbucks, only bearing some fancy Italian label. It figured that Tony would have something imported. Everything he owned seemed to have some label or another attached to it.
It made Gibbs wonder why the attraction to him was present. Not that there was anything wring with him, it was just he was a simple man with simple hobbies, whereas Tony was everything luxurious. He was raised in a life of excess and did his damnedest to keep living that life.
Gibbs' estimation of Tony being aroused from sleep at zero-six-hundred was startlingly correct, considering how often the man was late to work. Gibbs even thought he heard a groan coming from the bedroom as the alarm clock was turned off. Slowly but surely, signs of life started coming from down the hall. A shuffle step here, a stumbling thump of Tony bumping into a wall while trying to walk around with his eyes closed there, and soon, leaning against the counter, cup of coffee in hand, Gibbs was able to see Tony make his way into the hall. He watched the brunette blink owlishly at the light from the sun streaming through the kitchen window, before grinning at the fact that this wasn't just an extremely detailed dream.
"You stayed."
"Won't be staying long DiNozzo. Gotta go home to shower and change."
"You could shower here, with me." Tony's attempts to be seductive, with a little wink even, was more cute than sexy and Gibbs found himself hiding a smile with his mug.
"'Fraid not DiNozzo. We're taking things slow remember?" he asked after schooling his features and finishing his mug of coffee. Tony shuffled forwards and gave him a light kiss before it could be dodged. "And I was planning on leaving once you woke up anyways."
"If you're going to abandon me so quickly at least agree to Friday. Come over after work and bring a movie. I'll bring home food."
Gibbs debated, filling a second mug with coffee and preparing it the way Tony liked to keep the younger man in suspense. Three sugars and some cream. He wasn't a federal agent for nothing after all. He turned back and pressed the mug into Tony's hands.
"Friday." He finally agreed, slipping around Tony to go to the bedroom and put on his clothes. When he came back out Tony was sipping at the mug, having taken over the place at the counter he had left. As he went towards the door he gave a little nod to his field agent, who responded with a smile. The door was unlocked, then opened before Gibbs turned around, face serious.
"And DiNozzo. Don't be late." He stated with a warning scowl, which only served to make the brunette laugh, first a chuckle, then a full out guffaw, having to set the coffee down to avoid spilling it. Before Tony could recover, Gibbs was out the door, the soft snick of the latch the only sound in his wake.
