A/N: Thanks again for your reviews :) This is so far the story with the most reviews, most story alerts and most favorites for me and it's not even close to be finished. You're so aweseome, I can't even begin to tell you xD Thanks a lot! :)

Also, I'd like to add that the M-Rating is there for a reason as you'll see in this chapter (and please bear with me, it's my first time writing smut xD)

Disclaimer: Still don't own NCIS or the allusions to Harry Potter and Limitless.

Chapter Fourteen: Sneaky Feelings

Jet woke up due Tony stirring in his arms without actually waking up. Tony turned around so that his back was facing him now and Jet scooted closer and without thinking about what he was doing wrapped his arm around the younger man's waist. Gibbs shortly squinted at the alarm clock and was relieved to see that it was only shortly after four in the morning and he could easily sleep two more hours with Tony wrapped in his arms. Contently, Jet sighed, slid even closer to him and was just about to close his eyes as Tony stirred again and apparently unconsciously leaned backwards into him, causing Jet to suddenly feel hyperaware of the fact that Tony's ass was far too close to his groin. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation and chuckled silently to himself. So that was probably the answer to his question whether he would be able to…

His train of thought was interrupted by a low humming coming from Tony as his hand was suddenly upon Jet's. He propped himself up on his right hand now and leaned forwards a bit, trailing soft kisses down Tony's neck.

"Hmm," Tony just let out before he turned around so that he was lying on his back, green eyes locking into blue ones.

Jet felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he looked at the slightly surprised expression on Tony's face before he leaned down and kissed first his cheek and then the left corner of his mouth. It wasn't long before Tony's hand grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt, pulling him down and pressed his lips hard against the older man's. A surprised moan slipped out of Jet's mouth, causing Tony to chuckle this time before he pulled Gibbs even closer. Jet was lying on top of him now and for a fleeting moment, he wondered how that had happened but then, Tony fumbled on the hem of Jet's shirt and he felt himself shiver as his fingers traced over his skin, just above the waistband of his boxer shorts. Tony quickly got rid of Jet's shirt now, throwing it to the floor and was just about to sit up as far as he could to kiss him again but Jet forcefully pushed him back into the bed, attacking his neck with his lips again, leaving him squirming and groaning underneath him.

"Feels so good, Jet."

Gibbs sat up for a moment and pulled Tony's t-shirt over his head and it soon joined Jet's on the floor. Tony's hands were suddenly on his thighs and Jet briefly wondered if Tony could hear the pounding of his heart, too, so loud it seemed to be. The younger man's hands were running up and down his thighs now with every time nearing his cock a bit more. Jet groaned again before he leaned forward and kissed his way down Tony's neck and chest, finally stopping at his right nipple, flicking out his tongue and licking small circles around the nub, causing Tony to moan again deep from his chest and Jet wrapped his lips around it completely, drawing it into his mouth.

-x-

"God," was all that Tony managed to get out as he involuntarily thrust up his hips against the other man's and realized with some satisfaction that he was just as hard against him as he was.

His hand was now trailing down Jet's chest to the waistband of his boxers again but this time he didn't stop there instead he let it slip down only a little deeper and grazed Jet's cock slightly, causing the other man to momentarily abandon his actions as he thrust against Tony.

"Screw slow, right?" Tony breathed out now and Jet nodded, his eyes closing.

Just as Tony reached up again, cupping the neck of the other man's face with his hand, he was rudely interrupted by Gibbs' cell ringing. Tony groaned and was about to let go of Jet but he wouldn't let him instead he leaned down, kissing him once again, his tongue exploring his mouth. The ringing ceased eventually and Tony sighed inwardly because he didn't want this to end – ever. And Jet had already kissed his way down his chest and stomach once again when Elvis Costello's My aim is true suddenly was in the air and Tony saw his phone vibrating on the nightstand beside them.

"Damn it," Gibbs said and let go of Tony, rolling himself on his back as Tony grabbed the phone.

"Yeah, DiNozzo."

"Sorry for the early hour but you got a new case. Dead sailor in Bethesda. I'm sending you the information right now," the guy from dispatch said.

"Yeah, okay, thanks."

With that Tony hung up and sighed as he got out of bed.

"Case?" Gibbs asked now, following suit, searching for his shirt.

"Yeah, in Bethesda."

Gibbs let out a laugh, running his fingers through his hand and just as Tony was about to ask what was so funny, Jet closed the distance between them and placed a soft kiss on his left cheek.

"Maybe this is NCIS' way to tell us to actually take it slow, huh?"

Tony chuckled. "Guess so," then added in an afterthought. "And no time for a cold shower. How am I supposed to live through the day?"

Jet laughed again, grinding his groin against Tony's.

"And that's supposed to help how?" Tony grinned, his arms on Jet's hips again.

"Not at all. Come on, now. Work's calling."

"Yeah," Tony sighed, slipping into his shirt, trying to will down his erection and to get into work mode.

-x-

They had driven separately to the crime scene, knowing that it might be just a tad suspicious if they arrived in the same car. Tony had briefly wondered how it was possible for Jet – no, Gibbs – to get into work mode so quickly. Tony had still hung in thoughts all the way to Bethesda and had almost forcefully tried to think about something disgusting (which ended up as one of Vance's toothpicks) just to forget Jet's touch all over his body. But as soon as he had seen Gibbs barking orders at McGee, who looked as if he was straight out of bed (which he probably was, too), and Ziva, who was looking just like every day (but then again, she had probably gotten up that early in the morning for a run or something anyway), Tony had quickly been able to pull on his mask of being annoyed about the early hour, annoyed about Gibbs and annoyed about the world in general.

It wasn't until they were nearly done at the crime scene that Tony saw McGee and Ziva whisper to each other. Slowly, he approached them from behind, trying to be stealth about it but Ziva, ninja that she was, heard him of course and turned around, a slight smile on her face.

"What are you guys gossiping about?" Tony asked, standing in between them.

McGee looked at Ziva for a moment, then at Gibbs and back at Ziva.

"Well, uh, we were just wondering where the boss was before he came here."

Tony felt his insides freeze and his breath hitched in his throat for a moment before he reminded himself to breathe. They surely didn't suspect anything or they wouldn't be talking to him, right? Tony took a deep breath and tried to look as neutral as he could manage with his pulse rushing loudly through his ears.

"Why?" he finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"You really didn't notice?"

"Notice what, McGoggle?"

"Look at what he is wearing," Ziva chimed in now, her voice slightly irritated. "I thought you of all people would notice a different style in clothing."

"And what is that supposed to mean now?" Tony replied but before Ziva could answer he had averted his glance from her and was looking at Gibbs before he slightly shook his head.

Tony wondered how he could have missed it that whole damn evening sitting across from him in the restaurant, how he could have missed it that whole damn night snuggling into him. Gibbs was wearing jeans that actually fit him, not like the usual ones at work that were just a bit too baggy. But what startled Tony the most (and not just because he hadn't noticed it before but also because the man was looking freaking hot in it) was the black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up now, revealing his toned forearms.

"Ah, I see," he slowly said now, trying to avoid looking into either Tim or Ziva's eyes. "Well, maybe he had a hot date."

He chuckled soundlessly to himself. It actually had been a really hot date. He banished the thoughts out of his mind because he really had to keep a clear head. Maybe he'd need a Clear Pill soon, if his mind would drift off like that at work…

"With whom?" McGee interrupted his train of thought.

"How am I supposed to know? But I bet it's a redhead."

"Probably," Ziva replied just as Gibbs waved at them to finally get moving.

-x-

Gibbs impatiently waited for the elevator that would bring him down to autopsy. He had been talking to Abby for the last couple of minutes and he was in a desperate need of another coffee. Finally, the doors opened and revealed Tony leaning against the far wall, his eyes closed. Gibbs stepped in, pressed the button to autopsy and waited a few seconds before he flicked the emergency switch.

It was when Tony finally opened his eyes and turned to look at him, apparently taking in every single inch of his body.

"Oh hey, Boss," he said then nonchalantly as if he hadn't just given him an once-over. "Have I told you that I really dig your shirt?"

Jet chuckled ever so slightly. "And here I thought, you hadn't noticed."

"Well, actually," Tony hesitantly started, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. "McGee and Ziva did."

Gibbs felt his eyebrow shoot up and stared at Tony. "What do you mean, they have noticed?"

"I wouldn't worry about it. They just, you know, noticed that you looked different. They thought you were out with a redhead or something. Or maybe I told them you probably were."

"Did you, now?"

"Hmm," Tony only replied, stepping forward and softly kissed the corner of Jet's mouth.

Jet first kissed him back for a moment before he pulled away again, even if it was against his own will.

"Tony," he all but groaned then. "We can't do this at work."

"I know," Tony grinned. "Just wanted to get it out of my system."

Gibbs just shook his head and pressed the emergency button again. As the car slowly made its way downwards, he couldn't help but place a soft slap upside Tony's head. The younger man grinned at him just as the doors opened up to autopsy.

-x-

Just as Tony and Gibbs were halfway through the door, the older man's cell started to ring and after a few 'yeahs' and 'hmms', Jet took a step backwards.

"McGee and Ziva might have found something. You go talk to Ducky and then come back up as soon as possible."

"On it, Boss."

With that, Tony continued his way into autopsy. Ducky was standing near the corpse of Petty Officer Neil Hawkins and quietly talked to him.

"What do you got, Duck?" Tony asked, trying his best to imitate Gibbs.

"Pretty good, Anthony," Ducky turned around smiling at him. "But I'm afraid I cannot tell you anything at this point besides that Young Neil seems to be in perfect health except for, well, that he is dead."

"Sounds like the Riddles," Tony said now, looking at the dead man in front of him thoughtfully as if he would notice something that Ducky had overseen.

"Yes, indeed."

"So, you got nothing? I bet Gibbs will be thrilled to hear that," Tony replied, running his fingers through his hair.

"Tell him, I'm working on it, I'm sure he'll understand."

"Are we talking about the same Gibbs, Ducky?"

"Well, he seems to be in a much better mood these days, doesn't he?"

Tony turned to look at him, tilting his head ever so slightly and gave the older man a small smile.

"Ya think?" he asked then, once again trying to imitate Gibbs.

"I know, Anthony."

Tony let out a laugh as he realized what Ducky was trying to do.

"I won't tell you anything, Ducky."

"That is all I wanted to hear, my dear boy. Now off you go, so that we can proceed with our work."

"Yeah, right," Tony replied, still laughing as made his way out of autopsy.

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