Hello gang! Hope everyone is happy and healthy. Sorry it took so long to update, lol. Sometimes real life is just too busy. Anyway, here's the update. It's way mushy but forgive me, I wanted the boys to have a bit of fluffy fun.

Taken: Vacation

Gibbs raised his head at the sound of the car engine, then sighed, recognizing it not to be Mike's old truck. He couldn't believe Mike had taken off without him. Growling a bit and glancing once again at his watch, Gibbs returned to not reading the book in front of him, his mind occupied with thoughts elsewhere.

He'd thought his annual trip to Mike's house in Baja had come at the right time. After three months together, really, really together, he and DiNozzo were starting to get on each others nerves. They were with each other…what was the phrase? Oh, yeah. Twenty-four/seven. Waking up together, working together, going home together. And they were both beginning to irritate each other with little quirks and habits that grated on the other. Like when Tony never, ever did the dishes. He just used every plate and then stacked it into the sink, either not realizing that Gibbs did the dishes, or ignoring the fact there were no clean ones and eating food directly from pans and fast food containers. Then again, Tony hated the fact that Gibbs never, ever put the seat down. More than once he'd listed to Tony screech like a woman in the bathroom, complaining about the seat. Then there was the fact that Tony argued every time Gibbs tried to turn on the heater. Or that Gibbs had a bad habit of using all the milk and putting the empty carton back, irritating Tony when he wanted cereal and had no milk.

So yeah, the break with Gibbs being gone came at the right time, neither of them really sorry to see the older man go, both realizing they needed the space. Neither of them wanted a permanent break, but a little time away would be a good thing.

Or so Gibbs thought.

Because two days into his stay at Mike's he realized he missed Tony. Missed him a lot. He called Tony that night, hearing a need in the other man's voice that echoed his own. Three days in, watching Emira on the beach, he thought to share a smile with Tony and felt empty not to find him near.

The nights were worse. Twisting on the bed, Gibbs realized they had slept together, in the actual sense of the word, every night for the past three months, with one exception—the night Tony stayed with Prince Sayif. And look how that turned out, Gibbs thought. It wasn't the sex that he missed. Well, not entirely. Gibbs didn't realize until he wasn't there how accustomed to Tony being in his bed he'd become. He missed the other man near him, sprawled out like a starfish, covers askew and snoring softly. He missed the warmth of another body in bed with him, missed feeling another's heartbeat as strong arms held him close. He lay awake, the moonlight streaming through the windows and wondered when he'd become that guy. That guy who couldn't stand being away from his lover, who felt bereft when they weren't close by. With a mental head slap to himself, he realized it all started three months ago, when Tony had been taken, and his feelings for Tony had bubbled up and taken over. Smiling in the dark, Gibbs realized he wouldn't have it any other way.

But on day four, after another night of tossing and turning, and when he turned to ask a question to a Tony that wasn't there, he realized he missed Tony too much to go another ten days without him.

That day he told Mike he was going back to Washington, but not why. Gibbs hadn't told Mike about him and Tony yet, and figured he'd do it on the way to the airport. He'd been packing and changing his airline when Mike suggested that Tony come down here instead of Gibbs going back to DC. Gibbs had blinked at Mike's words, then laughed, realizing Mike's contacts at NCIS were still reporting, especially about his old Probie.

So yesterday Gibbs had worked the phones, calling in four favors from three other teams to get coverage of the MCRT without DiNozzo. His next call was to Vance, who happily agreed to Tony leaving for vacation. Seems Tony had been miserable at work, taking it out on the team, snapping so hard at everyone that no one was speaking to him, Abby included, who, Vance reported, had actually hit DiNozzo with Bert the Hippo before banning him from her lab.

So he'd bought Tony an airline ticket and told his young lover he'd be there to pick him up. But Mike apparently had other ideas, leaving with Layla and Emira before Gibbs woke up, a note left telling Gibbs he'd pick up Tony at the small airport.

Checking his watch one more time, Gibbs sighed again, knowing Tony had landed at the Baja airstrip an hour ago, and it wasn't that far away and why weren't they back yet oh wait was that a car…Gibbs jumped from the table and headed outside, watching as Mike's old truck roared up the dirt road. Squinting through the dust, he spied Mike, Layla and Emira in the front seat of the truck. Just as he was wondering where Tony was, Mike turned the truck and he saw Tony in the bed, clutching the side of the truck bed as the wheels spun beneath him. Barely waiting for the truck to stop, Gibbs jumped into the bed and was on Tony in an instant.

Mike turned off the engine, quickly escorting his girls into the house. "Come on, ladies," he said. "Let's leave those two alone for a bit."

Tony groaned as Gibbs' mouth landed on his, taking his lips in a hot, wet kiss. The bed of the truck was hard and uncomfortable, but the feel of Gibbs holding him made Tony forget his discomfort. He pulled Gibbs closer, moaning again at the touch of the older man, reveling the heat and hardness he'd missed so much even though it was just a few days. Despite the pain in his knees, Gibbs straddled Tony's legs, pushing hard against the younger man, tongue delving deep. Five days apart, and they both were acting like it had been a year, grasping at each other with hard hands and bruising lips.

Tony pulled his mouth away with a gasp. "I may sound like a fucking girl, but I missed you so much!" he said before claiming the older man's mouth again.

Gibbs replied with a gasp of his own as Tony clutched Gibbs' hips closer, smashing their erections together. "God, Tony, we can't do this here…now," he said, pulling away and sitting down on the bed of the truck next to him. He sat with his back against the truck cab, holding Tony's hand and willing his breath and cock to both slow down and relax. The edge was off of their desperation, both now alright with sitting next to each other.

"Yeah, I guess so," Tony said. "I just…I didn't expect it, you know?" Tony's five days apart from Gibbs had been miserable. And though he knew it was wrong, he'd taken out his frustrations on his team, earning glares of resentment from McGee and Ziva, then joyous smiles of happiness when he'd told them he was leaving. McGee even offered to drive Tony to the airport—early, so he wouldn't miss his flight.

"Me, neither," Gibbs allowed. He turned to look at Tony, smiling at the sight. His clothes were rumpled, he needed a shave, and frankly, smelled pretty darn bad. "You're a mess, Tony."

"Hey!" Tony was indignant. "I just spent 12 hours on three different planes, then had ride in the back of Franks' death trap pick up! You do that and see how fresh you are!"

Gibbs stood in the truck bed, reaching a hand down. "Come on, let's get you inside and cleaned up."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Look, if you're not going to take me to bed…"

"Tony…"

"…right now, I'm going to hit the beach."

Gibbs watched as Tony jumped out of the truck, stripping off his shirt and kicking off his shoes. Clothed only in the cargo shorts he wore on the last leg of his trip south, Tony grabbed Gibbs by the shirt and pulled him close. A hard kiss, and he was off, running toward the blue ocean.

Gibbs left the truck bed, righting himself on the sand and gathering Tony's discarded clothes. "That's okay, I'll get the bags," he called after Tony. He grabbed Tony's satchel and carried it and Tony's clothes up to the house. Mike just raised a brow, holding the door opened. Gibbs walked past and into his room, dropping Tony's stuff on the floor before heading out to the deck.

His chair on the deck gave him a perfect view of Tony in the water and he couldn't help but smile at him. Tony was sailing through the waves like a dolphin, attaching each approaching swell and wave with gusto, then standing up, whipping his water soaked hair vigorously. Even from a distance, Gibbs could see Tony's eyes sparking with enjoyment as he spied another wave and dove head first. Emira and Layla soon joined Tony on the beach, coming from inside Emira's grandmother's prefabricated house she'd had erected next to Mike's shack. Gibbs watched as Tony took the small girl's hand, escorting her into the surf and holding her up as the waves crested near them. Her giggles floated over the sand, joined by Tony's laughter.

Something obscured his vision, blocking out Tony from view. Gibbs blinked, seeing a bottle of beer in front of his face, the outside of the bottle dripping condensation. He looked up, smiling at Mike as he took the beer before turning to watch Tony and Emira again. Mike settled in the chair next to him, his own beer half drunk and a cigarette smoldering, the sharp eyes following Gibbs line of vision.

The retired agent snorted. "Well, at least you can't marry this one."

Gibbs hid a grin behind a sip of beer, not even going into the whole Washington DC same sex marriage issue that was in the news these days. "You seem pretty calm about all this, Mike," he said.

Mike shrugged. "Anything I can say you don't know?"

Gibbs shook his head.

"Anything I can say would make you change your mind?"

Another head shake.

"Then why in Hell would I waste my breath talkin' about it?"

"Thanks, Mike," Gibbs said.

"Don't mention it, Probie," he countered. "And I mean that, literally. Oh, and I'm staying with the girls tonight. Some other things I don't need to hear. Ever."

They sat in companionable silence for a while. Gibbs watched as Tony and Emira left the water to join Layla on a blanket spread over the sand. Tony grabbed a bucket and immediately assisted the young girl in building a sand castle. "The girls look good, Mike," Gibbs finally said.

Mike grunted. "Having the old bat here has helped Layla a lot," he grudgingly acknowledged.

Gibbs heard something in his voice. "But?"

"Not sure they're staying, Probie," he scowled.

"Why wouldn't they?"

"Because of her," Mike replied, nodding in the direction of the other building, the house where Layla and Emira were now living. Where Layla's mother stayed when she was here. "They don't need me anymore, Jethro. Now that Layla's made peace with the old bat, there's nothing to protect her from. Hard to come to terms with that, I guess."

"I told you that's not true, Mike." Both men turned at Layla's voice, neither one realizing she and Emira had come up from the beach. "I do need you, and Emira needs her grandpa as much as she needs her grandmother."

"Layla…"

"I'm going to join Tony," Gibbs said, excusing himself from the porch and giving Mike and Layla some privacy.

xxxxx

Tony stretched along the blanket, basking in the warm sun heating the skin on his back. It had been too long since he'd been at the beach, he realized. He needed to talk Gibbs into going to the shore more often. Hmm…Gibbs. He pictured the older man at the beach, skin warmed by the sun, salty and sweet and wet from the water…Tony started to shift slightly as the thought of a warm, wet Gibbs in his arms stirred his desire.

"Watch out you don't burn, or you'll end up on top tonight."

Tony raised his head, smiling wickedly at Gibbs as he stood over Tony on the blanket. "Promise?" he dared, tongue peeking out to wet his lips.

Gibbs laughed as he dropped to the blanket. "On top, DiNozzo," he corrected. "Not topping."

"Too bad," Tony said, shifting to lay on an elbow, blocking Gibbs' lap from view by anyone at the house. He ran a hand along Gibbs' thigh, snaking under the shorts the other man wore. "I bet I could make you scream, Boss."

Gibbs sucked in a breath, pulling Tony's hand deeper into his shorts, keeping one eye on house above them. "You make me scream already, Tony," Gibbs allowed, his voice deeper with desire. "What more can you want?

Tony's hand found his prize, hot and hard under Gibbs' shorts. He squeezed Gibbs tightly, running his thumb along the head, pressing down as it leaked and the scent of Gibbs mixed with the salty air from the ocean. "Will you scream now, Boss?" Tony shifted a bit on the blanket, getting a better angle on Gibbs' cock and making more of a shield.

"Tony…" Gibbs gulped as Tony did something underneath his clothes and pulled a bit, opening his cock to the sunshine.

"Anyone there?"

"No…but…oh, God…" Gibbs swallowed again as Tony's head came down, tongue out and licking along the distended head of Gibbs' cock.

"Keep watch," Tony ordered before taking Gibbs into his mouth.

Gibbs jerked at the shock of Tony's mouth enveloping him, hands going behind him to brace himself and keep sitting up. Tony's mouth was slick and hot and Jesus, his tongue and teeth and oh, he'd missed this, missed Tony so much. He groaned as Tony's hand slipped lower, to cradle the soft sac below, rolling it between his fingers. Under their own volition his hips moved, matching Tony's bobbing head and trying to get deeper into the warmth of Tony's mouth.

"Missed you, Boss," Tony said around his cock. "Missed you so damn much."

Gibbs shuddered, the vibrations from Tony's words adding another level of desire running through him. "Tony…please…" he pleaded.

"Come for me, Jethro," Tony ordered, squeezing one more time on Gibbs balls and sucking down the hard cock as far as his throat would allow. "Scream for me…"

Gibbs' hips jerked again. He knew he was close, so close and Tony knew what he was doing and he couldn't help it no he had to yes…just like that…"Tony!"

Tony automatically swallowed, reveling in the taste of Gibbs on his tongue and in his mouth. He looked at Gibbs, shaking a bit from his climax, breathing a bit ragged, softening cock peeking out of his shorts still a bit wet. He looked the picture of sated man and Tony loved every inch of him. He pulled up the shorts to cover Gibbs up, patting the slight bulge, then rose from the blanket. "I'm going back into the water," he said, holding a hand out to help Gibbs to his feet. "Come with me," he said enthusiastically, pulling Gibbs along.

Gibbs followed Tony into the water, laughing as the other man dove and frolicked through the surf. As Tony swam close, he pulled the younger man up and into a kiss, so glad that Tony was with him. "Hmm…salty," he teased.

Tony licked a swath along Gibbs face, picking up the drops of water that lay there. "Can't wait for tonight," he murmured, then pulled them both under the water, catching Gibbs by surprise.

Gibbs came up in a rush, flipping the water off his hair and lunged after Tony as the younger man laughed and swam away. His Tony was here, and everything was finally alright.