A/N1: Okay, let's see if it works this time :D

A/N2: So... I originally planned this to be the last chapter of this little story, but it turned out I wasn't quite finished ;) So there's probably going to be one more chapter after that and a short epilogue xD
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Chapter Twenty-Five: Timed

"Ciao Rosalie, it's Tony," he said when the woman had finally picked up her phone.

He was sitting in the office late on Tuesday afternoon, finally having managed to be alone for at least a few minutes to get his plan for Friday evening rolling.

"Antonio," the cheery voice of the Italian woman was to be heard through the receiver. "How are you?"

"I'm fantastic," Tony said, unable to contain the smile on his lips even though she couldn't even see it. "Listen, could you maybe hold that small table near your fireplace on Friday night?"

"Of course. Everything for my favorite customer. What time can I expect you and your date?"

"How d'you know I'll bring a date?" Tony laughed.

"No one wants that table unless he wants to get lucky."

"Rosalie!" Tony exclaimed, happy that he had only called, so that the lady couldn't see the blush on his cheeks. "But you're right, I'll bring someone. So, uh, 7.30?"

"Consider it done. I'll look forward to seeing you and Gibbs again."

Tony remained silent for a moment and glared at the receiver in his hand before he cleared his throat loudly, causing Rosalie on the other end to chuckle.

"I might be old, Antonio, but I'm not blind. The eye-sex the two of you had going on the last time you've been here was way too obvious not to notice it."

"When did you learn words like eye-sex?" Tony laughed, feeling his cheeks burning up even more now. "Never mind, I'll see you Friday then."

"Ciao."

Tony hung up, shaking his head and wondered how she had been able to see right through them after only seeing them for like an hour, while his co-workers hadn't picked up on anything when they had been around them practically all day. He was still pondering on it, when Abby suddenly came rushing into the bullpen, a wide grin on her face.

"Ah, there you are."

"Where else would I be?" Tony retorted.

"Well, the others aren't here, so… Never mind. I just came to ask whether you're still coming on Saturday? I know bowling isn't exactly your favorite pastime, but it's for charity and all."

"Already said, I'm coming," Tony shrugged, knowing that he would never be able to deny her anything anyway.

"Awesome," Abby beamed at him. "Just wanted to make sure, but I guess it only makes sense, after all your new squeeze will be there, too."

"My new what?" Tony sputtered, shaking his head furiously. "You've been talking to Fornell lately?"

"No, why?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Never mind," Tony dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "We'll be there. McGee, too?"

"Like he could say no to me. Is that a problem?"

"No, none at all. Maybe it'll help ease things up a bit."

"Yeah," she sighed. "He'll come around, I'm sure."

"I hope so."

-x-

Glancing at his watch, Tony plopped down on his couch, yawning widely. He had left the office at a reasonable time for once and had hoped that Gibbs would tag along, but his boss had still some reports to finish up. He had promised to be there as soon as he was finished, but that wasn't probably for at least another hour. Tony debated to start watching a movie, but he didn't really want to without the older man there. It was kind of ironic, regarding the fact that Gibbs would complain about it at all times during the movie, but Tony had come to like that fact, being just as playfully annoyed about it as Gibbs was about Tony's quotes and trivia. Truth was, Tony loved simply snuggling up against him on the couch, touching him as much as possible. He had never been one to do that before, but with Jethro it was something so incredibly intimate that he couldn't get enough of it as he always felt strangely secure and grounded whenever they did that.

In the end, he picked up his laptop as a completely different idea had suddenly popped into his head. He chuckled to himself as he realized that he was actually about to read up on sex for the first time since he had been like twelve years old. He browsed through a few pages until he found one that looked promising enough. He had just started reading, skipping the part about protection, when he heard the lock to his front door open. He quickly closed the lid of his laptop, just in time with Gibbs stepping into his apartment.

"Hey," Tony called out. "You're here early."

"Yeah," the older man answered, shrugging out of his coat and toeing of his shoes. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Tony replied. "Surfing the web, you know."

"Uh-huh," Gibbs prodded as he placed a quick kiss on his cheek and then sat down next to him. "Then why are your cheeks flushed?"

"Are not."

"Want me to get you a mirror?"

"No," Tony sighed as he opened the lid of the laptop again, feeling his cheeks burning up even more. "Promise not to laugh at me?"

"Why would I?" Gibbs furrowed a brow and got his glasses out of his pocket. "Were you watching porn?"

"No," he chuckled. "But your train of thought is not entirely wrong. I've been reading about… you know… gay sex."

"Why?" Gibbs turned to look at him, his brow furrowed ever so slightly.

"I don't know," Tony defended himself and smirked as he realized that a soft blush was actually creeping up Jethro's cheeks now. "Wow, you're actually blushing! I didn't think you were physically able to."

He was rewarded a soft head slap as Gibbs leaned closer to get a look at the laptop screen. "You think we need help?"

"No, I guess not," Tony grinned as he pulled an arm around the other man's shoulders. "But a few ideas won't hurt either. Just want to make sure I've got everything."

"Okay," Gibbs chuckled, then closed the lid again and placed the laptop on the coffee table. "You got anything special planned?"

"Uh-huh," Tony grinned at him as he drew him even closer, so that their noses were all but touching. "Have the whole night planned out. I'll pick you up at seven o'clock sharp on Friday."

"I'll look forward to that then," Gibbs smiled in return and kissed him tenderly. "Do I have to bring anything?"

"Nope. Just yourself."

"I think I can manage that. But there's no ice-skating involved, right?"

"No," Tony let out a laugh. "I promise."

-x-

"Should have figured you'd bring me here," Gibbs grumbled good-naturedly as he climbed out of Tony's car on Friday night.

"Not my fault the food's fantastic. You said so yourself."

"I know," he replied and then to Tony's utter surprise took his hand as they walked over the parking lot towards the entrance of the restaurant.

Feeling oddly at ease, Tony squeezed the other man's hand as he leaned into him to whisper into his ear. "You do realize there are people who could see us, right?"

"Yeah, DiNozzo," Gibbs just shrugged as he turned to look at him. "But as long as we're not at work, I'm not planning to hide anything."

Tony stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at the other man, feeling slightly tingly inside all of a sudden. Of course, he had known that Gibbs cared about him a lot, but he had always been under the impression that he was a pretty private person, even with his ex-wives. The sheer possibility of holding hands with him outside their own safe four walls had been ridiculous only two minutes ago and now they were standing there staring at each other like that for the whole wide world to see. Gibbs gave him a lopsided grin before he turned around again and led the way towards the restaurant.

They were greeted ebulliently by Rosalie who gave Tony a hug that rivaled Abby's. She led them to the table that Tony had reserved, earning himself an approving nod from Gibbs.

"You really planned this out, didn't you?"

"Yeah, told you so. Best table there is. Enough privacy to do this," Tony replied and took the other man's hand under the table again.

Gibbs remained silent, but kept on staring at him for long time. They were finally interrupted by a waiter, who brought them two glasses of wine and each of them a plate of lasagna.

"We haven't even ordered yet," Tony said irritated, but the waiter just shrugged.

"It's on the house."

Tony turned around and saw Rosalie standing behind the bar, polishing some glasses. She looked up right at that moment and winked at him conspiratorially. Tony just nodded and smiled at her before he turned around to look at Jethro again.

"Guess there's nothing to be done about that. I hope you like the world's greatest lasagna."

"Love it," Gibbs just grinned and smiled at him, causing Tony's heart to sudden skip a beat or two.

"You should really smile more often, you know that?" he asked between two bites. "You look years younger when you do."

Gibbs stared at him for a moment, the smile still on his face. "You think I'm old?"

"No," Tony exclaimed and chuckled, blushing furiously. "That's not what I meant. It's just… you look amazing like that. Suits you."

"I'll remember that," Gibbs just smirked and then went back to eating.

-x-

By the time they walked into Tony's apartment a couple of hours later, Tony wasn't quite sure where his nervousness had suddenly gone to. The whole day, he had been jumpy and afraid of taking the step too soon, of messing up or generally sucking at it. He knew that they had been talking about it and that Gibbs was aware of what exactly he had planned for the night, but he wasn't quite sure it was really the right thing to do. But now, as he closed the door behind them, he was oddly at ease, oddly optimistic. Maybe it had something to do with the two glasses of wine he had been drinking, but as Gibbs turned to look at him with a questioning gaze, he knew that all what really mattered was that he had the older man with him, that he trusted him and that he was trusted. He never felt like that before and as he saw Gibbs smile at him once again, he couldn't help but return the gesture.

"So," Gibbs said, dragging out the word as he stepped closer. "What do you want to do?"

"Well," Tony grinned. "At first I thought I'd do the whole romantic thing with candles everywhere and stuff. But then, I figured it's probably not something you'd appreciate."

"You might be right," Jethro smirked at him as he pulled his arms around Tony's waist. "So, what's going to happen then?"

"First," Tony quietly said, "I'm going to kiss you, just like that," he leaned into the other man and pressed his lips onto the other man's, losing a bit of his tension as Jethro's lips welcomed his tongue easily.

He gently stroked the side of Jethro's cheek before he continued. "And that's about all I've got planned out. But we've never been particularly good at following a plan, have we?"

"Nope," Gibbs chuckled and then leaned forwards to steal another kiss.

Slightly dumbfounded by the sensations that were suddenly whizzing through his nerve endings, Tony wondered when a simple kiss had last felt like that. Gibbs' lips were firm and warm, just like the man himself, and Tony realized that fact only now. His hands found Jethro's shoulders and pulled him, if possible, even closer, enveloping him in a tight embrace. He felt Jethro's arms coming round his waist and encouraged by that, thrust his tongue inside the older man's mouth almost forcefully, demanding entrance and taking control as he plundered his mouth with forceful darts of his tongue. Like moving on their own accord, they stumbled towards the bedroom, never stopping to kiss. Tony was feeling slightly light-headed by now, probably due to the lack of oxygen, but he couldn't bring himself to care as he pushed Jethro down onto the bed. He hurried to straddle him, pinning him down beneath him, and felt Jethro's hands immediately come to a rest on his ass. Jethro smiled up on him again and as he stroked it, hazily, slowly, apparently enjoying the feel of it. Tony leaned into him some more, kissing him fiercely and wasn't entirely surprised when he felt his own cock harden. He pulled away after a moment and sat up, gazing intently at the other man.

"And you're really sure you want me to do this?"

"Yeah," Gibbs just breathed out, "I trust you."

"Okay then," Tony replied softly, making sure that there was no sign of discomfort coming from the other man. "Then get up and take your damn clothes off."

"Oh," Gibbs chuckled. "Bossy."

Tony smirked and then quickly got up and undressed himself, watching the other man do the same more slowly, more deliberate. He felt his cock twitch in response. Gibbs finally turned around to look at him and Tony took the chance and reached out his hand, fastening it around Jethro's wrist and then slowly twirled him around. He only paused when the older man was facing away from him and then released him again, cupping his ass between his hands and running a thumb tenderly over him. He felt Gibbs shiver under his every touch and started to nestle at the nape of his neck, biting down on the tender flesh. He turned him around after a little while and pulled him close, kissing him once again. As if on their own accord, their bodies rubbed against each other, sending shivers down Tony's spine and making his cock throb. He guided Jethro down onto the bed and then laid down beside him, kissing him once again, this time more tenderly. He let his hands wander over Gibbs' body, stroking, touching and teasing him until the older man let out something that sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Tony smiled into the kiss before he began to caress his body with his lips, pausing to kiss and suck whenever he found a spot where the older man seemed to be particularly sensitive.

For a moment he marveled at the fact that Gibbs of all people really let him take control like that, but as he looked up for a moment, his green eyes locking into blue ones, he was able to see absolute trust in them and he continued his earlier caress. When he heard Gibbs let out a low moan, coming from deep within his chest, Tony sat up for a moment and fished a tube of lubricant out of the drawer of his nightstand, rubbing some of it on his fingers. He nudged Gibbs' leg apart and he complied almost instantly, so that Tony was able to kneel between his open legs and then as gently as he could, played with Jethro's opening. He felt him tense up, so he slowed his moves somewhat as he looked up at him, a reassuring smile on his lips.

"Relax," he whispered softly. "For me."

Gibbs took a deep breath and after a few moments actually relaxed a bit. Tony gave him a broad smile and then carefully slipped a finger inside him. Jethro tensed around him once again, so Tony waited for a few moments, stroking his thigh with his free hand before he slowly started to fuck him with his finger. Gibbs let his head fall down on the pillow and Tony instantly felt him relax again as he slowly started to loosen up. Tony continued like that until Jethro made those little and clearly approving little voices again, so he carefully added a second finger and after a little while a third one.

Gibbs groaned and finally looked at Tony again, who returned the gaze intently, briefly wondering how they had gotten there, from being mere co-workers to sharing the most intimate moment ever. He gave him another brilliant smile as he carefully let his fingers slip out of him and leaned into the other man again, erections pressing together as he sought out for another kiss. It was sloppy, lazy and open-mouthed, but he couldn't care less. He only backed away as he felt Jethro thrust up against him ever so slightly, causing him to chuckle ever so slightly.

"How do you want to do this?" he whispered as he sat up again, looking at Gibbs expectantly.

"On my hands and knees, I guess," he replied and then obeyed to his own words as he turned around.

Tony got in position behind him, his cock painfully hard by now as he thought about what he was about to do. He ran his hands over Jethro's butt again, gentling and soothing him.

"Damn, that's so hot," Tony said, his voice suddenly rough as he slid a finger inside him again. He let it slide in and out for a couple of moments before he continued to talk. "You need a safe word… you know, if it's too much, so that I'll be able to stop before I hurt you."

"Hmm," Gibbs just replied, leaning into Tony's touch. "How about 'stop'?"

"Pragmatic, I like it," Tony chuckled again, but fell silent as he withdrew his finger.

He realized that he was trembling ever so slightly as he reached for the condom that lay on the nightstand and slid it over his leaking cock. He lubed it up some more and then moved closer and then slowly let the tip of his cock settle against Gibbs' entrance. Once more, he felt him tense up, but Tony got hold of his hips and let his thumbs softly travel over Jethro's flushed skin. When he felt the older man relax again, he let his cock enter, slowly, carefully, aware of any sign of discomfort. Gibbs let out a groan and Tony slid his arms around his waist. He stayed still for a moment, trying to give the other man some time to adjust and himself some time to compose himself. Jethro felt incredibly tight around him even though he wasn't even completely in yet. He took a deep breath as he felt Gibbs adjust to him and then leaned down to kiss his back, still holding him tight against him. He moved forward again, pushing deeper into him and Jethro cried out.

"You okay?" Tony asked, but Jethro just nodded in return, so he stayed still for a moment or two before his hand went under the older man's body and found his cock, taking hold of it.

Jethro gasped and Tony felt the muscles around him relax. Taking advantage of that, he gave one more push and then he was all the way in, his balls flush against the other man's ass.

"Fuck," Tony groaned at the same time Jethro did.

He had never expected just how hot and tight the other man was around him and all he wanted to do was fuck him relentlessly, but he knew that he couldn't possibly do that. He slightly rocked against him and was rewarded another groan and this time he was positive that it wasn't from pain.

"Still okay?" he asked nevertheless.

"Oh yeah," Jethro just breathed out and Tony adjusted himself so that he was able to press a series of tender kisses along the other man's spine.

His cock was throbbing painfully by now, but he didn't dare to move before Gibbs would give him his okay. So he waited, trying to focus on anything but the warm sensation of being connected to the other man like that.

"Okay," he heard Jethro finally speak, even if it was only above a whisper. "Go on."

Tony removed his hold from the other man, shifted his weight ever so slightly and then started to move. He slid out a little way and then slowly and gently slid back in again. He repeated his moves, each time going farther in and out until Jethro started to move his hips in time with his thrusts. Tony groaned and then slid out of him almost entirely before he slammed back in, his worries forgotten for the moment as he felt Jethro groan loudly, meeting his every thrust.

"Right there," Jethro moaned and Tony realized that he had apparently hit exactly the right spot.

He rested his hands on Gibbs' ass, angled home several thrusts and with each one of them, Jethro cried out. Tony grunted as he slammed back into him, realizing that he didn't needed to be overly careful anymore as he rode him relentlessly. His left hand came around the other man's body again, squeezing his cock in time with each inward thrust. He felt Gibbs tighten around him and tried to hold on to that glorious feeling for a little while longer as he felt the older man come all over his hand. With one last powerful thrust deep into the other man's body, Tony felt himself come harder than he could ever remember as he squeezed his eyes shut and cried out Jethro's name. Still panting heavily, he slid out of him and pulled Gibbs down with him onto the bed, so that they were able to look at each other.

"You okay?" Tony asked after a couple of minutes of simply staring into each other's eyes.

"Yeah," he just replied and buried his face in his neck.

Tony pulled him close and held him close, running a hand lazily through the other man's hair. He wasn't quite sure how long they stayed like that, pressed up close to each other, exhausted and smelling of sex. It wasn't like he cared, though. If he had his way, they'd be lying like that for all times to come, regardless of whatever was happening around them. When Jethro finally moved again to look at him, Tony eased his hold a bit only to kiss the side of his face tenderly.

"That was the best sex ever," he breathed out in between two kisses and felt Jethro's smile against his lips.

"Good," he just replied.

"And if it's been good for you, too, I really want to repeat it."

"You bet," Gibbs chuckled. "But only if we turn things around from time to time. Deal?"

"Oh yeah," Tony smirked. "The noises you made were enough to know that I want to do that, too, and as soon as possible."

"Right."

They kept on kissing and looking at each other for a long time until Jethro shifted ever so slightly and pulled a blanket over them both. Placing one last kiss on the top of the other man's head and whispering a 'I love you' into his ear, Tony let himself be pulled close again and then they fell asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms.

A/N: Reviews would be great... and I promise there will be more 'plot' next time xD