Hi all! Here's a bit of a happier story than the last one. Don't get spoiled by the rapid updates.

Taken: Moving In

"Watch the step, Probie!"

"I see it!"

"Not that one, the next one!"

"I see that one, too, Tony!" McGee glared at Tony over the large plasma screen in front of him. "Just watch where you're going—you're the one walking backwards!"

"I'm an athlete, McKlutzy! I can control my body way better that you ca…shit!"

The television was juggled for a second as Tony lost his footing. "You were saying?" McGee asked.

"Just put it down over there, McGee," Tony ordered, indicating the stand in the corner with his head. Both men sighed in relief as the set was lowered and they could release their grips. "Okay, she's all yours," Tony said, flopping down onto the couch, waving a loose hand in the direction of the television. "Cables, boxes, all the doodads are there. Have at it."

McGee just shook his head and knelt down to the floor, gathering all the wires and boxes to him. "You going to pay me this time, Tony?" he said, slipping down to affix a plug to the wall.

"With beer and pizza," Tony said, pulling out his cell phone and hitting the speed dial for his favorite delivery place.

Heavy steps sounded in the foyer as Gibbs and Ziva entered the house, a worn chair held between them. "Tony," Gibbs said.

Tony pulled the phone away for a second. "Downstairs."

McGee watched as Gibbs smiled, and they both headed down the basement stairs with the chair. The whole idea of Tony officially moving into Gibbs' house was puzzling McGee. Sure, Tony and Gibbs had been together for over six months, but this seemed…really big. Important. As if they were proclaiming to everyone it was an Official Relationship. McGee never figured it would last this long, for all that Tony had been into Gibbs for as long as Tim knew him. He figured Tony would get scared or Gibbs would get tired of Tony's antics or they'd both realize it was wrong but no signs of that seem to be happening. If anything, they were stronger now than at the beginning. Despite Jeanne's reappearance, or Gibbs' mother in law issues—or that weird thing Tony had with Dana Hutton recently—the two men were a solid unit. And that's what puzzled McGee.

"Okay, Probie, out with it," Tony said, flipping his phone shut. "Your face is all scrunched up, telling me you're trying to figure something out but can't quite so just ask, okay?"

McGee looked over at Tony. "How do you and Gibbs do it, Tony?" he asked.

"I'll never tell," Tony replied, eyebrows wriggling at the implication.

"No, not that," McGee countered, his ears reddening at the thought. "I mean this." McGee held out his hands as if to encompass the room and the house. "Moving in together. How are you going to make that work?"

Tony shrugged. "We haven't really been apart since it started, Probie," he explained. "This is just a formality and a way to finally get my stuff here."

"But how do you do it? Being together all day, then all night. I'd go crazy with that much togetherness."

Tony lifted a hand to his chest, unconsciously fingering the dog tags lying under his shirt. How did they manage to make it work? Could he adequately explain to McGee how he felt with Gibbs? The security he'd found with the other man, the acceptance from someone he loved without sacrificing himself?

McGee watched Tony as he rubbed the dog tags, an expression he'd never seen before crossing Tony's handsome features. It was a look of…contentment. Peace. "Never mind," McGee said. "You don't need to explain. I've figured it out."

"Figured what out?" Gibbs asked, coming into the room with Ziva.

"Uh, how to attach the Netfilms box to the television upstairs," McGee answered quickly, not meeting Gibbs' gaze. He might talk to Tony about this, but not Gibbs. Never with Gibbs.

Gibbs' eyes narrowed but left it alone. For now.

xxxxx

"Wow, I'm sore."

Gibbs watched as Tony stretched his back, yawning loudly before sitting on the bed. "What were you and McGee talking about?" he asked.

Tony laughed as he slipped under the sheet. "You don't miss anything, do you?" he said. "McGee asked how we make it work, how we can stand to spend so much time together and not go insane."

"What'd ya tell him?" Gibbs asked, reaching up to turn off the light.

Tony was scrunching down into the pillow, his body pressed against Gibbs. He sighed as Gibbs' arms came around his shoulders and pulled him close. "I didn't," he said, yawning again. "I was gonna, but he said never mind, he'd figured it out."

"Hmm. And how do we make it work?"

"Not sure." Tony yawned for a third time, then snuffled his nose against Gibbs' shirt. "I would say you keep me for my body, but that's a given."

"Well, yeah."

"I think it's just love," Tony said, his voice soft as he drifted into sleep. "And the fact that don't wanna ever be away from you…"

Gibbs held Tony tighter as his words sunk in.

xxx

Tony awoke slowly, a warm presence at his back, strong arms around his waist. He loved waking up like this, loved the way Gibbs held him, arms reaching around, legs pressed tight. He should have felt trapped, but it was actually the opposite—he felt safe. He reveled in the strength of the other man, and luxuriated in the ability to give to him as well.

Tony smiled as he felt a hand move down, slipping slowly into his boxers. He also loved Sunday morning sex. Not that Monday thorugh Saturday sex was bad—far from it, actually. Then again, and sex with Gibbs was great. But Sunday sex was special. It was never rushed, never frenzied. He felt his cock grow harder as Gibbs' hand rubbed softly. Tony moved his hips back, feeling Gibbs' own hardness pressing close. That was the signal for soft kisses to begin along Tony's neck, kisses that teased Tony and caused goose bumps to rise along his flesh. Soon a warm mouth was nibbling on an earlobe, and soft puffs of air were tingling into Tony ear as words were spoken in whispers.

"It works both ways," Gibbs said, his voice low.

His hand was gripping a bit tighter on Tony's cock, a thumb scooping up leaking fluid to lube the way.

Tony pushed back more, pressing harder against Gibbs' swollen cock, legs shifting to trap the older man's. "What does?"

"You. Me. Us."

"I…uh…what?" Tony groaned as a nail scraped along the sensitive head. "Us?"

"Yeah." Gibbs leaned in and swiped a swath of his tongue along Tony's jaw. "Why we work, why this works."

Tony tried to turn his head, attempting to capture the teasing tongue. "Oh…that us. What do you mean, it works both ways?"

Gibbs leaned up enough to ghost his lips along Tony's, then caught Tony's gaze. His blue eyes were serious. "I don't ever want to be away from you, either."

"Oh, God," Tony moaned as the words hit him. He twisted under Gibbs' hold the grasp the older man, fusing their mouths together. The kiss was hard, hot, insistent.

So much for soft Sunday sex.

Gibbs pushed both hands between them to pull of Tony's boxers, divesting himself of his own at that same time. He shoved between Tony's legs, nestling his hips between them, rubbing their cocks together before reaching over for the lube. A fast squeeze between them and Gibbs was pulling up Tony's legs and moving straight to enter the younger man.

"Oh, God…yes…" Tony moaned, loving the rough feel of Gibbs as he slid inside. "Love you…Jethro…please."

Gibbs slid deep, his own groan of need echoing in the room. "Tony…so good, so tight," he moaned, moving slickly in and out of his mate. He pushed up on one arm to allow his hand to squeeze between their bodies, his grip tight on Tony's hard cock.

Tony felt the fire start to build, the shivers start in his balls as Gibbs held him tight and hard. "Faster…," he cried, legs wrapping around Jethro's hips and squeezing hard.

Tony's actions seem to set Gibbs off as he began pounding into Tony, rough shoves of hip and cock and slapping flesh. Gibbs' hands came up to Tony's face and held it steady, forcing the younger man to meet his eyes. "Tony." Gibbs voice was hardly contained. "Welcome home."

Tony screamed as his world exploded and with one…two…three last pushes Gibbs did the same.

xxx

Tony was just starting a load of laundry when Gibbs came up behind him. Having just finished mowing the back lawn, the older man smelled of grass and sunshine. Tony reveled in the smell as Gibbs wrapped his arms around him.

"Sheets again?" Gibbs said, eyeing the load in the washer.

"We do seem to dirty them up," Tony replied. "Speaking of dirty!" Tony just noticed the grease on Gibbs' hands.

"The mower's engine was hinky," Gibbs said, using Abby's favorite word. "Had to fix it."

"Hmm. Go wash up. Lunch is ready."

Gibbs was scrubbing at the sink when the door bell rang. The two men looked at each other, then Gibbs nodded. "I think that's the Tiller's," Gibbs said, indicated the teen boys who lived down the street. "They finally got another car to work on and said they'd come by and show it to us."

"Great," Tony said, handing Gibbs a towel. "Let's take a look."

Gibbs threw the tower back to Tony opened the door. Both men were stunned to see the man standing on the porch.

"Dad."

I know, bad GGA. Sorry about the cliff hanger!