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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Have No Fear

"Aww, come on, Jet."

"No way in hell I'm going to do that."

"But what's the big deal? I know you like to keep on conveying the impression of the grumpy boss there but you said so yourself, we shouldn't just spend time in company of each other. Not that I don't dig it because, trust me, I do but please? It's only one night. You even get to pick the movie and I'll buy you dinner whenever you want. It's fifty bucks, Jet."

Jet sighed and leaned back against the metallic walls of the elevator. He refused to look up at Tony because he was sure that the younger man would stare at him with puppy eyes, practically begging him to just say yes. Tony had tormented him about that damn movie night at McGee's for over a week now and he slowly felt his determination not to go slide away. Jet briefly wondered how Tony was able to pull it off because usually he wasn't one to waver in his decisions.

Subtly shaking his head, he finally looked at him and was able to see the foreseen puppy eyes but they were almost immediately overshadowed by the broad grin that was building on Tony's face now.

"Hah! You're so going."

"Fine," Jet finally answered and sighed again. "Better be a damn good dinner, then."

"You bet," Tony replied and quickly leaned into him and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

The elevator doors slid open and they walked towards the bullpen where Tony threw his backpack into one corner and immediately went to McGee's desk.

"You owe me fifty bucks, Probie," Tony grinned at him. "When am I going to see your big thing then?"

Before McGee had even had the chance to answer, Ziva had joined them in front of his desk and chimed in.

"Why would you like to see McGee's big thing, Tony?"

Gibbs bit his tongue in order not to laugh out loud as he settled at his own desk, watching Tony blush ever so slightly.

"I was talking about his new flat screen, Ziva," he hurried to explain. "I don't think I'd ever like to see anything else of McGee's things," he added shuddering.

"Oh, are you talking about the movie night you guys mentioned at the club the other night?"

"Yep, Probette," Tony smirked and cast a quick glance at Jet again.

Jet subtly shook his head, holding his gaze for a few moments before he raised an eyebrow. It was Tony's turn to shake his head now and he shrugged uncomfortably, apparently trying to tell him he had no clue that Ziva had overheard that conversation. Gibbs just winked, he hadn't wanted to go to that weird movie night in the first place, so one more person wouldn't matter, would it?

"Thursday night?" McGee finally replied to Tony's earlier question.

Tony shrugged before he looked back at Jet again with Tim mirroring his action.

"Works for me," Gibbs replied shrugging before he opened a case file.

"Good. Ziva, you want to come, too?"

"Sure, why not. But only if Tony is not allowed to pick a movie this time. I do not think I can live through another stupid mindless action movie."

"First of all, Die Hard is no stupid mindless action movie, Ziva, it's an all-time classic. Second of all, don't worry about it because Gibbs here is going to be all 'boss' on us and will decide what to watch."

Ziva turned around to look at him now but Jet refused to meet her eyes and instead focused on the case file, which granted, he was even able to read as he had misplaced his damn glasses again.

"Don't you have any work to do? I can help you with that," he said gruffly and was satisfied that they returned to their work almost immediately.

Only as he looked up a couple of minutes later, did he see Tony smirking at him and just as Jet wanted to demand what was so funny, Tony threw his glasses across the bullpen. He caught them easily, wondering if the guy had intentionally hidden them from him. Had he spent too much time with him already and had that 'B' finally rubbed off on him?

-x-

Tony knew it was coming and yet he wasn't quite prepared for the head slap that he received as soon as he had entered Jet's house later that night. He had made a detour to get pizza and to check his mail, so that they would be able to spend a relaxing evening in front of the television or working on the boat.

"Ouch," he grunted, rubbing the spot where he had just hit him. "What was that for?"

"You know damn well."

Jet glared at him as he sat down on his couch but Tony just smiled back at him, knowing that the glare had nothing in common with the usual confess-or-I'll-kill-you glares but had an underlying amusement in it.

"Oh, I have no idea what you're talking about," Tony replied, sat down next to him and picked up a slice of pizza.

"Let me help you with that," Jet replied gruffly. "Rule-breaking number one: you kissed me at work."

Another slap upside Tony's head.

"Number two," the older man continued. "You don't get to drag me into your private conversations in the middle of the bullpen."

Another head slap, though softer this time and a grin was now plastered on his face, causing Tony to smile back at him, knowing what would come next.

"Number three: Don't ever, ever hide my glasses from me again, you got that?"

Tony internally braced himself for another slap and closed his eyes but was surprised by a soft kiss on his lips.

"Is this what I get for stealing your glasses? If yes I'll do that twenty times per day from now on."

Jet didn't reply anything just continued to stare at him and Tony looked right back at him, wondering if it would be possible to just stay like that forever. After what must have been a really long time, Tony finally cleared his throat and averted his glance.

"No, but seriously, you're not really mad about today, are you?"

"Nah, but we have to be more careful. It's one thing with McGee and Ziva knowing but I don't want this to be all over the office."

"Yeah, I know. I'll pay more attention from now on."

"I will, too."

"But," Tony started over, grabbing Jethro by the collar of his polo shirt. "I can do whatever I want to do with you here, right?"

"Oh and that would be?" he replied, already kissing his way down Tony's jaw.

"I've got a few ideas about that," Tony answered groaning as Jet bit down on his flesh.

Tony lay down on the couch now, pulling Jet down with him, his hands roaming his sides. They continued to kiss hard, sloppy, open-mouthed. Tony made quick work in getting rid of Jet's t-shirt and jeans before he moved his hand down to find his cock. He smiled up at him as he realized that he was already hard and moved his hand up and down, drawing quiet moans from Jethro. The older man suddenly pulled away, sitting up and Tony was just about to protest as he leaned into him again, placing soft kisses down his neck before he quickly got rid of Tony's clothes, too. He grabbed him then, pulling Tony over so that he was straddling him and Tony heard himself gasp as Jet grabbed both of their cocks and pressed them together. Tony leaned down ever so slightly, kissing him again while Jet was moving his hand with precision, causing Tony to let out a sound that sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Tony felt their cocks pulsing together, pre-cum already dripping. He rocked his hips and they bumped together and this time, apparently taken by surprise, Jet let out a low growl. Tony felt his own muscles tense now and knew that it wasn't long until –

"Jethro," he groaned when he came, spurting out onto the older man's belly as he shuddered uncontrollably.

Jet continued to stroke his own cock for a few more moments and then came with a groan of pleasure, his free hand coming round Tony's waist as he drew him closer to press feeble kisses on his cheek.

They stayed like that for a few minutes just staring at each other, not caring that they were sweaty and slick.

"Oh, I'll definitely have to hide your glasses more often," Tony finally said, effectively breaking their moment and Jet laughed, trying to get up but Tony wouldn't let him.

He had thought about it for a while now but hadn't dared to bring it up until now because, well, this was the first time for both of them and he didn't want to mess up everything by rushing into things…

"Uh, Jet?" he started, feeling his cheeks getting hot. "As much as I love what we've been doing until now… uh, I wanted to ask, uh… you know, you and me…" he trailed off now, looking away from him.

"Are you actually shy right now?" Jet asked, putting a finger under Tony's chin to make him look at him again. "Tony DiNozzo blushing over sex. Nice change."

"Hey," Tony grinned at him, still feeling the blush creeping up his cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss on Jet's temple.

"I mean," Jet replied more serious now. "If you want to try it out, sure, I'm game."

"Yeah?" Tony asked, smiling at him when he realized that Jet meant it. "I mean I get that you won't ever be a bottom being all bossy and stuff. But I really want to try some time."

"You never know," Jet replied, tilting his head ever so slightly.

"Okay," Tony said, clearing his throat, finally getting up and took Jet by the hand, leading him into the bathroom to clean them up.

-x-

Jet was more or less comfortably seated on McGee's couch with Tony sitting on his left hand side and Abby on the other. That double date movie night had eventually turned out to be a team movie night as Ziva, Abby and Palmer had decided to come, too. Tony had brought some of his movies but Abby for some reason had insisted to watch Alien. She had talked about some phobia she had since she had first seen it and she wanted to get rid of it today of all days. Jet had noticed Tony's gaze upon him and had just shrugged, causing his partner to whisper into his ear.

"You sure you want to watch it? The thing with Shannon and stuff?"

Jet had just shaken his head and had taken Tony's hand for a short moment, squeezing it softly.

"It's okay," he had replied and Tony seemed to have relaxed a bit but Jet couldn't help but notice that he stole glances at him every other minute or so, clearly not focusing on the movie at all.

But, really, it was okay with him. Granted, he had never quite liked that particular movie and it felt weird at the beginning watching it without Shannon there, mocking the actors and stuff but he wasn't feeling that thing inside of him roaring at him whenever the memory of her came to him unexpectedly. He had settled to watch his team rather than the movie after a few minutes. Palmer and his fiancée were sitting on the floor, Breena between his legs, leaning her back against him. Ziva was sitting to their left cross-legged, seemingly absorbed in the movie. McGee's new girlfriend was sitting on his lap on a recliner. They were talking to each other in hushed voices and Gibbs wasn't able to hear what they were saying but McGee was smiling at her all the time. Jethro couldn't help but feel the corners of his mouth twitch as he suddenly realized that this was actually nice, that he could get used to these kinds of gatherings as long as it meant that his team was happy just like now.

He felt Tony's hand on his thigh now as he leaned into him again. "You're supposed to watch the movie not the others."

"Ya think?" he whispered back. "Is there going to be a test at the end?"

"Don't assume there isn't one," Tony grinned. "Rule number 8, remember?"

"My rules, DiNozzo," he gave back. "I remember."

"Just checking."

He reached over and delivered a soft head slap, causing Abby on his other side to chuckle. He let his hand linger on the back of Tony's head before he let it drop down ever so slightly as he pulled it around the younger man's shoulder. He felt him tense up for a moment before he leaned into him, apparently enjoying the public caress. He had let his head drop to his shoulder and Jethro placed his own upon Tony's, finally drawing his attention back to the movie.

It wasn't until he heard a suspicious giggling sound coming from Abby's direction that he turned around again and saw her sitting there, smiling broadly at him, a camera in her hand.

"Sorry," she whispered. "I just had to take a picture. This is sooo cute."

"Abby," Gibbs replied growling but Tony cut him off, leaning over to get a better look at the display of the camera.

"Cool. Can I have that? Meant to take one forever but he refuses to let his guard down long enough for me to actually surprise him by taking one."

Abby laughed again, ignored Jet rolling his eyes and nodded. "Sure thing, T. And Gibbs, don't be so hard on him, he just wants something to drool over when you're not there."

"Abs," Gibbs hissed again but she just laughed.

"Never mind, continuing to watch the movie now."

-x-

After they had finally bid the others good night, Tony and Jethro were on their way home.

"How come you're not drinking lately?" Jet suddenly asked, startling Tony slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"Just noticed. You're always drinking soda when you're at home and you weren't drinking last week when you were out with the others or tonight, either."

Tony pulled over into the garage of his apartment building now, furrowing a brow. Jet was right of course, he hadn't been drinking ever since the two of them had gotten back together but it hadn't been a conscious decision, not really.

"I don't know. I mean… I've been drinking far too much back when we were broken up and stuff. You know that I tend to get wasted whenever I'm feeling down and stuff."

"Yeah, I get that," Jet replied suddenly looking at him with serious eyes. "But why give it up completely?"

"I haven't really, I guess. But you know, given my family history and all… I should probably have an eye on that. Don't want to end up like my… parents, I guess."

Jet gave him a smile and Tony felt the uncomfortable feeling, that had made itself perceivable at the thought of his mother and father, disappear again. He stopped the car and got out, taking the older man's hand.

"You're not like him, you know that, right?"

"Yeah. God, I hope I'm not like him. But I know how alcohol can change people and I won't let that happen."

"Smart," Jet replied, gripping his hand a bit tighter. "Don't worry, I'd set you straight if you were like your father for just one second, you got that?"

"But I think, my father would like that," Tony grinned now and Jet furrowed a brow. "Ah, come on, you know… set me straight," he continued as he realized that the older man had missed his joke. "Emphasis on straight. Get it?"

Jet snorted and shook his head before he looked at him again, his blue eyes boring into his own green ones. Tony stopped dead in his tracks to turn to him and pressed his lips against Jet's. The kiss was soft and short and yet Tony hoped that it would convey the message. The message that he appreciated everything that the older man had done for him the last couple of weeks, months, hell, years and that he wasn't planning on giving up on anything in anytime soon. And judging by the smile he got in return when he pulled away, Jethro knew exactly how he felt.

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