Title: Old Habits Chapter 36
Slash/Mature: Don't like, don't read.
Summary: Has Gibbs fallen back into old habits after the shooting? When Tony shows up to talk to Gibbs, they are interrupted by a young, beautiful red headed woman bringing dinner.
All mistakes are mine, it has not be beta read.
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Vance glanced over at Eric looking confused and surprised. "Are you sure about this?"
Eric's brow furrow. "Yes, why do you look so surprised?"
Vance looked at the ring a few rows in front of them then back and Eric. "You don't strike me as the type of man that watches boxing?"
"I can't say that I've watched a lot of it, but I'm always up for new things." Eric let a seductive little smile play across his lips.
"Now that I know, but we didn't have to come to a boxing match, we could have done something we both would enjoy."
"And you think I won't enjoy the match?"
"I don't know." Vance shrugged. "Two men beating the hell out of each other can get a little intense, especially in an amateur fight."
"I'm pretty sure I can handle it." Eric chuckled.
"Okay." Vance leaned back in his seat just as the boxers were getting ready to step in the ring. This should definitely be interesting.
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"Let's just forget about it all and stay here." Tony sighed as he snuggled back against Gibbs' chest. The arms around his waist tightened and he felt the soft kiss to his neck.
"I promise we'll take more time off." Gibbs nibbled at Tony's neck. "A vacation."
Tony pulled away and turned around looking at his husband. "You just promised to take time off."
Gibbs nodded pulling Tony back against his chest and whispered. "I promise."
"You taking time off?" Tony settled back against his husband. "Hard to believe."
"I have a reason to take time off." Gibbs said his lips back on Tony's neck.
Smiling, Tony brushed his fingers back and forth over the arm around his waist. He had never felt so loved or so safe. "Can we sail somewhere?" He felt the lips against him hum.
"You and me, the boat, nothing but open water." Gibbs' mind raced with countless images of what could happen.
"Sun, nights staring up at the stars, skinny dipping, and endless hours of making love." Tony's eyes closed. "No distractions, no work, no phone, nothing but us."
"I'll call Leon now and requested the time off."
Tony couldn't help but laugh. "Us on a boat…I should have known that was all it would take."
"I've had that dream for over a decade." Gibbs held Tony tighter desperate to be as close as possible to the man. There were so many things he wanted to experience with Tony, places he wanted them to go, and he would make damn sure they did them all.
Tony felt the arms suddenly pulled away from him and a hand tap his hip.
"Get up."
"What?" Tony looked back at his husband.
"Get up, get dressed, we're going out." Gibbs slipped out from behind his husband.
"Where?"
"It's a surprise." Gibbs dropped a quick kiss to Tony's cheek.
"Okay." Tony climbed out of bed. "What should I wear?"
"Clothes." Gibbs answer as he put on his boxers then pulled on a pair of jeans.
"So jeans." Grabbing a pair of jeans from his bag, Tony slipped them on. Zipping them up, he realized Gibbs was staring at him. "What?" He asked hooking the button.
It took a moment, but Gibbs finally just shook his head. "Nothing."
Stalking towards Gibbs, Tony brushed his fingers across his bare stomach. "Thought you liked that I don't wear underwear." He stopped standing in front of his husband.
"I do." Gibbs cleared his throat.
"Thinking about throwing me back on the bed and not going out?" Tony smirked his fingers skimming the waist line of his jeans.
Gibbs slowly shook his head, his arm snaking around Tony's waist as he pulled his husband closer. "I worry about how I'm going to keep my hands off you when I know there's just those jeans separating me from that cock and ass I love so much."
"Maybe we should just stay in." Tony licked his lips.
"No." Gibbs' lips brushed against Tony's then his arm slipped from Tony's waist and he took a step back. "Now finish getting dressed."
Tony's brow furrowed. "Can't imagine what has you so happy to go out when you could stay in this gorgeous room and make love to your husband."
"You'll see." Gibbs put on a pale blue dress shirt, grabbed his wallet from the night stand, stuffed it in his back pocket and looked over at Tony. "Come on let's go."
Tony sighed and shook his head. "You know it's slightly annoying that you can just put on a pair of jeans and a shirt and look that hot."
Gibbs couldn't help but smirk.
"I need a little more time." Tony went to the small closet near the door and pulled out a black dress shirt and was about to slip it on when he realized Gibbs was staring at him again. He saw the slight downward stance of Gibbs' brow. "Not the black?"
Gibbs shook his head.
"You wanna chose what I wear now?" Tony grinned then cocked his head. "Just where are you taking me?" He didn't receive an answer. Pulling out a green sweater, Tony saw no change in Gibbs expression so he put it back and grabbed a light tan button down. He looked over and saw Gibbs' brow slightly arched and a look of longing and desire in the steel blue eyes. "Really?" Tony shrugged with a chuckle as he slipped the shirt on. "I always thought you liked me in green."
"I do."
Tony jumped hearing the voice directly in front of him.
"But that's not all I like you in."
"So what is it about the tan that does it for you?" Tony asked as he buttoned up the shirt.
"You look good in that color." Gibbs' lips brushed a gentle kiss against Tony's cheek. "Plus you were wearing a shirt like that the first time I saw you in your gun holster."
"The gun holster?" Tony's right eyebrow went up. "Oh I see me wearing that and us playing good cop bad cop…with me being the bad cop." He wiggled his eyebrows and saw Gibbs' eyes dilate slightly.
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"That was…intense, I mean intense, intense. Crazy intense." Eric seemed excited and concerned as he spoke.
"I get that." Vance chuckled as he rubbed his thigh. "You clutching my thigh every time one of them landed a punch was intense."
"Sorry." Eric bit at his lips. "I just-" He looked over at Vance as they walked back to the car. "You actually use to do that?"
Vance nodded.
"You must have been good." Eric smiled. "You still have that gorgeous face."
Chuckling, Vance shook his head. "I was okay."
"I can't even imagine having that kind of power behind a punch."
"I could show you."
Eric's eyebrow went up. "I don't think I want to step in the ring with you."
"On a punching bag, not in the ring."
Reaching the car, Eric leaned back against the passenger door. "You have a punching bag at home don't you?"
Vance nodded as his hand gently touched Eric's hip. "And you've been doing amazing in the ring with me."
Eric couldn't help but laugh. "I have went a few rounds with you, haven't I?"
"How about we pick up some dinner on the way back to the house?"
"Sounds good." Eric nodded then glanced at Vance's thigh. "Is your leg okay?"
"Yeah."
"Sure you don't want me to kiss it and make it all better?"
Slowly Vance shook his head. "I know what kiss it and make it better leads to with you."
Eric's finger played with the button on Vance's pants. "And you're complaining that I want to suck your cock?"
"No." Vance grabbed Eric's wrist pulling the younger man's hand away from his pants. "I just think turnabout is fair play."
"Then take me home and you can suck my cock all you want."
"Why do I have to take you home?" Letting go of Eric's wrist, Vance's hand rubbed the younger man's cock feeling it start to harden.
"Here?"
Vance heard the trepidation in Eric's voice. "Right here." He slowly slid the zipper down.
"We're in a parking lot."
"There's no one here." The lot was almost completely devoid of cars, everyone having rushed out after the match.
"But there could be cameras, people coming by."
"We've handled cases in this area, the only camera is a block down at the light." Vance let his fingers slip into Eric's pants and into the boxers.
Eric gasped as the fingers made contact with his cock.
Vance felt the hand suddenly clutch his wrist and saw the concerned look in Eric's eyes. His brow furrowed. "After all the things we've done together this is what-"
"You do realize I spend my days finding people through countless cameras throughout LA…camera's no one even knows are there."
Leaning forward, Vance's lips brushed against Eric's ear. "We're not in LA." He ran his fingers up the length of Eric's hard cock. "And I want you."
Eric's eyes involuntarily closed moved by the words and the touch. Before he could say another word his cock was out and he felt the thumb rub across the head. "Oh fuck." His body trembled and his head fell back against the car.
"Your cock is rock hard…dripping, do you really want me to stop?" Vance gently started stroking Eric's cock as his lips caressed up Eric's neck. "Tell me to stop." When no response came, Vance dropped to his knees and a second later had the head of Eric's cock between his lips.
"God yes." Eric groaned giving in to the amazing sensation. The second Vance's lips slid down the length of his cock Eric suddenly forgot his earlier protest. His mouth fell open as Vance worked over his cock with all the new found skill their relationship had given him. "Feels so good." He groaned as his hips started to rock driving his cock deeper down the other man's throat. His hand dropped to Vance's shoulder searching for more stability as the world around him started to spin out of control. Already his legs were starting to shake, his hand on Vance's shoulder clawed into the flesh as his body threatened to surrender. It still amazed him how quickly the older man had learned exactly how to suck his cock. He willed himself to hold on, to savor the sensation as every fiber of his being screamed for release.
Vance let his hand slip under Eric's cock and gently massaged the younger man's balls.
"Fuck!" Eric cried out as he thrust into Vance's mouth, the release starting to rip through his body. Every muscle in his body tensed as he came, Vance's lips wrapped around the base of his cock sucking hard accepting everything. He felt his knees start to buckle and the strong hands sudden clutch at his hips to keep him standing. Lost in the sexual haze, he struggled to catch his breath. His body shivered as the warm lips brushed against his neck.
"I need to fuck you." Vance growled his cock pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans and wanting nothing more than to take Eric against the car. He was about to spin Eric around when the younger man suddenly grabbed his face with both hands.
"Car, back seat." Eric manage to stammer reaching into Vance's right jean pocket and drawing out the keys. Hitting the button on the fob, the car beeped as it unlocked.
Wrapping an arm around Eric's waist, Vance jerked them away from the car just enough so he could open the back door and shove Eric inside.
Falling into the back seat, Eric was pushing his shorts off as Vance was unzipping his own pants.
Pulling out his cock, Vance dipped down his lips capturing Eric's in a brutal kiss. When Eric drew back desperate for a breath, the younger man gazed up at him.
"Fuck me." Eric growled.
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They walked into the bar and Tony let the door close behind him. His brow furrowed. "Really, this is where we had to rush off to…a dive bar?"
Gibbs ignored the comment as he headed towards the bar. The bartender approached and he held up two fingers. With a nod and a smile the bartender grabbed two beers and sat them in front of Gibbs.
"I'm not complaining." Tony said as he dropped down on a barstool next to where Gibbs was standing. "Just seemed like you had some big surprise."
Taking a swig from his beer, Gibbs looked at his husband.
Tony glanced around the bar, it was your typical small time bar with a couple booths, some tables, a bar, and a little open area that looked like it was for dancing. There was a group of people towards the back of the bar playing darts, next to them a pool table and juke box. "You come here a lot?"
Gibbs slowly shook his head.
Again, Tony's brow furrowed. "So why here?"
"Drink your beer." Gibbs said as he took another drink from his own bottle.
"Okay." Tony took a swig then smiled at Gibbs. "If you wanna get me drunk you might wanna order the hard stuff."
Gibbs leaned forward slightly. "I don't want you drunk."
"Then what do you want?" Tony smirked.
Sitting his beer down, Gibbs walked towards the back of the bar feeling the green eyes follow him as he stopped before the jukebox. Pulling a dollar from his pocket he slide the dollar in the machine feed and pushed a couple buttons. Turning to walk back towards his husband the music filled the bar.
Tony heard the slow romantic country song start and he smiled as his husband reached him. He felt the soft lips brush against his cheek, then the softly spoken words.
"Dance with me." Gibbs stared into the confused green eyes.
Again, Tony's eyes danced around the room suddenly realizing there wasn't a single woman in the place.
"Not every gay place is some loud bass thumping club or covered in rainbows." Gibbs said as he took Tony's hand in his. "Now dance with me." He said as he gently tugged Tony from the barstool.
Putting down his beer, Tony let himself be lead to the small open space he'd seen earlier. He felt the arm slip around his waist and he was pulled into Gibbs' arms. Willingly, he settled against the older man, his hand caressing around his husbands neck and resting at the nape. Tony sighed contently as the hand pressed lovingly against the small of his back. "Leroy Jethro Gibbs, you never cease to surprise me."
"Good." Gibbs whispered as his lips pressed a kiss to Tony's cheek. "I want to experience everything with you for the first time all over again."
"You're a romantic at heart." Tony smiled looking into his husbands blue eyes.
Gibbs gave his half shrug. "When it comes to you…I am."
Pressing himself deeper against Gibbs, Tony's hand cupped Gibbs' cheek as he ran his thumb over his husband's lips. "How'd I get so lucky?" He shook his head. "A man who loves me, makes me feel safe and happier than I ever thought possible." A playful smirk played across Tony's face. "And is the best lover I've ever had."
Gibbs couldn't help but laugh.
"You laugh but it's true." Tony grinned.
"Well I think that has something to do with you." Gibbs' fingers brushed back and forth over the small of Tony's back. "And how much I love and want you."
"How exactly did you know about this place?" Tony asked as other couples now dance around them.
"We had a case in this area and when we finished I wanted a drink."
"So you stopped in not knowing it was a gay bar?"
"Yeah."
"How long did it take you to figure out?"
"Less time than you." Gibbs smirked.
"Excuse me for not assume you were taking me to some gay bar so we could dance." Tony chuckled. "I mean you're not really Mr. Dancing guy."
"Well I think that might be changing."
"And why's that?"
"Any excuse to hold you in my arms." Gibbs sighed and let his lips capture Tony's.