Warnings: AU. Slash.
Note: Sequel to 'Conflicted'
The next morning at 7:55 Tony was sitting behind his desk. He gave Cait a short greeting and then went back to ignoring her. Yes he would have to talk to her. Probably today. But not right now. Right now he was waiting for Gibbs. Tony didn't quite know what to expect. Nothing? Some acknowledgement of the moment they had shared last night? Anger? Gibbs was a hard man to read at any time. But this was uncharted territory. But now that he knew Gibbs wanted him, he couldn't keep the grin off his face. Whatever Gibbs reaction would be. He could work with and/or on it.
"What are you so happy about?" Cait asked.
"No reason. Just in a good mood." Tony went back to checking his messages. Every so often he would glace towards the elevator. Finally the man arrived.
"Morning, Gibbs!" he cheerfully greeted his boss.
"What have we got?" Gibbs put down the obligatory paper cup on the desk, sat down on the edge and looked at them expectantly.
Cait pushed back her chair. "Nothing."
/Aw hell./ Why did today of all days have to be a slow day? Gibbs had counted on working on a case to keep his mind off things. Where was a murder when you needed one? And why on earth did Tony have to smile that way all the time. "Well. Do paperwork! Or find me a case. You're not getting paid for playing solitaire all day."
"Minesweeper, Boss. I play Minesweeper."
"Dinozzo..." Gibbs said with exasperation. Hurriedly, Tony went back to work. A smile was hinting at the corners of his mouth. Pure Gibbs. Plus only one cup of coffee. Gibbs was in a good mood. Tony liked to think he was who put him there.
The morning was unusually quiet. After his little reprimand the night before, Cait wisely kept her mouth shut. Gibbs had never been one for small talk. So Tony had no one to talk to. He quietly did his work, willing his eyes to stay on the screen and not stray to Gibbs' desk. Around lunch time he was so engrossed in his work he barely glanced over anymore. Absentmindedly he started humming a song under his breath.
"Tony?"
Tony glanced up from his notes and smiled at Gibbs. "Yeah, Boss?"
"Could you please stop that?"
"Stop what?"
/Smiling./ "Humming."
"I was?" We'll make a lover out of you yet. Great first he eyes and now his subconsciousness.
Gibbs shot him a look that said 'ye.ah!' and almost rolled his eyes.
"Sorry." Tony was about to go back to work, when the phone on Gibb's desk rang. Gibbs answered it and exchanged a few words with the other person.
"Grab your gear."
"Finally!" Tony grabbed his backpack and was up in seconds.
"Yes." Cait quietly cheered and followed the two men.
The case turned out to be pretty dull. By the end of the day they had closed it again already. They headed back to the office and finished their paperwork.
Cait loudly hit the enter key on the keyboard. "And I'm done. See you all tomorrow." She shut down her computer and headed for the elevator. Tony quickly saved the file he had been working on and followed her. "Cait! Wait up."
Gibbs could see that she'd rather swallow a box of nails than talk to Tony, but he was being stubborn. He shot her a warning look. He wanted this resolved. Cait finally gave up and got into the elevator with Tony.
Gibbs looked at the screen and sighed. He rubbed his eyes and then threw his glasses down on the desk. He hadn't even finished half of his reports day. Which hadn't been that much of a surprise. He emptied his coffee and threw the cup away. Sighing he shut the document. Maybe he would have more luck concentrating tomorrow. He leaned back in his chair and watched the faces on the other screen blur by. He still had a terrorist to catch. He was so engrossed in the database he didn't notice when Tony came back. Or that he was humming Tony's song from that morning under his breath. After a few minutes Gibbs felt Tony's eyes on him. The younger man was grinning from ear to ear.
"What are you smiling at?"
"Nothing." Tony was still grinning. At that moment Gibbs realized what he had been doing.
He pushed his chair forcefully away from the desk.
"I need coffee." Gibbs walked to the small break room.
"Since when do you drink the poison they've labeled coffee here? I think we should let Abby run a test on it. See if that stuff really is coffee at all." Tony joked, following Gibbs through the deserted office.
"After ten. Shop's closed." Gibbs poured himself a cup. "So did you talk to Cait?"
"Yeah."
"And?" Sometimes it seemed that performing an open heart operation on himself would be easier than getting information out of Dinozzo.
"I think the problem is solved."
"Mind telling me what the problem was?"
"You're already enough of a pest to work with, Boss. I don't think feeing your ego is a good idea." Tony replied cheekily.
"This was about me?" Gibbs grimaced and set the cup of bad coffee back on the counter.
"Yes." Was Gibbs generally this clueless when it came to the effect he had on other people or was he losing his touch?
"Don't tell me she still has a crush on me."
/Maybe not completely clueless, but missed the mark by a mile./ "Nope."
Gibbs didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. Cait wasn't really his type. But it had been flattering.
"So whatever it was, it's settled?"
"I believe I already said that, Boss."
Tony's intense gaze was making Gibbs a tad nervous. He feeling he didn't particularly cared for. He liked being in control. "Good. Then let's get back to work."
A coy smile appeared on Tony's lips. "Work hours are long over."
Gibbs started to move towards the door. "We still have paperwork to finish."
Tony cut him off and backed him up against one of the counters. "There is always paperwork. I think it can wait until tomorrow."
"Last time I checked I was still the boss." Being that close to Tony was affecting him. He needed to get out of here now. He didn't regret kissing Tony. It had been the right thing to do at the time. But the rules were there for a reason. He tried to move past Tony, keeping his eyes anywhere but on that beautiful face.
Tony held his ground. He was standing so close he could feel the heat radiating off the other man's body. Still they didn't touch at all. He licked his lips. "Rules are meant to be broken."
The hidden urgency in Tony's voice made Gibbs look him straight in the eye. The cat was out of the bag. And it sure as hell would not be pushed back in there. Tony needed this as much as he needed to know that Gibbs did care about him. It was just the next step. The rules were there to keep the team from breaking apart. What if the rules were about to break apart the team?
Tony could see the older man give in. He closed the distance between them and pressed Gibbs back into the counter, capturing his lips in a kiss in slow and rather chaste kiss. He brought his hand up to let them run over the fine sculptured arms and play with the sliver hair. He lightly nibbled on Gibbs lips, wanting to get more of the incredible taste he had gotten a sample of the night before.
Gibbs pulled him even closer and wrapped his arm around his waist. He tilted his head a bit for better access. His blood was drumming so loudly in his ears he could barely hear his own thoughts anymore. Eventually one thing came through. This was their work place. What if somebody saw them? "Tony." His voice was not much more than a hoarse whisper.
"Mmmh?" Tony started to kiss down his jaw.
"This isn't..." He was shut up by another kiss on the lips from Tony. At first he tried to resist, but as soon as Tony's hands started to sneak under his shirt, he gave up any pretence of resistance he had left and fully surrendered. He had to bite back a groan when Tony playfully bit his lip. The boy was talented. Very talented. He could restrain the groan that came when he thought about what other things Tony could probably do with his tongue.
At this point neither was able to keep the other upright and they slid to the floor, never breaking lip contact. Tony somehow ended up straddling his thighs. Tony pushed himself up a bit so their chests were touching again. Which also brought their groins together. They both moaned. Gibbs curled his fingers, gripping Tony's hair tightly, and pulled his down a bit again to deepen the kiss once more.
"Jethro are you still here?" Ducky called out. Both men went still. "Jethro?" The sound of Ducky's steps receded. They both let out their breath they'd been holding.
Gibbs broke their lip contact, rested his head against Tony's and took several calming breaths to even out with breathing. The soft puffs of Tony's slightly labored breathing made him shiver.
"That was close." Tony chuckled.
Gibbs pulled away a few inches. "You think this is funny? This is exactly why..." he broke of when he saw the hurt look on Tony's face. Sighing, he gave him small peck on the lips. This was just as much his own fault. He pulled back to look at Tony again. "Let's get out of here."
Tony smiled. "Yeah. Let's." He leapt up and brushed down his clothing, then followed Gibbs outside.
The end.
