Chapter Four: Special Treatment

It was surprisingly easy to get into NCIS. Of course, that could've had something to do with the Goth chick who'd overheard his name when he'd given it to the security guard at the front door. Tony didn't know who she was but judging by her reaction she knew him and she'd gotten him in the door and one step closer to Jethro so he went with it.

Of course the uncharacteristically bubbly Goth turned dark and mysterious and maybe even a bit cold when they reached her lab. The way she was looking at him, sizing him up, stalking him, even, was making Tony squirm.

"Are you gonna say anything or just stand there and stare at me?" Tony finally asked when he couldn't take the awkwardness of the silence any longer.

"Are you Anthony as in Tony?" Abby asked.

Tony narrowed his eyes at the question, wondering what it meant coming from someone he didn't know. Why would this stranger be inquiring about his nickname? What did it mean? "Um, yeah. Why?"

"Just wondering."

Tony's mind caught up quickly and a confident expression settled in his eyes. "Just wondering if I'm the Tony that Jethro's been talking about?" he asked hopefully.

"I'll ask the questions here," Abby said firmly, making it perfectly clear to Tony that he was going to have to win her trust and she wasn't going to make it easy on him.

Tony also thought that despite the tough exterior, she might be a little excited about his presence but she was doing her best not to let on. He'd had plenty of girls play hard to get though and he was a damn good interrogator—at least he would be if he ever got the chance. He was confident he could break through Abby's rough, untrusting exterior and win her over. "Jethro hasbeen talking about me," he stated confidently.

"I never said that!" Abby gasped but the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth gave her away. "Why are you here?"

"To see Jethro," Tony answered cryptically.

"What are your intentions?"

Tony held his hands up in surrender and took a step backwards. "I swear, we're just gonna have dinner and then I'll bring him right home. There won't be any hanky panky or underage drinking or smoking or anything like that. And I promise to have him home by curfew!" He winked at the woman playfully and in return she smacked him lightly for making her laugh.

"You were all nice to me in the lobby. Was that just so you could get me down here alone and torture me? What's with the third degree?"

"Well, I can kill you and leave no forensic evidence behind."

Tony stiffened at the statement as he stared at the unassuming woman. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her but he was pretty sure he liked her. Maybe they could even be friends in an alternate universe.

"Listen," Tony said, all the joking leaving his voice, "Jethro and I are just friends. He calms my inner chaos in a way no one's ever been able to do before."

"Gibbs tends to have that effect on people," Abby admitted. "Well, some people, at least. You should see him break someone in interrogation. That's equally impressive!"

Tony perked up in clear interest but before he could respond, Jethro was strolling into the lab.

"Abs, do you have my test results for—" He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw who was standing next to Abby. His heart sped up, his hands started sweating and he couldn't stop the hint of a smile that appeared as familiar feelings took over, despite his surprise at finding the man standing there. "Officer DiNozzo," he greeted cordially.

When Abby saw the way that the mere sight of Tony melted away Gibbs' gruffness and put a smile on his face, she couldn't help but love Tony too. Anyone who made Gibbs light up like that was good in her eyes.

"Got reports of an older model truck speeding around the city," Tony joked. "Thought I'd come check you out, see if I needed to issue you a ticket."

"I didn't drive the truck today," Jethro replied, not taking his eyes off Tony.

"Well maybe I'll check you out anyways," Tony said. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed Jethro until the man was standing in front of him.

"I see you met Abby."

"Kind of," Tony answered. "She was too busy grilling me to actually tell me her name."

"Somebody has to watch out for Gibbs," Abby interjected defensively, "'cause everybody who knows him knows he's not good at looking out for himself."

It wasn't until Abby spoke that Jethro remembered where they were and that they weren't alone. "You got those test results for me, Abs?" he asked again.

"Actually, I do," Abby answered, moving over to her computer.

While Abby gabbed on and on about her findings, Jethro's attention remained focused on Tony. He couldn't take his eyes off of the man. It was blatant and unguarded and it didn't go unnoticed. A smile spread across Tony's face as he locked eyes with Jethro and the two seemed to have a silent conversation while Abby rambled on. The only time Jethro broke eye contact was to glance at Tony's lips and the more he did it, the more excited Tony got. Tony's tongue peeked out, subconsciously running across his lower lip in an open invitation but the moment was once again interrupted by Abby.

"…and you didn't hear a word I said, did you?" the forensic scientist asked.

It took a moment for Jethro to realize Abby had finished speaking. "Sounds good. E-mail me those results, will ya?" He took Tony by the arm and guided him towards the elevator, leaving Abby standing in the middle of the room, shaking her head.

"You mean to the e-mail address you never check?" she called after the two men. She wasn't the least bit surprised when she got no response.

"You sent Morrow to Baltimore," Tony guessed while they waited for the elevator.

"You came," Jethro answered, as if that had been the plan all along.

"Of course I did."

The elevator dinged, announcing its arrival before the doors opened and the two men stepped inside. An awkward silence filled the space as a few hesitant movements and false starts finally led to Jethro grabbing Tony by the necktie and tugging him into a kiss.

It wasn't Tony's first kiss, not by a long shot, but it carried that same excitement, if not even more. It was more than a kiss; the warmth of the soft, moist lips pressing against his was a connection on the deepest level and the excitement reached his innermost being. The kiss only heightened Tony's growing addiction for the man even more though, because before he knew it the elevator dinged again and Tony was following Jethro into a very orange colored squad room where the rest of the man's team was waiting for him.

"You, sit," Jethro ordered, pointing at Tony and then at the chair behind his own desk.

Tony was taken aback slightly at this new, gruffer version of the man he thought he knew so well but a smile slowly spread across his face and he obeyed.

"What do we got?" Jethro asked in the same, no nonsense tone as he turned to face his team.

He listened as they took turns sharing their new findings but, once again, his attention kept drifting back to Tony who was watching everything that was going on curiously from behind Jethro's desk. Tony was enjoying the fact that he had Jethro preoccupied and off his game. The distracted, sideways glances didn't go unnoticed by his team either. Judging by the cautiously curious looks on their faces, it was a side of Jethro they rarely, if ever, saw.

"That's enough for today," Jethro said when his team had finished. "Be back here at zero seven tomorrow. Er, make that zero eight," he corrected after another glance at Tony.

Tony's smile grew, as did the confusion written all over everyone else's faces.

Once the team had dispersed, Tony waited patiently while Jethro gathered his things then followed him to his car and got in, without question of where they were going or what they were going to do.

The short car ride was quiet and filled with anxious anticipation as well as building excitement. Smiles graced the faces of both men and curious glances passed between the two before Jethro pulled into the small parking lot of his favorite diner.

Tony shook off his surprise at the unexpected location, got out of the car and followed Jethro into the small building. The smells we're inviting and the warmth radiating from the waitress who had immediately started tending to them revealed why Jethro frequented such a place. The fact that the waitress knew Jethro by name and Jethro called her by name revealed how often the man had been there.

"So, how ya doin'?" Jethro asked, watching as Tony doctored the coffee Elaine had just poured him. "Did you come by for another lesson in manhood?"

"My manhood is just fine," Tony protested playfully. "Maybe a little lonely but we'll be okay. We always are."

The two shared shy smiles and sipped at their steaming coffee.

"Thanks for rescuing me today," Tony said, "or sending someone very impressive to rescue me."

Jethro raised his eyebrows at the amended comment. "Would you rather be having dinner with Morrow?"

"I'm much more impressed with you," Tony clarified, "but Morrow certainly made an impression in Baltimore."

"Good."

Tony tapped a fingernail against his cup, watching as each tap produced a soft ping until Jethro's hand wrapped around his, stopping the movement and noise.

"I quit my job today," Tony confided.

The look on Jethro's face turned puzzled at the statement. "You normally have to quit one job before you start another," he replied.

Tony's eyebrows raised in interest as he looked across the table. "That scene with Morrow wasn't just for show?"

"I don't do anything just for show, Tony," Jethro commented offhandedly.

The smile on Tony's face reached all the way to his eyes. "You just don't seem like the kind of guy that would offer a guy you hardly know a job. At least a job like this."

It was Jethro's turn to smile. "You think I don't know anything about you?"

The look on the man's face told Tony he couldn't have been more wrong. In fact, Jethro probably knew more about him than he knew about himself. That probably should have made him squirm but instead Tony found it exhilarating.

Jethro recognized the look of thrill on the man's face and it had his attraction for the man growing even more.

The conversation continued while they waited for their food and as their interest grew, so did their desire. By the time their meal arrived, the tension was so thick that even Elaine could feel it radiating between them as she dropped their dinners off.

"Should I pack this up in to go boxes?" she teased.

Jethro wasn't sure how to respond but the look on his face said it all and had Elaine leaving their meals and hurrying off but not before giving them a teasing wink. A boisterous laugh sounded as she hurried off.

"I like her," Tony said, grinning from ear to ear. Elaine was fun and obviously brave if she was boldly teasing Jethro.

"Elaine's the best," Jethro agreed.

Talking turned to touching as the two ate. Fingers grazed and lingered as salt, pepper and ketchup were passed back and forth while knees and feet bumped under the table. Smiles turned to chuckles at the growing awkwardness but neither were willing to stand down.

When Jethro had decided to ask Tony to be a member of his team, he'd known that meant their relationship couldn't venture into anything outside of the professional realm. That determination had faded the instant he'd laid eyes on the man in Abby's lab and the urge had become overwhelming when they were alone in the elevator. Now things were escalating at an alarming rate and Jethro was finding himself getting in deeper and deeper and not only was he helpless to stop it, he didn't want to.

"How's your arm?" Tony asked as they ate. "I'm surprised to see you're still wearing the brace."

"He's only wearing the brace because he reaggravated it by not wearing the brace," Elaine informed Tony as she refilled their drinks.

"Enough out of you," Jethro grumbled.

"I know you're too stubborn to tell him yourself so I thought I'd help you out," Elaine replied warmly.

"Keep it up and I'm gonna use your tip to buy Tony ice cream," Jethro threatened teasingly.

"Don't worry, Elaine," Tony interrupted, "I'll make sure you're generously tipped."

Jethro shot a mutinous glare across the table.

"I'm a beat cop," Tony protested innocently. "My life's all about building relationships and cultivating sources and a generous tip is an excellent way to do that. Waitresses are a fountain of knowledge, Jethro."

"No ice cream for you."

Tony simply smiled at the man sitting across the table from him while Elaine headed off to her next table.

"My boss teamed up with my doc and they threatened to put me on medical leave if I didn't wear the brace," Jethro explained once they were alone again.

"Your boss knows your doctor?"

"He works at NCIS too. He's our medical examiner."

Tony's eyes widened in shock. "Your doctor is really a medical examiner?"

Jethro shrugged as he took another drink of his coffee. "He's an old friend. I trust him."

"I don't know if that's crazy or scary," Tony said around a laugh.

"Probably both," Jethro admitted. He reached out and rubbed his finger across the back of Tony's hand, unable to resist the urge to touch.

The gesture caused Tony's smile to grow and his heart to beat faster. It was becoming more and more evident that it was a matter of when, not if, things between them would escalate.

"It's better to work for people who actually give a shit about your wellbeing than people who don't care if you live or die," Tony pointed out.

Jethro's eyes darkened for a brief moment at the reality of the statement but Tony was quickly changing the topic and after a short hesitation Jethro decided to let him.

"This is really good," Tony said, taking another bite of his dinner.

"Mm-hmm," Jethro hummed hesitantly.

Tony reached across the table and rested his hand on top of Jethro's, imploring the man with a desperate look. "The past is the past, Jethro. Don't let it sour what we've got going on here."

Jethro's expression softened and he nodded in agreement. His fingers wrapped lightly around Tony's wrist, grazing against the man's steadily pounding pulse as he stared across the table at him. "You know, I told myself we'd just have dinner, catch up, and then I'd drop you back at your car but I don't wanna do that anymore. I don't think I could handle watching you disappear into the night again."

"What can you handle?" Tony asked in an open invitation.

"Elaine," Jethro called, his eyes still locked on Tony's, "I think we will take those to go boxes after all."

Five minutes later they were back in the car, heading towards Alexandria.

The hand on Tony's thigh as Jethro drove down the road wasn't entirely unexpected but it still got filed away in the 'nice surprise' category. It remained still for the most part, simply resting as its warmth spread up Tony's leg to other, more excitable body parts leaving Tony wishing that Jethro's hand would follow the warming sensations as they spread.

"You got quiet on me," Jethro pointed out as he flipped his turn signal on and cut across two lanes of traffic.

"Just enjoying the moment," Tony explained casually.

Jethro's eyebrows did the talking as he turned into the parking lot of a drug store, ordered Tony to stay put—he couldn't go shopping with the crotch of his pants looking like it was going to bust at the seams—and then disappeared into the store. Minutes later he returned, dropped a paper bag into Tony's lap, put the car in gear and they were on their way once again.

Tony unfolded the top of the bag in his lap and peeked inside.

"Is that okay?" Jethro asked.

"Oh yeah," Tony answered, "unexpected but very okay."

He smiled to himself as he refolded the top of the bag with the large tube of lube and box of condoms. It wasn't why he'd come to Jethro at all. In fact it was something he thought he'd never get from the man. It was also one of the best surprises he'd ever gotten and it was causing the front of his pants to begin to fill again.

"Unexpected?" Jethro questioned.

Tony shrugged. "You just don't seem like the kind of guy to take work home with you."

"You're not work yet," Jethro replied. "I figure there's time to figure things out if that's okay with you."

Tony answered by sliding his hand over Jethro's thigh and giving it a squeeze.

By the time Jethro pulled into his driveway, his pants were unbuttoned and unzipped and Tony's hand was squeezing and tugging at his boxer briefs. Tony's shirt disappeared as soon as they walked in the front door and the two took turns slamming each other up against the wall with demanding kisses and exploring fingers as they slowly made their way upstairs.

Tony went to work on the buttons on Jethro's shirt while Jethro kept Tony pinned between his body and the cool wall behind him using only his tongue, teeth and mouth on the man's neck and chest.

"Oh fuck," Tony growled, wrapping one leg around Jethro's body and drawing him closer. When he couldn't take it anymore, he broke free, turned the man around and got a taste of Jethro, running his tongue from the man's belt buckle all the way up his torso and over the visibly pounding pulse point in his neck before capturing his lips in another kiss as he pushed Jethro's shirt over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Jethro tucked his hands behind Tony's knees and lifted the man up so he could carry him the rest of the way into the bedroom where he let him slide down his body to the floor. Tony released Jethro's neck and shoulders long enough to finish removing what remained of his clothes while Jethro did the same then the two stood in a somewhat awkward silence, simply staring at each other. Tony's dick twitched at the sight of Jethro's, knowing it would soon be inside him while Jethro simply licked his lips as his eyes raked over the body of the young man standing completely exposed before him.

Jethro grabbed the items he'd purchased from the drug store out of his pants pocket then reached out and took Tony's hand, leading him over to the bed where he laid him down the climbed on top of him. He let the urgency fade slightly as the kisses continued, knowing he needed to slow them both down. Once he had his body under control again, he let his lips travel down Tony's chest and belly as his fingers found the tight ring of muscle hiding just behind the man's ball sack. He squeezed a little lube on his fingers and began patiently spreading it around before pausing long enough to add more and starting all over again. He waited until Tony's body relaxed then carefully eased a finger inside of him, watching his lover closely to make sure he was doing okay.

Jethro took his time stretching Tony, paying attention to every subtle shudder and almost imperceptible whimper, learning everything he could about the man as the whimpers turned to gasps and curses and the shudders turned to uncontrolled twitches and desperate fingers digging into flesh, silently begging Jethro to keep going when Tony's words failed him.

"Jethro, please," Tony begged when he couldn't take it anymore.

Jethro let his fingers slip from Tony's body and sat up between the man's spread legs. His eyes found Tony's and locked on while he tore a condom wrapper open with his teeth and rolled it over himself. He added more lube to himself and began thrusting between Tony's butt cheeks, letting his erection fill out the rest of the way.

"Jethro, please," Tony begged again.

Jethro sat tall between Tony's leg, wrapped his fist around his cock and lined himself up, smiling when Tony immediately started pushing back against him as if he were trying to force Jethro into him. Jethro pushed the tip of his cock into Tony and paused for a moment as they were both flooded with a whole new barrage of sensations. He pulled out and just barely pushed into him again, basking in the repeated tingles.

"Holy fuck, Jethro," Tony mumbled.

Jethro looked up just in time to see the man's eyes roll back into his head as his body opened up even more. Jethro pulled out one more time and then pushed in further, carefully easing his cock farther and farther into Tony's tight, twitching hole.

Once he was flush against Tony's body, Jethro rolled his hips pushing hard against his lover as he leaned over and the kissing started all over again. Tony kissed back hungrily and the two took turns tasting and exploring each other's mouth. As the kissing continued, Jethro began rocking his hips, slowly lengthening his movements until he was pulling every inch of himself almost all the way out and then pushing it right back in again.

He sat up above Tony, tucked his elbows behind the man's knees and carefully eased Tony into a position that would open him up even more and allow Jethro direct access to that special spot hidden inside him.

"Oh, shit, Jethro," Tony cried. "Fuck that feels so good."

Tony reached for his own cock and began stroking himself as Jethro fucked him from what felt like the inside out. Tony wasn't sure of all the mechanics but if he didn't know any better, he would've sworn Jethro's cock was insidehis cock. He'd never felt anything quite like it.

Jethro pulled out momentarily and began rubbing himself against Tony's hole, once again trying to find some semblance of control but in no time at all Tony was begging him to continue.

"Put it back in, Jethro, please. I wanna feel you."

Jethro decided attempting to hold off was futile and obliged to Tony's request, immediately finding his rhythm again. More curses came out of Tony's mouth as the man pumped his cock roughly and soon a string of expletives was coming out of Jethro's mouth as well as he gave up the battle for control and his desires took over.

Tony followed right behind almost without warning. Jethro forced his eyes open, desperate to watch the tightness of Tony's expression melt away into one of pure bliss. The world around Tony faded to gray and then black as his orgasm grew in intensity before it finally overwhelmed him and he blacked out. The next thing he felt was warm, wet lips moving all over his face, kissing him awake.

"You with me?" Jethro asked.

"Mmm," Tony hummed. "Keep kissing me."

Jethro obliged, running his fingers lightly over Tony's temple and cheekbone as he did.

The smile on Tony's face grew as he stared up at his lover. The evening had taken an unexpected turn in the best way possible and he could only hope they shared many more evenings like that.

"There can't be any special treatment if this is gonna work," Jethro said.

"Well that sure felt special," Tony replied unapologetically.

Jethro reached around and slapped the back of Tony's head. "At work."

A grin spread across Tony's face as he touched the back of his head. "Just keep slapping the back of my head like that," he said. "That's all the special treatment I need."

End of Part I

Author's Note: Part II will be posted as soon as it's ready!