I know it's been awhile since I've posted but real life is very rude and constantly interferes with all the writing I wish I was doing. However, I have finally had a chance to write a new chapter and I hope you all like it. Thanks.

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Jethro opened his eyes in confusion. He was in a bed, not usually the place he woke up. Also, he felt good, really good. He was warm and cozy, wait someone was in bed with him. Last night came back to him in a rush of memories and feelings. He was in bed with Anthony DiNozzo. And he was starting to panic. He eased out of the bed so as not to wake the other man and made his way down to his basement. He needed liquor.

"Damn it Jethro, what the hell were you thinking kissing your senior agent? Have you completely lost your mind?" Jethro scolded himself. Goddamn but it felt good. Kissing Tony was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He felt, tasted and smelled unlike a woman, but still wonderful. All he wanted to do was go back upstairs and start all over again. His body responded to the younger man in an explosive way. Every touch, every kiss felt like it was stimulating every nerve ending he had,. And the way he'd sucked his cock...Jethro could feel himself getting hard again. "Stop that!" he told his cock, which was not listening to him.

"Ok, this isn't helping. Enough thinking about last night. Now you have to think about today. What are you going to do next Jethro?" He started pacing back and forth, a bottle of bourbon in one hand and a mason jar in the other.

"You have feelings for Tony, and he obviously has feelings for you. Now what? Do we become boyfriends and date? I'm too old to call anyone my boyfriend. That is not my style." He refilled the empty mason jar and kept pacing.

"I can't just enter into a gay relationship. I'm a Marine, I'm an NCIS agent. It could end my career, even though with DADT over, that really shouldn't be a problem. But what about the team, they're gonna freak out, won't they? Well, Abby will probably just be super happy for us, Ducky too. Ziva will, well I don't know what Ziva will say, but she won't be angry. And McGee will just have something new to make fun of DiNozzo with. But Leon will want to break up the team! That I know for sure...at least I think he will." Another refill from the rapidly emptying bottle of bourbon.

"And what if I do want to see where this could go, what will we do? I mean, Tony sucked my cock! Should I do that back? Can I do that back? I mean, it would be weird wouldn't it? Even though he tastes so good, and his body feels so good, and he smells so good...Will he want me to to to...hey, stop that! You can't get hard just thinking about that! What if he wants to do that to me? And what if it hurts? You won't be so hard then will you?" Jethro suddenly realized that he was slumped against his boat yelling at his cock. How much did he drink? His bottle was empty and so was his mason jar. Shit, he drank a lot.

Tony was nervous as he walked down to the basement. When he'd woken up alone, he knew Gibbs had freaked out. How could he not? Tony had moved too quickly for him and had scared him away. Would he throw him out of the house? Tony really hoped not, even though he meant it when he told him that he wasn't going to just run away. He was ready to fight for what he wanted. And he wanted Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

However, he was not prepared for the version of the man that he found slumped on the floor of his basement, clinging to the side of his boat. This man was completely wasted. And talking to his pants.

"Gibbs, are you ok?"

"Tony, is that you? See he's here, and you're happy to see him aren't you? But you're just selfish!"

"Gibbs, Jethro, who are you talking to?" Tony was trying not to smile since Gibbs was obviously drunk. He was slurring his words and still talking to his pants.

"I'm talking to him, he keeps forgetting that it's not just hunky-dory and we need to talk about stuff. He just wants me to kiss you and smell you and do other stuff that I'm still a little nervous about but what does he know, he's just a cock!"

Tony couldn't help it. He had to laugh. Gibbs gave him a dirty look but he couldn't stop laughing. At least he knew Gibbs still wanted him. At least if his argument with his cock was any indication.

"Jethro, I understand that we need to talk, but I'd rather not try to do that while you're drunk."

"I'M NOT DRUNK!" Gibbs pulled himself up to prove his point and promptly started to fall over. Tony reached out and grabbed him. Gibbs wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled into his neck.

"Damn you smell good Tony. Why do you smell like that? You make me want to lick you." Tony jumped as he did just that. Then Gibbs pulled back very quickly.

"I don't know if I can let you do that to me Tony. I think it would hurt and I'm not so sure I would like it." His words were still very slurred but Tony understood what he was saying, and wanted to laugh again, but held it in for now.

"Umm, Jethro, we won't do anything you're not ready for. But for now, the only thing we should do is get you back to bed."

"Why? You wanna fool around?" The surprise and lust warring for dominance on Gibbs' face beat out Tony's determination not to laugh and he almost dropped Gibbs in his amusement.

"No Jethro, you need to sleep. We'll talk about everything else when you wake up." Tony steered Gibbs back upstairs.

"But I'm not tired."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

Tony eased Gibbs into the bed and covered him. "I think you are."

Gibbs snuggled into the pillow. "You're wrong," he said while yawning.

Tony snickered as he watched the man he knew he was madly in love with fall asleep.

"Ok, Jethro, I'm wrong."