A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys, but having posted all that I'd written earlier I'm now having to post as I write around uni work, so there's going to be longer gaps between chapters being posted from now on.

Tony POV.

After the shower I feel almost ready to sleep, even knowing it's still really early. I can blame the case for that. I wander through to the living room, not comfortable just yet with going in the bedroom without Jethro. I find the sweats he leaves me and pull them on, leaving the towel hanging over a chair. I hear noise coming from the kitchen and assume its Jethro. It is. Getting himself a glass of water. I'm surprised, but then I guess he can't drink coffee all the time.

"Hey, err where'm I sleeping tonight Bo-Jethro?"

"Well I was thinking in bed like a normal person, but if you want the floor" He smiles and I take the bait.

"You know how much I love the floor, but to be honest tonight I think I'd prefer the bed."

"Ok well it's a bit early for bed, I was going to work on the boat, if you don't mind that is?" I take his hand and lead him through and down to the basement. Placing myself on the step I just look up at him, waiting for him to go work on the boat, but he doesn't. Just stands there.

"Well, you gonna work on your boat or you just gonna stand there?" He wanders over to the workbench then gets started sanding on the boat. I watch him for a while, but the continuous back and forth must have sent me to sleep, because the next thing I hear is Jethro muttering something about going to bed and I say I'm not tired. Apparently he doesn't believe that and takes me to bed anyway, I fall, well collapse really onto the bed, and fall asleep almost immediately.

The whole team is in the bullpen, trying to solve a case. McGee, doing his computer geek stuff, me and Ziva tracking down leads that don't go anywhere, and Gibbs', doing Gibbs stuff.

"DiNozzo, with me." He walks towards the elevator, me following a step behind as usual. Once the elevator gets to our floor we walk in. As soon as the lift starts to move, Gibbs flips the emergency switch.

"Alright Boss?" I don't get a reply, but he takes the few steps to get to me, before just leaning his head on my shoulder. An intimate gesture, one I suspect is merely for the contact, but I'm wrong. My lips are captured in a heated kiss, one I'm too stunned to return. But not for long. His hand travels downwards, stopping to pinch and pull my nipples teasing them to hardness, before continuing its journey down, until I feel him cupping my cock through my pants. I arch into his touch, hoping he gets the hint and gives me more. When his hand enters the waistband of my pants and starts to stroke, I return the favour undoing his belt and slipping my hand inside. It's over too quickly for me, and I'm cumming inside my boxers, over his hand. But he stops my hand, pulling it away. He undoes his pants pulling them down just enough to release his cock, glistening with pre-cum. With a gentle push on my shoulders I get down onto my knees and start to muzzle his cock. He growls, low and impatient. I swallow his cock until it hits the back of my throat and I struggle to stop my gag reflex. He starts thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth, and then he's cumming. I swallow it all then rise to my feet and kiss him. He pulls away too quickly, doing up his pants and flicking the switch to get the elevator moving again.

I wake up with a start, hard and aching. Looking at the clock I see it's only 3 in the morning. Jethro's still asleep wrapped around me like I'm a giant teddy bear. I reach down and squeeze my cock trying to get some much needed friction, but it's not enough. I debate whether to wake him up, or just slip out from under him and go take care of myself in the bathroom. I choose option two but he wakes as I try to move.

"Tones, where you going?" his voice is gravelly from sleep.

"Bathroom, back in a sec" but he seems to know I'm lying. He grabs my cock, just enough pressure and my hips arch up into his hand.

"What's got you all hot and bothered?"

"You." I whisper and feel his answering hardness rub against my leg. Seems he was having a nice dream as well. His hand hasn't moved so far, and his other hand is holding my hips still. He rolls himself on top of me, kissing along my jaw, down my neck.

"So what was I doing to get you in this state?"

"Err well ,it was more what I was doing to you."

"Hmm and what was that?" He continues to kiss and lick his way along my neck.

"well… I, we were at work, and you ordered me to the elevator." I arch up as he thrusts our cocks together, still separated by sweats. "Then you pushed me too my knees." He grunts and thrusts against me again. "I muzzled against your cock, through ur pants until you pushed them down enough." Again a thrust against me. "Then you fucked my mouth Boss, oh God it was good, you came in my mouth, straight down my throat." His thrusts are almost constant now. I push a hand between us and push the fronts of both our sweats down gripping us both in a fist. I need this, need him. I can feel my orgasm fast approaching and Gibbs thrusts are more and more erratic. "and the best bit… I came when you did, without being touched." And then it's over, we cum together coating both our bellies and my fist shouting each other's names. I must have passed out for a few seconds because the next thing I know Gibbs has got a wash cloth from the bathroom and is cleaning me up.

"You know Tony; every time you call me Boss now, every time we're in the elevator alone all I'm gonna think about is what we just did." I smile then pull him towards me, before falling asleep again. When I wake up next morning Jethro's no longer in bed but then that's hardly surprising, given its past eleven. I pull the trousers I was wearing yesterday on, and walk downstairs towards the kitchen in search of coffee. And I find some. I also find Jethro sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the papers. I'm struck by how domestic this is.

"When you're ready, we'll go get your car Tony."

"Sounds great Gibbs, then I need to go get some clothes, that is if I'm"

"Well I was actually thinking we could go back to yours, watch a movie or something then go out tonight, get something to eat."

"Awesome Gibbs. I'll get my shirt then we can go."

Gibbs POV

I watch him run upstairs to get his shirt. All I can think about is what we did this morning. Neither of us have said anything but then, why would we? His body, well he felt right underneath me, writhing, begging for more. I felt complete. I haven't felt this ever, the exception being with Shannon. It feels wrong to compare Tony with Shannon. I know I compared the other three with her, that's why they never worked out. But with Tony, it's like he's a lover in his own right. Like I've finally found someone I can love without having to think, 'what would Shannon say about my moving on?' Wait! Love! Where did that come from? We've only been together for like a month, not even that. Oh God, major panic, now I'm even thinking like Tony.

"Err Gibbs, Jethro, you okay?" I hear Tony trying to attract my attention, I really must have zoned out for him to creep up without me noticing.

"Yeah I'm good, lets go get your car." The drive to NCIS is filled with Tony rabbiting on about nonsense and me pretending I know what he's going on about, even though I'm pretty sure he knows I don't know what he's talking about. I feel his hand cover mine on the gear shift and look over at him, giving him one of my half smiles. It's returned with the full DiNozzo charmer smile. Too soon the atmosphere is broken, when we arrive at the parking garage at headquarters to pick up Tony's car. He kisses me quickly, more of a peck, before jumping out the car and shouting a see you later over his shoulder. I drive off, heading to Tony's apartment, planning on meeting him there. I drive at my usual speed, the one that causes Tony to cling onto the handle. I catch myself smiling in the rear view mirror. When I reach DiNozzo's apartment I see his car already in his space, but not him, must have already gone up. Strange, as I walk up I wonder how he beat me here, he is not in the habit of breaking the speed limit and he most definitely left after me. i knock and wait.

"What time do you call this? I've been waiting for almost 10 minutes."

"Well I obeyed the speed limit."

"Yeah right. You never obey the speed limit, which means you were distracted."

"Or you know a short cut to you're apartment that you haven't bragged about."

"I do not" although the trademark grin on his face gives him away.

"So you gonna let me in or leave me standing on the step like a salesman." He steps aside and I feel his eyes looking me up and down whilst my back is turned. Walking through to the living room I hear his shout for beer and answer with a positive yes. Sitting down in the living room, I'm suddenly struck by how tidy the place is. During the whole night I spent here I didn't once notice how tidy it was. I did however notice the leather couch, the large flat screen TV. A typical bachelor pad. Tony's back with the beer and plops down on the couch next to me.

"Movie Gibbs?"

"Anything you want, the chances are I won't have seen it"

"Umm well in which case how about Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark?"

"Which ones that?"

"The first one Gibbs." He mutters something after this which sounds strangely like obviously but I decide to let it slide.

"Umm yeah sure that'll do." He stands up to get it sorted out then heads in the direction of the head. He heads back in with a bowl of popcorn and a couple more beers, I'm guessing so he won't have to move again once the films started. Although it's only early evening I feel myself starting to relax just a bit too much, and the films only just started. The next thing I know I hear the accompanying music to the credits and feel Tony getting up to take the disk out the machine.

"What time is it?" I ask, trying to sound like I haven't just woken up, but I fail, miserably.

"Just gone 7 Gibbs."

"Wanna go get something to eat?"

"You're sure? We don't have to we can just order something in."

"Yes DiNozzo."

"Cool, in which case there's this nice little Italian restaurant just opened up not far from here, and I've only heard good things about it."

"You're driving, and we gotta stop off at my place first."

"Well I still gotta shower and change, so if you wanna drive back to yours and I'll come pick you up?" When did this going out for a meal become a date, not that I don't want it to be given what's already happened. And do I really wanna be picked up? That makes me sound like to women of this relationship already. But then I did tell him he's driving so maybe this is what I want. It would be nice to be the one picked up for a change. Hmm maybe I'll run with it see how it goes.

"Yeah sure, 8.30, my place." And I walk out leaving him standing in his living room. Maybe that's a bit harsh, but then I'm confident that Tony won't fail to turn up at my place at 8.30.

Tony POV

OK so I'm picking Gibbs up. For a date. How the hell did this happen? I never would have thought that Gibbs would want to be picked up, I'd have thought he'd want to do the picking up. I've got hour and a half to get showered, decide what I'm gonna wear and change into it. Oh and pick Gibbs up of course. I go through to the bedroom and strip off today's clothes throwing them in the washing hamper as I walk through to the en-suite bedroom. I turn on the water and let it reach an acceptable temperature whilst I have a shave, then I step under the hot spray of water and let it ease the nervousness that's beginning to build. Wait nervous? This DiNozzo doesn't get nervous when going on a date. This means one of two things. Either I'm making a really really bad mistake or Jethro really means something to me. Something special, more than just friends and a quick lay. Oh crap, when did this get so serious? Already and I'm still only getting ready for our first date. But despite all this it's what may happen after the date that suddenly springs to the front of my mind. The goodnight kiss on the doorstep that could potentially lead to more. But do I want it to? Do I want Jethro to be the same as all my other conquests? This is ridiculous. I've known Jethro for like 10 years and I'm thinking about acting like we've literally only known each other for a few weeks. Grabbing a towel from the cupboard I dry off and walk back through to the bedroom, opening the closet doors and looking for something to wear. I decide on a baby pink dress shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, hugging all the right places. Once dressed I walk back through to the kitchen and grab a coffee. Looking at the clock I note I've got about 30 minutes to get to Jethro's. Just enough time if I leave right after I've finished the coffee. A few gulps later and I'm grapping my keys and heading out the front door and to my car, running back seconds later to grab my cell. Once again on my way to the car and this time I make it, starting it up and putting the radio on the try and keep some of the nervousness at bay. I arrive with 2 minutes to spare and climb out the car, knocking on Jethro's front door which opens straight away.

"Hey you ready to go?" I ask him, hoping for some reason he hasn't changed his mind. Not that Gibbs ever changes his mind.

"Of course, I set the time remember."

"OK then let's go." I feel the nervousness that I felt earlier already dissipating, and a good feeling setting in. This night is going to go well. Getting back into the car we drive over to the restaurant, with me giving a running commentary on nothing in particular on everything and nothing. Every now and again during this very one sided conversation Gibbs would look at me and smile, almost to tell me he didn't mind me talking about rubbish. Then again that could be pushing it a bit. We arrive and I pull into a small parking lot, switching off the engine and climbing out. We walk towards the restaurant and Jethro grabs my hand, and squeezes, just for a second before letting go of my hand and carrying on to the restaurant. It makes my stomach clench, something I haven't felt for a while. Wow. I must be falling hard for Jethro. We enter the restaurant and are immediately approached by a waiter. We ask for a table for two and he leads us to a secluded table near the back of the restaurant, but next to a window, where we were overlooking a small grassed area. It feels so romantic, like a proper first date. How it should be. The conversation flows easily, with no tension or awkwardness between us. We both order beers for drinks and I have pizza whereas Jethro has a pasta dish. We meal feels as though it's gone too quickly but when we get back to the car I discover that we've been in there for about 3 hours. It's late but at least we've got tomorrow off. I drive us back to Jethro's place, and again the car is filled with comfortable conversation. When we arrive at his place he gets out the car, but I sit there, unsure whether or not to walk him to the front door. Its not exactly a usual date for me.

"Waiting for an invitation Tony?"

"No Jethro, just coming." I jump out the car and follow him up the driveway and into the house.

"Beer, coffee, water?"

"Umm water, thanks." He grabs a couple bottles out the fridge and moves into my personal space, pushing one into my hand. But he doesn't move, just stands there, then he leans forwards and his intentions clear. Our lips meet, and then part. A gentle kiss, nothing to heated but enough to get the butterflies in my stomachs fluttering. And then again, we meet in the middle this time. It's a much more heated kiss, passionate. He nipples on my bottom lip, and then teases my lips open with his tongue. I drop the bottle of water in my hand and my hands reach for and connect with his hips, pulling him closer, so our bodies are pressed flush against each other. I'm already aching for more and judging by the answering hardness pressing against my leg Jethro is too. Our tongues are dancing against each other, but the need for air is too great. We break away from each other, but I continue to press kisses along his neck and jaw. He pulls away completely and grabs my hand pulling me out the kitchen. Now I have to make the decision about what I want. It seems Jethro senses my hesitation, my thoughts and stops pulling me against him again, whispering in my ear.

"Nothing's going to happen tonight Tony. Not if you don't want it too." Then he starts to kiss my neck giving me chance to collect my thoughts. Although this isn't easy when he's licking and kissing. "I want to Jethro, but it feels…"

"Too soon Tony?"

"Yeah. I wanna do the whole three date's thing."

"Bit late for that given this morning no?" and he smirks at me, diffusing the tension instantly.

"Not funny Gibbs. I wanna make this different Jethro, make it really special, unique to us."

"Good Tony, that's what I want to. Just didn't think it's what you would want." Before I can answer Jethro's cell starts ringing. With a sigh he answers it without looking at the caller i.d. I stand there, hands still on his hips and wait for him to finish the call. He doesn't sound to happy with the person on the other end and as soon as I hear 'on my way' I know we've caught a case.

"Thought we weren't on call this weekend"

"Yeah me too but apparently there's no-one else."

"Ring Ziva and McGee, I'll call Abby and Duck" and just like that we're back to the working relationship. He gives me one quick kiss and a look of apology before grapping his keys, gun and badge and heading out the door. I walk to my car whilst he walks to his, and he shouts the address over his shoulder and for me to meet him there. Looks like our previous conversation is going to have to wait.