Gibbs POV
I worked on the boat for the rest of the day once Tony left, but something was nagging at me. Something I hadn't done or not realised. This went on for ages until I felt my cell ringing against my leg. I picked it up, glancing at the caller id before answering. It was Tony.
"Hey."
"Hey, umm just so you have some warning, Abby knows we lied to her."
"Lied to her?"
"Yep, lied. She would have seen and definitely recognised my car in your driveway when she paid you a visit earlier."
"Ahh," and there was the thing that was nagging at me.
"Ahh Jethro? That all you got? I got to go she's standing outside my apartment looking very angry." And he hung up, the last I heard was hey Abbs in his over-enthusiastic greeting voice. The one that always says to me, yeah I know I've messed so I'm gonna try charm my way out. I have a feeling that Abby may end up finding out before tomorrow's lunch but then again Tony always was good at thinking on his feet. It's what made him so good at undercover work. I know Abby won't stay mad at either of us for lying to her but she'll give as good as she gets at some point just to even out the score. I leave Tony alone for 10 minutes before needing to know how he's dealt with Abby's questions. I phone both his cell and house phone before deciding that Abby's still there and he's probably trying to distract her from what she really wants to talk about. He must being doing well if he's lasted 10 minutes.
Its early evening before I hear my cell ringing, and I answer without looking at the caller i.d first. It's Tony.
"Hey Jethro,"
"Hey, how was Abbs?"
"Well, I managed to get her to wait until tomorrow for anything official but I think she may have guessed."
"May have?"
"Ok she guessed, but she dropped the subject straight after."
"Ok that's good guess this lunch is coming at just the right time then. So what have you done all afternoon then?"
"Well watched a film with Abbs then did laundry and went shopping."
"So good afternoon then? Hey, you sure you don't wanna come over later and stay the night? That way you'll already be here for tomorrows lunch" I ask, but fully expect the answer to be no.
"Umm sure Jethro, you need me to bring anything? Dinner perhaps?"
"Unless you wanna head out tomorrow morning, whatever you were gonna bring for tomorrow. And yeah Tony, dinner would be good."
"Sure thing Jethro, be round soon." Once the lines gone dead I pull it away from my ear and stare at it. Tony just said yes to staying round the night, and tonight I fully intend to have him sleep in my bed, wrapped in my arms. I hadn't expected him to say yes but now that he had I find myself strangely excited about the prospect, like I'm a love sick teenager all over again.
Having changed the sheets I go down to the basement and start working on the boat, knowing that Tony will know to just let himself in and know exactly where to find me, when he arrives with dinner. An hour and a half later I hear a car pull up and the front door open, footsteps crossing the hall and shouting down the basement stairs that dinner has arrived, so I make my way up to find him standing with his back to me getting the Chinese out the pots and dishing it up onto plates. I walk silently up behind him, but he knows im there, and wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his neck as I do so. He turns around, wrapping his arms around my neck and immediately seeks out my lips with his, which I accept eagerly. We stay there for a few moments before Tony pulls back stating the foods going to get cold. He somehow times the statement with his stomach rumbling which makes me laugh. Reaching round him I grab my plate and make my way into the living room, putting my plate on the coffee table and heading back into the kitchen to get a couple of beers, before returning to the living area, sitting down and starting my plate of food.
"Hey Jethro, there's a game on tonight, mind if we watch it?"
"Yeah sure, don't need to ask Tony"
"Thanks Jethro." He leans over to kiss me, passionate but not demanding then continues eating as though it's the most ordinary thing to do. We eat the rest of dinner talking about everything and nothing until Tony remembers the game and jumps up to switch it on. I lean back against the arm of the couch and Tony slips between my legs so we're sitting chest to back watching the game. Even before half time I must fall asleep because I'm woken up by Tony drawing random patterns on my leg. The games about to end so I sit watching Tony, more than the game, until it ends. It's gotten dark and I can see Tony's watch reading 23.00.
"Come to bed." I say it as a suggestion, a question, hoping that he'll say yes and not stay on the couch tonight. He doesn't answer, just stands up, holding out his hand for me to take. I stand, just looking at him, watching him, and trying to figure out what he wants. What's going to happen? Without breaking eye contact he walks backwards to the bottom of the stairs, before walking slowly up them. My breathing is increasing and I've got butterflies in my stomach. Something makes me think that we aren't going upstairs to sleep. We reach the top and the eye contact still isn't broken. The look he's giving me is intense and I know my face must be a mirror of his.
Tony POV
I thought about this for the whole game. I don't even know who won the game. All I could think about was how me and Jethro were pressed up against each other watching the game. How domestic it seemed, there was no ulterior motive, just watching the game. I know I said I wanted to wait, wanted the whole 3 date's thing, but I can't help but think I'm ready for this relationship to progress to the next level. I need it to progress to the next level. I know Jethro's ready for it but this isn't pressuring me to make the decision that's mine to make. We've both slept with men before so that's not the issue. I don't want to screw this up, I want it to last forever not just a few months. By the time Jethro asks if I want to go to bed I've made my decision. I stand without speaking, and hold out my hand for him to take. I maintain eye contact trying to show him what I want, the decision ive made and I think he gets it. As we walk up the stairs, slowly, maintaining eye contact his breathing increases and I know for sure now he knows. We get to the bedroom and his pupils have completely blown, only a small strip of blue is visible. That's what I wanted to see, what I needed to see. Suddenly I'm not so nervous and he senses this. He gives my hand the tiniest of squeezes and I continue into the bedroom, turning us around so his back is to the bed. I pull him towards me until our bodies are almost touching. We stand like this for what seems like an eternity, just looking into each other's eyes before I lean in to brush my lips against his. Then I kiss him. Not like I've kissed anybody else. This is full of love, passion, and it's incredible. I've never experienced anything so intense. I pull away panting, and he nuzzles into my neck, kissing his way to my collar bone, before once again looking into my eyes. Putting my hands on his hips I pull him towards me fully now, chest to chest, hips to hips, so I can feel his hardness pressing against my own. I bring my hands in between us to pull his shirt over his head, then leaning back slightly to admire the firm chest and abs going slightly soft but still well defined. A light dusting of hair along his chest and stomach. He does the same to me, unbuttoning my shirt before sliding it down my arms and letting it drop to the floor. He does this without taking his eyes of mine. Our trousers are removed in much the same fashion, with him raising one eyebrow slightly when he realises I went commando this morning. This time he leans in to kiss me, this more urgent, more demanding than when I kissed him. I walk forwards, walking him backwards to the bed, until his knees hit the bed and he falls backwards onto it. I stand there, and look at him, watch him watching me. he shuffles backwards until he's in the middle of the bed and I crawl up the bed to meet him. I'm sure it's a predatory look in my eyes but I need him, and soon. I kneel between his legs and lean down to kiss him, but soon I'm thrusting shallowly to meet his thrusts upwards. The need for contact has become too great, and he rolls us over so he's on top. He leans across and pulls something from the top draw. I hear a cap pop and then feel some lube hit my stomach where it pools. He dips his fingers into it and I know what's coming. I feel his finger circling my hole and then he pushes in, adding a second and then third, stretching me open. Pulling his fingers out makes me moan gently at the loss. I dip my own fingers into the lube on my stomach and proceed to lube his cock up. I watch his eyes cloud over and then he pulls my hand away and lines himself up. I nod, giving him the ok, letting him know this is what I want. He pushes in and I can't help but breath his name over and over like a mantra. He echo's with my own name and pace gets faster and faster. I know I'm not going to last much longer and by the look on his face neither is he. I take his hand and place it on my own cock, leaving mine with it so we're both stroking my cock. My eyes drift closed and I cum, too quickly, I wanted it too last, but I feel him cuming inside me as well. I open my eyes and he falls down next to me, where I roll over to wrap myself around him.
"Jethro, that was" I can't put words to it
"That was amazing Tone" it was intense so intense and I want to tell him I love him but don't want it to be in the heat of the moment. We lay there and I fall asleep listening to his heartbeat and breathing slowly returning to normal.
Gibbs POV
I wake up slowly the next morning, realising I'm in bed, I can see the clock from where I'm laying spooned behind Tony. Its 10 am. I haven't slept this well this late for a long time. Tony's still asleep and I run through the events from the night before in my head. Watching the game, coming upstairs and then making love to Tony. It was intense. So intense I've never before experienced anything like it. At some point I intend to find out what made Tony change his mind about the whole three dates thing, not that I'm complaining. Last night after we'd made love I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I didn't want him to think it was said in the heat of the moment. I make a resolution to tell him when he wakes up this morning. I wake him with a good morning kiss knowing full well he won't be happy if he doesn't have enough time to get ready for lunch. I kiss the back of his neck and mumble a good morning into his ear. He responds by turning around and kissing me on the lips, just gently but slowly getting more heated, before pulling back and returning the good morning. He lay there, just gently kissing each other for an hour before I tell him it's now 11, to which he hits me playfully then jumps out of bed ranting and raving because I should have woken him up earlier and now he's going to have to rush getting ready.
"Tony it's only 11, no-one's going to get here till 1"
"Nope Abby will be here in an hour because she will want to help getting everything ready, you know what she's like."
"Ok so you got an hour what's the big deal, it's not like you're going to be late."
"What's the big deal? Jesus Jethro." At this point he stuffs his nose in the air and prances off to the bathroom to shower. All of which is for dramatic effect. I get up laughing; grab a pair of boxers and head downstairs to make coffee whilst Tony's in the shower. I hear the water shut off and after a couple gulps of hot coffee I head up to shower as well. I walk through the bedroom and see Tony standing there completely naked trying to decide which of the three shirts he brought with him he should wear at lunch. Walking up behind him and wrapping my arms round his waist I kiss his neck, tell him the dark green one then walk into the bathroom to shower. 10 minutes later I emerge from the bathroom having dried off to find him wearing only the green shirt id chosen and no pants.
"Tony it's nearly 12 you need to hurry up and chose pants, unless of course you want Abby to find out exactly where you stayed before we announce it." I knew this would do the trick and he all but leaped into a pair of dark jeans and leather shoes before adding a couple sprays of aftershave and running some gel through his hair.
"Not even I expected you to get dressed that quick." I laughed to which he playfully smacked me on the butt.
"That wasn't funny Jethro." I laughed again and he walked down to the kitchen presumably to get coffee. I finished getting dressed, just throwing on a pair of jeans that actually fit and a hoddie. I walk downstairs just as Abby knocks on the door, then opens it letting herself in.