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"You can just set them inside." Tony said, letting the hotel attendant in to set his bags down. "Thanks." He handed the man a tip and then closed the door as the man left. He grinned at Gibbs. "I know I have to sleep on the couch, but would it be okay if I put my clothes in the bedroom closet?"

"Sure."

Taking his bags into the bedroom, he opened the closet door, hung up his garment bag, and stuffed his other bag inside. "Nice closet." Tony mumbled to himself.

"Figured you'd like that." Gibbs said, leaning against the door frame.

Tony glanced over at the bed, then back to Gibbs. "Nice big bed too. King, better than the double in the other room."

Gibbs nodded.

"You need to talk to Abby." Tony sighed. "She asked about you when we talked."

"She called earlier."

"She only called once?" Tony chuckled. "I'm shocked."

"Me too." Gibbs snickered.

"You better call and leave a message before the plane lands or she'll have NCIS, the FBI and the CIA out looking for you."

"I will." The last thing Gibbs needed was a freaked out Abby searching for him. "Lunch?"

"Definitely." Tony groaned. "My stomach's finally settled down."

"I'll call Abby and we can go." Gibbs turned and disappeared back into the living room.

Tony made his way into the adjoining bathroom. He glanced at himself in the mirror, then ran his hands through his hair. His head was spinning, he couldn't think clearly, couldn't find solid ground, this whole situation had his world turned completely upside down. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd be in this situation. A situation where he was mad with desire, yet petrified by it at the same time. He dropped his head down and took a deep breath. Wanting a man had never entered his mind till Gibbs and even then it was just a fantasy. A fantasy he had now and then, a fantasy he told himself was just a fleeting attraction and curiosity. Who hadn't had a fantasy about their boss? How could you not fantasize about Gibbs... Gibbs was sexy and intelligent and those eyes... eyes that looked at you and saw right through all the bullshit. Just a look from Gibbs could turn him into a quivering pile of jello, even though he'd never let Gibbs know that. There was a lot he didn't let Gibbs know when it came to how he felt about the older man.

Yet here he was. Gibbs had kissed him, they were married, and Gibbs was in love with him. Now they were sharing a hotel room, spending a weekend alone together, and Tony still wasn't sure if it was the best thing that had ever happened to him or the most terrifying. Suddenly he felt the presence in the room. Looking up into the mirror he saw the reflection of the man standing a few steps behind him. He held his breath as Gibbs took the last few steps up to him.

Gibbs placed his hands on the sink next to Tony's, their eyes locked in the mirror. "There's no rush,

we'll go as slow as you want." He paused. "I love you, there's no expiration on that."

There it was. That stare, those blue eyes seeing through all the bullshit and knowing exactly what Tony was thinking.

"Tony, you can't do or say anything wrong as long as you're honest with me." Gibbs' eyes still stared at Tony's in the mirror. He felt the brush of fingers, then Tony's hands on top of his and their fingers entwined.

Taking a slow steady breath, Tony whispered. "I want you to kiss me." He went to release Gibbs' hands and felt the fingers grip his tightly, holding his hands in place. His eyes watched the reflection in the mirror as Gibbs' head dipped down and warm lips feathered down the side of his neck, then back up brushing against his earlobe. As the hot breath whispered across his ear, his eyes involuntarily closed and his head dropped back against Gibbs' shoulder. Their entwined hands were moved, one wrapped around his waist, the other rested against the center of his chest.

The soft kisses turned to gentle nips, causing Tony's skin to cover in goose bumps. "Jethro." Tony moaned squeezing their entwined hands.

His name falling from Tony's lips caused Gibbs to growl as he tried to control the beast inside that desperately wanted Tony. His lips pressed a kiss to Tony's jugular then bit down, feeling the erratic pulse against his teeth and lips. He tugged their bodies closer together, but feeling the body tremble against him, concern set in, unsure if the trembling was out of desire or fear. Tenderly, he kissed back up Tony's neck, then drew back and looked at Tony's reflection in the mirror. The younger man's eyes were closed, his chest rising in slow shallow breaths, face flushed red. The erotic vision was more moving than any fantasy Gibbs had ever had about Tony.

Tony's eyes fluttered open, meeting the stare from the glazed over blue eyes. "Definitely not what I had in mind when I asked you to kiss me."

Gibbs held his breath.

"So much better." Tony sighed.

"Let's get some lunch."

Tony nodded with a smile.

"All the restaurants in Vegas and this is where you choose." Gibbs shook his head.

"The Bellagio Buffet is rated the best in Vegas." Tony said before taking a bite from the overflowing plate in front of him.

"Thought you might want something more-" Gibbs paused not sure how to word this.

Tony grinned. "Leroy Jethro Gibbs, are you trying to wine and dine me?"

Gibbs shrugged. "I just don't think of a buffet as a date kinda restaurant."

"Is that what this is? A date?"

Picking up his fork, Gibbs stabbed a piece of steak from his plate. "Patients and understand, is what you wanted. We need to see what happens, to me that involves dating."

"So are you trying to woo me?" Tony smirked, popping a piece of sushi in his mouth.

"Woo you?" Gibbs snickered. "I'm not that old."

Tony chuckled. "Right." He smiled. "So do I get to learn about the enigma that is Jethro Gibbs?"

"I'm not an enigma." Rolling his eyes, Gibbs sighed. "I work, I go home, build or carve something with wood, sleep and start all over again."

"There's more to you than that."

"You know me better than most." That was the truth. Tony was one of the select few Gibbs had let in, at least to a small extent.

"Okay." Tony thought of what he really knew about Gibbs. "You feed that cat that always shows up at your back door, you love junk food even though you are always carrying around fruit at work. Bourbon and coffee, obviously."

"Obviously." Gibbs smirked.

"You love to read, you drink tea some nights even though you don't like people to know, oh and there's the honey dust." Tony couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey!" Gibbs snapped playfully. "You're the one that sent it. I just happen to like it."

"Didn't know about the men though."

"Only a couple people do."

Fornell had to be one of them, maybe Ducky. Tony took a sip of his water. "So what, you're bi or do you actually prefer men and just stay in the closet?"

Leaning back in his chair, Gibbs sighed. He knew this conversation was coming. "Prefer men. Never had a relationship where we reached the point of sharing."

"But you've had relationships with men?"

Gibbs nodded.

Tony suddenly laughed and pointed at Gibbs. "Three or four years ago, I showed up at your house, you were in the basement with a guy." He knew something was hinky that night. "You said he was an old Marine buddy."

"He was."

"But he was more than that." Tony shook his head. "Did I interrupt?"

"Sorta."

"I thought something was hinky, but that didn't cross my mind." Tony paused, remembering the man that had been there. "He was young, gorgeous, built like a brick wall."

"He's not that young." Gibbs scoffed.

"Oh come on, he had to be mid twenties!"

"Thirty."

"How long did you date?" Tony asked.

"We saw each other a couple years."

Glancing at his plate, Tony then looked up at Gibbs again. "Did you love him?"

"No."

"Is that why it ended?"

Gibbs shrugged. "Maybe, I'm not sure."

"He ended it?"

"Yeah." Gibbs nodded.

"He didn't offer an explanation and you're not the type to ask?"

Another nod.

"Anyone since him?" God, why was he even asking these questions?

"No." Gibbs amended his statement. "There have been women, no men."

"Why no men?"

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "I think you know why."

"Wow. Can't be with another man because you're in love with me." Tony grinned. "Pretty big ego boost."

"Like you need an ego boost." Gibbs balked.

"When it comes to you I do." There was an uneasiness in Tony's voice.

"Even after what I told you earlier, you're still scared?" This fear still had Gibbs confused and concerned. He could understand being scared about the sex part, especially if since Tony hadn't had any experience, but this part, them just spending time together. This was what Tony had wanted, so where was the fear coming from? He had made it clear, he wasn't going to push.

Tony picked up his glass and took a long drink, coating his dry mouth before he spoke. "What if I can't do this?"

"You seemed fine in the bathroom earlier."

"I was." Tony stared at his glass. "But that was all you. You taking charge, you turning me on."

"Which turns me on."

"And I'm glad." Tony leaned in towards Gibbs, his hand on the table, keeping his voice low. "But do you always want to have to take the lead?"

Gibbs' eyebrows went up.

Tony shook his head and chuckled. "Let me rephrase that. I don't want you to always have to take the lead."

"Believe me I know you won't let that happen." Gibbs' finger tips touched Tony's on the table. "Although you're comfortable with me taking the lead right now, that won't last." His fingers brushed over Tony's hand. "I know you. It won't take you long to realize experience doesn't have anything to do with making me want you or your ability to take the lead." He pulled his hand away and smile. "Now eat."

"Fine." Tony took a bite and swallowed. "But since this is a date, I get to decide what we do next."

"Great." Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Naked show girls."

Tony smirked. "Oh, naked show girls are not high on my list right now."

"Chippendales has a show here." Gibbs chuckled.

"Oh no." Tony shook his head. "Knowing your preferences now and having seen that young guy in your basement, I'd be afraid you'd run off with one of the dancers."

Gibbs grinned. "Only if you were one of them."

"Really?" Tony raised an eyebrow. "You do have it bad."

Tony shifted in his seat trying to stay focused on the comedian on stage, but the truth was that paying attention to the performer was the last thing on his mind. All he could think about was that kiss in the bathroom and their conversation at dinner. He had hoped this would be a distraction, but instead he was fidgeting in his chair and constantly glancing at Gibbs, who was just staring at the stage. He scanned the four walls around the packed crowd, his attention suddenly drawn to a door toward the back of the room. Now or never, he had to do something before he went completely crazy. He grabbed Gibbs' hand and the older man turned to him.

"Come with me." Tony smiled, pulling Gibbs from the seat and practically dragging him toward the door marked 'Exit Stairs'.

As they stepped into the stairwell, Gibbs chuckled. "If you wanted to leave, you just had to say so."

Without a word Tony shoved Gibbs against the wall, both hands on the older man's chest. As green eyes locked on steely blue, he felt Gibbs' chest start to rise and fall in quick shallow breaths. He pressed his lips to Gibbs', it was brief, giving Gibbs no time to respond. Then another, and another till Gibbs was trying desperately to hold on to each kiss.

Gibbs wanted to speak, say something, but his rational mind was quickly slipping away.

"I needed to kiss you." Tony tugged the shirt from Gibbs' pants. "Touch you." His lips crushed down on Gibbs', greedily feasting from the soft lips. He felt the hands latch on to his hips and he let his hands slip under Gibbs' shirt and caress across the taut stomach.

Moaning into the kiss, Gibbs body shuddered at the touch. "Tony."

"Something wrong?" Tony asked as his hands crawled up Gibbs' chest.

"This is the Bellagio, a casino, with cameras everywhere."

Tony scanned the stairwell. "I don't see any."

"Doesn't mean they're not there."

Finding Gibbs' right nipple, Tony gently pinched it between two fingers and felt it harden under his touch.

"Tony." Gibbs groaned, his head dropping back against the wall.

"Like that?"

"Yes." Gibbs' grip on Tony's hips tightened.

"So warm." Tony sighed as his hands crawled back down Gibbs' chest. "You feel so good."

Gibbs' conscience nagged at him, telling him to stop this, but he couldn't.

Tony's lips descended to Gibbs' throat, licking his way up to Gibbs' chin. "Tastes so good." Another whisper of a kiss to Gibbs' lips.

Wanting more, Gibbs tried to capture Tony's lips, only to have Tony pull his head away and remove his hands from Gibbs' body.

Shaking his head, Tony jerked Gibbs' hands from his hips and slid them down the wall to the sides of Gibbs' body. "Leave them there." Slowly, Tony let Gibbs' hands go, and when they stayed in place, he returned his hands under Gibbs' shirt. This time scratching up Gibbs' ribcage.

Gibbs moaned, his body again reacting to the touch.

Pressing his lips to Gibbs' ear, Tony whispered. "Still worried about those cameras?"

"Depends."

Pulling back, Tony stared at Gibbs. "On what?"

Gibbs' eyes narrowed. "On just how far you plan to take this."

Tony's eyes leered down Gibbs' body, stopping at the bulge in Gibbs' pants before traveling back up. "I'm not gonna drop to my knees and suck your hard cock if that's what you're thinking."

The words alone made Gibbs' cock twitch.

Gently, Tony let his body make contact with Gibbs', his own hard cock brushing against Gibbs'.

"And your cock is so very hard."

Gibbs' hands balled into fists as he forced himself not to grab Tony.

Rubbing his cock into Gibbs', Tony heard the guttural growl. He purred against Gibbs' ear. "You really aren't gonna push are you?"

"No." Gibbs hissed through gritted teeth.

"You have amazing control."

"When I have to."

Taking Gibbs' arms from the wall, Tony put them around his waist, placing Gibbs' hands on his ass and felt them squeeze his ass cheeks. Then he seized Gibbs' lips again, crushing their bodies together against the wall. It was amazing, the fire between them that he had created, the feel of Gibbs' hands on his ass forcing their hard cocks together. His tongue slipped across Gibbs' lips, tasting the always present coffee. Gibbs broke the kiss, panting for breath.

"Stop." Gibbs begged as he tried to catch his breath. "Please."

"Losing that control?" Tony smirked, surprised Gibbs hadn't already thrown him against the wall and taken control. The smirk fell away as he felt the hand clutch at the back of his head and the arm close like a vice around his waist.

"Not in the way you think." Gibbs scoffed, praying his grip on Tony would keep the younger man still.

It took a moment for the meaning to register, but when it did, Tony swallowed hard. "That's all it takes, to make you wanna come?"

"I told you." Gibbs took a deep breath. "You turn me on. Jesus Tony, I've wanted you so long that anything you do is gonna make me wanna come."

"Then let me go." Tony whispered. "Let me finish what I started."

Slowly, Gibbs shook his head. "This is not the time or place."

Tony stared at Gibbs as if he was going to protest, but then nodded.

"So are you over your fear, now that you realize you can take the lead and make my cock hard?"

Tony's gaze fell to Gibbs' chest. "Actually, I'm more scared now."

Putting a finger under Tony's chin, Gibbs brought the green eyes back to his. "Why?"

"Because now I know the power I have over you." Tony's hand caressed Gibbs' check. "That's scary, in a whole different way."

"Yeah." Gibbs knew the power Tony had over him, long before this started. He completely let go of Tony and ran his hands down his face.

"Does that scare you, me knowing that?" He stared into the lust filled blue eyes.

Gibbs didn't respond.

"It does scare you?"

"Scared isn't the right word." Gibbs sighed.

"What is the right word?

Gibbs thought about not answering again, but he knew Tony wouldn't let it go. "Worry, concern, apprehension."

Tony laced their hands together. "Why?"

"Because I could get hurt." Gibbs swallowed hard. "And I don't like being in that position."

"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." Tony paused. "At least not on purpose."

"I know." Gibbs sighed.

"You think I'm gonna walk away." Tony took a step back. "You think I'm going to decide this isn't what I want."

"It's a possibility."

"There are hundreds, probably thousands of possibilities." Tony folded his arms across his chest "Why are you focused on a negative one?"

"Because I'm a realist."

"No, you're being a pessimist." Tony shook his head. "And that's not like you."

Gibbs shrugged. "Maybe I've learned over the years."

"I take a step forward, you take a step back? Is that how it's gonna be?"

"You asked, I'm being honest." Tony might be scared, but Gibbs had his own issues.

"So why even do it?" The annoyance was evident in Tony's voice. "Why waste your time with me?"

Gibbs wanted to respond, but he didn't.

"Fine." Opening the door, Tony went to step out and a hand on his arm jerked him back. The door closed and he was slammed up against it.

The blue eyes glared at Tony. "I'm not wasting my time with you."

"You said there was no expiration date on your love, but you're putting one on this relationship." Tony glared back. "That doesn't make sense."

Gibbs clenched his jaw.

"We've barely started and you're thinking of the end."

"I'm not used to being in this position." Gibbs growled. "Being the one already so invested emotionally, wanting someone, needing someone so much and I-" He stopped.

"The first time I realized I was attracted to you, felt something for you was on the Enterprise." Tony remembered it all too well. "The case we worked with Burley." He paused. "I had no clue what I was feeling, not until we were leaving and Burley talked to me."

Gibbs' brow furrowed.

"He told me you called him Steve or something, for like two years, never looked at him. He told me that because he knew" Tony took a deep breath. "I was jealous... jealous of how close you two were, that he was there before me, of everything."

"There was nothing between-"

"I know that." Tony chuckled. "I never thought there was anything between you, he was just circling my territory and I didn't like it."

Gibbs' grip on Tony's arm loosened.

"When I got home that night-" Tony took a deep breath as he admitted something else he never thought he would. "It was the first night I masturbated thinking about you."

Gibbs' voice was a whisper. "What did you think about?"

Tony could feel the heat radiating from Gibbs' body. He reached out, playing with a button in the middle of Gibbs' shirt. "You had me against a wall in this little nook of the ship." He licked his lips. "You had opened my pants and pulled out my cock." He moaned softly. "You were jacking me off, whispering in my ear how you couldn't wait to get me home and fuck me."

Dropping his forehead against Tony's, Gibbs closed his eyes seeing the vision clearly.

"Burley stumbled upon us and you didn't stop." Tony smiled. "You just kept stroking me as you looked over at him... it was like you were telling him, he was nothing and I was what you had been waiting for."

"You were exactly what I had been waiting for." Opening his eyes, Gibbs stared at Tony. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because don't you dare tell me I'm not invested emotionally in this." Tony snapped grabbing Gibbs' face with both hands. "I may not be at the same point you are, but I'm invested. Got it?"

Gibbs nodded.

"Now that that is settled, your date would like a drink and I'm thinking there is a slot machine with my name on it."

"Hey Henry, look at this." The security guard pointed towards one of the top screens in front of them.

"What is it now Paul?" Henry sighed.

"Love birds in stairwell three." Paul laughed. "Just your kind."

"Nice." Henry stared at the screen. "Ten bucks says he's on his knees in two minutes."

"I'll take that bet." Paul shook his head. "No way, the older guy knows there're cameras."

"After that kiss he doesn't care." Henry started to laugh. "Damn, it's moments like these I wish we had sound."

"You might as well give me my ten bucks." Paul smirked. "Only got a couple seconds."

Henry pulled out his wallet and picked out a ten then slammed it into the awaiting palm. "I thought for sure."

"You always think someone's going down on someone."

"You've been at this for almost two hours and nothing." Gibbs was sitting at a slot machine next to Tony.

"You've only played like ten bucks, bored already?"

"I was bored an hour and a half ago." Gibbs balked.

Tony leaned over. "I only have five bucks left, I'll finish this and we can go." He winked then pressed the button and the flaming sevens started to spin. A few seconds later, they stopped and blazing flames flashed on the screen and a blue light blinked above the machine.

"I won!" Tony screamed, jumping off the seat. "A thousand dollars."

"What?" Gibbs stood up.

"I won." Tony threw his arms around Gibbs, then kissed him hard on the lips. "God, sorry." He was about to step back when Gibbs' arms enveloped him.

"Don't ever be sorry for kissing me."

"See?" Tony smiled putting his arms around Gibbs' neck. "You're my good luck charm."

"If you say so." Gibbs snickered

"Means I have to keep you."

"And keep me close." Gibbs smirked, tugging Tony closer.

"Very close." Tony grinned.

"And since I'm such good luck, you're buying dinner."

"I can handle that." Tony reached over and hit the cash out button and grabbed the slip of paper that slid out. He held it up. "Let's go cash this in."