Gibbs kept his phone by his side all day but it remained silent. After looking at it for what seemed to be the 57th time, he placed it on his work bench and delved into staining the benches had built for the boat. The fumes and the bourbon made him feel a little better than good and he cursed the silent phone.

He didn't know why he wanted the alert to chime, but he couldn't deny the feeling of loss when it didn't. There was a connection between him and the anonymous texter. He felt it instantly. It had to have been Tony – his gut was rarely wrong and he would have bet his life that it was him on the other end though he never had any reason to believe the man wanted him in that way.

He was wrapping up his project for the night and had just put his tools away when his phone chimed.

"Hey Jethro. Miss me?"

'Well, he's a cocky SOB like DiNozzo' Jethro thought before texting back, "Was there something I should have missed?"

"Ouch! Too soon? Yeah, I guess it was….Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yep."

"Me too. Wanna know why?"

"Not really."

"LOL, Figured you'd play hard to get. But you're not, you know. Not if someone knows you like I do."

"How do you know me again?"

"I might not."

"Then how do you know my name?"

"Jethro. Information can be gathered from many sources. Do I have to remind you that it was YOU who gave me this number? Why did you want me to have it?"

Gibbs couldn't respond. He didn't even know why he had given out his private number other than sheer curiosity.

"No answer. I expected as much. A "gut feeling" isn't good enough in this context. I understand."

Gibbs stared at the phone. He really didn't have a clear reason to give his private cell number only that his gut told him to do so. He typed, "So let's just stop this now before it becomes more than it should."

"As you wish."

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Several minutes later, he responded. "Why?" Alcohol induced loneliness and curiosity had gotten the better of him.

"I'm not gonna push you. What happens from now on is of your doing, just so you know. I'm happily going along for the ride."

"A disclaimer – I get it. So assuming we don't need it…"

"I got off so hard thinking of you. Of what I wanted to do with you."

"And what was that?"

"I imagined straddling your chest, my knees to your armpits, forcing your arms above your head and holding them together by your wrists with one hand while I stroked my cock with the other. I led it to your mouth and watched as you opened up for me while I fed it to you, inch by inch."

Gibbs' mouth opened involuntarily and he licked his lips anticipating the next words.

You took me in as far as you could and I waited until your throat opened up for more and pushed in further. I started fucking your mouth, watching my cock go in and out, feeling your teeth graze along my shaft and then I stopped while you teased the head of my dick with your tongue, pushing it into my slit, making me buck and force my way down your throat.

Gibb laid he phone down on his stomach and imagined just that, the wet heat from DiNozzo's mouth, the pressure of his tongue on his slit. He was so ready to come, just a few more words, fantasies from his correspondent…

You swallowed convulsively around my dick and just as I was ready to come, I pulled out held myself as I came in your open mouth and over your face. I watched you as my dick was softening in my hand; you mouthing it, licking it clean while I held it to your face, shuddering and convulsing, pumping out nothing, completely spent. I collapsed over you, my mouth on yours, my tongue wrestling with yours tasting myself in you and then licking your face, cleaning my come from you, wiping my finger across your brow gathering it from where it splattered and pushing it into your lips, wiping it clean against your teeth."

"You are one nasty son of a bitch."

"But you are hard now aren't you? Are you touching yourself, Jethro? Imagining Tony's cock in your mouth? Is he as sweet as you thought? His cock smooth and hard as you swallow him, milking his dick for his come?"

Jethro shivered, "What makes you think I like men?"

"Well, you called me Tony and when I asked who he was to you, you never responded so I took that as Tony was a he, and not a she. Was I wrong?"

Several minutes of silence passed.

"I wasn't, was I? So tell me about Tony."

"If you so much as touch one hair on him I will personally string you up by your balls and let the vermin discard of your body."

"Whoa, now! Calm down, Cowboy! I just asked a question. Never said I was going to do anything to him. You are awfully protective of this guy."

"He's mine."

"He's lucky to have you. Does he know he's yours?"

A few more minutes of silence went by.

"He doesn't know how you feel, does he?"

"Nope."

"Ever gonna tell him?"

"Not if I can help it."

"But what if he wants what you want? What if he is longing for you to be the one to start the process?"

"I'd know."

"Would you, really?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"You think, but you don't know for certain."

"No."

"Okay then."

Ten minutes passed with no communication.

Gibbs phone lit up, "He loves you, you know."

"How would you know this? Just who the hell are you?"