Gibbs picked up his phone quickly, seeing the call was from Tony.
"Gibbs," he said, feeling a little tingle start in his gut.
"Boss, we got a lead from one of the girls. Turns out, Walsh was seeing one of the bartenders at the Painted Lady, a girl by the name of Sandra Obispo. McGee is texting you and Ziva the address and we're at the building now. Boss, Walsh's car is here."
"If he leaves the building, nab him. Otherwise wait for us," Gibbs said and hung up. Then he said, "Let's go," to Ziva, who had been watching him when he answered the call.
She smiled as she trotted along side him to the elevator. "We will finally catch him, yes?" They all shared great satisfaction putting murderers behind bars.
"I hope so," Gibbs said with a raised brow, watching the elevator doors close.
McGee had watched Tony's face as Gibbs hung up on him. He frowned slightly, but the phone etiquette, or lack of, was nothing new.
Tony smiled and said, "Gibbs says hi."
"Yeah…I heard," McGee said with a little snort.
They both looked up to the apartment building they were sitting along side of. The location Tony parked the car allowed them to keep an eye on the front entrance, and the dark alleyway between buildings, where Walsh's car was hidden.
"That's probably the one," Tony said, pointing to the window on the third floor corner. "It probably runs front to back.
Tim nodded.
They sat in silence for a little, and both continued to watch the building, squinting a little in the morning light.
"Hey Tony?" McGee said casually, while he kept scanning for any signs of Walsh.
"Yeah Probie?"
"What's going on with you?" McGee asked gently, knowing that Tony's stress and haggard looks were likely due to Wendy's book. Since Gibbs had confiscated it from him, he figured it was probably a bigger deal than Abby had let on. He'd only gotten to the first shower scene. Maybe Gibbs had done him a favor…thinking of Tony having sex…made him a little queasy.
Tony shifted a little in his seat, "Nothing. Why?"
"Oh come on, man," McGee said with a tinge of exasperation. "You come in looking like someone shot your dog, with dark circles under your eyes like you're barely sleeping. Which, by the way, for a Federal Agent is dangerous, to say the least. And…we're worried about you."
Tony finally turned to him for a moment, something like apprehension in his green eyes. "I'yah, just have a lot on my mind, McWorrywort, but…I appreciate you watching my six." Tony gave him a genuine, warm smile, but couldn't hide that sad look in his eyes. Then he resumed watching out for their suspect.
They sat in silence again for a while, waiting for Gibbs and Ziva.
Suddenly, they heard a woman screaming from what seemed to be the third floor window they were watching.
"Let's go, Probie," Tony said, getting quickly out of the car.
"But Gibbs-"
"Should be here any minute and we can't take the chance that this guy is hurting someone. Let's go."
McGee nodded, agreeing with his SFA.
They entered the building quickly, which had no elevator, and ran up the stairs, still hearing faint echoes of a woman's voice, begging.
"Which one again Probie?" Tony said in a hushed voice.
"3C," McGee replied, getting to the third floor behind Tony and pulling his gun.
As they reached the run-down and paint-chipped door, they heard more clearly now.
"Please…I did everything you wanted Rick. Why are you doing this? You're hurting me! Stop it!" she was sobbing by the end and they heard the sound of a slap and more crying.
Tony motioned McGee to get ready to kick in the door, as he raised his Sig to cover from behind.
"Then why has that car been here for a while? You told someone I was here you bitch!" They heard Walsh ground out angrily.
"Shit," Tony breathed. He'd known they were watching him. And was about to kill this woman for it, though she wasn't the one who tipped them off. He nodded at McGee, "Go!"
The noise was ear-splitting as McGee threw his body weight against the door, and it burst open, as he raised his gun yelling "NCIS! Step away from the woman!"
Walsh had her by the neck, and by the color of her tear-streaked face, the olive-skinned beauty was losing oxygen. He was tall, and his otherwise handsome features were twisted into an ugly grimace of hatred.
Walsh took in McGee's entrance and quickly dropped her, running into the doorway near him, as she fell to the floor.
McGee went to her as Tony rounded up after him, chasing Walsh into the other room.
"Stop!" Tony yelled as he saw a leg disappear out the window that sat on the alley side of the building, where the fire escapes were. Obviously, Walsh had his car in the alley not only to hide it, but for a quick get-away if he were discovered.
Tony quickly climbed onto the fire escape, chasing Walsh down the metal rungs.
He hit the ground as Walsh neared his car.
"Freeze!" Tony yelled.
Walsh, in jeans and a plain blue tee shirt, raised his hands and turned towards Tony, smiling. Tony heard McGee call him from the window above.
And then he felt cold metal rest on his neck, just behind his ear. "Don't move," said a deadly serious male voice.
Shit.
Tony scowled, trying to figure out if there were any way to get out of this easily without getting his head blown off.
"Lower the gun, nice and easy." The metal pressed a little harder into his head, sending a small pain through to his jaw. He felt his weapon taken away as soon as his arm was down.
Tony knew with McGee watching and Gibbs somewhere close, he had to trust them to straighten out this sudden turn of events. Where had this guy come from?
As Tony lowered his gun, Walsh unlocked his car, and motioned Tony closer. As Tony slowly walked towards the car, the gun remained where it was against his head.
"Thanks, Len," Walsh said, and then looked up where McGee was positioned on the fire escape, gun pointed at his friend Leonard, ready to take a shot if the gun were removed from it's position against Tony's head. "You wanna keep that where it is."
"Yup. I know Rick, I'm not an idiot. You owe me big for this. You're just lucky I got here in time," the man said, in a low, gravelly voice.
"Well," Rick looked at Tony, "looks like you gotta come with us. But just for now. We'll need to…drop you off somewhere along the ride," Rick snickered coldly.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," Tony said confidently, and with a little smile.
Rick's brows came together and then he laughed. "You don't have much of a choice."
Tony had spotted the hint of Gibbs at the end of the alley around the car. And Gibbs was watching. He knew that Gibbs would have caught his hand motion, holding out three fingers, as he stalled, preparing for his move to escape. The gun was pressed against the right side of his head…he just had to time it right…
"There's always a choice," Tony said smugly, to distact the two men. "I mean, you had a choice, the night you killed Simms."
Three fingers became two.
"That stupid sonofabitch thought he could take me," Rick spat. And as he opened his mouth to say something more-
Two fingers became one, and Tony quickly turned his head left and away from the gun, pushing backwards.
Gibbs took the shot, hearing the other gun go off as well, and praying Tony had gambled correctly. Tony and the man behind him both went down in a heap.
Walsh had jumped and cried out in surprise, and now had his hands up in the air in surrender.
"Ziva!" he called quickly, as he held his gun up still, slowly approaching the crumpled forms of Tony and Walsh's accomplis.
She ran with cuffs, reading rights and securing Walsh, who looked like he'd eaten a cockroach.
"Tony?" Gibbs called, heart pounding in his ears. He wanted to kneel down, and touch the younger man…see if he was hurt…or worse…
No…I can't lose him…I can't…
"Good shot, Boss," Tony grunted, standing up after pushing the other man's arm off him.
Gibbs let out a sigh of relief.
Tony stood, as he looked down at the small-framed and wirey man, in a dark blue track suit, with graying temples and glasses. He had a thick mustache, and his light brown eyes were open, staring vacantly at the sky above. Blood trickled from the kill shot Gibbs had placed, right between his eyes. The gun still rested in his limp right hand.
"I wonder who we have here," Tony asked, a little shakily.
"DiNozzo, you okay?" Gibbs asked, lowering his gun.
Tony stared down a moment longer, at the dead man, and said, "Yeah. Thanks to you Boss. You always have my six," he looked up at Gibbs, gratitude shining in his green eyes.
"Yep. Always," Gibbs smiled, feeling a flood of relief mixed with something else he couldn't put his finger on. When he'd pulled up and caught a glimpse of the dirtbag holding a gun to Tony's head…
He shook his head, swallowing harshly. It was too close this time…
Tony must have been reading him a little, and said, "He made us. Must've called his friend here to help him out. Was pissed at the girl because he thought she narked on him…and we had to go in because he was hurting her…we couldn't have known."
Gibbs nodded once. Then he looked up and around the brick walls for a moment, finally spotting the place where the other gun had deposited its bullet.
Thank God it wasn't in Tony's head.
Gibbs ran his hand over the heavy table he had built in his basement. It was solid, almost 220lbs of oak, ad he built it in the style of a butcher's block. It was a second shop table, that he was determined to build to last forever.
It was beautiful. And now smooth as satin. As he ran his fingers over it, he thought about Tony…what did his skin feel like?
He suddenly scowled, dropping his hand. What the Hell? Tony's skin? He was thinking about Tony again.
Today he'd almost lost him. That thought was…unfathomable.
He had just spent two hours hand sanding, to try to empty out his head, of thoughts that Tony almost got his head blown off…and that he'd like to know how it would feel to get his head blown by Tony. Just a bit of a conflict there.
He snorted at himself in disgust. He wasn't gay. He wasn't bi. He'd never…tried the things Tony did. And he didn't judge other people for whomever they chose to love or have sex with.
But could he be that impartial with himself?
How could he even be entertaining thoughts of a sexual involvement with his SFA? It broke several of his own rules…and…would Tony even entertain the thought of it? Had Tony been with men again after Wendy's ex?
"How about the book?" Gibbs asked himself aloud. He needed to pull his head out of his ass, and think about Tony. Find a way to get him to open up. To talk.
But how was Gibbs going to do that, when verbal skills weren't his forte'?
He thought of the look in Tony's eyes earlier in the day, when he said, "You always have my six." How could Gibbs get him to see…it would really still be that way post the Wendy book apocalypse?
In the middle of his thoughts he heard creaking upstairs, and he knew, with a little skip in his heartbeat it was Tony.
He headed upstairs, thinking maybe they would eat something together, and have a beer.
When he came up the steps and walked out into the living room, he heard Tony rummaging around his fridge.
"Jesus Gibbs," he said, aware the man had come to stand next to him. "you're worse than me right now. There's nothing edible in here. Beer and coffee are not food groups." He closed the fridge door, and stood up, looking at Gibbs.
Gibbs took in the tired look in his eyes, the still too pale color of his face. The slight stubble of facial hair emerging.
But none of it tarnished the beauty he noticed. Thanks to that goddamned book. Here, so close to him, were those big mossy green eyes, and long dark eyelashes. The lean body encased in beat-up old jeans and a dark grey Henley shirt…with a little sprinkle of chest hair peeking out.
His eyes ran all over Tony, and rested a moment too long on his full, perfectly shaped mouth. Gibbs breathed in that smell again…anisette cookie.
Tony's eyes widened and his breathing subtly picked up. This was Gibbs. Standing so close…looking at him…with hungry eyes, and a slight tremor in his hands.
"Boss…" he croaked out, suddenly barely able to speak.
Gibbs was desperately trying to block out the images in his head, of peeling the clothing off Tony, of tasting him…having him…and the scenes Wendy wrote into her book pulled as well at the edges of his mind. He wanted to stop it, desperately, but suddenly, he had Tony shoved up against the fridgerator, hands in his soft, short hair, pulling his head back. He saw the look of shock and confusion pass over his face.
Tony picked up his hands, shaking violently, and placing them against Gibbs shoulders, in gentle defense. He panted, "Boss…what're you…" He swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment, feeling Gibbs press his thigh and erection into Tony's hip. Gibbs had a leg between his, and the man was shuddering with need. "What're you doing?"
It had been years ago, that Tony had fantasized about Gibbs. About the pale blue eyes, and hard body, dominating him, fucking him brutally until he came. That was when they first worked together. But…after a time, he let it fade away, as Gibbs became the only real family he'd ever known. Their friendship meant everything to him. But he never thought he could have this…whatever this was…it was turning him on. And scaring him shitless.
"You…" Gibbs breathed out, staring into his eyes. "I can't stop thinking…about this…with you." The pale eyes were searching Tony's, for something. And you almost got dead today…
Tony just stared at him, trying to breathe, and ignoring the demanding twitch of his cock in his jeans.
Suddenly, Gibbs leaned in, and ran his tongue up Tony's neck, causing the younger man to shiver and gasp. He could feel the trembling in the other man's body, and heard a little moan escape Tony's lips. And that was all the confirmation he had patience for.
All Tony knew next was that a mouth was crushing to his, rough facial stubble mixed with soft, hot wetness, precluded the invasion of a tongue, snaking it's way between his lips. He was so shocked, he could barely react. But his body made the decision for him. His blood was roaring in his ears as he let out a needy whimper...
Tony was frightened, and perplexed, and…this was Gibbs! This was so wrong…but felt so good. The kiss was sending him into a frenzied state quickly, as he opened up more to Gibbs, allowing the older man full purchase into his mouth, moaning again around Gibbs' tongue. Gibbs tasted like coffee and lemon and something else spiced.
He dropped his hands onto Gibbs' body more fully, feeling the straining musculature under his clothing…and his hips convulsed a few times involuntarily, his need to cum building up, blocking out any rational thoughts he was trying to turn over.
Gibbs suddenly pulled his mouth away, looking at Tony again, but this time, it was the gaze of a wolf about to take it's prey by the throat and break it's neck.
Tony shivered again and lowered his eyes in the face of such dominance.
Gibbs stepped back, and then Tony stood a little straighter coming off the fridge, on weak knees and legs that felt like jello. Did that just happen? Gibbs just freaking kissed me!
He was about to try to say something when Gibbs grabbed him and threw him at the kitchen table, effectively knocking some things off it, and bending Tony over it as he scrambled to brace himself with his arms and not fall down on it face first.
His heart was jumping all over the place, and he felt Gibbs' hand come to his shoulder, and hips pressing up against his ass. He was almost sick with fear and excitement, and his jeans were starting to hurt in the crotch, where his cock was straining against them.
"Boss," he whispered," turning his head a little, but he could only groan as the strong hand on his shoulder pulled harder, forcing his body back onto the other man's groin and thighs.
"No. Talking," Gibbs growled, reaching around him from behind, and rubbing his aching member through the fabric.
Jesus…Gibbs….it was Gibbs touching him…rubbing him…making him harder…
He felt the hand glide up under his shirt, and it was like fire on his skin…up his belly, and then the fingers pinched a nipple. "God!" he panted, twisting a little. "Please…"
Gibbs hand then drifted back down, all the while his hips starting to rut a little against Tony's ass.
Another release of adrenaline washed over Tony, as Gibbs undid his fly, and came away for a moment to push Tony's pants down to the floor.
"Fuck," he heard Gibbs mutter, sliding a hand onto his naked ass, since there were no underwear to bother with. The hot fingers ghosted all over the globes of his ass and across his lower back, almost reverently. But then they pulled away as Tony stayed there, feeling the air on his skin and hearing something happen behind him. He was afraid to look…afraid to move…he felt a little bead of liquid hit his knee…and he knew it had leaked from his cockhead…
There was the sound of Gibbs removing his clothing, and for that, Tony did twist a little, to get a glimpse of the silver dappled hair on the hard-looking chest. The firm body was sporting a big, straight cock that Gibbs was rubbing something on…olive oil? God!
He wanted to stop him for a moment, and talk about condoms and proper lube, but once again, as he opened his mouth, Gibbs took his hand, and grabbed the back of Tony's head by his hair, shoved slowly towards the table, growling, "Down."
He felt Gibbs' cockhead bumping into the back of his thighs, and moaned loudly.
Gibbs pressed his hips, skin on skin, against Tony, hand still tightly, almost painfully, gasping Tony's hair.
And then Gibbs' other, oily, slicked and hot hand wrapped itself around Tony's cock, as he gasped and groaned loudly.
"You like that?" Gibbs said in a low voice, as the hand mercilessly stroked and milked at his shaft.
Tony could only pant, as his arms slid against the kitchen table a bit, now slick with sweat.
The hand stopped and pulled and squeezed his balls as he cried out, "God! Boss! Please!" he begged freely, starting to pump into Gibbs' hand when it again encircled his cock.
Gibbs' other hand left Tony's head, and suddenly a finger was pushing its way inside his ass…God…Gibbs….this was Gibbs' finger invading him…he shuddered knowing the large tree log of a cock was coming soon…
That was the last of it…the last of any conflict or worry about what was happening. Gibbs wanted him. And he would give Gibbs anything he wanted. Tony let his body completely rest on top of the table…it was no longer his. It belonged to Gibbs now…
He moaned and jumped as the finger hit the sweet spot inside him. And then it was followed by another…and Gibbs' other hand was still pulling on Tony's cock and balls…
After a while, Tony was writhing, needing to cum, almost blinded by what Gibbs was doing to him.
Then the fingers left his asshole, and he felt Gibbs' hips against his body again. Yes…yes…please…"God…I need to cum…" he choked out.
"So do I," Gibbs growled, shoving his dick into Tony, a little faster than he had planned to.
Tony cried out and arched his back, clawing at the table for purchase.
"Tony…" Gibbs grunted, overwhelmed by how hot and tight the flesh felt, how the sphincter squeezed around him, and how the body underneath him shook.
He pushed all the way in, as Tony screamed, until his balls were crushed up against the firm, muscular ass.
He wanted to grab at Tony's hips and start fucking him right away, but forced himself to be still, as Tony let out a sobbing breath. He had to be sure it was okay.
It was difficult though, because he felt like his blood was on fire and he needed to cum in Tony…make him his…relieve the ache he'd felt in his balls and groin for days…
After a minute or two, of Gibbs holding himself against Tony, and stroking his back soothingly, he saw Tony nod a little, and sat back again behind him.
"Make sure now…you ready… I'm…not gonna' be able to control this…need you…" Gibbs said in between shaky breaths.
Again, Tony nodded.
And Gibbs gave him no mercy after that.
He pulled out, and grabbed Tony's hips, and impaled him, hard, over and over with all of his strength, feeling the sweet friction of the hot tight flesh surrounding and squeezing him. He grunted and growled through it, as Tony yelled out, "God! Ah!...Fuck!" over an over until he became hoarse and began to whimper.
Gibbs felt it…the orgasm start to build up and he reached over, pulling Tony's head back by the hair, roaring out "Now!…ahhh!" he rutted into the younger man in a frenzy, his vision practically graying, while Tony's hitched breathing also reached a crescendo. They both came, Gibbs' hips stuttering as his dick exploded inside Tony, pumping out what he knew was a copious amount of semen. And Tony's cum hit the wood flooring beneath the table as he quietly sobbed in relief.
Gibbs collapsed, covered in sweat, on top of Tony. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to catch his breath.
It was amazing. He never knew…it could be so hot with a man…or maybe just Tony.
Tony.
Oh God. I just had sex with Tony. What the hell did I just do?
Gibbs gently sat up and pulled out, as the pearly white liquid ran down Tony's inner thigh from his ass.
Gibbs looked at him worriedly, and then said hoarsely, "Be right back."
Tony wanted to collapse on the ground. But…he was sweaty, and sticky, and there was a mess on the floor…
And Gibbs fucked me. Oh my God. What did we just do?
He slowly stood up, on unsteady legs. The ache he knew would be in his ass later was still masked by endorphins. He grabbed a scattered pile of napkins off the floor, which had fallen from the table, and cleaned himself up with shaking hands. He pulled up his jeans, and tried to rearrange himself, and ignore the nausea he felt, and fear…afraid of the unknowns...
How long had Gibbs wanted to do that? Did Gibbs have deeper feelings for him than he suspected? Would Gibbs want a relationship?
A relationship. Tony snorted to himself. His ultra-straight Marine boss. In a relationship. With a guy.
It seemed ridiculous.
And yet…Gibbs meant everything to him…was his family…and now his…lover? Was it so far of a stretch that it could mean more? His mind was reeling. But the incredible orgasm was still fogging his brain.
Jesus. He's come without even a hand on his cock. That had never happened with Lance.
He heard Gibbs rustling in the bathroom and the water turn off. He quickly finished cleaning the floor and threw out the napkins.
As he waited nervously for Gibbs to exit the bathroom, he paced from the kitchen to the living room.
And then something caught his eye.
His mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened in horror.
"No…" he moaned, almost stumbling to the end table by the couch. It was Wendy's book.
The room spun a little, and he suddenly felt like vomiting…
"Wasn't…about me, even," he whispered to himself. Gibbs read the fucking book and got hot. That's all.
Gibbs had taken a little time to pull himself together in the bathroom. He knew they would have to talk about this and what it meant. But…maybe they didn't. He hoped Tony didn't feel bad or…wasn't angry…with him.
He had no idea how to approach what they just did... and he never meant for it to happen. Gibbs shook his head. He was humiliated with himself…he lost control, like a horny teenager. And…had sex with a man.
And not just and man. Tony. His best friend. Whom he loved…almost like a son. He sickened himself with that thought, feeling as if he'd betrayed a trust. But…Tony seemed like he enjoyed it…wanted it…
He couldn't even begin to figure out what that meant.
"Time to face the music," he said to himself softly, running a hand through his silvery hair, and walked out of the bathroom.
When he walked into the living room, washcloth in hand, his heart jumped in his chest, as he took in the sight of Tony holding Wendy's book in one hand, and pulling absently at his hair with the other. Tears were drifting down his face, silently, and when he finally noticed Gibbs was standing there, he could barely look at him.
"Tony," Gibbs said, feeling absolute devastation for the sight in front of him.
Tony avoided his eyes, looking at the floor, and just let the book drop to it as well.
Gibbs couldn't tell what was happening, but Tony's chest was rising and falling rapidly, indicating he was unable to take a deep breath.
Gibbs nervously licked his lips. "Tony," he tried again.
Finally, the glassy green eyes drifted up to him, and filled with water, as the tears fell rapidy, one splashing down onto the back cover of the book.
He shook his head, and smiled a little bit, "Should'a known…" he said, trying to keep his voice from cracking. "You wouldn't have wanted me…wouldn't have…"
Gibbs was taken aback by the words, and was at a loss for a moment. "I…it wasn't all because…of the book…" he said, with just a tinge of uncertainty in his voice.
"Oh?" Tony raised his brows. He almost crooned the next words. "Were you gonna…ask me out, Boss? Were you thinkin' of building one of them boats for the two of us?'
Gibbs longed to reach out, and put his arms around the younger man, to comfort him…
"I dunno'," Gibbs said honestly. "I…didn't…have a plan…"
"Of course you didn't," Tony said, and sniffed once, angrily wiping his face of some of the tears. He looked down with pure venom at the book. Without looking at Gibbs again, he asked, "Were you ever gonna' tell me you had this? That you read it?'
Gibbs sighed. This was a disaster. And it was all his fault.
"I wanted to…planned to…talk to you –"
"But you figured, hey, instead of telling him I'm ok with it, how about I fuck his brains out in my kitchen ? That will be great. Well, thank you Boss. That was very helpful." The anger and bitterness, and the pain emanating from him, pierced Gibbs' heart. The words stung badly.
Gibbs couldn't stop himself any longer, and walked to Tony, putting a hand on his arm.
Tony moved so quickly, it caught Gibbs off guard, and he shoved at Gibbs, knocking him to the floor. "Stay. Away. From. Me," he said, strangling on the rage.
He stared down at Gibbs, for another moment, and then walked out the front door without looking back.