It had been three days.
Tony had insisted Ducky drop him at his apartment.
And Gibbs didn't even pick up the phone to call him.
He was in the basement again, now sanding the top for the end table he was making.
So what if he drank a lot more bourbon than usual ?
So what if he had to force himself not to call Tony? He had to get used to being friends…colleagues…again. Nothing more.
He'd been unbearable to the team in Tony's absence. McGee and Ziva were worried, but cautiously not talking to him about Tony.
He heard a faint noise at the top of the stairs, and looked up.
Then turned his eyes back to his sanding.
Ziva came down the steps, almost silently, her small frame barely making the wood creak.
But for someone so petite, her eyes were shining bright, like a lioness in the dark.
"You get the short straw, Ziva?' he asked as he sanded.
"I…short straw?" she was confused.
He let out a puff of air in mild amusement, "Never mind. What do you need?" Let''s just get this over with. He knew one of them was going to ask him what was going on. Not that he'd come up with an answer.
"I…we…are concerned, Gibbs. About you. And Tony…" she began, coming to stand across from him and lean on the tabletop.
He didn't look up, and continued what he was doing. "No reason to be concerned, Ziva."
"You have not been acting…normal. For some time now. And it seems to be…getting worse."
He didn't respond.
But then he felt the touch of her hand on his arm.
Finally he looked at her, and she said softly, "Do you think less of Tony because he…he was almost…"
His eyes widened, and he stood straight up, "No! God, no. Ziva…no. I don't think that." He was shocked, and even a little angry, but he understood that from the outside, it could seem that way.
"I…" he struggled to say something to her that would make sense, without telling her the truth. He looked around his basement. "Hell."
"We are a family, Gibbs. Is that not true?" she asked.
He nodded mutely, and sighed. Then scratched his face absently, looking at the finger of bourbon sitting in a glass to his right.
"Yes, it's true, Ziva."
"Then…why are you treating Tony this way?"
"What way?" he asked, knowing he sounded like a moron.
She backed up, looking at him, and folded her arms on her chest, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "I see that you do not want to talk about it…whatever it is. But just remember, we are all here."
Gibbs nodded again, and picked up his sanding block, hoping the conversation was over.
As she climbed the steps, he heard her say, "Maybe I will have better luck speaking to Tony."
He gritted his teeth for a moment, and then called, "Leave it alone, Ziva," after her.
Gibbs put his hands to his face, "Great. Now they think I'm a complete bastard."
He could hear Mike Franks in his head again, "Aw, Probie, what the Hell else in new."
Another two days passed.
And after that, they were finally off for two days. Gibbs could get away from the accusing stares. Unhappy looks. And Abby and Ducky both trying to corner him again for a 'discussion'.
He did ask everyone else how Tony was doing, but it seemed the longer he went without calling himself, the harder it was to pick up the phone.
He was in the bathroom, off the living room, taking in his own reflection in the mirror.
"You look like Hell, gunny," he said, taking in the shadows under his eyes, from getting little sleep. He missed Tony…so much more than he thought possible. And the nightmares…of Pink…doing terrible things to him while he screamed…
Gibbs swallowed, and then ran the water to wash his face.
As he dried off, he could hear the distant rumble of thunder outside, and the first raindrops hitting the ground.
He turned on a light in the living room, and sighed to himself, looking at the place on the floor, where only days ago he and Tony had fucked.
No…it was more than just fucking wasn't it.
He sighed more loudly to himself, feeling sad, and frustrated. He needed to get over this. They couldn't risk…he couldn't risk…Tony getting hurt again. Or worse, dead.
But he couldn't deny one very stark fact, that sat above all of his thoughts, and all of his evasive maneuvers.
He loved Tony.
"God…please," he groaned, sitting heavily on his couch. Was it possible there was a drug out there that could erase this feeling, and the memories of hot kisses, and the taste of Tony's skin?
No. It wasn't just fucking.
Thunder rumbled outside. And lightning flashed. He needed to get some air. To breathe in some of the indifference of night, and let the storm soothe him.
He stood, and went to the front door, opening it. As he took slow steps out on the porch, his heart skipped a beat, as he perceived a figure, standing, still and silhouetted in the darkness and rain.
With breath caught in his throat, he stumbled slightly down the steps, out into it.
"Tony?" he called softly, approaching the figure slowly.
Tony's face tilted up, in the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp, and Gibbs could see the big green eyes and long rain drenched eyelashes. Tony's brows were knit together, his expression was…pure anguish.
Gibbs stood right before Tony, who was blinking, and looking at him with so much... longing, still quiet.
Gibbs saw the water, the raindrops, trickling down Tony's face, drifting from his head and down over his cheeks and mouth. That beautiful, perfectly shaped mouth.
He swallowed, unable to stop himself, and raised a hand to Tony's face, "Tony," he murmured.
"You never even called," were the broken words that came from the younger man, almost breathlessly.
"I'm sorry…" Gibbs said softly, wrapping his arms around the wet, trembling body, as Tony tried to pull away.
"No…"he choked, looking at Gibbs in agony, but Gibbs just leaned in, and kissed him softly.
"I'm sorry…" Gibbs murmured, over an over in between the kisses, while Tony quaked in his arms.
Tony let out a little choking sob, finally responding to the kisses, as the deluge picked up, raindrops coming down on them harder.
Tony opened up, letting the hot, demanding tongue into his mouth, feeling it all the way to the tip of his cock. He ached for Gibbs. He needed him. He wasn't sure why he'd come…logic would dictate that after days of no contact, Gibbs wanted nothing to do with him.
The rain was soaking them through, as they started to moan and gasp, clawing at each other's bodies in the storm.
Suddenly Gibbs pulled away, a jolt of self-consciousness had gone through him. "Not out here…let's go inside," and he grabbed Tony's wrist gently, leading him into the house.
Tony was confused and almost high on the endorphins, as Gibbs closed the door behind them, and started to peel off his soaked clothes, and then took Tony's off as well. He laid them all out in front of the fireplace, which he'd lit earlier in preparation for the inclement weather.
He gently pulled Tony over to the couch, and sat, pulling him down on top of him, so that Tony was forced to straddle his legs over Gibbs' lap.
They were both hard.
Gibbs reached to his left, to the bottle of olive oil he had left in the living room the last time Tony was there.
He opened it, pouring a generous amount all over his hands, and rubbing it all over their chests, and cocks, as Tony writhed and moaned, starting to grind a little into Gibbs.
He looked up at Tony's face, moving his hot, slicked hands over Tony's still slightly wet and shivering body.
"You'll warm up now," Gibbs breathed, watching Tony's head fall back, closing his eyes, a little as he pinched and pulled at the small brown nipples.
Gibbs pulled Tony's body to him, nipping at the skin, and chest hair with his teeth.
Tony's erection was pushing into his stomach almost painfully.
"Uhhh…God…"Tony was starting to lose control, slowly thrusting against Gibbs and clawing at his back.
Gibbs licked and nibbled up Tony's collarbone and throat, before the younger man tilted his head back down, looking at Gibbs with fire in his eyes, and kissed him fiercely.
Gibbs tucked an arm around one of Tony's thighs, and then reached under him, finding the tight pucker of flesh, and slid his finger in.
Tony gasped into his mouth, as Gibbs kept one strong and relentlessly crushing arm around Tony's torso, with his hand tangled in Tony's hair, and started to slowly push more digits into his ass with the other hand.
Tony had to break the kiss and breathe, moaning aloud, rutting against Gibbs in a fever.
"What do you need?" Gibbs crooned, in a low, sexy voice. "What do you need, huh?"Gibbs withdrew his fingers as Tony cried out. He grabbed his oily rod, pulling Tony up a little, and lining it up with his ass. "You need this?" Gibbs said hoarse with want, rubbing the head of his cock along Tony's ass crack and balls from underneath.
Tony was shuddering, almost crazed with desire.
He looked at Gibbs with eyes nearly black, "Fuck me, c'mon...Boss, shove that fat dick in me," it came out as a strangely roughened growl.
"If that's what you want," Gibbs said simply, and forcefully pulled Tony down on it as he screamed.
He was gasping, back arched, as Gibbs wrapped both arms around him, holding him up, and Tony groaned, "God! You're killing me!"
"Ride me," Gibbs commanded him, voice dripping with lust and steel, "fuck yourself on my cock."
A deep sigh escaped Tony's lips as he did just that.
He began to move up and down, raising himself up with his hands on Gibbs' shoulders, to the very tip of Gibbs' dick, and then all the way down with force. Each movement caused a desperate moan or half-sob from Tony, as Gibbs watched his eyes start to roll back a little in his head.
"You feel so good…"Tony murmured softly, "Your cock keeps…hitting my trigger…"
Gibbs looked down at Tony's erection, swollen angrily and almost purple, as it rubbed against his stomach and chest, Tony's balls getting crushed between them at every downward movement.
Gibbs suddenly growled like an animal, grabbing Tony's legs to him and suddenly flipping them over.
Tony found himself on his back, body a little lifted up by Gibbs leaning over him, head butted up against the couch as he lifted Tony's lower body up, off the edge of the couch, hands painfully spreading apart his ass cheeks as Gibbs plunged into him.
He shrieked at the depth of it, feeling like he was going to crack in half, or die of pleasure, seeing flashes that may have been the lightning from outside, or Gibbs hitting his prostate from deep inside. He couldn't tell.
He could barely breathe, because his lower body was tilted up at such a severe angle, and had no idea how it was that Gibbs had his legs out, feet firmly on the floor, as he pushed deeper and deeper into Tony's ass.
Gibbs kept his hips against Tony, and stilled, just continuing to press deeper and deeper, gasping for air, his chest rosy under the silver peppered hair. His eyes were closed, in deep concentration, trying to feel every inch of Tony's being through his cock.
Tony started to claw a little at Gibb's back and shoulders above him. "Move…fuck..."he started to lose control of his breath…heading towards hyperventilation…maybe even passing out. His cock ached. Sweat dripped off Gibbs' body onto him, mingling with his own. "Please…Lee.."he sobbed.
Finally with a sigh, Gibbs opened his eyes, staring into Tony's, and began to pull out, and thrust back in with force. The rhythm began hard and slow, as Gibbs looked a him as if he was going to devour every inch, and said, "I'm close…so close, Tony…touch yourself," he breathed. "You're so beautiful."
Tony wrapped his own hand around his cock, with the little room he had, and stroked himself, as Gibbs started to slam into him with complete abandon. His body was still crushed under the man, every thrust pushing him up almost onto his shoulderblades. He couldn't breathe, but he barely cared.
Gibbs was grunting and growling on every push, and Tony was pulling mercilessly on his oily cock, eyes rolling back as he felt the wave hit him. He could only whimper, as his cock became impossibly stiff, his whole body clenching. His mouth formed the word 'fuck' but no sound came out. The orgasm twisted through every part of him, waves of mind-numbing pleasure shimmering out from his cock and balls, and inside where Gibbs was savaging him. Hot streams of white jettisoned out of him, hitting his neck, and chest and face.
He was only semi-aware when Gibbs blurted out, "Motherfucker!...Tony!...God, Tony!" And slammed into him one last time, filling his body with pulsing heat.