Four Days

Chapter 4

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"You two hungry?" Conor asked as Tony and Gibbs came down the stairs. "There's all kinds of food set out in the library."

"Starving." Tony rubbed his stomach.

"Jethro, Bourbon?" Conor asked.

"Yeah." Gibbs definitely needed a drink.

"Beer Tony?"

"Bourbon would be better."

Conor looked surprised. "Wow, drinking with the big boys."

Tony rolled his eyes as he walked past Conor and into the next room, Gibbs following behind him.

"Tony, tell me I'm right?" Anna grinned as the two men walked in.

"About?" Tony asked.

"Jethro was a Marine, right?" Anna glanced over at Jethro.

"Yeah." Tony nodded, grabbing a plate and picking up some of the fruit, meat and cheese laid out before them.

"I knew it." Anna smirked.

"Why didn't you just ask him?" Tony shook his head.

Tony sat down on the couch. Gibbs filled a plate then placed himself on the couch, keeping a comfortable distance between himself and Tony.

"I bet you're a heartbreaker in the uniform." She smiled. "I love a man in uniform."

"I don't know about that." Gibbs chuckled.

"Tony, have you seen him in uniform?" Rachael asked.

"Yeah."

"Tell me please. He's hot right?" She nodded.

The image of Gibbs in uniform raced across Tony's mind and he nodded. "Very."

Gibbs glanced over at Tony, interested in the quick answer.

"I knew it." Anna grinned.

"Drinks." Conor returned, handing Tony and Gibbs their Bourbons.

"Thanks." Echoed from both of them.

Tony tipped back the drink, emptying the glass.

Conor stopped and looked at him. "Guess I should have brought the bottle."

"Thirsty I guess." Tony cleared his throat.

"I guess." Conor shook his head. "I haven't seen you down a drink like that since you told me you liked men."

"Right." Tony sat the glass down and picked at his food.

The conversation shifted and Gibbs leaned over to Tony. "You okay?" Gibbs suddenly regretted the kiss, regretted thinking there was something more where there was only friendship.

"I'm fine." Tony forced a smile as he felt the warmth of the Bourbon hit his stomach. He should just get drunk, blame anything he might do or say on the booze. Tony glanced over at Gibbs, the older man having been pulled into a conversation with Conor and Ian. Why had he even said anything to Gibbs about toning down the act? Because he wanted Gibbs, that was why. Why not let Gibbs play the loving boyfriend? Sometimes an act can be just as much fun as the real thing. That kiss in the water, even for an act, had been amazing, causing his toes to curl. And it wasn't like he would ever get another chance like this with Gibbs, so shouldn't he take advantage of it? But then what happens when the weekend ends and it all goes away? Gibbs sloughs it off and goes back to being his friend while he himself falls apart trying to deal with his true feelings for his boss, his friend, the man he'd wanted for years. Still, wouldn't a few days or a week of heartache be worth another kiss like the one earlier, or being in Gibbs' arms...maybe even more? Part of him wanted to know just how far Gibbs would take the act.

"Tony."

Leaning forward slightly to talk to Anna, Tony let his hand caress down Gibbs' back, his fingers gently brushing back and forth across the fabric of Gibbs' polo shirt. Anna was talking to him about something she wanted to do later, but the whole time Tony was waiting for a reaction from Gibbs. It never came, Gibbs never moved. His fingers brushed against the waistband of Gibbs' slacks. Still, Gibbs never flinched, just accepted the touch as if Tony had done it a thousand times before. As the conversation continued, his hand left Gibbs' back, only to find its way onto Gibbs' knee. His hand moved slowly upward, his fingers brushing the inside of Gibbs' thigh. Frustration set in when Tony still didn't get a reaction.

"I need another drink." Tony forced a smile at Anna as he stood up. He touched Gibbs' shoulder and the older man actually looked back at him. "Want another drink?"

"I'm good." That said, Gibbs went right back to the conversation with Conor and Ian.

Grabbing his glass, he practically stormed out of the room. Slamming the swinging kitchen door, Tony shook his head as he walked in and stalked to the bottles of booze.

Stupid. He told himself filling his glass. That ship already sailed, you opened your mouth, like a dumb ass and told Gibbs to stop. Why would you think he would react to you now? He heard the door swing in and sighed. "Anna I told you I'd be right back, I just-" Tony turned around only to have his arm grabbed and his back slammed against the counter, the force actually rattling the bottles behind him. The intense steel blue eyes glared at him and he felt his body shiver.

"You don't get it both ways." Gibbs' eyes narrowed.

Tony didn't respond, couldn't respond as the blue eyes held him in their powerful grip.

Gibbs shook his head. "You can't touch me like that and expect me not to touch you."

There was an annoyance and anger in Gibbs' voice that made Tony shiver again.

Leaning forward, Tony's eyes fluttered closed expecting to feel Gibbs' lips on his. Instead, he jumped when Gibbs' body touched him slightly and words were whispered against his ear.

"Touch me like that again and you're fair game." There was a pause as Gibbs took a long, slow breath. "Just make sure you can handle your decision."

Letting go of Tony, Gibbs walked away, the kitchen door swinging several times after he left.

Tony suddenly let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, his hands clutching the edge of the counter. "Son of a bitch!"

After collecting himself and downing another Bourbon, Tony walked back into the room. Gibbs was leaning against a shelf of books talking to Anna, Michelle and Ian. Once Anna noticed him, she waved him over.

"Did I miss anything?"

"No." Anna smiled. "But I did tell Jethro we have a surprise for him tonight once it gets dark."

"You do like to do surprises." Tony chuckled, taking a small sip of his drink.

"I also thought maybe you two would like to spend the time between then and now alone." Anna tried to look innocent. "Some quality time."

Tony rolled his eyes. "And did you have something in mind we should do?"

"Well you could go back to the lake-"

"You two seemed to like it there." Ian wiggled his eyebrows.

Again Tony rolled his eyes.

"Tennis, take a walk in the garden, the pool, the hot tub." She paused. "Or the theater room, your favorite."

"I'll think about it."

"Maybe you should spend some time with your family." Gibbs glanced at Tony. "I could read a book in the room."

"You are family." Michelle touched Gibbs' arm. "And we don't want you hiding in your room."

Gibbs smiled. "Thanks, but I know Tony doesn't get to see all of you that often."

"You two could go into town." Ian shrugged. "Or we could all go."

"There's some great shops, bars, clubs." Anna put her hands together against her lips as if she were about to pray. "There's a gay club in town I have always wanted to go to but felt kinda weird going by myself."

"Jethro's not really the club type, especially a gay club."

Michelle grinned. "You're the jealous type right, don't like someone looking at your man?"

Gibbs shrugged.

"Actually I think you're more of the possessive type." Tony explained. "You can appreciate my man but don't touch."

Gibbs' eyes leered down Tony's body and he saw Tony's Adam's apple bob up and down. "You're probably right."

"I know I'm right." Tony knew exactly how possessive Gibbs could be of things and people he cared about.

"I'm sure Tony would love to go though." Gibbs offered.

"You'd let him go without you?" Anna sounded surprised.

Another nod. "He's a big boy, he can make his own decisions" Gibbs' eyes locked on Tony's. "And I trust him to make the right ones."

Taking another sip of the liquid courage, Tony smiled at Gibbs. "And what about you? Like I wouldn't be jealous of all the men wanting you." He chewed at his bottom lips as his eyes skimmed down Gibbs' body. "You know what those steely blue eyes do to men... and women." Taking a step towards Gibbs, Tony crossed the line Gibbs had drawn. He leaned his body against Gibbs, his hand caressing up Gibbs' chest and instantly Gibbs' arm circled his waist. "You know what those eyes do to me."

"I think we should forget the club." Michelle laughed. "You two obviously need the alone time."

"You two take a moment and let us all know what you decide." Ian pushed his wife and Anna away from the two men.

Gibbs' arm jerked Tony's body against him hard. "Are you sure?"

Not trusting his voice, Tony nodded.

"Okay." Gibbs tipped his head. "Then how would you like to spend the time before Anna's surprise?"

Tony wanted to say go to the room and make love, or hot tub and make love, or the lake and make love. But he had no idea exactly how far Gibbs wanted this to go. Hell, he had no idea if this was all still an act or if there was more going on. Then an evil thought rushed through his mind, a way to see just how far Gibbs might be willing to take this. "I think everyone should head to the hot tub, or at least those that want to."

Not exactly what Gibbs expected, but he nodded.

"Hey." Tony said, holding Gibbs' hand and dragging him towards the group. "Let's hit the hot tub."

"I'm in." Ian paused looking back and forth between the two men. "Are you sure you don't wanna be alone in the hot tub?"

"No." Tony shook his head. "We can all relax, talk, and have another drink."

"Sure." Michelle nudged her husband's shoulder. "I'm up for it."

"I'm out." Rachael patted her belly.

"You can come and put your feet in." Tony tried to coax her to come with them.

"Actually, I was thinking of just sitting on the balcony and relaxing, maybe reading." She rubbed her husband's shoulder. "Go."

"You sure?" Conor asked.

"Yes." Rachael gave him a quick kiss. "Go."

Sasha, who had been sitting silently in a chair at the end of the sitting area, finally spoke up. "I'll hang out with Rachael. The rest of you go."

"Come on Sasha, you've been Miss Silent and Solitary too much." Tony was surprised by her standoffishness lately.

"Next time."

"Let's go." Anna was rushing out the door to change.