A/N: Yeah seriously I wasn't sure I'd continue this one, but...for loca and all my dedicated readers. Here be some..um... Well hell. Guess I need to up the rating.

New Year, Old Confession

New Year's Eve had the MCRT on a stake out for most of the afternoon. McGee was overjoyed that they were able to leave in time to get to Millisa's party. She'd even invited Tony, who accepted at the last minute since there wasn't much else to do. But there'd been one condition...

"Only if you and Timmy don't spend the night sucking each others faces," Tony demanded over the phone.

"Shut it, princess," she replied. "We were drunk as skunks that night and you know it."

"I thought you were gonna start calling me by my actual name."

"Sorry. Habit. So are you coming?"

"As long as we don't get stuck on a case. In which case, you'll know from Tim."

"You bringin' the boy-toy?"

"The who?"

"Your man," she stated matter-of-factly.

"I don't have a man!" he replied incredulously.

"You still haven't hit that?"

"I'm hanging up now."

It's not so much that he wanted to go to the party, but that he wanted to have something to do that night. It was New Year's Eve and he'd be just as happy going to bed before the ball dropped. But if he did that, then he'd feel old and have nothing to talk about at work the next day unless he made something up, and he'd honestly had enough of making things up in order to seem more exciting than he actually was.

God that seemed pathetic.

"Hey, Tony," Millisa had snuck up behind him where he was sitting at the bar she had set up in the basement. "What're you doing all by yourself? There's plenty of people to mingle with."

"Guess I'm not feeling much like mingling," he halfheartedly smirked. But it sounded more like, 'G's 'mnot fling mushlike milling.'

"I think you've probably had enough," she raised a concerned yet amused brow.

"Aw c'mon. It's not even midnight."

"And you're clearly not having any fun," she retorted. "And it's almost midnight, which is why I came over here, because I'm gonna have to break the rule in about three minutes."

"Rule?"

"The one about sucking Princess's face," she reminded him.

"Oh right. Yeah... Guess you need someone to kiss for New Year's."

"Uh huh. You're not gonna freak out, are you? I feel like you probably won't even care at this point."

"Nah. I'm good. Just..."

"Just what?"

"Nothing," he turned back to his empty glass.

"Yeah, sure," she shook her head, knowing exactly what he'd been about to say. "Here," she set a bottle of water down in front of him. "Drink that all before midnight and make a wish, and it'll come true."

Tony tilted his head and looked at her with a raised brow. "What kinda weird Buddha-logic is that?" he laughed at his own question.

"Just trust me. I'm Irish," she winked and made her way back across the room to McGee. Tony watched her go and accepted the explanation with complete confidence.

He started in on the bottle of water, careful not to chug it in a way that'd make it come right back up, but quick enough to be done before the countdown started on the big screen TV behind him. He set the empty bottle down on the bar and looked at it. "You know what I wish," he told the object as though it were a genie.

"Happy New Year!" a chorus of cheery, drunken voices sounded behind him, followed by noisemakers and confetti and music. He smiled without looking back at them, only catching a small bit of it in the mirror in front of him behind the liquor-lined wall, and seeing Tim's pink, inebriated face light up right before Millisa attacked him with her first kiss of the year. Tony saw them both fall over after she jumped up like a cat and wrapped herself around the younger agent, and he whipped around to make sure they were alright. They were both laughing where they lay on the ground, and Tony couldn't help but to smile and shake his head.

They were interrupted when the doorbell sounded, even over the loudness of the room. Millisa kissed the tip of Tim's nose, told him something, then stood up and went toward the door, stopping at the last second and turning to grab Tony's hand and pull him up out of his chair to drag him with her to the door. Tony was about to ask what was going on, until she swung open the door to reveal Gibbs.

"About time you got here," she told the older agent.

"Sorry I'm late."

"Better late than never. Here ya go," she all but shoved Tony out the door and straight into Gibbs. "Y'all have a good night!" she told them before shutting the door behind him.

Tony was drunk enough to be speechless as he regained his balance and pulled away from where he'd been pressed up against his boss's body. When he did speak, it didn't come out the way he'd meant it. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

Gibbs raised a brow. "I was told you'd need a lift home," he replied.

"I could've gotten a cab."

"I can leave and you can still do that."

"No!" Tony blurted out, then realized how loud that seemed. "I mean...you came all the way here..." God he felt like a dick. "Sorry. That's not how I meant... I just meant, why didn't you come to the party? Why just come here to play taxi?"

"Didn't much feel like being around a lot of people. Not really my thing."

"Yeah. Figured you'd be celebrating with the boat, though," Tony joked. "I know you've got the good bourbon out for special occasions."

"Didn't drink tonight," Gibbs shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Knew I'd need to come by."

"Oh." Tony stood there processing that the best his mind would allow at the moment. It instead decided to realize that they were both still just standing there, right in front of the door where Millisa had thrown him out. And as he began to think, he started to remember how that night a few weeks back in Gibbs' basement, he was as drunk as he was now and he was speaking his thoughts out loud without realizing it. He wondered if the same was happening now, but was grateful that he was at least not thinking naughty thoughts.

Of course, now he was totally gonna start thinking naughty thoughts. There was no way to know what would happen if he let himself do it. "Ya know...I should be insulted that Millisa kicked me out," he said.

"But you're not?" Gibbs tilted his head slightly.

"Nah. She just wanted to make out with McLovegood. She knew I didn't wanna see that again. That and...well, I guess I was kinda bringin' everyone down. I wasn't really enjoying the night."

"Why not?" Gibbs asked, looking him over as his eyes seemed glued to the ground.

"Uh...I uh..." he cleared his throat nervously, trying not to say the wrong thing. "It just seems kinda pathetic and... I dunno, sad maybe, when you're alone on New Year's is all..." he cleared his throat again, his hands suddenly painfully unoccupied as he fussed with the hem of his untucked dress shirt.

"I was alone," Gibbs reminded him. "In fact, I was in my car on my way here."

"I didn't mean that you...I just meant that I...uh..." he panicked. "I mean, you should've been here. I mean before it was midnight. You should've been here. With me."

"Should I have?" Gibbs asked softly, as he took a step toward him.

"Um," Tony swallowed and backed up a little. "Yeah."

"What would I have done here?" he asked as he stepped toward him again, Tony backing up in time. "With you?"

"Uh..." he swallowed again, trying like mad to keep himself from saying something inappropriate. "We could've...ya know...talked," he replied.

"Anything else?"

"Like...what?" his voice significantly quieted.

"Like...at midnight," Gibbs replied as Tony's back hit the door. Tony made this noise that came from the back of his throat sounding somewhere in the middle of a grunt and a squeak, and it was in that moment that he realized how hard he'd become since the conversation started. How his breathing was quick and his heart was thumping so hard in his chest that he could feel it all over his body. He didn't want to allow himself to believe for even a second that Gibbs was flirting with him. Not even for a second, because then he'd get lost in it, and who knows what would happen then?

"Boss?" Tony questioned as Gibbs lingered there just inches away from his face.

"Sorry I'm late, DiNozzo," he whispered. "Let me make it up to you?" his eyes flickered down to Tony's lips before looking him in the eyes again, and Tony's breath caught. "Tony?"

"Yes..." he answered. And Gibbs' lips were suddenly on his. The shock made him freeze. That is, until the kiss deepened and his entire body was on fire. Tony moaned into the kiss; his eyes clamping shut as he returned it. He was too dumbfounded to know what to do with his hands, and so they rested on Gibbs' chest.

There was a split second where the older man shifted on his feet and his thigh swiped across the hardened length that pressed fully against the tented front of Tony's jeans, making the younger man whimper into the kiss. Gibbs could feel the sudden intense change in Tony's body as though he were hanging on by a very thin thread, and there was no way he wasn't going to do something about it.

Tony felt himself losing control as Gibbs' hand made its way from his neck down the front of his torso. His ab muscles fluttered as the strong fingers softly grazed over it and kept heading south. He was so close to losing it, he knew what would happen if he kept going. "G-Gibbs..." he whispered as he pulled away from the other man's lips. But Gibbs kept going until his hand cupped around the bulge in Tony's jeans and squeezed before roughly rubbing down and then up again. "Oh god...oh god oh god..." Tony grabbed a fistful of Gibbs' coat as he suddenly and embarrassingly exploded in his pants.

When he started to come back to himself, Tony found his face buried in Gibbs' neck breathing in the scent of him. His head was swimming, and even though he was tipsy from drunkenness he felt a happiness he hadn't in a long time. He smiled to himself as he remembered the wish he made, and silently thanked Millisa for being magic.

"Happy New Year, Tony," Gibbs whispered against his ear...

~end~