Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, I couldn't find five minutes to write with real life bugging me! Here's the next chapter, hope you like it! X

Tony's heart skipped a beat as Gibbs brushed his surprisingly soft lips against his. He forced himself to back away slowly and smiled lazily at the older man. Gibbs still had a hold on his neck and he only let go after what felt like hours.

Tony studied the man up close as he held his breath. Damn Gibbs was good, even his pupils were dilated and his breath hitched when he smiled at the older man. Then the fingertips loosened their hold on his neck and Tony wondered if the goose bumps he got were from the loss of warmth or a weird reaction from the kiss.

He looked back at Mark who had decided to shut up altogether.

"This is my boyfriend, Derek."

Gibbs' eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the man before him.

Mark chuckled as he held up his hands. "Easy. Just being friendly."

"Be friendly somewhere else then." Gibbs grumbled as he sat down and ordered a beer. Tony shook his head smiling as he tapped the beer and put the glass in front of Gibbs.

"I'm out of ice. Be back in a sec." he called over his shoulder as he made his way from behind the bar to the adjoining stock room. He carefully closed the door and then stumbled back against the hard surface. His heart would probably beat its way out of his chest any second now.

That kiss. It was like his lips were on fire and suddenly the ridiculous thought that only another kiss would somewhat ease that ache, formed in Tony's mind.

Why was he overanalyzing this? Gibbs was so relaxed in his role and he… He was one of the best undercover agents but now he felt unsettled, on edge. Why couldn't he get this right? And why the fuck did it still feel like Gibbs' fingertips burned their way under the hem of his shirt? A chill ran over his spine and he shivered, not at all feeling cold. Then he realized that he'd been standing there for too long and he should probably go back before they would come looking for him.

He opened the door and was about to step out of the room when he realized that he hadn't brought new ice with him. 'Jesus, Tony. Get a fucking grip!' He berated himself as he angrily went through the contents of a freezer by the wall. He took a deep breath and closed the door behind him, walking back to the bar as enthusiastically as he could without looking like more of a lunatic than he already felt. Roya had joined the two men sitting at the bar and she smiled sympathetically when he came back, as if she could read his thoughts.

"Took you long enough, did you have to make the ice first?" Mark joked but since Gibbs had walked in there was something off about the way he looked at Tony. The Italian had trouble putting a name to it but it made him feel uneasy and that was never a good sign.

"Probably melted when you touched it." Gibbs smirked and winked before he gulped down the remainder of his beer and fished his wallet out of his back pocket.

"So…" Gibbs continued as if he acted this way all the time, "how 'bout regular cash now and we see about those other methods of payment later?"

God, the older man was really messing with him right now. If he wanted over the top, he was gonna get it.

Tony grinned broadly, perfectly knowing how that smile had made men and women want to hunt him. He leaned forward, lips slightly parted.

"Saying such nice things and then running off… You're a bad boy." He growled and he could swear Gibbs shuffled on his seat.

Roya snorted behind him and pushed him away from the bar.

"Go! Before you turn my bar into a love-fest." Tony turned around and frowned but Roya just smiled.

"There'll be enough late shifts. Tonight's a calm one, I can handle it."

"Thanks!" Now he was going to have to go home… with Gibbs. He gave Roya a quick hug and shot a fleeting smile at Mark as he followed the older man out of the bar.

The cooler air outside soothed his overheated skin and he took a second to breathe. When he reopened his eyes, Gibbs was standing in front of him, his eyebrows knitted, as he looked serious.

"You okay? I just wanted to rattle the guy, see what his intentions were."

Tony waved at Gibbs and nodded. "Yeah of course, it's all good."

"You forgot the ice." Gibbs whispered with a smile tugging at his lips. It turned into a full-blown grin as Tony smacked his arm.

"Bastard." Tony whispered back as he took Gibbs' hand in his. Might as well make sure everyone had seen them together tonight. He tugged the older man in the direction of their house and they walked the short distance in silence.

As they reached the house, Tony could hear Jethro take in a sharp breath. The older man had seen something that alerted him but Tony couldn't figure out what was wrong. They were the only ones on the street at this hour… apart from the man in uniform that was walking on the opposite side of the street. Gibbs subtly averted his eyes and sped up slightly and Tony couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong.

"What's up?" he whispered as he moved closer to his boss. The older man merely gave a curt shake of his head in return, effectively shutting him up. The sound of his voice, however, seemed to have been picked up by the man across the street. He looked up and Tony could see his eyes widen even from the distance between them. These two definitely knew each other and it wasn't good if he could tell by the way Gibbs' muscles had tensed up.

They'd just reached their house when the other man crossed the street and walked towards them with a deep frown on his face. He was handsome; Tony could see that now as the man walked under the dim light of a street lantern. His short hair was jet black and his eyes were the darkest shade of brown he'd ever seen, framed by long dark lashes. He had full lips and his skin was tanned as if the sun itself had kissed him. Tony felt a surge of jealousy make its way up his spine and he tightened his hold on Gibbs' hand, something that didn't go unnoticed to the dark man if the tightened jaw was anything to go by.

"Go inside."

Tony jerked his head from the man to Gibbs who'd just given him an order. He couldn't do anything but stare at the silver haired man, as if he'd just confessed to liking tea better than coffee.

Gibbs turned his gaze on him and Tony knew he wasn't kidding. The otherwise icy blue eyes were darkened considerably and his lips formed a thin line. He glanced at the other man one more time before he went inside the house. He looked through the window as the nameless man reached the sidewalk and stood beside Gibbs.

The man was obviously angry with Gibbs and the unease settled in the pit of Tony's stomach, demanding to be let out. He watched as Gibbs cast his eyes down at something the man said and he started to feel physically nauseous. What if the man was someone Gibbs knew from his days in the Corps, someone who could be a danger to them? Maybe the one they were looking for?

Gibbs raised his voice, Tony could tell from the vein in the older man's neck that always pulsed when his boss was about to explode in the interrogation room. He fought the urge to go outside and tightened his grip on the window frame.

"Javier."

"Jethro."

Gibbs gestured for the other man to shut up immediately and he looked around to make sure no one could have heard the man use his real name. The street was abandoned.

"Not Jethro. Derek. I'm undercover."

"Are you kidding me? You're gonna pull some NCIS shit on me instead of growing some balls and admitting that you were just being a coward?"

"Lower your voice!" Gibbs hissed as he took a step towards the other man. The corner of Javier's mouth arched a little as Gibbs moved closer to him.

"You're a bastard. Parading around with that… that… manwhore and then you have the nerve to stand here and shut me up?"

"Don't you dare talk about him like that." Jethro's voice was unbendable steel and his eyes gleamed dangerously. Javier was not impressed and he raised an eyebrow, calling the other man out on his bullshit.

"So that man is just work?"

Gibbs averted his eyes only for a second but Javier had seen it and he chuckled.

"Yeah, I thought so. So don't expect any goodwill on my part. I'll keep my mouth shut if that's what you're worried about."

When Gibbs opened his mouth as if he were about to retort, Javier's hand reached out and grabbed Gibbs by the chin, making sure the other man's eyes were trained on him.

"Jethro or Derek, what difference does it make? I finally realize I never knew you anyway."

Then he let go of the man as suddenly as he'd invaded his personal space and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

Tony watched as Gibbs cracked his neck and took a few deep breaths before he looked in the direction of the window. As their eyes met, Gibbs tensed up and he took a few more seconds before he walked into the house.

He walked into the living room and Tony had been terribly wrong if he'd been expecting an explanation.

"Beer? Coffee?" Gibbs called over his shoulder as he walked into the kitchen. Tony stood there for a moment, frozen, before he commanded his limbs to move.

"You're kidding me, right? You're just gonna pretend nothing happened?"

Tony could see Gibbs' adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed but that was the only sign he got that Gibbs knew what he was talking about.

"Nothing happened." Gibbs' voice didn't leave any room for debate but Tony walked up to him anyway.

"Gibbs", he hissed, "that was not nothing."

"Let it go, Tony." Gibbs' voice trembled and Tony wanted to shake the older man until he saw 'the light'.

"Let it go, seriously?! You come in all shaken up and I'm supposed to act like nothing's going on? I deserve to know!"

"It doesn't have anything to do with you!" Gibbs yelled as he turned around at Tony and the Italian instinctively took a step back at the intense glare he received. The tension between them could be cut with a knife but the younger man refused to back down. Gibbs could be ignorant on his own time for all he cared but not about an active case they were working.

"Nothing to do with me?!" he shouted back as he jabbed a finger into Gibbs' chest. "If that guy is dangerous I have to know! I saw how he reacted to us holding hands, if he's the one we're looking for –"

"I FUCKED HIM!" Gibbs roared as he smashed an empty mug on the floor. Tony froze and stared at the pieces of china, unable to think straight.

All that could be heard was the sound of their labored breathing and the faint 'click' of the steaming kettle. The two men stood there, panting as they stared at each other.

"Go", Gibbs mumbled, barely audible. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"Gibbs." Tony whispered now, afraid that he was dreaming this. Gibbs with a man? His brain had completely shut down and refused to process the new information.

"Tony, go. Please. I'm so close to saying things…" The ever-husky voice only encouraged Tony and he carefully reached out, taking Gibbs' wrist in his hand.

"I want to know!" he pushed and he gasped as Gibbs' hand shot out and gripped his wrist tightly, jerking him forward.

The silver haired man tugged at Tony's arm and placed the Italian's hand on the hard bulge in his pants. He squeezed Tony's fingers and instinctively rubbed himself against the warm fingers before he tensed up again. Then he let go of the hand as if that'd effectively end the situation, allowing Tony to flee.

The younger man's hand didn't move an inch however, and Gibbs' eyes jerked from his pants to the Italian's face, the shock clearly registered on his own.

Tony looked surprisingly at ease and only the slightest hint of emerald green was still visible around the abysmal black of his huge, dilated pupils. His fingers almost moved on their own accord and he squeezed again, taking in a shuddering breath when Gibbs moaned softly, unable to swallow the lustful sound.

It was the calm before the storm and Tony searched Gibbs' eyes for a moment longer before his fingers latched onto the back of the older man's neck and he crashed their lips together in a heated and dirty kiss. It wasn't even coordinated; he just thrust his tongue in the older man's mouth and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

Gibbs' brain had ceased working altogether and he circled a strong arm around the younger man's waist, tugging him as close to his body as humanly possible. It only seemed to build the fire in the pit of Tony's stomach and the younger man brought his fingers up to Gibbs' chest, searching for the buttons before they tore the fabric into pieces. Tony's warm hands replaced the shirt on the older man's chest and he felt Gibbs' heart beat furiously under his fingers. The strong sign of life reminded him that this was, in fact, really happening and he growled low in his throat when Gibbs' fingers tugged on his hair, pulling his head back so his lips could roam over the smooth skin of his throat.

The thought that the older man's teeth would surely leave a mark there, only turned Tony on more and he arched his back, rubbing his hardening cock against Gibbs' neck. He could already feel the tension in his stomach build up and he was afraid he was going to come on the spot when Gibbs craned his neck and bit his ear lobe.

He backed away just enough to look the older man in his eyes.

"Take me to bed", he whispered hoarsely.

SO.. I realize I'm being cruel but the next chapter should be up really soon :D reviews make me very happy!