A/N: Thanks for your reviews. Sorry for the longer wait again. I'm just glad that I managed to finish the Christmas chapter just in time. Not sure when the next chapter will be up, busy days ahead...
Anyway, I wish you all happy holidays. Have a good one!

Free Confessions

"What's wrong?" Tony asked when he closed the front door behind him.

Gibbs hadn't told him about his father visiting yet because he simply hadn't made up his mind about it. He couldn't tell his father not to come, but he couldn't tell Tony either. After a long night with his boat but thankfully without bourbon, he had finally concluded that he'd just play it by ear and would react to whatever Tony would throw at him. He hadn't expected him to sense that something was wrong from the moment he stepped into his house, though.

"Nothing," Gibbs replied as he approached him and gave him a quick kiss.

"Don't bullshit me," Tony said, smirking at him as he all but threw his bag into the corner. "I know that look. So just get it over with. You got a case?"

"No, we're off duty over Christmas."

"So, what is it?"

"It's my dad," Gibbs sighed as he sat down on the couch.

"What is it? Is he sick?" Tony asked, his expression suddenly worried which confused Gibbs because the guy didn't even know him.

"No, he's fine. He's just coming over for Christmas."

"Which makes you sick?" Tony grinned again and Gibbs just held himself back from giving him a head slap.

Gibbs just shrugged in response, trying to come up with a way of telling the younger man they couldn't spend Christmas together. When he looked at the man next to him though, he realized that he couldn't tell him. He wanted to spend Christmas with him, his father be damned.

"No," he finally started slowly. "I just… he doesn't know about us."

"And you don't want to tell him," Tony said quietly, leaning back and away from him. "Damn it, Gibbs. I came here just for you."

"I know, Tony," Gibbs hurried to reply and took Tony's hand, relieved that he didn't protest. "I don't want you to go. It's just… I haven't seen him since the girls' funeral. And now he called and I just couldn't say no. So he's definitely coming. But I want to spend Christmas with you, believe me."

"Okay," Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. "So you're saying, you want us both to be here?"

"Yeah."

"But you don't want to tell him?"

Gibbs shrugged and leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. He really didn't want to tell his father about them but he really didn't want to see that look on Tony's face either. For a second he had looked like a small kid, whose Christmas had just been ruined, before he had schooled his features again. Gibbs hated when he did that. It always had him feeling like Tony was still holding back, like he was hiding from him and didn't trust him. Gibbs knew that it was nonsense, knew that it was just one of Tony's defensive mechanisms but it still managed to make him feel uneasy.

"Listen," he finally started over. "I haven't seen him in so long and I don't want him to leave as soon as he gets here. Why don't we just test the waters and then decide whether or not we should tell him?"

"Alright," Tony sighed, still looking a little distraught, but he gave him a smile nonetheless. "Then we'll tell him we're friends and that we just planned to spend Christmas together. I take it I'll sleep on the couch then?"

"No, I will," Gibbs relented. "Least I can do is give you the bed. And anyway, I think I could still sneak up in the middle of the night."

"And feel like we're sixteen again?"

"Definitely."

"Okay," Tony said and then leaned in to kiss him.

"You sure this is alright?" Gibbs checked back because Tony still looked a bit pensive.

"Yeah, I mean, it's not ideal and I had planned to spend a cozy Christmas with you, but we'll manage. And I can't wait to hear stories from your childhood."

Gibbs groaned and let his head fall back.

God, it was going to be so painful.

#

"So when's your dad coming over?" Tony asked in the morning of Christmas Eve as he rolled over to spoon up against Gibbs.

"Sometime in the afternoon," Gibbs mumbled, suddenly preoccupied by Tony's hard cock pressing against his ass.

"So we got lots of time, right?"

"Yeah," Gibbs grinned as he rolled over and then let out a laugh when Tony was suddenly on top of him, supporting most of his weight with his arms that were on both sides of Gibbs' face.

"Good," Tony just breathed out before he leaned down and kissed the older man thoroughly.

Gibbs let him stay in control as he had learned in the few nights he had spent with Tony that he actually loved it not to be the demanding one for once. Tony always seemed to know when to stop and when to pursue and Gibbs was fine with it. Tony's tongue was exploring his mouth with skill and confidence now, his hands were everywhere, seemingly touching every inch of his body, his touches deft, soft and yet certain beyond belief. Gibbs moaned into the kiss, slightly surprised by the intent of Tony's actions. Taking the opportunity, Tony broke their kiss and nibbled his way to Gibbs' ear. He sucked on his lobe and then bit down gently, which caused Gibbs to gasp. He shuddered under his every touch and then let out a shaky breath when Tony continued his way further south, first biting down on his neck and then trailing towards the collarbone.

"Damn," Gibbs let out as Tony suddenly stopped for a moment and then slid down against Gibbs' body.

Once more, he shivered when he saw the grin on Tony's face, shivered when he felt the brush of Tony's chest hair against his own. It tickled and teased everything it touched. Briefly Gibbs wondered when he had last been so horny, so aroused by such simple actions. Memories of his first time with Shannon filtered through his mind and he closed his eyes for a moment, waiting for the pain that always came when a thought of her caught him unawares, but it never came because Tony began to play with his nipples, pinching them, rolling them between his fingers and then sucking at them. He was so distracted by it that he was surprised when Tony slid down even further, tugging at the waistband of Gibbs' boxers. His head barely visible underneath the sheets, Tony looked up at him, a brilliant smile on his face when he finally succeeded in getting rid of the underwear.

Gibbs stopped breathing for a second or two. They hadn't yet crossed the boundaries to blow jobs yet and he suddenly felt stupid for not having done it sooner. His coherent thoughts ended though when he felt the other man's mouth wrap around his hard dick.

Wet heat surrounded him and he groaned once more when Tony flicked his tongue and it felt so amazing that he had to work hard to keep himself in check to not thrust up into his mouth. Apparently realizing the dilemma Gibbs was in, Tony grabbed his hips with one hand while the other one tugged at his own boxers and then grabbed his own dick, tugging at it in time with his mouth sucking his way up and down Gibbs' cock. Gibbs suddenly realized that Tony had been holding out on him as he teased the slit, the tip of his tongue darting in and then across it, driving Gibbs out of his freaking mind. He resumed doing that over and over, only alternating it with sucking hard once and then backing off, only to just start it all over again.

"Tony," the older man pressed out, not even sure what he wanted to say but it hardly even mattered because right at that moment Tony sucked hard once again and then swallowed him whole.

Taken by surprise, Gibbs let out a shout and then shuddered violently, desperately trying to hold on because it felt so goddamn right and good. As if on cue, Tony's hand that had held his hips in place moved towards his balls and started to play with them.

"Yes," Gibbs moaned and he felt Tony lose his rhythm for a moment or two and only then did he realize that the younger man whole body was tense as if he was on the verge of coming, too and just in this moment, Tony's fingers touched exactly the right spot behind his balls.

Gibbs felt his world around him shatter as he fought for control but he didn't have the slightest chance. With one last flick of his tongue, Tony sent him over the edge, leaving Gibbs without a coherent thought for a couple of moments, only vaguely realizing that Tony had been there right along with him because his jerky movements had stopped, too.

When he finally recovered, Tony was already lying next to him again, one arm draped over him.

"Time wisely spent," Tony grinned, his face still a bit red.

"Very wisely," Gibbs replied as he pulled him even closer.

"I'm not moving too fast, am I?" Tony asked, looking up at Gibbs, his eyes full of concern.

"No," Gibbs said and kissed his forehead. "Not at all. You're doing everything perfectly."

"Glad to hear that," Tony grinned again and then lay back, letting out a sigh. "God, I don't want to get up."

"Me either, but we still have to decorate the tree, get the guest room set up."

"I know," Tony groaned again.

"Hey, you wanted to stay here," Gibbs joked, pinching Tony's side.

The younger man flinched violently and then let out a laugh. For a moment Gibbs just watched him laugh and he felt something in his stomach jolt. This was good.

#

"The tree looked smaller the last time I saw him," Tony said as he tried to put the star on top of it.

"Maybe it grew," Gibbs said as he put a small wooden ornament up on one of the branches.

They had set up the guest room for Jackson, had eaten a sandwich for lunch and had then proceeded to decorate the tree. Tony was currently standing on tiptoes and finally managed to put up the star on top of it.

"Stop joking," Tony laughed. "Without me you would have needed a ladder."

"You're maybe an inch taller than I am," Gibbs gave back as he reached up to give him another head slap.

His hand lingered afterwards though and as he stroked through his hair for a moment, Gibbs realized that Tony once more hadn't styled his hair in the morning.

"I like your hair like that," he said as Tony turned to look at him.

"Duly noted," Tony smiled. "And now come on. Let's get this thing fixed up before your dad arrives."

"Yeah," Gibbs replied and then watched Tony bend down to pick up one of the tree balls.

When he straightened, Gibbs' arms came around him from behind and he pulled Tony closer to him, sucking at his neck tenderly. He heard Tony groan quietly and he grinned as the younger man turned around, grabbed the sides of his face and then kissed him thoroughly. Gibbs felt the warm and tingly sensation in his stomach again and his cock, too, seemed to be very interested again. He kissed the younger man back in earnest, his hands on his hips as he drew Tony closer.

It was Tony who finally broke their kiss, breathing heavily as he touched his forehead against Gibbs' and looked deep into his eyes.

"God, if your dad wasn't coming over, I'd…"

He never got the chance to finish his sentence though because he was interrupted by none other than Jackson himself.

"What exactly would you do?" the older Gibbs asked and Gibbs stepped away from Tony as if he'd been burned.

He turned to look at his dad who was still standing by the front door, slightly red in the face. Gibbs wanted to say something but words failed him for the second time that day. His father still hadn't moved and the silence that hung over them was starting to become very uncomfortable. Gibbs had only just opened his mouth to say something, what exactly he wasn't quite sure, when Tony beat him to talking. He cleared his throat loudly as he stepped forward, his hand outstretched.

"Hi, I'm Tony," he said, his voice sounding surer than Gibbs felt.

"DiNozzo," Jackson let out a laugh as he took the younger man's hand. "I'm Jack."

"Nice to meet you."

"How in the world do you know Tony DiNozzo?" Jackson said, his eyes darting towards his son who was still standing shock frozen by the tree.

"We met on a case," he answered automatically. "How in the world do you even know who he is?"

"Hey!" Tony cried out, playfully upset – and Gibbs immediately knew that he was trying to diffuse the tension in the air – "I'll have you know, I'm very well-known."

"And I do watch movies, Leroy," Jackson said and with sudden relief, Gibbs realized that he was actually smiling. "So how long have you two been together?"

Gibbs nearly choked on his own spit at the question but once more Tony saved him the trouble as he answered.

"Not long, couple of weeks."

"You must be special if he lets you spend Christmas here," Jackson remarked as he put his luggage on the floor and moved into the living room.

"You know I'm right here," Gibbs said because he really didn't like Jack talk as if he wasn't even in the room.

"Relax," Jackson chuckled and then sat down on the couch. "I'm not here to cause any trouble. Though you really are full of surprises."

"Dad," Gibbs started warningly but Tony interrupted him once again.

"Would you like some coffee, Jack?"

"Yeah, thanks Tony," the older man nodded and Tony walked over into the kitchen, looking pointedly at Gibbs urging him to talk to his dad.

Gibbs let out a sigh as he sat down next to his dad, idly wondering when he had started to obey to Tony's orders.

"I should've told you that we wouldn't be alone."

"It's not like I gave you a chance to talk," Jackson grinned.

"Not sure I would have told you even if you did."

"I know," Jackson replied solemnly. "But really, I'm not here to cause trouble. If you think that shagging with that famous actor in your kitchen makes you happy then do it."

"It's much more than that, Dad. He's much more than that," Gibbs started but was cut off by his dad as he shook his head.

"I can see that. Even if you think I never knew what was going on with you, I know stuff, Leroy."

"You wish," Gibbs breathed out and just like that things were back to normal – or as normal as they could be considering they hadn't seen each other in over ten years.

#

"I love your dad," Tony yawned as he climbed into bed with Gibbs a couple of long and painful hours later.

They had spent a quiet evening with Jackson, talking about nothing in particular, in the dim light of the lights on the Christmas tree. Even Gibbs who usually hated sitting around like that couldn't help but feel relaxed and grounded even if he could have lived without his dad's comment about him not hearing as well as he used to just before they went up to bed.

"You wouldn't say that if you grew up with him," Gibbs grumbled good-naturedly. "And you only say that because he told you that story about my first kiss."

"Well, it was funny," Tony actually giggled at the memory. "It's not every day you get kissed in your father's store and right in front of him – and then say thank you."

"Well, it was nice," Gibbs said, pinching him.

"And you were very polite," Tony said teasingly as he leaned into him and kissed him soundly. When he backed away, he smiled at him and then added. "Thank you."

"Oh, shut up."

"No, but seriously, I like him. Don't know why you were so afraid to tell him."

"I don't know either," Gibbs replied as he switched off the lights. "I just didn't expect him to be fine with me being gay or whatever."

"He ever gave you an indication that he wouldn't be?"

"No, but we never really talked about stuff like that. Or in general. Though, he's always been open-minded, I suppose. His best friend, the one I'm named after, is a black man and believe me, that wasn't exactly common back then."

"Yeah," Tony said, yawning widely again. "Like I said, I love him."

"Just don't tell him. You'll never get rid of him."

"Not sure that would be a bad thing," Tony mumbled as he snuggled into him.

"Just you wait."

"I will," Tony said, reaching up to kiss him quickly before he laid his head on Gibbs' chest. "Merry Christmas, Jethro."

"Merry Christmas, Tony."