Category: Slash. And angst. Lots and lots of angst.

Rating: PG-17 this part

Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo

Series: No

Spoilers: None intended but anything might get a mention

Summary: Being dressed and dry should give Tony the psychological advantage, right? Yeah, right.

Archive: Just tell me where it's going

Additional `stuff': My first fic based around NCIS. Apparently, that could be a Medic Alert bracelet around Gibbs' wrist. Rule 12 – never date a co-worker. Warning

Graphic male/male sex!!

Tough Love Part Six

Tony walked around the bedroom, not touching, just looking, experienced eyes picking out three individual framed pictures, each of gorgeous a redhead.

`Wonder which is which?'

`Which is which what Tony?'

Tony felt his heart stop for the moment after he realized he wasn't alone. Gibbs was behind him, white towel around his waist. `Um…wife… which is which?'

Gibbs pointed to each in turn. `First.'

Tony nodded. Figured. She looked oldest. Around Gibbs age. Whatever age that was.

`Second.'

Tony smiled. Definitely a rebound wife. Younger. Prettier.

`Third.'

`She the one that calls on her birthday?'

`Who was on the phone?'

Tony swallowed hard. Gibbs knew. `Ducky.'

`What did he want?'

`Nothing.'

Gibbs grabbed an undershirt from a shelf in what Tony would have considered the anally-neat closet and pulled it over his head. `Get out of my bedroom Agent Dinozzo.'

Tony stood his ground. `Nope.'

Gibbs scowled. `Get. Out. Tony.'

Tony knew it was now or never. Gibbs was going to either deck him or… put on underwear. Gibbs was getting dressed.

`I'm not giving you a guided tour of the house Tony. And Ducky should mind his own business.'

Tony reached into the closet and pulled out a pale grey shirt. `I have one of these.'

Ignoring him, Gibbs reached for a blue sweatshirt and pulled it on. `This isn't Benetton Tony. You don't get to unfold stuff and just leave it.'

Tony folded the shirt and replaced it on the shelf. `You ever *shop* at Benetton?'

Gibbs shook his head, reached into a drawer, fishing for a balled-up pair of socks. `No-one does. They just unfold things and leave.'

Tony smiled at the joke and crossed the room, slowly closing the drawer, making sure Gibbs' fingers were well clear of the drawer before pushing it closed. `His name was Michael. He hit me from time to time to remind me who was boss.'

Gibbs turned, realizing just how close Tony was. `I won't ever hit you. I'll yell. Might even throw things. But I won't ever hit. And sometimes you get ice cream.'

Tony nodded at the pictures. `Took you all that time to work out what you wanted?'

Gibbs shook his head. `Nah. I knew. So did they. Why do you think there are three of them?'

Tony smiled. `Gonna put my picture there?'

Gibbs shook his head. `Nah. They're in the past.' His hand reached up, thumb stroking the long-healed cut on Tony's lip, a tiny scar the only reminder. `Like this.'

Tony breathed loudly, nodding, resting his cheek in Gibbs' cupped hand. `This is probably a really bad time to say this but…Rule 12?'

Gibbs smiled, hand sliding under Tony's chin, lifting it until their eyes met. `My rules. I can break `em.'

Tony reached up, covered Gibbs' hand. `Yes boss.'

`Shower Tony.'

Tony almost ran into the bathroom.

For the second time in an hour, Gibbs found himself worrying about Tony. The outward bravado wasn't reflected in the younger agent's eyes. `Tony…look at me!'

Gibb's voice was soft but the tone pulled Tony's eyes to his. `It's okay. There's no rush.'

Tony nodded, chest heaving. `Does it hurt? Again…after…you know…a time.'

Gibbs shrugged. `Depends on how long a time we're talking.'

`Ten years.'

Gibbs nodded. `Yeah. But it won't.'

Tony's cheeks flushed. `I can be brave.'

Gibbs backed Tony against the bed, sat him down and lifted his chin. `I can be gentle.'

`I knew it.' Tony whispered. `You just come across as all mean and grumpy, but underneath…' He looked up at Gibbs and stopped talking. `Sorry.'

Gibbs smiled. `You get *one* of those.' He leaned down and covered Tony's mouth with his own.

They separated slowly and Tony waited. `One how often?'

Gibbs groaned. `One Tony. Ever. Call me mean or grumpy again and I'll have you checking…'

Boldly, Tony stood up, pulled Gibbs down next to him and lay with his head on Gibbs' lap. `Comfortable?' Gibbs enquired.

Tony smiled. `Yup.' He wriggled as Gibbs' fingers carded his dark hair slowly. A swat to his denim-clad behind reminded him to keep still. `OWW!!'

Gibbs sighed at the massive over-reaction. `What do you do if you get a paper cut?'

`Call 911.' Tony responded, his tone indicating there could be no other answer.

Gibbs smiled. `You must have been a fun kid to have around. Did you ever climb a tree? Ride a skateboard?'

`Yeah. But with a ton of protective gear on.' He looked up at Gibbs. `You're brave. I like that.'

`Well…good.' Gibbs said, at a loss as to how to respond to what he was fairly sure was a compliment.

Gibbs' hand reached under Tony's crumpled shirt, rubbing his chest gently. `How long were you together?'

`A year. He died.' Tony's tone flattened and the volume dropped. `You came along just as I was gonna resign and enlist.'

`In the Military?' Gibbs couldn't help his surprise.

Tony sighed. `Yeah.' He smiled. `I needed a medical reason not to get my hair cut.'

Gibbs' fingers stroked away the dark strands threatening to obscure Tony's eyes. `And?'

`Turns out there isn't one.'

Gibbs chuckled, then his face turned serious. `Last chance Tony…stay or go.'

Tony looked into the deep eyes above him. `Stay.'

Gibbs nodded and reached into the top drawer of his nightstand. Tony frowned and Gibbs felt the tension in his shoulders. `Tony…you have to tell me if you want to wait.'

Tony's eyes locked on Gibbs' and he sat up and pulled his shirt off. Looking down pointedly, he swallowed hard. `I don't think I can.'

Gibbs smiled and reached for Tony's zipper. Tony gasped at the touch of Gibbs fingers on his bare skin, squirmed and lifted himself up so Gibbs could pull his jeans down.

Gibbs' fingers gripped the waistband of Tony's underpants and pulled both layers of fabric off at the same time. Tony's blush made him smile. Inwardly. He didn't think Tony would get the humor of the situation. Particularly as he looked like he was seconds away from a firing squad. `Hey! Tony!'

Tony blinked, drew in a deep shuddering breath. `Yeah?'

`Okay?'

Tony nodded almost imperceptibly. `Uh huh.' He whispered breathlessly.

Gibbs decided he would have to learn to read Tony better and pulled him closer, rolling him face down, sliding his arm under Tony's belly, arching him up, his other hand reaching for the tube of lube in the nightstand. `Okay?'

Tony's body language told him what Tony seemed unable to. Relaxed, breathing a little fast but not worryingly so. He rubbed gently with his free hand from Tony's neck to his waist, startled by Tony's muttered encouragement: `Just do it…please…before my brain explodes.'

Gibbs chuckled, lifted Tony back towards him, his hand probing gently between the quivering butt cheeks. `I want you to enjoy it too Tony… if we rush, you won't.'

Tony's response – a strangled groan which tailed off into a desperate whimper – coincided with the moment Gibbs began to check just exactly how tight Tony was.

Tight. He worked a lubed finger, then two, inside Tony's quivering opening, scissoring gently at first, adding a third finger to the accompaniment of louder sounds from the younger man. `Shhh…relax…it's okay.' Almost immediately, Tony did as he was told.

Tony's aroused moans reached a peak in the instant before Gibbs positioned himself at the lubed stretched opening, cut off in the split second it took Gibbs to slide in, at which point Tony's head snapped back and he let out a howl immediately followed by a hoarse: `Oh…Gibbs!!'

Gibbs reached around Tony's upper chest, his hand resting in the space between the dark nipples, supporting, reassuring, breathing warm moist breaths against Tony's sensitized earlobe, thrusting very gently, very slowly, tuned to Tony's reactions, holding back from the urge to ram forcefully into the pliant body in his arms.

However, he couldn't hold back for long and he gripped Tony firmly, trusting the younger man to recognise the signs of his impending climax.

Tony braced himself, feeling Gibbs tense, his breathing ragged, his thighs pressing against Tony's.

Moments later, Tony felt the hot rush, confused at the sensation being contained, gasping at the firm touch of Gibbs hand on his own weeping shaft. A few firm squeezes, Gibbs' experienced thumb stroking the sensitive underside and he arched up, his own climax strong and powerful.

Gibbs lay him gently down on the bed, pulling out of Tony as he did, quickly disposing of the condom in the metal waste bin beside the bed. Tony's eyes glazed as his breathing struggled to return to normal. Gibbs smiled down at him. `Tony? This would be a really bad place to have a heart attack, okay?'

Turned out Gibbs *did* have a soft side, Tony sighed. Just not on the outside. Abs - rock hard, thighs - toned, arms – lightly muscled. But he did have a soft spot. Well, area…behind his kneecaps, in the creased flesh between thigh and calf. Stroke there just right and…

`Stop that before I break your neck.' Gibbs voice was low but it lost none of its threat for lack of volume.

Tony laughed and moved up, across Gibbs' bare back, dropping bold kisses on the rounded butt which rippled under his lips. This time, he noticed, there was no dire threat of physical retribution. He smiled and sucked then bit gently. Gibbs moaned, groaned and finally tried to roll over. `Uh uh.' Tony cautioned, lifting his lips briefly, moving more of his body weight to pin Gibbs in place. He smiled as Gibbs settled back.

Feeling Gibbs relax under him, Tony dropped his head and continued to bite gently, working from waist to thigh, stopping *way* before the spot he had discovered earlier, then back up and down the other side.

Gibbs let Tony play. He would teach him his preferences another time. He needed his confidence re-building, and Gibbs was happy to help. He sighed as Tony's teeth sank into his flesh, awakening long-buried feelings. The heavy warmth of a lover over him, the slow build-up of emotions and arousal. Gibbs closed his eyes and drifted… the sensation of a warm moist tongue on his...

`What the..??!!' Gibbs eyes snapped open and he rolled over.

Tony smiled innocently. `Heck was that?'

Gibbs muttered: `Something like that. Warn a guy before you do that Tony.'

Tony laughed and Gibbs was pleased to see the amusement in his eyes.

`Okay. Next time I will.'

`Next time?'

`Yeah. Uh…unless you..?'

Gibbs forced himself to concentrate. He knew he was moments away from robbing Tony of the fragile ego he had been building over the previous hours. `Next time okay Tony.'

Softly, resting his cheek on Gibbs' salt-and-pepper furred chest, Tony whispered. `Yes boss.'

The End :)

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