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Title: Connection
By: nancy
Pairing: Tony/Gibbs
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tony and Gibbs connect after Ari is revealed to be on their side.

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As the old saying went, 'work hard, play harder.' One of the reasons that Tony inevitably found himself at The Club at the end of a really hard case. He figured that it was better to go cruising than to get too well acquainted with a bottle. He'd known way too many cops that had gone that route and lost everything, including their dedication to the job that had driven them to drink in the first place. Not a road that Tony wanted to even think about going down.

So when Gibbs had given him the raw end of his rage because of his less than stellar performance over the last week and Ari had been revealed as a mostly good guy, well, it was definitely a 'play hard,' kind of night. He'd taken off from work as soon as humanly possible, not wanting to be around for Gibbs' sure to be lethal bad humor. He'd already taken enough of that and at least eighty-five percent of it had been undeserved.

Scanning the crowd of bodies gyrating to the music, Tony waited for the bartender to return with his drink. There was a good mix out there; hardbodies, twinks, bears, leathermen, all kinds were out and about on the prowl, which gave Tony a lot to choose from. He always leaned towards the military guys, who were pretty easy to spot despite a lack of uniform. It was probably just him, because they didn't really stand out in any way that most people would be able to figure. He was just attuned to the posture and directness of their eyes and body language.

Gibbs had spoiled him for anything else, really.

Tony snorted at the thought and took a sip of his beer, moving minutely in time to the music. His feet were itching to get dancing, so he drank some more and then slid out onto the dance floor. Instantly, he was surrounded by men, the press of bodies exactly what he wanted. He didn't want to think, and he sure as hell didn't want to get involved with anyone. Sex. That was all he wanted and though Kate seemed to think that made him shallow, it was pretty much what held his and Gibbs' relationship intact.

Because whether it was a man or woman in his bed, it was always Gibbs in his mind and heart. He knew the older man would never even look his way, even if he were so inclined. Not getting involved with team members meant of any sex, Tony was sure. So even if he was the 'right' sex for Gibbs, it still wouldn't work according to the ex-Marine. And if that was the only way he could stay connected to the other man, then he'd take it.

Shoving that thought away by resting his arms over the shoulders of a man who looked like he was a naval officer of some kind, Tony grinned and asked over the music, "Come here often, sailor?"

The man grinned back, his hands slipping around Tony's waist to grip his ass and haul him in closer. "I didn't, but I think I might in the future. And how'd you know I was..."

"Navy? You just walk that way," Tony answered, leaning in and stopping further words by kissing him. It was a long, wet kiss that had Tony moaning in short order, the stranger's skills definitely up to par.

A hand clamped onto his shoulder, pulling him back from his new partner. Furious, he whipped around and snarled, "What the fuck do you..."

Only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of a well and truly pissed off Gibbs glaring at him.

Oh Christ. Someone's dead, was his first panicked thought. Forgetting the man whose tongue had just been down his throat, Tony demanded, "What happened!? Who's hurt?"

"No one, yet. Move, DiNozzo!" Gibbs snapped.

His second panicked thought was, Oh Christ, he's not nearly as open-minded as I thought he'd be about finding this out.

So he didn't put up a fuss about preceding Gibbs out of the club, not even turning back to look at the officer who was probably counting his lucky stars that Gibbs hadn't demanded his name, rank, and serial number.

Outside in the relatively cool night air, the absence of noise hit Tony hard and he took a moment to wiggle his finger in his ear before facing Gibbs. Drawing himself up, getting ready for a fight, Tony was stunned speechless when Gibbs shoved him against the wall and seized his mouth. For a few seconds, he didn't do anything, unable to comprehend what was going on. Then Gibbs' tongue pushed into his mouth and Tony sagged against the wall, moaning and opening his mouth to the invasion.

When Gibbs pulled back, most of Tony's brains were in his dick and he couldn't have formed a coherent thought unless his life had depended on it.

"I am sick and tired of you going out to find someone else to fuck when things don't go good for you, DiNozzo. From now on, if I even think you're going somewhere like this, I will hunt you down and make sure you regret it," Gibbs snarled softly.

Utterly distracted by the intensity in the ice blue eyes staring at him, Tony barely managed, "Uh...huh?"

"You heard me."

"I, yeah, but...huh?"

Eyes rolling, Gibbs stated, "I don't share. How's that? Simple enough?"

Tony blinked at him a few more times. "Um, when did we start dating?"

"After you went missing," Gibbs answered gruffly.

"That long, huh?" Tony asked, smirking.

"DiNozzo..."

"So, that whole ripping me a new asshole today was just preparing me for the next step in our relationship?"

"So help me..."

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Thankfully, it was pretty easy to find other things with which to occupy Tony's mouth, than talking. Tony took his own car back to Jethro's house, so he didn't have to listen to the younger man until they were inside. And by then, Jethro was in no mood to listen to Tony do anything other then groan, grunt, moan, or gasp...preferably more than one at a time.

So he grabbed Tony the second the other man walked through his door, sealing their mouths together and backing him up against the wall. Tony groaned and gasped, Jethro noted vaguely, then returned the kiss by pushing his tongue into Jethro's mouth. Angling them towards the bedroom, Jethro let him have the upper hand the walk there, using the time to pull his shirt off and tug Tony's shirt loose.

Pushing Tony onto the bed, he ordered, "Strip," and was gratified with the speed that Tony obeyed. They finished undressing at about the same time and crawled onto the bed, straddling Tony and taking his mouth again, this time slow and deep, knowing they had plenty of time. They were off for a long weekend and he fully intended to make good use of the entire time.

Tony's hands roamed up and down his back, one long leg rising over Jethro's hip to pull him flush. He had to squirm to get level with Tony's mouth again, but it wasn't exactly cause for complaint; for either of them from DiNozzo's long, drawn-out moan. Grinning, Jethro reached over him to take the lube and condoms out of his bedside table and asked, "Top or bottom?"

"You're giving me a choice?"

Frowning at the surprise in the other man's voice, Jethro answered, "Yeah. You got a problem with that?"

"No! No, I just...I figured you were a top," Tony admitted, offering a weak smile.

Jethro shrugged, moving in to nuzzle Tony's throat as he replied, "Consider me ambidextrous."

"Uh, okay. Sure. Well, uh..."

"What do you want, Tony?"

"You. In me."

Simple enough.

Jethro spilled some lube onto his fingers and rubbed them around Tony's hole before pushing inside. Tony's head fell back as he arched into the caress and Jethro sucked on the exposed Adam's apple as he continued to prepare his new lover. He didn't know DiNozzo's limits just yet, so better safe, than missing out on sex the rest of the weekend.

Shuddering several minutes later, Tony gasped, "I'm good! Do me, all right?"

Smirking, Jethro took a few more minutes to tease Tony by pushing his fingers in and out really slowly. When DiNozzo glared at him, Jethro chuckled and rolled the condom on, slicking himself up in the process as well. Tony's legs lifted and spread, opening him to Jethro, who lined himself up and pushed in slowly. It was a long, careful entry, mostly because he just wanted to see every bit of expression on Tony's revealing face. The wonder, the need, the pleasure and even the love that he could make out in the dazed eyes staring back at him.

Jethro supported himself with his hands to either side of Tony, waiting until Tony shivered all over and those long legs tightened around his hips. Obeying the silent order, he began moving, thrusting in and out of Tony's body, riding the tight hole with force, but not too hard. From the grunts and soft cries that escaped Tony, Jethro knew he was doing all right, but that wasn't enough.

Grinding down inside Tony, he angled his cock differently in each in-thrust until Tony jerked hard against him, crying out loudly in response. Nails raked down his back as he continued to slam inside on just the right spot, urging him towards his own orgasm. His rhythm faltered and Jethro pumped hard and fast into the willing body, grunting in need as his balls tightened.

It was sheer luck, more than perseverance, that had DiNozzo coming before him. As it was, the clamping down of Tony's body around him pushed Jethro over the edge, spilling hard only for his come to be caught in the condom. Panting, his body wracked with his own shudders as he rode out the aftershocks in Tony's tight warmth, Jethro struggled to stay upright, not wanting to squash Tony.

The decision was taken from him when Tony's hands gripped his shoulders and pulled him down. Collapsing gratefully into his lover's arms, Jethro lay on the sweaty chest and recovered, glad for the connection. Tony's arms wrapped around him and Jethro sighed deeply in contentment.

It had been a bitch of a week and he'd never felt so alone as when he'd had to tell Ducky there was nothing he could do about Ari. Adding to that was the guilt at having come down so hard on Tony about not taking things serious enough when he'd known, perfectly well, that there hadn't been any real lead for the younger man to take, serious or otherwise. The words slipped out, unbidden... "I'm sorry."

Gentle fingers combed through his hair and Tony whispered, "I know."

Of course he knew. Tony knew pretty much everything there was to know about him. Snorting to himself at the thought, Jethro kissed the vulnerable Adam's apple that was so close. "You want me to..."

"No, stay," Tony interrupted. "I want to...I like the connection."

Jethro smiled and nodded, shifting his hips to push his mostly soft cock as deep into Tony as he could, aided and abetted by the occasional clenching of Tony's body around him. They went through so much in their line of work that it was a wonder they'd formed any attachment at all, let alone such a strong one.

"Go to sleep, Boss. We got lots of ground to cover this weekend," Tony warned with a warm chuckle.

Smirking, Jethro replied, "Assuming you're up for it."

"Oh I will be, don't you worry."

With a yawn, Jethro drifted into sleep, trusting to a lover for the first time in a long time.

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