Well, here we are with a new chapter (a much longer chapter, too). I hope you guys like it. :) As always, please forgive me of any grammar or spelling mistakes; they slipped by me. Please continue to do all that you guys do, especially those reviews. I love reviews. Also, I don't know how many chapters this bad boy will have, but I'm thinking around fifteen will suffice very well, so things will definitely be starting to pick up (just in case any of you think that this is going really slow. I like to go slow because it seems more real to me, but I don't like things going too slow, so I think now is definitely a good time to speed things along). I'll hopefully have another chapter up sooner than I've been doing, but I don't know exactly when that'll be. Thanks to everyone that reviews this and favorites my story and me; I really do appreciate all of it. So, without further ado . . .

Tony woke up to the pressure pushing down on his bladder. Sighing, he slowly peeled one eye lid open, scrutinized his surroundings to find that he was alone in Gibbs' room, then opened the other. The light that poured through the window was bright, but a majority of it was blocked off due to the dark curtains hanging in the windows. Lifting his arms above his head, Tony stretched, then carefully pushed himself into an upright position, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and stood.

His side twinged, but the pain was brief and minimum, really nothing more than a good, hard pinch. He padded into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door or turn on the light, and quickly relieved himself. After he finished, he scrubbed his hands with soap and water, dried them off, and went downstairs.

Gibbs was neither in the living room nor in the kitchen, so assuming that he was in the basement, Tony went to stand at the top of the stairs, but found it empty. Furrowing his brows, he turned back to the kitchen and pulled a glass from the cabinet and poured himself some orange juice. Scanning the table and counter for a note from Gibbs explaining his absence from over the rim of his glass, he found nothing.

Of course Gibbs wouldn't have left one since Tony wasn't supposed to come down the stairs by himself . . .

Finishing off the OJ, Tony quickly washed the glass and set it back in the cabinet and hightailed it as fast as he could back upstairs. He wanted to kiss Gibbs passionately and for Gibbs to kiss him passionately back, not get Gibbs so pissed at him he wouldn't say a damn word to him forever how long he decided and spend all day in the basement working on the boat.

Crawling back into bed, Tony laid on his back and wondered how long Gibbs had been gone and when he would be back. And because he had nothing better to do, he thought about yesterday.

It had finally happened. Everything that he had wanted and desired and needed had finally happened. Gibbs knew how he felt, and instead of him transferring Tony or firing him, or worse of all, taking away his friendship, he had in fact returned Tony's feelings. He had felt the same way about Tony as Tony did about Gibbs and that . . . that was more important and more amazing than all of his past Christmases, birthdays, and drunken frat parties all rolled into one. He felt as though he were a different person, a better person by finally allowing Gibbs to know how he felt and having the feelings reciprocated.

It was probably corny, and most definitely cliché, but he didn't give a damn. Tony loved Gibbs and Gibbs . . .

Tony frowned. Did Gibbs love him? They hadn't said anything about that yesterday. He simply hadn't because he had been too wrapped up in the fact that he was wrapped up in Gibbs' arms. And Gibbs hadn't said anything about it because . . . Tony groaned. Who the hell knew why Gibbs hadn't mentioned it.

He probably didn't mention it because he doesn't feel that way about you. Desire? Check. Lust? Check. Love? Not applicable.

Sighing, Tony rubbed a hand down his face roughly. Don't think about that, he ordered himself. Think about the way your skin felt hot with Gibbs' hands on it, think about how his lips molded against yours perfectly, how his body heat had radiated off his skin . . .

Tony thought about yesterday so well, he felt his body start to tremble and felt his cock harden. He threw the covers off of his legs and slipped his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants and slowly began to stroke it.

Picturing that it was it was Gibbs' hand pumping his cock instead of his own, Tony bit his bottom lip and moaned.

Oh, God, what would it feel like to have Gibbs' hands on him like this? Surprisingly, while his fingers were calloused because of working with his hands so much, Tony had found the palms of Gibbs' hands to be smooth and gentle and soft when he had entwined their fingers together, their palms laying flat against each other, just before Gibbs had told him-asked him-to call him Jethro.

The thought of Gibbs telling Tony to call him Jethro then led to memory of the soul-consuming kiss that they had shared right after and that caused Tony's hips to thrust up and down, his cock to slide inside the palm of his hand, and for it to begin leaking precum. Using the thumb of the hand that he was using to jerk himself off with, he smeared the precum over the tip of his cock which fueled the tickling sensation at the base of his spine that had slowly had been letting its appearance be known increase dramatically to the point where Tony's breaths were coming in and going out in short huffs.

"Shit, yes." He squeezed his eyes shut, continuing to rock his hips up and down.

"I hope you're going to let me join in on this."

Opening his eyes, Tony caught sight of Gibbs standing with his legs spread and his fingers flexing-open, close; open, close-with his mouth drawn into a tight line and his blue eyes dark with desire. Tony pumped his cock faster, harder, and his hips gave an erratic jerk.

Taking that as a yes, Gibbs slowly walked to the edge of the bed, toeing off his shoes along the way, and then when his knees made contact with the bed, crawled up to lay by Tony's side.

"Like what you see?" Tony huffed out.

The question was rhetorical because it was obvious by the dilated pupils, flaring nostrils, and erratic breathing that Gibbs liked what he was seeing. That he liked it a lot.

"Do you just want to watch?" Needing more friction, that extra something, Tony tightened his hold and reached down with his other hand and gave a short tug on his balls. The tickling sensation that had been forming at his lower back shot up directly through his spine and Tony shuddered as his blood warmed in his veins.

Gibbs moaned at the sight of Tony throwing back his head, leaving his throat exposed, arching his back off the bed, and closing his eyes as his body reveled in all the sensations that was coursing through out him. Needing to taste Tony, Gibbs latched his mouth onto Tony's neck and began a heady combination of kissing, nipping, biting, and licking; it drove Tony wild.

"Fuck," he moaned and his hips jerked, his hand sliding up and down his cock faster, his fingers tightening their hold on it. As Gibbs continued the assault on his neck, Tony cried out, "Harder, Jethro, harder." And when Gibbs complied to Tony's demand, he moaned, "Yes. Just like that. Yes."

Trailing his lips up to Tony's ear, Gibbs whispered, "Do you have any idea how bad I want to fuck you right now? If you still weren't recuperating, I'd have my cock so far up your ass, you'd feel like you were splitting in two, but then I'd pull back really slow and then slam into you. Over. And over. And over. You'd feel like you were dying; the feelings would feel too good, and you'd beg for me to cum, and I would. We would cum together. And we'd feel like we were dying together." He nipped Tony's earlobe hard causing Tony to hiss in pain, but then sigh with pleasure as Gibbs forked out his tongue and slowly run it over the spot that he'd bitten. "But we wouldn't die. We'd live to do it all again. And again. And again."

"Gibbs. Please."

"Please what?"

"Make me cum."

Gibbs smirked as he snuck a hand under Tony's shirt, snaking it over the man's stomach, feeling the tight muscles that stretched the taunt golden skin, up to his chest where his fingers combed through what he knew was dark chest hair, searching for a nipple. When he found one, he squeezed it, eliciting a gasp from Tony.

After playing with Tony's nipple for a few more moments, he trailed his hand back down, stopping when he got to Tony's midriff, right at the waistband of his sweatpants. He didn't go any further.

"Don't play with me, Jethro. Please."

Gibbs chuckled lightly. "But I like to play with you."

Tony began to stroke his cock faster. If Gibbs wanted to play games, he could play games. "Then I'll just make myself cum. It won't take much more for me to do it. I'm so close . . ."

"Don't you dare," Gibbs growled as he crushed his mouth to Tony's while simultaneously shoving his hand down the sweatpants, batting Tony's hand away, and grabbing onto his cock. His strokes were firm and fast and . . . right.

His lungs screaming for air, Tony tore his mouth out from under Gibbs'. "Fuck!" he roared as he threw back his head with his eyes squeezed shut; his face glowed with ecstasy. "So close, Jethro. So close," he murmured. "Make me cum."

"Not just yet," Gibbs whispered. He slowed his hand down, loosened his grip, and slid down to Tony's waist, and pulled down his sweatpants with one hand. Tony's cock, hard and aroused, sprung out, nearly hitting Gibbs in the face. Gibbs continued with the slow . . . steady . . . pace.

The cool air hit Tony's cock and the hairs on his arms stood straight up. He gasped when he felt Gibbs' lips press against the underside of his cock. "W-what are you doing?"

Sticking out his tongue, Gibbs ran a straight line up the underside of his cock until he reached the head. He swirled the tip of his tongue around it, pushed it slightly into the slit, then pulled out. "If you don't know what I'm doing, then I must be doing it wrong."

The last thing you're doing is doing it wrong, Tony thought. "Are you sure about this?"

In answer, Gibbs swallowed the head of Tony's cock and sucked hard on it while he ran his right hand up and down the length of it, smooth and steady and firm.

"Motherfuck!" Tony nearly cummed right then and there, but miraculously he was able to hold himself back. His body shuddered violently as Gibbs slowly . . . tortuously . . . slid further down his cock, his cheeks hollowing in and out as he sucked, until finally, he had every bit of Tony's cock in his mouth.

His stomach muscles spasmed, and unable to control himself, he threaded his fingers into Gibbs' silver hair and began to push his head even further, his hips rocking off the bed, and even deeper into Gibbs' throat. Tony was sure that any other man would have gagged, but not Gibbs. Nope. All he did was moan in pleasure, suck harder, and gently scrape his teeth over his cock.

Tony was on cloud nine. He was high. He was drunk. He wasn't even on earth, much less in the same universe. It was as though his soul had freed itself from its shell and was just floating around somewhere. His mind was a nice blank sheet of white. He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears, his heart thud against his chest, and his blood was hot beneath his skin and in his veins.

He was dead. Tony couldn't think of a better way to go.

And then . . . he felt a slight squeeze and tug on his balls, and that was the final straw.

Pleasure hit him from all sides and angles, his back arched completely off the bed, and he pushed hard on the back of Gibbs' head until Tony felt his nose pushing into his groin, and he felt his balls tighten and then unloaded himself at the very back of Gibbs' throat. He yelled loud and long as he thrust his hips up one last time.

Gibbs swallowed it all, sucking on Tony's cock and instead of how many licks does it take . . . it was how many sucks does it take to swallow down all of Tony's cum.

Apparently, it took a lot.

And Gibbs didn't stop until Tony's cock became flaccid and allowed it to slip out from between his lips. He crawled up Tony's prone body, and kissed him deep and hard on the lips, bruising them. He thrust his tongue inside of Tony's mouth, and Tony moaned as he tasted himself.

Gibbs slid his mouth away from Tony's and began a trail of kisses to his ear, whispering, "I win."

Tony opened his mouth to say something, but his brain wasn't working right, words weren't coming out of his mouth, just unintelligible sounds, and his eyes were heavy with sleep. His body still riding on the aftershocks of his earth shattering climax, felt alive but worn and tired at the same time.

He managed: "Tired." And then fell promptly into a deep sleep.

Tony woke up with the left side of his face smashed into the pillow and his mouth open, a small spot of saliva dampened the pillow and he could feel the wet clamminess of it on his cheek.

What the fuck? Did he fall asleep again after coming back upstairs? What the hell happened?

It was the sudden shift of the bed from a body turning that had Tony flashing his eyes open and start his heart to thud erratically in his chest.

Gibbs' face, his eyes closed, laid mere inches from his own.

Gibbs sucked me off. I fucked his mouth. We had sex. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. It became a mantra in his head as he silently cursed himself.

And he'd fallen asleep! What the hell happened-Oh, God, the best goddamn climax that he had ever had in his life had happened, that's what. It was so good that it caused him to blackout, just mere moments after the fact . . . and Gibbs, Gibbs didn't get a turn . . .

Leering at Gibbs' body, Tony trailed his eyes down toward the waist, but saw no tent in the covers.

Tony sighed.

"You'll make up for it."

Tony jerked at the sound of Gibbs' voice. "How the hell do you do that?" he asked. "How the hell do you always seem to know what I'm thinking?"

Gibbs shrugged a shoulder. "I know you. End of story."

"But you were asleep, and then you weren't, and then you . . ."

Tony was cut off mid sentence by the pressing of Gibbs' lips to his own. The kiss was soft and gentle, just meant to shut Tony up for a few moments. It worked because when Gibbs lifted his mouth, Tony sighed and a pleased smile curved his lips.

"Nice," he murmured.

"Just nice?" Gibbs asked.

"Hmmm," Tony drawled out in the back of his throat, his eyes still closed. "Very nice."

Gibbs chuckled. "You're a hard man to please, DiNozzo." He propped himself up on his right elbow, pushing Tony over onto his back with his left hand, and then leaned over him until his mouth was a mere breath away. He gazed into Tony's now open eyes. He could feel Tony's warm breath hit his face. "It's a good thing that I'm a patient man." Gibbs pulled away from Tony's mouth.

One of Tony's hands was suddenly at the back of Gibbs' head, his fingers threading through the silver hair, pushing down hard. "Well, I'm not a patient man," he growled as he yanked Gibbs' mouth down to his, crushing their lips together, nipping at the bottom lip, bruising both their mouths.

Tony wanted to be in charge, and Gibbs let him. He knew that Tony needed to show him that just because he was out of commission for the moment, didn't mean that he couldn't take charge. And as much of an Alpha as he was, Gibbs did enjoy giving control over sometimes . . . as long as it was the right person. And Tony . . . he was the right person in every way.

Lifting his mouth from Gibbs, Tony kissed down his throat and to his clavicle. He grazed his teeth over the skin, and smiled as he nipped harder when he felt Gibbs' body tremble with desire. He moved one hand from the back of Gibbs' head down to his waist and pulled him harder onto him. He loved the feeling of Gibbs' weight on him. He felt safe and protected.

He moved back to Gibbs' mouth, and brushed his lips across the other man's. He whispered: "You're right. I will make up for it." Tony felt the grumble in Gibbs chest against his own, and he smirked. "But not right now. Right now, I want food."

Gibbs sighed and rolled off of Tony. He ran a hand roughly over his face. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that right?"

Tony turned his head and looked over at Gibbs. God, he thought, how I love this man. He had for such a long time, and now that he knew how Tony felt and that he felt the same way, everything was so close to falling into place. All of Tony's dreams, dreams that he hadn't accepted he wanted until Gibbs had told him that he wanted him, were so close to becoming reality.

But you don't know if he loves you. If he doesn't love you, then it's useless to feel this way. Patience, Tony, patience. You said you weren't a patient man, but now would be a damn good time to learn to be. "No. I'm going to be your reason to live." He pecked Gibbs lips as the man looked at him in shock. "And you're going to be mine." He threw the covers off his legs and stood beside the bed. "Now, I'm hungry. So what d'ya say about you and me fixing some breakfast?"

Shaking his head as though he were shaking away the shock that had paralyzed him by what Tony had said, Gibbs stood and walked toward Tony who now stood by the door. He linked his arms around Tony's waist, being very mindful of his right side, and kissed his temple.

Surprised by the sweetness of the kiss, much sweeter than any Tony had or given before, he opened his mouth to say something but closed it and remained silent.

"Come on," Gibbs pushed him out the door. "Let me get some food in you before you die of starvation," he teased. "As big as you are, I wouldn't know what to do with your body, if you did."

Tony laughed as they made their way downstairs.

"Knowing you, I'm sure you'd find some way to get rid of me quickly and quietly." He paused. "And I'd never be found, either."

Gibbs snuck a side glance at Tony. "Don't piss me off, and you'll never have to worry about it."

"But I piss you off on a regular basis . . ." Tony mumbled.

Gibbs chuckled. "I know."

It was while Tony and Gibbs were sitting beside each other on the couch, finishing their breakfast of cereal and coffee, that there was a knock on the door, and then a "Jethro?"

"In here, Duck," he called out.

The front door was closed, and a few moments later, Ducky walked into the living room. He smiled when he saw Gibbs and Tony sitting together on the couch. "Anthony, my boy, how good it is to see you," he declared. "How are you feeling?"

Tony grinned as he set the empty cereal bowl down on the coffee table. "Good to see you, too, Ducky." He shook the medical examiner's outstretched hand. "And I feel fine. There's a little pain, but it's manageable."

"Are you taking your pain medication?"

Tony opened his mouth to speak, but Gibbs, who stood to take his and Tony's bowls and put them in the kitchen sink, interjected: "He took one yesterday before he went to sleep and that's it. And he only took it because I threatened him that I would keep him anchored behind his desk until his hair went gray-" Gibbs paused and smirked, knowing what he was about to say would get under Tony's skin-"or he lost it all, whichever comes first, even when he's given the clear."

His green eyes flashing with anger, Tony pointed an accusing finger at Gibbs' back, yelling as he went into the kitchen: "You play dirty, Jethro. You play real dirty."

Gibbs walked back into the living room, folded his arms across his chest, smirking as he leaned against the frame between the living room and the kitchen. "I thought you already knew that, DiNozzo." His blue eyes glinted with mischief. "Of course if you didn't, you do now. I think you got just the right taste this morning of just how dirty I can 'play'.

Tony blushed.

Ducky's lips twitched and his brows raised slightly. He didn't know what happened this morning, and quite frankly, he didn't think he really wanted to know, but whatever happened, he could tell that it had shifted Jethro and Anthony's relationship-and for the better.

"Well, as I said I would, I'm here to check and see how you're doing, Anthony." He turned and looked over at Gibbs. "Jethro, do you by chance have any tea?"

Gibbs shook his head. "No, but I'll go out and get some while you look over Tony."

"Oh, you don't have to do that, Jethro . . ."

Gibbs pushed away from the door frame. "Asking me for tea, is your way of politely asking me to get lost. I don't have tea, which you know I don't. Nonetheless, I'll go get you some tea and get lost for a little bit."

Ducky smiled. "You know me well, Jethro."

Gibbs rolled his eyes as he went upstairs to change.

Ducky sat in the chair away from the couch, crossing his leg, entwining his fingers together and laying them on top of his knees. He smiled at Tony, but said nothing.

Tony furrowed his brow in confusion, but took Ducky's lead and said nothing. When Gibbs came back downstairs, he watched as Gibbs grabbed the car keys, and couldn't help but grin when he tossed him a look that said be good, and informing them that he would be back in a bit, and left.

It was only then when Ducky finally opened his mouth and said, "It is nice to see that you and Jethro are not at each other's throats."

Well, Tony thought, it's according to what you mean by 'at each other's throats'. "It's only been a couple of days, I haven't had time to work my magic and get on his nerves just yet. Right now he's treating me as though I might break." Which is really damn annoying.

"Do you think that you might break?"

"No. My side hurts a little, yes, but it's not nearly as bad as Dr. Hepburn said it would be. I guess I just got lucky. Of course, you can't tell Jethro that I feel fine and that he can touch me-" Tony froze as he realized what he had said. Oh, shit.

Ducky chuckled at the frightened look on Tony's face. "There is no need to worry, my boy. I already know all about how Jethro feels about you." He spread his hands. "Of course, I didn't know until now how you in return felt about him."

Tony swallowed nervously. "Y-you knew that Jeth-that Gibbs has feelings for me?" He paused. "How long have you known about his feelings?"

"Hmm. A while now."

"How long is 'a while'?"

A corner of the medical examiner's mouth turned up slightly. "When we learned about your assignment with Dr. Benoit. Jethro, to say the least wasn't very . . . happy about it; and that's not taking into account that Director Shepard went behind his back about you doing that assignment."

Tony set further back into the couch. "Well, technically she didn't go behind his back . . ."

"In Jethro's mind, she did." Ducky paused. "It was then, that I knew that Jethro felt something more for you than just friendship. At first, I thought it was him looking out for you as he would a son-" Ducky couldn't help but laugh when he saw the look of disgust on Tony's face. Oh, yes, he thought, something most definitely did happen to shift their relationship-"but then I realized as time went on that that was not the case at all."

Tony bit his tongue to stop himself from asking the question that he desperately needed an answer to. Instead, he said, "But you never guessed that I felt the same way-that I had feelings for him, too?"

Ducky shook his head. "Surprisingly, I did not. You hid your emotions very well. If you do not mind me asking, and you do not have to answer if you do not wish to, but how long have you felt the way you do toward Jethro?"

Thinking for a moment, Tony chewed on his bottom lip. "A while. It took me a couple of years to realize just what it was that I felt about him, but it took me even longer to accept the feelings, and accept the fact that they weren't going anywhere, no matter what I did or what he did for that matter." Tony sighed and ruffled the hair at the back of his head. "Never before have I had any interest in men. Don't get me wrong, I see nothing wrong with the fact if you are gay or whatever, and men have flirted with me before and just because I can't resist, I've flirted back with them but they've always known that I'm doing it in fun, that I don't have any interest in them." He let out a long and shaky breath. "So when I finally realized just what it was that I was feeling toward Jethro, it freaked me out. A lot."

Tony didn't speak for a few moments, and seeing that he needed some encouragement to continue, Ducky said, "That is very understandable."

"Yeah, well, I knew what I was feeling was being felt in vain because of course Leroy Jethro Gibbs wouldn't feel the same way about me as I did him, so I hid my feelings. And obviously I did a good job. Sometimes, if I tried hard enough, I could even make myself forget that I was in love with him. Of course, that never lasted long."

Tony rubbed roughly at his eyes. "And yes, I do realize that I just told you I was in love with Jethro, and yes, I meant to do that because I needed to tell someone because I'm tired of keeping it bottled up inside of me. And now that I know that Jethro does have feelings for me-of just what kind, I don't know-it's become even harder for me not to just blurt everything out to him." He looked over at Ducky, his eyes green eyes shining with tears. "I don't want to lose him now that I've finally, finally, got him. I don't want to scare him away."

Ducky rose from the chair and went to sit down beside Tony. He patted the young man's knee. "Anthony, my boy, everything what you feel is understandable, but I feel as though you are not giving enough credit to Jethro-credit that he rightfully deserves; he's a good man. He will not run for the hills if you tell him how you feel."

"Then you do think I should tell him?"

"I think you should tell him when you are ready and when you know that it's the right time to do so. Do not rush things, do not second guess yourself, and do not assume that he doesn't feel the same way about you. Assuming things is what ruins relationships."

Tony sighed. "How will I know when it's the right time to tell him? When will I know I'm ready?"

"You just will. Trust me." Ducky paused at the sound of an engine cutting off and a car door being slammed. "Now, I do believe Jethro is back with my tea." He arose from the couch and made his way toward the kitchen to prepare for the tea, but stopped and looked back at Tony. "The best advice I can give you, Anthony, is to be patient . . . be patient with yourself and with Jethro. Eventually, everything will fall into place as they are meant to fall in."

Tony watched as Ducky continued in the kitchen, and then smiled as he saw the door open and Gibbs walk inside. Gibbs grinned at Tony and rolled his eyes as he informed Ducky that he had his tea.

Be patient, Tony thought as he gazed after Gibbs retreating back. I can do that. For him, and for me.

If he wanted them to work and to become a "them" with Gibbs, then he had to be patient.

Of course, patience is a virtue.