Title: IT STARTED WITH A KISS
Type: Two-part
Pairing: Tony/Gibbs
Genre: Humor, Romance, Friendship
Rating: M

Summary: Spin-off to ytteb's story; 'The logic of DiNozzo'. Should probably read that first. In 'unusual' circumstances Tony kisses Gibbs - why did he do it ... and what happens next? Tony/Gibbs slash.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own NCIS

A/N The moment I've read 'The Logic of DiNozzo' by ytteb, my mind thought of other possibilities and I asked the author to allow me to continue, but in my way. The author suggested I do a spin-off. (Meaning slash in my book. *grin* )

So, what if Tony had ulterior motives when he went to Gibbs' house and made his startling suggestion? What might really be going on through Gibbs' mind? What will be the fallout of that night?

Well... here is my take on the basic idea.

Some of the flashback is from ytteb's story, and some I've taken in a rather different direction.

I don't really remember the end of season ten, and I still haven't watched season eleven. Anyway, the events in this story happen about a month later. Gibbs, and everyone else are back.

WARNING: SLASH

*DiNozzo&Gibbs*

Tony was confused. He was feeling like that for a month now, and it was driving him crazy. He wasn't only confused, no, he felt dread as well. Because if what he thought was the truth, he was a dead man. He would be sent to Alaska or fired from NCIS. He wasn't worried about being jobless, hell, he had offers from every agency in the alphabet soup and wider. No, the problem with those two options was that he wouldn't see his friends, his family, every day anymore. And that thought broke his heart.

/

He was still, some days, in awe how he stayed in one place for this long. Over ten years. Usually, his MO was leaving after two years, but after he followed Gibbs from Baltimore, things changed. He changed. He felt like he belonged here, an that he found his home.

True, there were times he thought of leaving, when he got his heart hurt, when he felt broken, but somehow, he couldn't find the will to do so. And so, he stayed.

/

However, there was also a third option. He would kill him. No questions asked. That is, if he came clean, which he suspected he would have to do any day now, judging by his glares. Sometimes worried, but usually pissed glares that he send his way.

Tony knew he was acting out of character, confusing and making his co-workers, no, friends, glance his way every now and then, but he couldn't help it. He was unusually silent, and not knowingly, sometimes had a lost look on his face that drove everyone crazy. He was troubled, they all could see that. But, they knew if they pushed for answers, Tony would balk away. They knew, Gibbs especially, it was best, for everyone's sake, to let Tony deal with, what ever was bothering him, alone.

/

Everything was fine before that night. HE was fine before that night. His mind replayed how everything started.

First, he kissed McGee. In the bullpen. Thankfully, no one was around, and to, whoever was watching the security camera, it would look like he was just messing with McGee, like always. Anyway, he kissed him... on the side of his head. Then, he kissed Ziva. On the forehead. They were working on a case that led them into the woods. Alone for a short two minutes, he asked her will she allow him to kiss her. At her raised eyebrow, he told her where. Shrugging her shoulders, she gave him permission.

It was their last case together, before they turned their badges to the Director, and he wanted to show them how much he appreciated their friendship. Then, he kissed Abby, Ducky and even Palmer. After all, they were a part of the team, a part of their dysfunctional family. They deserved a goodbye kiss. Although, he was used to giving Abby kisses. From the, almost, very beginning. They bonded when he saved Gibbs' life, taking a bullet for the older men.

When Abby found out, she rushed to the hospital, and announced that from that day he was her brother, and that she will always be there for him. All that accompanied with kisses and hugs. True, during the years they had an 'off' moments, but the brother/sister relationship was always there. Secure. Constant.

/

After surprising Ducky and Palmer, he went to a bar for'liquor courage', then walked down the steps in Gibb's basement, mumbling something about how he found a pattern in things. If he was honest with himself, and he was only that when he was drunk, he would admit he was confused for a looong time, and that kissing McGee and Ziva, kissing Abby, Ducky and Palmer, was just a ruse for ending up there.

He wanted to kiss Gibbs. Wanted to do it for a looooong time.

When he was sober, he lived in denial.

/

And so, there he was, overly cheerful, the shot of Bourbon he drank before coming here gave him the courage he needed. And he had a perfect excuse if Gibbs reacted by throwing him out of his house and his life, he could blame the alcohol. Walking down the stairs, carrying Kung Pao chicken he brought with him, he tried to hide his nervousness, but he had a feeling Gibbs saw right through him.

After the late dinner, they sat there in the silence for additional ten minutes, then Tony blurted.

''You know how I see pattern in things?''

It was not an original, probably not even a smart start, but at least it was a start. He had to go through this. Tonight. He had nothing to lose. Tomorrow, he would hand his badge and who knows what would happen in the future. Where he would end up. When, or if, he would ever see Gibbs again. He was feeling optimistically when Gibbs nodded and gave him a 'Yeah' to continue. In his usual blabbing self, he started again.

''So, there's been a pattern over the last few days.'' Another 'Yeah' from Gibbs, but this time, he thought the older man sounded a bit cheerful. ''So...don't say or do anything before I'm finished, okay?'' Tony asked, feeling how his palms started to sweat, and he wiped them over his pants.

Gibbs' eyebrow went up, looking at his nervous SFA, but then he nodded his consent.

''Okay...So, here's what happened. I...I...I kissed McGee! In a totally manly, heterosexual way. On his head. Well, on the side, about here.'' He added quickly, pointing to the position on his own head.

Tony could swear he saw something flash in Gibbs' eyes, but it was gone in a matter of a second. 'Maybe I just imagined it.' Tony thought, after a moment, then started babbling again.

''And then, I kissed Ziva. In a gesture of friendship. On the forehead.'' He continued with his plan, again pointing the spot on his own head. This time, he was certain there was a flick of anger in Gibbs' eyes, and his 'Yeah' sounded menacing. It gave him hope. ''I also kissed Abby, Ducky and Palmer. On the cheek!'' He rushed, seeing anger boiling in Gibbs' eyes. ''You see, we're handing our badges tomorrow, and I wanted to show how much I love them. How I thought of them as my family. I mean, who knows when, or if, we'll see each other again.''

''I understand, Tony. But, please reconsider about turning your badge. This is my mess. It's not fair...'' Gibbs said, thinking the young man was done, since the silence stretched after his last words. He was proven wrong when Tony cut him off in the middle of the sentence.

''Not done yet, Gibbs. And we are doing it. We are a team. Your mess is our mess. You should've know that by now.'' Tony said, glaring at Gibbs, then remembered the reason he was there in the first place. ''Anyway, that is not what I wanted to talk about.''

''So, what is, then?''

''Errr.'' Tony said, once again wiping his palms against his pants in a very nervous gesture. He knew he was stalling, and the more he stalled, the more nervous he became. And receiving only one word from the older man, every time he stopped and cast a look at him, wasn't very encouraging.

''So, like I said, It's a pattern. So... And it might be a sign.''

''Yeah?'' Gibbs asked, then went to add, because even to him, he sounded like a dimwit. ''A sign of what?''

''ThatIshouldkissyoutoo!'' Those six words came out as one.

/

Gibbs stared at his Senior Field Agent in shock. No, he couldn't have just heard what he thought. Tony wanted to kiss him? He looked closely at the fidgeting, and now blushing, man, trying to see how drunk he was, but other than the slight scent of Bourbon, Tony didn't seem wasted. A bit drunk yes, but not wasted.

He didn't know how to respond to that. Just kept staring in shock at the blushing young man sitting in front of him. He could tell him no, send him to the guest room Tony always occupied when he overslept here, but...

Yes, there was a but.

Deep down, he wanted it. He wanted to feel those lips on him. Wanted for a long time. He wasn't sure when exactly his feelings for the young man changed, but they did. He was jealous hearing Tony talking about his dates, his conquests. Hell, he was jealous even now, hearing about the friendly kisses Tony told him about. Before he could change his mind, he answered.

''Okay.''

He felt a bit of satisfaction seeing how he managed to throw Tony completely of guard.

/

It was now Tony's turn to stare dumbfounded. Did Gibbs just say 'okay'? He had to be sure.

''Ummm... Did you just say okay?'' He asked the question that twirled through his mind. ''Are you sure? Of course you're sure. You're Gibbs. You never say anything you don't mean.'' He started blabbering again.

''Tony.'' Gibbs spoke, stopping the young man. ''Come here.'' He added, standing up.

Nervously, Tony stood up as well and took a step toward the silver-haired man, standing in front of him, blushing like a girl on her first date.

''Ummmm...On the cheek. If that's okay with you?'' He asked and Gibbs nodded his acceptance.

Tony slowly moved his head forward, their eyes locked, unable to break the eye contact. He wasn't prepared for the shiver that ran through his whole body when his lips touched Gibbs' skin. He wasn't prepared how his whole body suddenly felt alive...burning with need. How his cock instantly grew hard. But, most of all, he certainly wasn't prepared for the shock when he realized that instead of Gibbs' cheek, he kissed his mouth.

He lowered his hands off Gibbs' shoulders (how in the world that happened?), and not knowing what to do, he took the easy way out. He ran away.

In his haste departure, he failed to notice the semi-dazed look in Gibbs' eyes, or how the silver-haired man touched his lips with his finger.

/

He returned to reality when he felt a head slap delivered from the man he was just thinking of.

''Stop day-dreaming and get back to work.'' Gibbs ordered, on his way for his fourth cup of coffee.

''Yes, Boss. Right away, Boss.'' Tony replied, rubbing the back of his head, then glanced at his lap. 'Traitor.' He said inwardly to his hard cock.

He had a problem. A big problem. Because of that night when the kiss happened, the only time his dick came alive was when he was thinking of Gibbs, or when he was near him. And he didn't know what to do.

He tried everything. He dated a lot since then, hell, he even watched porn, something he hadn't done since he was eighteen, but it was like his dick was dead. He was too young to have a sexual crisis, for heaven's sake!

When he was unable to perform for the first time, his excuse was that he was too tired, but when it happened for the second, third, forth, fifth and so on, he got worried. Then, one night after a disaster evening with a beautiful woman he met in a bar, lying alone in his bed, thinking how his life couldn't get any worse, his mind drifted to a certain silver-haired Marine with piercing blue eyes. He practically jumped out of the bed when he realized he was touching his, suddenly, rock hard cock.

He knew then, without a shadow of doubt, what the problem was, but he didn't want to admit it.

A/N So, this is the end of part one. Hope you liked it, even though part of the flashback belongs to ytteb. Anyway, thank you for reading and please let me know your thoughts. :)