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Gibbs sat at the bar in a hole in the wall rat trap of a bar slash pool hall, nursing his drink. The bartender had threatened to cut him off already, so he wasn't in any hurry to finish his drink. His life was in shambles, and the bartender cared about his drinking too much. He didn't have a job, and his family was gone. Up until a month ago, his life was perfect. He had a loving wife, a perfect daughter, and a career he loved; what more could a man ask for but that. A month later all of it was gone. The only thing he had left was an empty house and a career an injury was forcing him out.
Raised voices near the pool tables drew him out of his morose thoughts. His gaze flew to the table closest to his position. A young man with brown hair was arguing with a man twice his size and twice his age. The kid wasn't small, but he was in danger of being pummeled by the other guy. The big man also had friends, and the kid appeared to be alone. Gibbs listened for a moment to see if the boy could talk his way out of the situation.
"Look, mister, I won, fair and square."
"You cheated," the man snapped.
"How would I cheat at pool?" the kid asked.
"I want my money back."
"No, it's mine. We made a bet. I won; you lost. I'm leaving," the kid said as he tried to push past the older man.
"Fine, keep the money; we could call it payment," the man said as he grabbed his crotch in an obscene gesture.
"I'm not that kind of guy and certainly not on the first date," the boy replied with a saucy grin and a wink.
Gibbs saw the tension the kid was trying to hide. The man grabbed the boy's arm and started to haul him towards the entrance of the bar. "Fuck," Gibbs swore under his breath, he couldn't let the kid get hurt or raped by those men. He stood and followed them towards the door, pulling his knife, he said in a low growly voice, "leave him alone."
"None of your business. Fuck off," the large guy said. Gibbs decided to nickname him stupid.
"Not gonna happen. Let the kid go, he beat you, like he said fair and square."
"Sure thing, right after I get what I want. He has a pretty mouth, don't you think."
The anger that had been below the surface came boiling to the surface. It radiated off him in waves, forcing Stupid's friends to back off and abandon their companion. Stupid, wasn’t as observant; faster than a snake, Gibbs had the big lug pushed up against the wall of the bar near the door with his knife pressing lightly into his Adam's apple. "Want to rethink that?" Gibbs asked with a sneer. The man swallowed, and Gibbs could feel a slight movement pushing his knife.
"Sure, keep the money, kid. You're right you won, like you said, fair and square."
"Better. Now, get the fuck out of my sight," Gibbs said as he pushed the man through the door. When he was sure the man was gone, he took the kid's hand and dragged him from the bar.
"Hey, as I said, I'm not that kind of guy," the boy said tugging against Gibbs' hold.
"I'm sure you're not, but I think it would be smart to get the hell out of that dive. I don't want those guys to come back with guns or more people," Gibbs said rolling his eyes at the boy.
"Oh, that makes sense. Um… Thanks for the rescue. My name's Tony, by the way."
"Gi…," Gibbs started, but something held him back from saying his last name. Shannon had called him Gibbs; she had also called him Gunny and Jethro. He couldn't see letting anyone call him those names again. No, that wasn't right either, it wasn't just anyone; it was this kid. He didn't want Tony to call him any of those names, and Leroy just smacked of his father. He couldn't think of the man right then, "Lee, my name's Lee."
"Um, Lee, my car is over there. You need a life?" Tony asked.
Gibbs thought about it; he had walked to the bar from his motel, "Yeah, I could. Thanks."
Tony pulled them towards a beat up old rust bucket of a car, at least that was what Gibbs thought it was until he reached it; turned out Tony had a rusted-out Mustang Bullitt.
"I know she doesn't look like much, but she sounds just like new."
Gibbs was shocked when Tony started the car, and it did sound good, "been working on fixing the car?"
"Yeah, I couldn't resist her. I got a great deal on her, too. Someday I plan on getting her painted the original green, just like in the movie," Tony replied dreamily.
"What movie?" Gibbs asked.
"Oh, come on, Lee, you have to know what movie this car is famous for?"
"Nope. Not much for movies," Gibbs said keeping a straight face.
"Steve McQueen… Bullitt?"
"Never heard of it," Gibbs said shrugging, but his lips twitched up, giving himself away.
"You jerk," Tony said laughing. "Where am I dropping you?" Tony asked.
"Motel… three blocks down."
"Okay," Tony said driving towards their destination.
As Tony pulled into the motel parking lot, Gibbs asked, "Why were you there, Tony?"
"Wanted to play pool. Didn't think I would run into trouble. I've played there before and never had a problem," Tony said shrugging.
"Shouldn't you be asking pretty girls out on dates instead of playing pool in some hole in the wall bar?"
"You have to have money to take girls out on dates, Lee."
"Is that what you were doing there? Making money?" Gibbs demanded.
"On pool, Lee, not with sex. I'm not a fucking hustler."
"I'm sorry, Tony, you are just a kid. Why aren't your parents helping you?"
"Why do you care?" Tony asked.
"Don't like to see a kid in trouble," Gibbs said.
"I'm not a kid."
"How old are you?" Gibbs asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Twenty-one," Tony replied.
"Try again," Gibbs snorted.
"Fine, eighteen," Tony said rolling his eyes and huffing at Lee.
"Well at least you are legal, and I'm not going to go to jail for sitting in the same car as you."
"What?" Tony asked confused.
Gibbs nodded towards the motel office where the night manager was watching them. "Probably thinks I'm bringing you back here to fuck."
"Oh," Tony said blushing. "Um, not that I'm opposed to the idea, but I think I want to get to know you better before I let you into my pants."
"I didn't mean… I… what the fuck?" Gibbs stuttered.
"What? I'd like to get to know you better. Take me out on a date," Tony said placing his warm hand on the back of Gibbs' neck and pulling the man, so their lips were just a hairs breath away.
"I'm too old for you," Gibbs tried feeling desire pooling in his belly.
"How old are you, Lee?" Tony asked breathily.
"Twenty-seven," Gibbs said.
"Only nine years older. I can live with it if you can, Lee," Tony said moving in to kiss Lee.
Gibbs lost all coherent thought as Tony's lips touched his. Tony could kiss, and he kissed Gibbs into a stupor.
"So, where are you going to take me tomorrow night, Lee?" Tony asked as he pulled back just enough to speak. Their faces were still close.
"Not from around here. Not sure what would be good," Gibbs whispered.
"Mm, my choice then, I'll pick you up at seven thirty," Tony said as he moved in again to kiss Gibbs.
"You don't even know my name, Tony."
"So, what's your name?" Tony asked huskily.
"Le… Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
"So, everyone calls you Lee?" Tony said smiling trying not to hum the theme to The Beverly Hillbillies.
"No, only you, Tony," Gibbs said.
"I'm special then?" Tony asked.
"Yeah, you are."
"Good. See you tomorrow, babe," Tony said leaving a confused and turned on Gibbs in his wake.
Babe? What the hell had Gibbs just committed too? Gibbs entered his room, he sat on the bed and put his head in his hands; that kid was dangerous. For a moment, Gibbs contemplated leaving right then, but something in his gut said to stay and see where things went with Tony. Gibbs pushed himself off the bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower and jerk off to thoughts of Tony.