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Leroy Jethro Gibbs cast his line into the freezing water, his waders barely keeping out the cold. He worked the fly reel adeptly, teasing the fish with the promise of a juicy fly that may or may not have a hook in it. How’d they know? Beside him was his longtime friend, Tobias Fornell, who was having a much harder time with his line.

“Damn it, Jethro, why are we out here in this cold ass water at 6am?!” Tobias complained.
“Relaxing. Just get into a rhythm. You’ll forget how cold it is after a while. Just, concentrate.” Gibbs countered.

Tobias grumbled and kept trying, and failing, to cast his line as gracefully as Gibbs. He didn’t even like fly fishing but it seemed to make Gibbs happy, so he decided to give it a try. Now all he wanted was to be in bed, buried in blankets and sleeping in. It was Sunday, for God’s sake! After more failures, Tobias grabbed his gear and turned to march out of the cold river.

“Giving up already, Tobias?” Gibbs questioned with a mischievous grin.
“Yes! I’m cold, I’m wet, and I can’t figure this damn thing out. Have fun freezing!” Tobias growled back.
“Quitter.” Gibbs teased.

With that, Tobias shoved Gibbs into the freezing water.

“FORNELL!!!” Gibbs shouted. These days he only used Tobias’ last name when he was mad.
“Serves you right! I’m going back to bed!” Fornell replied, making his way to the cabin they now shared.

Tobias tossed off his waders and all until he was only in his boxer briefs. He climbed into the cushy king sized bed and buried himself in the blankets. Gibbs stomped in, soaked from head to toe and threw his waders and the rest of his wet clothes onto the floor.

“Don’t leave all your wet shit on the floor!” Tobias demanded.
“Eat me, Tobias. I’m taking a shower.” Gibbs grumbled back.
“Fine!” Tobias countered.
“FINE!” Gibbs shouted back as he cranked the shower temperature until it was nearly scalding hot.

Tobias tried and failed to go back to sleep. He tossed and turned unable to find a position that would lead him to his much needed slumber. Gibbs appeared from the bathroom clad in nothing but a towel around his waist, and Tobias turned on purpose to make it apparent to Gibbs that he wasn’t looking. Gibbs slid off the towel and crawled into bed.

“You’ve been a VERY bad boy, Tobias…” Gibbs purred.
“Not in the mood.” Tobias replied flatly.
“Thought you were cold?” Gibbs countered.
“Yeah, and because of it I can’t go back to sleep!” Tobias whined.
“I can warm you right up.” Gibbs whispered in Tobias’ ear, making him shiver.

Gibbs grabbed Tobias’ face, kissing him gently. Tobias melted into his touch. Gibbs knew just how to get his way, and Tobias was utterly helpless. He returned the kiss with more passion, biting Gibbs’ lower lip hard.

“Ouch!” Gibbs snipped, “You’re gonna pay for that!”
“Bring it on, then!” Tobias teased.

Gibbs turned him until he was on his back, spread his legs and began to grind his growing hardness against Tobias’. The friction was far from enough, and all Tobias could do was whimper and mewl as Gibbs captured his lips in fevered kisses and kept grinding.

“Jethro, I need…I need…I need MORE!” Tobias pleaded.
“Nuh-uh. I’m punishing you.” Gibbs retorted with a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin.
“You are an evil, EVIL man!” Tobias teased, gripping Gibbs’ ass to at least pull him closer. This shattered the last of Gibbs’ resolve.

Gibbs slid down Tobias’ body placing chaste kisses on his skin until he reached his boxer briefs. He slid them down and tossed them aside, spitting into the palm of his hand and beginning to stroke Tobias’ length with his hand. Tobias’ head flung backward on his stack of pillows and he groaned softly. Gibbs sped up his strokes causing Tobias’ hips to thrust upward. Gibbs shoved him back down wordlessly and kept working Tobias’ shaft until he knew he was close. Then he stopped.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Tobias complained. He ached for release and he knew that Gibbs knew it.
“You’re going to repay me for that shove. Get the lube out of the drawer.” Gibbs commanded.
“You think you’re topping me right now? Ha! That’s funny.” Tobias retorted wryly.
“I mean it, Tobias. Lube, now.” Gibbs commanded evenly.

Tobias knew Gibbs was deadly serious, so he rolled over to get their cherished (and well-used) bottle of Gun Oil from the bedside drawer. He tossed it at Gibbs’ chest and rolled back onto his back. Gibbs poured a generous amount onto his hand and stroked himself which made Tobias shudder. Now he actually WANTED Gibbs inside of him. He wasn’t going to let on, so he kept a steely face as Gibbs brushed his cock past Tobias’ entrance. Tobias hips bucked all on their own like he was some bitch in heat. He was angry that his body was betraying him, but before he could think about it long, Gibbs was fully sheathed inside of him. Tobias let out a loud moan at the swift and sudden, but not unwelcome, intrusion and before long Gibbs was pounding in and out of him, kissing him madly. Their shared moans and groans filled the tiny cabin and Tobias gripped and clawed at Gibbs’ back desperately.

“Fuck, Jethro! Don’t stop!” Tobias pleaded.
“You feel so good, Toby…so tight…” Gibbs sighed as he kept up his pounding, relentless rhythm.
“You feel amazing, Jethro…So fucking huge…OH FUCK!” Tobias screamed as Gibbs angled himself just right to hit that spot he never knew existed before Jethro. Gibbs began to gasp as his orgasm overtook him and he spilled every drop into Tobias. He laid on top of Tobias for a moment, catching his breath. He wasn’t a young man anymore and the exertion took a little bit of a toll on him. Finally he rolled over onto his back, still gasping and grinning, tossing Tobias the Gun Oil.

“Your turn.” he said softly. Tobias grinned wickedly and slathered his aching cock with the lube. He threw Gibbs’ legs over his shoulders and slid into him slowly.

“You goddamned tease! Give it all to me!” Gibbs demanded. Tobias smiled, kissing Gibbs feverishly and bottoming out in one smooth motion.

“Fuck! Yes, Toby!” Gibbs cried out as Tobias worked in and out of him slow and deep. He was close, and he wanted this to last. He worked his hips adeptly as he swallowed Gibbs’ every moan with deep, passionate kisses. Gibbs pressed his forehead to Tobias’ as their bodies worked in unison, Tobias thrusting deep and Gibbs’ hips canting upward to meet him, thrust for thrust. It wasn’t long until Tobias exploded inside of Gibbs, almost growling from his powerful climax.

Tobias rolled over to his side of the bed and it was his turn to recover. Gibbs chuckled deep in his chest.

“What’s so funny?” Tobias asked, confused.
“Five years of marriage and we’ve still got it.” Gibbs smiled happily.
“Just wait ‘til I hit that ‘seven-year itch’.” Tobias teased, “Then I’m trading you in for a blonde and a Corvette convertible.”
“Uh-huh. You just do that. You’ll be back on my doorstep in less than a month.” Gibbs laughed. “Remember the first time?” he asked.

Oh, Tobias remembered.

He found out where Gibbs was hiding out in Alaska. Naktok Bay. Tobias ached over the loss of Gibbs’ presence. He didn’t know why. They were friends, and he’d even consider them close, but the ache in his core wasn’t over friendship. He was having feelings he’d never experienced before, feelings a man of his age should have had as a much younger man. Hell, maybe he HAD had those feelings before, but just ignored them. All he knew now was that his connection to Gibbs was deeper than he even knew. Next thing he knew he was boarding a plane no bigger than a hot dog headed for Naktok Bay.

He sat in his rental car, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly from nerves that his knuckles were white. Just up over the hill was Gibbs’ quaint little cabin, exactly like Tobias imagined it would look like. How was he going to explain why he was there in the first place? “I just happened to be in the neighborhood.” wasn’t going to work. There were no bad guys to chase or civilians to rescue. Those days were long behind them both. He took in a few deep, cleansing breaths and pulled into Gibbs’ driveway.

Gibbs was in the kitchen cooking up his latest catch, a nice, meaty river trout when he heard the knock on his door. He was shocked to see Tobias shivering on his doorstep.

“Fornell?” Gibbs asked curiously.
“Hey, Gibbs. How-how are you doing?” Tobias asked, mind whirring trying to think of what to say.
“I’m fine. Did one of the team send you to check up on me? I told them all I’m just fine and don't need a babysitter…” Gibbs began a tirade before Tobias interrupted him.
“No, no, nothing like that. I just…wanted to see for myself how you were.”

Gibbs opened the door, then walked back into the kitchen. Tobias stomped the accumulated snow off his boots and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The cabin was toasty warm and it was filled with the delicious smell of Gibbs’ cooking.

“Hey, this is a pretty big fish. You hungry?” Gibbs called from the kitchen. Tobias’ stomach was positively rumbling. He had been too nervous to eat and his body was letting him know he was long overdue for a meal.
“Yeah. Sounds good.” Tobias responded.

Gibbs soon appeared with a glass of whiskey and a plate of delectable looking food as Tobias sat on the couch. Gibbs went back to the kitchen to retrieve his meal and drink, then sat in his huge easy chair. They ate and made small talk, catching up on what one another had been doing since last they’d seen each other.. After their plates were cleaned, Gibbs took them into the kitchen, then returned to his easy chair.

“Level with me, Fornell. I know you’re up to something.” Gibbs probed. Tobias stuttered like a schoolboy still trying to find a good excuse for making a trip so far when a phone call would have sufficed.

“Can’t a guy miss his friend? His…only friend…” Tobias replied, now a little sad.
“I missed you, too, Fornell. You certainly kept my life…interesting.” Gibbs said with a soft, almost wistful smile. All Tobias could think to himself was that he could make Gibbs’ life even MORE interesting, but who was he kidding? Gibbs was as straight as an arrow. If he admitted his feelings he feared he’d alienate his only real friend in the world.
“Tobias?” Gibbs asked, a look of concern on his face.
“This was…this was a mistake, Gibbs. I’m sorry. Thank you for lunch, but I think I’ll be going.” Tobias croaked, his mouth now dry as the Sahara.
“No, no, no.” Gibbs stopped him from standing, forcing him back down on the couch. He sat beside him, and the feeling of Gibbs’ thigh touching Tobias’ nearly sent him swooning. “Alright, Tobias. What is going on with you?”

There it was again…”Tobias”. Gibbs only ever used that name when it was something serious. This made Tobias even more nervous.

“If I tell you, you’ll never see me the same way, Gibbs. You’ll probably never speak to me again, which I’d understand. I can’t even find the words to say it, even if I wanted to.”

Gibbs was deeply concerned at this point. Tobias had never not been able to tell him something, unless it was something all tangled up in FBI red tape.

“You’re not back with the Bureau, are you? I thought you retired?” Gibbs asked.
“I am retired. I’m never going back to that life again. That’s a young man’s game.” Tobias answered.
“Then, tell me.” Gibbs urged, “I’ve never judged you for anything before and I’m not starting now.”

Gibbs’ eyes felt like they were burning a hole into Tobias’ soul as he held his gaze. Then, before Tobias could stop himself,

“I’m in love with you, Jethro!” Tobias gasped in terror as the words shot from his lips. Gibbs moved away for a moment, taking Tobias’ words in silently.
“Okay, now I AM leaving.” Tobias said, trembling.
“Sit down, Tobias.” Gibbs commanded softly. Tobias obeyed, wondering what was going to happen now.
“But…I never even knew you were…into…you know, MEN.” Gibbs spoke evenly.
“Yeah, well, me neither. I guess I’m what the kids call bisexual. I don’t know. All I know is since you left, I’ve felt…empty. I couldn’t take it anymore.” Tobias spoke softly, his eyes glassy, on the verge of tears.
“I’ve missed you, too, Tobias. I’ve had feelings I didn’t know what to do with, either, so…” Gibbs trailed off, looking away, hands fidgeting. Tobias took a leap of faith and took Gibbs’ face into his hands and he placed a tender kiss on Gibbs’ soft lips. Gibbs looked Tobias over, lids heavy and his face full of emotions Tobias couldn’t quite interpret. Gibbs returned the kiss with passion, holding Tobias close. For what seemed like forever, they remained this way, kissing and caressing, just lost in the relief of it all. Feelings they both thought were unrequited now running wild and free.
“I’ve never…with a man.” Gibbs admitted breathlessly.
“Well, neither have I, but…I’ve watched videos.” Tobias admitted, blushing like a naïve kid.
“Then you know more about how things should work than I do.” Gibbs replied with a gentle laugh.

Tobias reached into his duffle bag and brought out a small bottle of Gun Oil. Gibbs' heart pounded against his chest as he knew exactly what it was for.

“Let’s just…take this slow, okay? I don’t know if things are going to hurt, or…who’s gonna do what…” Gibbs choked out.
“No matter what, I’m not hurting you, Jethro. We’ll just see where things go, okay? We’re both out of our depth here.” Tobias reassured him. Gibbs nodded and stood, walking toward his bedroom. Tobias took the hint and followed, still in full panic mode even though things were progressing precisely as he’d hoped they would. Once they had both reached the bedroom, Gibbs started slipping out of his Carhartt shirt. For his age, Gibbs still had an exquisite physique. Without thinking, Tobias licked his lips hungrily. Gibbs pulled him into a searing kiss and worked Tobias out of his coat and sweater, letting them drop to the floor. Now they were skin-to-skin and could feel each other’s racing heartbeats.

“Anytime you want to stop, we can…” Tobias began.
“Tobias? Shut up.” Gibbs demanded, palming Tobias’ bulge. Tobias gasped at the sensation. Even though they both shared a wife, she had never discussed she and Gibbs’ love life or that he could be so…FORWARD. Tobias backed Gibbs up to the bed, pushing him down on it. Then he knelt, not so easily, to the floor and freed Gibbs of his shoes, socks, pants and boxers. Gibbs panted breathlessly as Tobias licked a long stripe down the underside of Gibbs’ dick. Gibbs gasped as Tobias not so gracefully took Gibbs into his mouth. He had never sucked another man’s dick before, so he just tried to do what he liked. What he couldn't fit into his mouth he stroked with his hand. He laved the head of Gibbs’ cock and around the head. Gibbs groaned and moaned, “Tobias…” in barely a whisper. Tobias took this to mean he was doing a good job, so he massaged Gibbs’ balls with his free hand. This made Gibbs tremble and before long, he gripped Tobias' head, pulling him away.

“N-no. Not yet.” Gibbs stuttered. He was close and he wasn’t ready for things to be over yet. He stood, forcing Tobias down on the bed, stripping him of all those pesky clothes that were in the way of what he wanted, tossing them in the pile with his own clothes. He was as inexperienced as Tobias, but decided to give Tobias what he’d given him, working the head of his cock and stroking the shaft, massaging his balls. Tobias was utterly wrecked, whining and gasping, making Gibbs smile, even with his mouth full. It was all too much and Tobias stopped him.
“Come ‘ere.” Tobias commanded. Gibbs complied, as Tobias moved to the center of the bed on his back. Gibbs climbed atop of him, grinding against him, kissing him madly. Tobias scrambled for the Gun Oil that he’d put on the bed and handed it to Gibbs.

“Are…are you sure, Tobias?” Gibbs questioned, concerned.
“Yeah, just…be gentle, okay? Never done this before…but I want to.” Tobias comforted him. Gibbs nodded and popped the cap off of the lube, truly clueless as to what to do, like he was a virgin all over again.
“Start with your fingers.” Tobias instructed, “Let’s see how that goes, first, okay?”
“Yeah, of course.” Gibbs replied softly, coating his first two fingers with the slippery lube. He eased his index finger into Tobias and Tobias hissed from the slightly painful intrusion. Gibbs withdrew his digit.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Jethro. I’m not made of glass, you ain’t breaking me.” Tobias urged. Gibbs laughed softly and replaced the finger inside of Tobias, working it in and out slowly. The pain quickly subsided and Tobias felt a pleasure he’d never dreamed of. “Another!” Tobias pleaded. Gibbs poured more lube on his index and middle fingers and slid them both in as gently as he could. Again, Tobias hissed, but Gibbs forged ahead, stretching Tobias open. Soon, Tobias’ head was tossing and turning, gibberish spewing from his mouth, the only words that could be understood being, “JETHRO!”, “HARDER!” and “FASTER!” Gibbs complied with every demand until Tobias sat up, gripping Gibbs arm.

“I want YOU, Jethro…” Tobias cooed.
“Are you sure?” Gibbs asked gently.
“Yes, I’m fucking sure. PLEASE…” Tobias whined. Gibbs pushed him back down on the bed, coating his hard, aching cock with a copious amount of lube.
“Last chance to change your mind.” Gibbs warned.
“Jethro, you’re KILLING me!” Tobias replied, voice thick with need. Gibbs lined himself up with Tobias' entrance and he slid just the head in at first. Tobias hissed louder than he had from Gibbs’ fingers.
“Don’t stop…” Tobias begged softly. Gibbs nodded and slid slowly into Tobias, letting him adjust to his size until he bottomed out.
“Christ, you’re tight!” Gibbs gasped.
“Yeah, and you’re HUGE…Move!” Tobias ordered.

Gibbs withdrew, then slid into him again, going slowly at first, just relishing the feeling, kissing Tobias tenderly as he moved slowly and deliberately. Tobias wrapped his legs around Gibbs’, digging his heels into Gibbs’ ass, drawing him nearer. Gibbs cried out Tobias’ name prayerfully as they began to move together, Gibbs losing track of where his body ended and Tobias’ began. Before long he felt his end coming rapidly. His hips began to stutter and Tobias legs locked in a grip keeping Gibbs from being able to move away. Gibbs cried out Tobias’ name as he exploded inside of him in stream after stream. It had been so long since he’d been so intimate with anyone, but the fact that it was TOBIAS of all people made this a whole other playing field. Gibbs collapsed on top of Tobias, covering his face in kisses. He rolled over, laying beside Tobias, catching his breath. After a few wordless moments, Gibbs scrambled to grab the Gun Oil, and gently placed it into Tobias’ hand.

“Are you sure?” Tobias asked, jittery and nervous and not expecting this turn of events.
“I want to feel what you felt, Tobias. Seems it’s only fair. Besides, how will I know what I’d like or not like if I don’t try?” Gibbs replied, trying to ease Tobias’ worries.
“Okay…okay…I can do this. Just stop me at any point if it’s too much for you.” Tobias instructed.
“I will, I promise. Just…same goes for you, be gentle, okay?” Gibbs asked softly.
“Of course I will.” Tobias cooed, as he sat back on his haunches, coating his index finger with lube. He eased it into Gibbs who hissed just like he had, but Tobias kept going, knowing now that stopping only made things hurt worse. After Gibbs had adjusted to his index finger, then an added middle finger, Tobias sat back again.
“Ready?” he asked Gibbs. Gibbs nodded emphatically, and Tobias coated his dick with the lube, shivering from anticipation, fumbling the lube bottle drawing a deep chuckle from Gibbs. Tobias laughed and blushed from embarrassment. He put the capped lube aside and spread Gibbs’ legs, lifting them around his waist as he aimed for Gibbs’ virgin hole. He eased into Gibbs, and Gibbs hissed again, but Tobias kept moving, sliding in and out, a little deeper each time until he was fully sheathed inside of Gibbs. He moved slowly, devouring Gibbs’ kiss swollen lips as they moved together.
“Faster!” Gibbs begged. Tobias crooked an eyebrow, but complied. Gibbs’ back arched as Tobias increased his speed by small increments, Gibbs’ moans and growls spurring him on until he was pounding into Gibbs with all of his strength. The sound of skin slapping skin filled Tobias’ ears and soon had him screaming as he poured into Gibbs, the power of his orgasm making him shudder. He eased out of Gibbs, and laid beside him. They both turned to face each other, both feeling a little awkward and unsure of what to do next. They both found themselves laughing, then kissing, and eventually holding one another.

“I…I love you, Leroy Jethro Gibbs…” Tobias said nervously, unsure of where things now stood between them.
“Oh, fucking Hell, Tobias. You don’t think I love you, too? Probably have for longer than I even realize.” Gibbs replied with a soft, loving smile. Tobias was finally able to relax into Gibbs’ embrace.

After about a year of trips back and forth to Alaska (Tobias wouldn’t let Gibbs travel to him. Gibbs’ happiness was in Alaska, and Tobias was, frankly, not happy anywhere Gibbs wasn’t, so he made the trips out to see Gibbs at least twice a month, sometimes three times.) Gibbs sat Tobias down on the couch.

“Are you alright?” Tobias asked Gibbs warily, fearing the worst.
“I’m better now that you’re here.” Gibbs chuckled softly, but he was clearly nervous.
“What’s wrong, Jethro? You can tell me.” Tobias urged.
“You’ve been coming to visit me for about a year…” Gibbs began.
“Yeah, of course I have. I can only stand to be away from you so long.” Tobias confessed.
“Well, I was just, uhm, thinking that…well, maybe we shouldn’t be away from each other for so long anymore.” Gibbs muttered.
“What are you saying, Jethro?” Tobias inquired, confused.
“Well, just…here.” Gibbs stuttered, handing Tobias a small, carved, hinged wooden box made by Gibbs, himself, Tobias wagered. Tobias opened it and inside he found a simple, shining golden band.
“Jethro?” Tobias asked, “What’s this?”
“I’m trying to ask you to marry me, you idiot!” Gibbs teased, clearly shaken in a way Tobias had never seen before.
“Well, then let me make this easy for you…” Tobias began.
“Look, you don’t have to say ‘yes’, I’m not trying to pressure you into anything and I won’t be hurt if -” Tobias placed a finger to Gibbs’ lips.
“Shut up! I’m trying to accept…you idiot.” Tobias laughed, slipping the ring onto his finger. Gibbs beamed with joy.
“Really?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t dreaming.
“Yes, really. Of course it’s ‘yes’!” Tobias laughed softly, capturing Gibbs’ face in his hands, kissing him tenderly. “Are you sure you have room for me here? I mean, we barely fit on that double bed…” Tobias began.
“I’ve ordered a king size bed. It’s getting here next week.” Gibbs replied, grinning stupidly.
“How’d you know I’d say ‘yes’?” Tobias countered.
“I didn’t. I just figured if you wanted to keep doing the long-distance thing, at least we’d have a decently sized bed for when you stayed over.”
Tobias laughed again and kissed Gibbs deeply. “Well, don’t you just think of everything?”
“I aim to please.” Gibbs teased, lascivious intent clear on his face.
“Oh my God, you’re insatiable. Lead the way.” Tobias teased, Gibbs taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

Tobias spun the gold band around his finger.

“You should know by now, Jethro, that I’m not going anywhere, not unless you’re with me.” Tobias said, his tone serious and loving.
“Good, because I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re mine now, and we’re going to grow old together.”
“Jethro, we’re both already old.” Tobias laughed, playfully slapping Gibbs on the arm.
“OLDER, then.” Gibbs said.
“Sounds good to me…” Tobias answered, voice trailing off as his much needed sleep overtook him. Gibbs placed a loving kiss on Tobias' forehead and he got up to put some clothes on.
“Nuh-uh. Get over here and hold me, you big oaf.” Tobias commanded.
“Yes, sir!” Gibbs laughed, crawled under the blankets and wrapped his arms around Tobias. Soon, Gibbs found some good sleep of his own, happier than he’d ever been in his life.