A/N: So, yeah... Here it is, the last chapter.
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Okay, so... I hope, you like that last chapter, too. Have rewritten it a few times until it felt right to me, so I hope you're enjoying it, too.
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Perfect Darkness
Tony wiped the sweat from his forehead and grabbed a bottle of water. Summer had finally arrived and Jet and he had been painting the fence around Gibbs' house for the last couple of hours. Not particularly a favorite thing for Anthony DiNozzo to do on a Saturday not being on call. But well, Jet had asked and he had figured why not, at least he would get a tan. So, there he was standing in only his shorts as he had gotten rid of his t-shirt a while ago as the clinging to his skin had gotten pretty uncomfortable. Jet, of course, was still wearing every item of clothing, jeans and polo shirt included, and he hadn't even broken any sweat, hell, he was still drinking hot coffee. Seriously, how did he do that?
"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to make yourself useful any time soon?"
"Aw, come on, Jet! It's freaking hot and just because you have some sort of superhero power and don't feel the heat, I do."
Jethro smirked and approached him, giving him an once-over before he placed a quick kiss on his lips.
"Okay, I'll do the rest and you're going inside, make me some coffee, take a shower or whatever and then you get to decide what we do with the rest of the day. Deal?"
"Dealio," Tony grinned and turned around.
"Oh, and Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't you dare to wear more clothes inside, you got that?"
"Absolutely."
-x-
Half an hour later, Tony was sitting on the kitchen counter, sipping from his coke as Jet finally joined him again, pouring himself another cup of coffee. Tony just shook his head. He was still hot, despite the air conditioner and the cold shower.
"Seriously, how do you do that? Not getting hot, I mean."
"Pure willpower," Jet smirked and approached him, so that he came to a halt in between Tony's legs.
He placed his cup on the counter next to him and brought his arms around Tony's waist, looking up at him.
"Willpower, huh?" Tony replied leaning down and kissing him gently. "Is there anything I can do to make you lose that superpower?"
"Oh," Jet laughed, "I don't know. Try me."
"You know I had a few thoughts about that," he said now, cupping Jet's face with his hands, drawing him closer to kiss him properly.
When they broke apart again, Tony was able to see the slightly dilated pupils and the ever so slight blush on Gibbs' cheeks.
"May I suggest taking this to the bedroom?" he asked now, grinning broadly as Jet just nodded, grabbed his hands and all but dragged him upstairs.
"And here I thought I was the one to decide things today," Tony panted as Jet had already half thrown him onto the bed, kissing him fiercely.
"You're saying I should stop?" Jet asked before he ran his fingers up and down his naked chest, pinching his nipples.
"Nope," Tony groaned as Jet's mouth found his left nipple, sucking gently. "But you're definitely not dressed appropriately."
Jet smirked and got up again, stripping down in record time with Tony getting rid of his shorts now, too.
"Better?" Jet asked, already on top of him again, kissing him.
"Uh-huh," Tony just nodded.
"So," Jet continued in between two kisses. "What do you want me to do?"
"The thing we talked about before?" Tony whispered, catching the other man's eye. "I want you inside me."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. One hundred percent."
"Okay," Jet gave him a smile. "You tell me to stop, I stop."
Tony just nodded, looking him in the eyes again, knowing that he could trust him without a second thought.
-x-
Jethro watched him lick his lips with his tongue and it went straight to his by now painfully hard cock. He ran his hands over the younger man's body and grinded his hips against Tony's erection, causing him to gasp. He bent down now, placing soft kisses down the other man's jaw line, sucking at his neck before he continued his earlier sucking on the already hard nipple. Tony was squirming under him already, letting out some whimpering noises, causing Jet to look him in the eye again before he reached down and took Tony's already leaking cock into his hand, stroking him slowly. But Tony just shook his head, his eyes closing.
"There's… lube, condoms… in my bag."
Jet nodded again, letting go of him for a moment, reaching for his overnight bag that was lying just beside the bed. He handed the condoms to Tony who took them, tore one open and fumbled a bit with it before he slowly slid it over Jet's hard cock, causing the older man to groan deep in his throat.
"How do you want to?" Jet whispered, capturing his lips again.
"Read that for, you know, the first time, me on hands and knees…" he trailed off, blushing furiously, causing Jet to give him a smile and kiss him softly in a way that was supposed to be reassuring.
Tony was the first to back away and turned around and got into position, ass in the air and Jet felt his cock throb almost painfully. He went to kneel on the bed behind him now, squeezed some lube onto his hand and fingers and then carefully slipped one finger inside him and felt Tony tremble under his touch.
"That okay?"
"Yeah," Tony was panting by now.
Encouraged by another shiver, Jethro added another finger and gently began to push them in and out until Tony relaxed palpable around him. Tony let out a few guttural noises that started to drive him crazier with every second, so he finally removed his fingers, causing Tony to whimper at the sudden loss. Jet placed his hands on the younger man's hips now and slipped his rock hard cock between his ass cheeks. Jet paused for a few moments, making sure that Tony was ready.
"Come on, Jet. Need you," Tony's slightly strangled voice reached his ears and Jethro tightened the grip on his hips and then thrust into him, slowly carefully, smoothly.
He groaned once he was inside of him, this was feeling better than he could have ever imagined, so tight, so warm. Once Tony had adjusted around him, Jet moved his hands up higher on his flanks, holding him tight and then he began to thrust. He started out slowly, trying to be gentle, trying hard not to miss any discomfort on Tony's side. But he seemed to enjoy himself, those noises getting louder with any thrust. He reached down his hand now and took Tony's hard cock in it, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He closed his eyes, savoring in the incredible good feeling. It didn't take long before he was able to hear the younger man's breathing hitch, heard himself gasp in pleasure and he knew that they were both close to edge. A few more thrusts and strokes and they were coming almost at the same time before they collapsed into each other. Tony turned around, gazing at him with heavy-lidded eyes, smiling broadly at him.
"You okay?" Jet asked, already knowing the answer but his brain wasn't up to speed yet to ask something more intelligent.
"Hell yes," Tony just breathed out, drawing him closer, so that Jet's head was resting on his chest now. "Might want to try that, too, sometimes. Was freaking awesome."
Jet let out a laugh and turned his head so that he was able to see the younger man's face. He was smiling at him lazily at the moment before he pushed the hair from his forehead.
"I might," Jet finally replied and Tony's smile grew even wider now. "I love you."
"I know," Tony replied. "I love you, too. And good to see you're no superman after all."
"Huh?" Jet replied, yawning, snuggling into him.
"You are sweating now."
"Yeah, right," Jet replied snorting, poking him softly.
-x-
"Gibbs, are you going to attend Palmer's wedding?" Ziva asked while they packed their stuff to go home for the night a couple of weeks later.
"Yeah. Got invited, didn't I?"
"Okay then, we will see you tomorrow morning."
"Yup."
He looked up now and met Tony's eyes. The guy was looking at him with a rather blank expression, furrowing a brow. McGee and Ziva said their goodbyes and made their way to the elevators but Tony hung back, fidgeting.
"What's wrong?"
"Uhm, nothing, I guess. I just didn't think you'd attend, that's all."
"Why, already asked someone else to be your date?"
"No," Tony grimaced. "I just didn't think, you'd… you know, because of the location."
Jet furrowed a brow, trying to remember where the ceremony was supposed to take place but realized that he had never actually read the invitation. He had known the date for a long time and had figured he wouldn't need any other information as Tony would surely provide it for him. Come to think about it, it was kind of odd that the guy hadn't tormented him about buying a new suit…
"Where is it, then?"
"Uh, the church… it's, well, it's the one next to the graveyard where your girls…"
Jet blinked and nodded, finally understanding Tony's surprise. He really should have read that damn invitation after all. Tony was still staring at him intently and Jet sighed, trying to organize his thoughts. He quickly weighed the pros and cons, realizing that it would be stupid not to attend the wedding because he had already RSVP'd and he knew that, as much as he hated weddings, he owed it the team to go there. He looked at Tony again who was staring intently at him, that weird expression still on his face. He didn't particularly like the idea of going to that church but he had Tony in his corner, how bad could it possibly be?
"I'm going to go."
"Yeah?" Tony asked his hand twitching as if he wanted to take his but realized that they were still at work and couldn't do that. "You sure?"
Jet just shrugged. "No, but I got to go."
"Okay, I'm there."
They made their way to the elevators in silence and only when the doors slid shut, did Tony turn around to him again, grinning at him.
"So, what are you planning to wear?"
Jet just groaned.
-x-
"Ah, there you are, the two most awesome men on earth," Abby greeted them, sizing them both up appreciatively.
"Now that's what I call a hello," Tony grinned at her, giving her a hug.
"Hey, Abs," Gibbs replied, equally being drawn into a hug.
"So, who's your date?" Tony asked as he realized that a rather shy looking man with blond hair was standing next to her, eyeing the two of them suspiciously.
"Oh, sorry. This is Owen. Owen this is Gibbs and Tony."
"Hi, nice to meet you."
Tony shook hands with him, trying to convey the message that he would have to face him if he ever hurt his favorite Goth. Owen gulped visibly but gave him a small smile.
"Isn't it a bit rude to call us the most awesome guys on earth when you're here with a date?" Tony joked but Abby looked at him sharply.
"No, it's not. It's the truth. No one could ever compete with the two of you. Gibbs is like my father and you're like a brother to me. Though, given your relationship that's kind of hinky, isn't it?"
"Abby," Jet cut her off, a warning tone in his voice.
"Shutting up, Boss. Got it," she grinned at him. "Come on, let's get inside. Can't wait to see Breena in that dress."
She shuffled them into the church and Tony glanced at Jet but he didn't show any sign of discomfort. They sat down next to McGee and nodded at him before Tony leaned into Jet a bit, whispering into his ear.
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah," the older man replied, giving him a half smile. "But if you keep on talking about it, I might actually have to think about them, you know."
Tony nodded, resting a hand on his thigh. "Sorry, changing the topic right now. I'm loving your tie."
Jet chuckled, looking down on himself. "I still can't believe I let you choose it. Baby blue, what was I thinking?"
"Brings out your eyes. Doesn't it look good on him, Becky?" he asked leaning over McGee, smiling at her.
"I'd say so," she nodded, not the least intimidated by Gibbs' glare and Tim's uncomfortable expression.
-x-
Jet followed the ceremony only half-hearted. Despite what he had said to Tony earlier, he wasn't able to concentrate. He wasn't used to go there with all these people, wasn't entirely comfortable that too many people knew what kind of memories the place held for him. He wasn't entirely sure that it had been the right decision to come here. He stole a glance at Tony, who was engrossed in the ceremony and felt himself calm down the tiniest of fractions. Maybe the smile that the younger man had given him when he had come out from the bathroom, wearing the suit, was worth all of that. Tony had kissed him fiercely afterwards, mumbling something about that he should get suited up more often and that some guy named, what was it, Barney, and Jet was almost sure that it was a movie reference, would be so proud of him. He hadn't asked, knowing that he wouldn't get it anyway and had just returned the kiss.
He forced his thoughts away from Tony and his girls, trying to concentrate on the ceremony in front of him only to realize that it was to no avail. He stared down at his shoes instead, hoping that his agents wouldn't notice his uneasiness. He was just about to take a deep breath, trying to repress the thoughts of his and Shannon's wedding, trying to repress the thought of their funeral as he felt Tony softly nudge him. He looked up again, only to be faced with the younger man's worried face. He didn't say anything, just stared intently at him, his green eyes wary and a brighter than usual. He tilted his head ever so slightly as if it would give him a better look at him before he took his hand, squeezing it softly.
"Still here," he then whispered and Jethro felt himself losing a bit of the tension.
Tony didn't let go of his hand all through the ceremony, didn't let go when it ended and they slowly made their way out of the church, didn't let go when they crossed path with Vance who raised an eyebrow at them but didn't say anything just nodded at them. And he still hadn't let go of him when they were standing in line to congratulate the newlyweds. Only when they were about to shake hands with Jimmy and hug Breena, they parted for a few moments, leaving Jethro strangely empty inside.
-x-
They were standing a bit away from the others a while afterwards, waiting for the crowd to move on to the wedding reception. Tony was feeling slightly edgy by now, being unable to talk to Jet without drawing too much attention to the fact that the older man was clearly uncomfortable.
"Thanks," he suddenly whispered into his ear and Tony turned to look at him, giving him a small smile.
"Told you, I'm here. Not going anywhere."
He stared at him for a moment, realizing that it was true. He wouldn't walk away from him, not if he could help it at least. This was all he had ever hoped to get out of a relationship. He knew that they both were as dysfunctional as a person could ever get but somehow they had made it work those last couple of months. And even though, Tony would still wake up from a nightmare screaming, the dreams had become better and less frequent and Jet had always been there, calming him down. In addition to that, he would never forget the smile on the other man's face when he had given him two framed photographs a few days ago. The first one was the one that Abby had taken on that movie night at McGee's and the other one was one of Jethro, Kelly and Shannon which he had found in the back of a drawer of Jet's nightstand. He had been nervous that Jet might be angry with him for framing it, might be angry with him for snooping around but he had just given him a smile and had kissed him with so much passion that it had actually left him breathless. The photos were now sitting on the mantelpiece in Gibbs' house for the world to see and Tony couldn't help but feel tingly inside anytime Jet would pass by those pictures with a smile on his lips.
-x-
"Come here," Jet said only above a whisper, drawing the man next to him nearer to kiss him for a moment.
"So, off to the reception, then?" Tony asked slightly distracted as if Jet had just interrupted his inner musings.
"In a moment," Jet replied, suddenly feeling a lot better. "I wanted to visit Kelly and Shannon for a minute."
"Oh, okay," Tony replied hesitantly. "I'll just wait here, then."
"No, come on. Come with me."
"You serious?" Tony asked, his eyes boring into his, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Jet just nodded and took his hand again before they entered the graveyard. He usually wasn't up for any company when he came here and Tony seemed to have understood that because he had never asked to come along before. He had been there on his own, though, judging by the white roses that were lying on the graves every time Jet came here to visit. Consequently, he wasn't surprised when they reached their destination, seeing the flowers already placed upon the graves.
"When have you been here?"
"Yesterday morning before I picked up breakfast."
They stood there for a few moments in total silence after that before Jethro knelt down, softly brushing his hand over their names.
"Hey," he whispered. "You should have been there today, was a beautiful wedding. You would have loved the bride's dress and those flowers." He paused for a moment and sighed before he continued. "Days like these make me miss you even more than I already do but there's no way to change that, huh? But I hope you're happy and doing fine because I think I finally am again. I love you."
He stood up now and came to face with Tony who was staring at him, his eyes glistening. They remained standing there for a long time just looking at each other, clasping their hands tightly, unaware of their surroundings. Finally, Tony moved again, leaning into him, whispering 'I love you' into his ear before he cupped his hands behind Jet's head and pulled him closer, his lips meeting with Jet's. The kiss was tender and soft, sweet and somehow still deep and it reached something in Jet's heart that hadn't been touched for a very long time, mending it. It felt like warm blood rushing back into there and it hurt but at the same time healed him somehow.
When they finally broke apart, never losing eye contact, Tony subtly shook his head and with one last look at Kelly and Shannon's graves grabbed his hand tighter and lead him back to where the others were standing.
"Come on, let's get you drunk."
"Oh, I don't get drunk, Tony."
"Sure, you don't," Tony laughed light-heartedly, causing Jet to feel all fuzzy inside again at the pure joy the younger man seemed to radiate all of a sudden. "Then let's get you tipsy so that I can a) get you to dance with me later and b) drag you back to your place and do whatever I want to do with you."
"Sounds like a plan," Jet just replied, knowing that whatever Tony had in mind, he could trust him, could trust him to make it all okay.
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