Chapter 10

NOTE Just to give something to visualize, the character of Thomas Hilton resembles actor Jeremy Piven and the character of Travis Hilton resembles actor Miguel Ferrer.

NOTE TaylorGibbs will also be writing for Simon Donovan, a Mark Harmon character from The West Wing television series. She writes for any and ALL Harmon characters in this story.

NOTE Princess is written by Max. He is the Michael Weatherly guest character in an episode of the Cosby Show. She writes for any and all NON-Harmon characters in this story.

NOTE5 The city of Havensport is a regular modern day place where clones of fandom characters just happen to abound. They're called clones because the Yahoo list owners wanted to use a word to describe how there could be more than one Maximus, Leonidas, Joker, etc running around our group. It was done to keep it open for different writers to have the freedom to write the same characters in that "world" and not join an RP group just to find out their favorite characters have already been taken. We allow up to three of the same "clone" to be played there. As for the Sentinel premise, it's considered there to be a real life semi-secret society of a small minority of humans, and that these real life human Sentinels and Guides were the driving force behind the production of a fictional television show called The Sentinel years ago as an experiment just to see how the general populace would react to the idea of it.

NOTE This is not RPS. Using the words "Harmons" and "Weatherlys" is just another way of describing the outward physical MODEL that the CHARACTER is built on in this world of clones. The world also has different Crowes and Ledgers and Jackmans and Butlers too, plus many more. The world does NOT have Mark Harmon, the ACTOR, in it. The world only has clones of his CHARACTERS ... so, naturally, they're sometimes called Harmons because on the outside they look like the real Harmon. We hope this explains any questions about the use of those words in the story. Thanks!

"Boss." Tony's face pressed into the man's left hand back in that private room, his head laying across Gibbs' hips looking up at the man. "Dunno if you can hear me ... but the doctor said you'd be okay. You're a tough s.o.b., I knew you'd make it. I knew you wouldn't leave me." He choked back tears that started to wet the Harmon's hand. "Please don't prove me wrong. I meant what I told Donovan. I'm not living without you."

Gibbs could vaguely hear Tony's voice and his finger stroked the tears away. "Don't cry ... you get help?"

"Oh thank God you're awake," Tony said, immediately lifting his head to grin down at the man and place little kisses in that hand now. "Doctor says you have to stay overnight, Boss. I'm not leaving til you do."

There was a knock on the door and a face poked into the room, a second figure standing behind it. There was no doubt about it this time. That face wasn't just another Weatherly, that face was another Tony.

Gibbs coughed a couple of times, testing out his breathing. "Yeah ... awake. You okay, son?" He felt like he was floating, much more mellow than he'd been in a good long time, but he was awake, and he could breathe much better. "Hell of a right ... hook..." He trailed off as he saw a Tony, not HIS Tony but another Tony, at the doorway.

"Got company, Son..."

"Tony, ya gonna stand there in the doorway all day or go in?" The other Gibbs said from behind HIS Tony. He tipped his styrofoam cup of coffee up to his lips and took a large swallow of the bitter black brew, giving Tony2 a not so gentle nudge with his hand right between the other man's shoulder blades.

Gibbs heard his own voice, craned up. "What the hell?" It was surreal seeing him, moreso than the doc, or Simon.

"Sorry Boss," the other Tony said and quickly moved into the room to make room for the other Gibbs behind him.

"Oh ... Oh ... Oh," was all Tony by the bed could say at seeing the two standing there, standing closely together there.

Gibbs2 moved up behind his Tony, invading his space, getting so close that the other man could feel his breath on the back of his neck. He leveled a gaze at the other two in the room, taking another sip of coffee. Gibbs2 watched the other Gibbs on the bed, a small smirk crossing his features as he stared at the other man. "You look like hell."

Gibbs fumbled for the controls, lifting the bed head, his shirt had gone somewhere but he was still in his pajama pants. He stared at the two, hand encircling his Tony's wrist and pulling him closer. "Ya coming in or ya standing there all day?" Talking was exhausting but he was got going to be at a disadvantage. "You sharing that coffee?"

Gibbs2 arched an eyebrow and smirked again. He reached around Tony2 and moved towards the other man, holding out a second cup of coffee. "You're just damned lucky I know what you like." He held the cup out to the other Harmon.

When Gibbs2 went back behind his Tony, there was no doubt just how much this Tony really was his. The Weatherly pressed back into the man, smiling as he pulled the Harmon's arm down around his chest so they were embracing in an easy lover's hold.

By the bed, Tony's eyes almost popped out.

Gibbs gave a one-armed shrug. "My boy packs a punch." He tugged again, harder this time, and pulled his Tony onto the bed in a gesture that screamed possession. He didn't know how to establish the pecking order with ... himself. He accepted the coffee, sipping it, "yeah, ya done good..."

He watched as the two of them curled up close, arching an eyebrow. "Lucky man," he said, looking his other self in the eye.

Gibbs2 rested his chin on his Tony's shoulder and blew on his ear, letting his lips graze over the sensitive surface while he looked at his other self. He nodded with a smirk as he watched him sip the coffee, murmuring softly, "Well I kind of know how you like it I think."

"If anyone does..." Gibbs answered slightly sarcastically. He was darkly jealous of his other self and the way Tony2 was melting against him. "Look at them, he wanted to scream silently to his Tony. Instead he watched the other one, the slight differences in body language. "How long have you two... ?" he started and then trailed off.

Tony gave no resistance to being pulled down onto the bed next to Gibbs, but his body sure didn't scream comfie and cozy like the other Tony did with the other Gibbs. He was pale and still very wide-eyed at seeing that display in front of them. A million questions raced through his mind, but for once his mouth was at a loss for words. If he'd thought seeing his younger body without balls had been shocking, this took the cake.

"Been around popn'fresh from the oven?" Tony2 said after hearing a soft permission to speak from Gibbs2 in his ear. "Just over a year now. We heard through the grapevine you two were here and couldn't resist coming by. Seen other Harmons and Weatherlys in town, but you're our first real Twins." Tony affected a comical face of disappointment in joking. "Damn Boss, bet our stock dropped, we're not a super-duper rare collectors item anymore."

The reply was even more shocking to Tony because his Twin was obviously trying not to moan through it from that continual ear-playing by the other man. They were extra-sensitive in the same place!

Gibbs barely resisted the urge to tell them to cut it out. Instead, when he spoke, he couldn't stop the words as they flowed. "How'd you train yours? Mine, nothing works. How come yours is..." he gestured to Tony2. "And mine is..." He gestured to the Tony beside him on the bed.

"Nothing works," he repeated, a sad tone in his voice.

"I say jump, he heads for the hills," Gibbs muttered but nodded anyway, iron grip still on Tony's wrist. "Mine did this to me," he gestured with his free hand to the bruises all over his face. "Don't know why..." He sighed and waited to see.

Tony tugged but knew he wasn't getting free without a fight. "Boss," he said quietly. "Wasn't because... " His eyes flickered to the other couple. "You said ... I thought... " His face fell and he didn't tug any further. "I'm sorry."

Tony2 turned around in those arms and kissed his Gibbs, waiting for further instruction. He was hoping for a chance to speak with his counterpart, but he knew better than to ask for it yet. The Harmons had to work things out first. The other Harmon was having a bad time of it and his Harmon naturally wanted to help.

"Don't apologize," Gibbs growled. "Know why it was. Doesn't make it hurt less."

Watching Tony2 kiss the other version of him took his breath away. "Lucky bastard," he muttered before he tore his gaze away. You could have that, he said silently to Tony. WE could have that.

Gibbs2 saw the longing in his counterpart's eyes and knew how the other man felt. A look of determination crossed over his features. He'd help solve his Twin's DiNozzo problem.

He kissed his Tony on the nose and moved away from him to lock the door to the room, turning around and staying right where he was. His blue eyes flashed fire for a moment as he looked him over, licking his lips slowly. "DiNozzo," he barked in a tone that Tony2 knew all too well. "Strip ... NOW."

Gibbs read determination in the eyes of the other him and gave a small almost imperceptible nod, conveying that he was fine with wherever this led. He released Tony's wrist and moved the head of his bed slightly, eyes on the other's Tony.

Not a single hesitation was given to obey that order. In fact, this Tony was hot for it. What were the chances he'd been a good boy long enough that he deserved a reward? And what better reward than to be allowed to pleasure TWO Gibbs' this fine day?

"Yes Dad," he said clearly with heat in his voice as clothes fell away, his nice fashionable clothing he was still allowed to wear landing haphazardly on the hospital room floor.

Tony on the bed wasn't sure what made him squeak. The use of the word Dad but still a very sexual relationship between the two, or the way his counterpart jumped to strip with clear hunger showing in those green eyes. Then there was the body. HIS body! Dear God he was pierced! Not nearly as much as the younger Weatherly's, but those nipples had hoops too and a long thin chain hanging between them. Oh thank God he still had his nuts, and his hair!

But when that Tony turned in a circle, proudly showing off, the sitting Tony squeaked again. Right on his ass was a Marine tattoo with the words "Property of Gibbs" circled around it.

There wasn't a single thing in that Tony's actions that showed he was under duress. He may have needed the forceful push over a year ago to open his eyes to this lifestyle, but he sure didn't now. He was obviously a very happy sub and very in love with his Dom.

Gibbs let out a low groan when he heard the other man call the other Gibbs "dad" and his hand itched to touch that tattoo, that ass, those pierced nipples, to tug on the chain, to spread Tony2 and...

"Nice," he rasped. "Tattoo's a bit overdone, but nice."

"Overdone?" Tony groaned, "it's ... it's... " Hideous? Beautiful? His lips just wouldn't say the word his heart screamed under the surface. "And he's fat, look at those chunk rolls," he had to add, though there wasn't an ounce of fat on the other man any more than there was on the new Tony. "I'm in better shape than him, right? ... Boss? Boss?" It kept him on the bed even though Gibbs had released that hold on his wrist. Tony didn't at all like the attention Gibbs was giving his naked, and very aroused, counterpart. This was far worse than Princess!

"You think I'm fat?" The nude one laughed, knowing better than Tony himself what his Twin was really thinking. "Do I look fat to you, sir?" he asked, coyly looking up from lowered lashes at the wounded Gibbs, his posture every bit submissively seductive. "Maybe my father hasn't been working me out hard enough lately. Maybe you'd like to try?" He knew he was risking a world of pain from his "father" for that, but it wasn't just flirting, it was an honest desire to try to help the other couple in the room, knowing just what they were going through, because he and his had gone through it once too.

"He's perfect," Gibbs rasped, looking the man up and down, focusing on the hard cock between those muscled thighs. "And he likes being watched." He looked over at his counterpart. "Mind if I touch?"

The healthy Gibbs pinched Tony2's ass lightly in warning. He knew his Tony's motivations but he didn't need to assert himself too much right now. "Two minutes. You go lower than his balls and you'll be singing soprano."

Injured Gibbs arched an eyebrow, but acquiesced with a nod. Despite his chest injury and the pain meds, he was interested, even if his body couldn't respond right now. And it was time to make his Tony much more jealous.

He crooked his finger to the naked Tony, unable to resist the slight smirk that he knew was on his face.

"Ohhhhhh gawwwwd," the Tony on the bed moaned, covering his eyes. "I can't watch, I can't watch, I can't watch."

"You know you want to," his Twin said with his own smirk as he moved right over to Gibbs' other side after flashing a grateful smile at his own Gibbs. He stood with legs two feet apart, hands clasped behind his back, his erection jutting out proudly at the man in the bed. "Look at me, Tony," he purred across the Harmon at his cowering Twin. "Do I look unhappy? It's a good life, stop fighting it. I'm still a man to everyone else. I'm only a boy with him and who he gives me to. It's exactly what I need and what he needs. We fit and so will you two ... I promise."

"Gives you to?" Tony squeaked, peeking out from between his fingers, wondering now if Gibbs had plans to hand him over to Simon some day. Or to Thomas?!

Injured Gibbs looked over at his other self, eyes flicking down to his groin before smiling. This was strange ... but he was getting very interested. Reaching out, his fingertip stroked over the velvety head, one hand cupping the heavy testicles. "I want you, Tony," he admitted in a brief moment of vulnerability. His other hand closed around the chain between the nipples, pulling slightly. "How does that feel?"

Gibbs2 watched, smiling briefly. The two Tonys together were pretty spectacular, even if the other was far too shy.

"Feels delicious, sir. You can do it harder. I'm used to it ... and I like it," he purred.

"No you don't!" Tony from the bed shouted. "I ... we ... I don't like pain!" he lied. "You're fucking sick!" He stormed over to the window, shaking with outrage to stare out it, fists clenched together and feeling more lost than ever now. He was a sexual masochist? Since when did asking girls to pinch his nipples during sex make a man a masochist like THIS?! Tony just couldn't see the connection.

Gibbs couldn't deny the shaft of pure pleasure that washed through him at being called "sir" by Tony2. He watched as his Tony had a tantrum, nodding to the other Gibbs and giving him tacit permission to approach his Tony.

"Like it?" Injured Gibbs said with a chuckle. He fisted the chain and pulled a little harder, his other hand wrapping around the hard shaft. "What else do you like. Tell me."

The healthy Gibbs strolled over to Tony absolutely silently, reaching around to cup the other man's balls through his pants. "You need to give in to him. You both need it. You gonna let his first taste of cock be his and not yours? You want him to compare you both?" He was treading carefully here.

No! Don't taste him! Don't!

"First taste ... Fucker already let PeeWee taste him first," Tony growled, unable to stop the bitter spilling of those harsh words as he melted back into the other man, moaning with pleasure despite himself just as he did when "his" Gibbs touched him. "Maybe I should let you be my first?" Tony hissed, his hand reaching behind him to find a strong shoulder and latch onto it.

If Tony2 hadn't been so well-trained, he would have gone right over there and threw his own tantrum at seeing the other two in that position.

"I like," he grinned down at Gibbs, his chest speckling with redness as his shaft throbbed just as happily, "to make him ... you ... feel good." He sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand low on the man's body. "I can deepthroat, sir. Dad taught me." Meaning, that the other Tony probably wouldn't be able to do that without his own teacher someday.

Gibbs2 wrapped a hand around Tony's waist, thumbing his fly down. "You couldn't handle me, Tony. I guarantee it." He pulled out Tony's soft shaft and manipulated it, toying with the other man. "Did he taste Pee Wee?" Gibbs2 started working Tony's neck, behind his ear. "Did he swallow? Did he fuck him..." He finished that with a whispered "Son", right into Tony's ear. "Because if not, you still have a chance. Stop dicking around!" He squeezed Tony's shaft hard, almost to the point of pain, his other hand coming around to twist and tweak one nipple and then the other.

"You belong to him. Wake up and give over. Or else." The meaning was clear. He'd give Tony2 to his Twin without a second thought.
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Gibbs was so damn tempted. "Just had my lung re-inflated. Not up to it." He kept stroking the other man's cock, the other' Tony's. "You haven't told me what you like," he said, injecting a tone of command into his voice.

"Mmmmm..." He arched his hips, smiling dreamily. "I like it when you ... he ... throws me over his desk and crushes me under his body. I like it when I'm fucked so hard for so long he carries me into the Jacuzzi after it and just holds me on his lap to rest."

Being called Son by the other Gibbs did it. In spite of his arousal, his moaning and his grinding against the man, Tony managed to shove him back and turn on him, snarling viciously in denial. "I'm not your son! I'm his son! I'm his!"

Two Gibbs. TWO Gibbs calling him son. Years of craving it with all his being and now he was hearing it twice-fold?!

It was too much for that very recently wounded psyche. Tony felt his eyes flutter, and he quickly reached out to steady himself as points of darkness threatened to explode before his eyes.

"You're not that weak, suck it up," Gibbs2 growled. "You're gonna lose everything, you stupid little shit." He jammed a leg between Tony's, pressing hard against his balls. "He's willing to give your dad everything and you can't see it."

He glanced over at the hospital bed. "Permission to do whatever you want, Son. Make him really happy."

Injured Gibbs looked up at the more outspoken Tony. "Do you like it hard?" Despite his injury, he was starting to swell and he brought Tony2's hand to his crotch, twisting his hand around the swollen shaft of DiNozzo.

"Hard as you like it," the one on the bed said, doing his best to pleasure the injured man while keeping an eye on the other two. "I live for your cock pounding me."

If his "real" dad didn't seem to mind the other Gibbs calling him son, Tony didn't know what to do. He saw fury flash in his counterpart's face, though. That Tony minded it just as much as he did but was too well-trained to speak out, at least not yet.

"Yeah," Tony mumbled. "I'm stupid ... Dad." He flashed a look of apology to his counterpart, and it was the only reason that counterpart didn't attack him. "Real stupid." Letting his body go, he fell into the man with a groan of far more emotional than physical pain from that ball pressing.

"You're being stupid now," the Gibbs2 told him. "You're gonna let him have your dad first, Tony? You want that? You want his memory of the first time with you to be with my boy, pierced nipples, tattoo and all? Do you want his first taste of cum to be someone else who looks like you, has a cock like you, but who isn't you?"

Gibb2s knew he didn't. He remembered the hesitation in his own Tony. He licked Tony's earlobe and whispered hotly into Tony's ear. "Get over there. Touch him. Don't have to fuck. Just stop rejecting him."

Gibbs was doggedly trying to ignore what was going on over there and focus on what was happening in his own lap. The other Tony was leaking now and Gibbs pulled him closer, breathing hot air onto the shaft. "Like having your dick sucked too?"

Gibbs2 growled possessively. "Now or never."

"You're wrong, he doesn't care." Dad, Son. Son, Dad. Tony hadn't seen or heard any reaction from "his" Gibbs at another Gibbs calling him that or he calling another Gibbs that, and now he could only assume it meant one thing. He and his counterpart were interchangeable. Gibbs didn't care which one of them he had so long as he had one. "Have a good orgy, fellas," he said snidely, his head clear again from that righteous anger surging through him. "I'm clearing out of before people start turning into pillars of salt."

He opened the door just as someone from the other side was trying to get in.

"Get back here, DiNozzo!" Gibbs tried roaring, but he clearly wasn't strong enough to do that yet and he started choking and hacking, abandoning Tony2's hard cock and groaning as his ribs protested. "Get back here, Son," he gasped in a weaker voice, emphasizing the last word.

Gibbs2 came around and moved his Tony, standing watch over his Twin. But he knew the man in that bed, he wanted his Tony and nobody else. "Get back, DiNozzo," he roared, having the lung capacity and annoyance to do so. "Or I will drag you back here by the dick, hard or soft."

"Fuck you!" Tony bellowed back. "You two may see us as the same, but I sure as hell don't see YOU as the same, and I know he doesn't either!" He pointed at his Twin. "I won't take orders from you! I'm HIS even if he goes balls deep into ... into me!" The pointing finger shook with rage.

The nurse on the other side of the door changed her mind and quickly closed it again.

"Not as if you're giving anything to him. He's injured. At your hand. Get your ass over there now!" Gibbs2 glared and crossed the room, grabbing Tony by the back of the neck. "Go to him. Don't make me force you."

Gibbs groaned, reaching for the other Tony's hand but getting tangled in the chain instead. He finally let his hand drop to the bed.

"Let him go. His standing with people who don't matter means more than me."

"LET GO OF ME!" Tony screamed, thrashing in the arms of Gibbs2. "I'M NOT YOUR SON! I'M NOT YOUR SON!"

"I'm sorry," Tony2 sighed and settled his face around Gibbs' middle, apologizing for his Twin. He knew exactly what had happened, had heard and seen it all, that inadvertent triggering by Gibbs2 that had seemingly gone unnoticed, but he still felt sorry, like it was his fault somehow, even though he knew it wasn't.

"I'd throw you back if you were my son," Gibbs2 growled. "Tell him how you feel, Son. Or it'll be too late. Very soon."

Gibbs shook his head. "Didn't do anything, Tony, don't apologize." He closed his eyes, turning his head away. "Go away, all of you. Need to rest."

"He knows how I feel," Tony snapped, "and call me son one more time and I'll kill you. Maybe he doesn't care, but I sure as hell do." He went out the door, slamming it behind him.

Tony2 immediately got off the bed and went to his own Gibbs, wrapping his arms around him. "I love you ... but when he called you Dad, I almost lost it too."

Gibbs didn't want to see the proof of what he couldn't have. "Get out," he said quietly, completely defeated. "Get lost."

Gibbs2 understood both of their reactions and nodded, holding his Tony against him, kissing his temple and soothing him. "Get dressed, Son. We're going now." He met the other Gibbs' eyes. "Tony'll leave you info on how you contact us. It's not over."

"Just leave..."

"I ... I really am sorry," the Weatherly murmured, looking at both of them, and then moved swiftly to obey and redress.

"Don't apologize," both Gibbs chorused. After a few moments, the injured one spoke again. "Thanks. It's broken, but you tried to fix."

"Don't give up," Gibbs2 replied.

"It's not just the sex thing ... it's the clone thing." He looked carefully at them, just to be sure they wanted to hear what he had to say. "You two are really new to this world, right? All his life he's felt like Boba Fett, special, important, and then suddenly he finds out there's an army of him ... and that Count Dooku seems happy with any soldier under his command, because they all look alike, so happy with the others in that army he doesn't seem to care if his own Count Twin calls the first Boba Fett something he's wanted all his life to hear from the first Count." He bit his lip and took a chance, looking them both in the eye. "I'm not presuming it's YOUR feelings, I'm only telling you it's his ... because it's exactly how I would have felt a year ago if this had happened to me. I was lucky. We didn't meet anyone who even looked like us for several months. Gave Gibbs time to ... train me first," he said with a soft smile.

Gibbs just looked at the kid. "I called him it. He pushed me away. I let him beat the shit out of me. He pushes me away. You and he are just different. Made at different times, maybe." Gibbs swallowed hard. "Jenny died, he blames himself. He was an Agent Afloat for four months. Probably blames me for not fixing it sooner. Had to keep some things from him. Blames me. We're not the same as you two. Year changed a lot."

He gave the other Tony a wistful smile. "You two are good for each other."

Gibbs2 wisely stayed quiet and then slipped out of the room, giving the two time to talk. He found Tony down the hall and rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. "Do you blame him for all that happened with Jenny and your Afloat assignment?"

"No, not at all." Tony turned around and looked into the eyes of the other man. "The only thing I blamed him for I took out on him yesterday when he let me beat the shit outta him ... because I had his six, always had it, and now we're ... we're nothing and I blamed him for our new circumstances. Stupid of me, I know, but I did." He moved closer to the man and sighed. "I shouldn't have gone off on you like that. It's not your fault."

"I provoked you," Gibbs2 explained to the baby clone. "Was hoping to drive you together instead of pushing you apart." He squeezed the back of Tony's neck. "Be honest with him. He's too bottled up. You're gonna lose each other if one of you doesn't break."

"No." Tony relaxed more under the man's hand, moving even closer to him. "We went through this, still got his six, he won't leave me and I sure as hell won't leave him."

"He'll drive you away. Hasn't he already? I know him because I am him." Gibbs2 only hesitated a moment before hugging the other Tony close, rubbing his back, giving him some information he needed. "He's discovered he's bisexual and he's in love with you. Meanwhile, he's got to be the in-control leader, only showing his weakness to himself in the dark of night. And if you see it, it makes him less of a man in his eyes."

"L ... Love?" Tony's legs went weak, and he would have crashed to the floor if Gibbs2 hadn't been holding him, if he hadn't suddenly been holding him just as tightly in return. "Oh God no, you're wrong, you've gotta be wrong." But this was the secret Thomas had kept, Tony knew it in his gut. His bisexual superior was in love with him, and Tony, a man who always fucked up every love that ever came at him, couldn't stand it.

"Not wrong. I know him. I am him. He's in love with you, Tony. What're ya gonna do about it?" He tightened his arms around Tony, rubbing his back. "Ya gonna run away, ya gonna keep breaking him apart. Punching him. Beating him up? Ya gonna keep tearing strips off his skin?"

"No! I'm not running! I'm not!" Tony's eyes were slightly crazed. "Come on, we're going back in there right now. And if you wanna call me son, I promise I won't freak out again."

Gibbs2 stroked a thumb over Tony's check. "Back inside then."

"Gibbs." In the room, Tony2 sat on the bedside again and this time only touched the man's hand, pressing it between his own. "It's not that you called him it, it's that you don't seem to care if someone else calls him it too. I'm sure of it, because for a moment there I wanted to really, really hurt my own dad for calling your son ... son."

"Of course I care," Gibbs replied hotly to the other Tony. "He wants a dad not a sex partner. You ... wanted both."

"I didn't want both at first. Took some time for Gibbs to show me ... the error of my ways," he said with a bit of a smirk. "And the thing is ... he doesn't know you care, I didn't know you cared either, only you do ... and my Gibbs probably too, so when you said nothing, when he blew up at Dad about that ... he took it to mean you didn't care, that you were cool with sharing him not just sexually ... but as a son too ... and that part pushed him over the edge ... because it's that part he's been carrying around inside for a helluva lotta years for you."

Gibbs sighed and adjusted his aching ribs, looking at the younger man. "I've tried. He isn't ready to listen. Too homophobic. Too..." Gibbs let out a sardonic chuckle that turned into a groan as his ribs screamed. "I'm the less inhibited one about the sexuality stuff. About feelings. Turned into a damn girl."