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5 Weeks
With a soft sigh, I rub a hand across my face, knowing that it shows the weariness I am feeling. It has been an extremely long 5 weeks. Gibbs hadn't allowed any of us to go home until we caught the serial killer, who was killing marines of all genders, sizes, ranks, and units. I'm tired, no I am dead tired. I was going to go home and collapse on my bed, still in my clothes, and sleep until next year. Nobody and nothing was going to stop me. Until Gibbs ordered me to get in his car and said that I wasn't driving because I looked like somebody who had died more then once. I was sleeping at his place. Fine, whatever, just let me sleep. Upon arriving I grab my overnight kit, slump out of the car, up the stairs, push open the door, and clatter into Gibb's house with none of my usual grace and quietness. I plod into his living room, tossing my bag onto the chair stationed beside the couch, and kicking my shoes off in the direction that my bag had gone. Reaching up to loosen my tie I freeze as Gibbs appears standing in front of me and does it for me. I stand still as he removes my jacket and then my shirt. Very methodically and slowly undoing each button. I can feel my breath speeding up, my eyelids closing, and my erection becoming painfully restricted by my suddenly too tight pants. Gibb's hands smooth down over my collarbone to trace my flat, well muscled stomach before carefully sliding my pants down to reveal his Marine boxers. My hands have come up and are gripping Gibb's shoulders with bruising force. When he lightly kisses my left nipple, my legs buckle dropping me to the couch. Gibbs continues his assault on my nipple, as he works his hand down inside the boxers. The instant Gibbs touches me I am cumming for him. My back arches up to press my chest against his, my head falls back, mouth open, trying in vain to keep my breathing even, and my hands gripping his shoulders even harder. Gibbs retracts his hand and helps me stand up before guiding me up the stairs to our bedroom. We strip double time, collapsing on the bed, me in front, and Gibbs in back spooning me into his body. I yawn. Yep, it had definitely been a long 5 weeks, especially without Jethro.
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