Alright so this idea came to me while I was lying in bed trying to sleep and text with my best friend while also trying to get over this stupid cold I've had. I was in that half awake-half asleep stage where everything seems plausible. I thought of this and decided to write it down while I was conscious and see where it went. I decided to try a little different style of writing and didn't use direct names of characters, just to see how it read. I think it came out interesting but I'm not a hundred percent sure I like it.

This is a stand alone and is not related to any of my other stories.

A love like Ours

He moaned softly as his lover's strong, rough callused hands wandered across his body. They were strong enough to fight the criminals they both chased, yet delicate enough to do the fine woodwork he was always working on. His bare chest pressed against his own as his fingers began working at his tight muscles.

"Jethro," quietly escaped his lips as his lover bit softly on his shoulder. "Jethro, please," he continued to quietly beg.

"Not yet Horatio," his lover whispered as he slid in another finger.

"Please Jethro, I need you," he said as his lover brushed his fingers against his spot.

"Patience my dear ginger," his lover chuckled lightly in his ear as he kissed his neck.

He laid there, enjoying the feeling of his lover but wanting so much more. It wasn't often they were together, living in different cities on polar opposite ends of the country. But when they were together it was for hours in their bed.

His lover's free hand ran across his chest and down his abdomen to his pelvic region. He pressed his palm against the tattoo of the Marine seal with the name "Jethro" beneath it on his right pelvic bone. He had been angry with him for getting it, but when he asked why he did it the redhead provided the simple response of "Because I love you." It was then his lover knew what it was he wanted in this relationship. No more late nights in hotels and road trips to fill forgotten desires. Now he wanted to spend his life with this man, but their work made it impossible and impractical.

Something tight slid down his length and hugged the base of his shaft.

"Jethro," he whined as he tried to fiddle with the constriction ring.

"No Horatio," his lover growled in his ear as he bit at his neck, "You don't get to cum until I cum in your ass at least twice."

He groaned laced his legs with his lover's, holding him closer to his body. "Please Jethro, I'm ready," he whispered.

His lover's lips captured his own and his tongue slid easily between his parted lips. He gasped as his lover's hard length slid between his cheeks into his tight heat. His lover chuckled and kissed his neck.

"It's been too long, Horatio," he whispered. "You feel like a virgin again."

"I'd give myself to you again if I could," he quietly said. "You felt amazing that time and every time after."

His thrusts were hard but gentle at the same time. His hard member massaged the inside of his deepest self and he moaned as he felt him hit just the right spot again and again. He was throbbing so hard and he could feel his heart beating inside him. He held his own hard erection in his hand and tried to work for his release. The rubber ring at his base was too tight though, there was no way for him to fully climax until it was removed.

"Please Jethro," he quietly begged, "Let me cum."

His lover groaned and his body shook and he felt his essence release into his core. It was the first time they had decided to make love without a condom. His lover had said he wanted to feel every inch of him and share his body completely with the redhead.

"Not yet, Horatio," he whispered in response as he pulled out and flipped the other man over. "I want you to explode for me at just the right moment."

He gasped and moaned as his lover entered him from behind. He thrusted harder this time and sent waves of pleasure through the redhead's body. His lover held his hips tightly and marveled at the feeling of his body against his own. It was as if their bodies were made for each other, each curve and bend fitting together like a puzzle that only they knew.

He panted as his lover's hips hit his and his desire buried deep within him throbbed. He grabbed handfuls of the dark bedding on his silver haired lover's bed. His lover pulled out again and rolled them on the bed, so he was sitting on his lover's hips as he entered him once again.

The redhead thrusted gently on top, as he rode on his lover's hard desire. A callused hand wrapped around his length and pulled on him in time with his thrusts.

"Please Jethro," he quietly begged again, "I just need to cum."

"Not yet my love," his lover whispered in response. "Your time will come."

He looked down into his blue eyes for a moment before his eyes clamped shut and he moaned with his release. He pulled out of him but didn't move. The redhead slid down from his hips and settled between his legs. His lover guided his hand between his legs and he was surprised to find an anal plug already inside him.

"I've been waiting too long for you," he whispered as he helped the redhead remove the plastic toy. He pulled off the constriction ring and kissed him passionately. "Now, cum with me, fill me with your desire, share your body with me."

The redhead easily slid inside the other man and began thrusting lightly. He rarely ever topped, his lover usually being the more dominant one. Strong legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him in deeper.

"Please," his lover whispered, "Make me yours."

He captured the silver haired man's lips with his own as their bodies shuddered together.

They laid there together in the bed, their bodies cuddled together. His head rested on his lover's shoulder and their legs tangled together. His cock nestled against the other man's in a comforting, secure way. Strong arms snaked around his body and held him close. Soft lips kissed the end of his nose as a callused hand entwined the fingers on their left hands together. The light danced off the rings they each wore that the silver haired man had bought them. His was gold with a silver band in the center with five diamonds. His lover's silver with a gold band and five diamonds. Each ring matching and fitting together perfectly, just as they did.

"I love you, Horatio," his lover whispered to him in the darkness that began to fall over the room.

"I love you, too, Jethro," he whispered as sleep slowly took his body away.

After careful consideration (that took about three seconds) I decided that Horatio seems like the kind of person that would call Gibbs "Jethro" in an intimate setting, as opposed to Leroy or Gibbs. I feel like Horatio would use the name Gibbs in a professional setting (or rather Special Agent Gibbs), but when it comes to a personal relationship like this he would call him Jethro. I also personally like the name Jethro a lot. It's kind of cool.

And there's my rambling about nothing really important. Ta-da!

Peace out! ~KC