A/N: For the sake of our story - borrowed an actual D.C. Address with a garage and driveway that fits what we've seen from the outside in cannon - for D.C.
Monuments in close proximity & closeness to the Navy Yard.
1300 34TH St SE - 3.1 miles from Capitol Building - 2.8 miles from the Navy Yard & 8.2 miles - Arlington National Airport 26 minutes with traffic.
Episode Tag: "RED CELL" Season 2, Episode 20
As the car pulls away from the curb, the driver still chuckling behind the raised partition, Leroy and Tim both lean in to kiss the other, both of them more than ready to begin their life together, starting with their long- awaited honeymoon.
and now...
2/19/11 – 15:30 Hours
Nestled in each other's arms in the back of the limo as it heads out of their neighborhood, Tim's eyes are closed even as his brain is still in full active mode. "Where are we going, Leroy?" He murmurs quietly.
"Got a plane to catch."
"We do?" Tim asks in surprise without leaving his love's arms.
"Yup." The older man has yet to move, the arm he already has around Tim, squeezing him just a little tigher instead.
"Oh, joy. The airport in all its' security check pointed glory." Tim says in mock admiration.
Chuckling, Leroy shakes his head. "Not this time. Chartered flight."
Tim sits up to respond to that, but doesn't leave the comfort of Leroy's arms. "Wait. What? You…? A private plane?" Tim's jaw drops. "How can we afford that?"
"By ourselves? We can't. Wouldn't anyway. Too much."
"So, then how...?"
"Fornell set it up. Called in some favors, pulled some strings." Leroy admits. "Found a few friends willing to consider loaning us their plane for the occasion, their wedding gift to us – and good P.R. for them since they're trying to sell it, anyway."
"And every airport it lands at means more people notice it. Oh. Wow. That's... But why would you take him up on it? I mean you're most comfortable on military flights and this is completely opposite of that."
"His gift to us? Can't enjoy a honeymoon being stuck in airports and on over-crowded flights." Leroy says calmly, showering him with a genuine smile. "Or payin' over $500 a pop." Leroy tells him as he reaches out to card his hair, hoping to calm him back down so he'll sit back and just enjoy the ride.
"So, just the two of us and the cock pit crew, huh?" Tim asks with a grin, his concern about the cost of the plane tickets, gone.
"Yup."
"That's an awesome arrangement, Leroy!" The younger man surmises with a smirk for his husband's cleverness and foresight.
"Thought you'd like that." Leroy smirks proudly.
"So, are you ready to tell me where we're going now?" Tim wants to know.
"Nope." Leroy smirks. "Another perk to using a charter. Don't have to spoil the surprise!"
"Ok." Tim surrenders, his hands held up in defeat. Sitting still for a minute, a small smile soon arrives on his face only to quickly become a Cheshire cat grin. Still, he says nothing as he settles back down onto the older man's chest on his good side once more.
"What are you thinking?" Leroy asks.
"Who, me?" The younger man teases.
"No, that evil twin of yours, I married today." Leroy jokes back.
"That'd never happen!" Tim gloats with an outright chuckle.
"Yeah? You know that how?" His love challenges him.
"You're too smart not to know the real thing when you see it." The younger man says with complete confidence.
Leroy smiles as he wraps his arms around his love a bit tighter. "Gonna tell me what that smile was all about?" He asks quietly.
"Mmm. Since you asked so nicely, I guess I'll let you in on it." Tim continues to tease.
Leroy waits expectantly, looking forward to hearing where Tim's mind took him on this.
Sitting up yet again, Tim draws this out while he can. "Are you sure you wanna know?"
"Tim." Leroy warns impatiently.
"Ok. If you insist. Guess it'll just have to be one less surprise to give you later." Tim pastes a faux frown on his face for a mere second or two.
"I'll live." Leroy admits dryly.
"Oh, that I can promise you!" Tim deadpans.
"Smartass. Stop stallin' and tell me." Leroy says impatiently with a slice of humor as he deliberately ignores the hint that he shouldn't be joking about living. "Has to be something big for all this build up."
"Oh. Not really." Tim says with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's just that... well,.. this means we'll be joining the Mile High Club today."
The stunned look on Leroy's face when it comes, is priceless.
With a grin on his own face, Tim snuggles back into his husband's arms, his frame shaking with laughter he does his best to hide in the crook of Leroy's shoulder
*****NCIS******
30 Silent Minutes later
The limo ride out to the right airfield at the airport had quickly turned peacefully silent with Tim basking in the opportunity to soak up some precious snuggle time with Leroy. Those minutes flying by quickly as they did, had been the most enjoyable quiet time Leroy and Tim have had all day, which, given how full their day has been, literally means, it was even been better than the quiet 30 minutes they got in between the wedding and the reception. Regardless, they both relished it. As the car begins to slow down now, Tim's roused enough that he sits up as if he's suddenly figured out something's wrong. "Should you be flying, Leroy?" He looks at the older man with abject concern.
"Ducky seems to think we can make an exception to being cautious." Leroy says calmly He knows hearing that he at least checked with the M.E. will calm the younger man's concerns, as will moving the discussion along without stopping to talk about it in any great depth. "Besides, we've given me more strenuous workouts than any plane ride will."
"True." Tim admits with a sheepish grin that soon fades to a look of seriousness. "But, then again, up in the air, we're talking about the cabin air pressure. Isn't that something we need to be careful with for you from now on?"
"Not this time, Tim." Leroy says with all due seriousness. He doesn't want Tim worried about this. He wouldn't have planned this out if it was something his newly healed chest muscles and heart couldn't handle. That's why he'd double checked with the M.E. several times ahead of time.
As expected, Tim sighs in relief even as he questions the reason. "Why is this time different than any other time on a flight?"
"Not your typical plane." The older man says with a smirk as the car stops on the tarmac and Tim's door is opened up for him.
Stepping out to find a Gulfstream 2010 600 Super Mid-size cabin jet standing not 50 feet away leaves Tim breathless. He keeps staring at the gleaming white plane with a 3 inch wide stripe of tan going across the body along the door going all the way back to just under the engine. He likes the good six inches of a dark blue stripe of paint that also goes all the way back past the engine to the very edge of the plane. The color scheme is perfectly cemented with the tail's rudder, blue with the top half matching the two-tone paint on the side of the plane. When Tim finally finds the words, they come out in a rush. "Definitely not your typical plane!"
"I take it you like it?" Leroy grins.
"She's beautiful!"
"That she is – and she's all ours for the trip."
"So, it's just us….on this REALLY big plane?" The younger man asks for a second time as if he still can't believe it.
"Smallest available for we need." Leroy admits calmly.
"Smallest what?" Tim sputters. "Can't be the actual plane size. OR the eight windows, because they're huge! Definitely not the plane's width." He looks the plane over with more scrutiny. "Has to be the fuel load!" Looking back at Leroy, he jokes. "Please tell me we're not going to Alaska! I mean seriously, Leroy, she's really big for just the two of us!"
"Not Alaska." Leroy promises with shared humor in his expression as Tim's brain works to catch up while taking all of this in at the same time.
"Whew!" Tim says only half joking.
"C'mon, I'll let you read all about this baby when we get inside. Gonna be on her a while, might as well get comfortable knowing everything about the cabin, at least." Leroy advises. "Just don't fall in love with her, 'cause we can't keep her."
"You've already read up on it?" Tim surmises wisely. "Of course you did."
"I have." His love admits. "And now you get to."
"Can't wait to see inside this baby!" The younger man exclaims excitedly, practically dragging Leroy closer to the plane's steps as he watches them come down from the door, a tall, skinny guy in a captain's uniform standing at the plane's entryway watching them approach him.
Stepping inside after exchanging greetings with the pilot, Tim feels like he's walked into a dream. With its' white walls and blindingly white oversized chairs, the interior is so bright, he feels at home. The carpet is an attractive two-toned charcoal on black geometric felt looking work of art. The combined pillow colors, some white, some black to match the carpet, bring the whole color scheme together enough that it looks like something straight out of a design catalog.
There are two rear-facing chairs spaced four feet apart, arm to arm, each paired up with a front facing seat in front of it. A second seat on both sides, also coupled with another seat facing it. Further down, on the left side of the cabin, there is yet another rear-facing seat, partnered with a forward facing one, while the right side of the cabin has a credenza of sorts further down up against the partition that separates the next section of the cabin from that one. He notes with a smile that each chair has its' own little cup holder/phone charging port.
Tim likes the two smoky grey partitions beyond that, each 1/3 of the way over with a matching door closing the gap between them. As he steps through the door, he sees that in this next section of the cabin is a couch that folds out into a double size bed on the left wall across from seating for two at a small table for either a meal or a business meeting.
Further down, is yet another partitioned section with yet another sofa on the right wall opposite a long entertainment center supporting a very large flat paneled television. Beyond that, in the next section, is where he finds the galley kitchen. it fascinates him that it has a stove, a microwave and a set in coffee maker. The sink is bigger than compact and next to a nice sized counter.
The bathroom, located at the rear of the plane just before the cargo hold, boasts a stand up shower, caddy cornered in the room with cabinetry and a nice sink taking up the rest of the wall on that side of the plane. The commode is discretely boxed in, with a bench-style cover over it that can literally be used for seating on the opposite wall.
All in all, Tim mentally notes as he finishes walking through it with Leroy leading the way, the plane is completely awesome and Leroy was right to warn him about not falling in love with it. Talk about the price of a toy!
******NCIS*******
45 Restful Minutes later
Waiting for the loading of their baggage and getting clearance for taking off, gaining altitude and leaving D.C airspace enough that they'd been told they were free to relax and walk around, had taken 30 minutes. For the past 15 minutes, they'd finally stopped moving and just allowed themselves to chill where they'd landed, next to each other on the plane's comfy oversized chair in the first section of the plane, wanting to still be able to see out the windows.
Sitting snuggled up with Leroy; Tim's been reading through the sales brochure for the plane, thoroughly enjoying the knowledge he's gaining about this beautiful bird. He's not surprised to find out that it's maximum flight distance on full fuel is 6,500 nautical miles or that it's maximum altitude is 51,000 feet, some 11,000 higher than the pilot's told them they'll be flying. Seeing the 16 signature Gulfstream G650 windows and reading that they measure 28 inches across, he looks over at them, marveling at how much of the wings they allow him to see as well as the pilots.
After having seen the entire cabin and all the amenities on the plane, he's not even surprised to read that at 75 inches high and 98 inches wide, it's the largest private jet on the market with the tallest, longest and widest cabin in its' class. It hits his sense of awe, however, to read that this baby can travel at nearly the speed of sound, much faster than commercial jets with its' two Rolls-Royce engines and that it can reach an altitude of 41,000 feet in just 22 minutes. It puts a smile on his face to see that this means it can fly above bad weather and busy skyway traffic.
But, it's the knowledge that the G650's structure and engines are designed so the cabin can be pressurized to a higher level than normal, resulting in passengers feeling like they're breathing at an altitude of 3,000 to 4,000 feet, not about 8,000, like on commercial jets, that finally brings complete ease to Tim's mind about Leroy doing any flying. He sees where the higher pressurization makes flying less tiring and even more comfortable. Good! Maybe Leroy can actually enjoy this part. Rest even.
No sooner does that thought cross his mind than Tim is roused from his reading by his love getting to his feet and holding out his hand for Tim's.
"Leroy?" Tim questions, even as he offers his hand without hesitation. The older man pulls on his hands to get him up out of his seat unexpectedly, tugging him close enough, they're snug up against each other, their personal space intertwined.
"Said we were joinin' the club today." Leroy reminds him with a smirk as his fingers card Tim's hair.
"Babe, I was joking." Tim sputters. "We can't...here! I know we're almost alone, but...i mean, there's two people up here with us! Remember? The ones flyin' the plane?"
"They're hired not to see anything that goes on in this part of the plane." Leroy answers calmly. "Besides, that big solid thing right there, the one that's already closed? - is called a door."
"Can't believe you're taking what I said seriously!" Tim says incredulously even as he grins at his love's smart-ass bit. He's shocked that Leroy's obviously serious about turning things up between them with witnesses just a few yards away. At the same time, it sends a shiver up his spine to think of what the man might want to do at 40,000 feet.
"C'mere?" The older man requests gently. Ensnaring Tim's fingers with his hand, Leroy walks to the last rear facing chair in the first section. Without blinking an eye, he snags a blanket he'd set there earlier without Tim's noticing and spread it over the chair before sitting down in it, carefully pulling at his pants to make sure his own package has room to expand as he does. "You game?" He invitingly asks Tim while still holding his hand, his eyes watching his love with acute scrutiny.
When Tim swallows hard, he mentally finds his adventurous spirit and partners it with his intrinsic trust in Leroy to always have his back, to always love him. He nods in agreement, biting back the complaint about not taking advantage of the couch in the next section. After all, if Leroy's willing to live dangerously, why shouldn't he?
Leroy smiles broadly as he gently tugs Tim down onto his lap. In this thankfully large plane seat, the younger man straddles Leroy quite comfortably, having plenty of room to do it in. As their bodies align flush against each other, Tim can only snuggle into Leroy's embrace, holding tightly to his patience as he waits to see where Leroy's wanting this to go. His appetite for his husband's luscious body is revved up quickly, however, when thier cocks impact on each other. "Mmm."
Leroy gently cups Tim's face in his hands and kisses him tenderly on the lips before moving his mouth to blaze a slow, tender trail along Tim's jawline, whispering to him along the way. "Do you…**kiss* have any **kiss** **kiss** idea how …***kiss* special …***kiss* you are***kiss*to me?" Still cradling Tim's face, he stops to look his love in the eye, his expression serious and intent.
Tim smiles softly in return as he speaks his mind, steadfastly gazing into the man's eyes, his fingers carding Leroy's hair. his voice almost a whisper. "I think you're incredible and I think I'm the luckiest man in the world to get to spend the rest of my life with you – taking care of you, making love to you…sharing every day with you."
"Love you so much, Tim." Leroy murmurs as he leans in once again to kiss the younger man, this time slow and invitingly, leading and then teasing until gently at first, Tim's mouth moves on top of his, then a little deeper, tentatively returning the older man's kisses.
When Leroy's tongue slides along his, his husband groans and lets go of the last vestiges of his restraint, giving his all, asking for more in return. His tongue surges into Leroy's mouth as he sits up, his hands moving to work his love's belt.
The older man's fingers move up to sift through Tim's hair while he continues to map out his love's mouth as if for the first time. Needing more, his hands slide down the younger man's neck and back until they're holding his ass, kneading it with ease through the jogging pants the younger man had changed into after they'd toured the plane.
"Hmm. More!" Tim moans from his soul even as he struggles to open Leroy's fly. The older man's swollen rod is already weeping as Tim manages to free it from its' confines and begins to stroke it in long, strong strokes. It's all he can do to maintain eye contact now, the urge to look at his prize as he makes love to it is so overwhelming. With an iron will, he manages with barely a glance or two before finding those eyes again each time. Those blue eyes hold him with such magnetism, he loves looking into them and seeing Leroy's emotions laid bare when they pleasure each other like this.
Abandoning Tim's hair, Leroy clutches his love''s shoulders as he pushes himself into those hands making him feel so damn good, "Ooh! Tim!"
"So beautiful, Leroy." Tim murmurs. "Hold on, Babe." He climbs off Leroy's lap and plunks himself down into the opposite seat, his eyes still locked on those of his love, watching him hungrily. Making quick work of it, he strips off his shoes and his pants.
Not wanting any barrier between them, Leroy takes the opportunity to shed his own pants and settle back down in the seat the way he was a moment ago. And not a moment too soon since the young man is already heading back over, now deliciously naked from the waist down. Wanting more of his love as he settles back down in Leroy's lap, the older man reaches for Tim's shirt and lifts it up over the cooperative young man's head in a flash.
Smiling, Tim returns the favor and rids Leroy of his shirts, no longer consciously concerned about the pilots, but rather extremely turned on and excited about this adventure into this daring and exhilarating club. Once he's done that, he takes a moment to lie still on the good side of the man's chest, their bodies connected everywhere possible from the waist up. "Mmmm." He murmurs contentedly. "This is nice."
"Hmm Mmm." Leroy replies in kind as he gently squeezes his arms a bit tighter around Tim's back. "Very nice."
It's not long before Leroy's fingers search out and find Tim's hair, carding it the way that touches both of the down deep, his breath caressing Tim's ear as he murmurs quietly. "Love you so much, Tim."
Tim sits up and tenderly kisses his husband in response, a invitation to play, feeling the older man's restlessness in his touch and in the physical reaction both their cocks sitting side by side as they are, are blatantly providing with their growing size and pearl drops already sitting on their tips.
Leroy answers the call to dance, his mouth fitting Tim's like a glove as together they stoke the heat between them until both of them are breathless and in need of air in which to breathe.
Once he's caught his breath, Tim reaches out and sets his index and middle fingers against Leroy's lips. "Get 'em wet for us?" He murmurs softly, never wanting it to sound like a demand.
With his hands already reaching out for his love's beckoning rod, Leroy opens his mouth slightly and gently sucks on the younger man's fingers, his free hand reaching down to caresss Tim's cock the same way Tim had done his moments before. Strong, yet gentled stroking brings about even more thickening under his touch, his eyes still steadily holding Tim's gaze.
"Oh, Leroy." Tim moans. "Soo good!" He eases his fingers from his love's mouth and raises up onto his knees as he brings them to his own hole, pushing them inside himself in obvious preparation for things to come, his eyes locked on Leroy's "Wanna ride you, Leroy. Wanna fly with you."
As his husband moves again, supported by Leroy's steadying hands on his shoulders and beginning to lower himself down slowly, wanting to get it right the first time. Leroy lets loose a pleasure filled moan. "Yeah, Babe...so beautiful, Tim." He marvels in that awestruck tone of his, his head falling back against the seat as pleasure rockets through his insides. "Ooh." He breathes out in a state of bliss.
Tim settles snugly, their bodies once again connected. His hands reach out for his love'sshoulders for support. "So good, Leroy!" He murmurs in pleasure overflowing. As his body swallows Leroy's cock inside his warm channel, Tim's head nearly rolls back on his neck at the absolute pleasure zinging through his body now. "Soo nice!" He moans, unable to hold it in, the words of bliss driven encouragement flowing. "Soo, nice! Fill me, Leroy. Take me, Babe."
Moving his hands to grip Tim's hips, Leroy arches up against his love, pressing against him to go deeper. "Yeah! Right there, huh Beautiful?" The older man coaxes his love. He nearly losing his own control when Tim rewards him with a firm squeeze from his inner channel, bringing out his own ecstatic response without filter, albeit subdued in volume and still able to fill the intimate air between them, spurs them both on with more heat. "Yeah, Babe. Right there!"
Tim's up and down motion dragging against Leroy's cock is soon accompanied by his hands moving so his fingers can get lost in the salt and pepper locks he loves to play in.
Enjoying the way Tim lets go so freely in his arms, Leroy croons quietly. "That's it babe, take what you need."
"Gonna come, Leroy." Tim moans as the pleasure vortex unexpectedly begins to swallow him whole already.
As his new husband gets closer to finding his release, the older man keeps his hands wrapped around Tim's hips and verbally keeps him connected to him at the same time, albeit quietly, his tone filled with love. "Let go, Sweetheart. Come for me."
With a stifled cry into Leroy's shoulder, Tim is gone, catapulted over the ledge with Leroy's hold on him unwavering, the older man only moving to wrap his arms fully around him now and tug him even closer to his chest.
"So beautiful, watching you let go, Tim." Leroy murmurs in the replete man's ear as he snuggles Tim close and waits for his love to come back to him.
******NCIS******
Although sated as he returns to the here and now some time later, Tim's body shudders and tightens around Leroy's still in-bedded cock, his arms and legs gathering him in closely not yet wiling to let him go.
"Mmm." Leroy murmurs into his ear. "Feels nice."
"My turn." Tim responds quietly without moving from Leroy's arms.
"Think you just had your turn." Leroy quips.
Tim eases his torso back until he's sitting straight up. "My turn to take care of you." He quietly corrects his love, not taking the bait of the tease. He's serious now. He isn't comfortable with not satisfying Leroy's need for release. It leaves him feeling like he's shortchanging his love and he never wants to do that.
"Have somethin' in mind?" Leroy asks with a small smile, knowing Tim always has a plan.
"I do." Tim nods as he moves back, easing himself off his love and back into the chair next to him once more. "But I need you to stay right where you are."
"I can do that." Leroy promises him.
Tim nods as he slips his pants back on. "Okay. Be right back."
With a smile, Leroy nods.
Quickly, Tim heads further back through the cabin, to the sink and grabs the soft towel sitting there, getting it wet with almost hot water. Wringing it out, he heads back to Leroy, his heart light and carefree as anticipation fills his blood.
Leroy smiles in anticipation, hunger and love as Tim stops in front of him and bends down at the knees, his body planted in between Leroy's feet.
"Close your eyes for me?" Tim asks quietly. "Want you to just feel right now. Ok?"
Leroy lays his head back against his seat and does as Tim's asked him to do, allowing his eyes to close. Before he can even draw his next breath, a warmth dampness wraps itself around his cock, stroking it from base to tip, drawing away from him and coming back yet again in the very same way. "Mmm." He murmurs. "Feels good, Tim."
Silently, Tim cleans Leroy's cock and tosses the towel aside when he's done. Taking one of his hands, he wraps his long, slender fingers securely around the base of the older man's hardening muscle and swallows him whole.
"OOH! Tim!" Leroy's eyes fly open and immediately find Tim's watching him, the younger man not pausing in his ministrations. He does, however, reach out his free hand towards his love, knowing Leroy will complete their connection on that front
"Too beautiful not to watch, Tim." Leroy says quietly, his one hand reaching out to connect with Tim's while his other hand finds the younger man's hair and tenderly plays in it. When Tim simply doubles down on his ministrations to his prize, the pleasure filling the older man right now quickly becomes so much so that he can't focus on anything else but riding the wave of it.
Their eyes still locked on each other, the air becomes silent with the exception of Leroy's soft exclamations of pleasure stoked ecstasy as it builds within him higher and higher, mixed with the sounds of Tim's mouth working on him with no sign of slowing down. Between his cock being swallowed and sucked and his balls being gently held and stroked, the sensations coursing through him compliments of his husband right now are overwhelming.
Tim's excited and ecstatic to be able to give Leroy this pleasure. He takes his time, adding to the sensations he's provoking by stroking the man's golden inch underneath his globes on every other upward motion of his mouth on Leroy's cock.
It's not long before Leroy is nearly boneless in his seat, his eyes closed in overwhelming ecstasy and the only word coming from him, on pleasure blown repeat, is Tim's name. In even shorter moments later, he finally manages a bit more. "Gonna...Ooh,Tim!...comin'..."
Not wanting to possible cause Leroy to lose any sensation, Tim doesn't stop. He wants to. He wants to encourage his love to come for him, wants him to feel what it does when that love and that encouragement is added to this mix, just like he always feels it with Leroy at the helm. But he'll settle for happily making sure nothing gets in the way of Leroy's pleasure filled release, obviously imminent now. He adds just a tiny bit more pressure with his mouth and strokes that spot even more and sure enough...
"TIM!" With that near shout, Leroy's gone, his body going rigid briefly before flopping back into his seat as Tim finally pulls his mouth off of him.
With the older man in a state of blissed out bonelessness, Tim moves to sit next to him, pulling him into his arms, absolutely loving every single heartbeat filled moment the man is wrapped up snug in his arms.
******NCIS******
Coming back to the here and now, wrapped up securely in Tim's arms, Leroy's sense of contentment is immeasurable. He feels not only Tim's arms around him, but also the depth of what holding him like this means to Tim, how special it is for him, how much he treasured being able to have these intimately close moments with him. He knows this because it's the same way he feels when he's holding the young man in his own arms.
Noticing that Leroy's awake again, Tim greets him quietly. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself, Beautiful." Leroy gives back in a matching tone. "You okay?"
"Never better, Leroy. I love holding you like this, Want us to do this more often."
Leroy cards Tim's hair. that small smile on his face once more. "I'd like that. But for now, let's move to the couch." He quietly requests. "More room to stretch out."
"Deal." Tim says with a smile as he moves in for a kiss. Pulling back, Tim clamors to his feet, reaching down both hands for Leroy to grab hold of for help getting to his feet.
Pulling the blanket up from the chair and wrapping it around them, they head over to the door that leads to next section down, where the couch is, hands intertwined once more. Halting Leroy's movements once inside that section and having closed the door and shutting out the rest of the cabin, Tim asks him. "How much time do we have?"
Leroy's look plainly says he's still not giving the surprise location away.
Tim gives a small shake of his head. "For a nap, Leroy."
"Aah." Leroy says shortly. "You didn't sleep much last night. So three hours? Wanna be able to sleep good tonight."
"Oh, I can make sure of that, Leroy." Tim quips as he leans in and nibbles the older man's ear. "Besides, somebody promised me a Raincheck. AND told me he wasn't gonna let me sleep tonight."
"Rain check til tomorrow night."
"Gonna hold you to that." Tim gives back, not completely teasing.
"Count on it, Babe. Gonna string you out for ….4 min,"
Tim gulps. "Wait, that's…." Tim stammers in disbelief.
"AND 40 seconds." Leroy teases with his playful grin. Taking it one step further, the older man speaks into Tim's ear as he propels Tim towards the living room where they greet the rest of the group already gathered there. "Slow….ly"
"I did, didn't I?' Leroy grins as tugs Tim closer for another kiss. Keeping it tender but short, he pulls back enough to look into the younger man's eyes. "Nap first."
With a smile, Tim nods at that and sets the timer on his watch, making sure it's set loud enough to actually wake them up. Together, they settle down on the couch, snuggling together once more, Tim on the bottom, with Leroy in his arms in a way there's no pressure on his recently recovered chest or shoulder. Leroy knows this is the way Tim prefers it when they're resting like this because it gives his body extra time to cater to his fairly recent injuries without straining them further. Completely content and tired, both of them are soon carried off into a nap, totally wrapped around each other.
******NCIS******
During a very brief moment of lull in the online game he'd logged onto when they'd gotten up from thier nap two hours ago, worried over how quiet Leroy is, Tim glances over at him, only to feel embarrassed to find the older man already watching him. Tim pauses his game and glances at his watch. Wow, he's been playing his online game for 2 hours! Looking back at his love, he's quick to apologise. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so caught up in this and ignore you like that."
Leroy smiles. "Nuthin' to apologise for. I enjoy watching you having fun."
"I know." Tim admits. "Still doesn't feel right. I mean I know when we woke up we agreed to each settle into something relaxing, but..."
"There's a laptop on this thing somewhere - show me what you're doin'. Maybe I can kick your butt at it." Leroy says as he pushes them past this.
"You're on!" Tim says excitedly as he gets up and finds the laptop and gets it set up. "This is gonna be a blast! No pun intended."
After a few instructions from Tim, headsets are in place and the game is on...
LEADER: Strike Force Command, this is Red Leader. Alpha Team is in play...
...
TIM: Roger that, Red Leader. Have visual. You've got hostiles on both the north and east quadrants of the...
"Good Evening, Gentlemen. We'll be landing in ten minutes, please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts."
Hearing the captain's announcement over the cabin's loudspeaker, Tim smiles apologetically at Leroy and quickly signs them out of their game. Noticing the time on the computer's clock, he can't help but remark on it. "7:08?"
Leroy chuckles at Tim's shock as he helps him put everything back the way they found it. Double checking the areas they used, they find the only thing they need to take care of is placing the blanket they'd had fun on while it had protected the chair into the used linen bin along with the towels they'd used.
With matching grins, they double check the rest of the cabin and once it's set back to rights, finally take the front seat by the door once more, hands intertwined as they sit back nestled in each other's arms. and wait for the ride to stop.
Anyone figure out where it is Leroy has taken Tim?