a/n - Thought this would be just one chapter to finish the story. Looks line three plus an epilogue now. Marines and their stamina you know.

The two men stepped out of the shower and carefully dried each other before Jethro took Tim's hand and led him back out into the bedroom. He backed Tim to the bed and eased him down. As Tim scooted back further onto the bed, Gibbs joined him and closed the canopy curtains, narrowing the world down to just them in that moment.

Gibbs tenderly cupped Tim's face, brushing his lips across Tim's mouth before dropping down to pepper his chest with kisses, smiling as Tim arched his back and moaned. "So beautiful, so responsive, can't wait to be inside you."

"Yes, yes." Tim saw Jethro reach for the lube and pulled his knees up and out, exposing himself in a way he'd never done. Jethro smiled and kissed the inside of his thigh, up by his knee, before letting his lips slide down to run his tongue across the crevice where leg met hip. Tim shuddered and moaned and Jethro smiled against his skin before rubbing his lips from the back of his balls to his opening.

One lubed finger pressed against Tim's opening and slowly pushed in. Gibbs watched carefully for any signs of discomfort. When all he saw was a smile, he let his finger slide all the way in before rubbing the pad of his fingertip against Tim's prostate.

"You like that?" Gibbs held his hand still and Tim started moving his hips against him,

"More, Jethro, more."

"Yeah? Okay, we're going to add a second finger now, babe. This time I want you to push down a little bit, it'll help."

This time there was a little bit of strain on Tim's face as Gibbs worked two well lubed fingers inside him, but once they were buried in him and bumping against that pleasure spot Gibbs had introduced him to, pleasure overtook the discomfort. Gibbs took longer this time, working his fingers back and forth, scissoring them to help the muscles flex and give until Tim was wailing and begging to be fucked.

"Soon, Tim, soon." Gibbs eased his fingers out, adding more lube and a third finger. This time he sucked Tim's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head as a distraction. Tim softened slightly from the pain of being stretched, but it was only a few minutes before he was again begging for more. Tim glanced over at the clock and saw that they had less than twenty minutes before midnight.

"Now, Jethro. I'm ready."

"The first time, it'll be easier on your hands and knees."

Tim shook his head. "No, I want to look into your eyes when you make love to me. I want to see our future."

"Oh, Tim." Gibbs' hands were trembling as he rolled the condom into place and coated it with more lube. Moving into position, he looked at Tim's face again, seeing nothing but love and trust in those shining green eyes. As Tim pushed down, Jethro slid inside him. The two men froze, feeling the intensity of the moment before Gibbs leaned forward and kissed Tim's mouth. After giving him time to adjust, Gibbs started moving ever so slightly, biting his lip in concentration.

"I'm not made of glass, Jethro. Fuck me."

"Don't... don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." Tim had his legs wrapped around Jethro's waist and tightened them, forcing the shaft deeper inside him. "I'm ready."

"Oh, yeah." Now fully buried in his lover, Jethro started fucking. Slowly at first, until they found their rhythm, the ridge of his cock rubbing constantly over the nub deep inside Tim. Outside, revelers in the distance could be heard counting down to midnight and they instinctively matched it, one full stroke per second until the midnight fireworks went off and they picked up the pace again.

Tim couldn't believe the sensations he was feeling, between the constant stimulation of his prostate and the feel of his cock pressed between their bellies, Jethro's body hair adding a whole new level. As the last volley of fireworks went off, Jethro tightened his arms around Tim and rared back, partially lifting Tim as he sat back on his heels. Tim let out a scream as the hard thrust hit even deeper and he climaxed, pulling Gibbs along with him.

Gasping and panting, it was all Gibbs could do to control their fall back onto the bed. Tim let his fingers roam up and down Gibbs' back as they lay there, catching their breath, slowly kissing. Gibbs felt the words against his throat.

"Now that's what I call a New Year's celebration."

Gibbs pulled back enough to look at him. "God, I love you. Where have you been all my life?"

"Right here." Tim reached up and traced his finger down Jethro's face. "Waiting for you to be ready to love again."

Turning enough to kiss the fingers against his skin, Gibbs smiled. "I'm ready."

After more cuddling, Gibbs eased out and took care of cleaning them both up. Once that was done, Tim retrieved the basket of treats sitting next to the door and brought it back to the bed. Champagne and chocolate became their midnight snack as they fed each other the various morsels. Sated, full and slightly buzzed, Gibbs pulled Tim onto him, smoothing his hands up and down Tim's back as they leisurely kissed. Tim fell asleep first as Gibbs indulged in the pleasure of feeling the weight of a lover draped across him.