Lemons

They walked into the shower room together, reeking of de-comp.

"I can't believe they flew me all the way down to Miami to look at some dead Marine," the silver haired man said with a shake of his head. "Then when I get here it turns out he's so decomposed that you can't even tell who he is or if he really is a Marine and I end up smelling like a dead person."

"I'm sorry, Jethro," the redhead chuckled, "Do you want me to call the director and file a formal complaint?"

"No," his lover said with a smirk as he turned on two different showers, "I just want you to share those lemons you keep in your office fridge just in case with me."

"Oh I see how it is," he chuckled. "You come all the way here just to roll around in the de-comp and then use me for my lemons."

"Oh believe me, Horatio, I have more for you," his lover said as he pressed his hips against the other man's backside.

The hot water poured down their bodies as they stood inside the shower stall together. Their tongues met and their erections rubbed together as the silver haired man pinned him against the shower wall.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," his lover growled in his ear, "That you're going to scream my name."

"Won't everyone hear?" he chuckled as two slick fingers slid inside him.

"Not if I make you be quiet." He grabbed a washcloth and folded it in half and then rolled it up. He carefully stuffed it into the redhead's mouth and smirked at his ridiculous facial expression.

"You look silly," his lover teased, kissing the end of his nose.

Before he knew it his lover's hard erection was sliding into him. He tried to keep quiet as his lover began thrusting inside him, but the intense pleasure he was feeling made it hard to do. He wrapped his legs around the silver haired man's waist and allowed his strong body to take his weight.

His lover was careful not to thrust too hard, wanting to avoid echoing the skin-on-skin slapping noise through the entire locker room. He bit at the redhead's neck, causing him to cry out every time. His lover chuckled and massaged his butt cheeks in his hands.

"I always did admire you for your nice ass," he whispered. "You have such nice, firm cheeks. I just always had the desire to slap it. Even before I fell in love with you I thought you looked good in your expensive suits. But now I get to pound that nice ass whenever I want."

He moaned into the fabric balled in his mouth as his climax grew closer with each passing second. His lover's hand engulfed his hard member and began slowly stroking him, causing his erection to begin leaking with pre-cum. The silver haired man leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Cum for me," he quietly said, his words tickling the redhead's ear. He came with a muffled groan, just before his lover released his essence deep into his body.

His lover carefully pulled out of him and removed the washcloth gag as the redhead settled his legs back under him.

"Damn," he whispered, gently kissing him, "That was good."

"Even though we smell like dead people?" his lover chuckled.

He chuckled and grabbed a pre-sliced lemon. "Well that part I wasn't too fond of, but I can fix that."

They showered together, spreading lemon juice across each other's bodies. Just as they finished the silver haired man knelt to his knees, taking the other man's member into his mouth. The redhead had to bite his bottom lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, but the anxiety of getting caught caused him to climax quickly.

"That was an unexpected surprise," he whispered as they climbed from the shower.

"I thought you would like that," his lover chuckled as he turned off the other unused shower. "You can repay me later, back at your house tonight."

"I knew you were going to say that," he chuckled as they redressed in clean clothes.

His lover smiled and gently kissed him. "I love you, Horatio," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Jethro," he whispered in response.

They briefly linked hands but released their hold as they walked out the door.

The two young officers stuck their heads out from behind their curtain shower doors, one an MDPD CSI and the other a special agent for NCIS. They looked at each other skeptically before they spoke.

"Was that…" the CSI quietly said.

"Our bosses…" the special agent continued.

"Showering…"

"Together…?"

They stared at each other for a silent moment before they both began laughing.

"No," the CSI laughed, "It couldn't be."

"No way," the special agent chuckled, "They don't get any more masculine than Horatio Caine and Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

The CSI and Special Agent are Ryan and McGee. I feel like Ryan and McGee would be naïve enough to think they misinterpreted a situation like this.