"There was one thing McGee could do and that was sad. Those puppy dog eyes of his could break your heart when they wanted to." – From the story Companion by Precious Pup.

Warning: Slash and rated M!

Gibbs

Down in his basement, Gibbs was sanding out the wood for his boat when he heard a knock. There was only one person he knew that knocked before opening the door, and that was Timothy McGee. Putting down his sander, he headed up and met McGee at the top of the stairs.

"McGee."

"Hey Boss," he said while looking a little lost.

'So cute. No, bad Gibbs.'

"Sit down; I'll get us a drink."

"Okay."

Needing to put space between himself and temptation, he headed to the kitchen to pour them some drinks before heading to the living room. McGee was still standing, looking around and lost. Gibbs just handed him his drink, which he cradled in his hands, before sitting down on the couch.

His drink paused halfway when McGee sat down beside him, he could feel his knee. Gibbs took a gulp of his drink as he found his mouth suddenly dry. He was going to hell, he knew it. The thoughts and dreams that the young man beside him starred in was surely sending him to hell. Like now, he wanted to push Timothy on his back, taste his very essence and drink him in as if he was his favorite whiskey Jack Daniels.

Gibbs damn near jumped out of his skin when he felt McGee's side push up against his and McGee's head come to rest on his shoulder. 'Too close!'

"McGee?"

"Hmm?"

"What're you doing?"

"M'lonely," he mumbled and Gibbs felt his heart pound as Tim snuggled closer to him.

"So you came here?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you come here McGee? I figured you would have gone to Abby." And damn it if that didn't leave a sour taste in his mouth and jealousy to turn him green.

"Don't love Abby."

Silence.

Gibbs stared straight as he tried to decide what he meant with that simple statement. He settled with, "Are you drunk?"

McGee giggled, Gibbs raised his eyebrow at the sound, and looked up at him. "No. Just had enough to give me courage."

"For what?"

"For this." And McGee grabbed his face, leaned forward, and softly pressed his pouty soft lips to his.

It was so soft, so sweet, and Gibbs was frozen for all of half a second in which time he thought, 'Don't give in,' before he grabbed McGee's wrists and pulled back. "McGee," he whispered hoarsely, "wait."

McGee stared at him with those sad puppy eyes and all of his control snapped. He couldn't tell him no when he looked at him with those eyes. "Damn it Timmy," he growled before crashing his lips down on Tim's, thrusting his tongue past his lips to get acquainted with his mouth.

'So good!'

He slowly lied back, pulling Tim along with him to lie on top of him. "You sure you want this?" he asked even as he started untucking his shirt and pulling it over his head, kissing any piece of skin he could touch.

"Yes," Tim whispered as he in return started undressing him. "Wanted you for so long."

"Me too Timmy," said as he quickly stripped them both of their pants, "me too." Tim looked down at him smiling and he frowned. "What?"

"I like when you call me that."

"Good. Now, I'm going to touch you Timmy."

"Yes," he sighed as Gibbs' hands trailed down his back, over his ass. Gibbs groaned along with Tim as he finally could feel the pale smooth skin that had distracted him over the years way too much. He grabbed the globes in his hands and squeezed, feeling the muscle in his hands. "Five out of five."

Tim chuckled.

He brought one hand up and put two of his fingers in front of Tim's lips. "Suck them."

Eyes still connected, he slowly licked up the two fingers before pulling them into his mouth, humming and coating them with saliva.

Gibbs could just feel his eyes darken as he watched Tim's mouth work his fingers, images and past fantasies of his mouth working something else. "God Timmy," he murmured before pulling his fingers free of Tim's mouth and spreading his cheeks.

He watched, he watched as Tim gasped when he slipped in a finger. Needing more of his Timmy, he leaned up to kiss Tim, quickly dominating the kiss. His second finger pressed in with his first and he pulled away from Tim to hiss, "Ride them," before going back to his mouth.

Tim groaned loudly at his words before pushing back on his fingers, them being swallowed by his hole and then pulling up. Gibbs nipped at Tim's bottom lip, trailing kisses and nips along his jawline and down his neck. He couldn't get enough.

"Need...more...ugh!"

"You want more?"

"Yes!"

"Good." Because he wanted—no needed—more of Tim.

"Here," he mumbled and leaned over to come back with a tube of lube in which Gibbs raised an eyebrow. Tim blushed but smiled, "Always ready."

Chuckling, he took the lube and quickly spread it on himself before throwing it to the side and grab Tim's hip with one hand while the other led his dick to Tim's hole. He paused and looked at Tim questioningly. 'Has he done this before?'

Tim, in his lust induced state, moaned, "C'mon Jethro. I won't break. I've done this before."

A growl ripped through Gibbs chest before he slammed Tim down onto his cock and snapped his arms around him to lock his body to his. Timmy was his damn it!

"Ah!" Tim screamed and let his head limply fall onto Gibbs' shoulder as Gibbs had raise up so that they were both sitting up, his back leaning against the arm of the couch.

"Who'd you let touch you?" he couldn't help but growl in his ear as he pulled Tim up and then slammed him down, the head hitting right on Tim's prostate. He honestly didn't want to know, but his natural possessiveness demanded to know who touched his Timmy.

"Ngh, no one."

"Don't lie."

"Just...oh God...just a friend."

"Who?" His teeth and lips were everywhere, his arms were tight, and he was slamming Tim down on his cock with such force he about blacked out. Tim was so tight around him, he'd never felt it before.

"Ugh, Jethro," he moaned and his arms tightened around his neck as he kissed him.

And suddenly it didn't matter. It did, but he didn't want to hear it when he could be making Tim say his own name. "Say it again," he groaned and felt Tim's ass clench around him.

"Jethro."

"Again."

"Jet-thro," he stuttered as their thrusts lost their rhythm and they became jerky.

Gibbs yanked Tim's head back and clamped his teeth on his pulse point. "Again," he growled around the flesh between his teeth.

"Jethro!"

Tim exploded, his climax landing on both their chests and Gibbs couldn't hold back. He joined Tim and coated Tim's walls as he released inside him. "Timmy!"

They collapsed against each other in exhaustion, their breaths panting and in each other's face.

Gibbs ran his fingers through Tim's hair as he laid back down, basking in the feel of Tim in his arms finally.

Tim raised his head to look at him, his chin resting on his chest, and Gibbs smiled—an honest smile and not his usual half smirk half smile. He looked like he just had a thorough fuck; he was sated and all sleepy eyed, but a sexual heat and spark in his eyes that was a great contrast to those puppy eyes he had been wearing earlier.

"You good Timmy?"

He beamed with a hum. "Yes Jethro." And he rested his head back down with his face tucked into his neck.

'Thank you Timmy.'

Review please.

I had planned for the next chapter to be the last, but then another one came to mind. And while writing it, I realized I can continue to go with this story. So, I guess I'm wondering if anyone is interested in me continuing after Tim's chapter. And if so, who would you like it to be?

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