Title: Kiss Me
Rating: M
Summary: Tim forgets what day it is and suffers the consequences.
A/N: HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
Kiss Me
Tim moaned as he sat down in his chair at the end of the day. How could he forget what day it was? He had shown up to work, horrified to see everyone wearing something green as it was St. Patrick's day, and him? No green.
And it sucked.
He never realized how many women were grabbers. The number of times he's been pinched by women—on the butt—far outranked how many men have pinched him somewhere else. Though, he was sure a few men have snuck a pinch to his butt while a woman was around.
And who was the first to pinch his butt?
Ziva!
He had been walking to the bullpen and as soon as he passed her desk and gave her a hello, she reached out and pinched him. And the woman grinned at him when he turned to glare at her, saying that she was finally glad for the opportunity to pinch his four out of five tush. Tony and Abby quickly followed, along with a long lecture from Abby on the importance of wearing green and why he of all people should be wearing green and celebrating. And he knew that she and Tony were the ones to spread the word that Tim wasn't wearing green.
His butt cheeks were sore along with other parts. But mostly his butt.
"McGee."
Opening his eyes, he looked to see Gibbs standing beside his desk, looking down at him. "Hey Boss."
"You alright?"
"Yeah. Butt hurts a bit though."
The man's lips quirked up in a tiny smirk and Tim felt a jolt of desire as he stared at those lips and then into the man's blue eyes. Boss was lucky he was so scary because Tim was sure that if he wasn't, a lot of women would have been pinching his behind. Tim had the urge to do it himself and had to clench his hands to make sure he didn't as the man turned around and went back to his desk.
"Come on McGee."
"Huh?"
Gibbs jerked his head to the elevator and Tim knew it was for them to go. So, getting his things, he quickly caught up with the man and got in the elevator. He didn't bother to try and discreetly rub his behind as they stood there because Gibbs would have caught it anyway.
The older man smirked.
"So, where we going?"
"Out."
"Oh, I don't know, Boss." Just the thought of going out somewhere, still with no green on, he feared for the safety of his butt cheeks. "I'm not sure—"
"Don't worry about it," Gibbs said and Tim listened. He had no idea what his boss had planned, but if he said not to worry, then he wouldn't. He trusted the man.
They made their way to the garage and Tim followed Gibbs as instructed and soon found himself in Gibbs' house and on the couch. Gibbs came back from the basement with bourbon and two glasses, taking a seat beside Tim.
"Here ya go."
"Thanks boss." He wasn't much of a drinker, but one glass was okay. "Anyone try to pinch you today?"
Again Gibbs' lips quirked up in that half smirk, half smile that Tim had to stop liking so much. He took a sip of his drink while Gibbs shook his head. "Apart from Abby no."
"Well of course Abby. She's the only one not afraid of you."
Gibbs looked over at him with his glass paused halfway to his lips. "You scared of me Tim?"
Freezing at the way Gibbs said his first name, and the fact that Gibbs' entire focus was on him—something that's never happened before—he swallowed. And he knew it was loud as he could hear it in the silence of the room. Looking away, he cleared his throat and shook his head. "Uh, no. No I'm not."
"Good," he nodded before taking a drink from his glass and Tim had to tear his eyes away from Gibbs' working throat.
They sat in silence together, drinking and having the occasional word with each other. It wasn't until Tim moved around and hissed. He leaned over a bit to rub at his behind. "Man, I am going to have bruises tomorrow. I don't know how many times I've been pinched today. And I think Ziva's was the hardest."
This time Gibbs outright grinned with a chuckle and Tim really wished he hadn't done that. The silver haired man was really attractive and when he smiled…yeah, Tim really, really wished he hadn't done that.
"Wait here," Gibbs instructed and got up to leave the room and Tim refrained from staring at Gibbs' ass. Instead, he leaned back, squirming to get more comfortable than he was, and sighed, closing his eyes. After the long day and the desire that's been running through his body for the older man, he needed rest.
He had to admit that this wasn't the first time he's desired Gibbs. To be honest, when he first met him, he was attracted. Of course he was scared and intimidated, but for the first second that he looked into those blue eyes and before he learned his name, he actually had an urge to pounce on someone. Then of course he learned who the blue eyed man was and pushed it away.
Over the years, every now and again, the attraction would sneak up on him. In dreams and the few times he'd look up from his work to see Gibbs working hard at his desk, focused on whatever was the task, and Tim would want to get up and kiss him. Move all that focus from his work to him. Maybe even straddle him and let Gibbs have his way with him on the desk.
Okay, he had to get a grip as he could feel himself get hotter and his dick began to stir. And what great timing too, Gibbs came back with a tube of something.
"Here, this should help."
Tim blinked. "Thanks." He went to reach for it but Gibbs held it away. "Boss?"
"You're gonna need help putting it on."
"Um…" He cursed as he felt himself blushing as his mind quickly came up with images of him lying down as Gibbs palmed his ass, maybe massage it a little before spreading him and having his way with him on the couch. 'Get a grip! Come on, Tim!'
"Not asking," Gibbs said before Tim could say anything. "Come on."
"Uh…"
Gibbs rolled his eyes before drilling his steel blue eyes into his green ones and twirled his finger in the universal sign of turn around before pointing the couch for him to lie down. Working for Gibbs, you learn to communicate with less words and you also learned that there was a time to argue and a time to comply and this was definitely a time to comply.
So, feeling his ears heat as he blushed, he turned to lie facedown on the couch and raised his hips enough to unbuckled, unbutton, and unzip his pants. And hesitating for a while, he finally pushed his pants and underwear down enough that his ass was bare. He had to hide his face in the cushion, he was so embarrassed, especially when he squeaked as Gibbs' fingers brushed against a few spots that were tender.
"Yeah, you'll be sore, but this will help."
"O-okay," he stuttered embarrassed, jumping when he felt the cold balm. "Cold."
Gibbs grunted but gave his rear a small pat before he started to spread it over his skin, massaging it in. Tim had to practically chew through his bottom lip so that he didn't groan and moan.
He always loved Gibbs' hands—rough and callused; working man's hands—and now they were on him. They were on his ass. 'Oh God!'
Tim tried everything; he tried picturing his old overweight gym teacher wearing a bikini, he even tried picturing Tony and Sacks together. But Gibbs' hands kept pushing those images away to be replaced by new ones, getting him hard, filling him with warmth and—
He gasped as Gibbs grabbed both cheeks and squeezed. Peaking out from the cushion he had in his face, he looked at Gibbs and bit his bottom lip harder at the intent focus on the man's face. They were silent for so long that Tim nearly jumped out of his skin when Gibbs spoke.
"I'm an ass man, Tim."
Tim promptly pushed his butt into Gibbs' hands as the massage turned into a caress and his breath hitched when he felt a finger trailed down his crack. "I can tell," he whispered and again put his face into the cushion as his lubed finger—no idea when the lube came out—circled his rim. A whimper escaped him when Gibbs stopped.
"Gotta tell me right now Tim if you don't want this because I ain't stopping once I start."
"…Please…"
And that was all Gibbs needed. He gently pushed the tip of his finger inside him, breaching his hole, before pushing in the rest of the way. Tim sighed and helped get his pants off by raising his hips, in the process pushing the finger deeper. "Ah. More," he whimpered and threw one leg off the couch so his legs were spread. Again he sighed when two fingers pushed into him, this time he mewled when his fingers brushed his prostate. "Gibbs."
"Jethro."
"Jethro," he begged and soon found himself being pushed up and maneuvered until he was on his knees, his hands gripping the arm of the couch as he leaned over it. His ass was waving in the air and if he wasn't so horny and needy he would have been blushing.
Instead, he cried out when he felt Jethro's tongue on his rim, giving a swipe with the flat of his tongue that had Tim panting quickly. 'Totally not what they were thinking when they said "Kiss Me, I'm Irish".' He clawed at the arm of the couch when that sinful tongue pushed past the ring of tight muscle and thrust into him, tasting him like a starving man. "Fuck!" he cried when Jethro's teeth nipped at his rim and he thought he saw stars in the corner of his eye.
"You want more Tim?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes. More," he begged, but Gibbs pulled back and Tim nearly cried in frustration. He didn't, he cried out instead when Jethro gav a swift swat to his backside.
"Behave. I've got more for you."
"Yes," he sighed.
He listened to the movement behind him until he finally got tired of not knowing what was going on, and when he turned to look behind him, he nearly lost it right there. Jethro was slicking his cock with lube, stroking up and down, up and down, and his cock... Tim unknowingly licked his lips as he looked at that cock. Perfect for sucking and he really wanted to do the sucking.
A pat on his behind brought his eyes up to Jethro's and his blue eyes were nearly black. "In due time, Tim."
With that, he spread his cheeks open before leading his cock to his entrance, pushing gently until the tip popped inside him. Stroking his back gently, Gibbs flexed and drove his cock the rest of the way inside him and Tim's head fell forward at the full feeling. He tried to catch his breath as Jethro's tip was right on his prostate, brushing with every little move, and bracing himself, he leaned forward before pushing back, filling himself with Jethro again.
"Fuck, Tim," Jethro grunted. "So warm, so tight, so good."
Jethro plastered himself to his back and rode him hard and long, Tim pushing his hips back to meet every thrust. His head was yanked back by the grip Jethro had on his hair and he nearly passed out when the man behind him pounder even harder, ramming in to him like nothing before. His vision blurred as he gasped for breath and clawed at anything he could. The pleasure was beginning to be too much as Jethro continued to ride him.
"Jethro...please."
A nip to his ear nearly sent him over but it didn't. He needed more than that and Jethro knew what it was as he wrapped his hand around his cock and latched his teeth onto his neck.
"Jethro!"
White hot pleasure exploded behind his eyelids as his cum shot out of him and into Jethro's hand, Jethro's cock pulsing inside him as he climaxed right with him. His ass clenching around him.
Tim slumped as he tried to catch his breath and grunted when he felt Jethro collapse right on top of him. It wasn't all that comfortable with the arm of the couch digging into his chest, but he didn't say anything as he was too busy trying to clear his vision and be able to breathe normally again. He eventually caught it and felt light kisses being placed on his shoulder and alon his neck. Tim turned his head and sighed as their lips finally connected. It was lazy and a bit sloppy with the angle his head was at, but it was great nonetheless and Tim sighed in comfortable pleasure.
Tim woke later in the bedroom after another round and turned to look at Jethro. The man was lightly snoring-never knew he did that-and he looked so peaceful and rested. Turning over on his side, propping himself up on his elbow, he reached out to gently run the tips of his fingers through that silver hair and softly smiled when Jethro turned into his caress. This was a side of Jethro that no one saw and Tim felt really possessive of the fact.
He was reluctant to wake Jethro, so he just relaxed beside him and matched his breathing to his, lulling himself back to sleep as he curled up right up to Jethro's side. Before he succumbed to sleep, he felt Jethro's arm wrap around him and pull him close, his lips pressing against his forehead in a gentle kiss.
He had no idea where this was going when the woke up, but he was excited to find out.
The End.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! They're appreciated.
Hope everyone had a wonderful St. Patrick's Day.