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Rule Twenty-Six: Never apologize - it's a sign of weakness.
The large hands buried deep in his hair tightened when his hands made their way down to the buckle, making fast work of it and the button-fly on Gibbs' jeans following in short order. Tim yanked his mouth away from the ravenous kiss Jethro had him trapped in, dropping to his knees.
Jethro gasped loudly when Tim fished his hard dick out, the sound bouncing around the stopped elevator before fading out. He leaned back into the wall as much as he could to keep his suddenly weak knees from giving way.
And to think, all he'd done was bark at Tim for risking his career. Some probie on another team had been accused of hurting his girlfriend and she'd gotten him in trouble with the D.C. LEOs. The probie, Salts, knew that Tim would help, and get Jethro's help, if he convinced Tim that he hadn't done any such thing to the girlfriend. Of course Tim believed him. Even stood up for the smallish lynx shifter to the Director. Vance didn't have any bones of sending Tim down to the sub-basement for an extended period of time if the probie's story blew up in his and Jethro's faces and made sure everyone knew it.
Jethro was angry with his mate. As far as he was concerned, anything that would remotely separate them, or the rest of his pack, was to be dealt with quickly and harshly. So that's what their team did. Quickly proved that the girlfriend was a lying, manipulative bitch and got Salts off the cops' radar.
As soon as Salts had finished thank the team profusely, Tim had pulled them into the elevator. Which brought Jethro back to what was going on now. Tim on his knees and Jethro panting as his mate finally took his cock into his mouth, making him shout in pleasure.
He knew he didn't like apologies, but if this was the kind he was gonna get from Tim from now on, he really wasn't going to complain.
End.