a/n - No, I haven't fallen off the end of the Earth. My daughter and son-in-law have both had the flu (on top of her surgery) so I've had the little ones most of the daytime hours of the last two weeks. This was a chapter I couldn't write around them and I was too tired by the time I was able to go home every night. The upside is that I did get eleven chapters of my newest gen story finished and a few chunks of Impressions (You want a hint? Gibbs, dog, skunk.)

Gibbs smiled and helped Tim sit up to take his t-shirt off the rest of the way. Letting his fingers slide up Tim's arms, Gibbs bent close to kiss his jaw before trailing his lips down Tim's neck. He could feel Tim's hands doing their own exploring and when his shirt got in the way, Gibbs pulled back long enough to tug it off and toss it away.

Now it was Tim's turn to smile as he ran his fingers through Jethro's chest hair, causing a shudder in the older man as his thumbs rolled and pinched the nipples.

Gibbs growled as he dove back in for another kiss, not coming up for air until Tim was trembling and moaning his name. Only then did he pull back to look at Tim. Flushed and aroused, Tim smiled back at him, suddenly shy and aware of his near nakedness.

"Beautiful and all mine." Reenforcing what he'd said earlier, Gibbs leaned close and rubbed his nose against Tim's jaw, letting him feel the words as he heard them. "I want it all, every square inch of you." He kissed his way down Tim's throat and onto his chest. Although it wasn't particularly visible yet, he could clearly feel the increasing breast tissue under each nipple as he skimmed his lips over them. Smiling to himself at that discovery, he started sucking, going back and forth between the two sides until Tim was panting and moaning as he helplessly thrust his hips upward.

Taking the hint, Gibbs pulled back and stood, never taking his eyes off of Tim. The naked desire he saw turned him on even more and he gave Tim a slow smile as he unbuttoned his pants and let them slide off his hips. The boxers were next and then he stood naked next to the bed, not remembering the last time he'd been that hard without his cock even being touched.

Climbing over Tim's closest leg, Gibbs settled on his knees between them before reaching out. One hand on each side of Tim's waist, he eased them down until his fingers slid under the lowered waistband. Watching the desire and wonder on Tim's face, Gibbs let his hands continue downward until each palm was cupped around Tim's butt cheeks. More muscular and firmer than any of his former lovers, Gibbs found he quite like the change.

Never breaking contact, Gibbs rotated his hands enough to stroke his fingertips close to Tim's most private place. The gasp and moaned 'yes' told him that Tim was all right with his ultimate desires.

The boxers were straining against the hard flesh they contained and Gibbs wanted to see him totally naked. Carefully, he pulled on the elastic as he eased the boxers down, Tim helping by lifting up as needed. Once Tim's penis popped free, Gibbs paused to admire it.

He'd certainly seen other men over the years, locker rooms and communal showers left little room for modesty, especially in the corps. He'd even participated in a few circle jerks in the barracks before he met Shannon, but it was an unwritten rule that you didn't look too close. Now, he took in his fill. Watching a bead of moisture form at the tip, Gibbs caught it with his thumb, circling around the head before licking his thumb clean.

Tim moaned at the sight. "I'm not going to last very long, Jethro."

"I know, me neither." Gibbs shifted enough to slide Tim's boxers the rest of the way off, tossing them onto the pile of clothes in the corner. Once his legs were free, Tim spread them, rolling his hips up and exposing his most private parts.

If he were honest with himself, up until this point, Gibbs had been what many would have called vanilla in bed. He was quite adept at pleasuring a woman, but he'd had little desire to explore the less traditional forms of lovemaking. Biting his lip slightly, he trailed a fingertip over Tim's entrance, watching the skin spasm, the tiny hole tightening up even more as it twitched. "You've never?"

"No, not yet." It was meant to entice, Gibbs knew, but there was just a touch of fear in those green eyes.

Gibbs nodded, his hand creeping back up to pump Tim's cock a few times. "Neither have I, and I have to be honest and admit I don't know exactly what I'm doing. I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

"I'm not made of glass."

"I know." Decision made, he lifted Tim's legs enough that Tim was draped over his thighs and he leaned forward until their shafts were side by side. Both were leaking heavily, providing plenty of moisture as Gibbs wrapped his hand around them both and set up a rhythm. Curving his back to keep pressure off Tim's belly, he leaned forward for another kiss. "But we have the rest of our lives, and I won't risk causing you pain."

Close to the point of no return, Tim was panting. "Should probably... do some research."

Gibbs was relishing the feel of Tim's cock rubbing against his own as he, too, was almost to the tipping point. "Yeah, and clear it with your doctor." Tim's balls were up tight against his body and Gibbs could feel the tingling in the base of his own cock. Their speed increased and then Tim arched his back and cried out, taking Jethro with him.

Catching his breath, Gibbs rolled to lay at Tim's side before gingerly licking at his fingers. He knew there would be a slight bitterness to his own fluids, a byproduct of excessive coffee drinking, but the difference between them still surprised him. "I can taste the difference between us."

"Yeah?" Tim caught his hand and pulled it towards his mouth, Gibbs groaning as his tongue danced across his palm. He watched, but unlike several women in his past, there was no sign of disgust on Tim's face.

Once Tim had Gibbs' hand spotless, Gibbs returned the favor as he dropped his head down and started licking Tim's belly, smiling as he felt the long fingers carding through his hair. Like a cat cleaning up spilled cream, he didn't stop until Tim's belly was clean.

Lazy kisses followed as Gibbs stretched out next to Tim, enjoying the closeness they seemed to have discovered. He didn't want to stop touching the younger man, but he also didn't want to push for more sex too soon. Instead, he took Tim's hand and sat up. "Let's take a shower." Tim followed him, the shy smile broadening when they bypassed the downstairs bathroom with the tiny shower stall for the upstairs bathroom with the shower-tub combination.

Once in the shower they slowly washed each other, using soap slicked hands to explore and caress. Soon they were both hard again and Tim turned to face the tile wall, supporting himself with one arm while the other reached back to pull Gibbs closer.

"Oh, yeah." The older man caught on immediately and slipped his cock in the warm crevice of Tim's butt cheeks. Finding the angle he wanted, he started to stroke.

Tim kept his legs tight together as Jethro's shaft rubbed against his opening and continued on to nudge at the back of his balls. Their earlier lovemaking had taken the edge off, allowing them to enjoy the slow build this time around.

The extra inch in height put Tim's ass in a perfect position and Gibbs could pump his hips without straining his back. Tim had both arms crossed, resting on the tile, allowing him to easily take all of his weight and a great deal of Gibbs'. That freed up Gibbs' hands to explore Tim's body at leisure. He started with Tim's chest, honing in on his nipples and the thickening breast tissue beneath them. Pinching and rolling them, he had Tim keening and whimpering within minutes.

"Have they always been this sensitive?"

"Not like they are now. I think you could make me come just playing with them."

"Yeah? We'll have to try that one of these days." Gibbs started nuzzling and kissing the side of Tim's neck and Tim lifted one arm off the shower wall to wrap around Gibbs' neck, keeping him close. Held close and feeling Tim begin to tire, Gibbs continued to play with his nipples with one hand while the other hand began to migrate lower. Down over the swell of his belly to tease at his belly button, before wrapping thick, strong fingers around the hard shaft. Matching the speed of his hand to the rhythm of his cock, Gibbs latched his mouth on the side of Tim's neck as they both climaxed. Spent, now it was Gibbs' turn to support the both of them as Tim sagged back against him. Enjoying the little noises Tim made, Gibbs finished washing them and they climbed out just as the water started to turn cold.

Grateful that the heater was keeping the bathroom plenty warm, Gibbs took his time drying Tim's body, making sure he wouldn't get chilled, before letting Tim return the favor. Both wrapped in towels, they returned to the bedroom, neither bothering with boxers before climbing back into bed.

Once he had Tim settled against him, Gibbs let his mind drift, enjoying the moment, but a worry still niggled at his memories. "Did they hurt you?"

"What?"

"The guards, did they ever hurt you?"

Tim sighed, he'd known that Gibbs wouldn't have let that go. "Before the surgery, when I was locked up, there were a couple that claimed I could trade my ass or mouth for a better life there."

"Bastards." Gibbs pulled him close.

"I never accepted their offers, and they were too afraid of somebody to force it."

"Davidson?"

"I'm not sure." Tim burrowed his face against Gibbs' neck and stroked his sides. "After the surgery, there were always too many people around for them to even suggest something, but they were always there, watching me."

"They'll never come near you again." The action of Gibbs' hands were matching Tim's, stroke for stroke as he nuzzled closer. "Mine, you're all mine." He felt Tim's lips graze across his jaw before pull back to look at the younger man.

Tim smiled up at him. "I'm yours, always have been." He settled back down, rubbing his cheek on the soft mat of hair as the strong heartbeat filled his ear.

Gibbs enjoyed the moment, reveling in the feel of soft breathing against his chest before he tipped his face down to kiss the top of Tim's head. "Always will be." For himself, he would have been content to stay like that all night, but Tim needed to eat. Right on cue, he heard Tim's stomach rumble, then felt the younger man smile against his chest. "Sounds like somebody's hungry."

"Yeah." Tim's answer was slow and sleepy as he snuggled closer.

Despite their need for food, Gibbs had no desire to spend the next several hours tending the fireplace. "Kinda late to do up the steaks, so how about some Italian?" Gibbs kissed his head before sliding out of the bed and retrieving his clothes. "Stay put, and I'll be back as quick as I can."

Warm and content, Tim snuggled deeper into the blankets and watched Gibbs as he dressed and called down to the guards posted outside. Tonight it was Dorneget and Matt Collins from Balboa's team. He could hear Dorneget's voice over the phone, stumbling over his thanks for the offered coffee as Gibbs bent down to kiss Tim again.

"Bring some creamer back with you."

"Why?" Gibbs tucked his weapon into his holster before sliding into his shoes.

Tim reminded him of one simple fact. "Dorneget thinks the coffee in the break room is good."

"Good point." Gibbs swooped in for one last kiss before reluctantly pulling away. Realizing how close to closing time it was, he called in their order as he was backing out of the driveway.

-NCIS-

"Hey, Frank, hey Ruth." Gibbs smiled as he pulled out his wallet. "Sorry for the late order." He was the only customer in the restaurant and Frank was mopping the floor behind the register.

Ruth rang up his order as she started to scold him. "Another take out order, Jethro? Just when are you going to introduce us to this woman that's put such a smile on your face? She's not still sick, is she?"

"Well, actually." Gibbs rubbed at the side of his face before deciding to just spit it out. "She's a he and his name is Tim."

Frank dumped the mop in the bucket. "A he? You're with a man? After all these years, you're telling us you're gay, Jethro?"

"No, dear." Ruth patted her husband's arm. "I saw it on Oprah. If he's dated women, too, than he's a bisexual. Isn't that right, Jethro?"

"I'm not really sure, Ruth, haven't really thought about it. I just know that I'm happier than I ever thought I'd be." Gibbs shrugged as he watched their reactions.

Ruth was beaming, while Frank seemed less convinced. "Gotta admit, I didn't see this one coming, Gunny. So, he's the one that's been sick? Good grief, it's not AIDS, is it? You're being careful, right? He hasn't infected you, has he?"

"No." Gibbs felt the side of his mouth twitch, but controlled it, not wanting to insult the elderly man, and convinced they weren't ready to hear the true details. "It's nothing like that, Frank. He's being monitored very closely by his doctor, but it's nothing contagious, I promise."

Frank was silent as Ruth rang up the order. "If you're happy, that's the important thing. So, are you celebrating something important tonight?"

Gibbs' ears turned red as he stumbled over an answer, and Ruth took pity on him.

"We're not so old that we don't remember those kinds of celebrations, dear." She moved to the case that held the refrigerated desserts. "Now, a celebration deserves a treat. What would your young man like? Chocolate cake? Tiramisu? Perhaps a slice of cheesecake with fresh fruit?"

He chuckled at her enthusiasm. "All right, Ruth, we'll take a couple of slices of the cheesecake - oh, and three coffees."

-NCIS-

After delivering two of the coffees, and a handful of creamers, to the guards, Gibbs stopped in the kitchen. He poured a glass of milk and then walked into the bedroom carrying the two drinks with the bags hanging from his finger.

Tim smiled at him as he came through the door. "Hey."

"Hey, yourself." Gibbs set everything on the nightstand before helping Tim set up. Once Tim was leaning back on the pillows propped against the headboard, Gibbs stripped down to his boxers. Tim held up the covers and Gibbs joined him before handing over the food. "I got you extra mushrooms."

Opening the container, Tim found his Chicken Marsala piled high with big chunks of mushrooms and happily dug in.