Just a little something fun while I fight off writer's block.

Break Room Coffee

The silver haired man ducked into the break room. He poured a cup of coffee and tried to stomach the brown liquid that reminded him of car oil. He sat on the couch, but quickly changed his mind when pain stung him. He rolled onto his stomach and just laid there. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Hey Gibbs," the CSI said as he walked in, "Calling it a day already?"

"No, Eric," he grumbled against the couch cushion, "I'm just taking a break."

"You look like you're about to fall asleep," the young man chuckled as he pulled a chair up. "What's got you so run down?"

"Horatio," the Marine mumbled as his eyes grew heavy.

"H working you too hard?" the CSI inquired as he drank his coffee.

"Not the same way he's working you too hard," the older man grumbled.

The young man laughed and shook his head. "Damn, H got a little something-something in him today?"

"Nope, it's in me."

The CSI tried to hold his laughter back but it burst through his lips.

"Eric, have you ever had anal sex before?" the silver haired man inquired, propping himself up and looking at the younger man.

"Not on the receiving end," the young man chuckled.

"Well let me tell you, when you catch four times in one day before noon it tends to wear you down. Did you know the average male only ejaculates about a table spoon of semen?"

"And now you're going to ask me if I know what it's like to have about four table spoons of semen in your ass," the CSI responded with a laugh.

"Exactly," the silver haired man said in a wry tone, "Which it feels like more than that. And let me tell you, Horatio's no little leaguer. When that man wants it, he wants it hard. When we make love it's always me pitching, but if he wants to fuck like rabbits I better spread my legs and brace for impact."

The CSI laughed again and shook his head.

"I just learned more about my brother-in-law then I will ever want to know in my life," he said.

"I could tell you a lot more if you'd like."

"No, I'm good."

"He likes having his nipples pinched during oral."

"Ok, that's great, Gibbs."

"He won't ask for it, but he enjoys rimming."

"Alright, that's enough."

"He really likes it if you squeeze his testicles while giving him a hand job."

"Not listening anymore!"

"His penis feels like you just fell onto a jackhammer."

"La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!"

"You wouldn't think someone his age would be able to bend the way he does, but boy can he."

"I can't hear you!"

"What the hell is going on here?" the redheaded Lieutenant asked as he walked in.

"Oh just board line sexual harassment, that's all," the silver haired man said with a cheeky smile.

"Jethro, I know you're not trying to cause Eric any form of discomfort," the redhead said as he walked to the counter to pour a cup of coffee.

The old Marine looked at where the CSI now stood across the room, his hands clamped over his ears. He looked back to his powerful police lover and smiled at him.

"How will you punish me if I say I am?" he asked in a wry voice.

The redhead chuckled and shook his head. He took a drink of his coffee and looked at the CSI.

"I'm terribly sorry, Eric." He said, "I hope Jethro hasn't scarred you for life."

"Oh only a little," the Marine said with another crooked smile.

"More like a lot," the CSI said. He looked towards the Marine, who lifted his mug and smiled, as if toasting him. He couldn't help but laugh. "But Gibbs sometimes reminds me of a child, so I guess I can't stay mad at him."

"Hey," the silver haired man retorted, "Name one child that drinks coffee and can shoot a sniper rifle."

"Jethro Wolfe," the CSI said as his come back, just before he left the break room.

The Marine continued to lie on his stomach on the couch, thinking over his answer.

"I think he has a point," he said to his lover.

The redhead chuckled and sat in the chair facing the couch. The silver haired man smiled at him and the redhead returned it with one of his own.

"Jethro, what am I going to do with you?" he asked with a chuckle. "You can't keep scarring my CSI team like this."

"Well tell them to man up!" the Marine said in a determined voice. "Tell them all to quit being such softies!"

"Would you talk to Abby this way?" his lover asked with a sly look.

"Hey, you can't bring my surrogate daughter into this," the silver haired man whined. "That's just not fair."

"Well then quit creating mental scars in the minds of my CSIs," the redhead retorted as he stood from his chair.

"At least they know you're great in bed!" the Marine called out as his lover left the room.