A heated confrontation - a sensual memory - and an honest discussion
Unwilling to set neighbors' tongues gossiping about the young lady any more than he wants them doing so about her brother, Gibbs does not invite her inside since he's home alone right now. Instead, as he plants himself along the porch railing, his back to the yard, easily within quiet conversational distance, he gestures toward the swing on his front porch for her. Watching her take a seat there, he can't help but inwardly grin at the memory of he and Tim, hands touching as they quickly heated things up between them, installing it just the other day, in the very late night hours. His mind can't help but flashback to their most intimate moment of that most enjoyable task.
***Flashback***
Their bodies touching each other seemingly everywhere, Tim's hands holding the chain up so Leroy, standing flush up against him, can slide it onto the anchored hook, both of them moaning in lust when Tim's tightly covered cock jumps at the contact with the older man's ass, covered only by the sweats he always wears
"We should do this kind of stuff more often." Tim whispers huskily as his hips move against Leroy's again and again. "Are we done yet?"
With a warm chuckle, Leroy finishes his task and slides his hands provocatively down his lover's arms, lingering in multiple hot spots along the way. "Dunno, Tim. Feels like we're just gettin' started."
"Leroy." Tim moans.
Leroy's hands settle down on the top of the swing while pushing his backside back against his lover, the younger man's own hands coming down and finding the older man's hips, pulling them back to him with no sign of patience or gentleness.
"God I need to feel you around me."
Leroy's eyebrows march up to his hairline He doesn't remember hearing Tim sound so desperate outside the bedroom. Sure, they've both felt it and acted on it with each other in the course of their still fairly new relationship; but Tim's never vocalized it like this before - in a completely different setting. He has to sound this out in case there's something going on he's not aware of. "Tim?"
Dropping his head down onto his lover's shoulder's, Tim's response is a little muffled but still full of a sadness Leroy doesn't like hearing. "I'm sorry. It's just...it's been a rough week, Leroy." In a surprisingly bold move that has desperation written all over it, Tim quickly unzips his snug fitting slacks and pulls himself out, thrusting lustily against his lover's backside. "God, you feel sooo good!"
While still on board with encouraging Tim to lose his inhibitions, Leroy's unwilling to have these kinds of moments with his lover when their relationship has until now always included the emotions they can read in each other's eyes as they take these journeys together. He turns around and stifles the younger man's movements, moving his own hands to cradle Tim's cock, easing the younger man's hand off the already swollen rod, replacing it with his own. "I gotcha, Tim." He reminds him gently.
As a shudder ripples through Tim's body, Leroy cards his lover's hair while the younger man seems to literally fall into the attention. "That's it, babe. Let it go."
A tear slides out of the corner of Tim's eyes as he closes them against the obviously overwhelming emotional moment they've both just inadvertently created. Realizing that this is the first time he's ever called Tim by such an loving endearment, Leroy is quick to zero in on what he's already noticed and put two and two together enough to understand that this is a heavy moment for the younger man. He wipes away the wetness from Tim's face and kisses him invitingly yet reassuringly, his other hand still making sweet love to the treasure he's staked his claim on. He continues to verbally reel him back in from the depths of whatever's cast him adrift like this. "Together, Tim. Always."
A muffled sob catches in Tim's throat and he seems rooted in place, leaning heavily into his lover's strength and support. Leroy stops what he's doing to slide Tim's pants down the rest of the way and lead him out of them. Standing back up, he wordlessly seeks out the younger man's mouth and tenderly kisses him in a lingering kiss, one that lengthens and deepens when Tim wraps his arms around his lover's neck and stretches upward against him seductively, wringing a moan of ecstasy from Leroy's throat.
The older man glories in the feel of the younger man's body so provocatively pasting itself to his, pleasure spiking througg him so strongly he can't hold it in, pulling back from the kiss to card Tim's hair to whisper "Beautiful, Tim. So beautiful."
He revels in the joy of expressing himself as well as the positive reinforcement it gives Tim who deserves at least that much. The megawatt smile that lights up the night is all the proof Leroy needs, that silence is not always golden. As they stand molded together now, chest to chest, one naked hip alongside one hip still clothed, he can only hold firmly to their embrace, his own emotions threatening to overwhelm him.
Holding onto his lover, supporting him, not only from the obvious emotional overload from the painful week he's had, but also in this physical reminder of the strength of the love they've found in each other and for each other, his carnal hunger for this beautiful man begins to override all else. Almost as if reading his mind, Tim 's mouth claims his own, gently inviting Leroy back to dance, his hands wrapping themselves around the older man's back, pulling him closer and holding him there.
Leroy catches his breath on a shaky sigh and holds it as he pulls back from Tim's kiss and begins tracing his throat with kisses, until finally the younger man exhales, letting his shoulders relax. Leroy angles his head, pressing more gentle kisses into the hollow of Tim's throat, silently encouraging him to raise his head until he tips his head back, silently asking for more. Their fingers join where they hold Tim's face now, a strong, pillow of the gentlest kind. In the kindest whisper, he offers his love:
"I'm here for you."
Visibly swallowing hard, Tim nods; the ability to speak seemingly out of his reach.
Infused with the curl of sensual abandon at his lover's obviously overwhelmed state, the older man gently kisses him again for a brief moment before pulling back gently. Leroy blazes a sensual path along Tim's neck now, the power he feels within his exploration nearly stealing his breath away, the fire raging through him, leaving him desperate to have more of his lover, his hands pulling the younger man closer to him.
Tim pulls back from the kiss, breathing heavily "Leroy." he whispers on a broken note of want mixed with need and desire.
His heart singing, Leroy gently propels Tim to the swing, settling him down on it, using Tim's pants as a seat cushion for him. Easing himself down to his knees in front of Tim, he wraps one hand lovingly back around the young man's cock and uses his other one to gently caress his upper thigh on his left leg. "Let go now, Tim."
"Lerooy." Tim moans in abject appreciation and lust. "Oh, babe!"
"I know, Tim. I know." Leroy answers him reassuringly just before he swallows him whole.
"Oh God!" Tim surges into his lover's cavern before he can stop himself. "Sorry, I'm sorry."
Leroy knows Tim's worried that he's just choked him since they're always careful not to do to each other what he's just done. To show him that he's fine, the older man uses more pressure to bring even more pleasure to his lover. The reaction he gets is instantaneous, as he wanted it to be.
"Ooh, Leroy! Don't stop!" The young man's head goes back and his eyes close in absolute ecstasy, his hips seeking more with every slide backwards that the older man makes over the hardened muscle in his mouth. It's not thirty seconds before Tim is gone with a hoarse shout, flying into the stratosphere, his lover guiding his journey. "LEROOOY!"
Cleaning his sated lover thoroughly with his tongue, Leroy is quick to stand to his feet and head inside just long enough to get two blankets from the house. Setting the blankets aside, he dresses the still softly compliant Tim back into his pants and settles them together on their new swing, using one blankt as the new seat cushion holding his lover close as they bask in the moment together, wrapped in the other blanket to ward off the chill. This time, Tim's the speechless one while Leroy is the contented cat, proud to have done what his lover needed in that moment and more than content to keep things simmering right here for as long as Tim needs He murmurs into Tim's ear. "I've gotcha, Luv. I've gotcha."
***End Flashback***
Sarah McGee's not sure what makes her angrier; the sight of Agent Gibbs looking more blissfully happy than she's ever thought him capable of appearing to be or the obvious realization that he's not even bothered by her showing up on his doorstep like she should have known where he lived! He looks completely unconcerned by her visit. In fact, if she didn't know any better, she'd have to say he looked like his mind was somewhere else, somewhere...Ugh!
He holds his tongue as he reads her quite clearly. She's a firecracker that's already been lit and is quickly reaching the fuse at the end of her wick. Obviously, she's been made aware of his relationship with her brother. Although he's furious that Abby would do such a thing to Tim; his immediate concern and attention is his lover's sister and her ability to deal with the information, which at the moment, isn't very well at all.
Anger and tension radiate off of Sarah in waves while her eyes are narrowed and darkened with yet another clear warning sign. Rounding out the evidence of the young lady's mood is the fisted hands that are nearly translucent from the effort she's pouring into letting them do the channeling of her emotions at the moment. Glaring at the older man, she finally speaks, her words clipped, deliberately measured and full of fury. "My. Brother. Is NOT. Gay!"
Looking back at her calmly, Leroy replies without hesitation. "No. He's not."
Instantly, she's on her feet and in his face. "Then what the hell is doing with you? Did you...have you... I can't believe you would...force him?"
"Never!" The word is out of his mouth before she's done spewing such an awful accusation.
Almost as if she hadn't heard him, her rant continues on as she paces his porch back and forth behind the swing. "No, you wouldn't because Tim trusts you But how else...he's never, ever...before so what...?" Freezing in mid-stride, she glares at him again. "You used his complete faith and trust in you to hoodwink him!"
Being on the backside of the very accusation Tony had hurled out against Tim not too long ago merely serves to anger Leroy. However, his lover has mellowed him enough that instead of reacting to Sarah's outrage and insults in his usual fashion, he lets her vent. He knows it's not every day you find out something so personally thought altering about someone you're as close to as a sibling; as their change in sexual preference when it's so radically different than what you've known all your life to be real.
The man's silent acceptance of everything she's throwing at him merely serves to make her angrier. Where's the disgruntled old man whose choices are being questioned? Why isn't he fighting back? Feeling winded and finally at a loss for words, she looks away from him as she struggles to pull herself together. It took all of her nerves to come here like this as it was. Penny's going to kill her when she finds out she's done this because her grandmother has already vowed to deal with it herself. The fact that she's directly violating the woman's order to 'stay out of your brother's private life' has her beginning to second guess her actions here.
Sarah doing an end run around her like this will seriously wind her up in the doghouse with Penny, but she hadn't been able to help herself when she'd overheard the older woman making dinner plans with her brother. It been the perfect opportunity to let her thoughts and emotions on the subject be heard by the person most capable of hurting Tim now and that was something she couldn't waste. Almost desperate to maintain the image of her brother she's always had - she protests once again. "He's not gay. He can't be!"
"He's not." Leroy admits.
She looks at him with complete disbelief. "You're being technical. Bi is just as bad and you know it! Either way, it's wrong, anyway. He's not like that!"
"He tell you that?" Leroy asks her calmly.
"No." Sarah's almost timid answer speaks for itself.
Finally, Leroy digs his heels in "Sarah. Tim makes his own choices - earned that right a long time ago"
"How would youknow that?" She demands huffily.
"Earned it the day he turned 18."
"Oh. Well, yeah. But that doesn't mean he doesn't look to you for everything. Everything wasn't ever supposed to include this. "Ugh! Just...ugh!" She shudders with distaste.
Leroy closes his eyes against her negative attitude, forcing himself to let it roll off his back - for Tim's sake. Swallowing hard, he opens his eyes and looks at her with unwavering strength as he speaks to her feelings on the matter. "Not that your brother's private life is your business, but he's happy. And that's what should matter here."
"But you've been like a dad to him all these years!"
"He tell you that?" He can't keep that tone out of his voice that tells others around him that he doesn't believe what he's hearing.
"No. Actually, he always said you and he would never have any kind of relationship. He always felt like he was just a piece of machinery for you."
"He was never that. Had problems communicating with him. That's on me. But he's always been important to the team Sarah."
"And to you?"
"Yes!"
"How long ago did you turn him, Agent Gibbs?" She asks angrily. "Because he sure as hell wasn't bi - two months ago when he was dating that girl he was falling in love with!"
Leroy sighs. "I didn't turn him, Sarah. And that girl broke his heart. Anything else you want to know, you'll have to ask Tim."
"But..." She sputters indignantly.
He shakes his head firmly. "No. Respect your brother enough to talk to him about it, Sarah. I can't and won't speak for him."
"Fine! But, you'd better not hurt him!" She stalks off the porch without looking back, getting into her car and backing out just before hitting the gas pedal hard enough to leave the sound of peeling rubber in her wake.
Sighing heavily, Leroy sits down - in the very spot he'd sat down with Tim that intimate night they'd spent out here. Even now, his mind goes back there, this time to think back over the layers they'd peeled off each other's soul in those moments. He'd thought Tim had already been so open and honest that it had always been clear when the younger man was having a hard day or a difficult week.
But this had snuck up on him. He remembers thinking this exact same thing the night it happened but had somehow gotten sidetracked without following through with talking to Tim about it. Now, he has to wonder how and why Tim had carried that overload with him without letting Leroy help him work through it. And, he has to make sure they talk about it before it happens again.
*******NCIS******
"...kinda left me in a depression I couldn't shake. Then I started having these weird dreams that led me down this completely different path I'd never been on before. It was really mind-blowing, Penny." Tim explains quietly.
They've long left the restaurant and have been walking in order to be able to talk freely. Penny's grateful that Tim is comfortable enough with her and depends on her for emotional support enough to talk to her about this. She pats him on the arm. "The dreams captivated you."
"Yes! I felt things I hadn't felt before and they felt so real!"
"And somehow along the way, you and Agent Gibbs found each other?"
Tim stops walking and turns to look at her. "It's not what you think. I went to a gay bar one night after work, to get lost in the crowd while I watched and learned, you know, how things on that road really worked, the dynamics of that kind of relationship. He found me there. Turns out he would go to lose himself in the anonymity of it all; his new way to relax, as he explained it."
"Okay." She accepts what he's saying without reservation or judgement.
"He took care of me that night. I guess it was obvious I was a mess. Had been since the break-up. Leroy took me to my apartment, asked me if I was really okay. But it was when he saw what was on my laptop - since I'd forgotten to close it out - that we even talked about it, really."
"Go on, Sweetheart."
"Leroy told me he wasn't judging me for any of it, since he was human and..."
"Had done his own experimenting in his time?" She asks him wisely.
"Yeah."
"That makes sense. Timothy. I know you and I know that you think things into the ground when you're worried they're going to come back and bite you. No one can tell you what you should and shouldn't do with your life. I taught you that much. Anyway, it's obvious you are very happy with him. That is all that matters."
"I know, Penny. And I appreciate it. Really." Tim offers her along with a kiss on the cheek.
"I will stay out of it so long as he understands only one thing, Timothy." She warns him.
"I know. If he hurts me, he's as good as dead." He says with as straight a face as he can manage. She is quite cute when she gets like this.
"Exactly." She replies immediately, her predatory smile in place. Her scrutiny however does not miss the look in his eyes that says she's too late with her warning. Instead of making an issue out of it, she files that away for later and carries on with their conversational walk and bonding time. "Timothy, when's the next time you have a day off?"
Penny, I'm not on a Field Agent Team anymore."
"I see. This sacrifice - I trust it was your choice?"
"Absolutely!" Tim answers quickly and without hesitation.
"You worked so hard to get there, sweetheart."
"And I willingly gave it up to keep the man I love. It was a no-brainer."
"All right. There's no doubt you are happy. That is what's important."
"Thanks, Penny. I really do appreciate your support." Tim offers her with a one armed hug around her shoulders.
"You can thank me by holding onto who you are, Timothy. Do not give that up - for anyone!"
"I won't. I promise. You taught me that much."
"Let's say our goodbye's here, sweetheart. I really must get back to packing. Why don't you go try to explain things to your sister before she gets too far out of proportion with her wild ideas?"
"Okay. Goodbye, Penny. Stay safe."
"Goodbye, Timothy."
**********NCIS************
Stalking angrily back to her car, Sarah is shocked by the unexpected ringing of her cell phone. Looking at the caller id, she's even more surprised. However, anger rules her motions and she quickly ignores the call and continues on her way. Letting the fury roll through her, she takes it out on the pavement, burning rubber as she disappears down the street in her car a mere minute later.
Stopping at the campus library, she huffs out an angry breath as she picks her phone back up and finally listens to the voicemail.
"Hey, Sarah. I'm sure you know why I'm calling. Penny would like for us to air this out before she leaves tomorrow so she can have some peace of mind. I know you're free and I know you've already been sprouting off about what you were told. It's time you talked to me about it. You owe me that much, so meet me at the Commons in 15? Please?"