"Morning, sweetheart." Frank Young wandered into the kitchen to find his wife already hard at work. He sniffed appreciatively as he joined her at the stove. "You were up awfully early. Who's the care package for?"

Ruth pulled the coffee cake out of the oven and set it next to the pot of soup she had simmering on the stove. "Well, for Jethro and his young man, of course."

He watched as she seasoned the soup before turning to the pantry to gather more ingredients. "Don't you think it's kind of strange, him jumping the fence so late in life?"

"Strange?" Ruth paused with a box of pasta in her hand. "No, what I think is strange is a good man like Jethro being alone for all these years. Now, start chopping onions, we have a lasagna to assemble."

-NCIS-

"Good game, Palmer." Tony tossed one towel to the other man and used the second to wipe the sweat off his own face. He'd always marveled at how Jimmy would lose all his awkwardness once he started running up and down the court.

Jimmy caught the towel and joined Tony on the bench, dropping the basketball between his feet. "Thanks, man. It seems like we haven't played in ages. It feels weird not to be doing the tournament this year."

Tony shrugged, the three on three tournament was something he, Palmer and McGee had been participating in for several years, raising money for the Toys for Tots program. "Yeah, I know, but it doesn't seem right to team up with another person right now. Hey, you got time to go help me move some furniture for them?"

"Umm," Palmer checked his phone for any missed messages from Brenna. "Yeah, I've got time. What are we moving this time?"

"Haven't a clue. Boss just mentioned needing some help moving stuff this weekend. We'll figure it out when we get there."

Palmer ignored the snicker from DiNozzo when he'd checked his phone. "It's not all those books in storage, is it?"

"Oh, man, I hope not."

-NCIS-

"Morning."

"Mmm, good morning." Tim woke up warm and content, feeling the strong arms around him and the comforting presence of Gibbs pressed against the full length of his back, their feet tangled together. He wiggled his butt and smiled at the responding squeeze of the arms and the kiss to the top of his shoulder. "How soon do we have to get up?"

Jethro kissed the top of his shoulder again, letting his lips trail up to nip on Tim's ear. "No rush."

"Yeah?" Tim tilted his head enough to give full access to his neck.

"Yep, and we'd better enjoy it now because babies are notorious for waking up at the crack of dawn, especially on your day off." Chuckling at the memories, Gibbs took full advantage of the warm flesh exposed to him.

-NCIS-

"Took you long enough." Abby barely let Ziva close the door before she pulled away from the curb,

Ziva fumbled with the seat belt in the roadster, finally getting it latched before turning her attention to tying up her still damp hair. "Why are we in such a rush, Abby? Does Gibbs even know we coming?"

"Well, duh, it's Gibbs. Besides, weren't you there when he asked Tony to help him move some stuff this weekend?"

It took a moment for Ziva to remember the passing comment. "That was Wednesday. Has Tony talked to him about it since then, and when did it involve us?"

"It's got to be a bunch of McGee's books, so we can help."

"Why do you think it is his books?"

Abby rolled her eyes as she grinned. "What else could it be?" I mean the bossman's got plenty of furniture and they've already moved the chair and the computer set-up and the desk's been there for ages. McGee didn't have a lot of furniture."

"Maybe McGee's bed?"

"Can't be, that room's too small, so that only leaves the books, but I don't know where he's going to put them." Abby thought for a moment. "I guess those bookcases could fit in the basement."

Ziva wasn't convinced. "I can not imagine McGee wanting his books down there with all the sawdust."

"Then it's a good thing we're going, it'll take us girls to figure things out."

"I suppose, but did Tony call Gibbs to verify this? He and McGee might have plans this morning."

"What plans could they have that wouldn't include us?" When Ziva just stared at her, Abby grinned. "Okay, I know what I want to happen, but they're both too stubborn and oblivious. It's going to take a lot of work to get them to that point."

-NCIS-

Lazy kisses and slow petting gently fanned the flames. They were both half hard when Tim struggled to turn over in the crowded bed. Gibbs thought about their options as they explored ways to love each other. "Hey, do you think we'll both fit in the tub?"

Tim gave a slow smile. Wet and slick, they'd had a lot of pleasure in the shower the night before. "It'll be fun to try." Gibbs returned the smile and helped Tim off the bed. The doors were locked and the guards were outside, so they just grabbed towels as they walked up the stairs hand in hand.

Upstairs, Gibbs filled the tub almost halfway before Tim added some of the bath oil. Remembering the clock radio on the dresser in the master bedroom, Gibbs slipped out and turned it on to give them some background music. Back in the bathroom, he held Tim's hand to steady him as he climbed in the tub. Once Tim was settled, Gibbs eased in behind him. It took a few minutes, but eventually Jethro's legs were spread enough to encompass Tim as he leaned back, his back resting on Jethro's chest, his arms resting on the bent knees at each side of him.

Jethro ignored the washcloth and instead poured the shower gel into his hands and started stroking Tim's body. He started with Tim's arms and shoulders, before slowly working on his chest.

The strong fingers traveling in ever decreasing circles to pinch and rub his nipples had Tim panting and moaning. Deciding to test the theory from the day before, Gibbs continued to work on them as he brought his mouth down to suck on Tim's neck. When Tim's hands started to move downward, Gibbs stopped him. "Nope, that's mine."

Trying not to whine, Tim reached back instead, but Gibbs was pressed to tightly against him to reach in between them. Gibbs whispered in his ear. "Nope, not that either."

"Jethro."

"Just lay back and enjoy the ride." Gibbs smiled as he took his time, playing with Tim's nipples and watching his cock bob in and out of the water as he body twitched and trembled. Across the hall the soft music changed to voices as a talk show came on the radio, but neither man noticed. Instead, Tim leaned back resting his head on Gibbs shoulder and started to talk.

"You make me feel so good, Jethro. Want you so much, can't wait to have your cock buried in my ass. Last night was so hot, feeling your cock rubbing against my entrance."

Gibbs growled and let Tim shift enough to put them in a similar position again. Tim spread his legs a bit more and wiggled his butt until the hard shaft was tightly wedged into his butt crack. Gibbs let his head fall back, thumping softly against the tile behind him as his hips started to pump. "Fuck, yeah."

Smiling, Tim braced himself better and started meeting Gibbs thrust for thrust. "Can't wait to ride you just like this. Gonna feel so good."

"Yeah?" Despite climaxing twice the night before, Gibbs knew he wasn't going to last if Tim kept talking. One hand left Tim's chest to touch his face, turning him just enough for Gibbs to kiss his mouth. The kiss and the subsequent silence was enough to give him enough control to extend their lovemaking another few minutes. When he knew he wouldn't hold out much longer, he let go of one nipple and reached down between Tim's legs, scraping his finger across his entrance. Tim howled, pulling Jethro over the edge with him with a yell. Unarmed, unprepared, and out of breath, both men froze when the bathroom door burst open a few seconds later.