PROLOGUE
Tim exhaustedly pushed through the door to his apartment. The softest of glows from the sunrise drifted through the window and lit the space just enough so he could see. It would normally mean it was time for him to go to work, but today it meant he'd been up for nearly 24-hours straight. Tim's arms and legs ached as he trudged into the kitchen, and head spun from thinking too much. He quickly snatched a pair of pain-relieving tablets from the cabinet, filled a glass with water and downed the pills. He held the half-full glass of cold water against his head, hoping it would somehow clear his mind and help him sort out this mess.
'How could I have let this happen?' He thought to himself. 'And so fast? I could never even manage one relationship, much less two.'
Tony's sarcastic voice echoed in his head, 'Shoulda left relationships to me, McDead.'
"I wasn't-" Tim sighed disgustedly to himself but was quickly cut off by Ziva's matter-of-fact voice also from within,
'You're not in two relationships, you're just in love with two people and not being honest about it.'
Tony's voice replied, 'I think that's almost worse.'
"Shut up, both of you," Tim hissed through gritted teeth before leaving the kitchen.
Tim stripped off his work clothes as he reached the bedroom, then turned on the ceiling fan and lowered the blinds on the window for maximum darkness. He decided to forego his usual ritual of a post-work shower and brushing his teeth because his mind just couldn't stop racing with indecision and confusion.
Timothy McGee was never one to break his ritual, something for which his colleague, Tony DiNozzo, frequently teased him. Whether it was the quirky way he would blow on his coffee before every sip, the exact number of brushes for each of his teeth, or the way he started up his computer every morning at home or work, Tim always did it with perfect and almost robotic repetition. That was all before he came into Tim's life.
Tim dropped himself onto his bed, burying his head under a pillow and holding it over his ears as if it would make the thoughts stop. A month ago when he showed up, Tim's heart slowly twisted like a pretzel. He picked Tim up and cut through his daydreams with something real. Tim thought he already had something real, and it led to what felt like a lifetime of unrequited yearning.
'No,' he reminded himself. 'It wasn't like that. We're fine just the way we are together.' Those words usually convinced him and let him survive to the next day of the same routine. Something good would happen, a moment where he felt like he was in a perfect relationship all along. Then everything would become cold and distant, and Tim would be left feeling alone again. But ever since he came along, Tim started to remember what it was like to be wanted and that he was crazy for thinking that's what he had before.
Tim sighed and rolled over, looking up at the ceiling fan whirling cool air around his body. He watched it as it hypnotically spun, slowly seeming to drown out the noise in his head.
He felt dazed, and as his eyes adjusted to the dark they found a small pinpoint of light reflecting from the fan down at him. His eyelids felt heavy like the rest of his body. His arms rested limply beside him as the air rippled across his skin. He felt warmth radiate from beneath him, and a stubbly chin rose from his pillow up to the back of his neck while hot, gentle lips nipped at the skin. Soft, salt-and-pepper hair brushed across Tim's neck. Tim gasped quietly as hands gently traced their way around his hips from underneath him. The skin of the man's hands felt smooth yet dry like sanded wood, and tiny flames sparked up just behind the fingers as they ran over Tim's skin. The heat and the light touches of the lips and hands sent jolts down to Tim's cock, which responded by twitching and filling rapidly.
The man breathed into his ear with a deep and familiar voice, "Tim…"
The heat from the breath made Tim sharply breathe in, and as he did the smell of whiskey and sawdust filled his nostrils. He groaned softly and leaned his head back against the neck and chest that rose from the bed beneath him. The fiery heat from the body appearing underneath him was starting to make Tim sweat. He felt the torso connect against his back, firmly supporting and lifting him upward. Tim ran his hands along the arms caressing him. Unlike the hands touching him, the arms and the rest of the body felt soft and smooth like the skin of a man he had seen so often. He felt the man's groin appear under his buttocks, and the hard shaft he felt made his own ache with stiffness. Tim slowly drifted his hands downward, one to try to ease his steel cock's pressure and the other to feel the man's thickness pressing between his cheeks. Powerful thighs slowly pushed up Tim's legs, and Tim felt his fingers and the other man's silky-smooth head tease his quivering entrance.
"Please," Tim whimpered.
The man growled in a low voice that was too familiar, "I've got you, Tim," and pressed the head of his cock into Tim's moistening hole.
Tim moaned loudly with pleasure. He stroked himself and hungrily enveloped the invading member. The man continued into Tim until he pressed himself all the way inside him, leaving their bodies grappled tightly together in mid-air as the bed was long-forgotten.
Tim suddenly felt cool air waft over his body in a large wave. He peeked his eyes open to look up at the fan which now seemed to be miles away. The light above him was blocked by the silhouette of a man with wings and a tail drifting down towards him. With each slow flap of the man's wings, Tim felt more cool air blow across his heated body. As he drew closer, McGee could see the feathered wings were black and shone like leather, and the thin, black tail twirled freely in the air. Against the light Tim couldn't see the man's face, but he could see that he was also naked and recognized the bare chest. As the man lowered down to Tim he parted his own legs to slide gently down on top of Tim's navel. His skin was cool to the touch and smooth as leather, and his hands brought refreshing cold to Tim's body as they traveled up his chest. Tim sighed with relief he didn't know he needed and shut his eyes again. His skin raised with goosebumps and his nipples hardened in the cold air. The man reached down and kissed Tim gently on the lips. The lips tasted like cold, sweet rainwater, and Tim kissed back thirstily.
The kiss parted softly, and the second man whispered with a smooth, gentle voice, "I'm all yours, Tim." His cold breath and familiar whisper sent cool shivers down Tim's spine that battled the flames from the first man's chest against Tim's back. He eased himself back against Tim's pre-cum-slicked cock and gently inched it inside him.
Tim threw his head back in ecstasy as the sensations ripped control of his body away from him. The men above and below him raised and lowered themselves in synchronous rhythm. They peppered him with blazing hot and icy cold kisses. The man on top kissed him again on the lips and trailed off to his neck. Tim turned his head as the man underneath pressed his warm lips across Tim's cheek. He reached further for the first man's kiss with his lips but couldn't seem to reach. Their rhythm intensified. Tim sweat with the heat but it quickly turned cold across his skin.
His body was being ripped apart by the hot and cold coursing through his veins. Pleasure reverberated through him, unfocused and unbridled, threatening to break him in half. He writhed between the bodies as they continued kneading and thrusting into him. The first man sank a fiery bite into Tim's neck, causing him to gasp. His arms held him safely and securely, making him never want to leave. The cool lips found his again and the man's tongue danced with Tim's. The second man continued his kisses down the other side of Tim's neck, radiating refreshing cold down his chest. As he flapped his wings, Tim felt cool air around him and a feeling of soaring freely as he was pulled upward against the warm arms that held him down. Tim again reached for the first man's lips, wanting to taste the fire and whiskey on his tongue. Again the man would not complete the kiss but kept teasing him by keeping his lips near Tim's ear. Tim felt the pressure building in his groin, the bucking power pushing and pulling his body intensified, and he heaved lewd moans into the darkness surrounding him. The two men whispered together, "Tim…"
"Cum for me," the first man ordered firmly.
"Cum with me," the second man asked gently.
The sensual voices of his lovers threw his body into overdrive, and his orgasm tore through him. His legs wrenched themselves upward, his fists clenched, and he screamed louder than he ever would have by himself as his first volley of cum sprayed up his chest and onto his face. He yelped loudly with each of the next jets as they coated his torso with volcanic heat followed by a relaxing cold as the liquid cooled. He panted as the spasms subsided and he looked around. He was alone in his bed, his damp hair clung to his forehead and his breaths were fast and deep. He was covered in sweat and pools of his own ejaculate but barely noticed after the overload of all of his nerves. He kept still as he regained his composure, remembering the last time this dream had woken him up to the same mess.
'I can't keep doing this,' he thought to himself. 'I have to choose.'
He gingerly rose from the bed and went into the bathroom to begin a long and thoughtful shower.
Author's Note: Apologies for the first upload coming out with HTML, the preview looked alright but I suppose it didn't agree with my copy/paste. Should be updated now. Thank you for reading!