A smutty, little piece of work. Gibbs/McGee - If you don't like it turn back now!
I have never written anything like this before, even straight and I am definitely no expert.
AU with no specific timeline. Just sometime in Shepard's reign
This is the highest rating possible. Definitely M!
Story might get pulled if feedback tells me its too explicit for FF. If so you can find it on AO3 - same username.
'Meet at mine. 2200' Tim stared down at the text. It was one of the stranger requests his boss had ever sent him, especially via a text message. The fact his boss texted him was surprising enough. He'd always suspected Gibbs knew more about technology than he let on. He managed to work his email and put photos from the camera on his phone and the crime scene camera on his computer. He can screen mirror his monitor to the plasma too. Not bad for someone who claims he's technologically inept and a well known technophobe.
A quick reply in the affirmative. Gibbs was on a coffee run when the text came through. The team had suspected he was meeting Fornell. They were working a joint case with the FBI tracking the money and NCIS tracking the movements on their suspected Ensign's. The money had stopped moving two days ago and the Ensign's hadn't collected it yet. They had a sting operation planned in conjunction with the FBI at 1730 hours to pick up the Ensigns and FBI to retrieve the money from there.
The operation was a success and at 2155 Tim found himself sitting in his car in his boss' driveway. His go bag had fresh change of clothes and a pair of sweats all ready to go. He had refreshed his bag, not knowing what the meeting entailed.
"Boss," Tim called out softly, knocking on the door before entering. The house was dark with the exception of some low light coming through the living area from the kitchen. With no answer, he entered cautiously. Finding Gibbs in the basement, he entered. "Hey boss" he greeted softly, making his presence known.
"Hey Tim, come in." He answered, not looking up from carefully inspecting the fresh joins on the hull of his current boat. "You seem to be a bit more cheerful than earlier in the squad room." Gibbs said softly, catching the younger mans expressive green eyes.
"Well yeah," Tim answered. "Got dumped this morning. Bound to be a bit morose. Had time to think and she wasn't worth it." He supplied, truthfully. He'd gone home and looked around, taking stock of his surroundings. Simone's things were gone , as she'd promised and he felt better almost instantly.
"Probably for the best, right?" Gibbs asked, stopping his inspection.
For the last six months, when the two of them were alone together, they'd been exchanging glances and lingering stares. Gibbs had decided, after a sleepless night, the night before, they'd have to talk. For the last year, they'd been spending a lot of time together on weekends, days off and after work. Director Shepard had refused every training advancement that Gibbs had proposed for Tim. Fed up, Gibbs had outsourced the training, all of it, all off the clock too. They'd been at the gun range at least three times a week, making him proficient with both his left and right hands and getting just as good with his back up piece, as what he is with his sig. They went paintballing for sharp shooting skills, basic sniper skills with the promise of taking Tim out to Maryland one weekend some more advanced training, knife throwing in his back yard, two men down the street were professional street fighters and he'd approached them for assistance in training Tim. Gibbs, himself had taken to training him in hand to hand combat, like a marine, which more than once meant Tim had landed flat on his back with Gibbs on flush top of him. Occasionally, one of them would roll their hips subtly increasing contact with each other. Yesterday Tim had upped the ante and dropped the file he was holding, albeit by accident, in the middle of the bullpen and Gibbs had licked his lips at the sight of his youngest agents' denim clad ass pointed up in the air, right in front of him. Luckily, they were alone in the bullpen and it was quite late at night. That was the sight that had kept Gibbs awake and hard for the rest of the night.
Tim had been seeing Simone for almost three months. He'd met her at the coffee cart, by the navy yard, on a day when he'd been distracted by Gibbs too much and the odd looks he and his boss had been exchanging. So he'd jumped into a relationship to forget all about Gibbs. Tim was bi-sexual, he knew that and in that thought, he believed he was projecting his desires onto his boss.
Gibbs had been fantasising about his youngest agent since the day they met on the dock at Norfolk. McGee's transfer to MCRT at the navy yard was purely a professional one. That was true. He saw his potential and needed to compensate for his less than stellar computer skills. Gibbs had wanted to add McGee to his team before another team recognised his ability and snapped him up.
Occasionally, Tim had given his boss the vibe of being interested in him, with a soft smile or a flirt here and there. Gibbs always threw out a barb or two back, making him think he was liking McGee in more than a professional manner. But it wasn't until Director Shepard came aboard and her refusal to advance Tim's career that they began spending time together and getting to know one another outside of work.
Jethro found that Tim had such a sarcastic wit and was actually pretty funny. His polite persona at work was nothing like that outside of work, yet he was always respectful. His stammering was basically non-existent, he had self confidence. Almost the polar opposite to his work persona.
Tim found Jethro very affable and not short on conversation, definitely not the functional mute. He smiled, laughed even at Tim's jokes, even supplying a zinger or two himself. Usually at someone's expense. They rarely spoke about work, except the occasional extra debrief if one of them struggled with the case or rule 10.
"I guess" Tim said glumly. "At least she had taken the few things she had at the apartment and left her key with my neighbour." Taking the offered mason jar of bourbon wordlessly. "Made things a lot easier to come home to today."
"Never met a man more unlucky with the ladies than you, my friend." Gibbs said, taking a long sip, enjoying the burn down his throat. "Except maybe me."
"I beginning to think I have 'blow me' tattooed on my forehead." Tim said taking his own mouthful of bourbon, enjoying the smooth burn down his throat.
"I could blow you, if that'll help." Gibbs offered, chuckling at Tim's apt description of his current woes.
"Ah, boss?" Tim questioned, staring into his boss' crystal blue eyes. Intense blue eyes meeting his green eyes.
"Have you never blew off a friend before, McGee?" Gibbs asked casually, yet unbelievingly serious.
"Well yeah, of course." Tim reassured him. "A few times. Wait, you have?"
"Well yeah, I have too. Gotta blow off steam some how." Gibbs answered. "Best blow job I've ever had was from a friend. A male friend"
"Clearly, you've never been blown by me then." Tim teased gently. "I've been told I'm pretty spectacular a few times. By both sexes."
Gibbs faced Tim who was by his workbench, leaning against it. Gibbs scrutinised his emerald eyes. He saw his junior agent's wanton desire ramp up, tenfold, his eyes sparkling with desire. Tim broke eye contact, openly appraising Gibbs body. His loose USMC tee, his jeans tight, in bare feet. "Like what you see, McGee?" Gibbs asked smiling.
"I'd like it more if I could actually see what I'm looking at." Tim replied as he kept his eyes roaming Gibbs body. Gibbs' blue eyes enjoying watching Tim's eyes roam over his body, feeling his heated stare right through his body.
"God, your gorgeous Tim!" Gibbs declared, brushing his hand through the front of Tim's hair softly. His hand gently caressing an old scar that was hiding there. Gibbs took a step closer as Tim leant back further into Gibbs' work bench. Their hips meeting, a mutual moan of desire escaping their lips.
"Not like you. Those blue eyes …" Tim said resting his palms on that broad chest, gently caressing his nipples through his tee. "Jethro" Tim breathed out loud softly as Gibbs slightly rolled his hips into Tim's in retaliation, needing more direct stimulation.
"I love watching your tongue wrap itself around my name like that." Gibbs breathed, thanking god that Tim would never call him Jethro in the office. "Makes me want you more than I already do."
"Yeah" Tim breathed softly, his lips inching closer, as he shifted his hips slightly, increasing his contact with Jethro's hard body. "Jethro" Tim's hot breath tickling Jethro's ear.
"I hope your go bag is in the car." Gibbs said rolling his hips into Tim's again, enjoying the illicit moans escaping Tim's mouth. "Before the nights through, I'm going to blow you so hard, you'll be seeing stars." Capturing Tim's lips with his, exploring that beautiful smart mouth, deliciously with his tongue, occasionally sucking on the younger mans tongue seductively.
"You're a damn finer kisser, knew you would be." Jethro whispered as he pulled back slightly, meeting Tim's beautiful green, expressive eyes. They both tasted of the rich, full flavoured, smoky bourbon.
"Not too shabby yourself there, Jethro" Tim replied cheekily, deliberately drawing out his name and opening his mouth a little wider when annunciating his name.
"Oh Tim." Gibbs moaned, meeting Tim's hips. "You're not helping things." Gibbs teased.
"Maybe I should blow you too" Tim teased as his hands reached for the hem of Jethro's tee and removed it.
"I'm going first" Gibbs declared in a growl, taking Tim's tee off swiftly and immediately returning his lips to Tim's.
Immediately, Tim and Jethro were exploring each others body with their large hands. Jethro broke his lips away from Tim's and started on his neck, finding his pulse point, he sucked extra hard before moving onto the juncture of his shoulder. He paid extra attention there, leaving tiny marks, that hopefully would have faded by morning. Tim's hands had found their way into Jethro's hair, massaging his scalp. Jethro moaning in pleasure at the sensation Tim's fingers was stirring in him. Tim, using his fingertips urged Jethro to work his way back to his lips. Jethro caught Tim's lower plump lip in his teeth, playfully biting him gently and nibbling, a move he had always wanted to make anytime Tim started his technobabble. Tim moaned out in pleasure as their hips met again. Their bodies gnashing and grinding on one another. "God, Tim." Gibbs broke away suddenly. "Keep moaning like that and it'll be over before I can begin." Needing no words of encouragement, Tim upped the ante, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses down his next onto Jethro's chest. Taking each nipple and raking his teeth over the nub, erotically, causing a wave of pleasure to run straight to Jethro's groin. "I said I'm going first!" he growled as he roughly pulled Tim upright, his hands landing on Tim's belt buckle and making short work of the jeans, taking his boxer shorts too in one swift movement.
He marvelled at how hard Tim already was. He was very responsive to Jethro's touch. He grasped his girth gently, giving it a slight pull. He was a more than adequate length and really thick. Jethro swiped his thumb over his sensitive head catching his leak of pre-cum. Swiping his slit with his tongue, he lavished all of the pre-cum before swirling the head into his mouth fully. He sucked him vigorously, before moving onto his full balls. Jethro was surprised to find that Tim shaved his pubic hair. Pleasantly surprised, he'd had other male lovers before but none that'd shaved their pubic hair. He found it quite erotic, with no pubic hair in the way. His hands gripped Tim's naked behind tightly, slowly inching his hands towards his pucker.
"Oh Jethro" Tim moaned audibly in amongst his wordless groans of pleasure. Jethro moaned too as Tim gripped his hair tight, giving it a teasing tug. "So close." Jethro gently inserted the tip of his pinky into Tim's anus, causing him to buck at the unexpected pleasure and cry out in ecstasy. "More" Tim encouraged as Jethro felt no resistance at the sphincter muscle ring, he switched it out for his forefinger. His long slender finger reaching up to Tim's prostate, firmly stroking it. Tim cried out in pleasure as he exploded, sending ribbons of sperm streaming down Jethro's throat as he lapped up every last drop of Tim's seed.
"Tim, baby, that was amazing." Jethro said as he attempted to stand upright. His knees ached from kneeling on the cold, concrete floor. "You, a bottom?" He asked, referring to how little resistance he'd been met with.
"Both." Tim replied, smiling as he helped Jethro up. "When we have a particularly stressful case, one that depends on a lot of computer work, like the case we closed tonight, I like to masturbate with a dildo in my ass, it fully relaxes me."
"That was a pretty big load for someone who'd already come once tonight." Jethro said as he caressed his hands over Tim's naked chest.
"About normal, I get a pretty good load the first three or four times, then it dwindles down. You?" Tim said, cupping Jethro's penis through his jeans.
"Mostly top, I've bottomed on occasion. But it hasn't been as pleasurable as topping."
"Well, you'll change your tune when you bottom for me." Tim said seductively, nibbling, sucking and licking his tongue along Jethro's chiselled jaw, up at his earlobe he whispered "Now, sit back and relax. It's my turn." Tim continued his ministrations, as his hands made their way to Jethro's belt buckle.
"Let's take this upstairs," Jethro interrupted, stilling his hands. "We have all night and I want you naked in my bed."
Gathering their clothes, Jethro led Tim by the hand upstairs, through the kitchen and up a second flight of stairs into Jethro's bedroom. Jethro dumped his and Tim's clothes on the floor and reached out, taking Tim by the hands, pulling him into his room and into Jethro's arms. "Come here, Tim baby." Jethro whispered. "I've wanted you for so long, I can't wait." Gently tugging Tim into his arms.
"Just how long are we talking here?" Tim teased, rolling hips forward in anticipation. As Tim's hands made light work of Jethro's belt, jeans and his boxers. Laughing at the impish grin on Tim's face, Jethro shed his clothes from the pool around his feet.
In all his naked glory, Tim pushed Jethro down onto the bed and climbed on top of him, pushing them into the mattress. Taking his lips and Jethro by surprise, Tim introduced his tongue to Jethro's as they duelled for dominance. Tim's hand found Jethro's long, fat shaft and began jerking him. Jethro moaned into Tim's mouth loudly. Breaking their lips apart in a groan, Tim made his way down Jethro's body, stopping briefly at his neck and nipples before reaching his belly button. A quick swirl of Tim's tongue sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Jethro's groin. "Tim Baby, keep that up and I'll cum before your lips even reach my cock." Jethro warned sweetly.
"We wouldn't want that now, would we?" Tim asked softly in jest, as he tongued his slit and lapped up the pre-cum that was leaking. Taking a deep breath, he licked down the underside of his shaft, peppering his balls in kisses and thumbing his perineum. Sensually licking the underside back up to the head.
He took Jethro's entire shaft into his mouth, deep throating him
"Gah!" Jethro screamed as he spasmed, shooting long spurts of sperm down Tim's throat. Tim lapped it up, cleaning Jethro's cock with his tongue.
Jethro lay still, pulling Tim plush on top of him, as both of them caught their breath. Their cocks flush against each other, as their hips, knees and ankles gnashed against each other.
Jethro had his arms looped under Tim's and his hands resting on Tim's naked back, essentially trapping the younger man on top of him. Jethro pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. "You taste delicious, Tim baby." He whispered as his lips lingered a second time of Tim's. Tim moaned, as he introduced his tongue into Jethro's mouth, causing Jethro to moan out loud. "Hmmm. God, I want you. Can't get enough of you baby." He said, bucking his hips into Tim's, rolling them over so Jethro's on top of Tim. Their cocks danced and bounced to each other, as they became acquainted. "Tell me, you want me as much as I want you."
"I want you more." Tim panted. "I want you to lube me up and take me, just like this." Tim stated breathlessly.
Silently, Jethro reached over into the bedside table for the lube and a condom. Lubing up his fingers and Tim's rosebud, his long, deft fingers slipped inside Tim. Quite quickly, Jethro added a third lubed finger, finding him quite stretched still from both Tim's admitted masturbation session earlier in the evening and Jethro's earlier ministrations, making light work of scissoring him and stroking his prostate randomly. In the opposite hand, Jethro skilfully rolled a condom onto his hardened, enlarged cock. "Tim, baby, are you ready for me?" Jethro asked as his cock painfully hardened further. "Been a long time since I was this hard. Especially this fast."
"Take me, I'm yours." Tim panted as he began leaking pre-cum. His cock had hardened from the frottage with Jethro as he rolled them over. Jethro hooked both his arms under Tim's knees, hoisting them up over his shoulders as he lined his cock up with Tim's hole, entering slowly with ease. Tim's, anal channel was burning hot and tight, gripping Jethro's cock like a vice.
"Oh god Tim. Baby!" Jethro cautioned as Tim tried thrusting against the older man. "You've got me gripped so tight." Jethro began with slow, rhythmic thrusts, before going harder and deeper, hitting Tim's prostate as they both inaudibly cried out wordless pleasure . "I'm not going to last long baby." Jethro warned, already feeling his balls tighten.
"Come Jethro! I'm almost there." Jethro grabbed onto Tim's nipples and gave them a hard pinch, seductively rolling them into a hard nub. "Jethro, babe. So close." Jethro bean thrusting harder. Hitting Tim's oversensitive prostate, Jethro's balls slapping against Tim's naked ass like an open handed slap. "Gah!" Tim screamed, hot seed shooting between their hot, sweaty bodies.
"Ta-im, Ba-by!" Jethro screamed in ecstasy, wildly thrusting into Tim as he came, seeing white as he repeatedly spasmed within Tim's channel as his anus milked every last drop of Jethro's spunk into the condom. Collapsing softly onto Tim's body, Tim relaxing his legs, cradling Jethro's body.