Begins pre-season one, will move through time as the story progresses. Most definitely AU, but the occasional canon. Starts before Gibbs met McGee in Norfolk.
To the outside world Timothy McGee and Tobias Fornell were business acquaintances. They kept up their façade of professionalism up, inside the office. It was the least they could do, for a couple that wasn't out of the closet. Only a handful of people ever came to know their secret, that's the way they liked it. Outside of the office, behind closed doors, it was a different story;
They met in 2001, at FLETC in Georgia. Tobias was still married to Diane, but things were starting to get me rocky in their marriage and despite her denial, he suspected that she was seeing someone else behind his back.
It had been at least ten years since Tobias had been attracted to another male, usually opting for female partners, but he'd had a couple of male lovers in the past, before he met Diane.
Tim was a closeted bisexual, but he hid it extremely well, especially from his family. He was out with Penny, his grandmother though. He could always tell that woman anything. By the age of fifteen, he'd already had both a girlfriend and a boyfriend.
"Welcome," Tobias strut in to the room, a little swagger in his step. "I'm special Agent Tobias Fornell. Federal Bureau of Investigations…." He began, writing his name on the whiteboard in the classroom. Before giving the class of a rundown of what his role at the FBI was. He looked out into a sea of eager faces, green hopeful faces. In the middle of the room, sat a young man, wide green expressive eyes, dirty blonde hair, tall. He looked like he was barely sixteen years old and Tobias' mind started racing. His heart started beating faster. He knew he was older than sixteen, after all he was at least twenty one, as per FLETC protocol.
After class, the young man that had discreetly caught his attention approached him, "May I have a moment of your time Agent Fornell? My name is Cadet Timothy McGee." He had a sweet voice, an innocence tinged to it that hit Tobias right in the teeth. "I had a thought on the computer forensic evidence of the cold case you presented."
"Go" Tobias ordered, gesturing to pull up a seat. A few other students stopped to listen in as well. Tim explained his theory. Honestly, Tobias couldn't understand half of the words the kid was saying, he knew even less than that about computers. "Basically, not all binary binary data has symbolic meaning except for don't cares - which aren't relevant to your case, not all binary data is numeric. Some binary data corresponds to computer instructions, such as the data within processor registers decoded by the control unit along the fetch-decode-execute cycle. Computers rarely modify individual bits for performance reasons. Instead, data is aligned in groups of a fixed number of bits, usually 1 byte. Hence, "binary data" in computers are actually sequences of bytes."
"Hang on." Tobias stopped him, "the only thing I know about computers, besides emails and web searches, is how to turn them on. You're saying that you could use this binary data of the laptop to determine…" his voice kept talking, but his mind travelled off. 'Who the hell was this kid? He was smart as a button and clever as a whip.' Tobias thought. 'Not to mention so god damn good looking, like sex on a stick! No, he's at FLETC for goodness sake. Strictly no fraternisation allowed.'
"You're exactly right, Agent Fornell!" Tim exclaimed. "Any questions, you know where to find me. Thank you for time and listening to my theory on your cold case."
Tim was shy and hadn't liked the spotlight on him, but he felt he had to speak up, especially since the answer was fairly obvious. He couldn't let the embezzler get away with it, it wouldn't be the right thing to do.
It wasn't until class was wrapping up a week later that he saw Agent Tobias Fornell again. "Agent Fornell, you made it." Their instructor exclaimed, allowing the guest lecturer from last week enter the room. "Remember Agent Fornell, from last week? He has an update on the cold case you all were presented with."
"Cadet Timothy McGee, the FBI would like to formally officially acknowledge your assistance in bringing down an embezzling ring. By using the binary code processing you suggested, our forensics team were able to reconstruct the original information and forensically link it with over a dozen more high profile, unsolved cold cases to the persons of interest including six murder charges, and one hundred and twenty two extortion charges. Thank you." He handed Tim a letter of commendation from the FBI, along with his business card to call him when he has completed FLETC for a job. "A copy of this commendation letter has permanently been placed in your 201 file that will follow you for the life of your career."
Tim never called Fornell for the job, he'd always had other ideas about where he needed to be, ideas that didn't include the FBI. After graduating from FLETC in Georgia, he returned to NCIS and applied through NCIS for the specialist FLETC training in South Carolina. Tailoring his specific training to the agency where he wanted to be. He'd already applied to NCIS before FLETC and had been accepted to NCIS, Director Tom Morrow had been suitably impressed with the young genius, even before they officially met. After all, it wasn't everyday that the hardest instructor at FLETC called the Director's personal line and congratulated him on hiring such a genius. That as a cadet, McGee managed to solve an eleven year old high profile cold case by giving them some simple advice on the physical computer evidence of their case.
When Agent McGee had requested the specialist intensive, advanced training package that had began being delivered at Charleston, South Carolina Tom Morrow had jumped at the opportunity to send him. Not many people graduate FLETC with a letter of commendation from a rival agency. But Timothy McGee did.
It was there, in Charleston, a mere five months since their first meeting at FLETC, that Timothy McGee and Tobias Fornell met again. But this time, Tim was employed by NCIS as a case agent and was not a FLETC cadet student. Tobias was in the town on business, but not at the FLETC location. He was working a joint case with the Charleston office after their cases overlapped. The case had wrapped up late into the evening and he had no desire to race to make a flight home that night, only to go home to an empty house. Three months ago, he had found out about Diane's new lover and effectively left her, filing for divorce on the grounds of infidelity. Which broke his heart in the process because by leaving Diane, he missed out on seeing his daughter everyday too. He headed into a bar by his hotel room. It was early for a Friday night and there were only a few patrons scattered throughout the bar.
"I'll have a beer, Millers Lite." A young voice next to him suddenly spoke up, pulling out the barstool and sitting two seats down from him.
'I know that sweet voice.' He thought to himself and looked up. Of all the men, in all the bars on the eastern seaboard he had to find the man whom those wide green expressive eyes belonged to. Tim was carded by the bartender and Tobias' face grew a smile in recognition. "Timothy McGee." Tobias whispered loud enough for the other man to hear him and the man looked at him, surprised he was recognised by the older man.
"Hi." He smiled widely at the older, FBI Agent.
"Tobias Fornell." Tobias stopped him, he didn't want anyone in the bar knowing he was FBI and probably shouldn't have been there anyway, but one beer wouldn't hurt him. 'So better to be safe than sorry.' He thought as he looked the young NCIS rookie up and down, taking his presence in.
"I remember you." He said, offering a handshake up instead. Timothy McGee wasn't sure on what the protocol was in a situation like this. "Another?" He offered with a half nod, noting Tobias' bottle was almost empty and Tobias nodded the affirmative. "Another round." He confirmed with the bartender and signalled they were moving to a booth.
Tobias wordlessly followed him and took a seat on the leather seat opposite him. "So, you never called me for the job." He said, ripping it off like a Band-Aid.
"I was always going to be NCIS." Tim told him. "My father …" he paused, as the bartender delivered their beers. "is a Lower Half Rear Admiral, first in his classes at Annapolis to achieve the rank of Admiral. Beat my Grandfather Nelson McGee by ten months."
"Navy family then?" Tobias asked, amused at that fact. Especially since he and his family had grown up and had spent most of his life before becoming an agent living in Crofton, Maryland. Not too far from Annapolis Naval Academy.
"Since 1775, we've had McGee's in the navy." Tim recited the speech his father had always given him. "The McGee family is naval royalty. Ten McGee's have made it to the rank of Fleet Admiral in just over 200 years, my father is on the fast track to be number eleven. It's all ending with me. So imagine, my family's disappointment in me for a minute. I can't and won't go into the Navy. Not because I don't agree with it, they do vital work that's important to the security of our nation. But NCIS is where I need to be, where I want to be. Hope you weren't offended when I didn't accept your job offer."
"No I wasn't," Tobias answered honestly. "Appreciated the formal letter of rejection too. Showed a true sense of professionalism." Tobias explained to the green agent.
"That's just good manners." Tim replied to him. "You should always respond to any job offer in writing, regardless of the offer and thank that person for the offer of employment."
"McGee-" Tobias began, but was interrupted.
"Call me Tim, off the job at least. Don't know about you, but I'm not on duty until Monday morning at 0700." Tim cut him off. "Got an intensive FLETC seminar this week."
"Tim, in that case, off the job I'm Tobias. I'm due to fly back to DC tomorrow afternoon, just wrapped up a joint case with the Charleston office." Tobias told the young agent.
"I'm undertaking a specialist training program for NCIS at the South Carolina FLETC location, I'm normally based at Norfolk, Naval Base, I'm a case agent."
"You had dinner yet?" Tobias asked, suddenly hungry. "There's this great diner over by my hotel where they serve the most delicious food."
"Went to dinner, but haven't eaten yet. Didn't even get to order." Tim replied, defeated at how he knew that tonight would be a waste of his time. That nothing had changed between his Admiral father and himself. "I could eat." He bantered, standing up and dropping enough money to cover their drinks and a generous tip.
The two of them walked the two city blocks to a hole in the wall diner, that served nothing but good, homestyle comfort food. They found a booth and immediately ordered their coffees, with creamer for Tobias. "What is it with you military types and your black coffee?" Tobias quipped, watching the young man wrap his hands around the mug and inhale his black coffee.
"Been drinking coffee black since I was fourteen. Been making black coffee for my father since I was four. Never knew people drank coffee any other way until I went to John's Hopkins." Tim explained.
"You were only fifteen though, when you went off to John's Hopkins." Tobias added and the young man in front of him raised his eyebrows at him. "Oh yeah, I read your file when I got back to DC after the first class. Your assistance in that case impressed me enough to do something I'd never done before, read a FLETC cadet's 201 file, very impressive I must say. Got one question for you though. If you're so smart, why the hell ain't you in politics, you could be running the damn country within a year? Hell, you could be running your own tech firm or be some big wig CEO of some big corporations earning a kazillion dollars a year."
"They're all great options, but the money isn't everything. NCIS is where I want to be, though." Tim told him. The waitress interrupted them and they quickly ordered, before Tim continued. "If I bomb out of NCIS or I am not cut out for it, then I have those options to fall back on."
"Smart idea." Tobias agreed. "It sounds lame, but when I'm done with the FBI, I'd like to be a private investigator. Figured that'd give me plenty of time to spend with Emily."
"Emily?" Tim asked curiously, taking advantage of the segue. "Is that your wife?" He asked, mentally cataloguing the tan lines on his left hand where a wedding band had once sat, noting it had only very recently been removed.
"My daughter, hot shot!" Tobias teased with a small laugh. "That was smooth though, I'll give you that."
"Sorry." Tim blushed at him, feeling his ears flush red too. "Couldn't resist, saw the tan lines and you weren't being too forthcoming with the info."
Tobias pulled out his wallet and passed a photo to Tim. There he was wearing cut denim jeans and white tee, on his lap sat an adorable little strawberry blonde haired little girl in a pink dress. Beside him and off to the side stood a red haired woman with her arms crossed. "That's Emily on my lap, the woman who's got the devil red hair and evil eyes is Diane, my soon to be ex-wife."
"Emily's adorable." Tim gushed, handing back to photo to Tobias, letting their hands touch briefly. "Such a cutie-pie."
"Thanks, what about you? Have you got yourself a wife? Girlfriend?" Tobias asked, feeling a spark as their hands touched when the young man handed over his photo back.
"No" Tim sighed softly. "No one for me."
"Boyfriend?" Tobias asked again, this time with a little more hope.
"Not currently." He smirked, reading the hope on the older man's face.
"Well, ok then." Tobias deadpanned with a grin and a wink. "Gay or bi?"
"Don't ask, don't tell is still prevalent in the military. We may not be military, we're a civilian agency but we deal with them on a daily basis and sexual prejudice still exists in the military. I can't risk my sexuality getting out there, therefore I won't answer. But I'm sure you can figure it out for yourself."
The two men finished their meals and their conversation had flowed nicely between them. It wasn't until after they'd ordered a dessert before Tobias asked him. "You gonna tell me what had you hitting a bar within three hours of getting in town?" He asked, taking white elephant in the room, head on. He knew why he was at the bar. It had been a long, frustrating week. He hadn't been able to tell why the young man with the bright future had hit the bar so soon after getting in to town, though.
"My father's in port," Tim sighed frustratingly. "My sister decided to tell him I was in town. He insisted we meet for dinner. Not two minutes into dinner, he started his usual crap on me about joining the navy. Before beginning his usual tirade of heavy-handed tactics."
"Sounds like a charming man." Tobias quipped. "I'd like to meet him, to set him straight that is. No parent should force their kids to follow in their own footsteps. Especially if the kid is as smart and talented as you."
"Why is it that you can see that but my whole family with the exception of Penny can't?" Tim asked, feeling hurt at the evening's turn of events.
"Is Penny your mom?" Tobias asked curiously, following the younger man's tactics he played earlier with the Emily line of questioning.
"Grandmother on the McGee side, the best person I know." Tim beamed. "But we never use the G word, ever. She'll berate and lecture you on the old fashioned name and how the society is patriarchal towards women. That's why she uses her maiden name. She's built her career on that mindset and there's no going back. She's a lecture circuit Professor for woman's studies. She tours various colleges and universities around the world preaching her beliefs on poor, innocent collegian students."
"So you call her Penny? Not Nanna or any other diminutive name?" Tobias asked in disbelief.
"Well yeah, she's just Penny." Tim answered flippantly.
"Now that's a woman I don't want to cross." He winked at Tim, with a flirtatious smile.
After dessert, by mutual unspoken agreement, they started walking back towards E Bay street. "I'm at the East Bay Co Executive Suites." Tim told him and Fornell raised his eyebrows in surprise at that information.
"So am I." He laughed, surprised. Although he shouldn't be too surprised, FBI and NCIS would naturally book them into the same small lodgings. They're government organisations and probably get a good discounted rate.
Wordlessly, they continued on foot to Tim's room. Tim offered a coffee, inviting him in, which Tobias politely declined, yawning. It had shaken Tobias to know that Tim was only one room away, in the room across the hall from him. He needed some distance and perspective from the temptation of Timothy McGee. "It's late and I have a flight tomorrow afternoon."
"Thanks for dinner." Tim said and Tobias stepped up into his space, not willing to let him go without at least knowing he tried.
"Had a great time." He said, carding his hand softly on the back of the young man's neck and up into the back of Tim's hair. "Got plans for tomorrow morning? Can I interest you in meeting me for coffee? I'd like to get to know you more before I leave, but tonight I really need some sleep."
Tim reached around him, pulling him closer to his own body. "I'd like that, there's a coffee place around the corner. Big kick coffee? 9-9:30am?"
"Sounds great to me, Tim." Tobias looked up and gently pressed his lips to Tim's, barely touching the younger man's. "Night" he whispered and let himself into his room.
Tobias could barely sleep, he couldn't believe he'd kissed the man, he was almost old enough to be the man's father. He had felt an instant attraction to the man back in Georgia when he saw the man in the class of students. He hadn't been attracted to another male in almost a decade. He hadn't even had a second thought about Timothy McGee, then he'd discovered Diane's infidelity with Victor Stirling from Homeland Security. Since then he had held random stray thoughts of the man with the wide green expressive eyes and pouty lips more times than he wanted to admit. He could now add soft as he'd pressed his chapped lips to the younger man's soft lips. He'd even had a fantasy or two of the man's lips on his body, even going as far as to fantasise about the man beneath the ill-fitted suit. To add insult to injury, the man in question was only a room away, across the hall from him. The temptation to go and knock on his door was almost too much to bear.
Morning came far too early and for the first time in over a month, he'd woken up with a painful hard on. He'd already relieved himself twice last night, he wouldn't dignify himself with a third time in less than eight hours. He needed to get up and get out, get moving. A run would sort out his body out. If he worked himself to exhaustion, maybe he wouldn't feel the need to want Tim, the way he does.
His feet hit the pavement, running. Step for step, pace for pace, breath for breath. No matter how hard he pushed his body, he couldn't get the thoughts of Tim and his body out of his mind. The brief feeling of euphoria as Tobias put his lips against Tim's last night was where he wanted to start.
For the last quarter mile, he focused his eyes on the guy running in front of him about one hundred yards ahead. The hips of the man in front of him gyrated, giving him a delicious view of that glorious ass. Shaking his thoughts away, he couldn't believe that one whisper of a kiss with a man and he was back to craving for a male lover's touch.
Tobias was surprised when the jogger in front of him, slowed down to a stop, to pull up and enter the East Bay Co Executive Suites, where he was staying also. He waited for the lift, instead of taking the stairs, allowing Tobias to catch up and see the face of the man that glorious ass belonged to. "Tim?" He asked, surprised to see it was him. His ill-fitted suits make him look bigger and younger than he actually is. In sweats and a tee, he didn't look so baby-faced either. He looked like the twenty-one year old kid he was.
"Oh hey, Tobias." Tim said looking up at the FBI agent. "Morning run?"
"Yeah, you?" He asked and could of smacked himself for asking such a stupid question. After all, he'd been staring at his delectable ass for the last quarter mile.
"Obviously, I'm trying to lose the weight I gained earlier in the year." Tim told him as they entered the elevator together. "Went skiing in January and caught pneumonia, the steroids they had me on made me gain so much weight. Luckily, I still had my stamina to pass my physicals for NCIS and FLETC." They exited off the elevator and stopped outside the doors to their rooms. "Water?" Tim offered, opening his hotel room and holding the door open for Tobias. He looked around his suite and saw that Tim kept his room nice and neat.
Before Tim could get the bottled water from the mini bar fridge, Tobias reached out for the younger man, unable to control himself any longer. "You still look damn fine to me, Tim." He muttered his self control snapping, pulling Tim's body into his. "More than fine, to me. Can't keep my damn thoughts off you and your body since last night."
Their lips met, this time both parties were actively participating and engaging in the kiss. Tobias used his tongue, gently inviting Tim's to come and play. Tim happily reciprocated, opening his mouth a little wider in the process, to allow him access. Tobias moaned at the electric jolts coursing through his body as Tim's tongue and his danced in synchronicity, his hands finding Tim's hips and grinding his own hips against the young man's. Tim upped the ante, by capturing Tobias, tongue and erotically sucking the tip of his tongue. Tim's hands found Tobias' chest, where he splayed his hands across the older man's chest. Tobias began raising his hands under the younger man's tee, his fingertips ghosting his flanks. "Oh god!" Tim moaned, breaking off the kiss, resting his head against Tobias' catching his breath.
"You can say that again." He quipped, it had been a while since Tobias had experienced that kind of dirty, sensual kissing and all they'd shared was that one steamy kiss. It had made him hungry for more, but he didn't want to rush it, he'd scare the younger man off.
"Still want that coffee?" Tim asked and Tobias thought it would do them well to be out in public. Now he'd had a taste of Timothy McGee, he couldn't get enough.
"Half an hour, I'll meet you downstairs." Tobias panted at him, wanting nothing more than to take Tim over to that bed, strip him bare and take his time worshipping him. But he knew he couldn't rush this. "We both need a shower first."
Downstairs, thirty minutes later, the two men met. Both dressed in Jeans, tees and a light sweater, they casually strolled down the street to the coffee shop. It was a bright and sunny morning, the temperature outside was certainly beginning to heat up, just as fast as the temperature between the two of them too.
They ordered their coffee, discovering there wasn't anywhere to sit inside and opting not to explore the busy marketplace, Tobias escorted them across the road to the United States Custom's House. Although it was closed, they sat side by side on the steps at the front of the building and enjoyed their coffee and pastries. "That building over there, third floor?" Tobias pointed out. "That's the FBI Charleston office. I've been working in there for two weeks, didn't even know that coffee place was here. It's good coffee."
"Not too bad." Tim mildly agreed, the men kept a respectable distance between one another at all times. Not even touching when they both dig into the pastry box at the same time.
When they were done, they disposed of their trash and headed back to the lodgings. "I have to check out." Tobias told him. "Got an hour to kill after that until my car service arrives to take me to the airport."
"Well you can always hang out, watch some tv or whatever in my suite. I have some work to do, but it won't bother me if you stay." Tim offered. "Especially if you really don't feel like crowds today, that marketplace was fairly jam-packed with people.
"It wouldn't bother you? He asked, surprised by the younger man's offer. He had been planning to sit in the lobby and read his book.
"Hardly," Tim replied as they entered the foyer to their accommodation and headed to the stairs. "It's something I've been putting off for a while now."
"I'll just go grab my bags, mind if I leave them in your room until the car service arrives?" Tobias asked, as they both arrived at their respective doors.
"By all means." Tim smiled at him and held the door open. Tobias placed his bags down inside the doorway.
"I'll just go down and check out, I'll be right back."
"Or you could just check out from the phone and drop your key off on your way out to the car." Tim offered.
"Great idea." Tobias beamed at him and went back into Tim's room. Tim told him to feel free to sit on the bed to make his call, that he'd be over at the desk.
The executive size desk in the room was a big help to Tim. It allowed him to spread the manuscript he was working on out, along with his yellow legal pad and set up his laptop. Tobias had made his call and was leaning back against the pillows, scrolling through his phone. On the third time the phone charging beside him vibrated he spoke up and told Tim someone was trying to call him.
Tim came over and checked his phone, seeing missed calls from his sister Sarah and his stepmother Laurie. He cleared the calls and tossed the cellphone back in the bedside table. "Hey," Tobias said, tossing his aside and capturing Tim's hands in his, moving to sit on the side of the bed. "You ok? Does this have something to do with your father and last night?" He asked, noting Tim's change in body language and mood.
"Just the usual family crap." Tim told him, as Tobias interlaced their fingers. "My sister and stepmother are blaming me for all the trouble and arguing that happened last night."
"Oh Tim." Tobias stood up, softly carding his hand through Tim's hair and down the side of his face. Tim leaned into his touch. "Sometimes the ones we hurt the most, are the ones we love."
"Not between my father, there's too much bad blood between us." Tim told him, lowering his head in defeat. Tobias could see the pain and hurt that Tim wore from his father. He reached forward and pressed his lips to Tim's. This kiss wasn't a lust-driven like the last kiss that they shared. It was comfortable and comforting. Tobias pulled away from Tim, nipping at his bottom lip on his retreat. Tim was feeling low and possibly a little vulnerable and he didn't want to take advantage of that.
"As a man who's also a father ... it frustrates me that he could throw a relationship with his child away over something as simple as a job." Tobias whispered to Tim. "Especially with someone like you. We're still getting to know one another, but what I do know is your brilliant, smart as a button and clever as a whip. That was my very first thought of you ... ok, it was my second. But I'm still right."
"What was your first thought of me?" Tim asked shyly, a red blush lightly covering his face. It hadn't taken much intelligence to work out Tobias had impure thoughts first, if the reddening of his face didn't give it away, the elevator eyes roaming Tim's body certainly did.
"Tempter." He whispered in reply. "I was still married then and you could have tempted me to end it with her, there and then. Barely four months later and here we are. Diane and I are separated, found out she was cheating on me when I got back from that second visit to FLETC, the one where I offered you the job."
"Sorry to hear that." Tim told him and Tobias took Tim's apology in his stride.
"I'm not." Tobias cooed, "C'mere."
This time Tim kissed him back instantly. His lips massaging the older agents lips against his own, mutual sighs of pleasure. Tim's hands found Tobias' hips, his thumbs caressing the flanks above his hips. Tobias' hands weren't idle either, first his hands were drawn to his hips, travelling up his back. As Tim reintroduced his tongue into Tobias' mouth, Tobias' hands went into McGee's hair. His fingernails raking their way through Tim's soft dirty blonde hair. That action seemed to rev the younger man up, sighing his pleasure into the older man's mouth. Before his hands cupped those baby-faced cheeks and made their way down to rest on his chest, on his pecs.
Briefly they came up for a millisecond break before Tim took the lead this time, kissing and bringing Tobias' body flush against his own. "Oh Tim." Tobias moaned into Tim's mouth between kisses.
Tobias' hands found the hem of Tim's t-shirt and in a split second he had stripped him of his tee, quickly shedding his along the way too. Tim was a happy participant and engaging with Tobias in this act of seduction. Tim gently lowered Tobias onto the bed and climbed on top of him, without breaking the kiss. Tobias rolled them over so that they were side on horizontal across the bed, both men reached for the others belt buckle simultaneously. Tim hesitated and skimmed his hand across Tobias' firmed up manhood as Tobias popped open the button on the younger man's denim jeans.
"God Tim," Tobias panted. "I want you." Sliding his hand inside Tim's black cotton trunks. Tim's hands opened Tobias' jeans and grasped his hardened member through his briefs.
"Oh my god!" Tim moaned audibly as Tobias had pulled him free and wedged his jeans and trunks down his body, below his ass. His hard member leaking the clear pre-cum from Cowper's gland as Tobias started tugging.
Tim rolled Tobias on top of him, yanking his pants and briefs lower, freeing the older man. His hardened penis beginning to leak furiously, the head red with want.
Tobias grasped both penises in one hand, his and Tim's. Jerking them both back and forth, loving the sensation and feeling it gave him as his member brushed against Tim's. Tim's hands and mouth were on his body, lavishing their attention on his nipples as he took care of their baser desire.
"So close." Tobias panted, feeling the tightening in the base of his balls. "I'm gonna .." he panted.
"Come!" Tim panted, encouraging the man. Capturing his lips briefly. Tobias and Tim's eyes zeroed in each other.
Ribbons of hot sperm came out of Tim, coating Tobias' hand, penis and chest as Tobias' pecker dribbled out its own spurts of the white seeded liquid against Tim's still hardened member. Tobias put his hand to lips to taste the mixed fluid of the two men there, before Tim took his hand and laved at it too. Before kissing Tim again, tasting both men on Tim's lips. Every part of Tobias' body wanted every part of Tim's, even more now. 'That was one of the most erotic things I have ever felt in my life.' Tobias thought, marvelling that Tim was still hard.
The peach fuzz that was Tim's chest hair tickled against his own body hair and the fact that Tim's crotch was completely void of hair was a surprising turn on for the older man, he'd never had a lover with no pubic hair before.
A beep from his cell startled Tobias and Tim out of their ministrations. "That's the car service, Tim." Both men reluctantly separated, cleaned themselves up and redressed. Tim handed one of Tobias' bags to him and walked him to the door. Tobias dug into his wallet and handed him his business card. "When you get back to Norfolk, give me a call."
"I told you, NCIS is where I want to be." Tim replied, confused.
Tobias stepped up in to Tim's personal space and kissed him sensually. "You've just spent the last hour with my hand on your cock and my tongue in your mouth, pretty sure the FBI was the last thing on my mind."
"Now you're right about that." Tim smirked, giving Tobias a wink.
"Call me, I'd like to take you out for dinner when you get back in town." Tobias kissed Tim again and waved goodbye to him as he made his way down the hall to the elevator.
