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After their shared shower together, they quickly dried off and dressed for bed. Jethro noticed that Tim was almost pliant and tired. He figured that Tim was finally relaxed enough to sleep hard. To allow him to recover from the mental and physical exhaustion that has coloured the younger man for the last forty-eight hours and throughout the case they closed before they left the Navy Yard.
The two men stood together in the hallway, ready to bid one another good night. "Good night, Jethro." Tim whispered to him, reaching out to the older man and lacing his long slender fingers in the older man's fingers. He reached up and planted his lips on Jethro's, in a sweet chaste kiss.
Tim actually yearned to pull Jethro along with him and into the bedroom he was staying in, closing the door as they went. To tumble the older man on to the bed and make love to him, but he knew that in order for this to work, they needed to take this slow.
"Good night, Tim." he smiled sweetly at Tim. He too, knew that they have to take things slow. Sure, last night they had had a lot of fun and enjoyed the closeness and waking up together, as well as in the shower before. They had taken the heat off they'd just taken, allowing them to take their time together. "Sleep sweet, Tim." he kissed the man's face, on the corner of his upturned mouth.
The following morning, as usual, Jethro was awake at 0500. He met his father in the kitchen and the two men enjoyed a peaceful silence as they took in their first morning cup of coffee. Jackson got up and started some eggs. "Tim's still asleep?" he mused out loud, watching his son for an unguarded moment.
"He hasn't been sleeping well, Dad." Jethro explained to his father. "We're all still sporting the emotional wounds from our last case. It was a tough case and a personal one for him. He's OK, though."
"Nothing a bit of familial pampering from me and whatever it is the two of you are sharing, can't fix." Jackson jested as he dished up the eggs for the two of them and watched as his don smothered the grin that was attempting to break out on his face.
After breakfast, he ventured back upstairs to check in on Tim, as Jackson headed out the back door to open the up the store for the day's trading. Sneaking a peek inside, he smiled at the sight of the slumbering Tim, his bed sheets and blankets messily scattered, everywhere in a mess. His naked torso visible and Gibbs' brain went from the messy blankets on the bed to fantasising about a night of making love with Tim, in a split second.
Sneaking back downstairs, he promised himself to let the other man sleep as long as he could, he knew Tim needed it. He knew that Tim hadn't slept well since the whole Harper case drama, and it seemed that Tim was finally allowing his body to catch up.
It wasn't until almost 0800, that Tim woke. The smell of a fresh pot of coffee wafting up the stairs had him standing at the door jamb to the kitchen all bleary-eyed and his hair sticking up in all different directions. Jethro turned at the sound of Tim approaching and willed his body not to have a physical reaction to the sight of Tim standing there. Tim was looking so irresistibly sexy, standing there shirtless and in the pair of shorts he had slipped on the night before, after their pleasurable shower together. "Morning, Gorgeous." Gibbs grinned at him as he handed over his own mug to Tim, pouring another mug for himself.
"Uh-huh!" came Tim's muttered reply as he dove into the coffee mug Gibbs handed him. Tim practically inhaled the liquid ambrosia. Waiting for the caffeine to kick in, so he could feel alive, again.
When Tim had finished his second mug, he felt more human and smiled shyly at Gibbs. "Hi." Tim said softly, realising he was only in his boxers still, and standing in the middle of Jackson's kitchen. Tim felt exposed, both physically and emotionally, and he automatically crossed his arms over his bare torso to hide his body from Jethro's lust-filled gaze.
"Don't." Gibbs whispered in reply, reaching out to physically stop him from hiding the sight of his body from him. "Never feel like you have to hide yourself from me. Trust me, looking at you and your body isn't a hardship for me." Gibbs took half a step closer to him, brushing his body against Tim's naked chest. "Might make me hard, though." His eyes twinkled in laughter at Tim's amused look.
"Good morning, Jethro." Tim told him cheekily with a saucy, sinful grin. He put his arms up over the older man's shoulders and interlaced his fingers against Jethro's neck. He pressed his soft lips to Jethro's and kissed him softly.
Jethro finally realised that he had Tim in his arms, practically naked, as Tim had pulled his lips away, he chased Tim's lips with his own. Recapturing them, he nibbled on Tim's plump bottom lip, the one that drove him crazy. As he pulled Tim closer to him, their bodies flush against one another, he introduced his tongue to Tim's. Letting their tongues mingle, his hands travelled up Tim's naked chest, finding his nipples. Tim moaning appreciatively into his mouth, Jethro grinned against his lips. The sound and vibration of Tim's moan travelling straight to Jethro's groin. "So responsive. I like it." he grinned at Tim, letting his forehead rest against Tim's. "As much as I can't wait to be with you again, now's definitely not the time. Dad's expecting us at the store, very soon."
"Let me go and throw some clothes on." Tim told him and Jethro playfully refused to release him, holding him close against his own body.
"No need to get dressed on my account." He jested at him as he reluctantly released Tim from his arms.
Jackson saw the two men come into the store from the back entrance together and he smiled at them. They made a sweet couple to him. He wasn't sure if they were a couple or not, but he could hope and dream, that one day they might be. They weren't holding hands or even walking too close together, but their eyes were sparkling, and Jackson could have sworn that he could see something in his son's eyes. "Nice of you two to finally join me today, I thought maybe, Leroy had gone back to bed."
"Sorry Jack, I don't usually sleep in like that. I promise not to be late again." Tim apologised, as he moved the offered laptop from the counter to the circular table off to the side.
"Tim, you're not my employee. I don't care if you sleep in, every day. You're on vacation, you're supposed to be resting and relaxing anyway." Jackson chastised him.
"Still..." Tim hesitated. Gibbs reached over and gently took Tim by the scruff of the neck.
"Dad said it was OK, Tim. It's OK." Gibbs smiled at him, widely and Tim caught his smile and returned it, both their eyes dancing with glee. Jethro enjoying the free rein and revelling in the feeling of being able to touch Tim.
"Just friends, my ass." Jack muttered to himself, as he walked away from the duo, going back to marking the price of the canned tuna.
Tim looked over the laptop specs, making a couple of notes about some components and upgrades Tim needed to make, to run the CCTV system on it. He planned to lay the bulk of the cabling for the cameras today, then upgrade that laptop and install the cameras and hook up the system.
A quick google search told Tim that the closest computer shop that sold what he needed was in Wilkes-Barre. After speaking in low tones with Jethro, the two of them made plans to make the trip over there this morning. If they didn't, they'd have to wait until after Christmas when they reopened.
The two men made quick work of gathering their extra warm gear to head over there in Jack's old truck. This morning Jack had had Leroy move his good truck inside the barn with a winter storm due later on that night, both trucks would be out of the storm.
The ride over to Wilkes-Barre was peaceful, both lost in their own thoughts and fantasies of the shower last night that they had shared and how each of them had made the other come apart.
Jethro accompanied Tim into the computer shop where he watched as Tim talked with a shy salesgirl as he purchased the computer parts he needed as well as some extra cabling, just in case. He watched as the salesgirl drooled all over Tim with his knowledge of computers and Tim had barely given her a second glance, which warmed Gibbs' heart.
On their way back out to stow Tim's purchases, Jethro walked Tim to the passenger side of the truck. When they arrived at Jack's truck, Jethro took the two bags from Tim and stowed them before pinning Tim against the body of the truck. "I love watching you talk your technobabble, watching the way your mouth moves. Gets me so hot." He admitted in a low voice, his hips smashed against Tim's. Jethro moved subtly and the friction of denim in denim caused a jolt of electricity to course through their lower halves. "Right now, I want you so much. Will you come somewhere else with me?"
"I'll come anywhere with you." Tim teased him, shifting slightly so that their front zippers met. Jethro wolfishly grinned at him, before kissing him on the lips softly.
"You're a very naughty man, Timothy McGee." he laughed as he pulled Tim into him, for a hug. "That's not what I meant, and you know that, but I do enjoy that with you."
Jethro ushered Tim into the truck and drove them in the direction of Stillwater, but just before the county line, he suddenly took a sharp left-hand turn, going down a dirt road that was clearly a dry weather road only. They travelled down this road for nine minutes before heading into some forestry. In the forest, he took a right-hand turn and then a left. Wherever Jethro was taking him was really off the beaten path. Finally, he pulled up at a small clearing, putting the truck in park. They were at the end of a dead-end road. They were completely isolated, no one seemed to be around.
Jethro fumbled in the jump seat for the old picnic blanket his father had always kept there. "Coming?" he asked, with a grin. "It's only about 600 feet away."
As soon as they were both out of the truck, he locked it. He put the old picnic rug under one arm and took Tim's hand in his own, before escorting Tim down the narrow, steep trail. The narrow trail had some old rustic steps made of old railway sleepers as it hugged the edge of the ravine below.
Following the trail down, deeper and deeper into the gully, water could be heard rushing. Tim smiled when they came to stop at the base of the waterfall. Jethro stopped behind him, admiring the look of joy on the younger man's face. "Wow, I'd have never guessed when we pulled up." Tim commented as he took in the view. The waterfall was flowing freely into a pond, which trickled down stream into a small creek.
"This is my favourite place in the whole world." Jethro told Tim. "Let me show you the best part." Jethro took Tim's hand and lead him into the forest, off the main path before coming to a large boulder beside an old, derelict building made of bluestone. There was a padlock on the door, which Jethro unlocked with a small brass key off his keyring and ushered Tim inside. "This is the old papermill. My great grandfather owned it, and the land is still owned by our family. By dad, actually."
Jethro led Tim through the old bluestone building, which was mostly grown over and falling apart, before they slipped out the door on the opposite side of building, locking it behind them. He led Tim into the cave which was pretty shallow and opened up underneath the waterfall itself. "This is amazing." Tim told him, spinning around to take it all in.
Jethro spread out the picnic blanket on the ground, trying to ward off the dampness of the cave floor. "I've never bought anyone here before, Tim." Gibbs told him earnestly. "Not even Shannon."
Tim felt warm and a flush passed through him. He felt treasured and special that Jethro had only ever shared it with him and not with anyone else. As they lay on the picnic rug, side by side, facing one another, a good foot in distance between them. "You're so gorgeous." Tim told him, carding his hand through Jethro's salt and peppered hair.
"Not like you, this hair." Jethro told him, raking his fingernails through Tim's hair, massaging his scalp as he went. "Those gorgeous green eyes, they're the window to your soul and when you look at me with them, I feel them ignite a fire inside me."
Tim reached across the gap between their body's and planted a soft kiss on Jethro's lips, a whisper of a kiss, just a feather. But that was all the encouragement Jethro needed, he opened his mouth wider, inviting Tim to explore his mouth. An invitation that Tim greedily excepted. As they came up for air, Tim continued his ministrations, placing hot, moist kisses along his jawline, up behind his ear and trailing down his neck, nipping at the juncture between the older man's shoulder and neck, which elicited throaty, lust-filled moans from the older man.
Jethro's lips found Tim's again as he let his hands roam over the younger man's taut, lean body causing him to shiver in anticipation. "Oh Jethro!" Tim moaned as Jethro's hand subtly caressed the fly on Tim's jeans. Tim stilled his hand from moving on, holding it in place over his fly. "Open it."
A fire ignited in Jethro's gut right there at Tim's breathless command. He had never wanted anyone more than he wanted Tim in that moment. Jethro's hand popped the button on the younger man's jeans and slid his zipper down, finding the younger man wearing the designer briefs he had worn the night they had gone out in Harrisburg and consumed all that bourbon. The very same pair, Jethro had had very dirty thoughts about the moment he had seen Tim in them. He slipped his hand inside the black elastane and white band, caressing the hard package the fabric was concealing.
"As much as I want you, we can't. Not here, I won't let you be a rushed quickie on the ground." Jethro panted between kisses as he pushed up Tims's sweater and tee to his neck, to make his way down the younger man's body. Paying extra attention to his nipples as he made his way towards his goal. "Doesn't mean I won't enjoy making you come apart with my mouth."
Tim's body was a tingle, a quiver all over. Jethro's implied words had excited him, and he needed to be careful, he didn't want to come before Jethro got his mouth on his manhood. As Jethro's hot cavern engulfed Tim's rigid penis whole, Tim reached down and ran his fingers through the salt and pepper hair belonging to his lover. He wasn't forcing Jethro's head down, just resting his hands on the older man's head, but Jethro had enjoyed Tim's motion so much he rewarded the young man with his tongue and teeth scraping the underside of his hard cock as he made his way back up to the head, before swirling it around his tongue. "Oh Jethro, god!" Tim panted, feeling his balls draw up and get heavy. Tim felt Jethro's feral grin against his manhood as he repeated the erotic action from before that had almost tipped Tim over the edge. Repeating the motion for a third time before deep throating him, his tonsils on Tim's hardened member felt like nothing he had ever felt before and he let out a cry of relief as he climaxed, sending his hot seed into Jethro's mouth and down his throat. "Ngh! Jethro!" Tim had called out.
Jethro had savoured the feel of the hot ribbons of the thick white spunk that had coated inside of his mouth. He had forgotten how much the salty taste had increased his libido. He swallowed the bulk of it, before swirling the remaining drizzle around his mouth, savouring the taste. Tim had enjoyed tasting himself on Jethro's lips in the shower, too. Once he was satisfied his lover was licked and laved clean, he tucked Tim back inside his underwear and made his way back up his body, taking Tim's lips as soon as he reached his destination.
"That was amazing, babe. You taste so damn good." Jethro muttered between kisses. Tim loved tasting himself on his lover. "But come on, we've gotta get a move on. Dad's waiting for us and Duck's gonna be callin' at 1600."
Jethro helped his lover up and bundled the blanket off the ground of the cave. Tim held out his hand and wordlessly the two of them folded the blanket up, neatly.
The duo arrived back at Jackson's store with barely any time to spare. As soon as Tim had his laptop set up, it was pinging with a Skype call from Ducky. "Ah, Timothy, my lad, hello." Ducky voice came over the line as his image appeared on the screen.
"Ducky, you look like Scotland agrees with you." Tim told him with a smile, as he took in how good and how happy his mentor looked. A man he considered an uncle.
"As do you, Timothy. You must be getting plenty of rest and relaxation with Jethro and Jackson." Ducky theorised out loud. "It seems all that country air has been good for you."
Jethro took a seat at the table, beside his lover, placing his arm on the back of Tim's chair and leaned over Tim so he could be seen on the screen. "Hey Duck" he greeted his long time friend.
"Ah Jethro, I was just remarking on how well our young Timothy looks; very well rested and relaxed." Tim hid his smirk behind a sip of coffee, taking a page from his lover's playbook.
"Well yeah, Duck. Isn't that what you wanted?" Jethro Gibbs asked sarcastically. "We've got his six."
"Yes... Well, Timothy. We need to discuss this mess with Penny." Ducky told him, earnestly.
"With all due respect, Duck. No, we don't. Penny's more than capable of apologising herself and until she does, we have nothing to talk about. I'm done being the doormat for my family, Duck." Tim told him, standing up to Ducky too.
Ducky looked up and saw Jethro's arm still around the younger man and smiled. "Quite right, Timothy. I have been waiting for you to grow your own back bone. Just didn't think I'd ever see the day you use it with me."
"Penny apologises and then he'll talk, Duck." Gibbs reiterated to his friend. "I thought you were going to stay out of it, Duck."
"Till then...?" Tim commented. "I see Penny had manipulated you to do her dirty work, Ducky. Not falling for it, she's done it too many times, now."
"Quite right." Ducky gave in to what they were saying and realised it made sense. "Pray tell, has anyone else checked in with you yet, Jethro?"
"Everyone made it to their destinations. Hoping they're unwinding like we're going to do."
"Do you even remember how to?" Ducky chuckled.
"Ducky, that's what I'm here for. We're helping each other out." Tim added, reassuring Ducky that he was taking just as much care of Jethro as Jethro was of him.
Ducky watched the two of them, Timothy and his friend Jethro were in each other's personal space a lot more and they seemed more comfortable with each other. He resigned himself to see what his contemporary, Jackson, knew. " Well, I must be off, I understand that it's nearly closing time, there."
"Yeah, and there's a big storm rolling in, here. Gotta go, Duck." Gibbs said, as he disconnected the call and closed the laptop screen.
Jackson flipped the sign to the front door as he noticed the dark clouds rolling in. "Let's go boys, truck in the barn too, Leroy." he instructed his son. They experienced some wild, winter blizzards here in Stillwater, nothing like what they experienced in D.C.
"Already done, Dad. Tim, grab your laptop and then help me, we're going to need the heavy logs for the fireplace bought onto the back porch to stay dry." Tim made light work of running his laptop in to the kitchen in the house and returning with his jacket.
"Let's go." Jackson bellowed as the wind picked up, beginning to howl and the snow began to fall harder. Jackson watched as Tim followed his instructions and came into the house. Leroy was fussing with making sure the doors on the barn couldn't blow open and collected another armful of wood before heading inside. "Make sure the screened in porch door is latched and locked, Leroy!"
As soon as Jethro was inside and had the porch latched and locked, he turned and spied Tim watching him from against the door jamb to the utility room. "Like what you see?" Jethro quipped huskily.
"Oh yeah!" Tim breathed out, pantingly. Tim had managed to wind himself in the storm, helping with the heavy logs. Once he had set the logs down and stripped off his now wet jacket, he closed the door that led out to the porch and locked it behind him too.
Hearing his Dad in the kitchen, Jethro stepped up to his lover, his hips making contact with the younger man's. As soon as Jethro put his hands on his younger lover's body. He jumped. "Cold?" he asked, amused. But Jethro Gibbs enjoyed the feeling being close to Tim like that. He smelt like sawdust and sweat.
"Yeah, shower now, Jethro. Don't want you getting sick." Tim instructed him, showing a glimpse of the compassion Tim usually hid from his boss.
"If I get sick, you'll just have to play nurse for me." he grinned at Tim, indulging himself in the fantasy. "Of course, Dad doesn't have a bell, so to stay close by, you'd have to stay in my room."
"Or you could go warm up with a shower and later on..." Tim offered, with a wicked smile.
"Later on?" Jethro asked, eager to hear what his genius was thinking. It was clear that Tim was thinking of something mischievous, he had that twinkle in his eye. The one that always told him, whatever Tim was going to say, would be brilliant.
"Later on, tonight... I'll let you take me to bed...to, you know... Help keep you warm... All night." Tim whispered in a low husky tone, his voice rough and laden with want.
Jethro Gibbs had never had a man be that direct with him before. Tim's rough wanton voice sent images to his brain that were now burnt into his brain. Jethro's grin went feral, as he imagined Tim beneath him, spread out, eyes closed, the look of ecstasy on his face. "Yeah?" he asked, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. "Preserving body heat to stay warm?"
"Whatever gets me into your bed. Or perhaps you'd prefer to be in my bed? " Tim quipped and suddenly Jethro's lips were on Tim's demanding. His hot, wet kisses were not the only thing that was exciting, as Jethro reached for Tim, the younger man could feel his lover's erection and it was impressive. Breaking the kiss, Tim panted slightly before grinning. "Shower, Jethro. Go get warm and clean up."
Jethro caught his lover's lust-filled gaze, before asking the question; wordlessly. Gibbs grinned wolfishly at Tim's silent answer.
Dinner was simple, Jackson boiled the noodles for some spaghetti and Tim quickly put together a sauce of oil, onions, peppers, tomatoes and various herbs and spices. He grated some pecornio cheese.
Tim was gently tossing the pasta in the sauce when Jethro arrived into the kitchen. Seeing his father at the counter, he grinned at Tim, before approaching him. "Smells good." he whispered, as leaned over Tim's shoulder. His head tilted sideways slightly to see Tim's grin.
Jethro knew he wasn't fooling anyone in that room. All three men knew that he was talking about Tim and not the food that he was preparing for dinner.
The storm was raging outside, Jackson had the fire in the living room going and half a dozen pillar candles burning around the room. The three of them were each sitting in the living room, enjoying their meal in silence. Jackson in his recliner and Jethro on the sofa, Tim in the floor with a couple of cushions. "You two gonna tell me when you got together?" Jackson asked in his way, eyeing the two of them, carefully. "or are the three of us going to visit the woodshed together?"
Tim and Jethro exchanged looks. "Not like that, Dad." Jethro told his father gently, taking Tim's bowl and his own before heading to the kitchen with Jackson trailing behind him.
"Why the hell not, Leroy?" Jack asked, as he and his son started the dishes. "Is this about Matt?"
"It's not about Matt." the younger Gibbs man snapped. "It's about Tim and doing the right thing by him, Dad. What do you want me to say? I like him? Yeah, I do, OK. I like him more than I should, more than I'm supposed to. He's my subordinate and I like him a lot, definitely in less than a professional manner. Getting to know him here, away from work, having him stay here with us, and not telling him is killing me. It's slowly killing me. I am stuck between a rock and hard place."
"Remember what I told you about Anita? All those years ago." Jackson asked his son, referring to the only half serious woman Jackson had ever pursued after Anne's death.
"The timing wasn't right." Gibbs recited. He remembered that his father and the woman fell pretty hard for one another, but Anita found out she was pregnant from with ex-husband's baby.
"I was wrong. The timing doesn't matter. It's the environment, Anita and I couldn't have had anything because we had nothing in common." Jackson slapped his son lightly. "You and Tim have a lot in common and perhaps, while you're away from the office. Now is your chance to follow your heart, Leroy. No call outs to crimescenes or bad guys to catch, no teammates to worry about breaking down the door. It's a chance to focus on what's right in front of the two of you. The opportunity to start something and maybe build the foundations for happiness, together." Jethro Gibbs didn't have a comment or comeback to that. What could he say? Really? He knew his old man was making sense. As the two of them wrapped up the leftovers and finished tidying up, he gave his father a grin and a nod." I'm going to bed, hopefully the storm will be over when I wake up."
Tim watched as the two Gibbs men headed into the kitchen to clean up from dinner. He had made an effort to get up to help, but a look from his lover had him staying put. He opened his laptop that was on his table and double tapped on the icon that would open his latest manuscript.
He had decided it was high time to give his main character a new love interest. He just wasn't sure how to do it, besides subtly. After all, that was how he and his boss had started their...rendezvous. Maybe that was the right word.
"Relationship, Tim." Jethro said, reading Tim's mind, as he joined Tim on the floor beside the laptop his younger lover was working on. "That's what we're doing, right? Building a relationship."
"That's what I thought, but I've been mistaken in the past." Tim replied, pushing his laptop aside to take Jethro's hand in his. "Didn't want to assume or take any liberties."
"With me? Take all the liberties with me, you want because I want nothing, but you."