Episode Tags: posted at the end of the chapter - so as to not spoil the mystery of where they have flown.
Clues to the question of where they have flown to – were hidden within Chapter 1:
2/19/11 – 15:30 Hours / REALLY big plane?" /"Smallest available for what we need."
"Smallest what? Has to be the fuel load! / Please tell me we're not going to Alaska!" / "Not Alaska"
'it's maximum flight distance on full fuel is 6,500 nautical miles' / "7:08?"
and now...
2/19/11- 20:18 PM (Local time)
It's nearly two hours after sundown and they've been on the road from the airport for nearly an hour now. In all that time, his passenger hasn't said a word. Those green eyes of his have been glued to the world outside their rented 2010 Jeep Wrangler as Leroy drove. With his own eyes on the road, the older man hasn't tried to concentrate on whatever might be going through Tim's mind. What he hopes, however, is that his plan to create new memories of this place for the young man as a way to replace the god-awful ones of times past, is at least partially beginning to work. He won't know for sure of course, until they talk about it. Hating not knowing how Tim's feeling right now at this surprise location for their honeymoon, he mentally sighs and makes a decision. Taking advantage of the wide shoulder of the almost empty road, he pulls over, making sure to put his hazard lights on as well as his turn signal. Putting the car in park, Leroy takes his hand off the wheel and reaches for Tim's hand, finally biting the bullet, his emotion packed tone sliding beneath the glassy quiet instead of shattering it. "You okay?"
"What? Oh." Tim comes back to their world inside the vehicle with a start. Realizing they've stopped, he looks at Leroy in alarm. In the minimal cab lighting provided by the dashboard and the headlights bouncing off the guardrail in front of them, he takes in the concern in both Leroy's tone and expression. Immediately Tim calms down while he doubles down on his answer. "I'm fine, really. This is beautiful, Leroy, even after dark."
"No bad flashbacks?" The older man asks in blatant concern. Tim's sensitive soul has not changed, and he still feels things deeply and oftentimes needs calming and redirection back to the place where all is okay once more. Touching him and talking with him with compassion and concern has become natural to Leroy. The gift of seeing his trust reflected in his love's eyes makes it all worthwhile. He knows that Tim cherishes everything he gives through words and touch and that the young man holds it all close to his heart. Leroy also knows Tim will always be honest with him
Tim sighs as he reaches over and takes the older man's free hand in his, squeezing it affectionately. "Flashbacks – no. Memories – faded but still there. Nothing front and center and nothing to worry about. Is that what choosing here for our honeymoon was about?"
"Thought you deserve better memories of this beautiful place." His husband says as he squeezes Tim's hand in return.
"Leroy, this - being here– it's for you too, right?" Tim asks with concern as his eyes watch the older man's face. "Is it gonna help change your memories? I don't want us to be here if it's hurting you for even a minute. I'm sorry I haven't asked already, but I've been kinda trying to take it all in."
Leroy swallows hard and turns his body sideways in Tim's direction. Holding Tim's hand to his chest, he sighs. "You remember the last time we talked about 'em?"
'The day after you asked me to marry you – November 20th." Tim answers without hesitation. "When you hung all those pictures up on the walls of the house. With everything else going on, we haven't talked about them since then."
"Memories are still sharp. The pain isn't. Hasn't been since June…" Leroy admits as his eyes move to the world outside the front windshield.
"20th." Tim surmises quietly, his eyes glued to his love's face, standing firm in the belief that the man has long moved on enough that this isn't hurting him.
"Hell of a day, that day." Leroy recalls, his voice rough with memories and emotions unspoken as he looks back at Tim now. "Broke open the vault."
"So glad we did." Tim says as he leans over into his love's space enough to reach him, carding his hair as he leans in to offer the man a kiss for physical reaffirmation of their love. "You don't know how happy I am that you haven't been hurting anymore."
Leroy lifts Tim's hand up to his mouth and kisses the knuckles he's holding before he looks back at him. "Every day with you has already helped with that, Tim. But, yeah. This'll help me too."
Choked up with relief for his love's sake at actually hearing the words, Tim can only nod. A minute later he finds his voice. "Ok." Another moment later, a small smile graces his face. "Everyone's gonna have to start calling you Gibs – with only one b." Tim says softly. "Nothing close to that second B going on with you anymore."
"Thought that was our little secret?" Leroy jokes in return.
"Not after our wedding vows, it's not." Tim teases back.
"Right." Leroy smiles. A moment of quiet remembering fills the air between them. Glancing at Tim again, Leroy speaks his mind. "What you said...Beautiful, Tim."
"So were yours, Leroy." Tim replies with equal emotion. He's still trying to wrap his head around the man's emotional outpouring through their vows. Actually, he's still trying to wrap his head around the entire day. "Something I'll never forget. " It certainly has been more than he's ever dreamed of and it's not even over yet. Wanting to turn the subject before he starts doing something stupid like letting his emotions get carried away, he looks back outside the window at what's left of the winding road they're on that's brought them through the coastal mountains and finds a way to infuse his admiration of their location into his respect for what he's already been handed today. "Just like this place, even at night."
"I agree." Leroy responds quietly before leaving Tim to the space he's silently asking for, thankful they've talked it out like this. Pulling back onto the road, he's confident now, that they're both in the perfect place to enjoy this honeymoon. He doesn't want for anything more, except maybe to be on the beach already, even if it is just 15 minutes away.
*****NCIS******
By 21:00, they've reached the beach, unloaded their bags from the jeep and been quick to take turns making good use of the updated shower in the beach house while the other one set up the bed or put the groceries away. The room is dark as Leroy comes from the bathroom, refreshed yet still exhausted and ready for bed. The sight of Tim waiting for him not in the bed but sitting on the edge of it is a surprise. Still dressed in his sweats and his t-shirt, his expression one of anticipation.
"Tim?"
Getting to his feet, Tim walks to Leroy, taking his left hand in his own, those green eyes of his finding Leroy's cobalt blue ones without fail. "You said so much to me today – in front of everyone. " The young man marvels as if it's all just hitting him now. "Not sure I can ever live up to that."
Leroy gives a small shake of his head. He doesn't want Tim thinking he has to live up to anything just because he heard straight from Leroy's heart today.
Slipping a finger up to the older man's lips, Tim lays it there to let him know he's not expecting or needing a response right now. 'Just wanted to say thank you - for stepping out on that limb today - in front of everyone. I love you SO much, Leroy." Tim reaches out and gently takes hold of his husband's face within his hands, leaning in to ever so tenderly kiss him, his lips finding and making love to the older man's with promise as well as love.
Giving back in kind, Leroy's own hands come up to wrap themselves around Tim's neck, pulling him closer to him as the heat turns up three notches.
Surprisingly, Tim withdraws from the kiss first, a soft smile on his face. "Move the raincheck to tomorrow?" He asks invitingly as he sets the phone down on the table next to the bed. "Come to bed?".
Leroy nods without hesitation and is surprised when Tim reaches out and snags his hand, leading him to the bed and actually tucking him in before walking around and getting in next to him.
Getting comfortable in Leroy's arms as they lay together, Tim is quick to reach over and card Leroy's hair and kiss him on the lips again with more tenderness and love. This time when he withdraws from the kiss, Tim lays back down in Leroy's arms, relishing the beauty of the moment, the chance they're giving each other to catch their breath and find rest among the flurry of the last few days, weeks even.
Enjoying the moment for what it is, Leroy reaches out gathering Tim snug against him, this chance to breathe keeping his emotions running high from the touching wedding, intense intimacy they've shared on the plane and the emotion packed talk in the jeep. He swallows hard around the lump in his throat but finally manages to whisper. "Love you."
Tim responds through the touch of his hand as it slowly caresses Leroy's chest over his heart. Leroy's words don't need to be replaced by any of his. With his heart overfilled, he simply snuggles closer and kisses the strong chest protecting the beating heart within it as together, the exhausted newlyweds let sleep take them away.
********NCIS*******
07:25 Sunday Morning
As the sun begins to rise, its' rays filtering in through the curtains on the bedroom window, Tim awakens feeling more relaxed than he has in a very long time. His heart is over-flowing with contentment and the anticipation of what the next two weeks with Leroy all to himself will bring to their relationship. He knows this kind of quality alone time for them will probably be a long time in coming a second time around, once they get back home. Glancing over at the older man soundly sleeping on his side facing him now, the young man is so happy to see Leroy peacefully resting, that strong chest moving with his rhythmic breathing Tim's become prone to thanking God every day for, that he can't keep the smile off his face.
As usual, the more he looks at this beautiful man that chose to marry him and spend the rest of his life with him, the hungrier for him Tim gets. Sure enough, it's not very long before he's torn between wanting Leroy to sleep in even longer and wanting him so badly he can already taste him, Unable to look away from that gorgeous face, his eyes gazing steadily at his love in another moment of golden silence, he's a goner! He can't help it, the need to touch him and taste him, to be physically connected to him, is just too great. Tim can't seem to stop himself as he rolls closer, allowing his hands to reach for the older man. As if on automatic, his hands tenderly begin slowly caressing up and down Leroy's arms, going further out each time as they soon touch on the sleeping man's shoulders and chest as well. With every tender touch and every breath he sees his love take, even while still in slumber, Tim feels the hunger within him growing even more, until it's ravenous and unstoppable.
Thankful that both the lube and the full baby wipe warmer are handy, the young man moves off the bed and makes quick work of getting his hands on them. Tossing the wipes onto the bed where they can be reached later, he returns to his love and opens the lube, applying it where he needs it to be. Without a sound, he tenderly eases the undisturbed older man over to his back, soothing him with gentle touches so that he doesn't awaken just yet.
When there's no movement from Leroy and no change in his breathing, Tim carries on in his quest to be one with his husband, sliding inside him with a repressed moan of ecstasy as both the heat and the friction hit him hard, sending sparks of pleasure throughout his body. He pauses for a minute, head back on his neck and his eyes closed in absolute ecstasy. This is heaven! Taking a deep breath, he slowly lets it out as he opens his eyes again and locks them on his love's face, watching for signs of waking. With his hands gently holding Leroy's hips, he moves his own in slow, firm strokes in and out of the warmth, glove-like sheath he fits so well into. Tim's in heaven, his eyes still glued to those of the man he's making sweet love to, his body thrumming with both adrenaline and pleasure quickly heating up. Enraptured by the fullness of everything he's feeling, he can't stop his movements or his quietly breathed out pants of bliss filled words, even when he senses his husband is no longer asleep through the change of the man's breathing. Soo good. soo tight. Oooh! Leroy! So good! God, I love…
You! Aaah. Oooh...His love's verbal expressions of overwhelmed bliss reach Leroy even breathlessly caught in a wave of pleasure that's overtaken him, as his is. The delicious sensuous feel of Tim's thickened muscle stroking his insides just right while strong and loving hands already have him at the brink well before he's even fully able to focus his eyes on the man in the midst of worshipping his body, all he can do is react, gasping into the pillow before he's even fully awake. "Tim!"
The sound of his name coming from his love that way has Tim losing the last of his self-control, his next stroke is deep and fast, quickly followed up with another. Even the tension growing within the older man's physical body heralding his approaching climax doesn't slow him down, his quest to give Leroy the ultimate pleasure, his only goal.
A low moan of ecstatic bliss with Tim's name attached escapes from the older man's lips as he's catapulted off the cliff, unaware he'd even been that close and equally unaware that he's taken Tim with him along for the ride.
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Returning to the here and now, Tim finds himself laying on his love's chest. Unwilling to remain there with Leroy still boneless and out of it beneath him, he smiles, basking in the afterglow of having pleasured his husband in such an intimate way before the man had even fully come awake, He reaches out for a warmed baby wipe and cleans them both up, easing himself free to get the job done. Wanting to remain connected, he takes his rod in hand and strokes it alongside Leroy's once before casting his mind back over the replay of the loving they've just shared, easily getting himself back in gear for more, as his thickening rod testifies to. With a satisfied breath, he slides back inside his love fully and lays his head on the man's good shoulder, wrapping his arms around him. Holding his love, his husband, the love of his life close, he mentally thanks God for every single heartbeat he can feel in the older man's chest and every single opportunity to shower him with love.
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Leroy rouses to the feel of his own body's intermittent squeezing of Tim's cock still inside him, still wanting more. Opening his eyes for the first time this morning, he smiles at the sight of Tim's head resting on the good side of his chest, eyes closed. Reaching over, he cards Tim's hair even as he gently wraps his arms around him, knowing the new attention will have him looking at him. Leroy already wants more of him. "You can wake me up like that any time." He speaks softly in encouragement.
"Mmmm-hmm." Tim murmurs as he smiles warmly, looking Leroy straight on, "It was fun."
"C'mere." Leroy murmurs, reaching for his love.
Tim chuckles quietly at this beckoning and moves just enough to give his love what he's asking for, the opportunity to hold him as he kisses him, inviting and tender.
His arms tightening around Tim's frame, Leroy surges upwards, flipping the young man so that he's beneath him now, switching things up by quickly imbedding his rock hard shaft deep within him in one long, powerful stroke as he basks in his love's exclamation of pleasure when he does. He leans down and traces the tip of his finger down his lover's cheek before leaning in and gently drinking again from those lips that keep calling to him even while, slowly and steadily, stroking deep within his love, bottoming out and freezing in that moment.
Tim quickly gives back with all the passion and love he has to offer, sparking the fire as it quickly spreads; growing hotter and hotter until together, as one, connected by Leroy's once again hardening rod, slowly but steadily inciting Tim's inner heat to its' boiling point once more– both of them fly together in its explosive wake.
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"So gorgeous out here. No wonder Mike retired to this place." Tim says in awe as he takes the smell of the ocean, the tropical breeze and the sounds of the squawking seagulls on the short, half-mile stretch of secluded tropical beach. With spring jackets on, both of them are comfortable even at barely 09:30 in the morning. It's nice, cool 55 degrees with a seemingly balanced amount of clouds along with sunshine overhead and with sunglasses and hats, they're prepared to enjoy Mother Nature at her finest for at least a little while.
Together, they take in what's in front of them. The beauty of the untouched sand almost matches that of the idyllic color of the unjaded water. Where the untarnished sea laps at the edge of the sand; no mark or indentation mars its' pristine appearance; untouched natural beauty laid out at its' best.
The one artificial sight; almost hidden away; to see in the midst of this hidden paradise of serenity and untainted beauty; the somewhat small bungalow; a shack to some people, he's sure; sits back from the sea a good 75 yards or so. To Mike's credit, it's set far enough back; that it's most likely almost unseen by the rare few that ever find this tiny piece of the globe. The beauty of the sea; calls to all who do happen upon this piece of paradise, Tim's sure of that, too- keeping the bungalow lost in its shadow, even with it's obviously newer addition of a good 100 square feet of house.
"Luckily, he rescued Leyla and Amira. Forced him to upgrade!" Leroy laughs, admittedly happy they've dragged themselves from the house after a hot relaxing shower compiled along with yet another round of mind blowing love making and even more, amidst much laughter. "That bench in the shower sure comes in handy."
Tim grins. "No argument there."
Reaching out his hand, Leroy smiles softly as Tim takes it, letting him guide their next move. Slowly and with no inclination to move any faster he guides them towards the beach, leading them out for a leisurely walk at the water's edge, infusing them both with the sights and sounds of nature's raw beauty.
As they stroll, Tim asks the question that he can't stop thinking about. "Thought you enjoyed roughin' it?"
"I do. Pretty sure you don't." Leroy answers with a grin.
"Again, no argument there. But' I'd love to try – with you."
"You mean that."
"Yeah. I do. Seriously. You know, we haven't even attempted that, have we?" Tim realizes. "Wow. I can't believe I've never thought to talk to you about this before. We could have gone camping or at least fishing! Leroy, if you'd rather be at the cabin, I won't mind going. Or maybe split the difference in the two weeks we've got?"
"We'll take a trip to the cabin another time." Leroy promises, happy to hear the younger man wants to do it. "That's not what this is for."
"Ok!" Tim smiles, happy that Leroy is content with those plans for their future while enjoying their present. Gently squeezing his love's hand, he stops walking and turns to face him, waiting for the chance to kiss him.
Knowing what it is Tim's wanting, Leroy stops and turns, tenderly giving it to him and relishing it, his arms holding the younger man's head at his ears, enjoying the feel of his hair underneath his hands. He pulls back after a brief sensuous dance within their kiss, that soft – for Tim only – smile on his face.
Sharing the smile, Tim squeezes his love's hand once more and takes the first step into continuing their stroll along the beach, knowing they'll both enjoy basking in the sun and the smell of the water and fresh air while they enjoy each other's quiet company.
*****NCIS******
"I'll get the water heating up for you." Tim says as they come back in from their stroll a good three hours later, feeling like they need another shower to shed the sand from their clothes as well as their feet. Both have trekked to the bathroom before taking off their shoes as it is.
You joining me?" Leroy asks, watching as Tim bends over to turn on the water.
Tim looks back over his shoulder and gives Leroy a sultry smile when he sees him actually ogling his ass.
Leroy silently tugs Tim upright by his belt loop and backwards into his arms, wrapping one arm around the young man's waist and the other reaching under his shirt to touch his skin at his chest.
"Leroy." Tim breathes out raggedly, reaching back and up to run his hands through the older man's hair while his love begins to peel their shirts off. "What are you doing?"
"Need you." Leroy admits roughly, kissing his way down the younger man's neck once Tim cooperatively let go of him enough to allow his shirt to be removed from his arms. Continuing on the trail he's blazing across his love's skin, the taste of him making him hard already.
"We've only been outside for three hours." Tim says in pleasure filled surprise as Leroy's breath tickles his neck.
"Too long." Leroy murmurs while impatiently helping Tim out of the rest of his clothes. Bending his head to kiss the juncture of his love's neck and shoulder, Leroy feels his own need and physical hunger grow even stronger, pushing his movements on into steady and deliberate. "So beautiful." he murmurs in reverence as his kisses move to his love's shoulders. He lifts his head, wanting to let his eyes see every inch of the perfection he's holding in his arms.
Tim's lips part with the need to draw in more air, his eyes widening with a lust and hunger of his own as Leroy's kisses continue to heat his skin in a fiery trail that moves down his back, the man's fingers following in their wake, mapping Tim's body as if they've never done it before. Already writhing for more, his back arching before Leroy has even reached the dip of his hips, Tim lets out one soft moan after another as he begins to become awash in the never-ending pleasurable sensations streaking through him
Unexpectedly, Leroy dips his fingers into Tim's perfect, rounded ass, keeping him in place on his feet while kissing his way up the insides of his husband's thighs, evoking a moan of pleasure from the younger man that has driven his own wanton hunger into overdrive. The need to taste Tim is too much! He has to have him! Gently turning him within his arms, he reaches down and strokes his love's cock, enjoying the way it responds to him, jerking to attention and becoming thicker and longer,
"Ooh, Leroy! Love it when you do that!" Tim expels on a whoosh of air, his arms now holding onto his love's shoulders to hold himself steady and as still as he can for the older man, his eyes locked on the sight of Leroy stroking him.
Smiling at his love, Leroy sits down on the toilet seat and tugs Tim closer to him, closing his lips around the young man's crown, enjoying the taste of precum when it hits his tongue, silky and sweet. He sucks harder just to taste more of him, while Tim's gasp of ecstasy encourages him to keep going. As if reading each other's minds, they find each other's gazes again, locking on them in the moment in a way that pours gasoline on the fire.
"Lee...rooy." Tim moans breathlessly as fireworks set off within his physical body, his ability to hold still long gone in the search for more of the pleasure he can't get enough of.
Leroy slowly withdraws his mouth from his prize and deliberately drags his body flush up against Tim's along the way to standing to his feet, the continuing moans of pleasure from Tim filling the air around them. Enjoying the sounds of his love experiencing so much pleasure from his attentions, the older man tugs him into the shower with him.
Moving in synch with his love, Tim lets go another gasp of pleasure when the older man's erection grinds against his own. Now standing in the shower, the hot water beading down on him, Tim feels so full of pleasure, he doesn't know what to do with it.
Without wasting any time, Leroy propels Tim backwards another step, bringing him up against the shower wall. gently palming the younger man's cock, feeling it getting even harder and thickening even more with his touch. "So beautiful, Tim." Leroy murmurs just before he kisses him again.
Tim whimpers as the pleasure wave builds stronger and wider, nearly swallowing him whole already. "Lee…roy!"
The older man murmurs quietly in his ear. "Love hearing my name on your lips like that Sweetheart. Turn around for me?"
Without hesitation, Tim rotates himself until his hands are splayed on the shower wall, his feet moving apart on their own, even as his mind falters at this new development.
"Want you to keep your eyes on mine." Leroy purrs in his ear, his breath tickling Tim's neck. "Can you do that?"
"Leroy?" Tim questions. They've very rarely been intimate without looking into each other's eyes and feeding off each other's real emotions. Making love face to face has always been important to both of them and he's not sure what it means for them that Leroy wants to do it this way. He recalls those few nights they've taken each other out on the extreme edge that bore remarkable similarity to this, but even then, they'd found a way to see each other's eyes by using the mirror.
Then he remembers what he'd told him the night before their wedding about whatever Leroy wanted to do in the bedroom that he hadn't done before being okay with him. He remembers how very much he trusts this man to keep him, his heart and his love for him safe. With all of that passing through his thoughts on high speed, he mentally lets go of his reservations, smiling with love at the man trying to pleasure him right now and seeking his touch again.
Having felt Tim tense up before the young man obviously thought about things and let go of his hesitation, Leroy eases his husband back around to face him. With one hand on Tim's shoulder for support, his other hand reaches out to card his hair as he offers the explanation that should have been a prior discussion, aiming to quietly reassure him. "Want you to feel something new, Sweetheart. Still gonna be lookin into your eyes and you into mine. I promise. So long as we don't look away from the mirror over there."
"I'm sorry. I trust you…." Tim feels bad for letting his doubts intrude into what should have been a most intimate new experience for them together.
Leroy shakes his head as his hand moves from the young man's hair down to caress Tim's cheek alongside his ear. "Not on you. I should have talked to you about it first."
Tim kisses him into silence, accepting the apology he's just been given. His arms wrap themselves around the older man's shoulders, draping his hands down his back where they begin to caress him.
Gathering Tim closer to him, Leroy gives back, his tongue dancing with the younger man's as their cocks collide and offer more heat to the flame.
Moaning in a wave of bliss, Tim eases back from the kiss to take in some much-needed air, his eyes steadily holding Leroy's gaze as their emotions run free. He hands him back his trust by turning around once more, his hands finding the tile again, his eyes finding Leroy's in the mirror while his ass moves back in search of those hands that always bring so much pleasure, he can't get enough.
"That's it Tim." Leroy croons, pressing his body to Tim's back, running one hand over the younger man's flat stomach, reaching down to stroke the patch of hair below it and then his prize nestled in the midst of it while his other hand strokes along the outer band of the younger man's hip. "So gorgeous, Sweetheart. Gonna take care of you now."
Tim shivers at Leroy's words and his touch, anticipation stringing him almost as tight as a bow. "God, yes, Leroy!" He gasps, arching back into Leroy's touch.
His love's responsiveness is nothing short of erotic and Leroy's throat is so tight with desire, he can hardly breathe. He slips his middle finger past Tim's outer rim, sliding on into Tim's hole to prepare him, followed shortly thereafter with a second. But when Tim's whimpering makes it clear he's more than ready, Leroy spreads him open. "That's it, babe." He murmurs as he eases himself in, very nearly falling to his knees when the pleasure instantly fills him in a crashing wave. "OOH!" The rush of blood makes Leroy's head spin, so he grips Tim's hips even tighter.
Tim feels like he's going to implode right then, the sensations zinging through him like lightning strikes, leaving him beyond speechless. Arching back for more, he feels desperate for all that Leroy can give him. "Leroy!... Need! Ooh!"
Finding his voice, Leroy attempts to rein things in just enough for Tim to enjoy the ride a bit longer. "Easy Babe." He quietly says as he kisses the back of Tim's neck, continuing to stroke him, cradling him while his finger continues caressing his length, width and tip. "Look at me Sweetheart."
"Lee...roy." Tim locks eyes on him in the mirror as he gasps, groping for more hold on the shower wall as he strains to endure the sensations rippling through him, his limbs trembling with pleasure. "More! Please!"
Leroy rocks his hips and feels Tim clench around him and shiver every time his prostrate is touched. As his strokes inside Tim grow stronger and deeper, stoking the heat between them hotter and hotter, the wave rolling faster and faster, a low moan of ecstatic bliss escapes from within, filling the air between them among Tim's breathless moans. Looking down in awe, the perfect fit that is his own length disappearing inside of Tim with each push of their bodies together. Leroy smiles with pleasure and love for his husband as he shifts just a little.
"Aaah!" Tim exclaims as Leroy's change in movement sends sparks across his vision and bolts of pleasure through his body.
As Tim's cry fills the air, Leroy pushes himself in further, enthralled at the sensation of Tim's ass clenching him just right as his own cock fills the younger man so completely, it's overwhelming, it's heavenly, that tight as a glove fit, that friction, that warmth, Oh, hell, he could stay right here forever! Leroy's hands find Tim's and he gently tugs his love's upper body up upright and in to his arms even as he keeps thrusting, the new angle meaning his every thrust is now hitting Tim's sweet spot.
Nearly babbling with overwhelming pleasure racing through him without stopping, Tim can't string two words together enough to speak. "Ooh. Aaah. Mmmm. OOH!"
Leroy brings his head close to Tim's, managing to pant short words into his ear. "Look ... mirror,... so... beautiful. ."
Immediately, Tim's eyes find the mirror again, locking not only into Leroy's gaze there but also at exactly what he needs to see: the beauty of Leroy making sweet love to him, their bodies pressed close together, bathed in light from the window, Leroy's hips snapping as he thrusts into Tim's body, that gorgeous cock sliding in and out of him and that beautiful silver hair, sparkling in the light. Mesmerized, Tim can't take his eyes from the mirror, crying out in ecstasy as Leroy's next thrust showers him in even more pleasure sparkling through him like firecrackers. His body tightens around Leroy, trying to draw him even closer. "Ooh! Leroy, please… don't stop!" Tim begs.
"Can't... even if…wanted to…, Sweetheart." Leroy says breathlessly as he continues to enter and retreat, each stroke long, firm and filling into Tim's amazingly snug sheath. "Feels… so good… inside you…like this." Leroy manages to get out, the last word on a moan, already on the brink of his own orgasm.
"Ngghhh!" Tim cries out as his climax tears through him without mercy, a hot wave melting through him as his entire insides turn to liquid and explode into a million pieces, leaving him nearly boneless against the shower wall, He's not even aware that he's held in place by the bulky weight of his love, himself flying in Tim's wake, his own shattering release having blown him over alongside the younger man.
****NCIS*****
Coming back to the here and now with the shower still beading down on him and Tim pushed to the shower wall under his own weight, Leroy eases back enough to take a good look at him without letting go of him. Seeing that 'still out of it' look on Tim's face, Leroy smiles, his fingers on one hand tenderly caressing the young man's face, tucking his plastered hair behind his ear before reaching over and turning the water off. He takes some precious time to regain his regular breathing, his energy and his place holding Tim firmly against the shower wall, comforted by their naked connection, the chance to take in the beauty that is Tim and the time to regain his strength.
Even while he waits for Tim's blissed-out state to work itself through the young man's circuitry, he only has to look at him in this moment, so beautiful and serene, to want him again. He's startled to realize this insatiable hunger for the young man has come from out of nowhere and only since they've come here – to this place where new memories are needed to ease the pain from the bad ones for both of them. He's always found him attractive and always wanted him, but never quite at this insatiable level before.
Gently, he turns his love within his arms, making it easier for Tim's frame to be supported by the shower wall. Gazing into that beautiful face while Tim has yet to come back to him, Leroy feels his wanton hunger for him grow, his need for that physical reconnection even stronger now. He rests his head beside Tim, forcing himself to look away, to regroup and refocus. He has to take care of himself if he's gonna be able to give his husband the honeymoon he deserves.
The physical connection he's got going right now, his body flush up against Tim's is making it impossible to behave. His love feels too damned good. He has to have him again. Slower, this time, but touching and tasting him just the same. With one hand supporting Tim's body so that he doesn't fall over, he sends his free hand on the same trailblazing path of tender touches along the young man's arms, neck and upwards towards his ear, jawline and throat. Tantalizing, slow, grazed touches that offer a promise of more where those came from.
For both their sakes, he takes his time, in no hurry now that he's fully connected through touch. His eyes are locked onto Tim's face, waiting with a keen anticipation, for that moment that Tim comes back to him and processes the pleasure being poured on him. Leroy's hands keep moving, on down to Tim's sensitive nipples now before retracing their path back upwards to his jawline. He loves to caress Tim there because it drives the younger man wild when he does. It's one of Tim's erogenous zones. One more path back to the young man's nipples and this time he caresses his way on down to that gorgeously trim, sensitive stomach before backtracking yet again. He knows Tim absolutely loves this every time Leroy loves on him this way and he works to make sure his love wakes to pure pleasure filling him up.
Sure enough, it's not but a moment later when Tim's eyes open in surprise at finding himself no longer facing the shower wall, among other new developments. "Leroy?" The confusion doesn't last as his eyes widen in surprise once his brain registers what he's feeling. The look in those eyes quickly turns to heated pleasure.
"Hey." Leroy greets him quietly, kissing him in an invitation to play while his hands continue their ministrations.
"Oh, Leroy." Tim moans appreciatively. "That feels so good!" Tim's hands find Leroy's hair and grab hold, enjoying the silkiness of it.
With a smile, Leroy lets the path his fingers are blazing move further down on their next pass along Tim's stomach, to his semi-erect rod, cupping it and gently easing it back into life.
"Ooh." The younger man gasps in ecstatic reaction. "Leroy!" Tim moans as he's thrusting into his love's touch. "God, don't stop!
"That's it, Luv, let go." Leroy urges him softly as he steadily and patiently, with his own muscle quickly becoming interested, builds up slightly more speed and more pressure across the younger man's tip, brushing his own now as he moves so they're aligned side by side and he's holding both of them as he strokes them long and firm.
Tim's head finds the shower wall and his eyes close in bliss. "Ooh, Hmmm Oohhh!" He can't stop his body's restless moving in search of more, any more than he can hold back his moans of pleasure or begging for more. Everything feels just too damn good! "Ooh. Lee..rooy!
Leroy leans in and adds a heated kiss to the mix and finds Tim stretching as if he's just made the young man's toes curl. With a tender smile, he eases away from the kiss and sends his tongue to whirl in Tim's ear while his free hand caresses Tim's jawline one more time, his busy hand not slowing down at all, still sweetly making love to the young man's now hardened and weeping rod.
"Oohhh." Tim's low moan pours from his throat and he's beyond able to even think of stopping it or the one that comes next. " Lee...rooy" He whimpers as the unexpected wave of pleasure already consuming him begins to overtake him. His limbs are shaking and there's so much heat in the pleasure licking through him everywhere, he can barely catch his breath. "Fill me! Please! Need…."
"I've gotcha, luv." Leroy soothes as he gently turns Tim back around and moves to give Tim what he's asking for. "Gonna give you everything you need, Sweetheart." Needing no more invitation, Leroy slides back inside his love, immediately feeling Tim tighten up around him. It steals his breath away. "OOH that feels good!"
"Yeess!" Tim's response heatedly fills the air as sparks ignite his entire body from inside. "Ooh!"
Thrusting in earnest now, Leroy's own release is once again imminent. Offering a few more long, deep strokes, he verbally encourages Tim with each one. "That's it... Luv…. Ride it... With me."
"Oohhh." Tim's low moan pours from his lips as his body continues to search for the release that's just beyond reach, his head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstatic bliss, hands clenched in tension as they grip the shower wall once more.
Leroy feels Tim losing himself in the power of the hunger and fire that's taking him along as well. One more push will do it – for both of them. With a supreme effort, he harnesses his breath enough to urge Tim on, in the way he knows touches the younger man down deep every time. "Come for me Tim."
"Lee…roy" Tim's crying out Leroy's name again, his hands plastered to the shower wall in a death grip as his release tosses him out so far this time, everything goes white.
Shaking now, his own orgasm racing blindingly through him, Leroy's flung over the edge with a roar. "TIM!" as everything goes white around him and he slumps over Tim's frame, both of them now held upright by the shower wall.
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Finding himself hugging Tim to the shower wall when he is once again aware of time and place, Leroy moves to ease Tim down with him onto the bench, not letting go of his love. Tucking him into his arms, his own head moves to rest back against the shower wall as he steadies his breathing and closes his eyes for a moment. Intoxicated with pleasure, having Tim in his arms, having taken him flying off the edge a second time so soon on the heels of their first trip, Leroy can't help but smile, wrapping himself up in the bliss that's rocking his world right now
He's relieved that he thought of bringing Tim here. It's been great for both of them. And tomorrow when they go out and do some actual sight-seeing – if Tim wants - they'll find even more to enjoy together. At least, that's Leroy's hope. He'll do whatever it is Tim wants to do. Even if that means another day of this; pure love making anytime one of them feels the urge. This is their time together, their golden opportunity to do only for each other and not have to worry about anyone else. But for now, he'll rest.
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The feeling of being wrapped in Leroy's arms with the older man breathing softly on him returns Tim to the here and now, still rolled in pleasure so thick, all he can do is relish it. They've never done that before! Two rounds in one shower? Holy...! His hands find Leroy's wet hair, lovingly carding it away from the man's face, sighing wearily with contentment. He basks in the smile Leroy offers him now as the older man hugs him a little tighter and speaks what's on his heart.
"Love you, Tim." Leroy murmurs, kissing the sensitive spot above the young man's ear. "Love you so much, it scares the hell out of me sometimes."
"Me too, Leroy." Tim admits to having the same fear, for the first time in forever. Letting that admission be for a minute, he turns the topic to something important. "How'd you feel? You all right?"
Leroy nods silently, kissing Tim's temple as a reassurance that he's fine. He gently squeezes Tim's sides, settling them even closer together. Holding each other close, they let silence slide in and wrap them in its' golden aura, basking in each other's loving touch and meaningful gazes that say so much more than words.
Wrapped up in this state of bliss, Tim is content not to move, that is, until his brain reengages long enough to scream out concern for Leroy's health with sitting in this water-logged air for so long. "C'mon, Luv. Gotta get you warmed up. Can't have you getting sick." He gets to his feet and holds his hands out for Leroy to let him help him up.
"Should clean up again, first." Leroy reminds him calmly as he takes his love's hands and lets him help him to his feet.
With a frown, Tim turns the shower back on as hot as it'll go and just long enough for both of them to wash up from their frisky foray into more than the usual. He's quick to turn the water right back off and reach for the first towel, too. Urgently tugging on the older man to move, Tim eventually gets him wrapped in several towels. Only then, does he snag another towel and wrap it around his own waist once he's quickly rubbed the water from his upper body and patted his face dry. Wasting no time, he propels Leroy back to the bedroom. He eases him into sitting down on the bed and stands next to him while asking the question burning on his mind right now. "Feel okay?"
"I'm fine, Tim." Leroy responds quietly but firmly, not liking how worried the young man is. He never wants to put him through that kind of worry again.
"That's good." Tim answers calmly, refusing to make this a bigger deal than it is, for both their sakes. Still, he errors on the side of caution with his focus. Taking another towel, he moves to stand between Leroy's towel wrapped thighs and focuses on getting the older man dry, massaging the water out of his hair and repeatedly drying his neck, face, chest and shoulders in between working on his hair.
"Enough, Tim." Leroy says quietly without reaching for him. He knows Tim will listen to him. "I'm fine."
Holding the towel in his hand as he brings it down to Leroy's shoulder and stops moving, he looks his love straight in the eye. "You promise?"
Reaching up, Leroy takes hold of Tim's free hand and brings it up to his heart. "I promise, Tim."
"Good." Tim says. "Just because we lucked out and got a plane that had exceptional cabin pressure that let us have fun up there without you having any problems, doesn't mean we should have pushed it like this."
"So... no more making good use of the shower bench?" Leroy asks in mock disappointment.
"No more extended use of the shower bench." Tim amends firmly, a grin playing at the sides of his mouth. He's not willing to give up using the shower bench while they're here either, but he's not willing to put Leroy's health at risk to go a second round or even bask in the afterglow like that again, either. Definitely not okay for them to do both!
"So, what now, Boss?" Leroy jokes with what he hopes is a reassuring smile.
Tim shakes his head with a slight frown. He doesn't want that title for himself within their relationship, even in jest. While he doesn't mind actually calling the shots when it means safeguarding Leroy's health, that's the extent of it and he's loathe to change anything they already have going on, Calling Tim 'Boss' has never been part of any of that. Leroy was Boss for too many years, for that to be comfortable. Tim has hopes for what they'll do next and he offers that up as a suggestion. "Nap? I could sure use one, myself."
Leroy nods in agreement and quickly gets dressed while Tim does the same. As Tim hangs up the wet towels they've used, Leroy makes the bed, leaving them the comfortable bedspread to rest on and the king size extra thin blanket to ward off the chills. He heads to the living room area to stoke up the fire in the fireplace.
Leaving the bedroom door open, he joins Tim on the bed. Settled under the blanket together a minute later, they lie wrapped in each other's arms. The silence between them is comfortable and has almost settled completely, when it's interrupted by the younger man's verbal contentment. "Mmmm. My husband." Tim murmurs, tucking his face into the crook of Leroy's good shoulder, happy to stay right here forever.
"My husband." Leroy whispers back, pressing gentle kisses across Tim's throat and on up to his ear. "Could stay right here with you like this forever."
"Me too.…so nice!" Tim murmurs tiredly as sleep drags him under.
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Waking hungry and noticing that it's not only way past lunch but, at 14:00, equally close to dinner time, Leroy checks on Tim. Finding him still dozing, he slips out of bed in search of the groceries they'd managed to stop and get last night before driving out here. It's past time to feed them both. Goodness knows they've been working up an appetite all day! A grin lights up his face as he pads out of the bedroom, enjoying the feel of the smooth floor under his bare feet.
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In the bedroom, Tim wakes to the sound of Leroy moving about in the kitchen area, one room over. Sitting up against the headboard, the young man sighs contentedly as he takes the time to contemplate how he got here; from the utter chaos and angst he'd been drowning in this time last year, to this; quiet companionship, a comforting shoulder on which to lean and the sounding board that never criticizes, merely remains steady and secure. He can think of all these reasons he'd been convinced back in late June, that he'd finally found someone who knew how to love him. Yet, none of those are what stood out the most. Back in its' early stages, when he'd close his eyes to picture in his mind what he treasured most about their relationship, it' had been the gentle touches and the quiet words of wisdom or concern that had always been there reaching out to him. It had been the piercing gazes filled with honesty, trust and unending support that stayed with him. He'd cherished everything and had known he was loved. And since then? Even more love, marriage. How had he found all that? How had he come to deserve it all?
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Leroy grins as he hears Tim moving around. The grin fades when he doesn't hear any more movement from the next room or see his love appear in the doorway in short order. Setting the fork down, he'd been stirring the spaghetti with, he sets the pan off the fire, turns off the stove and heads into the bedroom to see what's going on. Seeing Tim siting there staring off into space, he smiles softly. God, he's so beautiful! Look at him! How the hell did I get so lucky? I've NEVER been loved like this! I feel like a teenager again! Can't get enough of him!
Feeling Leroy's eyes on him, Tim blinks and looks across the room. Seeing Leroy staring at him with that faraway look in his eye, Tim huffs a quiet laugh as he gets out of bed and pads over to him barefoot. Reaching up, he uses his index finger to card the man's hair away from his face while leaning in to gently touch his lips to the older man's. "Leroy." He murmurs. "What are you thinkin' about?"
With a start, Leroy smiles into Tim's eyes, his own hand coming up to card Tim's hair. "Wonderin' how the hell I got so lucky."
"Funny. That's what I was just wondering." Tim answers quietly. "Was asking myself how I got from the mess I was last year, to here, where I have everything I've ever dreamed of and more than I could ever dream of asking for."
Leroy draws him closer, wrapping him snugly into his arms. "Because you're you, Tim." He murmurs quietly in his ear. "Just needed me to get my head outta my ass to see you were in trouble – because you were afraid to talk to me about it.
Tim picks his head up, ready to defend Leroy but he's met with the older man's mouth meeting his, leading the slow, sensuous dance he's ready for. It's a tender connection, one of awe mixed with love, regret and forgiveness, desire and contentment. It's a kiss that says more than words can and one that wraps both of them up in the moment, as their arms enfold each other, gently supporting this soul deepening memory in the making.
Easing back to get some air, Leroy reaches out one hand to card Tim's hair before reaching for the young man's fingers, taking hold and beckoning him into the kitchen "Let's eat"
Working together in the quiet they've planted, they finish getting the spaghetti and sauce ready. Neither of them had wanted to buy anything that could spoil last night, so that's the extent of their dinner and they don't mind. It will fill them up and that's all that matters. Bottled water with bagged ice bought last night and kept in the freezer all day will nicely round things out. It's not long before they're sitting down to eat.
Enjoying their ability to eat and be silent without the need to soothe or make small talk, their smiles speak for them as they gaze into each other's eyes amidst the bites of food taken in and enjoyed. It's in this atmosphere that Tim finds inspiration to change things up a bit.
Feeling incredibly romantic, he sets his fork down and wipes his mouth with his napkin before moving his chair over next to Leroy's. Smiling as the older man's eyebrows march upwards in surprise, he eases Leroy's fork from the older man's hand and settles it into his own, dipping it back into the man's plate and bringing a wrapped forkful of dinner up to Leroy's mouth, enticing him to take it in.
Loving Tim's initiation and romantic gesture, Leroy cooperates, his eyes bright with appreciation and love as Tim continues feeding him from his own plate. His eyes sparkle with laughter and love as he's fed his entire dinner this way, the silence that surrounds them one of golden awe. Even when Tim takes a break from feeding him to offer him a sip of water, there are no words needed. In times like these, words are over rated.
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Dinner over, now that Leroy returned the favor and fed Tim from his plate and together, they've cleaned up from their meal and look outside, contemplating stepping back outside. With a hand on Leroy's chest, Tim smiles softly and leads his love to the love seat in front of the fire instead. It's chilly enough outside that inside with the fireplace doing its' job is a much better choice. Leroy returns the small smile, completely agreeing with the unspoken decision to play it safe, canceling the risk the cooler salted air might be to his breathing while his chest muscles are still trying to regain their normal strength. They've gotten plenty of work out in the last 24 hours as it is. Avoiding the risk of becoming targets for the seagulls and their less than pleasant gift giving is a pleasant bonus.
"This is nice" Tim remarks quietly as he snuggles into Leroy's good side. "Did you have any kind of plans going along with this, or are we just taking it day by day, Leroy?"
"Either or." Leroy says. "There's a stack of stuff we can look through about things to do around here. Or we can just lay around here and do …." He teases.
"And do what?" Tim takes the bait.
Leroy grins lasciviously. "Absolutely nothing "
"Mmmm. Mmmm." Tim murmurs. "Like that'd ever happen with us!" Tim plays along with false indignation but no heat.
"I dunno, Tim. Seems like an awful lot of nuthin' happened today, what with all the nappin' we got done"
""That's not all we got done, Leroy." Tim reminds him with a tender smile. "Besides, it felt like a whole lot of perfect something to me!"
"It did, didn't it?" Leroy agrees with a smile of his own as they share a tender kiss before resuming their cuddling
"Do we have to decide tonight?" Tim asks reluctantly.
"Too comfortable?" Leroy teases with a kiss to the younger man's temple.
"I could sleep here." Tim moans in tired bliss.
"Pretty sure we can get even more comfortable in the roomier bed, luv." Leroy reasons calmly. "Besides we can grab the stuff we need to read on the way – get to it whenever we want between now and tomorrow."
"Ok." Tim agrees. "Later."
Leroy chuckles. "Yeah, I don't feel much like movin' right now either."
With a sigh, Tim settles even more comfortably as the comfortable silence once again settles in, leaving them both to their thoughts.
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Monday morning finds Tim the first one awake again and this time, he lets Leroy sleep in. Easing out of bed, careful not to disturb his love, Tim scoops up the reading materials Leroy set on the bedside table last night before they'd spent hours cuddling and tenderly caressing each other's upper bodies on slow simmer as a testament to how tired they both were. Silently closing the bedroom door as far as he can without it catching, Tim heads to the thermostat, joining Leroy in being grateful that Mike upgraded, and cranks it up enough that Leroy won't catch a chill. Heading to the kitchen, he starts himself a pot of coffee and settles in at the breakfast table to go through the reading.
It's been a rough night for him, worried enough about having put so much on Leroy's physical body yesterday with all that intense love making that he's been unable to sleep well for all the tossing and turning he did about it. Yes, he absolutely loved every single minute of those repeated explosive releases they gave each other, but they really pushed it yesterday and it's not something they'll do again with that intensity or number together if Tim has anything to say about it. Leroy's health isn't worth the risk.
As a matter of fact, Tim will be perfectly content if they just stay here today. No pressure, no rush, no crowds of people, no people staring, making faces or comments about their relationship or openness, or anything close to any of that. But mostly, plenty of time to rest. Just what Leroy needs
He glances through the information anyway, as if needing something to occupy his thoughts. Wine Tasting Tours, Sea kayaking, surfing, sport fishing, gray whale watching!
Wait. Fishing? Leroy loves to fish and that's about the extent of the physical exertion, Tim wants to see him handle on this vacation, beyond their lovemaking. So, today…. rest. Tomorrow…. fishing!
He picks up the local newspaper Leroy made sure they bought when they stopped last night. The Gringo Gazette North and checks the weather. They'll be here until Saturday, March 5th. The forecasted weather for the time they'll be here looks really good - with lows in the low 50's and highs hovering between 55 and 63 degrees. In fact, it looks really good with only one day of rain expected and that's not until the 26th.
Reading further, he sees that most merchants and restaurants accept U.S. credit cards, but to avoid a block on debit or credit cards, the banks that back them should be notified ahead of time of the travel plans. Since Leroy withdrew their funds from an ATM at the airport last night, they have pesos to shop and eat with while they're here, making them one step ahead of the issue. He smiles at that realization. That will certainly make it easier to enjoy being here.
Tim picks up another brochure, this one talking about the climate here. Apparently, they're located next to the Pacific Ocean and backed by the Sierra de San Pedro and the Sierra de Juarez mountain ranges, Giving this location mild year-round temperatures. The rainy season apparently runs from November through February, during the winter has an average temperature is 55 ° F. Interestingly enough, the Summer months run from June to September and are the driest, with an average temperature of 72 ° F. Tim wishes they can come back in late September, early August. That's when, the literature he's reading says the ocean temperatures are the warmest, averaging between 77 and 86 ° F.
With a sigh of resignation at the remoteness of the possibility of coming back here that soon, Tim sets that brochure down and picks up the next one. Glancing at it, he makes a mental note to ask Leroy if he's interested in a wine tasting tour. Tim's not, so he sets that one down and picks up the one on Whale Watching.
Apparently, the gray whale's annual migration from Alaska to the lagoons of Baja California Sur pass through Todos Santos Bay, often close to shore between December and March. Reading further, Tim sees that from the third week of December through March, grey whales visit the oceans of Ensenada searching for warm waters to give birth to their whale calves. Dolphins and sea lions are also prevalent here
Information included in the brochure includes the times and days when the boats leave the sportfishing pier for the Whale-watching tours, lasting 3 hours. Checking the paper over carefully, he finds that vessels are available from several outfitters at the sportfishing pier and that the average cost of the adventure runs about $30 dollars a head.
Setting that paper down in the 'must do' pile, Time moves on to the one on Sport fishing. The first thing that catches his eye is the information about Mexican fishing licenses. Apparently, they can be purchased for the day or for the year from either the tourist office or charter companies that conduct the fishing expeditions. Speaking of expeditions, they apparently have the choice between bottom fishing and regular fishing, either type of excursion costing $70 a head.
He looks over the weather forecast again and assigns the two highest temperatures expected along with the most sun and pencils them in for the whale watching and fishing. Checking the dates now, he smiles as he sees that Monday, the 26th is expected to be nice at 63 degrees for the high and the low, along with most sunny skies and the best date overall is Friday, March 4th, with temperatures expected to be hovering at 68 degrees with full on sunshine. That's the day before they leave which will leave it as one of the best memories Leroy will be taking home with him. Speaking of memories, Tim grabs his phone and begins videoing their cozy honeymoon digs. He's happy about what he's tentatively scheduled for them, pending Leroy's approval. There's plenty of time in between the two adventures for Leroy to recharge. But it will mean a halt to getting frisky with the older man from the day of the fishing trip until they're back home and recovered from any jetlag. Tim huffs out a breath of laughter. Yeah, he can handle that.
Still taping, Tim's mind settles on the reassuring thought that they have plenty of days in between now and then for them to fill in, doing whatever else they decide they want to do together, especially making love. As far as Tim's concerned, that's at the top of his list. Actually, it's the top 8 out of 10 things he wants to do while they're here. Switching to pictures, Tim begins to document for their photo album, every room in the house and even a glimpse of each brochure he's looked through. Moving all of the paperwork off to the side, Tim sets his phone down. It's time to check on Leroy.
As he enters the bedroom once more, the sight of Leroy still peacefully sleeping puts a smile on Tim's face. Wanting him to sleep in for as long as he wants, Tim heads back out, closing the door almost completely once more. He heads to the fireplace and builds the crackling fire up so that it will keep burning for a couple of more hours more.
Returning to the bedroom, Tim looks Leroy over once again, searching for signs the man is waking up. Not seeing anything that points to the older man getting up any time soon, he's reassured. Before he's even registered the fact that he's moved at all, Tim's shucking off his clothes and climbing back into bed next to his husband, more than ready to snuggle with him once more. Everything else can wait.
Episode Tag: "Hiatus, Part II" – only where Mike actually says where he's living.
A shout out to my Facebook "NCIS Fanfiction Group Members for that reminder.
"Remember that beach in Baja we fished? Yeah. South of El Rosario. I built a little place there. No TV, no radio, no newspapers. I fish. I drink beer. Listen to old eight-track tapes. Drive to a cantina up the coast when I want company when the pickup's running. This is the first time I've been to El Norte in 10 years"
Geographically – the inlet - based on the way it looks - has to be closer to Salsipuedes. With a little creative license, I went with Ensenada.
Local weather and tourist info - genuine .
A/N:
When Leroy spoke of replacing memories - Additional Episode Tags: Anything in cannon that happened in Mexico
Hiatus I & II- Borderland - Iceman - Spider and the Fly - Outlaws and In-laws , Rule 51, Patriot Down
A/N: Hope you didn't mind the touch of A/U with the house upgrades.
Arlington National Airport -Tijuana International Airport – 2,675 miles - 5 h 6 min - arriving 7:18 PM (Tiijuana time)
Tijuana International Airport - Escenica Tijuana-Ensenada, Baja California, Mexico – Mike's house.
1 h 9 min - 53.87 miles