A/N: Bring a Fan! Bring 2! Gonna get hot up in here!

Leroy shares the 1st of his hidden fantasies for them with an unprepared Tim. How does it go? Think toy and pleasure in the same sentence.

and now...

Leroy wakens feeling completely relaxed, cocooned in warmth and love. He's actually wrapped in arms that have no sign of letting him go. Love it when you hold me like this. As that thought passes through his mind, he knows even without looking that Tim is still asleep. The room is so bright, it has to be late though. Glancing over at the night table, he reaches his hand out and back over for Tim's phone that's still sitting there and checks the time. 09:00 Wow! Can't remember the last time I slept this late. Why is Tim still asleep?

Not wanting to disturb the peacefully sleeping man just yet, he slips out from the covers and heads out to the kitchen for coffee, closing the door nearly all the way behind him. Opening up the bottled water, he sets up the coffee maker to brew and glances around him. He spies the folder of brochures he'd left on the bedside table last night, now sitting on the kitchen table, a pen and note paper with writing on it, sitting on top of it. Smiling, he takes in the signs that Tim's already been up this morning looking through their options. He likes that idea. He wants him to want to do things while they're here, instead of worrying about Leroy's health. Not only that, but this adds good context as to why the young man is sleeping so late. Obviously, he woke up too early because he had a lot on his mind and came out here to sort some of it out before allowing himself to give in to still being tired.

As his thoughts turn to Tim's obvious worry here lately, he realizes he can't fault him for it any more than he's willing to rag on him for it. And he has absolutely no intention of doing that. But, he does want Tim to be able to set it down and actually enjoy their time here. When he'd been planning this trip, Leroy had concentrated on replacing memories. He'd completely overlooked the likelihood of Tim being chronically worried about him since his recovery from being shot is still fairly recent. It's part of his own agenda now, doing what he can to alleviate that worry, while making sure they still have fun, lots of fun. After all, he didn't pack the feathers and the silk blindfold, among other things, for nothing.

As the coffee brews, Leroy's curiosity grows enough that he walks over to the paper and moves the pen off of it, so he can see what the young man's written. With a huff of affectionate laughter, he sees that Tim has cordoned his paper into a calendar of sorts, marking the days they'll be here into boxes that can be filled with their itinerary, so to speak. Looking more closely at what Tim's filled in for their two weeks so far, Leroy's not surprised at all. What he is, however, is determined to give his husband a better honeymoon than what Tim has suggested for them on this paper, mainly by somehow convincing Tim that keeping every other day he's reserved for 'rest' is not necessary.

Shaking his head in concern for Tim's need to plan this much rest for them in order to feel ok about Leroy's health, the silver haired man heads back to the coffee maker and pours himself a cup of the much-needed jolt of caffeine. Sipping it now, his mind continues to think about this. On one hand, he can't fault Tim for his cautionary plans with plenty of rest included. They are, after all in a different climate and still trying to realign themselves to the different time zone, not to mention, the necessary precautions like only using bottled water and not eating anything perishable, at least not so far. Adding their very active and nearly insatiable sex life into the mix and well, he can see where Tim has reason to be this concerned and cautious.

But, that doesn't mean they can't fix that or at least amend it. Without discussion or lecture, they'll get there, Leroy's sure of that. This old coot did NOT marry Tim to saddle him with this less than fulfilled idea of life. He knows Tim would have married him regardless of what restrictions may have come from the older man recovery from getting shot. At the same time, Tim deserves better than what he's obviously expecting. They both do. Which means, Leroy will have to be his own watchdog so that his husband won't have to be. That's as it should be anyway. He just needs to find a way to let Tim in on it. Glancing at his watch, Leroy returns to the coffee maker and refills his mug, pouring one for Tim as well.

Heading into the bedroom, he sets the mugs down on the end table on Tim's side of the bed before sitting down sideways on the bed near Tim's middle. He reaches over and trails his finger down the young man's cheek and jawline. With a smile on his face, he slowly repeats the gesture over and over again until Tim stirs under his touch. Once the young man begins to shift and move, Leroy opens his palm and begins to smooth over Tim's cheek onto his hair, his thumb trailing behind to caress his cheek by itself.

*****NCIS*****

Tim awakens to the soothing feel of his face being gently caressed. His eyes open and focus to the sight of Leroy sitting with him as he loves him through his touch. Reaching up one of his own hands, Tim sets it gently over that of his love, letting the man continue on with what he's doing. "Good morning." Tim greets him quietly.

"Glad you're awake, Sleeping Beauty." Leroy smiles as he drizzles Tim in humor.

"Must be late. What time is it?" Tim asks as he moves to sit up as Leroy drops his hand out of the way. With the headboard supporting his back and neck, Tim once again looks expectantly at the older man for the answer to his question, even as he scoops up the hand that had been administering that loving touch to him already, this time just holding it in his own like a lifeline.

"Ten." Leroy answers. "Readin' my mind again?" He teases with a playful grin.

Tim shakes his head, not awake enough to acknowledge the joke ."No. But, you never wake me up unless I'm sleeping way too long." Tim replies. Wiping a hand across his face, the young man sniffs the air. "I smell coffee."

Leroy grins as he leans over and picks Tim's mug up and hands it to him. "Special Delivery." He jokes.

"Thank you, Leroy." The younger man offers as he releases Leroy's hand and gratefully accepts the mug to take a much-needed drink. He appreciates the older man's humor more than he can say. He's just not awake enough to return it just yet. Thankfully, he knows in his heart that Leroy understands and isn't put off by Tim's seriousness right now.

Picking his own mug up now Leroy drinks from it, happy to be enjoying this relaxing morning with his husband, no interruptions like ringing phones, people knocking on their door or a schedule to keep. It's really nice.

Tim watches Leroy over the rim of his mug while he drinks. Setting the mug down in his open palm, his other hand holding tight to the handle, he smiles softly. "What are you thinking about?"

"Thinkin' I really like this no interruptions." Leroy says with a straight face.

Tim grins. "You too?"

Leroy huffs out a chuckle. "Oh, Yeah."

His frame shaking with continued quiet laughter, Tim finishes his coffee, letting Leroy do the same. Without moving, he returns his mug to his open palm and breathes out a cleansing breath. "So, what did you want to do today?"

"Rest?" Leroy questions in that tone of his that says he's figured out what Tim's been thinking and is now asking what's going through Tim's mind that got him thinking that way.

"Only if you feel the need, Leroy." Tim replies. "I just made sure I wrote it down, so we don't get carried away. I haven't made any decision. Wouldn't do that without talking to you first."

Leroy nods. He knows that. Still, he wants Tim to relax about it all and actually enjoy this trip. Maybe they can nip this here and now. "Really went all out yesterday, didn't we?" He smiles softly, enjoying the chance to think back over their intimate moments from yesterday

"Oh yeah." Tim admits with a grin. A heartbeat later the grin is gone, replaced with all seriousness. "But, we can't do that again, Leroy."

As calmly as he can, the older man tries to reassure his love that all is not as dire as he believes it to be. "Tim. I'm not gonna do anything that will undo my recovery. Didn't I promise you that already?"

Tim nods. "Yes. You did." The young man admits. "You're saying, I should stop obsessing about it and just let things happen as they do."

"You'll enjoy this time better." The older man calmly replies.

"I'm driving you crazy." Tim surmises guiltily.

Leroy shakes his head. "No. You're short-changing yourself by wrapping yourself up in this."

Tim nods. "I know. You're right. I'm just..." He sighs.

"Tell me why you're not secure in my promise." His husband requests, not hurt by this revelation as much as he is concerned about it. Tim's never doubted his promises before.

Tim frowns. He doesn't want to hurt Leroy with this, especially because it's not about not trusting the man. He tries to respond in a way that makes sense even though he's not sure he'll find the right words. "I can't really explain it, except, there's always a point where there's no turning back with us and not that I want to either, but, I just ...I guess I feel like if anything does happen because we can't stop ourselves in those moments, it'll be on me because it's my job to make sure nothing does happen."

Nervous and flustered at having to try to put this into words at the drop of a hat, Tim feels like he's sputtering and spewing out thoughts as opposed to a practiced explanation and it feels wrong. But, then - it doesn't; and he has no trouble saying what's on his mind now. "And I would say I'm being stupid, except this is your health we're talking about." He looks at Leroy with that steadfast seriousness now.

Leroy sets his mug down and gets to his feet, pulling Tim off the bed by his hand as he does. Once he has Tim upright and in his arms, he holds him snug and quietly speaks into his ear. "Not stupid. Not your job either. You gotta trust me on this Tim. I promised you, I'm not goin' anywhere and I intend to keep that promise until we're both old and grey.".

With a sigh, Tim physically sinks into his husband's embrace as he mentally soaks up Leroy's love, comfort and the promise he's being offered yet again. Away from the hustle and bustle that was work and getting ready for the wedding, as well as actually getting married, he's able to finally truly listen to his husband's words within his promise. At long last, Tim finds himself finally able to truly calm his mind and let go of the worry; well, most of it anyway. Ever since they reconciled after Leroy got the green light to be physically active without restriction again, this has been at the back of Tim's mind. The fact that he loses track of that when they get carried away in the intimate moments as they often do, only serves to further Tim's concern on the matter. Hearing Leroy urge him to set all of that down and trust the older man to carry this, eases his mind as much as it heightens his awareness of what Leroy will be having to watch out for.

As insatiable as they both are at times, it's gonna be hard. But, they can handle it. Just like they can handle the house moving task that's waiting for them at home. Tim forces himself to keep his breathing even as that reminder crashes through his mind. No worries. Whatever happens, we're in this together and together we can handle anything.

Feeling Tim relax in his arms, Leroy relishes holding him close for a few more minutes before he eases him back enough to look him in the eye. "Feel better?"

"Yeah." Tim says on an expelled breath of air as he nods shortly.

"Tim?" Leroy double checks since Tim has a penchant for downplaying his own hurts and injuries.

"Might slip here and there, but I'm good now. I promise." Tim says as he watches Leroy accept his answer with that slight nod of his. He feels the need to say more. "Leroy, thank you."

"For what?"

"For understanding my concern; my…..for knowing I wasn't actually doubting your word."

"No thanks needed Tim." His husband says calmly. "Just glad you've let it out.".

Tim nods in complete understanding. He still has to work on doing a better job of doing that. Before they can mention the current situation yet again, he changes the subject. "Have you eaten?"

"Waitin' for you." Leroy answers calmly as he follows Tim's lead in letting the serious discussion fall by the wayside in honor of moving things along. "Let's go to town - eat out."

"Dress casual?" Tim teases since that's the only style of clothing they've brought.

"Don't forget the hat and sunglasses." Leroy quips as he picks up the mugs and retreats to the kitchen while Tim gets dressed.

*******NCIS*******

Four hours later, they've returned with full stomachs, compliments of the local diner's excellent cuisine of perfectly baked fish with plenty of iced tea to wash it down with. Not willing to pass up the opportunity to make even better use of their trip into town, their arms are loaded down with groceries as well, thanks to the hour they've just spent slowly browsing the isles of the local food store where they'd ogled and talked over everything that caught their eye before making their choices. Happy as clams with how their jaunt into town went but tired, there isn't much talking going on now as they work together.

Once they've put everything away, they head to the bedroom as if silently agreeing it's time for a nap. As Tim sits on the bed to take off his shoes, Leroy surprises him by heading over to his suitcase and digging around in it. Still watching him after he's tossed his shoes off to the side of the bedside table he's near, Tim moves to slide upwards on the bed to lie down. Meanwhile, Leroy's pulling something out of his suitcase, holding it in his hands as he turns back to face Tim.

"What are you doing? Tim asks in an amused tone mixed with just a touch of wariness.

"Bring anything I want." Leroy reminds him almost offhandedly, the twinkle in his eye offsetting any ill-conceived notion that he's not playing around now.

"Oh." Tim says in that tone of his that says he remembers having said that.

"Move the rain check." Leroy reminds him of that statement out of Tim's mouth, as well.

"Ooh." Tim breathes out as he meets Leroy's eyes across the room. "I did say that. Didn't I?"

The sparks have been lit and the fire's getting hot if the darkening of their eyes and the increase in their breathing is anything to go by. There's never been a time they've made it through this part without touching each other and setting off fireworks, dressed or not. This time, they need to center everything on Tim's first experience with something new. But that doesn't mean the air isn't already sizzling from the heat of hunger, just talking about these sensual promises they'd given each other has stirred up. It's all Leroy can do to keep his hands off his gorgeous husband right now, his self-control nearly shot.

Tim feels it in the air, too. In fact, watching his husband now, as their mutual hunger for each other, already fueled by their banter having taken those first few steps onto this road, deepens with every moment this goes on. Leroy's eyes turn even darker as desire for Tim dances across his face unhidden. Tim's throat works overtime to swallow hard and he can't look away as lust crawls through his limbs, his pulse missing a beat. Just this glimpse of Leroy ready to play and Tim's body is already humming, needing the man's touch.

Leroy's steady gaze hasn't missed Tim's quickened breathing or the way he's already swallowing hard enough that it's audible. With his own blood racing and hunger for this man heating up, he watches in silent happiness, enjoying every clue Tim's physical body responds with, to the implication that full physical contact intimacy is imminent. He loves the way this happens. It's even more of a good thing now that Tim's gotten over feeling embarrassed about it. It's a pleasure to behold every time.

Tim's eyes are glued to those of his husband, taking in when Leroy's gaze travels his body from head to toe, slowly as he undresses Tim with his eyes. The younger man's heart is beating loudly in his chest now, the anticipation climbing steadily. When Leroy's gaze dropped to Tim's hands just now, Tim fought the urge to reach out and touch him. But he poured his weight into his feet, planting them firmly on the bed and fisted his hands into the bedspread as he refused to spoil the moment by rushing the man or taking it somewhere Leroy hadn't intended for this to go.

As if reading Tim's mind, Leroy's smile grows even softer and he steps closer, crooking his finger at his husband, silently requesting the younger man stand to his feet. Right now, he's fighting with himself at the restraint his plans include for himself in order to give Tim something tangibly different. Leroy gets so much joy out of making love to Tim, that he'd do it 24/7 if he could. He can think of no better time than right now to add something new and enjoyable into it, now that the man he loves has asked him to reach into his own hidden desires and bring them out into the mix.

Leroy's beckoning like this is something Tim has no problem giving in to. In fact, the young man's throat has just gone completely dry. Not sure where this intense wave of need to have contact with the man he loves right here and now is coming from, but he needs him. Needs him joining their bodies through physical touch, needs his husband inside him, filling him, claiming him, again, soaring with him again. And he needs him like NOW!

Leroy presents what he's just fished out of his suitcase to Tim. "Something I'd hoped we'd play around with at some point." He says quietly, trying to keep his tone even and free of expectations.

"We?" Tim asks almost absently as he opens the sack and withdraws something he's never expected. As he inspects the two-inch wide tapered plug, his heart thumps in his chest. He gets it. This is Leroy's unspoken fantasy, for Tim to wear this. Seeing that the man has never done anything to hurt him at all, Tim's not worried. What he is, is intrigued. But, that doesn't mean the voice inside his head isn't shouting in disbelief and wariness. After all, that thing's gotta hurt at least a little, right? Mulling it over in his mind, his hands continue to feel it, turning it over to look at it from every angle. It's silicone. That's something, at least.

Leroy patiently watches Tim think this decision over. He's not surprised that the young man's intently handling the unexpected that's just been dropped on him as he processes the idea. The fact that his love didn't outright and immediately object gives him hope that he'll actually get the opportunity to show Tim how much pleasure there is to be had with it. And watching his husband be pleasured in a new, mind-blowing way, is something Leroy is seriously looking forward to seeing. It's going to be a beautiful experience for Tim and he can't wait.

Tim looks at his husband directly, knowing the older man will be able to pick up on the sliver of unease he feels about this and what it will feel like. Still, he knows just as sure as he's breathing that Leroy won't ever hurt him and won't ever ask him to do what he's not comfortable enough to agree to without a struggle. And this man he loves with all his heart and soul has always made him feel nothing but absolute pleasure with anything new they've tried together. His answer, when it finally does come is soft, yet steady, his eyes locked on the man he loves and trusts with all his heart. "Ok."

Leroy smiles softly as he kisses his husband invitingly, sliding the plug from his hand into his own. "Let me warm it up first." Having said that, the older man leaves the room for a few minutes, only to return with a bowl of what looks like nearly steaming water. He sets the plug into the water and retrieves the lube, putting it in the water as well. Turning, he looks at Tim once more, inches away, his own gaze raking down the young man's body, from his throat to his hips to his feet, coming back up to linger on his hips, hunger and want pouring off him. He smiles softly as he watches his husband undress him in kind with his eyes before coming back to his own gaze where they always find what they need in each other without words.

Tim is nearly squirming under Leroy's gaze now, his libido once again focused on needing more of his attention that been steadily directed at him mere moments ago. His eyes rake his husband from head to toe and back again, lingering on the man's gorgeous eyes that always mesmerize him and show him so much of the man's emotions, he basks in them.

Not wanting to rush him or crowd him, Leroy stands still as he licks his lips, his eyes boring into Tim's, pure want and hunger literally stalling the breath in his chest. God, I want him so much, I can taste him! Need to touch him!

Visceral need tears through Tim's veins as the older man's gaze nearly scalds his skin, hot and hungry with his warmth burning through the space between their chests. Tim's body aches to be filled. Tim's throat goes completely dry. He needs Leroy's touch. Now! Needs Leroy inside him, filling him, claiming him, again! Where this is coming from, he doesn't know but he can't stop it. He has to taste him!

He surges towards his husband, crushing their lips together, needing to taste his luscious lips, feel them making love to his own. His body clamors for more contact even as a throbbing hum vibrates through his limbs. Behind his eyes, the picture of himself being filled with the plug is adding so much to the potency of what's climbing through him right now, it's unstoppable as his arms support his hands holding his husband's head close to his own.

Leroy moans, accepting Tim's unusual onslaught, offering him full access in return, offering him everything he has to give, even wrapping him up securely in his arms, intertwining their bodies even closer, as if knowing Tim needs more because he sure as hell does!

Tim's eyes sparkle with joy and a hunger being filled as their mouths mesh and tongues dance and duel with a voraciousness he hasn't brought to their bedroom in a very long time, even going so far as to nip his husband's lower lip, a lust filled moan coming from his throat.

Leroy wrapped around him feels like this, even still clothed as he is, so good! Inviting and warm, study and luscious with his broad chest and hungry lips.

Leroy embraces this raw hunger from Tim, giving him complete control, feeling the onslaught of Tim's insatiable kiss pouring into him, nipping his lip, a primal need to give his love absolutely everything he's asking for shooting through his veins as a moan of pure pleasure rips from his throat unstoppable. He needs this rare jaunt just as much as Tim needs to take control, push past his normal self-restraint. He needs Tim to let himself go and take whatever he needs from him.

Tim pushes his tongue into Leroy's mouth, forceful and hungry, stroking Leroy's tongue like it's his own to possess. It's an exhilarating thrill when he's rewarded instantly with his husband's cooperation, accompanied by a moan of ecstatic bliss from the older man's throat as Leroy's opening even wider for him, leaning in, completely pliant, all the while holding onto him with those strong loving arms of his. The heat within him raging even hotter now, Tim carefully walks Leroy backward, grasping his hips, pinning the older man to the wall, grinding their hips together, his cock pushing against Leroy's, separated by the older man's clothing as they are.

Pleasure thunders through Leroy's body at the feel of his husband's body plastered to his own, their lips embroiled in a voracious dance that's hotter and filled with more raw hunger than they've ever experienced together before. It's obvious the anticipation that had been written all over Tim earlier only fueled the raging hunger for his husband that their earlier banter had revved up considerably. Leroy had felt it too, knew what inspired it. Needing to breathe, the older man reluctantly pulls away, the herculean effort it takes, a surprise in itself. He makes a near fatal mistake of looking at Tim right now, the sight he beholds, so sensual and hot, it nearly drops him to his knees.

Tim's pupils are blown wide, the raw hunger and passion radiating from every pore of his body painting a picture so sexy and gorgeous, it's almost painful not to touch. The pure beauty of Tim's raw love and genuine attraction to him hits Leroy like the tide, the matching hunger and passion for him tearing through his body, sending a throbbing ache through his limbs. "Oh, Tim!"

Panting for air in short gasps himself amidst the sounds of his husband's wanton moan of his name, Tim slumps bonelessly into Leroy's arms, grateful when the man silently hugs him to his chest, arms tightening supportively without hesitation. Together, they bask in the moment, too winded and shocked to do anything more than work to catch their breaths.

Closing his eyes as he enfolds his husband into his arms, Leroy fights to remain still, to force himself to let Tim continue to charter this journey. It's obvious the young man is pulling himself back and it's not hard to figure out why, at least in part. He hopes his love won't worry about this unusual unleashing of his inner needs. He, himself is more than happy to see it, experience it and help him sort it out.

The young man has no idea where that moment of sexual aggression came from but the remnants of it are still lingering in his blood. Only the sight of Leroy working to catch his breath stills him now, forces him to rein it in, the fight to go still dredging up concern about what he's just let loose on the poor man. Before he can even begin to worry about how Leroy feels about it, he feels that loving kiss to his temple and the whisper of warm breath on his face while the quietly spoken words caress his eardrums.

"So Beautiful, Tim."

Tim pulls back enough to look his love in the eye, the silent skepticism clear in his expression.

That soft smile of his in place, Leroy cards Tim's hair as he gazes into Tim's eyes, letting him see without a shadow of a doubt that he truly means what he's saying. 'Loved it. You can let it out more often, you know. Don't have to keep it locked up"

Tim can only half laugh in relief as he nods in agreement. But then he has to ask. 'What about you?"

Leroy half shrugs, knowing exactly what Tim's asking him. "Occasionally."

"Let it out when you feel it, Leroy." Tim encourages. "I wanna feel it, experience it with you."

"You bet." Leroy promises. Kissing Tim more gently now, Leroy murmurs. "Ready to try it?"

Too keyed up, Tim honestly shakes his head, His cock is throbbing so hard it's nearly painful and his limbs are practically quivering with anticipation. Trembling with a need that had been steadily climbing for the past few minutes and needing desperately to touch Leroy, he reaches down and unzips the pants that are the barrier between them, reaching in to wrap his slender fingers around his prize as he gazes lovingly into Leroy's eyes, those oceans of blue now darkened with desire. "This is what I need, Leroy." He murmurs softly, his own green eyes a picture of hunger and desire.

His breathing now harsh and ragged as Tim's boldness infuses him with a flash of lust so deep and strong, he almost can't confine it under the reins of his self-control, Leroy groans in raw need. The thrumming tension in his body is mounting as his husband slowly caresses his nearly rock-hard cock, from base to tip and back again, touching his golden inch and his sensitive balls on the next stroke. It's almost too much. "Tiimm!" The deep moan is wrenched from his throat as he feels himself climbing fast towards a powerful release.

Tim drops to his knees and frees his prize, swallowing it completely in one fast motion, with perfect suction, warmth and wetness.

"TIM!" Leroy shouts as a wave of intense pleasure surges through him so intense, he can barely catch his breath. His limbs are trembling as his balls crawl up next to his body, so hard already he's almost in pain.

Tim's slender fingers tenderly caress his husband's miracle inch and round globes alternately, never once wavering in their attention to what he knows is giving his love as much pleasure along his journey as possible. Looking up at the man he loves with his whole heart, Tim suctions him harder, holding onto him, watching with complete satisfaction as the man soars out into space with Tim's name shouted in ecstasy.

"TIIIIMMM!" Leroy's knees have gone weak as he's caught up in his release so strong, he knows nothing more.

******NCIS******

Being held by his husband who's just given him one of the best climaxes of his life is beyond anything Leroy can put into words. Once again aware, he finds himself looking into those green eyes that always show him how much he's loved and adored. But, as he recalls, those same green eyes showed him just a few moments ago, that his husband was more than ready to be treated to the same release.

Tim says nothing as he holds Leroy while the man regains his equilibrium, waiting for him to make the next move as he chooses. He's not entirely surprised, a moment later, to feel himself being tugged over to the bed and brought to a standstill between Leroy's thighs. Putting his hands on the man's shoulder for support, he smiles tenderly at his love while he waits to see what he has in store for him.

"So good to me, Tim." Leroy says in awe as his eyes offer him everything and his hands begin cradling and stroking his still hard and now leaking cock. "Can't have you neglected." Having said that, he leans in and engulfs Tim whole, his hands moving to grip the young man's hips for support.

Pleasure ripples through Tim's body from the souls of his feet all the way up his spine so intense, all Tim can do is let his head fall back on his neck, his eyes closed in bliss as a moan rips from his throat. "Oh God! Lee…roy!"

In response, Leroy's hands on Tim's hips flatten into palms with fingers that begin to massage as the hands move to hold the young man's round globes he loves to hold.

The change in touch and the intensity heightens what Tim's feeling now and all he can do is ride it out, all thought processes gone. He doesn't even register that the keening he hears now is coming from his own lips as he moves with the strokes of Leroy's mouth on him, needing more.

Realizing Tim needs more of what he's being given, Leroy reaches one finger further down the young man's ass and breaches his hole, tenderly massaging the nerves there.

Tim's gone with a shout, his climax ripping through him without mercy, his body trembling from its' intensity even as he becomes boneless, falling into Leroy's arms, safe, loved and cherished

******NCIS******

His heart nearly bursting with love for the man he's holding close right now, Leroy smiles softly at him as he comes back to him, silent and pensive.

Tim smiles back, his hands coming up to card Leroy's hair. No words are needed, even if the journey they just sent each other on was different than anything they've done before. Both have always been open to new and different, so long as it was mutual and pleasurable.

Leroy doesn't let go. In fact, now that Tim's back with him, he lays back against the headboard of the bed with him still tucked up in his arms, cherishing this time, this most intimate of moments with him. He lays his head down on top of Tim's just enough that the gesture is unmistakable without being heavy.

Tim can't help but smile, his heart so full of love, joy and peace and contentment, he can't even think of moving…or even speaking. This moment is precious all by itself. It's a moment that leads to one of the most cherished naps either of them has had in a long time as together, they fall under the spell of sleep that finds them ready for it.

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Tim knows he's the first one awake, but he refuses to move from Leroy's arms. Even in sleep, the older man's loving protection warms his soul and makes his heart sing. He'll take every single second of being held like this that he can get. It's not like it's a struggle to get them, though. All he ever has to do is ask. Hell, he doesn't even really have to do that. Every time he steps up into Leroy's space, the man's more than ready to enfold him into his embrace. It's something Tim cherishes deeply about their relationship. Still, he holds every single one of those moments dear.

"Okay?" As he cards Tim hair, Leroy asks him, noting the tension radiating off his husband.

Tim nods, his eyes locked on the older man's, even while leaning into his touch. His inner voice is still wreaking havoc on his sense of calm about this new adventure and he's trying to ignore it. He wants this. He really does. It's just…..

"Don't have to do this, Tim." The older man inadvertently interrupts Tim's thoughts as he reminds him seriously. "Don't want you doing this if you're uncomfortable with it – you know that."

No. I wanna do this." Tim sighs. "Just nervous, Leroy. You know I'm a baby about pain."

"I'm not gonna let it hurt." Leroy vows. "Wouldn't have asked you to try it if I couldn't make sure of that."

"I know." Tim says seriously. "Just worryin' about nothing, I guess."

"Nuthin' wrong with first time nerves. But you're gonna love it, Sweetheart." Leroy vows as he looks into Tim's eyes, his hands reaching out to card that gorgeous hair he loves to play in.

Tim nods as he takes his hand. He believes him. There's absolutely no reason not to.

Leroy shifts around on the bed, so he can help make Tim comfortable on the pillows as they're stacked as Tim likes. He leans forward, pulling Tim back to him, their lips once again connecting, allowing their tongues to dance while their arms hold each other. Easing back from the kiss, Leroy uses his thumb to blaze a trail down Tim's jaw as he lets his gesture and the look in his eye speak of how much he loves the younger man.

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Tim nods. Smiling softly at him, Tim returns the gesture, his own words of love stuck on the tip of his tongue. He leans in for another kiss, his arms going around Leroy's neck to hold him close.

Keeping this kiss gentle, Leroy slowly withdraws from it to blaze a trail of kisses down Tim's throat and further, touching on his nipples and his belly button. He raises his head back up and let's Tim see him pick up the plug from where he'd let it fall next to him on the bed, wrapping his free hand around the sleek silicone to warm it back up. His eyes lock on Tim's while he warms it up, Leroy doesn't let the soft smile move off his face. He wants Tim reassured and feeling loved without question.

Anticipation crawling up his spine, Tim shifts his legs, the space between them growing as if wanting to move things along already. If Leroy's enthusiasm for this is anything to go by, this new adventure is gonna be one hell of an experience.

Leroy situates himself between the young man's knees, lifting the right one up onto his shoulder, caressing his way up and down the leg as he as he moves it. He sets his free hand to doing the same thing to Tim's groin, finding and massaging those golden globes and that hardened, muscle just waiting for his attention.

"Mmmm. So nice, Leroy." Tim murmurs as he shifts for more.

The older man grabs the little bottle of lube and flicks open the lid. After squirting a liberal amount onto the first two fingers of his right hand he snaps the lid closed again and sets the bottle back in the bowl of water. Waiting until Tim gives his okay through a nod, his husband works his fingertips in circles, pressing gently until one slips into Tim smoothly.

Tim groans pleasurably since he's more than used to being loved on like this with all the stretching of him they've worked on in the last six months and with the countless times he and Leroy have made love, journeying out onto this edge of sorts, albeit, never in this exact direction before.

Leroy smiles softly and works his ministrations up to his second and then third finger in beside the first with almost no resistance. He knows this is the part Tim will love.

'Mmm…. feels so good, Leroy'." Tim moans. "I'm ready." This is a piece of cake. In fact, it feels just as pleasurable, to the point his hips are already lifting off the bed slightly in search for more.

"You are, aren't you?' Leroy admits sensuously, his voice low and gravelly the way Tim likes. His own cock is achingly hard in his pants and he can plainly see that Tim's is rising to match, but he knows if he continues this foreplay any longer they'll end up getting each other off and the entire adventure will lose focus, the plug being forgotten. Leroy reluctantly slides both fingers out of his husband and reaches for the plug. He takes another minute to roll the smooth material between his palms to warm up it up a little more.

The young man eyes the freshly warmed plug in Leroy's hands warily. Finding his husband's eyes again, he also finds what he needs – love, safety, strength and promise. Finally, Tim nods, takes a deep breath, and as he slowly lets it out, he allows his body to relax, his left leg moving out of the way.

"That' it." Leroy murmurs, his face full of anticipation at the pleasure this will ultimately provide for Tim.

Tim's breath hitches line when the older man reaches between his legs with the plug.

Hearing his husband's breathing change, Leroy leans down to kiss the center of the younger man's chest and whispers, "That's it, Luv. Stay relaxed." He places the tip of the toy against Tim's loosened hole, settling it there so the young man can get used to the feel of it.

Since Leroy made sure the stuff was as warm as he could get it, Tim says nothing as the gel comes into contact with the sensitive skin of his ass.

After a moment, Leroy gently runs the tip of it over the wrinkled skin and again watches it contract, fluttering at the light contact, the tip of the toy leaving a shining trail of lube in its wake. He meets Tim's eyes again and tries to ask in a steady voice, "You ready?"

The younger man nods, his voice stuck in his throat.

"Tim?" Leroy's not satisfied that his love is truly okay with this. He needs to hear the words, see the truth in Tim's eyes. He'll never do anything to him this man he loves with all his heart doesn't want. "Need you to tell me."

Tim clears his throat. "Yes. Leroy. I'm ready. With you, always. Love."

His husband's intrinsic trust in him is overwhelming. Swallowing hard around the lump in his throat, Leroy smiles tenderly at the younger man and returns his attention to what he's about to do, not wanting any hint of pain to come from this experience for his love. He presses the narrow tip of the plug to the center of Tim's hole until it opens up around the silicone and accepts it more eagerly than the older man had had anticipated, swallowing it up greedily until the base sits snug between Tim's cheeks. Leroy can't help but smile at that positive happenstance.

Tim squirms a little as the toy settles into place.

"Okay?" Leroy calms his tone as he checks to see how it's feeling for Tim.

"Yeah" Tim answers calmly, although he's a little unsettled at the unfamiliar object inside him, just sitting there. He knows that's temporary, so he doesn't mention it.

There's something about the sight of it there, an almost inviting looking handle fitted in such a private place. To Leroy's eyes it's an invitation he can't ignore. He can't help the way he stares, shamelessly captivated. "So sexy," he breathes, not even realizing he's spoken until the words are out, the sound dissipating in the air between them.

Feeling warmed at his husband's praise, Tim moves his hips experimentally, gauging the feel of the toy inside him. He knows he makes for an admittedly ridiculous sight but being that this is Leroy's wish and the man's just said otherwise, he doesn't feel embarrassed at all. Glancing at his love now, Tim can't help but smile. It seems Leroy is too paralyzed with arousal to notice anything beyond Tim's ass anyway, his eyes following the movement of the plug where it protrudes from Tim's bottom with an intensity he couldn't possibly have predicted. In order to better test what will happen, as well as give Leroy something more to enjoy seeing, Tim moves his hips again, his breath catching in his throat as electric charge like jolts of intense pleasure zing though his ass with every move he makes. It's a tad bit overwhelming and finally, he admits as much "I don't know about this,"

Refocused now with Tim's words, the older man studies his husband's expression, successfully thwarting his rod's desperation. Leroy knows what's going on. Tim hasn't figured out how intense this will feel just yet. He thinks back to the first time he'd felt Tim inside him. The stretch and pull of the muscles in his ass was unlike anything he'd felt before and he wants that for Tim again. "Relax, Tim" He urges his love.

Tim looks over at him with an unreadable expression. He doesn't know what to do in this moment. He's so turned on, he could ravage Leroy to within an inch of his life right now, but at the same time, he's wanting to see what more this thing will do to his senses, nearly bursting with pleasure as it hits on every nerve he has there, it seems already.

Leroy's own cock gives a hard throb and he barely manages to hold back a moan as he glances down and notices Tim's rod is a little thicker than when they started, too. So beautiful! Right now, he's thankful he had the foresight to keep his clothes on because had he been without them in this moment, he's so completely turned on that this would have dissolved into one hell of an all-out pounding into Tim's warm, tight distract himself he grabs a tissue and wipes the left-over lube off of his fingers then stands up.

When Leroy reaches a hand down to him, silently helping him up off the bed and to his feet, the older man smiles knowingly as Tim's breath catches on another gasp of surprise at the pleasure that jolts through him when he moves. Tim's breath comes in a series of gasps now as the plug tugs on his nerve endings just right. Wanting to see how his husband's feeling about this new foray into their play, Tim trains his eyes on the man's face.

Leroy smiles encouragingly at Tim, touched and pleased that he's checking in. He plants a soft kiss on his husband's lips then takes his hand again. "Okay?"

Tim manages a grin. "Yeah." A moment later as the young man begins walking around the room, the expression on his face grows serious. "I'm okay…. if you want me to come every ten minutes. Ooh- ah!" He grabs hold of the bed post in front of him, his fingers gripping it tightly enough they're nearly translucent as he fights to stave off the imminent rush of release that's building up within him. God, it's like I'm that easily set off kid again! Wow, this is intense – and so quick!

"Feels that good?" Leroy checks, not wanting Tim to be feeling any discomfort at all.

"God, Leroy! I can't go anywhere with this!" Tim's ass clenches around the plug, the desire for more touch nearly wringing a moan of want from his throat, even as the intensity nearly overwhelms him.

"I dunno Tim. You're lookin damn sexy right now." The older man teases.

Tim turns to face his love, shocked that the man would joke at a time like this. The movement affects his entire body, sending even more sparks through his ass, lighting the fuse of want even further. "Oooh!"

Both the intensified moan and the motion of Tim's hips grab Leroy's attention. He comes to stand behind him just off to the side enough to see look at him with the reassurance he needs. Mesmerized by the expression of unbridled pleasure he sees settling on Tim's face. Leroy reaches out and runs his fingers down Tim's spine. "Relax, Sweetheart."

Tim raises an eyebrow at Leroy as the older man's fingers wander lower, finding their way to the base of the plug, his fingers curling around the soft, artificial handle and pulling gently. "How's that feel?" He murmurs in Tim's ear.

Tim gasps even louder, tensing and giving him a confused look.

Leroy releases the plug and it immediately gets drawn back into Tim's body. He almost misses the next hitch in Tim's breathing when the toy settles in place. The older man starts to repeat a pattern of tug and release until Tim is biting his bottom lip and panting. Leroy nuzzles his face into the short hair on the back of Tim's head, kissing his neck.

Tim whimpers, "Leroy, what are you doing?"

"I can't help that you look so sexy like this. Trust me, if you could see what I'm seeing you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself either," Leroy nearly growls. He shifts his weight, pressing the stiff line of his cock through his jeans into the curve of Tim's left ass cheek, and reaches around with his free hand to skate his fingertips o his husband's neglected, yet already hardened cock.

Tim is gripping the bedpost with both hands. His whole body trembles when Leroy slips his hand around to stroke his cock at the same time as tugging on the plug again. His knees threaten to buckle as the toy presses against his prostate, a long, low moan of pleasure filling the air between them as Tim loses control of his filtering ability.

Leroy kisses Tim's jawline, his hands still working Tim's swollen rod while easing his touch on the plug onto one of a simple gentle tap. "That's it, luv, just feel. Don't fight it." He encourages quietly.

His husband's encouragement alongside his loving touch and ministrations to those fired up nerve endings all have Tim nearly spun out to the edge. Only his iron grip on the bedpost is keeping him from going over.

Watching Tim work his way through whatever the plug is doing to his body's ability to harness pleasure, Leroy nearly moans in need himself. Suddenly, Tim surprises him and takes a step back and looks Leroy up and down slowly, biting his lower lip and spreading his legs a little bit wider.

Hating seeing that look of uncertainty on Tim's face for even a minute, Leroy is quick to step up and be there for him. "Lemme help, Babe." He manages to murmur, his arms reaching for Tim now.

Shyly, unused to needing intimate help now Tim nods, his eyes beseeching Leroy silently.

"Together always Tim." Leroy murmurs as he reaches down to cradle Tim's cock, gently soothing its need for touch. 'Stay relaxed, Sweetheart" With his head next to Tim's as the young man struggles to figure where he can go with the raw hunger amped up within him, Leroy continues to soothe Tim's skyrocketing adrenaline and lust the plug's playing on his nerve endings has brought about. 'That's it. Take what you need from me Beautiful."

The confirmation, love and safety that is Leroy right where he needs him right now, giving him the security and freedom to speak genuinely as the plug is finally not moving and his ass is given a moment's peace. "Not sure?"

Hearing the genuine need for his support, the older man's heart beats an extra beat as he kisses Tim intimately in a kiss that's soul-searchingly tender, his hands cradling Tim's head as if it were life itself. Easing back to breathe, he cards Tim's hair with that tender smile while speaking quietly in his ear. "I've gotcha, Sweetheart. Let's getcha off your feet for a minute. "

Tim's enthralled in the moment, basking in the love he's being wrapped in, as Leroy takes his hand and leads him back to the bed, settling him into his arms, he rolls slightly until the younger man is resting on his side facing him as Leroy settles next to him in the same way. The older man's trailing a finger down his jawline now and Tim realizes he feels Leroy's love in every touch, sees it in his eyes that haven't once looked away from his own. It's enough to take his breath away.

"Breathe free, Tim." Leroy urges him quietly.

Tim nods as he takes a breath and slowly lets it back out.

"Ready for a little more with it?"

Feeling somewhat calmer, Tim nods. Sure, he can do this.

Leroy reaches over Tim's middle and tugs gently on the plug once more, his eyes watching his husband's face while his free hand moves to cradle his cock once more, his fingers moving to caress everywhere they can reach without moving his hand. "How's that feel?"

"OOH!" Tim moans in electrified bliss. "Again, Leroy!"

Shifting slightly, Leroy holds himself up with one arm on the bed as he uses the other hand to find the plug between Tim's now parted legs again, now tracing the rim of it peeking out from where it's buried in the soft skin between his crease. This time, he flattens his palm against the toy's base and pushes, bearing down on it with a firm, steady pressure.

Tim nearly spasms abruptly like he's been shocked, his hips jerking of their own volition. The sudden motion even moves Leroy. The younger man stares up at Leroy in shock.

"What?" The way Tim has gone just a little slack-jawed... he's rarely seen that expression on him before. "That feel good?"

"Yeah!" Tim says, dazed.

Leroy grins happily at this discovery. It's a new path for them and one they're both obviously willing to travel. In fact, this calls for a repeat. Leroy uses his hand and fingers to create a tight ring around Tim's cock for him to find the friction he needs while Tim does the same for him, albeit with divided attention,

Tim's a low moaning puddle of goo now, the sensations ripping through him, too intense to even think about, except to chase after them, his hips rocking to find that perfect connection again.

Leroy enjoys every moment of this new play, feeling it when Tim, rocking his hips just so in an effort to recapture that unique pleasure achieved only by striking his prostate, finds his spot a few more times, each time his lips falling open and a high, quiet sound escaping him that goes straight to Leroy's cock, a pulse of pleasure with every movement of Tim's hips. The sight of Tim's hands fisting into the bedding and his feet going tight, straining for support as he thrusts his hips helplessly chasing that oh so needed spark, of letting himself go, embracing his passions, positively electrifies Leroy.

Tim's so close to flying off that edge, he can feel it, has to have it. He's not even aware of his continuous moans of pure pleasure coming from his lips or his body's relentless writhing and rocking for more of it. All he knows is that it's right...there…. if he could just…. reach it…..!

Watching Tim' now, knowing he's getting so much pleasure out of this new intimate adventure and that he felt secure and loved enough to agree to it, fills Leroy with such a sense of empowerment alongside the rush of heat and lust that's already been firing him up, it's enough to send him over the edge, painting Tim's lean upper body with streaks of white. A moment later, he pulls enough brain cells together to keep one hand still toying with the plug while he ducks down to lick a long, wet stripe along the length of Tim's cock.

"LEE...ROOOY!" Without any warning at all, Tim comes explosively, his guttural moan so erotic and filled with sexual gratification that Leroy's skin prickles all up and down his back, neck, and arms in a kind of savory, post-arousal pleasure. Gathering the young man close, he holds him snugly intertwined within his own limbs as they ride out the after-glow together.

When he looks back at this moment later, Leroy Jethro Gibbs will feel such joy at having given the man he loves this much new pleasure, a new experience he will enjoy exploring even more, that he'll feel like he's actually done his husband proud. And he'll be right.