Odessey's Stories
1. From Out of Nowhere
2. A Wedding Present Like No Other
3. Dearly Beloved
4. A New Chapter Begins

A shoutout to - white collar black wolf- for the request for the list

Tues - 2/22 – 9 AM

Leroy awakens to the quiet surrounding him. It feels like he's slept for years, his head is thick like it's full of wool, on the verge of bringing him a full blown headache. Feeling the coldness of the bed where Tim's warmth normally fills it, Leroy wakes up more fully, sitting up as quickly as his sluggishness allows, his back finding the headboard so fast, it almost sounds like a bang when he connects with it. Thankful that the room is not drowning in sunlight, he closes his eyes to gain some time in which to lose some of the fogginess in his brain. As the clarity begins to return, the questions come. Where is his beloved? Is he worrying himself about Leroy's health again? What has he been thinking about while awake without Leroy keeping him company? What time is it anyway?

As if on cue, Tim walks into the bedroom, his eyes laser focused on his husband, even from across the room. "Good morning, Rip." He teases, still hanging on to that literary nickname he'd been showering the older man with since they've been on their honeymoon. Surprisingly enough, for once, Tim doesn't have a cup of coffee with him.

Seeming to ignore that for the moment, Leroy gets to his feet, reaching out for his beloved who has come all the way to the bed by now. Enveloping the younger man into his arms, silently as if needing the quiet bonding moment, he murmurs in his husband's ear as he pulls him closer, holding him there. "Mornin'"

"Mmmm." Tim murmurs back. "Love being in your arms, Leroy."

"Not as much as I love having you in them, Tim." Leroy gives back, his tone still quiet.

"Are you okay?" The young man immediately asks as he raises his head to look at his beloved, knowing his husband is sounding extra quiet this morning. Sure, the man slept extra late this morning, but he's not sounding like himself either.

Leroy quietly reassures him with that 'for Tim only' smile. "Never better."

"Okay." Tim breathes out in relief. Leroy would never lie to him. What's more, he would never expound on his answer this way if he didn't truly mean what he said. Reassured, Tim relishes the moment for what it is, all the way to his soul. This is another one for that memory book of his.

The moment lingers, neither of them moving to dispel it or the soothing balm that it is to both of their souls. Endless moments later, Leroy sighs audibly as he begins to withdraw from the embrace, slowly sliding his hands back up Tim's arms until, when he stops moving, his beloved now tucked under him in his one-armed hug across the shoulders. "Love you." He murmurs, unwilling to raise his voice above the tender quiet they've brought into this morning's beginning with each other.

His vision blurring, Tim can only hug him back a little tighter, always unwilling to overshadow his beloved's expressions of love with his own. Leroy has always verbally reminded Tim that the younger man's feelings are no secret to his husband, that he's always feeling it in everything Tim does and says. There's no need for Tim's words in this moment.

The older man nods silently, that token motion his own acceptance of what he knows is Tim's awe mixed with mutual love and tenderness so overwhelming, the younger man can't bring himself to say anything that will take away from what he, himself has just expressed to Tim.

Closing his eyes in the overwhelming emotional wave they've found themselves on, Tim curls himself back into the stronger side of his husband's fairly recently recovered chest, unwilling to move out of the moment. "Can we just stay here until it's time to go home?" He asks quietly.

"Uh-uh." Leroy snickers. "I need to be wrapped up inside you more than this." Reaching down just enough to caress that beloved jaw line with his lips, kiss those beloved lips, gently push to be let into that beloved mouth, Leroy lets his hands cradle his husband's face, holding it steady and protected.

Tim moans into his beloved's kiss, his own arms going up around the older man's shoulders, tugging him even closer. Yeah, he needed this, too. In fact, this emotion packed simmering is just what he needs, kept on percolate with the occasional kiss his husband is offering him.

What seems like hours later, they mutually withdraw from the kiss, both panting for air as their arms linger around each other's necks. "I need a shower." Tim murmurs. "Wanna join me?"

Surprisingly enough, Leroy shakes his head. "Not this time."

Completely shocked at the rare response, Tim freezes, his concerned gaze locked onto his husband's face.

With a tender smile meant to ease his beloved's concern or even possible hurt unintentionally inflicted, Leroy offers his explanation, in his usual short style. "Need coffee"

Nodding in genuine relief, Tim turns and heads out of the room, chasing the shower he's craving. Yeah, he needs some of that too, despite having been up for hours already. Reaching up behind his head, he head-slaps himself for not bringing the always needed morning starter in to his husband himself. What the hell had he been thinking?

Feeling better now as he watches Tim head to the shower, Leroy sets his attention to making quick work of stripping the bed, leaving the comforter covering the bed in the event they want a nap there later, when he's done. After taking the bedding to the washer and loading it into the machine, he heads to the kitchen he deposits their mugs from yesterday in the sink, making sure to pour some hot water from the pan on the stove into the cups instead of just leaving them completely unwashed.

Having done that, he begins the multi-step process of making them fresh coffee. They both needed some. As the water begins to percolate into the beloved drink, Leroy leans back against the counter, his thoughts meandering back over what had just happened in the bedroom between himself and Tim. What a wakeup that had been!

By the time Leroy heads back to the bedroom, two cups of coffee later, Tim's out of the shower and just now returning, already working on drying his hair with a towel as he walks. Even with the other towel wrapped around his waist, Leroy mentally notes his husband is still gorgeous and every time he sees him like this, the older man marvels anew at how damn lucky he is to have this man in his life as his husband and with him forever. It bowls him over and he hopes and prays that he never stops feeling this much about him. He also hopes that he never stops fulfilling his wedding vows to this beautiful man so willing to trust him so deeply and always without question.

"Enjoy your coffee?" Tim asks with genuine interest as his peripheral vision, notices Leroy standing in the doorway. When he gets no response, Tim looks over at his love. Seeing the rapt expression on Leroy's face as the man's eyes remain glued to him, the younger man tosses the towel he's been drying his hair with over onto the spare chair in the corner and walks up to his husband, more than ready to love on him some more. Still wrapped in a towel himself or not, speaking into this moment comes first. "Leroy." Tim murmurs as he reaches out to trail a fingertip down the older man's jawline. "You're so beautiful. Do you know that?"

Leroy smiles that soft smile as he shakes his head a little before looking at Tim once more. "No. But you sure are.' He says quietly, his own hands coming up to cradle Tim's face as he leans in to kiss him ever so tenderly and invitingly. "Beautiful."

Loving it when his husband is in this expressive mood, Tim just as tenderly returns the kiss, his own hands holding onto Leroy's hips for support, letting the older man have the reins on this sensual journey they're embarking on together.

Slowly withdrawing from the kiss, Leroy smiles at Tim, quietly asking him the question that's been playing at the back of his mind since he woke up this morning. "Ready for something new?"

"With you, Leroy? Always." Tim answers in the same tone and without hesitation.

"Ok." Leroy manages around the lump in his throat. It never ceases to touch his soul; how much Tim trusts him; how willingly the young man lays himself open for him. Leroy heads to his suitcase and takes out the smallest surprise he brought with him. Turning back to Tim, he finds his love watching him from right where he'd left him, those green eyes shining with expectation and hunger, obviously knowing more intimate time is imminent. Chuckling, the older man walks over to Tim and holds out what will be a new experience of sorts for his husband,

"A blindfold." Tim says as if it's nothing new. Technically, they've both on occasion, closed their eyes on request while their love made love to them and Tim blindfolded Leroy just a week before their wedding, so this isn't feeling' new to Tim.

Leroy knows what Tim is thinking, recalling himself, how just a week before they got married, Tim had asked him to accept being blindfolded while Tim made love to him - and how beautiful the experience had been, hence the soft smile that's gracing his face at the moment as he watches Tim react. He knows that the younger man has no idea how different actually being the one wearing it will feel on that deeper level, to be relying on your other senses all the while feeling everything more intensely – for the entire journey.

Tim's watching Leroy, feeling in his gut that this time will be different than all those times he's just closed his eyes when he'd been asked to. Leroy wouldn't have made the effort to bring the actual blindfold if that weren't true. And he certainly would NOT be smiling like that. Still, Tim can smile in anticipation – and trust. He's looking forward to it.

Unfolding the newest addition to their private life, Leroy inwardly laughs. Oh this is gonna be so much fun! He makes sure the black satin blindfold is on snug and is only covering Tim's eyes. Now takes the time to check with Tim to be sure it's not too tight. "How's that?"

"Just right." The younger man responds, knowing exactly what his husband is checking on.

Leroy returns his hands to Tim's face, cradling it once more as he leans in for yet another kiss, this one just as tender yet shorter than the first. As he eases away from it this time, he has something he wants Tim to hear. "Want you to relax and feel...everything." He murmurs, his breath a whisper across the young man's cheek. "Let yourself go."

As the love within the words touch his soul, Tim feels his husband's hands find his own, squeezing them affectionately before setting both their sets of hands on the shorter set of shoulders, carefully withdrawing his own from underneath Tim's, they quickly find the younger man's waist, holding the towel wrapped there securely in place. Tim notices that his husband remains silent, knowing that Tim gets that his husband is waiting to see what Tim will do next since the older man has just literally handed the reins of their journey to Tim. Feeling exhilarated by this new adventure in their intimacy, the younger man immediately uses his hands to tenderly work their way up towards finding Leroy's jaw, accidentally touching those soft lips with his fingers as he does.

Leroy can't wipe the smile off his face as Tim's fingers, while searching, find his mouth and stop moving as if stuck in place Taking the opportunity for what it is, he opens his mouth and gently sucks on his love's digits, earning himself, a gasp of pleasure from the young man. Oh, how he'd love to kiss him again! But this is Tim's lead now. He gave it to him and won't take it back until it's handed back. Tim always does that at some point, hands back the reins of their pleasure filled journeys. Unless one of them clearly lets it be known at any given moment that they want to be taking care of the other for the night, it's always a shared excursion and for that, Leroy loves the man all the more.

When Leroy unexpectedly sucks on his fingers, taking each one in turn and literally dragging his mouth along its' entirety, literally pulling at his core, Tim's heart warms and his inner heat rises by ten degrees. Oh God, that's so intimate! Oh, Leroy! Once the mental sound of his own surprise and jolt of pleasure has passed and each digit has been intimately taken in and released, Tim silently continues on his intended search, his now wet fingers finally finding Leroy's jawline and gently holding it while he leans up to kiss it tenderly and with promise and love. Withdrawing from his first prize, he carries on with his journey, now taking his kisses on a trail up the man's jawline and back down to his mouth. Engaging his beloved in yet another tender kiss, his fingers withdraw from there and move down to the man's shirt buttons.

Withdrawing from the kiss to maintain his breathing, Leroy tightens his hold on Tim's hips, just above the towel, deliberately not moving his fingers. He is serious about letting Tim do things his way from here. Breathing in deeply, the smell of a fresh, clean Tim is nearly intoxicating. The young man's coconut shampoo and mild aftershave fill his senses, just about wrecking his self -control. He's lost the ability to remain silent as his whispered sense of awe, love and admiration slip into the air between them." Oh, Tim!"

Tim smiles as he takes in the sound of Leroy breathing deeply just before the older man lets his emotion packed verbal caress out into the open. He revels in both, loving and appreciating them completely. Knowing what that deep breathing means and not wanting this to spiral out of control for either of them or off the chosen path they've set this on, he continues on with what he's doing, his fingers having already loosened the first three buttons of Leroy's shirt without any trouble at all.

Leroy works to get his breathing back under control, his hands steadfastly holding steady right where they are as they fight to remain out of Tim's way. He's loving every tender moment of this. Even in the sizzling silence, the anticipation of where his beloved will take this, is seriously keeping him lit up like a firecracker.

Silently working the last several buttons loose, Tim sends his fingers trailing up the man's chest until they find his collar and slowly peel the shirt off his shoulders, letting it simply drop to the floor once it's cleared the man's body. Tenderly, he leans in to kiss the man at his throat, suckling the junction at his neck and shoulder before moving again

He has to taste his husband again. Leroy rewards Tim's accomplishment with another short, tender kiss, his hands not straying from the young man's hips where the towel still remains wrapped around him. As a bonus, he kisses the beautiful jawline in front of him before he withdraws from the connection this time. He knows how much Tim loves being kissed there.

Savoring every kiss and every move Leroy makes, Tim smiles while his hands return to the man's chest, this time moving downwards until they find the hem of the ever-present t-shirt. Gripping it enough to lift it up off his love's torso, he slowly and sensuously slides it up off the already raised arms, tenderly trailing his fingertips along his beloved's skin in the shirt's wake, that is until Leroy drops it off his arms to the floor for them.

Leroy is surprised when this time, for something accomplished here, he's the one awarded the kiss. Accepting Tim's lips on his own as they descend upon them, opening his mouth for a brief exploration by his husband's tongue sends pleasure vibrating through him. It's a brief kiss yet powerful in that it is both inviting and tender, stirring the heat within him, leaving him wanting more and barely able to stand still any more.

Softly smiling now, Tim's kiss trails down Leroy's neck, following his fingers as they blaze a heated trail over his love's torso. When they reach the man's nipples, his fingers teasing, tenderly pinching, and caressing one just before he takes the other one in his mouth and sucks on it earning him his first groan of pleasure from Leroy. Keeping the golden aura intact that is covering the silence they've fallen into as they pleasure each other this way, Tim alternates between nipples, making sure each one gets treated to the same pleasures as the other and reveling in the pure responses he's eliciting from his beloved while playing in this erogenous zone of his. It lights him up inside to give his beloved this much pleasure but he has plans to do better. Tim's hands move back up toward Leroy's face, this time holding the man's head as he always does for Tim, gently and with love. Still gentle and fueled by the depths of emotion he feels for this man, Tim leans in for more kisses, each of them tender and lingering.

Feeling like the tables are turning from where they'd intended to go with this, but not minding it a bit, Leroy humbly accepts Tim's love as it's being poured over him. When the young man tenderly kisses his eye lids, nose, and temple before moving back to his mouth, locking lips with him briefly enough to entice him to return the kiss, Leroy is enthralled by it all, his heart so warmed, he can't even find the words any more than he can keep his hands still any longer.

Tim feels Leroy's hands come up off his hips to caress his back and tug him into an embrace that is his love's overloaded emotions calling out to him. Knowing what the man he loves needs more than anything in this moment, Tim moves his own hands to embrace him in return, whispering his own love and admiration in the older man's ear as they give each other the moment to take it all in. "So beautiful, Leroy. Every inch of you is beautiful. Love you so much."

Through the course of their relationship, both of them have become freely expressive with each other in moments like this, every journey like this one intimate and tender, leaving no doubt their hearts were deeply in the thick of it. Every one of their touches and shared looks along these journeys have long become their own private language. These moments, reading each other's way of letting it be known they're overloaded with emotion or need the moment to take in what the other was giving them or even that they love the other so much more than they can say right then and there, is as much a part of their relationship now as breathing. Neither of them expected this morning's journey to bring them this way, but it's understood between them that both of them treasure every minute of this to the depths of their soul.

As usual, Leroy is the first to withdraw. He knows Tim always leaves this moment up to him because the younger man respects his need to put his emotions back under wraps. Although not hiding them from Tim, he doesn't want them hanging out every moment of the day either, so to speak. He's changed within his relationship with Tim. He's changed a lot and not only can he admit that now, but he can appreciate it as well. But, he's still not a mushy-feely kind of guy and Tim's perfectly okay with that.

And as much as he's changed, he knows that Tim is perfectly okay with any and all emotions Leroy does share with him because it's something that's been a work in progress from day one – for both of them. Now that he's moved them from this particular emotional moment, he smiles tenderly at his husband even though Tim can't see him do it, kissing him again, this time letting the invitation morph on over into rediscovery and anticipation of more.

Knowing Leroy still wants him to experience this journey by touch more than anything else, Tim loses himself in the kiss while moving his hands to Leroy's belt, wasting no time as he works it undone. Set on a mission of sorts, Tim's hands move on to Leroy's zipper. With one set of fingers slowly working the contraption downwards, the other set settles in behind it as it moves, protecting Leroy's precious package from any chance of physical harm with the potentially dangerous thing.

Leroy smiles at Tim's caution. The sound of the zipper being undone resounds through the otherwise nearly silent room, bringing a wave of anticipation to him amidst the sounds of their increasingly ragged breathing as the heat hunger and want continues to build between them. He is more than curious to know what Tim will do next in this blindfolded adventure. Leroy steps forward and kisses him, his mouth hot against Tim's. He pulls his beloved flush against his chest, sensually caressing the younger man's arms and back before extending those caresses right over his ass.

A thrill of pleasure shoots through Tim's nerves. He sinks against Leroy, trying to fill his lungs with his scent.

"Beautiful," Leroy whispers.

Tim moans, pressing up against him, his body flooding with warmth.

Leroy continues stroking and sliding his hands down his husband's back.

Tim's throat goes dry as he snuggles against the older man until a crooked finger lifts his chin and Leroy's mouth finds his, sliding his tongue into Tim's mouth, damp and silky, his teeth dragging lightly against Tim's lips. He smells like coffee, like Leroy, and the younger man trembles, his body reacting with a visceral heat. He wants to feel his husband fill him completely. Wants him bad!

Leroy pulls away, needing to breathe, Looking at his love now, he is literally blown away. The man is so beautiful! Seeing that body quivering with need, while those gorgeous hands are clenched with tension, the passion unmistakably visible within him even with the blindfold on. With an acute depiction in his mind, of that towel covered prize he knows is already throbbing and glistening with need for him, it's literally all Leroy can do, not to pull Tim to him and bury himself inside of him, carry him over the cliff with him right. now. Breathing deeply, he pulls himself together. "Love doing this," He manages to murmur into his beloved's space, still gazing at him. He licks his lips, the heat of Tim's body radiating through the space between them. "So Beautiful. Tim." Leroy whispers, cupping the younger man's cheeks with both his hands again. Then he tips Tim's face up to his and kisses him softly on the lips yet again. He can't get enough.

Tim's breath snags in his throat. He loves this gentleness from Leroy, it reminds him how much the man cares, respects and adores him. When Leroy kisses him slowly, Tim savors the silky friction between their lips, the tender brush of Leroy's thumb on his cheek. He moans, parting for Leroy, trying to lean closer. But, Leroy holds him where he is, dragging the seam of his mouth over Tim's lips, a tender damp touch, his breath feathering hot on Tim's skin.

"More," Tim whispers, completely forgetting, at least for the moment, his plan to pursue the treasure he'd been in the midst of unveiling a mere moment ago. Leroy gives him what he asks for, sliding into his mouth yet again., tasting a little like coffee, Tim moans yet again, sucking him deeper, tangling their tongues together. Then he breaks the kiss, the need to draw in air crucial.

In the otherwise quiet room, Tim hears their uneven breaths, moves closer to his beloved and is instantly reminded of his previous mission, still unfinished. Without hesitation, Tim reaches inside the now available pocket on his beloved's remaining layer of clothing and tenderly cups his husband's thickening shaft, his touch gentle, yet steady. Cradling the precious prize, he lets his fingers caress the muscle, relishing the feeling of it continuing to elongate and thicken in his hand. Without letting go of his prize, Tim brings his other hand up to Leroy's face once more, holding it gently as he kisses him again, this time, his mouth tender and inviting against his husband's.

A thrill of pleasure shoots through the older man as he's literally drenched in tenderness and love. Tim always makes him feel so loved and cherished. It's always this fulfilling and genuine with the man he fell in love with, yet every single time warms his heart anew. Easing back from Tim's kiss so he can breathe, he can't help but whisper what's on his heart. "So beautiful, Tim."

His own heart overflowing with emotion, Tim smiles softly as his mouth begins to blaze another trail of tender kisses along Leroy's jawline, on down his tender throat to his neck and beyond. His hand hasn't let go of his prize, still cradling it gently while the digits of that hand remain stretched, caressing its' length.

Lost and adrift in the overwhelming physical desire washing through him in waves in this moment, Leroy can barely even remember to breathe. This wasn't what he'd had in mind when he'd blindfolded his beloved mere moments ago. But, he's not complaining either. No, he definitely isn't complaining.

Tim glories in his prize's hardened state, longer now and much thicker, too. But, the moan of pleasure his touch elicits from Leroy is what thrills him to the core. It settles in his heart, reassures him that he's loving him the way the man enjoys being loved, needs to be loved. All of it gives him the confidence to keep going, letting his heart be his guide.

Leroy reaches over, just holding onto to Tim's back, his own head thrown back on his neck as pleasure continues to wash through him in never ending waves. It's been a while since Tim's done this and it's taking everything he has to keep his knees from going weak on him. He wants everything Tim wants to give him because he knows how much joy there is in the giving and he certainly can feel it in the receiving.

Tim can feel the tremors in Leroy's body as the older man fights to stay upright through the onslaught of what he's feeling. It's invigorating and empowering to let the man he loves feel just a piece of what Tim feels for him. Still, it's time to do more. Without letting go of him, Tim leans back into his personal space near his ear and whispers to him. "Can I lose the towel now?"

****NCIS****

With a grin, Leroy straightens up and uses one hand to let go of Tim just enough to grab the towel still wrapped around Tim's waist. Tugging until the section that has been tucked inside the rest, holding it in place, now falls away, leaving the garment to fall to the floor, he's unveiled Tim's already fully interested shaft, glistening with precum and calling to him. In all his naked glory, the younger man is gorgeous enough to ravish and it's all the older man can do to hang on to his self-control. "Oh, Tim!" Leroy breathes out. "Sweetheart, what you do to me!"

Those words in that tone touch him down deep enough, Tim doesn't have to question what his husband means. He's not surprised, not even a minute later when he feels his hard rod throb and pulse in the older man's hand as Leroy reaches out and cradles Tim's glistening shaft in his strong, gentle fingers. Streaks of physical pleasure zing through Tim and an unfiltered moan of anticipation and bliss escapes from his lips. His knees go weak when his love's next words quietly caress his eardrums. "This is mine…and I need it…."

"Right. Now." Leroy pulls the younger man flush against his chest, sensually caressing Tim's arms and back before extending his caresses right over his ass. "C'mere." He urges as he moves his hand away from his current prize. With his hand on Tim's elbow, he maneuvers them over to the bed, sitting down on it as his love comes to stand between his feet. Leroy leans closer, pressing a soft, damp kiss on his husband's belly, right above now naked waistline. "Beautiful." Leroy murmurs against the sensitive skin underneath his touch, dragging his teeth over the crest of Tim's nipple, sucking on first one and then the other.

The pleasure and the pressure goes straight down to Tim's cock, yanking a moan from the younger man's lips. "Lee…roy!"

Softly smiling, the older man continues to play with Tim's nipples this way, the points of his teeth tracing over Tim's skin.

Another cry escapes Tim's throat as one whisper of pleasure after another races down his nerves. "Ooh!"

"C'mere." Leroy has raised his head and draws him down next to him on the bed. Kissing him tenderly once more, without missing a beat he slowly withdraws from the kiss and, gently lets go of Tim's hardened rod at the same time, hauling the younger man into his own space, rolling them until his husband is underneath him. Leroy leans over Tim, watching his face, what he can see of it with the blindfold on. He smiles tenderly as the younger man's legs, now freed from the towel, move wider apart without any wasted time. He slides his warm palm back up to Tim's rod, gently squeezing him as he croons to him now. "Want you to let yourself just feel while I fill you up. after I take care of this."

The sensual imagery drives Tim that much closer to the edge, his moan of anticipated pleasure and hunger for more escaping on a breathed-out push of air as he squirms, arching up, offering his chest. "Yeess.'

Leroy smiles, slipping his hand under Tim's back to hold him up. It doesn't escape him that he's just taken the reins of this journey from his husband, even though he hadn't planned on it. But, there's no doubt that Tim is perfectly on board with where this is going now. With that realization in mind, Leroy maintains his support on the younger man's back and continues to love on him, taking advantage of the closeness he has in this moment to those very sensitive nipples once more.

"Oh," Tim breathes, not expecting that. Leroy's face is so close to him that he can feel his breath on his chest even through the blindfold. God, he wishes for a second he wasn't wearing this thing! His beloved presses more kisses over Tim's chest, before closing those delicious lips of his around Tim's nipple again.

"Leroy." Tim breathes, squirming for more. He needs his husband's touch. "Don't make me wait, please. Take me!" He begs now, no longer cognizant of the golden silence they'd been experiencing this time.

The older man watches in lust as Tim moves, desperately seeking more of that exactly right touch on his throbbing, hardening cock. Wanting his husband to experience more while blindfolded, Leroy brings his hand further down, stroking between Tim's cheeks and even touching on the nerves just inside the rim of his ass, the barest brush of his finger as he croons to him. "So, sexy, Tim. So beautiful."

"Lee…..Roy!" Tim arches in ecstatic pleasure as it jolts through his rod and even his ass, at long last, eliciting a long low moan from Tim, his hips bucking up, nearly begging for more. "Oh! "I…!"

"Sssh. Babe. I gotcha." Leroy slides his fingertip down the line of Tim's cock one last time. Now is not the time to edge his beloved. No, now is the time to show him pure pleasure. As promised, Leroy wraps his fingers firmly around his husband's rod, leaning over it, he takes the mushroom head into his mouth and works it over just the way Tim likes best.

"Ooh, Leroy!" Tim's nearly shouting as he feels electricity spark though him. His hands reach out to find that hair he loves to play in. Finding the silky strands, his fingers grasp some of it almost spastically as the pleasure being poured into him right now begins to thicken and swirl within him, leaving him almost senseless.

Leroy's only response is to pick up the pace, swallowing more of his prize down, milking it just right enough, his husband is already a moaning puddle of goo in his hands. "That's it, Beautiful, come for me." He withdraws enough to murmur before taking it all back in, going deeper, faster and with more firmness.

"Lee…roy!" Tim's near scream fills the air as his body tenses just before he flies, reaching blindly for his beloved anchor.

Holding his husband securely in his arms Leroy watches with complete joy as the younger man is launched into his release. Even now, months and months since the beginning of their relationship, being able to set Tim free like this is the ultimate high for him, second only to watching him let go of everything and come apart in his arms to begin with.

****NCIS*****

Feeling completely sated as he returns to the here and now, Tim stretches sensuously within his love's arms, knowing without even opening his eyes, that's exactly where he is. Sure enough, opening his eyes slowly after another minute of blinking them until they were clear, he finds those gorgeous, cobalt blue oceans of love, trust and security watching him without wavering as those strong arms hold him securely, snuggling face, to face together. He smiles as he processes the feeling of all skin on the older man, obviously having removed the last of his clothing while Tim was out of it. All he can think to do is reach up and card the man's hair, his name a soft whisper of awe on the air between them. "Leroy."

Leaning over, Leroy kisses his beloved, carding his hair to reassure him. 'Ready for some more?" He asks him with that sly grin of his.

"Only if you're rested and ready for more yourself." Tim answers seriously. "I mean, I could make love to you 24/7 and never get enough of you, Leroy. But, we need you to take care of you first and foremost." He reminds his beloved calmly, his tone firm yet quiet.

"All rested, my love." Leroy responds with all due seriousness. He'll never joke with Tim about his health again, but he is seriously all rested. He'd figured he'd do what he could to ensure today can continue on in this endless foray into consummate lovemaking as he, himself, didn't want it to end either.

Tim smiles softly, encouraged now and a whole lot more than just a little interested in where Leroy wants to take this, their continued journey today. He's definitely rested and very curious to see if Leroy can actually get yet another rise out of Tim, already having flown high twice today.

Reaching out, Leroy tenderly pulls Tim's head towards his own, losing the young man instantly into the intensity of their kiss, their mouths meshing together once more. Letting his husband take control of the dance between their tongues, Leroy only withdraws when Tim does, this time shifting around on the bed enough that he's straddling his love's hips now, kneeling as he leans in, and kisses him, making sure to align his cock just right, yet waiting for just a heartbeat or two. Knowing Tim's still replete and in need of some reinvigorating incentive, Leroy murmurs his reward into his love's ear as he puts the blindfold back over Tim's eyes, just as before. "Tell me what you need, babe."

Tim shudders at those words and the renewed use of the blindfold. "Ooh Leroy!" Already, the older man's invitation is bringing Tim's spent rod back to life, shudders of anticipation rippling up his spine. "Take me!" He begs, not caring about anything else in the moment.

"Sssh. Relax." Leroy whispers, tracing the pads of his fingers up Tim's stomach, his chest on up to his throat, then his lips. "Just feel, Sweetheart" Leaning over his beloved, planting one hand by the younger man's cheek, his other hand cradling the once again thickening and lengthening cock. "Just feel."

Tim's chest squeezes. His limbs tremble, his skin tingles, his body aching for more as he feels Leroy's hands tenderly taking care of him, taking care of what he needs most right now. Anticipation and acute need keep his tongue tied at this point. He's too keyed up to relax.

"I gotcha, Sweetheart." Leroy murmurs soothingly. Not wanting to spin Tim out at all this time, the older man carefully lubes them both up and pushes his rod inside his husband's inner sanctum, one hand holding Tim's thigh for balance, the other, making sure he's not wasting any time. Just as Tim loves it most, going all the way in in one long thrust, he prides himself on knowing how much pleasure it will give his love. He knows Tim loves to have his husband bottom out for him, just like this.

Behind the blindfold, Tim cries out in pure ecstasy, his cock pulsing. He can't describe the pleasure of Leroy filling him at long last, exactly the way he loves it best – all at once! It's so overwhelming and enveloping and it always feels like Tim has been slid into a cocoon made of pure Leroy. So, glorious! But, this time it instantly becomes even more as his husband begins drilling into him over and over again, hitting all the right places on every stroke and even with every withdrawal! Floating on clouds of liquid pleasure as they begin pouring into him with each thrust and retreat and new sharper, longer thrust and extra slow retreat, Tim's fingers dig into the bedding beneath him, his breathing coming in gasps. Leroy's shaft is relentless, just the way Tim likes it, deeply and fully on every slide both in and out. His body is zinging with pleasure and he's so close to flying now, he can feel his limbs beginning to tremble.

Leroy's heart warms as Tim keens, the young man's toes literally curling into the bedding as if he's on the cusp of his building release, "Ooh. Lee..roy!. Coming.. Coming…" His stilted words are shouted out in panted obvious expressions of overwhelming pleasure

Everything that's crashing through Tim's body in this moment is carrying him up so far, he feels like he's already flying. His spine arches him off the bed, his cock throbbing and his breath leaving him as he feels Leroy steadily surrounding him through touches.

"Damn... Tim," Leroy groans in broken, heavily breathed out breaths, "so in… cred'ble…. Ooh … Sweet…. heart." His voice cracks as Tim shifts his hips one last time sending a pulse of pure pleasure through his own shaft even as it continues to fill Tim completely, over and over. "Feels… so good, Tim," Leroy pants breathlessly, "So good." He wants to reach for Tim's rock-hard cock, but he wants Tim to come without it being touched this time, even more. Instead, he does what he knows always sets Tim off, he encourages him from his heart.

"Fly…for me….Tim." His beloved raggedly breathes out as he continues to bottom out in him, yet again, making sure to touch along his prostate as he does. All Tim can feel is his beloved's touch, the heat of his body, covering his own, the sounds of the man murmuring sweet words above him, his voice touching him down deep, as he urges Tim to fly. Not even aware that the shout he barely registers hearing now is his own even as his beloved's tender words once again launch him over the edge, Tim's flying yet again now and he knows nothing more.

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

Eons later, when Tim is roused by new tendrils of pleasure lighting him up all over again, awareness tells him what he's feeling is current. Now freed from the blindfold, the sight of Leroy hovering above him, his hands soothingly caressing him gives testimony to that.

"Okay?" Leroy asks him tenderly.

Tiredly reaching up to caress his beloved's face, Tim nods as he quietly answers to Leroy's concern. "Never better."

Drawing the younger man closer to him, Leroy snuggles him close to his heart. "Same, here, Tim. He smiles tenderly down at him. "Same here."