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Suddenly, a loud crash reverberated through the house and the electricity went off. The lights in the rest of the house went off with the electricity and the pillar candles Jackson had lit, along with the laptop screen were the only things illuminating the living room.
"You boys, OK?" Jack asked, making his way through the darkened room, having heard the crash from his bedroom at the back of the house. "Looks like the whole town is out."
"Just hope whatever that crash was it wasn't a tree going through someone's house." Tim prayed out loud. The three men were by the windows together, straining to see what had caused the crashing noise.
"I'm sure it wasn't, Tim." Gibbs told him, reassuringly. "We lost power within a millisecond, it probably knocked out the power lines down, that's all."
Tim shivered, as he tried to take deep breathes. He was focusing on his breathing now. He did not want to have a flashback in front of Jethro and Jackson. "Are you OK?" Jackson asked, his voice soft, but gravelly at the same time and Tim was transported back to the accident.
"Tim?" his lover asked cautiously, now seeing what his father was concerned about too.
Tim's body was shaking and he didn't seem to have any awareness of where he was. Jethro pulled Tim closer into his embrace, gently whispering words of safety and security in his ear.
Jackson watched with interest as his son managed to manoeuvre the usually stubborn, now pliant and cooperative man onto the sofa beside him. Once Jethro and Tim were settled on the sofa, Jackson closed the heavy drapes covering the windows, closed off the pocket door that led to the kitchen, gathered all the burning candles and sat all on the coffee table, illuminating the room. Jethro moved themselves again, so Jack could sit beside Tim and comfort him too.
"Jethro? What?" Tim asked, surprised to find himself in Jethro's arms while Jack sat on the other side of him, holding the young man's hand. "Jack?"
"You're safe here, Tim." Jack told him softly, not breaking the soothing contact between the three of them.
"Feel up to telling us where your mind went, just now?" Jethro asked, in a whispered voice. Jethro was fighting his own jealousy that his father was still touching Tim. That Tim was accepting his father's hand, seeking comfort from the old man. Even though he could see both Tim and Jackson thought of it as paternal comfort, he was jealous. He wanted to be the only man that touched Tim.
"The night I smashed my car. That crash; it was the exact same noise." Tim admitted in a small voice. "The crack, the wind howling, the darkness. All of it."
"Oh Tim." Jethro comforted him, pulling the young man closer to him. Jack's hand dropping Tim's gently, allowing his son to continue the comfort. He had seen the jealousy flash in his son's eyes and he wondered if Leroy would ever admit it to him.
"Jack, when you spoke to me. It sounded like one of the rescuers that cut me from the car, that night. He used the same words; his voice held the same concern." Tim explained softly. Although his voice sounded far away, Jackson could tell Tim was trying to take control of the situation and bring his mind back to the present.
Tim broke free from Jethro's arms, standing up. He hastily and furiously wiped the tears from his eyes. "Tim?" Jackson tried to get his attention. "Tim? You can talk to us, you know?"
"Please excuse me, I need to go to bed." Tim said, not looking up at either of them as he left the room. Tim was ashamed and embarrassed. Both Jethro and Jackson were both big, strong, burly men and he felt that he was weak and couldn't even rein in his emotions in the middle of a storm.
Jethro let out a sigh of frustration and put his head in his hands as soon as they had heard Tim ascending the stairs. "Damn stubborn man." Jethro cursed and a low chuckle from beside him caused him to look up.
"I imagine you are partly to blame for that stubborn streak, son." Jack guessed with a wide smile. "Now why don't I finish up in here and you go comfort your man? I know you want to and don't tell me he's not your man. I know he is and I'm OK with that. Go climb into bed with him and show him how important he is to you."
"Dad?" Gibbs asked, he wanted nothing more than to go and comfort Tim, but he also needed to know that his father would be OK. "It's not that easy."
"Go, go put a smile on Tim's face, Leroy." Jack told his son. Jethro opened his mouth to answer his father but Jack stopped his sons reply with his hand. "If you dare tell me that you don't know where to start, I'm going to take you to the wood shed and slap you silly. Just be gentle with him. Not everyone likes or needs your idea of Marine style gruff love."
"Dad?!" Jethro exclaimed, feeling scandalised. "I think I've been with enough people to know how to be gentle and tender with someone I lo..care about lb. Care. Can't be a gruff and unfeeling Marine all the time. Shannon taught me that."
"What would you rather be doing, son?" Jackson asked, as he banked the fire himself, preparing to turn in as well. "Do you want to go and climb into bed with Tim and comfort the man, or stand here and argue with me all night? Because right now, you can do either, but I should warn you, I will be mighty pissed if you choose to argue with me, instead."
Jethro gave his father a small, straight lipped smile and nodded his good nights to his father, before climbing the stairs, two at a time. As he approached Tim's door, he tentatively knocked on the door. He let himself inside at Tim's authorisation to enter and found the man in question curled up under the duvet. Jethro climbed into bed behind him, like he did that night in the hotel and pulled Tim close to him, murmuring that he would be ok and that he was safe. Shortly after, Jethro felt Tim's whole body relax and some soft snuffling noises came from his body, leaning over closer, he saw that Tim had fallen asleep in his arms. It warmed Jethro's heart and made it flutter to know that Tim trusted him wholeheartedly to make him and keep him safe.
The storm was still raging the following morning just before dawn, it was a dark and dreary morning. Tim had awoken and felt surprisingly ok after last night's embarrassing flashback. He was surprised to feel Jethro's body curled around him and could feel his hardness pressed against his backside, through his cotton shorts. He wriggled against Jethro's hard cock and felt the man place some hot open kisses on the back of his neck. Tim reached back and took Jethro's morning wood in his hand. "Oh, Tim! You feel amazing." Jethro moaned quietly, loving the feel of Tim's hands on his hard cock first thing in the morning. "Good morning.
Tim turned over to face Jethro. "Good morning." Tim quipped with a grin. It was a sly, sexy grin and it made Jethro go weak at the knees. It had been a long time since anyone had smiled at him like that. Even a longer time since it was someone, he found attractive and desired, that smiled at him like that.
Jethro captured Tim's lips between his and the two men enjoyed some kisses as Jethro's hand found Tim's cock and removed the younger man's shorts. Tim also managed to slide Jethro's shorts lower. The two cocks met one another, jerking in excitement as they touched. Jethro took both clocks in his large hand and Tim grinned against his lips. It was such a turn on knowing that Jethro was going to wank both of them at the same time. "Like that?" Jethro asked Tim hotly against his mouth, breaking off the kiss.
"Yeah." Tim panted against Jethro's mouth, their breaths mixing and mingling with one another. "Keep going." Tim panted, as he re-captured the older man's lips, sinfully plundering his mouth.
Jethro happily allowed Tim to plunder his mouth thoroughly while he worked their manhood into a mutual frenzy. Both men were leaking precum and Jethro made sure to gather it up, to use for lube as they started getting close to edge.
Jethro wondered what Tim would do if he brushed his finger against his ass. Tim had responded positively to it when they had showered together the other night. He wondered if Tim was currently so aroused, he'd let Jethro stretch his anus out. Jethro knew from Matt, and the few various male one night stands he'd had in the past that, although he was a glorious eight inches, uncut. He had a wider girth than most men and many struggled to take his cock in their ass.
Testing his theory, while still jerking their cocks together, Tim coated his left hand with precum and slipped his hand over the perineum and let it rut against his anus. He could feel Tim's balls tighten up at the base of his cock, so Jethro picked up the pace, pumping them both harder and faster.
Tim's hands weren't idle either, he'd been fingering Gibbs' nipples, toying with them, twerking them, plucking and rolling them between his thumb and forefingers. Each ministration on his nipple was sending electric shocks to his groin. It was edging him and he was almost convinced that Tim's talented fingers could make him blow from just the nipple play alone. He was sure to make a mental note, that was something they could try together, soon.
"Jeth-ro!" Tim panted, breathlessly. Jethro realised that was his moment, he slipped his forefinger to the first knuckle into Tim's hole. "Oh God! If you're going to finger me, use the damn lube."
Jethro looked over his shoulder and spied the familiar white paper bag on the bedside table. He reached back and grabbed the bag, removing his finger from Tim's ass. Ripping the bag open, he fumbled with the bottle of lube in his earnest effort to get the cap off. Squirting some onto the palm of his hand, he reluctantly let go of both their manhood's. That momentarily lull in Jethro lubing up his fingers, gave Tim a chance to calm down a little further, so they could prolong the moment.
"Ready gorgeous?" Jethro asked, as he kissed the younger man's neck and rimmed Tim's hole with his finger, generously spreading the lube. He always thought Tim was gorgeous, but in this last week, seeing Tim aroused, he had never looked more gorgeous to the older man.
At Tim's nod, Jethro slid one finger into Tim's hole, as deep as it would go. He gave the younger man's prostate the barest of whisper of a swipe, that had Tim practically bucking himself off the bed. "Yes! Right there!" Tim panted, in hoarse, raspy voice. Jethro took Tim's lips against his, as he thrust one finger in and out, pulling Tim off with the other hand. Jethro slipped a second finger inside him, pushing past the sphincter muscles and into his hot channel, he muffled Tim's yelp of pleasure with his mouth. "Oh! My! God! So close, Jethro. Keep going." Tim panted hotly, as he felt Jethro began to scissor him. He could feel his balls tightening up, he was close and he knew it was going to make a big mess.
Jethro grinned against his younger lover's lips. "Cum for me, gorgeous. I want to see you cum for me." He begged in a murmur, moving his hand into position to catch his seed. As Tim began to pant harder, almost in gasps, Jethro slipped a third finger inside him and Tim wailed into Jethro's mouth as he shot his load, straight into Jethro's hand. Jethro didn't back off and continued scissoring him and swiping at his prostate and within sixty seconds, he was climaxing again. Gently, Jethro withdrew his fingers from Tim's hole, rimming the gaping hole on their way out. "You, ok?" Jethro chuckled, secretly pleased at the fact that he had bought Tim to climax twice, in sixty seconds and he was still hard.
"Oh yeah." Tim grinned at him, as he thrust upwards slightly, feeling sticky from the excess lube that was coating his hole, his perineum and dripping onto his balls. Tim rolled over, on to the top of Jethro's body, feeling Jethro's hard on trapped between their naked bodies. "That was amazing. Now, I am going to deal with this. How do you want it? I could blow you? Wank you? Or just lube it up and take it, whole?"
Jethro was becoming more and more aroused by the millisecond, at the thought of sinking into Tim's hot, welcoming ass. It was almost too much to handle, but he thrusted a condom at Tim. "If you're really ready." He told Tim earnestly, staring into the younger man's eyes. He could see that Tim's green eyes were darkened with arousal and his hard cock was flush against Jethro's. He was ready.
"Oh, I was ready yesterday." Tim quipped with a chuckle, rolling the latex sheath over Jethro's hardened member. Once he was fully sheathed, Tim lubed up the latex, coating it with the lube. Tim then rose up off the older man's hips and line the hardened cock up with his stretched-out hole. "It's been a while since I've taken a cock like this. Got to go slow."
"That's ok, Gorgeous." Jethro crooned, as he tugged at his testicles to stop himself from needing to climax at the tight sensation of Tim's ass squeezing his shaft as it swallowed his cock, whole. Jethro managed to resist the urge to thrust upwards into the welcoming heat, which allowed Tim to take his time. Jethro hooked his arm under Tim's thigh, lifting it to allow Jethro deeper access to his cavern, as Tim sank as deep as physically possible onto his shaft. "God, you feel amazing. So hot and tight." he told Tim, as he began moving slowly on Jethro.
Pulling Jethro's cock almost the whole way out, just leaving his bulbous head at his entrance, before pushing himself deep back onto his lover. Tim made sure to hit his prostate with every thrust. Tim was loving the feeling of Jethro's hard cock rutting against his prostate inside him, as the older man's balls made contact with his own testes. "You're so hard, I can literally feel you pulsating." Tim panted, feeling his own balls tighten.
He bared down and flexed his anal muscles, tightening his grip on Jethro's shaft. He was determined to starve off his own climax until he'd tipped his lover over the edge. "Going to cum babe, keep going." Jethro panted, as he writhed beneath Tim. This was even better than the older man had fantasised about. He'd often had dirty fantasies about the younger man, but nothing compared to right now. Tim felt Jethro's cock pulsate and jerk violently as he exploded into the condom. Tim had been close but had backed off when he felt his lover climax in him. "Your turn." Jethro told him, as he rolled them over, so he was on top and Tim was beneath him.
Tim could still feel the older man's hardness, despite his climax. Jethro hooked both his arms under Tim's legs, spreading them and opening him up, as he began to thrust in and out of Tim, faster than Tim had taken him. Tim tilted his pelvis slightly, making sure Jethro was hitting his pleasure spot, as he rested his legs on the older man's shoulders. Jethro couldn't believe how flexible Tim was and how much tighter the younger man felt and how much younger man gripped him with the slight change in angle. "Gah!" Tim let out a strangled moan, as he shot ribbons of white, hot seed over his naked torso. The fluids coating his own stomach, cock and dripped down his balls.
Jethro gave two more thrusts and found himself shooting a second load into the condom. Last time that had happened was two weeks he'd left on his last deployment, before Shannon was killed. But unlike that time, this time the condom didn't break. He held onto the condom carefully, as he withdrew his lax genitals from Tim's body. Tying the top of it in a knot and tossing it with the rest of the rubbish on the nightstand. He laid back down next to Tim and pulled the younger man close to hm. "That was ... wow. Are you ok?"
"Oh, I'm good, here." Tim quipped, grinning at Jethro as he snuggled closer to him. "Are you ok?" Tm asked, seeing a strange look cross the older man's face, albeit briefly.
"We shouldn't have done that yet, I'm sorry, that was my fault." Jethro said, as he kissed Tim's temple. "I got a little carried away. When I got into bed with you last night, I wasn't expecting to make love you. I just wanted to hold you and comfort you, make sure you were ok."
"Don't apologise, that was amazing." Tim gushed as he reached up and kissed Jethro on the lips. "I wasn't planning on it happening this morning either, but we've been heading in that direction since we got here. I just hope that we weren't too loud and didn't wake Jack up."
Jethro reassured Tim that they were fine and that even if they were a bit too loud, Jack wouldn't say anything to them about it. Jethro breathed out a sigh of contentment, enjoying having Tim close by, s the two of them drifted into a companionable silence. Eventually drifting back to sleep.
Jack was surprised to be the only one awake on the Sunday morning as he made his way out into the kitchen at 0730. He had allowed himself the luxury of some extra sleep, knowing that the store didn't need to be opened today and tomorrow was Christmas Eve. He had expected to see one, if not both of the boys awake by now, though. They were both early risers and were usually awake before dawn. He looked out the living room window to double check that both trucks were still in the driveway, before he remembered the storm from yesterday and how he had told Leroy that both trucks needed to go in the barn.
On Sunday mornings, he normally made himself a fully cooked, hot breakfast, but the extra sleep had made him lethargic and he didn't feel like spending the morning slaving over a hot stove cooking breakfast. He found himself rummaging around in the pantry, before locating what he was after. The ninety second quick oats. Add milk and microwave for ninety seconds for perfectly cooked oatmeal. Nice and easy, no mess, no fuss but still a hot breakfast. Perfect for a lazy Sunday morning. Thankfully he had heard the power return around 0530. Otherwise, it would have been cereal for breakfast and no coffee. Which could have been a disaster, but thankfully, disaster adverted.
After eating that with some added honey and chocolate syrup, just like Anne used to make, Jack thought he best at least get dressed today, just in case the phone rang. Someone always called on a Sunday to ask for a favour, usually involved them desperately needing something from the store, for that cooking emergency. It happened most Sundays, but when the Monday was Christmas Eve and the store was closed too, it was always a busy day, doing the townsfolk favours.
He was wondering what was going on upstairs, he had yet to hear a peep from the men upstairs. He was worrying whether or not that Tim was ok after last night's flashback. He contemplated climbing the stairs just to check on them, before he remembered hearing the bedroom door firmly close shut behind Leroy last night. He certainly wasn't going to climb the stairs to look at a closed door. He had better things to do on a Sunday morning, than climb the stairs for no reason.
The phone ringing startled Jack from his book that he had been reading in his beloved recliner. He quickly snatched it up, not wanting the phone to wake the men. In his opinion, neither man ever relaxed enough and both looked like they could do with the extra sleep. "Gibbs Residence, Jackson Gibbs speaking." He answered politely. The way his grandfather had taught him to answer the telephone. The way his father had answered the telephone and the way he had taught Leroy, at least until he lost Shannon and Kelly and had begun hating everyone and everything in the world.
"Jackson, it's Ducky." Ducky identified himself down the phone line, as the men exchanged greetings and pleasantries. "I am dreadfully sorry to phone your home line, I was hoping to speak with Jethro or Timothy is either man available?"
"I am afraid both of them are asleep still." Jackson said, regretfully. He could have told Ducky that he suspected that they were in bed together, but that wasn't any o Jack's business and he would let that also didn't want to out either man, in case Ducky wasn't aware of their sexual preferences. "It was a rather nasty storm, I am afraid that we three, had a rather late night, here."
"Tell me Jackson, is Timothy ok after yesterday's skype call with his grandmother?" Ducky asked, concerned. He hadn't spoken to Penny since last night, although had appeared to be fine. "I have been worrying about the young lad."
Jackson didn't want to betray Timothy's confidence. Timothy had sought comfort from him during the flashback last night.
"He seemed fine. He was a bit quiet last night, before he went on up to bed." Jackson said delicately, choosing his next words very carefully. "Jethro followed him upstairs shortly after and I could hear the tell-tale signs of the two of them talking. What was discussed, I am not privy to."
"Thank-you." Ducky asked. He hadn't expected the senior Gibbs man to give him any answers. Jackson Gibbs was much like his son in that regard. He knew when to keep his mouth shut. Ducky had to smother his own laughter as Jack chose his words carefully. After yesterday afternoon's skype call, he had suspected that something was brewing between the two men and that it seemed more like a flirtation than a friendship. Hearing Jack choose his words carefully, almost clinched it for him. "Can you please have one of them telephone me back? Please reassure Timothy that Penelope is fine. No one is hurt or injured. Just if one of them could telephone me back, as soon as possible."
Jack hastily agreed, he didn't want to tie up his phone line all day chatting to Ducky. Jackson didn't know how expensive it was to phone from Edinburgh, Scotland, but he imagined it wasn't cheap. The two men bid one another farewell, with a promise to catch up soon and that one of the boys would return his call, as soon as they were awake.
Tim stretched languidly against Jethro's equally naked body as he awoke from his slumber. Jethro had only woken up ninety seconds before Tim.
"Morning, Gorgeous. How did you sleep?" Jethro asked his lover. He felt Tim's ass make direct contact with his sex. It was over-sensitive from the multiple orgasms. Last time he had experienced that he was in his twenties, not fifties. It seemed that Tim was capable of much more and secretly made a plan to see just how many the young was actually capable of.
"Mmm... Good." Tim purred, as he rolled over completely, now laying half on top of his older lover's naked body. He could feel Jethro's morning wood digging into his hip, now. He was impressed that Jethro was still quite hard, considering the two orgasms he'd had earlier, this morning.
A rumbling stomach had both men struggling to keep their faces straight, as Jethro grinned at him. "Worked up an appetite this morning, what do you say to a shower to clean up and some brunch?"
Tim eagerly nodded in the affirmative and Jethro grinned when he saw, as he pulled back the covers and saw Tim was pulling gently on the head of his cock. A shower was essential, the men knew that any dry cum would itch and the act like glue on the skin. A chance to give his younger lover another release wasn't something that Jethro would willingly turn down, either. Plus, Jethro had wanted to have Tim naked beside him as long as possible and a shower seemed like a good place to end it.
With the two men squeaky clean, freshly showered and dressed, they headed downstairs. Jackson wasn't home, he had left the boys a note, telling them that he had decided to open the store with an abundance of phone calls for supplies, it seemed like the thing to do.
Tim put together a quick lunch of scrambled eggs with onion, bell peppers, spinach, cheese and chorizo sausage, while Jethro made and buttered some toast. When Tim had finished plating up the eggs, Jethro kissed the younger man's lips in appreciation. Before telling him, the food looked delicious.
When Jackson arrived, coming in the back door from the store, he smiled to himself. The sight of the two men, huddled together at the table in the kitchen. Each man eating off their own plate, but their body language spoke of a new layer of intimacy between them. They weren't touching, but their bodies were angled towards one another. He grinned as his son, wordlessly refilled the younger man's coffee mug, while Tim automatically handed his son the black pepper for his eggs.
Those small actions spoke more than if the two men had made and hung a neon sign. Their relationship was finally evolving into more. More than what it had been, mere days ago, when they arrived. Days ago, when they'd arrived, Jackson had worked out his son's feelings, almost straight away. Tim, on the other hand, had been harder to read. But that was because he had been run-down and exhausted. However, as time progressed, Tim became easier to read and the Gibbs family patriarch could see that the young man with the emerald eyes, returned his sons feelings.
Leroy looked up at him and smiled at his father. He greeted him with a smile, like it was an everyday occurrence that he and his lover graced Jackson's kitchen table, with their presence. "Good morning, Jack." Tim told him, noticing Jethro smile at the doorway. "What's the plan for the day, today?"
"Nothing." Jack grinned at him. "Had the store open for a bit this morning. Now, nothing but a little relaxing afternoon, sounds blissful. The next storm front should be rolling in around four."
"Dad, what do you want for dinner? Tim and I can whip up something easy. Or Tim could make something fancy with that gadget that you made the stew in." Jethro offered. He knew that his father liked traditional roast meats on Sundays, but with tomorrow being Christmas Eve, he'd always forego his usual meal, in favour of the holiday traditions.
"Dinner's done boys, I was just hoping that Tim could make some of the delicious broccoli he made the other night. As well as perhaps some potatoes, carrots and beans. Mrs Berry, next door sent over some her infamous lemon chicken, I thought you could grill it in the fireplace, Leroy. " Jackson replied to his son. He then told the boys that one of them had to phone Ducky, having a missed a call, earlier in the morning.
Jethro made the call to Ducky, fearing that Penny might still be trying to manipulate Tim after their argument. He had only caught Ducky's answering service. He left a brief message, for the good doctor to return his call.
Jackson picked up the book he was reading and settled into his beloved recliner, to read. Tim settled on the floor, by the coffee table, opened up his laptop and left a Skype message for Ducky too, before opening up a search engine. Jethro joined Tim on the floor, his own book in hand, snuggled behind the younger man. Tim had positioned himself in a way that Jackson couldn't see his laptop screen, before he quickly typed something into the search bar to show Jethro. Jethro read what Tim had typed, planning to get them started. He added the name of Wilkes-Barre, the closest city to them and hit enter. Clicking on the second listing he had found. Exactly the store he was looking for.
Together, the two men shopped online, at the adult superstore for anal plugs, and anything else that caught their eyes. Jackson had now dozed off in his recliner, as the lovers huddled close together and storm picked up outside, again.