A/N I appreciate the honest evaluation of this different style! It's fun to play with, but I don't think I'll make it the norm for my work or anything. I'm almost done with the rough draft, so I figured it was a good time to post chapter two.
Chapter Two
Gibbs
"Jesus Christ, Tim. Haven't you fucked anyone since we were together?" I asked, gasping as I pulled out. I had collapsed onto him, my legs jellied from the staggering orgasm and eventually realized he couldn't be comfortable with my weight on him, pressing him against his desk, his face buried in the dusty cords behind his monitor.
He stood and turned to face me, sitting heavily on the edge of the furniture. "Yeah, um, a few. Only one guy, though, and I topped," he said, shrugging. I blinked. I figured a kid like him would be an avowed bottom, but what the hell did I know? It wasn't like we'd been friends and we certainly hadn't spent a lot of time talking.
"Huh," I said noncommittally. I pulled off the condom and righted a wastebasket we'd knocked over then dropped it in. I kicked my shoes and socks off and got my pants free from the tangle around my ankles, removing them and folding them neatly on top of my shoes. I retrieved my shirts and did the same with them, then went back to the sofa and sat down, picking up the mug of coffee I'd made and taking a sip. "Which do you prefer?"
Tim was looking over his shoulder, staring at me from his perch on the edge of the desk. I raised my eyebrows, wanting an answer.
"Um... Topping was good, but you... Well, you're a hard act to follow, I think."
I rolled my eyes. "You don't have to flatter me. Always tell me the truth."
He smiled, and it lit his face. He still looked like an angel. A flushed and sweaty and well-fucked angel. Damn.
"Not flattery. Everyone before or since has been compared to you, and they've all come up short."
I smirked but shook my head. "You gotta find some better partners, kid."
McGee
"Don't call me kid," I said, feeling like I'd said it a thousand times. I pulled my pants up and fastened them. He might feel comfortable walking around naked, but I didn't. Why wouldn't he? He had a gorgeous body, especially for his age. I headed for the kitchen and got a glass of water and some paper towels. There was hot coffee in the carafe and I wondered how long he'd been here waiting for me. When I came back out, he was watching me with half-lidded eyes, and I felt my cock twitch. I cleaned the come off my desk and put my keyboard back in its place, then threw away the evidence. I turned back to him nervously. I was unsure where we were at now. We'd fucked, and he was naked, eyeing me like I was something to savor, and yet... He was technically my superior, even if he wasn't my actual boss, and he seemed to have come here to make a point.
When he beckoned me, I moved toward him. It was inevitable. I thought I would probably do anything for him, and that was a vaguely frightening thought. He took my hand and pulled me down beside him. I set my glass on the floor and looked at him uncertainly. His fingers twined with mine, and he reached out and stroked my face with his free hand before he gently drew me to him and we kissed. My heart seemed to stutter, then leap to a sprint. I almost wanted to cry at the tenderness of it. Then my eyes stung for a different reason when he spoke.
"This is just sex, Tim. I'm not trying to start a relationship. You got that?"
I looked away. I don't know what I was thinking this was, but some part of me longed for him and always had. I sighed. I'd take whatever he'd give me, and take it gladly, for as long as I could.
I nodded.
Gibbs
Aw, shit. I didn't want to crush his soul or something. I just couldn't let him think that fucking meant flowers and dates. We were both part of the same agency, and even with him out here in Norfolk, the reasons it would be a bad idea were too damned many.
His fingers tightened on mine and I looked at him to find him smoldering at me. I cocked my head at the change in his demeanor.
"But we have tonight - all night..." He said, his voice dropping. I couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, so take your damn pants off, Tim."
He stood up and pulled me with him, tugging my hand so I'd follow him deeper into the apartment, into the bedroom. I left my coffee and followed gladly, flopping onto his bed when he pushed me gently, scooting up to recline on the pillows and watch him strip down. My angel. And so young he was already hard again.
Hell yeah.
McGee
I crawled onto the bed and started kissing him. I figured I had nothing to lose, and if I was going to only have this time to remember, I was going to be fearless. I loved how his lips parted and his kiss grew languorous. My brain fuzzed out.
It wasn't long before he took control, rolling over on top of me and pinning me to my bed. I could hear little sounds, squeaks or whines or something, and even though I knew it was me making them, they still turned me on. When his rough hands moved between us and pinched my nipples, I almost screamed. I was throbbing, wanting him so bad I was ready to beg. Maybe I was begging, I'm not sure. He knew, though, whether I asked or not, and he moved down and started sucking me off and I could feel my whole body shake in sobs of pleasure.
"Ah! Oh, god, oh Lee - uh...uh... Agent Gibbs!"
Gibbs
I nearly laughed. I had my mouth wrapped around the kid's cock and he had the presence of mind to try to do as I'd said and call me by my title. I released him and looked up past the sandy colored bush and across that curving expanse of white skin. He whined that I'd stopped and finally looked down. His eyes were black, the irises no longer visible with how wide his pupils were dilated.
"Jethro. You can call me Jethro when we're in bed."
His frantic nod was accompanied by a tiny thrust of his hips, his body begging me to get back to it. I smiled and shook my head. I was just starting to recover, my cock chubbing, but I knew it would be at least a few more minutes until I was hard enough to fuck him. I wondered how many times I could make him come and returned to blowing him. God, that hot mouthful felt good. Four years ago, after our incredible few days together, I'd hit the gay bars a couple of times, but no one had drawn me like he did, and I'd only had women now for years. The musky smell of his sweaty crotch, that bitter taste as he leaked when I tongued his slit... How had I gone without this for so long? I found myself answering his higher pitched noises with my own groans. I mouthed his balls and slid my finger into him while I went back up to his cock and got serious.
"Oh! Ah, Jethro! Yes, oh fuck! Yes! Yes!" He cried, and it brought me back to full hardness. Jesus, the throaty, garbled sound of my name - my real name - on his lips was like a crazy aphrodisiac. I sucked hard and massaged him inside until he lost words and just wailed as he came in my mouth. Oh fuck! I scrambled for a condom.
McGee
I was still shaking and sweating through aftershocks from the best blowjob of my life when he pushed his cock into me and started fucking again. Oh god! I wasn't going to get a break, just more if him. This was it, what I remembered from before: endless ecstasy, pleasure that turned my brain to mush, bringing me to a primal, animalistic state. No one else had ever been like this! Was it his age? His experience? Some skill acquired through training with an ancient master?
Who cares?! It felt fucking great!
Gibbs
There! Oh shit, there was nothing, no one, like this. My perfect, sweet angel was writhing, bucking, his eyes rolled back... I felt like a god, pounding this boy into ecstatic oblivion. Tight, and hot, and slick, and so beautiful, his mouth working, trying to form words, but failing... He was crying, I could see the tears, but from too much pleasure rather than pain. Oh fuck... Jesus, he was getting hard again; oh youth!
I never wanted to stop. God... So good. I leaned down and bit him on the neck, low so his collar would cover it, but hard, marking him. Mine! My glorious, sexy angel!
So good! It went on and on, sweat pouring off of both of us, Tim sobbing my name, or part of it anyway, he was pretty incoherent. I groaned and grunted and just kept shoving into him, holding his thighs up... His face was so red, the flush down onto his neck and chest just making me want him more and more - endless. His hands were like claws on my sides, scrabbling when he lost purchase, and I could feel the scratches... I was gonna have to be careful for the next few weeks when I took my shirt off. I didn't want to explain those marks. But damn they felt good!
The tide was rising. I could feel myself getting closer, and I wanted him to come, too.
"Baby - Tim - angel - " I gasped, trying to get through to him. I kept trying, and eventually he opened his eyes. Oh shit! How could he possibly be any more attractive than he had been with his mindless head tossing, whining and crying out? Meeting my gaze with eyes glazed with lust and something more...
"Gonna come, angel, gonna fill you up," I growled.
"Yes! Yes! Jethro!"
McGee
I came without him touching my dick. How the hell was that even possible? But his eyes were burning like he had a fever, melting my soul, and I just exploded, convulsing as he thrust...three...four more times and he roared and I could feel him pulsing inside of me. I couldn't feel my hands, but I tried to just hang on as my body totally locked up.
We were suspended in time, between life and death, between instants, and I just wanted to stay there. God!
Oh fuck. I was never going to be the same. I was never going to have this again after tonight. He had changed me on some deeply personal level, and then he was going to leave. I started crying, and he wrapped me up close and just held me.
I didn't want this to end, ever. The sex was incredible, sure, but it was more. It felt like he was taking care of me, like I was safe and protected and everything was right. But it wasn't going to last. He was going to leave and I'd see him but not be able to touch him... Torture!
I cried harder, clinging to him, aching.
Gibbs
I held him, and it felt so good to be needed, to know that I had overwhelmed him completely.
When his breathing reduced from gulping sobs to hiccupping sniffles, I pulled out carefully and got rid of the condom, then drew him back against me and rubbed his back.
"You okay?" I asked. He looked up at me with those huge, vulnerable eyes, his eyelashes still spiked with tears. He had no filters in his expression, and I swallowed hard. I didn't want to see the sorrow, the shadows of past rejections, the infatuation. I couldn't make myself regret tonight, just like I'd never truly regretted our first time together, but I didn't want him hurt, either. I was torn. If I knew someone else had made this sweet kid feel like this, I'd kick their ass; since it was me doing it... I needed a drink.
"I - I know... It's only tonight. I get it. It's just... Jethro, no one has ever made me feel like this. You're... You're one hell of a lay," he said quietly. And fuck. He was trying to make me feel better, trying for levity when he obviously needed more caring. I kissed him and he snuggled down with his head on my chest. Damn, that felt so good.
I am such a selfish bastard.
McGee
My resolution to take whatever he could give me had faltered when he held me so tenderly, but I saw the look in his eyes and knew I couldn't ask him for more than he'd offered.
I rubbed my cheek against his chest, loving how it felt when the hair shifted, loving the smell of him, the feel of his hands on my shoulder and back. I sighed and tried to stay awake, to memorize each sensation, but I had come three times already, and I was so tired...
Gibbs
I felt him melt into sleep. God, what a sweet kid. I could hear his protest in my head 'Don't call me kid' and I smiled. There was something about him... My mind drifted, considering how I could keep him, a little bit on the side. The relationship I was in now had never been exclusive; she didn't see other people, though I'd had a few other dates and she knew it. Tim was all the way out here in Norfolk. I could get out here between cases, or meet somewhere between, just to fuck. That would be so great, just knowing he'd be there anytime I said, ready and willing and so amazingly sexy, wanting me... But that look. He already had a crush on me. I'd break his heart if we tried to just be lovers. Damn.
Sighing, I closed my eyes and just breathed him in. At least we had tonight, and I probably had one more in me. He might have two or three. The thought made me smile.
~~~NCIS~~~
Gibbs
I roused when I felt him breathe in sharply, waking. He felt so good snuggled up next to me, his head on my chest, his hand resting on my thigh... But this was just one night, I reminded myself. I wanted to say something, to try to help make up for hurting his feelings earlier.
"Why only three lovers in four years? Were they all big relationships?" I asked. I stroked my fingers up and down his back, relishing the smooth, tight skin and the soft fleshiness beneath.
"Um, no. Catherine... Catherine was. But I literally ran into Tara at a party one night and we just sort of clicked. Chemistry, or something. Tommy..." He sighed. "Tommy was a friend. He wasn't sure if he was gay and so he...we... Well, I was his great experiment. I think he got scared when he enjoyed it as much as he did..."
"He split, huh?"
"Yeah." Tim's voice was small, and sounded impossibly young. I squeezed him, hugging him, trying to be reassuring.
"Why not more, though? Don't you ask people out? You're gorgeous, it's not like they'd be likely to turn you down."
He stiffened. "You and my grandmother are the only people I've ever met who have said anything like that to me, Jethro. Two out of, what, thousands? Why should I believe it?" His tone was raw and pained, and I frowned. I took ahold of his chin and made him look at me.
"You look like an angel, Tim. That was the first thought I had when I saw you in that car. I find you beautiful and sexy and I know you're smart enough to put weight to my words. You. Are. Gorgeous."
He swallowed hard and blinked a lot, and I let him go so he could rest his head down again and get himself back under control.
"I...I have never had a lot of confidence that way," he finally said. I nodded.
"You need to try the shotgun effect."
"Hmm?"
"You ask every person who seems remotely interesting to you for their number, or lunch or a drink or a dance. Anything. You may get shot down some; don't take it personal. You'll get dates, you'll get experiences, and you'll gain confidence."
I felt him take a deep breath. Maybe he'd listen. Who could tell? Even if I couldn't have him, I wanted him to be happy.
McGee
"I can't believe I fell asleep. I don't want to miss out on a single moment with you," I confessed. He pulled me closer, and I ran my fingers across his body, up from his thigh, over his hip, trailing through his chest hair.
"We're on a case."
"I have plenty of experience with all-nighters. I just want more of you."
"You got me all night, kid, but tomorrow I need you sharp."
I growled at him calling me kid and turned my head and bit his nipple. I'd show him sharp...
He snarled back at me, and oh, man, I think I poked the bear...
He shoved me away, onto my back, and grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head with one of his, then reached for my cock. Fuck! His strong hand had me hard in a moment and he started stroking me.
I gasped. "J-Jethro - D-Don't call me ki -"
His tongue invaded my mouth and I was so done with words...
Gibbs
What a little shit! I almost laughed as he whimpered while I jacked him off, kissing him fiercely. That was so hot, those little noises I was swallowing. It had been less than hour since his last climax, and he was headed there again. Man, I wanted more and more of this kid, and he had it to give...
He cried out when he came, and I ran my hand up into it, coating my thumb then reaching down and pushing into him. He arched off the bed with another wail and immediately started humping onto it. God! Insatiable!
I bit my lip watching him writhe and couldn't help but reconsider. Was I truly going to have this one night be it? I knew I'd be dreaming of this for weeks...or years. He was just the most erotic picture of wanton desire, calling to me, and oh crap! He was looking at me again, licking his lips and...
McGee
He knew just how to keep my arousal going. I'd come once (well, four times now, but just once this round), and still had me at a fever pitch. When I looked at him and licked my lips I knew he was mine. Maybe just for tonight, but mine, now.
"Jethro..." I moaned. "I want you..."
I watched as the fire lit inside him again, or maybe just flared from where it had been banked, and he was kissing and sucking on my neck and chest - oh god - I could tell he was leaving marks and I welcomed them...
Gibbs
I wanted all of him. Every inch of that skin, every bead of sweat... I could taste his come as I licked across from one nipple to the other, and damn if it didn't have me starting to get hard again. I groaned, and he moved, shifting so I pulled my hand back, rolling on top of me and kissing me passionately. Those lips... His body, strong but soft... I never wanted to let him go.
We both gyrated our hips, but the urgency to fuck was lessened by our previous activities and we lay together for a long time just making out. He tentatively started exploring my neck and chest and sides like a real lover. When he buried his face in my armpit and started sucking on my skin, swirling the hair with his tongue, he found a hot spot no one else had ever discovered. Even me. I cried out involuntarily, my cock throbbing in response. My hips jerked hard and when he drew back to look at me, his face was suffused with a delighted grin. I laughed and kissed him.
McGee
It was a slow build, and I reveled in tasting every inch of his skin I could. I followed what turned me on, and finding the powerful, masculine musk under his arm, I instinctively worked it, wanting to devour that essence, and the sound he made when I did...! It was surprise and pleasure and so, so perfect.
Kissing him, feeling his hands all over my body... It was more than I could have hoped. I felt safe and appreciated and wanted. I shoved my regret that we would only have these stolen hours down except for the awareness that I had to hold onto every moment.
Straddling his hips, I knew we were headed toward inevitability when his hands gripped my ass and spread my cheeks. The cool night air of my apartment on the wet, lube-sticky heat of my crack made me shudder. When his fingers worked down to my hole and he spread me open, I nearly screamed at the overwhelming sensation. I froze, not daring to move, wanting him, so badly! I wanted to grind my cock against his belly, but his control over me was total as he held me like that, my ass sticking up and lewdly stretched open. I couldn't even breathe and I felt tears start sliding down my face.
"Jethro..." I choked.
Gibbs
The way he stilled like a statue when I pulled his ass up and started fingering him seemed strange, and when I realized he was crying again and he said my name, sounding terrified, I released the hard grip I had on him and wrapped my arms around his body instead. I drew him down beside me and held him, trying to soothe him. He was gasping and whining and goddamnit, I hadn't meant to hurt him! It had felt like all bets were off, and I'd just touched him however I wanted to. Why hadn't I considered how vulnerable that might make him feel?
"Why?" He finally said. I took a breath to try to explain. "Why'd you stop? Fuck! Jethro, I need you..." He moaned. "I need you inside me. I need your fingers or your cock or or or - "
Shit! He'd liked that?! I barked a laugh and smothered his words with my tongue. Reaching for the nightstand, I retrieved a condom and the lube. Slicking my fingers, when I put my hand between us he fell back and eagerly opened his legs for me, never letting go or stopping kissing me. I smiled into his lips and pushed two fingers into him, feeling him shudder. I went slow, making sure I gave good pressure on his sweet spot until he was mewling into my mouth, his body quaking uncontrollably. I found myself humping his hip and decided it was time.
Putting a condom on with one hand was a skill I'd long ago mastered and it was definitely part of my arsenal. Keeping a lover in a heightened state until I was ready to mount up was like a stealth attack, and got me a great reaction every time. I got our bodies rearranged, pushing his near thigh up and shifting down so I could replace my fingers with my own aching hard-on. On my side, him mostly on his back, I got under him enough so that my shallow thrusts were still nailing him good. We couldn't kiss anymore in this position, but I could play with his cock and balls and pinch his nipples; best yet, I could watch him and listen to his reactions.
His hair was dark with sweat, plastered onto his forehead, and he was beautiful, so beautiful. His cries were hoarse after all this time, and he was sobbing affirmatives and my name, interspersed with inarticulate whines when I touched a sensitive spot. I felt like a maestro and his body my masterpiece. With his tight heat on my cock I was over the moon. I wanted this to last forever.
Cupping his balls gently, I gasped when he looked at me. He was wildly ecstatic, but there was this heartbreaking longing in his eyes as well. My gut clenched as he kept his gaze trained on me, and he turned so he could rest his fingers on my cheek.
McGee
All my determination to just enjoy the sex crumbled when I looked into his eyes. I was head over heels for him; he was such a perfect blend of strength and gentleness, power and protectiveness. The addition of this new experience with him to our previous encounter was exactly what I needed to latch onto him as all I wanted in the world.
"Jethro..." I moaned. He moved, laying on top of me, and I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down so I could kiss him. When he broke away, he stared into my eyes and something in him answered me, answered my loneliness, my need for love, my desire to comfort and care for a special someone.
"Tim...oh, Tim..." He sighed. I squeezed my body on his hardness, scared that I had freaked him out and that he was going to stop. I arched and pushed onto him, gasping when he responded and thrust deep. He kept his eyes open, kept watching me, and I could feel I was close to coming again, just from that heated gaze. He snapped his hips forward, and I cried out. I grabbed his shoulders and struggled to hold out.
"Oh, Jethro! I'm gonna... Oh god, yes! Jethro! Yes! Yes!"
Gibbs
He was there, right on the edge, and staring into me like he was drinking my soul, consuming me. He was perfection; oh, my angel! My sweet, sweet angel...
He screamed almost soundlessly and threw his head back and I felt him flooding wetly between our bodies and he was tight and rippling on my cock and I gave two, three more thrusts and came so hard my vision whited out and I froze, deep in his hot body, spasms shaking my entire existence.
Yes! My angel!
McGee
I tried to calm myself as he lay on top of me, but I kept choking on sobs. It was just all so much, too much. I knew this was it, that the hours we had were nearly done and I wanted more; not just more sex, but more of him. I had all these feelings about him and I wanted a chance to see if it could be something but he'd said no. Everyone did; I lost Tommy and Tara took off when a good-looking slim guy crooked his finger and oh god, Catherine: I fell so in love with her and she'd split when I said it and everyone left me. Why couldn't anyone stay? Was I somehow unlovable?
"Hey," he said. I didn't realize he'd raised his head and he was frowning and I didn't want to ruin it and I bit my lip - "Hey, shh, Tim. You're okay, angel," he said, and he gently wiped my tears and stroked my forehead and cupped my cheek. "It's okay, baby." His eyes were mesmerizing: luminous blue and filled with tenderness. I was afraid he was ready to get up and leave, and I wanted to ask if that's what was about to happen but if there was any chance he was staying, even for a few more minutes, I didn't want to ruin it so I just stared at him and hoped.
Gibbs
He wanted me. Not just sex. And part of me wanted to give in but fuck, the reasons were all still there why it just couldn't be. How could I tell him in a way that wouldn't break him? He was so vulnerable...
"You're okay," I repeated. He started shaking his head.
"But I'm not. Jethro... I'm so lonely," he whispered. I didn't know what to say so I kissed him and stroked his face some more. It seemed to help, easing the pain in his eyes.
"Tim, you're so young, babe. You'll find someone. I know you will."
"But not...you?"
I could tell he knew the answer but I shook my head. "Better. Way better'n me."
He sighed and seemed resigned if not appeased. I kissed him again and gently pulled out and rolled over. I tossed the condom and grabbed a tissue from his nightstand, reaching back to wipe his chest off. I tried to clean mine, too but I knew getting half-dried come out of my chest hair would be easier in the shower. I'd just leave it til then. I threw the tissue out and turned back to him. His expression was childlike, and lit up like Christmas when I opened my arms for him.
He burrowed close to me, his weight and bulk and warmth were so peaceful, and man, I hadn't felt this content in...too long. His breath hitched a few more times, but I just hugged him tighter, and before long he fell into an exhausted sleep.
~~~NCIS~~~
A/N I got a little sidetracked reading other people's stuff this last week, so I'm sorry for the delay. I'm hoping for a shorter wait before I post the next chapter. I love those reviews, folks! They mean the world to me. Thank you!