A/N This last chapter was hard to complete. I hope ya'll like it. It went dark and angsty to the point where I changed the genre. Sorry if you actually wanted humor; it wasn't meant to be in this one. I'm not totally satisfied with how it came out, but I really want to get going on other things, and I swore I wouldn't leave you hanging.
Chapter Four
McGee
I paced the debarkation area, waiting for Kate and Gibbs arrival on the Coast Guard boat that was their last leg returning from the Philadelphia. I'd called DiNozzo to let him know I was taking care of picking them up; he hadn't cared, too caught up in plans for his date with the redhead from personnel. It made me a little nervous that he'd be in Norfolk while I was trying to seduce his boss, but the likelihood that we'd run into him was really slim; Norfolk is a populous town, and the places I wanted to take Jethro – Gibbs – weren't trendy date-spots like Tony probably frequented. I had plans, and hopes for another endless night of passion, but as I strode up and down the pier, my mind kept drifting back to four years ago...
He was heroic, swooping in and rescuing me. Then when we stopped to get some sleep and there was only one room... It was like fate had wanted us to be together.
I lay there in my boxers and t-shirt, unable to sleep with the gorgeous man in the next bed. He'd been kind and funny as we drove, and he'd made it seems like it wasn't a big deal to share a room when the motel was full. I'd had to concentrate on every erection-withering idea I had to get from the bathroom to my bed with him in the room, and I didn't dare masturbate now, so I tried miserably to rest. It was an hour after we'd bid each other good-night, and I had finally started to doze when I heard the susurration of skin in skin as he started to beat off. It was agony; I was hard as a rock and wanting him so bad...
"You could join me," he said. It was so quiet that if I hadn't been straining to hear every breath, each stroke, it wouldn't have even woken me.
"O-o-over there, or just...by myself?" I asked in a breathy whisper.
"Come here," he said, his voice like velvet, and oh my god, I did. We spent two days in that room, and when we finally left, I thought my ass would never be the same.
I could see the spotlight from the boat coming in and I let it bring my focus back to the present.
Gibbs
He kept it together pretty well when he picked us up. I stayed casual when he drove to our motel and we dropped Kate off before we left, ostensibly to take me to the company sedan I'd left at the Norfolk office. A few blocks on he pulled over and sat in silence as the car idled. I waited patiently, wanting him to suggest we spend the night together but unsure if that's what he was trying for.
"Could I, um, ask a favor? Or just advice maybe?" He asked. Not what I expected.
"Sure," I said. I was hoping he was going to ask for another night of screwing, but that wasn't the vibe I was getting.
"I, um, I have a lunch date with Abby tomorrow," he said. He kind of peeked at me sideways and I kept my face straight even when my stomach dropped. Jesus, why Abby? Why someone I knew? She'd certainly be good for him, open his experience, but damn… "And Agent DiNozzo... He mentioned that maybe, uh, having a tattoo might, um, give me a better shot at her. So, um, there's a shop... Would you, uh, come with me?"
McGee
I finally looked at him full on and my heart rate increased just seeing that gorgeous face. Unfortunately, he was looking pretty inscrutable, and I bit my lip.
"You wanna get a tattoo," he said, his voice flat. I cleared my throat and nodded. "To impress Abby."
"Not just, uh, her. It's kinda more of a thing... So I've been thinking about your shotgun effect suggestion, and I kinda realized that I've been thinking pretty narrowly about the type of person I might want to spend my life with."
He raised his eyebrow and I took that to mean he was listening.
"When I think of my future, the idea of who might share it with me is pretty...vanilla. I'm usually attracted to just the most ordinary kind of -"
His eyes narrowed and got that laser look.
"N-not you. Obviously. But that - that's kinda what I mean. You're the best I've ever had, and you're pretty far outside the box, you know?"
His mouth twisted a little and I could tell he was flattered. I smiled at that cocky expression. God, he was so handsome!
"So something like a tattoo would help me remember to keep an open mind about people. Might make me a little more attractive to those sorts, too. Does that... Does that make any sense?"
Gibbs
He was such a thinker. It was one of those things that made him even more attractive. I could imagine discussing things with him, really having great conversations and figuring out where he stood on all kinds of topics...
But those were dangerous thoughts.
"Where are you gonna put it?" I asked instead.
"Well I don't want to see it so often I get to where I don't notice it. I want it to remind me every time to keep thinking more openly. So, uh, my ass. Or hip, maybe."
I tried not to groan. Just the mention of his ass sent my thoughts to dark, sensual places. "What design?"
"Um... Well, uh -" He hesitated and blushed. I waited. "See, my mother died in childbirth with me, and I love my stepmom, I mean, she's just my mom, y'know? She raised me. So, um, kinda to honor both of them I was thinking 'mom', with angel wings."
I couldn't help but wonder if me calling him angel might have contributed to the design as well, but I let that thought lie.
"Yeah. I'll go."
McGee
It didn't hurt as much as I thought it was going to. Having Gibbs there with me probably had some endorphins going, but in any case, it wasn't too bad. I paid and we went back to my car.
"Thank you for coming with me," I said. He just nodded and I started worrying. "Um, I guess I should take you to your car now." He grunted ascent and my stomach twisted. I'd hoped...
When we got to the nearly empty parking lot outside my office, and I pulled up beside his car, he didn't get out right away. My hopes rose and I threw caution aside.
"The aftercare for my tat was to wash it, um, and rub some stuff on it. Would, uh, would you help me with that?"
He looked at me, his face unreadable, and eventually, I lowered my eyes. Of course. He'd had what he wanted, and now…
"One more night," he said softly, and I stared in surprise.
"Yeah? Really?"
He chuckled, but I didn't feel like he was mocking me, just… I don't know, maybe sharing the feelings of joy that overwhelmed every other sense I had? I don't know, but I was glad.
"I'll follow you back to your place," he said, and got out of the car.
Gibbs
What was I doing? I wasn't good for him. I was indulging myself in the worst possible way. But he wanted it. He wanted me. I've always found that an attractive attribute. The hell with caution. He wanted it, I wanted it, and even though he looked like a seventeen year old, he was a grown man, fully capable of making his own decisions and his own mistakes. I was going to give him a night to remember. And I'd have the memory, too. It was something we'd always share. And I firmly ignored the fact that I wanted to share more than this with him, but I'd take what I could get.
The drive to his apartment was mercifully short, and the moment the door closed, I was on him, pushing him against it, kissing him hard, plundering his mouth. He tasted so good. A little sweet, like he'd eaten a candy, but fresh and clean. And those lips! God, his lips moved like they were dancing. I shoved his overcoat off of him, and started sucking down the side of his neck as I unbuttoned his shirt. His hands were holding my sides, under my clothes, though I didn't remember feeling him untuck my polo or undershirt. There was so much strength in him as he gripped me, not squeezing tight and desperate, just holding me steady, like support. When I got the last button free, I slid the fabric off of him, savoring the sight of his skin, perfect and white, appearing before me. His warm hands slid up, and I raised my arms and let him strip my upper body bare. His eyes raked my flesh as mine had his, and I knew he was loving what he saw just as I loved how he looked. I wanted to taste every inch of that pale chest. I wanted to hear him moan…
"I'm giving you a back rub first, kid," I informed him. I needed to slow things down, and it would give me chance to memorize his body. The look he gave me was exasperated, but he didn't voice his protest, he just sighed. I slid my hand down his arm and threaded my fingers with his, then drew him toward his bedroom.
McGee
I stopped him in the doorway. I needed to ask him for something, but I didn't know how to say it. I knew I couldn't bear it if he started giving me advice on dating while we were in bed together like he had the other night. I wanted this to be the start of something, and I knew it wasn't going to be, but the only way I could wrap my brain, or really, my heart, around this, was to convince myself he really wanted to be with me. Of the handful of people I'd slept with, I had never really felt like they just wanted me. Tara loved orgasms. Tommy wanted the experience. Catherine…I don't know what she wanted, but in the end, it wasn't me. The couple of girls I'd slept with before that night when I was at MIT hadn't been looking for anything special. I needed to believe that Gibbs thought I was special. Even if I was fooling myself.
"I know you don't want—" me, I thought, but didn't say it, "—a relationship, but do you think that tonight…tonight maybe we, um, maybe we… Can I pretend that…" I looked down, mortified that I couldn't even say the words.
He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet that stunning blue-eyed gaze. I swallowed hard and he raised his eyebrows, compelling me silently to continue.
"Just tonight, can I pretend you're…mine?" I whispered, flushing deeply with shame at my neediness, the pathetic desire I'd just admitted to.
Gibbs
Christ on crutches! How could he not see how bad I wanted him? I felt like it must be written all over my face, but those big eyes just stared at me, begging. He could probably demand anything from me, and I'd do it, but all he was asking was this.
"Tim," I said, "tonight, I am yours." I could hear how rough my voice sounded, but it was a bald truth, and it was exactly what he wanted to hear. He looked at me like he'd just won the fucking lottery. I knew I was no prize, but he seemed to think so, and I was in no state to argue. I kissed him, and he threw his arms around me and squeezed hard. It felt damn good. I held him back just as tight, slowly exploring his mouth, our tongues swirling together.
He was losing himself in the moment, and I felt my own caution crumble. I wanted to pretend just like he was; if I could come home to these kisses, this sweet, warm embrace and the powerfully hot sex, I was tempted to throw it all away.
Tim snuggled his body closer to me and started nuzzling my neck. His soft hands ran up and down my back, and he was sealed up tight against me from knees to neck. God! He was intoxicating. I tightened my grip on his back and slid my hand down to grab his ass. He flinched slightly when I touched the sensitive, recently tattooed spot on his hip, and I cupped the fuller, fleshy cheeks instead, and he slowly started humping my hip. A tremor ran through me. Fuck the backrub. I was gonna nail him to the mattress.
McGee
My body was moving on its own, rubbing against him, begging to get a move on, to get naked, to feel him. I'd gotten myself completely empty and clean so I was ready for anything he wanted to do. And I wanted everything from him, every experience, every sensation. I let my short fingernails trace his spine, and with a grunt, he shoved me toward the bed. I went eagerly, dropping onto my back and waiting breathlessly. He stared down at me and I was mesmerized. Long moments passed, then he suddenly moved and stripped my pants off, carefully peeling my underwear over my new tattoo, but quickly taking my shoes, socks, everything off, until I lay there naked, still entranced by him: his movement, his gaze.
He climbed on top of me, and the feel of his pants still covering him, skidding against my bare thighs, made me shudder. I gasped, whining a little. I wanted him right now, in every possible way.
Gibbs
I was going to take it slow. Back rub, maybe a shower; put that cream or whatever on his tattoo, kiss him until he couldn't see straight. I really planned on taking it slow. Then he made that little whimper, and I couldn't stand it a minute longer.
I smashed my lips against his, plunging my tongue into his mouth, rutting our pelvises together. An eager moan tore out of me. I was lost in the taste of him, the soft feel of him. I wanted in him, and soon.
"Tim, baby, I wanna fuck you, now... Can't wait. Gotta have you…" I groaned.
"Yes! Yes!" His voice was barely a breath against my lips. I felt his arm snake out to one side and then he was pushing against my chest. I looked down and was swept with relief when I saw lube and a condom packet. I took them from his shaking hand and set them by his hips. No matter how desperate I was, I was going to make it great for him, too. I slid down and nosed his sack, then licked and sucked his balls while I unfastened my pants, kicked my shoes onto the floor, then shucked the rest of my clothes off. When I got my attention back on him, I paused to watch and listen to him. He was tossing his head on the pillow, and moaning my name. Fuck! That was so hot.
I grabbed the lube and condom.
McGee
He started fingering me and I thought I was gonna lose it. He hadn't touched my dick and I was ready to erupt. As fun as it had been with to top Tommy, I doubted I'd ever want anything but bottoming with Jethro. If we ever got to do this after tonight. That thought sobered me, and I looked down at him, catching him watching my face. My hips kept moving on their own, rocking on the fingers inside me, but I just stared, reminded that this was it. He looked up and met my eyes. As much as I wanted to hide what I was feeling, it was useless. I could see him reading my expression, and I felt a flash of fear. It was unfounded, and I stared in all at the complex amalgam of emotions I could see in his gorgeous eyes. Lust, gentleness, compassion, and I thought I saw a deep sadness along with a towering strength. He tilted his head and finally gave a roguish half smile and a wink. He crooked his finger inside me and licked my cock from the base to the tip, swirling his tongue around the wet head where I'd been leaking.
"Jethro!" I nearly screamed. I wasn't going to last but another minute with his mouth on me. But he knew that, too; he shifted up and I pulled my legs up, folding in half, so ready for him that I was in position and spread open like a total slut in an instant. He didn't seem to mind, and when I felt him breach my opening, sliding home in one move, I think I did scream.
Gibbs
Oh that sound. A wail or some kind of drawn-out yelp… Everything he did made me want him more. I closed my eyes for a long moment, regret that our time together was so limited, then I gave myself a mental smack and focused back on now. This instant. This night. I had a lifetime ahead to lament, now was the time to revel.
He was just as hot and tight as I remembered. I wanted to make it last, but I was too far along. I set up a punishing rhythm, shoving deep, hunched over him, starting to sweat. I rested on my elbows, then slid my hands under his back so I could grab his shoulders and hold him steady as I fucked him hard, digging my fingers in, noticing the marks on the shoulder I'd mashed two nights before. He didn't mind, though. He'd lost words; he was vocalizing mindlessly with every thrust. I could feel his hard-on against my belly, and I was pretty sure he was going to come any moment. It was going to take me over the edge, too, I knew it, so I snapped my hips harder and faster, squeezing my eyes shut and concentrating on the heat and friction and the rolling feeling of sliding in and out of his beautiful body. So good!
McGee
I had never heard myself make such guttural, animalistic sounds! But I had also never been fucked like that. It was the most base, pure experience of my life. Him…and me…joined completely, like we were one being, and the buildup was both of us, piling ecstasy on ecstasy until the pressure, that incredible desire, was just agonizing… Tightening like a spring…coiling… Ready… Reaching… Almost… Almost… Any moment…
YES!
Gibbs
"Fuck…" I grunted.
He came and tightened like a fist, and his pumping out a heavy spray of come, his voice wailing, his angel face screwed up and red and perfect was too much. I collapsed onto him, straining in the eternal moment of orgasm, my entire awareness encompassed in my cock, buried in him, surrounded, enveloped…cherished.
Everything went white.
~~~NCIS~~~
McGee
He was heavy on top of me, and I was uncertain if he was even conscious. The weight felt good, but I really needed to stretch my legs out. I shifted slightly and at least got my heels back onto the mattress. Catherine had made me do yoga with her, and I'd taken it up again after Tommy and I started trying to be intimate, just so I'd be ready for this kind of situation. I was glad I'd kept limber enough for this much knees-at-my-ears sex.
Once I was more comfortable, I was able to wrap my arms around Jethro, and I did. He still had his arms under me, and I was pretty sure he'd need to move soon or have them fall asleep under the full weight of my body, but it felt so good that I selfishly wanted to stay this way for a long time. I felt completely embraced, and it was the most precious feeling I'd had in years. I felt desired and wanted and... Loved. Even if just for this moment, I let myself claim the word in my thoughts. I felt loved by Jethro Gibbs.
Gibbs
It was such a stunning orgasm that I just lay there for a long while. Everything with this kid was just so intense. Maybe it was the time limit, the stolen pleasure, but it made for some amazing sex. He dropped his legs and hugged me, and the sweetness of the gesture warmed my heart. But it also set up an uneasiness in me, because I knew what he was feeling, knew what he thought he wanted. And for damn sure I wasn't the one to give it to him: I sucked at relationships. And this passionate, emotional man was never going to settle for less than the real deal. At least he wasn't going to settle if I had anything to say about it.
Abby wouldn't be the one, but she'd be a good experience for him nonetheless. Selfishly, I was relieved that I knew her well enough to know that there was no way she'd commit to a real relationship, not even with someone as incredible as Tim. She'd be a good way to keep tabs on him for a while, though. After that, I'd have to get creative to watch out for him.
Shit. I was planning a future for him and I wasn't even intending to be a part of it. Yet I couldn't imagine saying good-bye the following day and never knowing what had happened to him. Damnit. How did I end up like this?
McGee
When he finally roused and moved, his face was a closed-off mask as he silently rose and went to the bathroom. A wave of cold crashed over me, and I thought I was going to puke. What had I done wrong? Was it how I'd wantonly thrown myself into sex? But I knew he enjoyed it!
My mind was in a tail-chasing spiral of uncertainty and fear when he returned. A warm washcloth was in his hand and he wiped my belly off, then wiped away the inevitable stickiness as well. The look on his face was different when he cleaned my body than it had been when he got up, but I still couldn't tell what the hell was going on. It was like the whole situation had gone from dream come true (for one night, anyway) to surreal, and I had no idea what to make of it. He tossed the washrag toward the bathroom and settled on the bed next to me. I watched him warily, but he just slid one arm under my neck and put his other across my chest.
"You okay?" He asked. I frowned.
"Are you?"
His smile was gentle and sad. "I'm having a great time. You're thinking too much."
"Uh-huh. I am," I said incredulously. "And you're what…coasting? Something changed… Wh-what's…why are you… I don't understand."
He ghosted his hand across my forehead, smoothing my hair, and it was such a soothing gesture my eyes slid closed. A second caress, and I forgot what I'd asked him. Two more, and I drifted to sleep.
Gibbs
I had to get my shit together. If I was going to stay through the night and screw him repeatedly, I needed to get my head in it. But as I lay there and watched him doze, I found myself reconsidering yet again. What was it about this boy that made me act totally out of character? I was decisive. My way or the highway. I'd decided we weren't going to get into a relationship, that we were just going to fuck this night away, and now I was having to convince myself yet again why it wasn't a good idea. I sighed, and he stirred in response to my agitation. I stroked his forehead, and he settled. It was such a child-like response, and it helped harden my resolve.
Tonight. That was it.
He slept for about an hour, then woke and turned to me, smiling that adorable little smile. I kissed him lightly.
"You got any coffee?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'll make you some. C'mon," he replied, and climbed out of bed. He hadn't been this at ease being naked in front of me two nights ago, so I decided we'd made progress as I followed him out, enjoying the slight jiggle of his ass as he walked. The light bandage over his tattoo was hanging askew, and I caught his arm.
"We should take care of that," I gestured at it. He agreed and we went together into the bathroom. I helped him remove the bandage and put the goo he had for it gently on the sensitive skin. I couldn't help but fondle his butt cheek when I was done, and he grinned at that and drew me into his arms. We started kissing, and things began heating up again. I cleared my throat. "Coffee," I demanded, disengaging. I was running on a few hours of broken sleep on the way back from the Philadelphia on various transports, and I needed the caffeine.
After a cup and a half, he was done waiting and started running his hands over me. I had told him I was his for the night, so I figured he was entitled. It felt really damn good, too. He had soft fingers that seemed to be reading my skin like braille. I set my mug down and pushed off from where I was leaning against his kitchen counter, pulling him against me and kissing him. His smooth skin felt so good. I slid my hands down and palmed his ass again, kneading it, and I heard him groan. I sucked on his tongue and a shudder passed through me.
McGee
I moaned as he shifted his hips and I could feel his hardness against mine. I couldn't believe he was already ready for another round. He was the older guy! He continued to kiss me as he led me across the room, only breaking off when he sat down on my little sofa. I stared dumbly at him, panting. That crooked, cocky half-smile nearly made my knees give way. He took ahold of my hips and turned me around. It was almost a relief to not look at him. Every time I stared into his eyes, I felt like the world stopped, like I was in a totally different realm. I heard him moving behind me, the telltale sound of a condom wrapper being opened, then he spoke.
"Sit on me," he ordered. His voice was rough again, and I now had enough experience with him to know it was desire that made it so. His hands gripped my hips to steady me as I bent over and started to lower myself. When I felt the heat of him against my crack, one hand moved onto the small of my back to steady me while the other lined up his cock with my ass. My legs were trembling, less from strain than from need. Need to be filled, to have him back in me. I sank down and heard my voice exhale in a long, drawn-out cry. Perfect, so perfect! Jethro, hard and deep and close. Yes!
Gibbs
I pulled on his hips again, getting him to settle fully on my lap, then I wrapped my arms around him and just relished the moment.
Oh, so hot! Tight and rippling and oh fuck, he smelled so good. I just wanted to stay like this, forever. But I felt his hard-on bob against my hand, and the sounds he was making! Oh God. I gripped his cock and gave a good thrust up, and he just started sobbing in pleasure, my name, over and over. It was the best sound I'd heard in a long, long time.
It was a bit of a strain to move and push into the full weight of him sitting on my lap, so I knew we'd have to change position soon, but he felt so amazing! I decided he was going to come like this, then we'd shift. I licked the broad expanse of his back, tasting his sweat and started jacking him.
McGee
I couldn't move. I self-consciously wanted to brace myself somehow to keep my full weight from crushing him, to hold his thighs or the arms of the couch or something, but he had me spellbound. His hardness, deep inside me, filling - fulfilling, and his powerful hand wrapped around my cock; I just sat there and trembled.
He started a slow rhythm, a few strokes on my hard-on, then a bumping thrust from his hips.
"Jeth - Jethro! Oh god! Oh fuck! Yes, yes! Jethro!" I moaned mindlessly, crying out when he bucked. He was licking my back, and I could feel the stubble from his chin. I wanted to see him, wanted to kiss him until that stubble left my face raw, but he was in total control so I just let him have me; I let him become my entire existence.
…So far inside me I imagined I could nearly taste the latex. His hand… The callouses, skimming over my shaft, then his palm giving a twist to stimulate my glans. It was bizarre, not being able to see him, just feel every move he made, completely focused on me.
"Ah! God! So good! Jeth-ro…ah!" His hand moving faster on my cock, as well as him filling me up, nudging me from below, had me panting. I was going to come, I couldn't stop it. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the tremendous pleasure coursing through me like a current, setting my whole body to tingling. But soon all that stimulation returned to center, and my awareness became intent on my pelvic region. "Oh – oh – oh!"
Gibbs
I felt it when he let go; when he surrendered completely, and his trust in me made my heart ache. It was such a beautiful gift, and it made me want to be worthy of it. I concentrated on the hand job, listening to his responses, feeling how his ass clenched with certain movements, and I started to speed up. The curved cock in my hand, skin slick with the lube I'd retained from applying it to my own while he'd stood there and waited for me; it thickened and I could feel his heartbeat in it when I cupped the head and squeezed a little before resuming my strokes.
"Je - oh - ah - fu - Je - Je - " His vocalizations became monosyllabic, and I grinned, or bared my teeth, anyway. The pitch rose, and he grew impossibly tighter on my cock, making me groan. He felt so fucking good! His back arched and he gave the most incredible sound as he came, his hot canal nearly vibrating, come jetting from the warm rod in my fist. I closed my eyes tight and tried to memorize it. It was a moment I never wanted to forget.
McGee
The way he played my body like an instrument was so much more, so much better than any other lover. I wanted it to last forever, but his hand moved like he was reading my mind and I came and it seemed to go on forever and be over in an instant. Was he a Time Lord with mastery over the minutes and seconds? All I could think was that he was a god and I was the luckiest mortal ever. Then when it was over I was shaking and he held me and soothed me and I wanted to tell him what he meant to me, but even though we were pretending like tonight was just another night, it was really the last night, and if I said those things I'd break when it was morning and he said goodbye.
Gibbs
I'd planned on changing positions and continuing to pound that sweet ass, but when he finished coming, he was shaking so hard and I could feel him trying not to cry. I gripped his waist and pushed him up so I could pull out, then I made him turn sideways on my lap and I held him. He buried his face in my neck, curling his tall frame into a ball, and I felt the sobs he suppressed so that they made his chest jerk.
"It's okay, Tim. You can cry. It's okay," I whispered. He finally shed a few tears, but it only lasted a minute once he let it out. I cupped the back of his head and waited.
"I'm sorr-"
"Uh-uh. Don't apologize. It's okay to be vulnerable, to be overwhelmed. Like you said," I smiled a little as he blinked at me. "I'm a hell of a lay."
McGee
I burst out laughing. He knew exactly what I needed, in every moment. It was wonderful, and it was horrible, knowing it was going to end. I wiped my face off and kissed him, slowly. I knew he hadn't come, and I could feel his erection still firm against my hip. Suddenly, I wanted him to regret this being over tonight as much as I did. I slid off his lap and dropped to my knees in front of him. I removed the condom, and with a smile, wrapped my lips around him.
Tommy and I had messed around with more than anal sex, and the two girls I'd slept with had blown me upon occasion; so I used everything I could think of or recall to make it spectacular. I was glad I'd practiced with Tommy when I deep-throated him and he actually cried out as I made a swallowing motion. I'd only ever heard him moan or groan or grunt, not the ecstatic cry he made each time I backed off, swirled my tongue, then went deep again until I needed to breathe. I was unsure if he'd want any penetration, but I figured I was safe if I massaged his prostate from his perineum. When I found the spot and carefully pressed, he actually yelled!
Gibbs
Fuck! He sucked cock like a goddamn pro! He'd been good before, enthusiastic and intuitive, but what he was doing tonight was amazing. Jenny had spent time undercover as a high-end call girl with an oral specialty, but even she hadn't made me feel like this. I'm not noisy in bed. I enjoy listening to my partner rather than being a chorus or competing, but when he added that pressure behind my balls, I let out a fucking roar! Jesus Christ! My vision was getting dark and I was shaking like turbulence in a hurricane. It felt so damn good. I didn't want to come yet, but I could barely bring myself to stop him. I gasped and hollered and oh fuck I was about to blow! When everything tightened up and I knew I was an instant from no return, I pushed his head back and grabbed his wrist. I lay there against the back of his little sofa panting and sweating, waiting it out for nearly a minute before I felt like I could move at all without coming.
I opened my eyes and looked down at my angel and found him smirking; the biggest smile I'd ever seen plastered on his face. I started laughing, and he joined me, then I stood up and helped him to his feet. I led him to the bedroom and grabbed another condom. I fucked him senseless in every position I could get our bodies into: bent over his dresser, standing in the doorway, him on top, from behind, laying perpendicular…
What a night!
~~~NCIS~~~
Gibbs
I could feel him tense when he woke. The light in the room was just beginning to change; we still had a few of hours before I needed to head out, but I knew that he, like I, was feeling our time together relentlessly ticking away. He tilted his head up and didn't seem surprised that I was awake. He took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh, then leaned up and offered himself for a kiss. No way I was refusing that.
We took our time. I knew that if I could get one more climax tonight I'd be doing great, and I ruefully figured he might have a couple left in him, even after he'd come three times earlier. I kissed him sensuously, swirling my tongue in his mouth, sucking his into mine, tracing his lips with my tongue, even nibbling carefully on that pouty bottom one. I let my fingers play over his warm skin, trying to soak him up. I was going to hold these memories as some of the most wonderful in my life. Certainly the best experience I'd ever had with a man.
When I slid into him again, our eyes locked and I moved slowly, exacting every twinge of sensation from both of us. His whole body trembled under me, and his mouth hung slack at he gazed up at me. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
McGee
This was really it; our last time. I tried to drink in every nerve-firing in every split second. Him, hard and deep, slipping so slowly in and out, making every part of me feel like he was inside me. His eyes were like an ocean I was adrift upon, also enfolding me. He was in me, and around me; he was everything. I arched my neck, needing his lips, wanting more…more. He leaned down and softly set his mouth on mine, and I breathed in as he exhaled, taking even my air from him. We had our eyes open, and I shuddered deeply when he sucked that same breath back out of me into him. Sharing our essential existence, I lost track of every other part of the world around me; there was just me and Jethro, entwined and unified.
Gibbs
He cracked me open and pulled my soul into him, replacing it with his own. There was no Tim and Jethro, just us, one creature, and I shuddered with the experience. His innocence and inherent goodness washed away decades of sin and pain. If we could just stay like this, I could be reborn into another man; undeserved, I could have another chance at life and love and happiness…
Spots danced across my vision, and I broke our shared breath and sucked in fresh air. The walls between us as individuals slammed back into place as I gasped, and I started moving again, harder, back into the physical experience with him, away from the dangerous spiritual freakiness and into visceral pleasure once more.
It was just sex.
Just sex.
Just sex.
McGee
What had happened? We were one being, then he was fucking me again, his eyes hooded, his mouth demanding, tongue ravishing. My body betrayed me, still wracked with ecstasy, and after a time, I nearly forgot that moment we'd had, the opportunity that had risen before us for something pure and perfect but that had vanished in an instant like a leaf in a strong wind.
Jethro, long and rigid inside me, his hand again wrapping around my cock to draw every iota of rapture from my body. Our movements rose to a frenzy, and I arched and writhed mindlessly.
When I came it was everything, all we'd shared, flashing through my mind in those moments, images flickering to settle on a memory of his face lit with a half-smile, eyes sparkling… Then my awareness faded to black.
Gibbs
It could have been one of the best orgasms ever, but it ended up being one of the worst. I made sure he flew like Icarus, but I only felt the most bitter little shudder as I filled the condom. I felt the urge to cry, to jump up and smash the furniture, to scream in rage at how I'd had a chance at bliss and turned away. But I just grit my teeth and held Tim instead. All I was worth was what I'd given him. I wasn't worthy of what he'd offered. I'd take care of him as best I could from now on, but he wasn't mine and never would be.
I resolutely crammed this memory into a box and pad-locked it, dumping it into the deepest, blackest hole in my soul. It had plenty of company down there.
Deliberately shifting my attention, I looked at the clock. I needed to get going soon, so I gently kissed Tim back to awareness, giving him my best morning-after smile. A world of hurt rippled across his eyes, then he smiled back and nodded to me.
McGee
We didn't talk much as we got cleaned up. There wasn't much to say; or rather, there was too much. But we'd agreed on one night, and the morning had come. We showered separately, and I tended to my tattoo by myself. I felt drained to numbness as I went through the motions of getting dressed, shaving, brushing my teeth. I kept my thoughts on each particular task, concentrating on the smallest details. When I came out of the bathroom, I went straight to the kitchen and made breakfast for both of us; just scrambled eggs and toast, with more coffee, but he nodded and ate what he was given. He instructed me about what things would be like when I came to Washington and gave him my report, telling me what to say and how to act. I nodded and filed the information in my mind.
As the seconds clicked down, I prepared myself to say any last words I could think of. He grabbed his coat and opened the door.
Gibbs
"Jethro, you, uh, you're the most impactful relationship I've ever had. Not-not that I think this is a relationship. I mean, you…" He tried for a smile and the pain in his eyes made me clench my jaw. "Like we've agreed, you're a fantastic lay. I just…I can't really imagine trying to be with a man, um, other than…you. So, uh, the Abby thing. I…I'm glad you're okay with it." I was far, far from okay with him seeing anyone else, even Abby, but I kept my lips sealed tight. "The…the shotgun advice, and, the, uh, tattoo…it's like I'm keeping what you said with me. Forever."
I swallowed hard and pulled him close, hugging him fiercely. Shit. This was so much harder than I thought it would be! Something was clawing at my belly like a monster trying to climb out of its place inside me, shredding me but keeping the wounds invisible. I shoved it back down. Like always.
Taking a deep breath of his clean, angel scent, one for the road, I roughly kissed the side of his head and marched out the door with my back locked ramrod straight.
"I'll see you at headquarters," I called over my shoulder.
McGee
Like a junkie needing a hit, the shakes started the moment he was out of sight down the hall. It didn't matter that I'd be seeing him in a couple of hours. That man, Agent Gibbs, wasn't the Jethro I knew. He was… I didn't even know him. I closed the door and gathered my things. I'd stop by my office for my report and take it to Washington with me. Abby. I had to focus on Abby. That husky, sexy voice…
It left me cold. I prayed as I drove that she was hot beyond belief, or I wasn't going to be able to pull this off when all I wanted to do was bury myself in the covers at home, wrapped up in the fading smell in my sheets of Jethro and sex and lost opportunities. I was gonna be strong. I was gonna do what he said, and I was gonna gather experiences and I was going to find someone who'd love me and want me and not close off just when things were almost perfect.
Yeah.
Gibbs
The moment I walked back into the squad room, DiNozzo started yammering and poking at Kate. I hadn't even sat down when Tim hurried up, looking excited and a little nervous. My heart clenched for a moment with regret, but I firmly set it aside.
"What are you doing here, Special Agent McGee?"
"Well, I brought my final report, sir," he said. He'd agreed to the script, but he sounded like he was saying lines.
"You do not have to 'sir' me, McGee."
"Didn't they teach you to use email at MIT?" Tony snarked.
"You graduated from MIT?" Kate asked, sounding impressed.
"And Johns Hopkins," I added. I probably shouldn't have gotten into it, but I couldn't stand them thinking poorly of McGee. I caught Tim giving Tony a questioning look from the edge of my vision.
"I didn't tell him," DiNozzo protested.
I looked up at Tim, still standing there, looking at me with those soulful eyes and I raised my eyebrows. He was supposed to announce his intentions, but he seemed to be checking me out instead.
"What are you doing here?" I asked quietly, prompting him. I almost didn't want him to answer. I wanted him to declare that he was there for me, that he wanted me and wouldn't take no for an answer. But that wasn't what he said. He went back to the script, and I swallowed against the ache in my chest.
"I've, uh, got a lunch date with Abby," he said, smiling, blushing, sounding so proud of himself. Tony laughed incredulously.
"Huh! I've gotta see this; I'll take you to her," DiNozzo scoffed. He clapped his hand on Tim's shoulder, and I wanted to head-slap him into next week. But I locked that down, too, and sadly threw away the key. No more Tim. Just Agent McGee. But I couldn't help listen as they headed for the elevator.
"Thanks," Tim said.
"Thanks, what?" Tony snapped, fishing.
"Tony?"
"Sir. I already warned you. Abby's not your type."
"Well, I'd like to find out for myself."
"Listen, kid, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you're not exactly Abby's type."
"I've taken care of that. Remember that urge you were talking about? I went with 'Mom'."
The elevator dinged and Tim-McGee, went inside while DiNozzo stood there gaping.
"I wonder what he said to make Tony speechless?" Kate pondered.
"He told him he got a tat on his ass," I supplied. I could see that perfect, soft ass as he lay on the table getting inked at the shop the night before, and I could also see it as I looked down, my hands on his hips, my dick buried inside him. And then his shy, sweet smile when I'd tended to the fresh art.
A dream. Just a perfect, beautiful dream.
Time to wake up.
With a sad smile, I quietly let it go.
~~~NCIS~~~
A/N I think this experiment was a success! I have posted the next story in this 'verse, titled 'Temptations and Intentions', please check it out!
I'm also getting serious about a real sequel to The Red Shoes. Cooking Bacon was fun, but I want to write their continuing relationship with a story of more depth. I haven't gotten the background for Stargate Atlantis posted like I wanted for those of you who'd like to read Unconditional. There's a timeline section of gateworld dot net, and lots of info on the characters and stories there if you want to research or reference without watching. I haven't tried to write that one with people who aren't familiar with the show in mind, but you're welcome to try it. It's not slash, but the romantic male lead is another computer genius.
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