It's gonna get hot in here!...and...a teeny bit bumpy.
Two hours later found all three men back at the car, more than ready to enjoy a leisurely lunch together. With pre-packaged hoagies pulled from the cooler along with chilled iced tea to drink, they settled in for a refreshing lunch. The non-stop talk ran from lures and how the bass were fun to watch as they drove schools of shad to the surface and all they'd had to do was hold their spinning rod at ready until bass began to explode on the shad – to catch all of them they could hope to - to successful casting versus not so great casting brought laughter all around and in the warming Texas sun. It was a great time for all three of them. They'd all caught enough fish to be able to consider the morning's fishing a great success and that made for three happy fishermen.
In no hurry to rush back out, with the beautiful weather and relaxing chairs provided by the park, Leroy got comfortable, laid his head back and snoozed as Tim quietly laughed, only to nearly choke on his laughter when he felt a firm swipe of a hand across the back of his head.
"Ow?" Tim sputtered as he looked at Jackson in shock.
"Not nice, Tim, not nice." The older man admonished with a twinkle in his eye. Gibbs Senior promptly sat back in his own chair, laid his own head back and closed his eyes, leaving no doubt that he, too was taking a mid-day snooze.
Nearly busting at the seams with laughter, Tim cleaned up from their lunch and stowed the cooler between the two lounge chairs so that if either of them got hungry or thirsty, they wouldn't have to go anywhere to get what they needed. Whispering in Leroy's ear, Tim told him where he'd be – and headed off for some more fishing.
Nearly two hours later, Tim grinned as the Gibbs men finally caught up with him, ready to go back out on the boat. Glaring at him, Leroy silently dared him to tease them about the rest period but Tim pulled a page out of Tony's playbook, pantomiming that he was zipping his lips and flinging his hand out to the lake in a wide gesture of throwing away the key.
Shaking his head, Leroy had to grin at his lover's antics as Tim stowed his gear on board the boat and sat down, waiting for the more experienced of the group to do what needed to be done to get them going. The older man couldn't help but marvel at the difference in the Tim he was seeing now and the more closed up, quieter model he saw at work every day.
He loved the more relaxed Tim and seeing him enjoy himself kept the smile on Leroy's own face. The wide strips of blue wrapped around each of Tim's wrist drew his attention back to what it was the younger man was trying to achieve while trying to enjoy this trip with him. This was big and it was important – for Tim to put this much effort, thought and research into trying to fix his seasickness problem- something big must be going on with him. So, what was it?
Tim watched Leroy as the older man seemed to withdraw behind the thinking going on in his head. The man's smile had turned into a frown and his eyes had clouded over, as if whatever he was thinking about had him not very happy. With a sigh, the young man realized where Leroy's eyes had gone to when they'd clouded over.
He'd slipped the Sea Bands on his wrists before stepping foot on board the boat earlier and so far, they seemed to be working fine. Obviously, Leroy was figuring out there was more to the story; enough for Tim to have brought them along and made them part of the trip. Unfortunately, that conversation would be coming sooner than Tim had wanted; but it would not happen today. Tonight maybe – but not today. Today, was about fishing – for all of them.
***NCIS****
Four hours later, all three were soaked to the bone, tired and exhilarated from the rush of catching more fish than they could count and with the camaraderie born of deep relationships, some as old as they were themselves while others were still cementing. After turning in their gear and returning the boat keys to the park attendant, Tim handed the rental car's keys to Leroy, knowing the man was chomping at the bit to drive, even if it was just a few miles down the road.
Almost as soon as they'd reached the cabin, Tim suggested Jack get first dibs on the shower while he and Leroy unloaded the car. Smiling with gratitude, an exhausted but very happy Jackson made his way inside, while the younger two men remained in the car, too tired to be in a hurry to move.
Leroy could hardly wrap his head around the day he'd just been able to share not only with his father, but also with the man he'd come to love and cherish; together, in one trip, with nothing but peace, harmony and happiness. It had been one of the best Christmas gifts he'd ever been given; the best since losing Shannon and Kelly. How could one express appreciation for that? Nothing came close to showing how much this meant to him.
"You okay?" Tim's concerned question, asked in quiet tones, pulled him from his musings.
"Yeah. You?" Leroy asked in return.
"Best day, I've ever had on water, that's for sure." Tim joked quietly, his true emotions ringing clear in his tone and shining in his eyes. This day had meant more to him than anything; other than his relationship with Leroy. Because of their relationship, Tim felt like he was on top of the world right now and the only thing that would be better than how he felt right now would be… God, he couldn't wait until they were both showered and ready for bed!
Leroy smiled at what he saw in the younger man's eyes. "Me, too, Tim. Me too." He replied huskily as he leaned over for him, knowing his lover would meet him half-way.
Their lips met gently for only a second before the heat they were already both feeling rose up in spades, fueling both the ferocity of that kiss and the arms that reached for each other almost in tandem, pulling each other close; in turn opening the gates for their desire for each other, so wide, nothing could stop it.
Pulling back with the need to breathe, Tim's breath came in ragged gasps while his hands still grasped Leroy's shirt. "We….really…need…clean….out… car… won't … get….stinky…"
Leroy smirked as he dis-engaged himself from his lover with a formidable dose of self-control. "Okay, but only because Dad isn't asleep yet."
Getting out of the car, he headed to the back of it and began unloading the cooler while Tim joined him there and grabbed the rest of the things. Together, they made quick work of the necessary clean-up. Once that was done, Leroy made a quick check on Jackson and found that the older man was already beginning to saw logs, apparently saving the effort of a shower for the morning.
With a quiet huff of laughter, he headed for the bedroom he and Tim were sharing, only to find the younger man already on his way to the shower. Stopping him in mid-stride, Leroy kissed him as he sensually stroked his face. "Join you in a minute." He promised huskily as he stepped back, watching with a smile as Tim's eyes grew dark with hunger while he remained still, suddenly unable to move.
It took all of Leroy's self-control to hold back from ravishing Tim at that moment. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything so beautiful as the sight of his lover so hungry for him, his green eyes remained glued to his and his arms reached to bring him back for more.
Forgetting all thoughts of grabbing a change of clothes, Leroy dove back in to reclaim those lips that called to him, as those arms reached for him snaked around his waist, pulling him closer and the dance of their tongues began in earnest. When the heat of the moment had their bodies colliding and both their swelling, thickening rods felt the jolt of electricity – it broke their kiss apart in a hail of harsh breathing as their foreheads rested against each other.
"Shower." Leroy breathed out raggedly.
Almost on autopilot, Tim's legs cooperated and before he knew it, they were face to face in the bathroom, their eyes locked on each other in a moment of stillness, as if neither knew what to do next. Leroy took the reins, his voice thick with emotion. "Today meant a lot to me, Tim."
All Tim could do was nod slightly in understanding. He'd known that it would; hadn't doubted it for a minute. Still, it was nice that Gibbs had come to a place in his life where he could admit things like this to him.
"Lemme show you how much."
The wave of lust that roared through Tim's veins at those words of invitation nearly knocked the wind out of him as he reached for his lover, suddenly needing to touch him, to be one with him.
Leroy stepped into Tim's space, caressed the side of his face and nibbled on his ear lobe momentarily before pulling back and moving his hands toward the bottom of Tim's shirt. Without words, the older man undressed his lover, one piece of clothing at a time, no words or extra touches were given as he let the sexual tension build. Finally, in almost no time, Tim stood before his lover in all his naked glory and it was all Leroy could do not to take him right then and there.
Drawing in his breath sharply, Leroy smiled even as he turned away, turned on the shower and drew back the curtain. Turning back to the still silent yet completely aroused younger man, he ghosted his hands in a path that blazed fire across the young man's skin starting from his cheek on down to his already swollen and throbbing cock. As he gently caressed the tip of Tim's cock with his thumb, Tim finally let go a moan as his knees seemed to weaken.
"Get in." Leroy groaned as he kissed the side of his mouth before pulling back to quickly divest himself of his clothes.
As Tim got in the shower and let the hot water drench not only his hair, but the rest of his body as well, he felt that euphoria that came from feeling like he was climbing higher than the highest point of ecstasy he could experience. He didn't think it could get much better than this.
Suddenly, two strong hands began to massage Tim's shoulders from behind as a seductive mouth found the juncture of his throat where it met his shoulder and began nibbling him there as the hot shower added to the sensual feel of it all.
"Mmmmm." Tim moaned as he let his head fall to his chest, his heart pounding with the realization that life was indeed about to get much better.
"Feel good?" Leroy asked huskily as he moved his hands around to Tim's nipples and began teasing them.
"Oh, yeah.' Tim groaned as he raised his head up and pushed his nipples further into his lover's hands.
"How 'bout this?" Leroy asked as he turned Tim around and lowered his head to take one of Tim's nipples in his mouth and suckle it, while his hands blazed heated trails across Tim's navel and waist.
"Feels so good." Tim murmured throatily as he squirmed further into the other man's touch.
Without further words, Leroy skimmed his hands further down as his mouth followed in his hands wake, leaving nibbles and kisses everywhere they went, all meeting on the map of the younger man's already weeping cock as Leroy lowered himself to his knees, and locked gazes with him.
"Leroy!" Tim moaned as his lover's hands cupped him gently and then stroked him, elongated strokes that seemed to go on endlessly before a whisper of warm air was blown across his heated tip; wringing forth a guttural moan of pleasure from the young man. "Mmm!"
Still not breaking the moment with words, Leroy took him in his mouth, his warm cavern swallowing him up completely as the still hot shower cascaded down on both of them.
"OH!" Tim's knees turned to jello and only the towel bar kept him from falling as the roaring filled his ears and his body tightened for flight – already keyed up ' Ooh, don't stop." He moaned as he barely stopped himself from thrusting further into his lover's mouth.
Moving his hands around to Tim's luscious bottom, Leroy pulled him closer, taking in even more of him, even stopping just long enough to gently suck on the young man's sac, his lover's sharply indrawn breath, going straight to his own now hardened and weeping cock.
Needing to let Tim fly – let him soar with absolute ecstasy that he deserved, Leroy suckled the younger man's cock with the hunger of a starving man, his lover's vocal responses of absolute pleasure pushing him even closer to going over the edge, himself.
"Oh, God! Leroy!" Tim moaned; his eyes closed in complete surrender, he couldn't stop himself from pushing into his lover's mouth for more as the stars swam before his eyes. "OOH, So close, so... OH! NNGGHHHH!"
Holding him through the aftershocks of Tim's powerful orgasm, Leroy felt painfully on the edge, having been close but not close enough to fly. Still, he focused on the younger man, letting the water help clean him while slowly standing up, keeping his arms supportive around his still trembling lover. Wrapping him in his arms, he pulled him in tight, holding him, letting the emotions of the moment speak for themselves as he kissed Tim's ear and whispered his thanks for all the young man had done for him.
***NCIS***
Countless mind blowing minutes later, it was Leroy's turn to be caught in the wave of pleasure so deep, he thought he'd drown, as Tim lavished him with a sensual washing, one breathtakingly fiery moment at a time, as lips and tongue, alongside hands, blazed trails both gentle and hot, over every square inch of the older man's body.
When Tim boldly turned the older man around and took his ministrations to his lover's behind, stroking him with feather-lite touches and lightly blowing across his entrance, Leroy's breath hitched and his knees nearly gave out. "Tim!" He groaned.
Standing back up, Tim stepped closer to him, his voice thick with emotion and desire speaking into his ear. "Let me make love to you, Leroy."
The timbre of his lover's voice, hit the older man in the heart s he turned and faced Tim, cupping his face in his hands. "You already are."
"Completely." Tim pushed gently, his heart in his expression as his hands went back to sweeping paths of molten lava across the older man's body. Wrapping his hands around Leroy's cock, they both cradled and gently tugged on it, sweeping across its tip before stopping to hold it in their gentle grasp, as their eyes remained locked together, each trying to both pour their hearts into their eyes as well as read the other's emotions, too deep to put into words.
Gibbs' eyes closed, his thoughts swirling wildly. He'd never let anyone….even his first and only other male lover hadn't… was he ready to go there? Did he want to risk ruining this moment; what he'd been trying to shower Tim with all his attentions by traveling that road right now?
Sensing his lover's mixed reaction to his request, Tim dropped to his knees under the shower and took the older man's weeping, ready cock into his own mouth, milking it for all that he could, driving all thoughts of his request from both their minds. With only his desire to set Leroy free from any further thoughts, he took things a little bolder, tightening his mouth around his lover's muscle, tighter than before and suckled harder and faster, the resulting moans of pleasure, making his heart soar and turning the heat up on his own barely holding on need to bury himself into his lover.
Suddenly, he was pulled away,raised back up by strong hands, not so gently turned and pushed to the shower stall wall, as hot and desperate hands stroked him, up and down his back and across his behind as his lover's cock already warmed his hole, "Need to feel you."
The guttural groan went straight to Tim's cock and he nearly exploded then; only the want; the need to take his lover with him, forestalled him even as his own legs opened of their own willingness, the moan of anticipation leaving his lips before he could stop it. He didn't care, he only cared to be claimed, filled, completed by his lover and now. "Hurry!" He begged as he pushed back toward the older man, 'cum with me."
"Tim!" Leroy groaned as he impaled his lover, using only the now cooling shower water to lubricate him.
"OH, God! Yes! "Tim moaned as he pushed back, needing more, wanting more. Turning his body, he bent himself over, using the water faucets to hold onto as he offered his lover more of an open channel to explore. "Deeper, please!"
"So, good, Tim. So tight and good." Leroy groaned with pleasure as he grasped Tim's hips and held them tight, driving himself deeper into his lover's tight channel; as far as he could reach, his own balls tightening as his own monster release rose up within him. "Cum Tim," Leroy growled as he pounded into his willing lover, each drive letting his own balls contact with Tim's bottom, adding such a delicious sensation, it almost overloaded his senses. "Cum with me."
"Don't stop! Oh, God, don't stop!" Tim moaned as he rode the wave crashing through him, his hands tightening on the faucets as his body's tension tightened to its limits, his rear end pushing back for more. "Cuming, Leroy! Oh, God! Cuming! Ngghhhh!" Tim's shout seemed to strike a bolt of lightning to the older man's already tattered hold on that edge taking him over as well.
Leroy heard his own voice shout out his uncontainable pleasure; a height of which, he'd rarely felt before, "Oh, God, Tim!" while the world around him exploded into a multitude of colors before everything went white and he felt himself fold over onto his lover.
***NCIS***
Countless minutes later, Tim regained the ability to breathe calmly and gently extricated himself from his lover's now flaccid cock, turning around to help him stand upright and quickly wash off in the now freezing cold shower. Somehow, they helped each other out of the tub and into dry towels and quickly made it to the bedroom, nearly diving under the covers of the large bed to help each other warm up.
Realizing his nearly boneless lover was about done in for the night, Tim toweled him dry as best he could and slipped in behind him, letting Leroy's head and chest rest on his own, the older man's heartbeat bringing joy to Tim's soul. This was ecstasy. Right here, right now. This moment was what mattered most to him and this moment was one that would stay with him forever. Drawing the blanket up around both of them, Tim sighed contentedly and closed his eyes, quite happily wrapping his arms around his lover's middle and drifting off to sleep.
***NCIS***
Leroy stirred in Tim's arms, coming fully awake when his mind failed to remind him completely how he'd come to be the one being held. The feel of his lover's heartbeat and the soft sound of the young man's even breathing while he slept, wrapped Leroy's heart in comfort; a blanket so warm he felt not only safe, but cherished and content. His eyes fluttered closed and for once he allowed himself to just be still and relax, in no hurry to get up and go anywhere. This was where he wanted to be, wrapped in Tim's arms. It wasn't long before he drifted back to sleep.
The next time he woke up, Leroy felt even more refreshed. He was surprised to hear Tim's steady, even breathing giving testament to the fact that the young man was still asleep.
Once again, he couldn't help but think on his experiences in the last few days; beginning, to no surprise, with his lover's gift wrapped presents to him back at home.
With a smile plastered on his face, his memory treated him to a full-blown movie style replay of all of those golden moments, every single one of them now stored in his locked treasury that he'd always be able to call back to mind. They were that special to him, just as his memories of Shannon had been for all those years; still were.
As his memories played on and the events of last night's shower came back to him, he couldn't help but squirm a little. As usual Tim had done so much for him, with little thought for himself and with no second thought. The man was as selfless as they came and that part of his lover's innate character was one of the reasons why Leroy loved him so.
Love. He had no trouble admitting to his father or even to himself that he loved Tim, but had he ever told Tim he felt that way? He knew he hadn't but the question was why not?
"You okay?" Tim's quietly voiced question reached through his thoughts and returned him to the present abruptly as the young man gently began parading his fingers through the hair over Leroy's ear.
With a raggedly breathed out sigh, the older man reluctantly moved just far enough out of Tim's arms that he could turn and look him directly on. "Thanks to you, I am."
"You'd do the same for me." Tim's faith in him was without question and instant. "Just like I know you'd tell me if there was something you didn't want from me."
Tracing his finger down' the side of his lover's face, Leroy shook his head in gentle denial. "Not that I didn't want it, Tim."
"It's been too long for you and you're not sure you're comfortable with it, then." The younger man reasoned calmly, clearly letting his lover know he completely understood why it was he hadn't let Tim take him last night the way he'd wanted to. "It's okay not to want something. You have to know that I can handle that." Tim reasoned warmly as his eyes misted over. He reached up and once again ran his fingers through his lover's gorgeous silver locks that the older man had grown out an inch longer than he usually kept it, just for Tim. With his heart in his eyes, the younger man opened up the window to his soul a little bit more; "As long as if the time ever comes that it's me you don't want any more, you'll tell me straight."
Capturing Tim's hand in his own, he stilled his lover's fingers and hold them to his chest, looking deeply into his eyes, "That will never happen, Tim."
"Never say never." Tim's tone was a shade too serious for Leroy's liking and it brought back to his mind, the realization that there was more going on with Tim than the young man had let on; something to do with his fight to win the battle over his seasickness.
"This have something to do with whatever it is you haven't told me, yet?" Leroy questioned quietly, not letting go of Tim's hand. Now that the conversation had turned, he'd have to save the fact that he'd never been breached - for a heart to heart at another time. Now, it was time to be there for Tim; to get him to open up about whatever this was that he was carrying around with him.
Sighing deeply, Tim nodded as he respected his lover enough not to look away while he answered him. "Yeah."
"Talk to me, Tim." Leroy coaxed. "Not like you to keep it from me, so it must be serious. What could be so serious about you winning the sea sickness war that you're fighting with yourself to tell me?"
"I need to ask you something before I answer you." Tim admitted; his tone so quiet it was almost a strain to hear him.
"Anything,"
"Are we forever? What we have now? Is this the forever you want?"
"Where's this going, Tim?" Leroy sat up, bringing the young man up with him, so they both had to settle more comfortably against the headboard side by side, reaching out for each other once they'd stilled again.
"I just really need to know the answer."
"Hell, yeah, it's forever!" Leroy growled. "Not learning to share my life with you just to let you leave me."
"Or for you to decide you don't want this anymore?" Tim pushed seriously, although without accusation.
"Told ya that's not gonna happen. Talk to me, Tim. What's goin' on?"
Sighing deeply, the younger man slid from his lover's hold, from the bed and slid his boxers on in silence before restlessly pacing.
Seriously worried now, Leroy also left the bed and slipped his clothes on, joining Tim where he was pacing, now halfway to the bedroom door. With a hand on his shoulder, he stopped the younger man's pacing. "Talk to me, damn it!"
Tim swallowed hard and grabbed Leroy's hands just a little tighter as he looked him straight on and told him what he knew the older man was gonna hate to hear.
"If this is our forever – and we both want it – and I sure as hell do – then we need to make some changes."
