Okay, the kids are gone now - turn the fans back on quick!
better yet...turn them on high!
The house was empty, Jackson, Ducky and the team all gone home, and the rain falling heavily as Tim and Leroy ran inside, shivering and wet, quickly stripping out of their wet clothes and wrapped blankets around themselves before settling down in front of the couch where they could sit with their feet on the hearth and feel the heat of the already roaring fire. As the warmth from the glorious blaze warmed him, Tim's eyes closed and he snuggled further into his lover's arms.
Knowing his father was safely home by now, Leroy smiled with complete satisfaction. His team now knew what they needed to know and Tim had gotten the career change he wanted for their future. He grinned at the make-shift bed next to them that Tim had set up earlier after the team had gone home. The younger man's penchant for all things romantic was one of the things Leroy loved about him.
Maneuvering them over to it, he got comfortably settled before tugging Tim down beside him; gravity easily bringing his nearly completely asleep lover down next to him.
Wrapping his arms around him, Leroy held him silently, letting sleep take him away completely since it had been a very difficult day for him. The conversation they'd had just a little while ago, burned into the older man's mind.
An hour ago.
"That went well." Tim commented as the door closed behind Ducky; the last of the group to leave.
"Could have gone worse." Gibbs reminded him as he reached for him, needing to hold him close after going the whole day without being able to. "Listen, Tim. Wanna talk to ya about what was said in Vance's office earlier."
Tim turned and looked him straight on. "You already tried to explain that. From where I'm standing, you've got nothing to apologize for. It's like you said - people change. Why do you think it took us so long to find what we have, Leroy? It took time for us to find what we liked in each other - what we could connect with. There's no need to apologize for that. That would be like saying all that time we spent together just getting to know one another wasn't important. But, we wouldn't have what we have together now without it. We both know that."
Present Time
The log falling further into the fire disrupted his thoughts, bringing Leroy back to the present as he immediately looked at his lover to make sure he was still sleeping. Even as he adjusted his hold on him, Tim snuggled closer, murmuring in his sleep. "Love you, Leroy al...ys."
Leroy's heart swelled at his lover's words and intimate snuggling, his soul finding peace after an emotionally tough day. Settling his breathing, he wrapped Tim up more securely in his arms and closed his own eyes, finally let sleep take him away.
***NCIS***
The tapping of a tree branch on the window pane woke Gibbs around midnight and he got up and quickly stoked the fire before laying back down and pulling a still sleeping Tim closer as the now bright moon cast an alluring light into the room, causing his heart to miss a beat when he looked at the man he'd come to love with a deeper love than he thought he'd ever find a second time.
Almost absently, his fingers carded Tim's hair back from his ear, until unexpectedly, the younger man stirred in his sleep, burrowing even closer still to the man he'd made no bones about loving and trusting with his whole heart.
His whole heart. That thought; that daunting realization hit Leroy deep in his own heart – a wave of awe so wide, it literally took his breath away. It was just as he'd already admitted to the people closest to them- not since Shannon had he known such love – felt it – been on the receiving end of it. It humbled him, here in the darkness.
A gentle finger reached up and wiped away the tear Leroy hadn't realized he'd shed and gentle lips kissed the place the tear had been.
"Talk to me." Tim coaxed soothingly, his sleep-laden voice full of concern.
Looking through the moonlit room into those deep beautiful green shining orbs, Leroy smiled. "Haven't felt like this in a very long time, Tim." He admitted quietly, as a shudder coursed through him. He knew his intuitive and sensitive lover would understand exactly what it was he was trying to say.
Again, Tim smiled softly as his heart grew bigger for this man who already filled all the available space there was. He knew Leroy had known a forever kind of love with Shannon; had grieved for her for so long and so deeply that no other relationship had come close to giving him what he needed to fill that painfully aching void. They all knew that. It humbled Tim to know that he was the one who filled that hole in this beautiful man's life.
Without words, Tim opened his arms, silently inviting his lover to choose, knowing the man's barriers had crumbled and that he trusted Tim to hold his heart safe as he allowed himself to become accustomed to accepting Tim's love – through physical touch – as easily as he already accepted it in everything else Tim did for him.
Laying wrapped in Tim's arms, Leroy found himself so overloaded with his own mix of love, appreciation, awakening lust and the ever-present hunger for his lover, that he couldn't even calm his breathing enough to find sleep. Warm, smooth, strong, yet still gentle hands began running calming stokes up and down his back but it was to no avail. He was too keyed up. He wanted Tim now; needed him; needed to be completely surrounded by him, buried inside so completely, they were one.
Tim sensed his lover's need, could feel it in the older man's restlessness and hear it in his breathing. He understood it completely. Not only that, Tim wanted the same thing; to be one with him, completely wrapped up in him, joined with him, connected. In fact, he wanted it so badly, he could barely hold himself back while he tried soothing Leroy's restlessness. It wasn't working because it was more than restlessness; it was a hunger that needed to be fed.
Still not breaking the poignant silence between them, Tim took one hand and drew it down Leroy's cheek as his lips touched the older man's gently with a tenderness that spoke of love and attraction, invitation and promise. As Leroy accepted the invitation just as tenderly, his own kiss speaking of pent up emotion, pouring themselves into this moment, every touch, he, in turn asserted himself into the kiss just enough that his lover would know it was now a dance of their mouths to be shared and cherished.
Driven by the overwhelming love and pure desire for this beautiful man now inviting his tongue to dance with his, Tim's passion flared hot and full. Still the tenderness remained as he shackled the recklessness within him and gently and slowly withdrew from the kiss to begin blazing a heated trail of kisses along Leroy's jaw line and on down his throat, his hands following in his mouth's path, stirring the embers of the fire already started between them.
As Tim's lips found his lover's nipple and gently lapped at it before sucking it inside his mouth to suckle it, his hands gently continued to blaze heated trails across the man's upper body everywhere they could reach.
Leroy gasped for air as his hands fisted into the blanket, his eyes glued to his lover while intense pleasure radiated though him in a wave. Vaguely the thought crossed his mind that he should be used to this by now since Tim showered him with pleasure like this every chance he got. Still every time felt new, enthralling and special and oh, dear God, this was heaven!
Swallowing Leroy's cock whole, Tim felt his lover's body tighten like a bow ready to snap. As Leroy reached for him, needing to touch him, his cock moving, in and out of Tim's mouth, until a rhythm was set, that soon had Leroy panting as his body tightened in preparation for flight.
Tim pulled away and slid up his lover's body, this time straddling him as he slid until once again, their mouths connected, this time, while his hands found the older man's hands and intertwined their fingers, holding Leroy's tight. The connection lasted only a minute before the younger man was again slipping away. As Leroy lay panting for air, his hands returning to the blanket, grabbing them up in his fist as the wave of plesausre carried him along. He never heard the drawer open or the cap of the lube snap open.
Needing to see his lover's eyes, Tim caressed the older man's face again, knowing he'd look at him when he did. Sure enough, Leroy's eyes opened up and were soon captured in the magnetic pull of Tim's beautiful green oceans of bottomless love, trust and hunger.
The older man felt the air leave his lungs in a gasp when a shock wave rolled through him as his lover lowered himself down onto his painfully hardened throbbing cock, taking him in, every inch of the way until Leroy had bottomed out.
"Tim!" Leroy moaned as the feeling of absolute ecstasy flooded his veins in that priceless moment that was indescribable. The matching look in Tim's eyes as they locked onto his, their hands reaching for each other as the younger man rode his lover, further and further toward the heaven they both sought; needed, nearly did Leroy in.
With every ounce of what he felt for this man, Tim let his body; a hungry vessel wanting to be filled, make sweet love to Leroy's cock. as the older man's eyes stayed on his lover's, too lost for words to even moan again.
As his orgasm approached with lightning speed, from the depths from which it had been building, Leroy's body quaked and his hands found Tim's hips. With a mighty heave, he surged upright and flipped them so Tim was flat on his back, without dislodging him and was soon driving into his lover with an abandon that came from raw hunger yet unquenched. "So, good, Tim! So good!" Leroy groaned as he drew the younger man's hard, throbbing cock into his hand, roughly running up and down its' length and across the tip as he relentlessly drove them on.
Mindlessly caught up in the wave of ecstasy that swept him away with his orgasm, Leroy threw his head back and uttered a guttural cry as it took him over, casting him out into the stars, as everything turned white around him.
***NCIS***
Completely exhausted and equally riding a euphoric high that had him keyed up, Tim sighed deeply as he and Leroy held each other in the still moments of their recovery. His lover's orgasm had been so powerful, just watching him ride the wave of ecstasy as it took him, feeling the heat of the raging fire blazing between them had swept Tim away in it too. Together they exploded into the stars, holding on to each other through the aftershocks. There were never any words that could ever adequately describe what these moments meant to him.
Holding Leroy as he finally slept, Tim smiled all the way to his soul as sleep snuck in and stole him away.
