A/N: Alas, our last piece of the journey together - for now.
Ahem. Bring...a fan ...oh and a tissue or two
Cleaned up and resting after one of the most beautiful experiences of his life, Tim had to smile as Leroy's mouth nuzzled his neck and his hands began another tantalizing trail of simmering heat across his chest, stopping at his nipple to play. Even as his lover showered him with tenderness and pleasure, his mind wandered back to that moment in the kitchen when he'd lost control, let his lust overrule tenderness and begged to be taken right then and there.
He remembered wanting to drop down onto the table and open himself to his lover right then. But, he also remembered that instead of taking him in that moment of Tim's desperation, Leroy had helped him by sucking him off with a power and quickness that had stolen the younger man's breath away. It was as if Leroy hadn't wanted them to make love the way Tim had begged him for.
"Hey" Leroy's concerned voice sounded gently in his ear. "You okay?"
"Mmmm." Tim murmured as he turned his face to his lover's. "Just thinking back to the kitchen."
Leroy looked at him for a silent minute, trying to read what Tim was really thinking about from that explosive scene "Wonderin' why I didn't take you like that when that wave of desperation roared through your veins."
"Yeah." Tim admitted as his own fingers idly began stroking the older man's arms where they held him.
"Didn't want you to have reason to regret any moment we have, Tim." The older man explained. "Desperation isn't something you're comfortable with. I could see it in your eyes."
"Thank you." Tim whispered. "For saving me from my own stupidity."
"Not stupid, Tim." Leroy corrected him compassionately as he trailed his finger lovingly down the younger man's cheek. "You're human and male. That wave hits us all at some point. Might still. But until we're sure we both wanna go there when it does…"
"I do." Tim answered back immediately. "I want you to be able to be comfortable enough with me that it's not something you have to worry about. We can just let it come and go with it. I wanted to drop down on the table and let you have me as hard and fast as you could!"
Leroy smiled softly at Tim's admission. "Took everything I had not to do just that, lay you out on that table and ride hard with you until we both flew, Tim."
Tim squirmed just thinking about it as his cock took an interest in things. "God, just thinking about it…"
"C'mon." Leroy urged as he tugged on Tim's hand and pulled him up out of bed.
In their naked glory, they left the bedroom and headed to the kitchen. Leroy needed coffee and he knew Tim needed a bit of recklessness added to their lovemaking. Truth be told, Leroy couldn't wait to help the younger man shed his inhibitions completely. He'd been unhappy to see that Tim wasn't comfortable with what he'd been feeling earlier.
Together, they could be themselves. There wasn't any reason for Tim not to let go completely and before the day got any later, Leroy would show him that about their relationship. Having let go of his own inhibitions by letting Tim make love to him earlier had set Leroy free. It was time to do the same for his lover.
Tim stood motionless behind him as Leroy got the coffee brewing. Since finishing the last pot earlier, he hadn't had the time to start another and now he'd have to wait for it. Glancing over his shoulder, he found the young man staring almost forlornly at the table. With a quiet huff of laughter, Leroy turned and stepped up behind him, his hands hungrily exploring his lover's derriere with sweeping caresses and erotic squeezes. "Still wantin' me to take you like that?"
Tim shuddered in lust as Leroy's hands began to make love to his backside. "Yeah." He groaned as he leaned back into his lover's strong chest, pushing further into the man's loving hands. "God, Leroy, it's like a new high I have to reach. Something else I haven't given you."
Leroy turned Tim in his arms and chucked his chin up gently with his finger. "Don't do this. There is nothing you can give me that could possibly mean more to me than what you've already given me! What we already have together."
Tim smiled in both appreciation and hunger. Breathing in his lover's scent and letting it invade his senses quietly for a long minute, he blinked and looked back at the man he loved with all he was, the hunger beginning to darken his eyes "I still want it."
Gibbs smirked as he kissed him teasingly to add fuel to the fire he saw in those eyes. "Me too."
***NCIS****
"Oh, God! Leroy, YES!" Tim moaned as his lover pounded into him countless minutes later, his legs spread wide as he gripped the edge of the kitchen table tightly with all his fingers. "Ooh, you feel sooo good! Oh, God, I need to cum!"
He didn't know how much longer he could hold on; their foreplay that had quickly turned desperate had nearly sent him over the edge already. Tim had dropped down over the table, spreading his legs wide. They'd always made love face to face, but at that moment, the adrenaline rushing through him had been so strong, he'd needed to lose that edge more than anything.
Leroy re-adjusted his grip on Tim's hips and speared his lover completely with his cock, his thrusts hard and fast, unrelenting and filling. Every stroke sent sparks through him, his end was so close he had to let go soon, But, he wanted the younger man with him every step of the way, "Let go, Tim!" Leroy managed to get out as his orgasm rushed him, almost took him away, his grip paper thin. "Fly, love!"
"OH, GOD! LEROY!" Tim shouted as his own release tore through him, set free by the friction of his constant contact with the table edge, Leroy's words and his lover's obvious need to himself let go. "OOHHHHHHHHHHH !"
"TIIIIIIMMMMMMMM!" Leroy shouted as at last he let go, catching Tim on the way out over the moon.
***NCIS***
"I'll never be able to see that table again without seeing you spread out for me, remembering it all." Leroy commented, his voice thick with emotion, as they stood together at the sink, now cleaned up and just holding each other close.
Tim huffed a quiet laugh as he pulled back just enough to look his lover in the eye as they stood freely naked together. "Good. The more visual memories you have, the better the separation will be. Which reminds me, I have a little chore I need to get done before we head out tomorrow. It'll take me about thirty minutes, so don't let me forget."
"Gonna let me in on it?"
Tim shook his head. "It's a surprise. My going away present to you."
Leroy swallowed hard and nodded. "Okay."
Without anything else said between them, they turned and walked to the living room, as if reading each other's mind. At the fireplace they separated, Tim closing the shades and turning on a dimly lit lamp in the far corner of the room while Leroy built up the fire and stoked it until it was roaring and warm. They met up at the blanket covered couch and were quick to settle comfortably, Tim stretched out lengthwise and Leroy snuggled on top of him, a second blanket within reach for when the fire became a mere glowing ember.
In yet another experience Leroy was still adjusting to, Tim had insisted on holding him this time, whereas it had usually been the other way around. Leroy's heart swelled even as it ached with the thought of the upcoming six months of loneliness and he found that he had to blink repeatedly to beat back the tears that finally threatened to come.
"Let it out, Leroy." Tim whispered in his ear as he felt the older man shudder with the stress of holding his emotions in. "I've got you, let it out."
Wordlessly, Leroy let his breath out, ragged and harsh while the tears betrayed him and silently slipped down his face while Tim wrapped him in his arms and hugged him,
"I hate putting you through this." The younger man apologized mournfully as he hugged him closer. "I swore I would never hurt you."
With nothing more said, Tim silently held him securely as Leroy let go and let it out. Having found real love again and having to let it go for six months was hitting the older man hard, now that he'd slowed down and stopped fighting his own feelings on it. The silent tears were as relentless as the tremors wracking the older man's frame when they came.
With tears in his own eyes, Tim mentally sent up a prayer of thanks that Leroy was able to get it out before they had to part; had given up the fight to keep it all locked up. And that he was letting Tim help him through it.
They never moved from the couch that night. Leroy's emotional release exhausted him enough that he fell asleep in the arms of the man who so obviously loved him and Tim refused to let go of him even for a minute. The blanket that covered them both now kept them warm as the fire slowly died down to a faint glow with very little warmth.
It was their last night together and it broke Tim's heart.
***NCIS***
Early morning came and found Tim with a new resolve in place. There'd been enough tears shed and enough sorrow about this, to last them the whole six months he'd be gone. His plane was leaving at one this afternoon so all they had left together was the morning. He was determined to make it the best morning of Leroy's life.
Leaving the man sleeping on the couch, with a pillow under his head in place of Tim's chest, Tim stopped to admire the beauty that was Leroy Jethro Gibbs, peacefully sleeping. Audibly sighing, he stoked up the fire and put more wood on it before heading into the kitchen to start the coffee. While the coffee was brewing, Tim headed upstairs for a quick shower.
***NCIS***
Leroy awoke to the smell of fresh coffee and the warmth of a blazing fire in the hearth. Smiling at Tim's thoughtfulness, his heart tugged at the memory of last night. Hearing Tim take responsibility for what heartache this separation was causing Leroy had been hard. He didn't want the young man to feel guilty about it.
And he damned sure didn't want him feeling like he'd hurt the older man deliberately. It stayed on his mind as he headed to the kitchen for a cup of that coffee. These last few weeks had been the most alive and sensuous, loved and treasured Leroy had felt in a very long time.
There wasn't a hour of the day that went by that Leroy wasn't wishing he was making love to Tim. As the memories rolled through his mind, he poured his coffee and took a long drink of it. Soon enough, his mind came back to the present.
Speaking of which, it was time to show Tim just how much he meant to him; how connected and complete he felt with him. It was time to give the young man something tangible to hold onto while he was afloat; for them both to hold onto. Swallowing the last of his coffee, Leroy set the mug down, took a long glance at the table and quickly headed upstairs.
***NCIS***
As the hot cascading water pounded down on Tim in tendrils of therapeutic pinpoints, his skin began tingling. Closing his eyes, he cleared his mind of anything but this moment of relaxing, grabbing hold of it. Tim's eyes flew open in shock as two masculine hands began caressing his body from the top of his head on down. Wordlessly, Tim relaxed into his lover's touch, awed that Leroy wanted to do this for him after the stress filled night he'd had last night.
"Love you, Tim." Leroy murmured in his ear. "Want you to feel it."
Tim melted at his lover's words; melted into every touch Leroy showered him with now, fingers that ghosted over his nipples and dipped into his bellybutton and carved a heated path back up his side, all the way to his hair above his ear. Sliding inside the whorl of his lover's ear, Leroy let his fingers give every bit of tender touch they could, watching the younger man's body twitch in response.
Turning his lover gently around to face him, his lips descended on the younger man's in a kiss gentle and inviting as his hands gently held Tim's head in place, the kiss becoming their source of heat as they stoked the fire hotter with every stroke of their tongues.
Pulling back just far enough to catch his breath, Tim's heart pounded as his breath came raggedly, "Leroy," He groaned, his eyes locked on his lover's, the hot shower intensifying the pleasure coursing through them both.
As Tim's groan went straight to his already swelling cock, Leroy smiled lovingly at him. Reaching out, he took Tim's hands in his own and raised them above his head. Gently maneuvering the young man, his lover was soon backed against the shower wall, hands still held captive over his head in one of Leroy's hands.
The older man's free hand ghosted over Tim's cock, cupped him for a brief moment and came back up to his cheek, lovingly caressing him there as the young man's breathing hitched. His eyes almost glazed with the raw need his lover was awakening in him, Tim pushed himself into Leroy's touch, wanting more, needing it – just as the older man did the same, their cocks colliding in a jolt of breath-stealing electricity that quickly fed the fire they both felt rising up inside.
Gasping for air, Tim's head fell back against the wall with a dull 'thump', as his eyes closed in a moment of overwhelming hunger so strong he thought surely he'd drown in it. His own cock already pulsing and in desperate need of release, the older man forced himself to slow down. This was Tim's last time for six long months – their last time together – Leroy's gift to the man he loved and he wanted it to be memorable.
He caressed Tim's cheek once more, knowing his lover would open those beautiful green eyes for him. Although he thought himself prepared; the sight of Tim's orbs filled with raw passion, need and love was such a beautiful sight, it nearly stopped the older man's heart. All thoughts of what he'd wanted to say had just escaped in the overwhelming power of Tim's emotions laid bare.
Dragging in a ragged breath, Leroy slowly let it back out before once again, engaging his lover in a beautiful, breath-taking kiss that invited more exploration and possession.
With his passion ignited, Tim came alive, his body writhing into his lover's touch as best it could with his hands still held captive, his hips thrusting into Leroy's touch, a wanton moan slipping past his lips.
Breaking away from his lover's kiss, Leroy felt the reins of his self-control slipping with every touch of Tim's cock against his own, every thrust of Tim's body against his own.
Desperately yanking back the control he needed, he forced himself to calm his breathing and step under the heat of the shower. Drawing his lover to him, he wrapped him in his arms, letting one hand slip down to Tim's throbbing cock and coax it toward the release he knew Tim needed to soar with one more time.
Snuggling into Leroy's embrace while still under the shower felt heavenly, Tim was nearly purring. When his lover's hand captured his still hard and aching cock once more and began making love to it with his hand, his knees nearly buckled, "Ooh, Leroy!"
The moan came from deep in his throat as his inhibitions faded away and Tim threw his head back, groaning in pure pleasure, thrusting his cock further into his lover's hand, Leroy's free hand holding him up. "OOOh, don't stop! Oh, God, let me inside, please!" Tim's guttural plea poured gasoline on the fire already burning under Leroy's skin.
His lover's cock spasmed in his hand at his words and Leroy nearly lost his grip on his own release as he quickly pulled on Tim's cock one more time as he groaned in frustration and need. "Hurry, Tim!"
Tim's control nearly snapped at the invitation as he pushed his lover to the wall under the cooling shower, nudged his legs apart with his feet, lined himself up to Leroy's entrance and pushed himself just inside, stopping to catch his breath as the sensuousness of what he was doing captured his heart for a minute, faltering his breathing and handing him back his control.
Being able to make love to Leroy like this meant far too much to him to be reckless or ruthless unless the man asked for it out of his own need for it. "Oh, God, Leroy." He murmured lovingly as his hands reached around and caressed the older man's hardened pulsing cock lovingly.
The hunger coursing through his veins raging out of control, Leroy gutturally cried out, "Give it to me, Tim!" pushing himself backwards onto his lover's cock, wanting more.
Tim's control disappeared, as he gave the older man every ounce of raw hunger he was feeling for him, letting himself go, he pounding himself into his lover's warm tight channel that milked his rod just right, over and over, hard and fast, the pleasure rippling through him in glorious waves and leaving him breathless yet hungry for more. "God, Leroy, so good! So tight! Oh, God, love, I could stay right here forever." Tim moaned as he hit his beloved's prostate, several times with his strokes, loving the pleasured groans and writhing that came from Leroy as a result.
Together they rode the waves of ecstasy that crashed over them, taking them out to sea together, in a rush so powerful, both were left breathless and exhausted as they wrapped themselves in each other's arms and held on to each other for what time they had left.
***NCIS***
Twelve-thirty found them solemnly quiet as they stood before Leon Vance at the airport tarmac, the military plane taking Tim to his assigned ship, due to arrive in five minutes. When they'd arrived at the airport some ten minutes before, they'd been surprised to find the Director there waiting for them. Silently, he'd watched them approach him and assume a position of guarded interest.
"Agent McGee." He shortly greeted the younger of the two men standing there. Looking at the older one, he spoke his mind. "It's my understanding that the rest of your team said their good byes yesterday, Agent Gibbs."
"Not usually the type, Leon." Gibbs reminded his boss.
"You're right, Gibbs, I'm not. Then again, that's not why I'm here. I'm here because I have new information, regarding Agent McGee's term as Agent Afloat. After informing the Secretary of the Navy of this change within the Agency, he's made it very clear that the Agency's best electronic mind doesn't belong hidden away on a ship, chasing illegal card games and late night rendezvous'."
Taking a minute for effect, Vance cleared his throat and continued on. "However, he does recognize Agent McGee's need to fulfill that requirement for any thought of career advancement. The precedent on the length of that time afloat was set by Agent DiNozzo with four months but even that time frame had the SecNav nervous. He's lowered the required time served – in your case – Agent McGee – to three."
Tim's mouth dropped in shock as his heart did a double take. Unable to speak, he found Leroy speaking for him, his eyes unusually bright. "He only has to serve three months?"
"That's right. Not sure D.C. will be his assignment when he gets back, but his time on board the carrier will be up then. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got an agency to run. Agent McGee. Make sure you stay well; take those seasick precautions and keep in touch. I expect a weekly report in my email by 1800 every Friday."
"Yes, Sir." Tim replied seriously.
"Good luck." Vance shook Tim's hand and turned to walk away.
As the Director reached the car waiting for him at the edge of the tarmac, the noise of the incoming military aircraft filled the air around them. Feeling tears prick behind his eyelids, Tim blinked several times to chase them away as he watched the plane descend to the tarmac. Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out as he looked at his lover. "Only three months, Leroy."
"Twelve weeks." His lover offered with a strained, lopsided grin.
"We can do this." Tim vowed as he held up three pieces of paper high enough that only Leroy could see them. Lifting one higher than the other two, he explained. "This one is the email that will keep us connected to each other and the rest of the world out."
Leroy smiled weakly as he held his hand out. Tim laid the paper in the older man's hand. "This one explains the going away present I left you at the house. I'll give you a hint. Think video cameras, dvd player and the last three weeks we've had together."
As Leroy froze in shock. Tim hurried to explain he'd only recorded them so Leroy could replay their time together in full color – if he wanted to. He promised he wouldn't be upset if the older man didn't want to. Without giving Leroy time to answer, Tim, surprisingly, slipped the third folded piece of paper into Leroy's coat pocket and his other hand in his; squeezing tight with a whispered request.
"Anytime you need something to help you get to the next moment, read this and remember it holds all my love for you and don't forget I'm coming back - to you."
Stepping back, Tim smiled with all the love he had in his heart as they looked at each other with hope and expectation in both their eyes – and each other's secret email addresses in their pockets
Without another word, Tim turned and walked to the plane and boarded, never once looking back. Watching him walk away, Leroy felt a piece of his heart break off and go with him. Breathing hard, he forced himself to get through this with a straight face.
******NCIS*******
As the plane lifted up into the air, his fingers clenched around the paper Tim had slipped into his pocket with those whispered words of encouragement. With a ragged breath, the older man drew the paper out and blinked, preparing himself to read what his lover wanted him to hold onto in his absence. Leroy felt the tears sting his eyes and his throat close up as he looked down at the paper and saw the words of Judy Garland staring back at him, knowing Tim meant them from the bottom of his heart.
"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul".
~~FINIS~~ (for now)
P.S. - All flight times, accommodations and locations our guys visited on their vacation are real - as found on internet searches
oh...and yes their story will continue on...
