Tony smiled as he popped the button on Tim's jeans and slowly worked the zipper down. He'd told Gibbs he wanted to make this weekend special for McGee and it started now. Keeping his touch light, he ran his fingers up and down Tim's shaft, feeling the increasing heat through the thin cotton boxers. When Tim started to thrust up against him, he playfully bit at his neck. "We gonna get naughty out here in the open?"

It was an old joke. "You afraid of scaring the squirrels?" By now Tim had his hand inside Tony's pants and was fondling his balls. "Don't think these are the kind of nuts they want."

"You want them, Timmy?" Tony's voice had gotten low and throaty.

"Yeah, I do." They disentangled and pulled their jeans down before kicking them off. Before he removed his boxers, Tim turned serious. "I want you inside me this weekend, Tony. I'm ready and I want that."

"Me too." Tony leaned close and brushed his lips across Tim's shoulder. "I'll make it good for you, I promise."

"I know you will." Tim smiled and straddled Tony, his dick leaving a trail of moisture across Tony's belly as he scooted down. "And I'm going to make it good for you, now." He bent down and sucked Tony into his mouth, circling his tongue around the head before swallowing down until his nose was pressing against the crisp hair. One hand played with Tony's balls, tugging on them gently whenever he was getting close to a climax.

"Damn it, you're killing me, Probie." Tony tried thrusting up, but Tim had him too well pinned down, the vibration from his laugh almost enough to push Tony over the edge. Without warning, Tim pulled off of him and straightened up, the sudden chill on Tony's cock pulled his balls up even tighter against his body. "What? No, don't stop."

Tim just smiled and knee-walked up Tony's body until his cock was almost next to Tony's. He'd been working it with his other hand and it was hard and leaking. "Not stopping, Tony."

Tony couldn't take his eyes off the two cocks in Tim's hands. Tim pumped his own shaft a few more times, aiming it at Tony's when he came. Tim's ejaculate was hot and thick as it hit the tip of Tony's cock and oozed down over it. Tim continued to pump until every last drop was coating Tony, then he started to slowly jack Tony, using his own fluids as a lube. Where Tim was thick and slow, Tony's emissions were thinner and traveled further. Knowing this, Tim angled Tony towards himself as he pumped.

"Oh, fuck." The rapidly changing sensations were almost overwhelming. From being on the edge several times, to the shock of the cold, to the warmth of Tim's fluids pouring down over him, Tony came with a shout. He watched as it hit Tim's chest, then his chin, then splattered on the leaves of a low hanging branch.

When he caught his breath enough to think again, Tony looked up at Tim. Naked, flushed and covered with Tony's come, he was the hottest thing Tony had ever seen. Smiling at Tony, Tim began to lick his own hand and Tony sat up and joined in.

-NCIS-

Cleaning up with the wipes they kept in the backpack, Tony had to admit that their activities hadn't quenched all of his hungers. "Okay, I'm hungry. What's for dinner?"

Tim laughed as he sorted out whose socks were whose. "Tony, you're always hungry."

It was true, but he wasn't ready to concede the point. "Then you should be ready to feed me at a moment's notice."

Giving up and shoving all the socks in the pack, Tim stood and pulled Tony up. "Ten minutes quick enough?"

"That'll work." Slipping his bare feet into his shoes, Tony scooped up the pack. When he'd first come to the cabin with Tim, it had been totally off the grid. A few months before what they now called the 'Jenny disaster' the neighbor to the north had electricity brought to his place. It had taken some talking and a memorable blow-job, but Tony had eventually convinced Tim to joining into the project. This was Tony's first time back to the cabin since it was finished and he was looking forward to the added comfort.

Arriving back at the cabin, Tony really looked at the kitchen for the first time since the upgrade, not the quick glance he'd made on his way to the bedroom. A new, electric refrigerator wasn't a surprise since it was the main reason for getting power, but the other changes were a bit of a surprise. "You re-did the whole kitchen."

Tim shrugged as he walked to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles. "Refrigerator didn't fit, so I had to pull out that row of drawers. Then I found some damage behind the stove and it kinda grew from there. Besides, cybercrimes was strictly a nine to five, forty hour a week gig and I needed something to keep me busy. You like it?"

Tony walked into the kitchen area and took a closer look. The old cabin had been sturdily built and had cleaned up easily once they'd decided to put the effort into it, but the primitive kitchen with the plywood cabinets and rusty wood stove had always pulled it back down. Now the new knotty pine cabinets and slate countertops really improved the looks. The new electric stove that matched the refrigerator was just icing on the cake.

"Yeah, I really do. Get satellite for the computer and we actually could live out here. Too bad it's so far away from DC."

"Not exactly a daily commute, that's for sure." Tim came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Tony's waist. Despite his pride in the job, he'd been a little worried about what others would think of his work. Even though the cabinets were pre-finished, he'd never assembled and installed anything that elaborate before.

Tony turned in the arms holding him and wrapped his own arms around Tim. "If I'd known about all this, I'd have bought a bottle of champagne so we could properly toast it. Guess we'll have to settle for a beer."

"I didn't buy any beer."

"What, no beer? Why... oh, come on, I haven't been drunk since that first night back." Tim didn't say anything, but the look spoke volumes and Tony realized that he was right. "Okay, we probably should be totally sober this weekend while we sort everything out with Gibbs."

"Or about Gibbs, if he doesn't show up."

"He will. Believe me, I know the man. He'll show up, even if it's to let us tear him a new one for what he did, so feed me, already."

Tim laughed at the dramatically acted out starvation scene and shook his head. "Okay, I'll feed you. Grab the plates, will you?"

Although Tim was the cook between the two of them, he insisted on easy when they were at the cabin. At least for the first night, the new kitchen hadn't changed that and they ate a simple meal of deli meat sandwiches, potato salad and chips while sitting on the covered porch. Tim watched as Tony slowly relaxed, catching the plate before it could slip out of his hand. For someone who insisted he liked clubbing and the assorted night life found in town, Tony always seemed to soak up the peace they found out here, even more than Tim.

Still a little nervous about what would happen if Gibbs showed up, and worried about what it would do to Tony if he didn't show up, Tim draped a blanket over Tony before settling in to wait.

-NCIS-

It was dark when Tony woke up, a light from inside the cabin casting long shadows on the porch. He was warm, despite the evening chill, but when he looked over, Tim was curled up in his chair, shivering in his sleep. "Ah, Timmy."

Tony stood and tugged McGee to his feet. "Come on, babe, let's get inside and get you warmed up." Wrapping the blanket that had been over him around Tim's shoulders, he steered the younger man inside.

The residual heat in the blanket felt good, almost as good as Tony's arms around him and Tim let himself be led inside and into the bedroom. He was quickly stripped and put into bed.

Shucking his clothes in a hurry, Tony climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around Tim, trying to get him warm again. "What were you doing? Why didn't you get another blanket or wake me up?"

"Didn't want to wake you because you looked so peaceful. Didn't mean to fall asleep, sorry."

"It's okay, I like getting you warmed up." True to his word, Tony snuggled against him and held on tight, smiling as he felt Tim's lips working the skin on his neck.

Finally warm, Tim pulled back far enough to look at Tony. "I want you in me tonight – even if it's just a finger."

Tony hadn't been expecting that, especially after their activities on their walk earlier. "You sure?"

Looking more serious that Tony could remember, Tim climbed on top of him, holding his face with both hands. "No matter what we do with Gibbs, or what happens tomorrow, I want the first time you enter my body to be just between the two of us, okay?"

"Yeah." Tony rolled them over so he was on top, smiling widely. "That's more than okay."

He trailed one hand slowly down Tim's body watching Tim's face closely. "Gonna take it slow and make it good for you. Even just a finger is going to rock your world." Teasingly, he ran his fingertips down Tim's shaft before circling around the head, feeling it thicken and start to lift up. Next, he worked his fingers down the backside of Tim's dick to his balls. From there, he finger-walked across his balls to the next destination.

Pressing and rubbing behind Tim's sack, Tony smiled at the moan. "That's good, isn't it? We've done this lots of times, but when I'm inside you it'll be ten times better." He pulled away long enough to reach the lube he'd stashed in the bedside table.

Watching Tim carefully, Tony saw nervousness, but not fear in those expressive green eyes. Satisfied, he coated his fingers and returned to rubbing Tim peritoneum, making smaller circles until he was touching Tim's hole.

"Okay, Tim, bear down a little bit." When he felt the skin flex, Tony pushed in until he buried to his first knuckle. He grinned at Tim. "Wild, huh?"

"Yeah." Tim looked thoughtful, as if he were deciding if he liked the sensation, so Tony started pushing again, ever so slowly sliding his finger inside until his hand was pressed up against Tim's ass.

Under other circumstances, Tony would have been prepping Tim to take several fingers and then his dick, but Tony wanted this first foray into anal play to be all about pleasure without the slightest amount of pain if he could help it. With just the lightest pressure, he started rubbing Tim's prostate and at the same time, he took Tim's soft cock into his mouth and started sucking. By the time the cock in Tony's mouth was hard, Tim was beginning to thrust against Tony's finger.

With a slurp, Tony pulled away from Tim's dick and smiled. "Starting to feel good, isn't it?"

"Oh, yeah."

Tony increased the speed and the pressure, wanting to give Tim a taste of what he had to look forward too, but without dragging it out too long and making him sore. He bent back down and sucked the head of Tim's cock before turning his attention to Tim's balls.

Over the years, Tony had had several male partners, quick encounters in back rooms and alleys with men that would give him the dominance he craved. Tim was so different than any of them, his first real relationship, and it brought out entirely different feeling in him.

"Oh, Oh." Getting close, Tim's body was taut, the cords in his neck standing out as he arched up. A few seconds later, fluid splashed against his stomach and he sagged onto the bed. Expecting an emotional storm, Tony laid down next to him and gathered him close.

"I've got you, easy now. That's it." Tony brushed his lips against Tim as he murmured assurances. "That's the way it's going to be from now on."

-NCIS-

After a restless day sorting the attic, weeding the yard and sanding wood, Gibbs was back in his basement pacing. He'd memorized the directions on the little slip of paper a thousand times over, but he was no closer to a decision than he'd been when Tony stormed out eighteen very long hours ago. He raked his hands through his hair and wondered again just what in the hell he was going to do.