A/N: … Calm down, people. We have to get through one more chapter before you can figure out what's wrong with Abby… just enjoy this chapter, because this is going to be FUN.

General Warning Label: teen!NCIS, heterosexual sex (Abby/Gibbs), slash (Tony/Tim), masturbation (Tony), erotic dreams/fantasies (Everybody), violence (Gibbs), teacher/student (Kate/Jimmy, respectively), child abuse (Ziva), homelessness (Jenny), suicide (Ducky), & death by abortion (Abby). Told you this wasn't for the faint of heart...

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Chapter Eleven: The Word of Your Body (Reprise)

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Tim had no idea why he was nervous. It wasn't as if Tony hadn't been helping him in school for the past year. But ever since Tony had begun to plague Tim's fantasies, he got nervous around the older boy. Tony's look was almost predatory toward him. And whenever Tim was around the others (Jimmy, in particular) Tim saw Tony tense up. It was like… it was like Tony wanted the younger boy all to himself…

Tim was reminded of the look Tony had given him when he had opened his eyes to Tony standing there instead of Leroy. Tim had scrambled out of Tony's arms, and Tony looked… hurt, all through the rest of French class and into Math… and choir practice? Tony didn't even speak to him. Tim wondered how tense this study session would be.

Tim twitched. The stars were out, and in the fading sunlight, the lights of the town looked so… magical. Jimmy and him had parted at the school before Jimmy scrambled home, and Tim merely walked to the vineyard and plopped down in front of the first row of grape vines. Tim looked out towards the town and twitched once more. Where is he?

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Tim jumped and turned his whole body in surprise. It was Tony, who was crouching down in front of him (what used to be behind him, the little creep). Tony's grin was that same predatory grin Tim had been seeing for the past few weeks. Tim backed up slightly and took out a book.

"Hey… Tony… so, um… you remember SOHCAHTOA, don't you?" Tim said nervously.

"It's so… peaceful here…" Tony said, as if he hadn't heard the younger boy. He moved so that his legs were under him and his gaze went up to the stars.

Tim felt himself calm down, and he smiled, "Yeah… sometimes I come here and just… pretend that I'm a country shepherd, with my white sheep baa-ing. The other girls and boys sometimes come and play around me… but usually it's just me and my sheep…"

Tony stared at him for a few minutes. "You can't be serious," he finally said. Tim gasped and looked up from the grass he had been staring dreamily at.

"What? But I am!" Tim exclaimed.

"Oh my god, Tim… you're such a sentimentalist… I think I've finally figured out what genre you would be…"

Tim stared at him for a moment, "What?"

"Well… I've been trying to figure out who everyone is, using the movie genres stereotypes," Tony replied, "I've figured that Leroy in an action movie: all gut reactions and mindless violence, Jimmy is fantasy, all plot and all special effects, and me? I'm a drama. I can move you to tears, or make you laugh out loud if I want…"

"And who am I, then?" Tim asked.

"The romantic comedy, of course," Tony replied, his voice and smile starting to scare the younger boy.

"Then what about, what about Ari, or—" Tim struggled to keep the conversation going before Tony leaned in and kissed him, either because he wanted to, or he wanted the younger boy to shut up. Tim pushed him away, "Oh, God…"

Tony's eyes were closed, and he was smiling that predatory grin again, "I know…" When Tim wouldn't answer, Tony opened his eyes and saw that Tim was crouching away from him, his hand over his mouth. Tony moved closer to the younger boy and took his hands, "When we look back, tonight will seem so unbelievably… beautiful…"

"And… in the meantime?" Tim asked incredulously.

Tony's smile became soft as he replied, "Why not?"

He shifted so that he was close to the other boy, and he once again leaned down to meet his lips with the younger boy's. Tim moved in to the older boy's embrace. When they came up for air, Tim looked at Tony with an incredulous expression.

"On my way here this evening, I thought we were just going to study…"

Tony looked a little disappointed, "So are you sorry we—"

Tim stopped him, "Oh no! No! I love you, Tony! As I have never loved anyone!"

Tony leaned down for another kiss, "And so you should…"

They shared another kiss, before Tony finally shifted closer and picked up the Trigonometry book.

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THREE more chapters. Sorry this one was a bit late. I took a short break from writing, but wound up writing anyway (yesterday), and it was the wrong story altogether, so my brain was fried for the night.

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Aeron Ailsa