A/N: Two different POV's...sorta...and much tamer than the previous chapters...
Dreaming Chapter 4:
He wakens slowly and sighs. The night before had obviously been a dream, yet another of his pent-up fantasies of making love and being made love to by his co-workers. Then he feels the breath at the back of his neck and turns over not able to believe his eyes when he sees the muscular chest before him.
His breathing deepens and he carefully scoots away, not wanting to waken if it's a dream and sure that he's still in the midst of one. He's not the pretty boy that Tony is, and he's almost certain that Gibbs wouldn't be here, loosely holding him in his arms unless it was a dream.
"You're over-analyzing again." The voice is sleepy yet definitely that of Jethro Gibbs.
"You stayed."
"Bed was firm enough and the company is good to look at."
Tim blushes at the rare compliment. "I'm not as good looking as Tony is."
"No, you're good looking in a different way."
"Pudgy and fat…major difference I'd say." Tim says derisively and receives a gentle head smack.
"Just need some firming of the muscles. I can recommend some trainers. Or you might try asking Ziva if you can run with her sometime."
"I don't want to create trouble for you. And there are your own rules and…"
Lips crush against his, silencing him for the time being. Hands callused from wood working and weapons handling fondle him, run over his chest, and Tim moans low in his throat before thrusting away from the object of his dreams.
"What's wrong Tim?" Gibbs asks softly.
Tim swallows, then says, "I'm…I want…I don't want to be a one night stand." And flees into the bathroom. Gibbs sighs as he flings an arm over his head. Of all the agents he wants…and has wanted, trust McGee to be the one with issues. Not immediately hearing the shower turn on, he slips off the bed and knocks on the bathroom door, opening it without waiting for Tim to answer. Tim is leaning against the tub, his arms wrapped around his legs and his head resting on his knees.
"Look at me," Gibbs softly commands and Tim warily looks up at him as Gibbs continues, "Talk to me. Tell me what is going on in that brilliant mind of yours."
"I don't want…I'm just afraid that this is all just a dream and you're a figment of my imagination and that tomorrow or whenever, you'll be on my ass about some computer glitch or other and then you'll expect me to just create a minor miracle while pretending that you didn't kiss me or whatever we might be about to do."
"And?"
"And…I don't want to just be a one night stand. I had that…you've had that…are you really satisfied with a wham bam thank you whoever?"
Gibbs sighs as he sits opposite Tim and thinks about what the young man said.
"I…I'm sorry, Gibbs but I can't do that. I want more…I want to be part of something special and I'm afraid that you don't want that."
Gibbs rubs his hands over his face. Yep, the man wants the impossible. Part of something special…last time he truly had something special…he groans and stands up, extending a hand to the younger man.
"Come on, at least get a warm shower and a massage. I can offer that much."
Tim blinks and smiles and Gibbs wonders if he's giving up too early. No, he doesn't believe in special relationships anymore. He had his chance and he's not taking that kind of risk anymore.
"Gibbs?"
"Yeah, let's shower and then I'll grab my stuff and go."
Tim starts the shower water and when it is warm enough he steps inside the tub and waits for Gibbs to join him. The older man has been extremely contemplative and Tim can't help being worried about him. Once the shower curtain closes Tim puts a hand on Gibbs' face.
"Are you okay?"
Gibbs nods mutely and quietly starts washing Tim's hair. The younger man closes his eyes and turns without being told, letting Gibbs wash his back. Hot tears mix with the water as Tim silently acknowledges that by telling Gibbs the truth he's probably lost the chance he could have had with the older man. But he can't lie to him either. As much as he wants to be loved by the man, he doesn't just want to be another one night stand and as far as he can tell, Gibbs isn't ready for a stable relationship. Eventually, maybe but for the moment, Tim will take what Gibbs can give him and rely on his fantasies to satisfy his feelings…
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Gibbs shakes his head…no, not this time. He's not about to lose Tim yet again. Every time he's had this dream it's ended the same…all because he couldn't tell the younger man how he feels. And yet, what if Tim doesn't feel that way? He opens his eyes and stares…he's not in the basement, he's not in his own room. There's a heartbeat thumping softly under his ear and he slowly looks at the form in his arms. A sleeping Timothy McGee is cradled in his arms…he hadn't imagined the night before. And yet, it could still be destroyed if he didn't handle things correctly this time.
"I can't tell you how I feel…if I do you'll die and I can't let that happen, not again." He doesn't realize he's voiced his fear until he feels Tim shift in his arms.
"You can't make that demand. It's not fair to either of us." The younger man says softly. Sleepy green eyes are clearing as Tim wakes up and he caresses Gibbs face.
"I want to care about you, I want to give you what I can, and not just as an agent but if you want me, as a lover. But if you doom us from the start, then that's not healthy for either one of us. You will bring both of us down and where will that get us? One or both of us will have to leave the team. We have a good team right now Gibbs. You know that so why ruin it?"
"You could get killed…you have a full life in front of you. You could have a brilliant career."
"Yeah, and I can walk across Main Street in Anytown, U.S.A and get hit by a car…that's reality Gibbs." Tim retorts softly his green eyes glittering with emotion.
"God, you even sound like her!" Gibbs mutters and Tim smiles.
"Sounds like she was someone pretty special then. Who was she Gibbs?"
"I…"
"When you feel ready to tell me about her, I'll listen. For now, remember that life goes on. We might not always know why, when it has almost destroyed our souls, but it does go on."
Gibbs stares at him, surprised by the wisdom in those green eyes.
"I have no memory of what happened prior to my accident when I was sixteen or the weeks surrounding it. I don't know what I could have done to prevent my accident. So I didn't drive for years because of it. Being on your team has helped me gain some of that confidence back again."
Gibbs grins as he comments, "But to make your first new car a Porsche?"
"Hey I had to one-up Tony somehow…" Tim grins back at him and Gibbs can't help chuckling. He shakes his head, marveling at the two young men who are constantly bickering back and forth.
"You two shoulda been brothers."
Tim appears to contemplate that idea and Gibbs gives him a gentle smack. Tim blinks up at him impishly.
"As long as I can still have the brains, I guess I can let him have the brawn."
Gibbs laughs then sobers. He looks at Tim who sighs and nods in silent agreement. For now their tryst such as it was is over. Tim sighs again and Gibbs looks at him as he searches for the clothes he'd brought over the night before.
"What?"
"Just wondering what you had fantasized about doing with me, to me and if it matched any of my own."
Gibbs leans down and whispers in his ear and Tim starts blushing at some of the things the older man says.
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Somewhere out on the Atlantic, a lone man slowly wakens from his dream and groans as he realizes just what he's been dreaming about.
A/N: I forgot to mention the twist at the end?...Mwahahahahaha