A growl and a nip on my lip is the only reaction I get at the use of his first name; or so I thought, when I suddenly feel my self being flipped over face down on the bed.
"You thought I wasn't going to even for the I'm fine or the Leroy?"
"Oh I knew you would." I breath softly.
"Good then we're on the same page." I hear before a hand snakes under my waist and my jeans are un buttoned for the second time.
This time it's slow and leisurely, the anti of earlier. Jethro kisses me soft and deeply. I moan and raise up into him, his hands holding my wrists to the bed, keeping me from touching him any other way. If we were home I know one of my ties would be wrapped around my wrists so that I can't touch but he has free range over me.
Jethro knows just how to play my body and I know just how to play his in return. Giving in to what I want I roll us over and return the favor. But I break the kiss and nibble down his chin to his throat, scrapping my teeth over his throat. Now it's his turn to arch into me, I nip and scrape my way to his chest and kiss the tiny tattoo hidden in his chest hair over his heart, my initials next to Shannon and Kelly's. My heart clenches every time I see them, knowing how much we all mean to this complicatedly simple man.
I return to his lips letting go of his hand so that I can feel his skin under my fingers.
His hands are instantly in my hair. He'll never admit it, but he loves my hair, it's long enough to run his fingers through but short enough to still remind him I'm a man. I changed conditioners once and he actually went and found the old brand and threw the new one out. I never changed products again.
We staid like this for a long time making slow love to each other, until our breathing became desperate and frantic, until we couldn't stand to not be in each other's skins.
This is my favorite way to be with Jethro, when he isn't, he just is. He isn't Gibbs, he isn't a widower, he isn't a bereaved father, he isn't a Marine Gunny, he isn't a sniper, he is just my Jethro, the Jethro only I get to see. His eyes are the clearest blue but they are fogged over, his hands shake, and his breathing is jagged and erratic. This is the Jethro that let's me love him when he's hurt, pamper him, this the Jethro that let's me take care of him. That is way this is my least favorite Jethro, because if we can do this then he's let thing go to far and I am putting him back together.
My hand shake when I reach to touch his cheek, he turns into my hand, and I want to growl at what this place has broken in this man, before and now, but I keep it to myself. He smiles up at me and shakes his head once, "No this is just us," I don't know what he means until I feel his hand around my cock, Jethro shifts below me and I understand.
It maybe cliche but cliches exist for a reason, Jethro is a top, and I for the most part am a bottom. There has been three times Jethro has let me take him. This first time we ever made love, just after the whole Jeffry White debacle, when he finally remembered us after Mexico and this will make three.
Gently I press into him. I wait until his kisses my shoulder, just like before and then we move together, the pace matching our kissing earlier. Time stops and the world moves in time with our heartbeats, then melts away.
The first shudder takes a life time to feel but is to soon by half, I can't tell which one of us whimpered but I know the keening moan came from Jethro and I follow him over the edge of sanity.
I don't know who fell asleep first him or I but I know I'm the first to wake. I watch him, his face soft, he looks twenty years younger despite the grey in his hair. I will admit it I love his hair. I love his hair almost as much as I love him.
I run my hand over the soft grey strands, a ghost smile on my lips. I love waking him like this, slowly with all the time in the world. No rush to the yard. No frantic haste for the next case. I love to watch his eyes flutter open and for one moment in time they are clear, settled, happy and free. I know when the world settles back in on him because the light changes, it doesn't leave but I think it becomes a reflection of how it use to be.
This time when those eyes opened the light was there brighter than I had ever seen it. I waited for it to change as it always does, but it didn't; it stayed bright and clear.
I brushed my hand over his hair and a smirk played across his face, I wasn't sure what he was up to but I figured I'd know soon enough.
It didn't take more than a second, I found my back on the bed and his mouth trying to deprive me of oxygen, before I could respond Jethro had my hands pinned above my head and a hand on my cock.
In a matter of minutes he has me on the verge of orgasm, it's embarrassing really. Dinozzo's are not minute men, unless Leroy Jethro Gibbs wants you to be.
But just the second before I'm going to come he lets go, rolling me on to my stomach. I can't remember the last time we had sex like this... But then when he slides into me I really don't care.
The glorious feeling of having Jethro inside me, nothing comes close to matching it. I feel him lean forward and his hand slide under my chest, lifting it up. When were both kneeling I understand the near hand job.
This is not a great position for getting me off but being so close it feels sensational. Every nerve in my body is humming, waiting.
Jethro's arms are tight brands across my chest and have mine pinned at my side all I can do is twist them a little and grasp his thighs but it's enough to ground me as he fucks me in a whole new way.
I let my head fall back onto his shoulder and feel his lips on the corner of my lips. I don't know what this is but it is wonderful.
I love the stamina of this man, he can take me for hours, but today it seems is not one of those days. I feel the brands loosen and his hand snakes down to my balls. I moan immediately at the new sensation, and cry out as Jethro nips my shoulder. Then he shifts a little behind me and I scream when I see stars and come.
I know we are a heaving mess of limbs and come but I don't care. His arms are around me chest again and I am in heaven. I won't get girly and tell you how cherished and protected I fell, because Dinozzo's don't need that kind of thing, but I do feel it.
*SNAP*
"Shit, what was I that?" I ask afraid to really know the answer.
"Jackson."
"How could you know?" I growl even though I know he's going to be right.
"Can smell the old spice."
"Shit." I repeat. "I'm not moving, if he's coming in he can just see your cock shoved up my ass."
I feel Jethro's smile on my shoulder, "don't want to give him a heart attack, tony."
I sigh I know he's going to move and his weight is so delicious draped over my back, I actually hate Jackson for interrupting. But I wait for Jethro to move away, but he stays.
The door pops open but on a hand can be seen, it sets a thermos down, and a basket that looks like towels and maybe creamer, then the door shuts.
My smile matches the size of the one I feel on my back. Jackson's took care of his son but incur my wrath at the same time, I love this man.
"We should get up, you know before the team..."
I hear the hesitation in his voice. We have said these words a thousand times in a thousand ways, but never has there been any hesitation.
"Do you want to tell them?" I ask the question spoken so softly I'm not sure he heard me. But hey it's Gibbs of course he heard me. The question will be will he respond.
"Do you?" It was said as a single breath, my heart jerked in my chest. This is the tone reserved for the anniversary of the girls death, the drunken confession of absolute misery and pain.
I relish the though of moving but I need to see his face to see why this has him so torn again. I roll over but he's face in hung down so I roll us over until I can see his face. His eyes are closed.
"I love you, Leroy. I love you Jethro. And I even love you Gibbs. I don't care if the whole world knows it, but if for one second someone uses what we are to each other to hurt you I will shred them so thoroughly that Abby won't have enough syringes to suck up what is left of them to try find any forensic evidence."
His eyes open and I know he's thinking of killing Pedro Hernandez, so I kiss him for every once of love I'm worth.
I break the kiss and see his eyes are clear. He nods once and leans up and kisses my cheek. I know the sentiment is reciprocated.
"We tell the team." We say together and both smile with a soft chuckle.
"Come get up there is coffee wasting feet away from me."
"Yeah we'll after the coffee last night I think I'll wait till after you to have some."I said stepping into the little bathroom,I reached for the water and stopped. "Uh Jethro this stuff work?"
"Yeah, no hot water but there should be water in the tank. Don't drink it."
The towels turned put to be a few wash clothes and the coffee just black, but it's hot. After we clean up a bit and have a cup each we look towards the house. It still early, not even six yet, but it's time to go in and finish cleaning up and changing.
We walk back to the house holding hands, at the door Jethro looks down and smiles. Looking up he opened the door with his other hand not letting mine go.
At the table is Ziva and Jackson. I swallow the panic as Jethro's hand tightens around mine. We said we would tell them team, I didn't say I would be calm and sane about it. They don't even know either of us is bisexual let alone gay.
"It's fine Tony."
"Thanks Ziver." I hear, I turn and look at Jethro.
"She gets to use fine. Why does she get to use fine?" Okay here's the not sane part. I'm picking on her choice of words but not with her but with Jethro.
Jethro tries the Gibbs stare but I'm mostly immune to it outside of work, note the word mostly. "No how come..." My sentence is interrupted by a set of lips smashing them closed and a hand bracing the back of my head. And I'm relaxed.
"Tony?" I hear somewhere in another world...some where outside this kiss. When Jethro steps away from me I lean forward trying to follow him but I end up looking like a new born foal, all legs and no idea how to use them.
When I look around before me is Jethro, Jackson, Ziva, Abby and a very slack jawed still sleep rumbled McGee.
"You've given me crap for how many years about being gay? And then your going to stand in Gibbs's dad's kitchen and kiss like that? Man talk about transference." Tim turns and leaves the kitchen. I look at Jethro and know I have to go fix this. I hand him the basket from the trailer and rush down the hall to find Tim.
His door is closed, I try the door and find it locked...wait a lock on a Gibbs door. Did the world just implode? "Tim? PleaseTim open the door. Please let me explain." I lean my head in the door, "Please." I beg.
I hear the lock pop and turn the nob before he can change his mind. In the room he's sitting on the bed, his hair tussled from tossing and turning. Something I know he does when we're out in the field. He has a thing about sleeping in unusual beds. He still has a line in his face from where his sheet was under it. He looks adorable and very pissed.
" I'm not gay Tim. I'm bisexual." There's a chair near the bed so I swing it around and sit on it. His head is down, seems it's a day of me talking to the top of people's heads. "I pick on you about everything. At first it was to try to toughen you up. To try and rough up your bookish cover and make it a little more hardened leather than calf skin." He head tips up but I still can't see his face, so I continue, "then it became habit. And maybe it was a little deflection but only so no now would know and use our feelings against us. Tim do you think Gibbs could realistically survive losing another lover? I see every morning the memory of them settle back into his mind. It breaks my heart every morning that he has to wake up from sleep to remember that they were taken from him. Not just that they died but killed for doing something right. I won't let someone else hurt him like that."
I get a small nod, but nothing else. "Tim?"
"I won't tell anyone." His voice is small.
"We never thought you guys would. But we didn't want to be used against you either."
"So why today?"
Least now I can see his eyes. Not sure what I see, but he's looking at me. "This place has Jethro...off." It's the best description I can give Probie. "There's a place that he use to go with Shannon," I cringe at this but I think Tim needs to hear some to understand better, "he wanted to be there with me."
I let him digest that for a moment, I'm not going to give him the play by play version, he doesn't need those pictures in his head. "But when we uh left we apparently woke up Jackson and he followed us out there. He didn't know Jethro was..." Well fuck this is weird.
"He didn't know Gibbs was ambidextrous?" Tim offered, his version of batting for both teams I guess.
" had a talk and he guess you guys didn't know. Thought it was because we were ashamed of being gay. We tried to explain but he didn't believe us."
"So all this time...was just five years of hazing?"
"Um no not hazing..." Oh shit...this was bad.
"It's okay Tony. I know I needed it when I first started. To many books, not enough field."
"I could lay off, I will lay off your better now."
"No Tony I don't think you could, any more than you can stop from using movie references."
That brought a smile to my face and a laugh to my lips, Jethro and his reference earlier. I uh cough to cover the laugh and straighten in the chair.
"You're deflecting again." Tim said a smile brightening his face.
"You didn't say anything for me to deflect,McCrazy."
He tries his best Gibbs stare imitation but it's not even close so I do mine back and he caves. "No fair. You get to study it in ways I never could."
To that I do laugh, "No I don't. I don't piss him off enough to get it."
"What ever."
"Come on let's go before they thing we're doing something other than talking. Besides if I dodge Abby much longer a Gibbs stare would be the best thing to happen to me." I return the chair and hold out a hand to McGee. He looks at it and takes it I pull him up for the bed and he pulls me into a hug.
"We won't let anyone hurt either of you, Tony. Because I think you losing Gibbs would be just as devastating as him losing you."
I swallow the ball of emotion down or well I try.
"Go take a shower Tony. You smell like sex."
It was my turn to stare slack jawed, but I recover quickly and quip back "I better with a lover as good as Jethro." Who of course is standing on the other side of the now open door.
"Not your morning is it Dinozzo?"
I step up to him and put my hand on the back of his head, "Every day I get to do this is my day,Jethro." Then I kiss him until his knees are weak. "I'm taking a shower. Someone things I smell like sex."