A/N: Another FR-21 Chapter - for about a minute
Darkness surrounds him and he's finding it hard to breathe. Suddenly, and a gentle voice reaches his ear as he's enfolded into strong arms that have reached out to him sight unseen.
"Trust me, Tim. Let go and trust me."
Guided by the voice he trusts above all others, Tim buries his head into the comforting embrace, too emotionally drained and needy to fight it any longer. Who is he to look such a long sought after gift horse in the mouth? This is just a dream, right? It isn't like he's giving his heart away again. That part of himself is safe here, isn't it? Even so, he can still feel the tension cling to him like a stubborn vine afraid of being cut loose.
"It's okay, Tim. I've got you." That voice murmurs softly as the arms that hold him begin gently soothing him with calming strokes of gentle sweeps on his back and arms, traveling further out with each stroke, the upward strokes reaching toward his neck and face as the downward strokes broaden out towards his stomach and even his sensitive navel.
With his head still buried comfortably, his heart becomes open, almost desperate to read into the touches, stirring his responses up and turning up the heat. It isn't long before he can't keep his head down any longer, suddenly, longing for the absolute confirmation that this is indeed real. His eyes seek those of those that have long held his heart captive, wanting, needing to read them and get lost in them.
"That's it, Tim. Look into my eyes. See that this is real."
Tim looks deep into those eyes, those trusting eyes that promise safety and is that love? Oh, God, if it only were love he saw there! Instantly, a tender caress is felt on his face and lips softened with passion meet his own, searchingly, achingly tender and yet promising more as Tim drinks from the kiss; moaning with pleasure even as he continue to drink as if he can't get enough. Relentlessly he returns the kiss with depth and a flurry of passion long retrained before now, his hands beginning to desperately blaze their own path of emblazoned sweet torture.
Strong arms move and those gentle hands come up to cup his face, stilling his frenetic movements. "Sssh. Easy, Tim."
Breathing heavily, Tim sags almost bonelessly on the chest that had just moments ago held him as those comforting arms had embraced him. God, he wishes he could stay here forever. Odd. Never in a million years would he have expected this to happen.
Those arms come up to wrap him in that safe embrace once more even as tender kisses begin to rein down on his face, starting at his brow and moving all over his face until once again, his mouth is tenderly caught up in a soul searing kiss that melts his heart and brings tears to his eyes.
"Okay?" the gentle question comes with an equally gentle finger that wipes away his tears.
"Yeah. What's wrong with me?" Tim worries aloud.
"Sensory overload. Just relax. Sleep, Tim." The quiet encouragement is accompanied by a tender kiss to the temple as they cuddle together once more.
"So tired. Can't sleep but so tired. Nothing makes sense. Can't stop thinking about it all. So tired…" Tim's brain whines.
"Ssh...Stop thinking. I've got you now. Go on to sleep." A hand comes up to gently push his head down onto a supportive chest, while the arms continue to support him.
Tim nods and squirms until he's comfortable, nestled further into the arms that hold him, no longer thinking about anything or wrapped up in the worry of how it doesn't make sense.
Deep from within his dream, he sleeps.
**NCIS***
Gibbs smiles softly as he looks down at Tim's sleeping face. He never imagined he'd be able to actually calm the young man in his restless rambling and moving around while he slept. Instinct had kicked in when Tim had begun kissing him so desperately and he'd found himself kissing Tim back so he could calm him and give him the connection he seemed to be searching for.
Hearing Tim ask what was wrong with him, had nearly broken his heart and he'd answered him honestly and had quickly set about comforting him and settling him back into sleep.
Maybe Tim would be ready to talk about things when he woke up. Laying his had atop of Tim's Gibbs allowed his own dreams to come find him and take him away, hoping they be full of Tim and their future together.
***NCIS*****
"I won't let you get caught up in believing you need to be someone's sub." The soul-touching tender voice vows seductively, yet so seriously there is no doubt he means it wholeheartedly.
Feeling warm all over from the trust and equal way in which he's being treated, Tim finds himself speechless yet nearly boneless with the need for this to go further than they've been before. God, he wanted to not only give himself completely, but to be given it all; now!
"Feel how much I want you." That same warm voice whispers warmly into his ear, as if echoing his own thoughts, causing his already roused erection to quiver with want and his inhibitions to fade away into nothing while rough feeling hands gently trace molten paths of blazing fire along his skin, stoking the fire hotter with every touch.
Reaching out to hold his partner, Tim's breath hitches as he sees Gibbs's eyes darken with wanton lust.
Everything he's dreamt of but hasn't dare to hope for is right here in those warm blue pools of bottomless trust and desire staring back at him now, drawing him in. This time it's Tim who closes the gap between them, pulling the older man closer and kissing him the way he's been wanting to; wantonly, with nothing standing in the way.
A moan of pleasure escapes his own lips, smothered in the kiss, as Gibbs's pulls him even closer still, one hand sliding around to hold him tight. Tim moans blissfully into the kiss again, finally allowing his eyes to close as he gives up control without even thinking about it, and feels the pleasure spike through him as the older man deepens the dance between their mouths. They break apart for a moment, panting; only to dive right back into another kiss, neither of them able to quench their thirst for the other.
Almost tenderly, Gibbs pulls away, cupping one hand against Tim's cheek, "Let's go to bed." He suggests in a way that makes it Tim's decision since they've not been any further than this before.
Tim nods, his body quivering with need, his legs feeling like jello while his heart beats wildly in his chest.
Gibbs nuzzles Tim's neck as one arm supports him around his waist. "Gonna make you feel so good, Tim."
Desire spikes even higher though Tim's spine and on down to his toes at that sensual voice promising something real. His already aching member jerks spasmodically to attention when Gibbs unexpectedly ghosts his hand across Tim's crotch, a tender smile still playing across his face.
"Leroy!" Tim wimpers with both need and anticipation, his knees beginning to knock.
With his smile now spread broadly across his face, Gibbs stops their movement toward the bedroom and turns Tim within his arm. Without any hands, the older man kisses him again; caressingly, enticingly and without reservation as he deals Tim a repeated touch to his nether region; this time with more pressure; enough to weaken Tim in the knees.
"Oh! Gibbs!"
**NCIS***
Bolting upright from within the gentle arms that have held him while he slept, Tim surges unsteadily to his feet in confusion and sexual tension, his swollen member already leaking and straining against what had been the restriction of his sweatpants. Standing still on wobbly legs, he runs a hand through his hair as he silently demands his brain come back online.
"Tim?" Gibbs asked as he stood up and joined Tim, ready to be there for him the moment he was asked.
Wordlessly, the younger man stubbornly refused to look his way; too embarrassed by these constant vivid dreams that have him so sexually charged he was almost powerless to think straight.
Gibbs tried again, this time pulling him gently into his arms as Tim stopped fighting him. "Do you really think you have to hide what you're feeling from me?" the tone was still the same compassionate and coaxing it had been all night, without anger or censure as the words were spoken soothingly into his ear.
All Tim could do was shake his head in denial. He knew Gibbs would never deliberately use how he felt against him, yet this was too surreal and too much of something he never believed possible for him to be able to wrap his mind around as the new reality he'd been lucky enough to find himself in.
Gentle, sympathetic and soothing had never been words closely associated with this older man's name and yet, those were qualities he was epitomizing so well right now, Tim felt like he was being wrapped in a protective cocoon made up of all three. It seemed unreal, but he really was tired of fighting what he'd been so desperate to find for so long. Lifting his head back up, he searched the older man's eyes yet again for the strength, honesty and trust he'd always found there.
"I won't hurt you." Gibbs swore with unwavering conviction, not even showing the slightest bit of anger at having to repeat himself.
Tim looked up at him with un-shuttered eyes; his want and hope swimming so clearly, it was all Gibbs could do not to sweep him up and get lost in the lust that roared through his veins at Tim's obvious readiness for the next step. All thoughts and emotions from earlier tonight at that club, leapt out the window, overtaken now by this very powerful moment between them that could not be denied any longer.
Deliberately harnessing his raging desires, Gibbs slipped into his most gentle gear, thrilled all the way to his soul to have been given this moment. Gently he kissed the younger man's soft lips, searchingly, invitingly. He'd leave the next step up to the younger man; all he could do was invite him in further than he'd done the last time they'd been together like this.
As Tim accepted the kiss and relished it, he found himself unable to hold back any longer. He let go and gave back with all the unleashed passion within him, wantonly, desperately drinking in the kiss and giving back urgently, primal want fueling every motion. Gibbs moaned inticingly before he could stop himself but pulled away in desperation, needing to yank his self control back into place for Tim's sake and his own.
As he held the young man away from him by the shoulders for a brief moment, Gibbs looked into his' eyes, now dark and hungry in their own rite. He quietly checked on how Tim was handling where things have gone between them. "Okay?"
Tim nodded wordlessly, his eyes large and expressive as always; now nearly shouting his thirst for more.
Gibbs pulled Tim tighter to him once more but this time did nothing more but hold him, almost as if he needed a moment to solidify their state of being okay with the progression of things between them. It wasn't a typical behavior for him, but he found himself cherishing the moment regardless.
When Gibbs didn't move, Tim slowly pulled away enough that he could bend his head until their lips touched, unwilling to be apart from his touch for that long. It wasn't long before the passion resurged between them, stealing their breaths as their arms wrapped around each other once more, desperation fueling Tim's relentless drive to drink from Gibbs' kiss like a man dying of thirst.
Only the need to breathe drove them apart this time, neither dropping their arms from the other as they stood, foreheads now touching gently, breaths coming in harsh spurts as hearts attempted to calm their racing.
Suddenly, as if from out of nowhere, Gibbs heard himself say. "We go into this as equals or not at all."
Hearing those words seemed to break the lock to Tim's heart that last precious bit, allowing his soul to nearly scream for more of what he was being promised in this moment. But Gibbs also saw the pain there for what he'd forced Gibbs to do in order to rescue him last night. It was to be expected since Tim was a sensitive soul and felt things like remorse and guilt more heavily than most people realized.
"Don't." Gibbs whispered, even though he still felt the pain himself, of having to put that damn collar on Tim, earlier. "It's over."
Tim nodded as relief filled his eyes. Without stopping to think or even ask, he stepped back into Gibbs' arms, silently asking to be held securely, safely, one last time before the passion that had fueled his journey so far, took him over and rendered him unable to think or reason; his readiness to take this further, left unspoken but definitely there for the taking.
As Gibbs reached out to smooth one of his hands down Tim's back. Tim sighed while the older man's' other hand covered Tim's hand, interlocking their fingers before bringing it up to cup Tim's cheek.
"Thank you." Gibbs murmured quietly in Tim's ear, his breath seductively teasing Tim's sensitive skin.
In genuine confusion, Tim looked up, the silent question in his eyes. What on earth could Gibbs have to be thanking him for? Surely it needed to be the other way around!
"For trusting me with your heart now. Thank you."
