A/N: A very long night of giving and receiving –and giving back for our couple.
A deeper layer of the onion we call Gibbs peeled back here.


Just a touch of A/U for Ziva (if you blink, you'll miss it)
Bring a fan. Bring 2


"Let's go home."
"Be there in ten."

Five minutes....last stop light before Leroy's house, just two blocks to go...

Six ...pulling into the driveway, wait shouldn't the older man's car be in the driveway already? Why isn't he here yet?

Seven ... throwing his car in park and killing the engine, stepping out and locking it up, his eyes already finding their way to the door of the house. Thank goodness he leaves the door unlocked unless we're both inside!

Eight ... sprinting up the walk to the porch, his hand on the door as he literally falls into it, landing on the other side when it's opened from the inside. Out of breath and off balance, he misses that fact as he closes the door behind himself and smiles anyway as he huffs out tiredly, "Nine minutes! Now where is h...?"

"What took you so long?" His lover's warm breath caresses his neck and sends shivers down his spine as his gravelly voice jolts Tim's heart, causing it to miss a few beats.

"Breathe, Tim." Leroy encourages him with just a hint of a smile as he reaches out to hold him up. He meant surprising the younger man to be in fun. But when it becomes obvious a split second later that Tim's breathing has faltered, it's no longer funny. He's relieved a mere heartbeat later when Tim's breath comes back forcefully in a rush.

In a moment of adrenaline-fed emotion from his genuinely scared lover, suddenly the younger man is pulling away while he explodes. "God, Leroy, don't do that!"

"Wasn't tryin' to scare ya, Tim." The older man apologizes sincerely as he pulls him in for a calming embrace.

Tim wordlessly nods into the older man's chest in understanding as he works to get his breathing back under control.

"Expected ya coupla minutes ago." The older man explains. "Thought I'd surprise you."

"Ha." Tim huffs out tiredly against his lover's chest. "I'm... lucky... I didn't get ...a speeding ticket... on the way ...as it is."

Leroy smirks at the reminder that the differences in their driving is a subject and an ability that they will always differ on - good-naturedly. He's relieved that Tim is talking again already but a little disappointed when the younger man withdraws from his embrace, a reluctant smile on his face. There's no more anger radiating from him, though, so at least that's been resolved, just as he'd known it would be.

Holding onto the wall with one hand, Tim toes off his shoes and tosses them by the door where the shoes are kept. Without wasting any more energy being angry about the scare he'd inadvertently been put through, or talking, he turns to face the older man, silently watching him for a minute, unsure where to go from here. Losing his breath for a time doesn't happen very often and it's thrown him off.

"You all right?" Leroy worries now as he steps closer, one strong capable yet oh so tender hand immediately reaching out to card the younger man's hair.

Tim nods. "Yeah." Usually quick to lean into his lover's touch when Leroy does this to his hair, tonight, Tim doesn't react that way. His libido has cooled and his thoughts have taken advantage of the time to run full-speed ahead. Suddenly, the events of the day seem to catch up to him and he slows down, his hands stop moving in his lover's direction.

Leroy didn't miss the moment Tim's mind shifted away from the all-out make out session they'd been headed for, into a contemplative seriousness that begs for a little time to think. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that the younger man is still trying to process what happened at dinner tonight. Without words, he encourages Tim to walk with him to the living room and together they get comfortable sitting side by side on the couch.

Wanting to show him once again, that he's capable of being there for him in times like this, Leroy gives him a few minutes to think but then he reaches up and caresses Tim's cheek along his ear, quietly encouraging him to speak. "Talk to me."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to kill the mood" Tim worries with a look of regret in Leroy's direction.

"You haven't." His lover promises with enough hunger in his tone to prove he's being honest.

Tim smiles softly. A moment later his smile has turned upside down but he remains mum as he gazes distantly over Leroy's shoulder.

"Let it out." Leroy insists, his tone still quiet and encouraging "Can't be Tony. You've already given him a free pass for last night."

Tim shakes his head. "I'm not completely convinced, Leroy, but I do know that when Tony says he's sorry, he means it. Not gonna stop watching our backs around him for a while yet, but I'll give him the benefit of the doubt - until he gives me a reason not to."

The older man nods. That explains the tight look to his lover's smile when he'd accepted the Senior Field Agent's apology earlier. And it opens up the door for the question he's been wanting answered for a few hours now. "You ever gonna tell me what went on between you two today that I don't know about? Tony's been lookin' guiltier than a cheatin' card player caught with a stacked deck all day."

Another frown slides into place on Tim's face. "It's no big deal. Just Tony being Tony. But that is what I was thinking about."

Again, Leroy offers a nod of acceptance. This is as close to the real answer as Tim's going to let him get. He can live with that without discussing it any further so long as it doesn't happen anymore. He chooses his words carefully and keeps the tone of his request serious. "Happens again, you'll tell me about it?"

"Okay." Tim concedes with a nod of his own. It's a compromise he can live with. This way he's no rat and Tim's got carte blanche to lay it out there if Tony slides back into the crap he pulled last night and this morning.

Noticing the time slipping away from them, Tim sighs. He lets himself look over at his lover again, this time his heart in his eyes as he worries that the night's going to slip away from them before they've had the time to spend it together the way they wanted to.

Gently pulling the younger man to him, Leroy wraps an arm around his shoulder and together they just bask in the moment of cuddling without pressure. As much as he'd like to make love to him right now, as badly as he'd been looking forward to it back at the diner, this relationship has so much more going into it, that he won't rush anything just for physical gratification. Shannon taught him that a long time ago and Tim has shown him that it's the same for him, as well. They both have way too many layers that make up who they are as individuals, not to take the time to peel some of them back when the time is right, like now.

Times like these when emotions are running a little off, slow, comforting and secure counts for something. Tim is too precious to him to do anything else right now, except show him that he can come to him about anything. After all these years of Tim's not believing that, it's a part of this that Leroy wants fixed between them firmly and without hesitation. If that's not fixed, they don't have much of a foundation supporting this relationship and this former Marine won't handle things wrong this time around, at least, not if he can help it.

Enjoying this time of just cuddling with Leroy on the couch, as the older man's arm securely wraps around him, Tim lays his head back against the back of the couch and basks in the moment., closing his eyes and shifting even closer to Leroy without conscious thought. Countless minutes later, he breaks the spell, quietly speaking his mind, his eyes opening as he moves his head to look at his lover. "Thank you, by the way."

"For what?" Leroy asks in confusion as his free hand goes back to carding Tim's hair.

"I guess you have no idea how reassuring your text was." Tim replies wryly, a soft appreciative smile coming into his features now, this time leaning into his lover's attention.

"I think I do." Leroy replies seriously as he gazes back at him. "Thank you."

"For what?" Tim's tone and expression both speak of his own bewilderment.

"Vests." Leroy answers without missing a beat, the quiet seriousness in his voice leaving no room for doubt that this is coming from his heart. "From now on."

"Thank you." Tim accepts the man's vow for the promise that it is, his own breath less than steady. After all, this is a huge step for the older man and his lover is well aware of it. More than that, he respects it and treasures it. Almost on their own, Tim's fingers begin small trails up and down Leroy's arms as if signaling that the time for serious conversation has passed.

Hearing the relief and genuine appreciation in Tim's tone and feeling the stirrings of want underneath the younger man's caress spurs Leroy into action. Suddenly, he can't wait any longer to reaffirm for each other what they have. "C'mere?" He huskily invites, his eyes leaving no doubt he's hungry and not for food. At Tim's tiny nod, Leroy lowers his mouth to the one waiting for him, the younger man's lips already slightly parted in breathless anticipation, his own eyes darkening with a matching hunger. Instantly, two mouths mingle together into a dance that's soon one of epic proportions. Tongues tangle and spar before pulling back to search, learn and taste each other's warm caverns. His impatient hands begin to work quickly yet ineffectively at trying to remove the clothing that's serving as a barrier between them and what they want; the touch of Tim's warm, beautiful skin under them.

Tim's arm reaches up as he moves to lay completely out on the couch, to pull Leroy closer, his other arm wrapping itself around his lover's waist to pull him closer there as well. Intimately, he's been set free from his inhibitions; consequently, he's openly responsive and even some times the one doing the initiating. Somewhere in the back of his mind he's picked up on Leroy's cues that he's perfectly okay with that. It's an exhilarating feeling and he's just going with it, moment by moment

Mentally, Leroy's smiling at Tim's openness and his unmasked desires. It's a complete turn-on and without hesitation, he, too lets loose of any thoughts beyond this moment with the young man that's quickly filled his soul with a completeness he'd thought he'd never find again. His hand stops worrying about Tim's clothes and goes to stroke the younger man's hair, kissing him more passionately as he deliberately stokes the fire.

Because they both need some sleep, Tim's in too much of a hurry to waste a single minute and the next has him working on the same goal the older man had on his mind a moment ago, his hands trying to remove the older man's double layer of shirt he always wears, in an effort to get it over the man's head and off his shoulders. He wants to make every moment of this time they have tonight count. Unfortunately, the shirt's not making much progress.

A warm, sexy chuckle sounds in the air, along with a teasing response as Leroy pulls back to look into the younger man's eyes, his own sparkling with laughter. "Let me ..."

The combination of those gorgeous blue eyes looking at him and the words spoken in that voice that pulls at him every time he hears it, has a bolt of pure desire rushing through him and all thoughts of hurrying going out the window with Tim's eyes darkening even more hungrily as he replies in a voice that leaves no doubt just how hot the fire is already burning. "Piece... by... piece."

With eyebrows marching up to his hairline in surprise, Leroy grins. He stands to his feet, gives Tim a hand up and scorches him with a soul-searing kiss that renders them both breathless in the end, gentle hands wrapped around the younger man's had pulling him in. With small breaths, he suddenly steps back and urges them toward the next step. "I'll lock up - you go...three minutes!"

Tim laughs breathlessly out loud at the gruff warning. He can get everything ready in that time After all, he's got some stuff stashed here where it merely looks like it belongs here, for times such as these with Leroy. Three minutes? He can do a lot in three minutes!

*********NCIS***********

She parks outside his apartment, watching him leave his cab and head inside. Giving him just five minutes, she locks up her car and heads in after him. He's got a lot on his mind and is still working through it, as made obvious by the fact that he wasn't very attentive to his surroundings when he got out of the car. If he had been, he'd have noticed her by now. That worries her.

Knocking on his door a minute later, she's not surprised that he opens it with a wary expression on his face. "Ziva?"

"I think we need to talk, Tony." She quietly offers.

"Ziva, it's late." He leans against the doorframe, not yet letting her in.

"Yes, and you are not tired because you have a lot on your mind. So, talk to me." She insists firmly.

"About what?" He doesn't move while he questions her, his crankiness a testament to his truly having a lot on his mind.

"Tony. I saw everything." She tells him in an even quieter tone of voice.

Tony blinks as he half-stumbles back enough to let her inside, making sure to close the door and lock it behind her. "What are you talking about?"

"At the restaurant tonight. I came back. I saw everything; the careful way the three of you spoke; the way you looked at them just before you got into your cab; the way they looked at each other when you left...the way they spoke to each other after, the way they looked at each other..."

"So you put two and two together and..."

"And I am here." Ziva cuts to the chase. "I know this is what your mind put the pieces together about last night. It is why you were so upset you rushed out of the diner, yes? But, I would like to know why that is."

"Why it hit my 'super pissed off' button?" He asks with self-mockery. He shakes his head as he paces back in forth in front of his fish. "You're good, Da'vid! You're really good! I'll give you that much. But..."

"I am also your friend, Tony. And I know when you need to talk. Please...I do not wish to work where it is ...cold... between you and Gibbs."

Tony begins pacing as his walls come down in her hands. "I just...it's Gibbs, Ziva! Gibbs! You know, straight - flirts with women - hell, marries 'em if they're redheads and don't turn out to be suspects! I just don't...get it!"

"That is not the only reason this bothers you so much. You are well aware that people can change. That is what makes this 'bi-sexual' work for people, yes? What is the real reason you are so upset that they have found each other?" She pushes uncaring if she's used any words wrong at this point. It's more important that Tony understands what she's trying to say.

"No. You're right. It's probie." PROBIE! You know, 'supposed to be 'straight 'I'm not gay' Probie?" Tony exclaims. "But, I'm trying really hard here, to accept it and be okay with it, ya know? It's like I told them tonight, I am working on it. I know that as long as they don't hurt each other, I have to suck it up and figure out how to be there for them."

"Tony. Have either of them ever once stuck their nose into your relationships?" Ziva wants to know.

"Barrett." Tony fires back, finally standing still for a moment.

"She...does not count." Ziva retorts without missing a beat.

"Then no. They haven't." Tony admits. "But, then again, none of my relationships have ever included a teammate. - or the boss!"

"Have you spoken to Ducky about this? Perhaps he could help you understand."

Tony flops down on the couch with defeat "Ha-ha. Oh, yeah! I definitely spoke to Ducky!" He mutters.

"What did you do?" She asks in concern.

"I yelled at him, Ziva." He admits guiltily.

She shakes her head at him in abject disappointment. "Oh, Tony."

********NCI*********

A trip to the head with some extra prep time and Tim's ready to set the mood, his romantic side happily coming out to play as he moves around. From their hiding place he pulls out six battery operated LED candles and sets them about the room, turning off the other lights along the way. Once he's done that, his next step is to close the curtains against any possibilities of peeping toms with spyware. He seriously doubts that Tony will do anything like that but his years of training and searching for such perps in their cases has set his mind up to think of this without any effort, albeit briefly.

Pulling the bed covers down to the end of the bed, he folds them down completely out of the way and turns his attention to the pillows, propping them up in their place. In no time at all, the room is cozy, softly illuminated and inviting, setting the mood just right for what Tim already knows will be a sensual experience - now made all that much more alluring for them. A shiver of sensual hunger courses through him as he takes a seat in the chair that faces the door.

He's mentally picturing just how Leroy might divest him of his clothes. He knows his lover enjoys undressing him and it's equally enthralling and seductive to be undressed by him. It always serves to turn up the heat on things between them. But it also speeds up Tim's first round of fireworks and the young man is still trying to work on bettering himself when it comes to that. He's just not sure there's been any improvement yet. It's the only less than bright spot in this relationship and it doesn't see the light of day very often, except in moments like the ones coming up.

With the promise to do the undressing all the way around this time, Leroy will be pulling double duty, while Tim will be at his mercy. God, please don't let me ruin this for either of us! Tim's breathing is already tripping slightly at the mental images that are in turn, sending all the right signals to the rest of his body, the tension building with the wait. Calm down, Tim. Don't let it build before he's even started! Calm down!

He hears his lover's breathing as he reaches the other side of the bedroom door and it quickens his pulse. Sure enough, Leroy steps into the doorway, his gorgeous blue eyes immediately finding Tim as they lay his hunger and desire bare for the younger man to see, Tim can't help but think: Life doesn't get much better than this!

*******NCIS**********

"He's just confused. I have to fix this! I can fix this!"

Abby's fuming mad and restless which is not a good combination for finding sleep. In fact, she's not even attempting to go to bed. Instead, she's desperately combing through her contacts to find some help. She's on a mission and no one and nothing will stop her. Timmy is as straight as they come and nobody's gonna mess with that!

On top of that, her mind is boggled at the idea that her Silver Haired Fox is anything but straight. She just doesn't understand how any of this happened. Worse, she's completely unsure what to do about it. Wait; there is someone she can talk to about this! Ducky!

Yanking out her cell phone, she hits the speed dial number for him. "Ducky! I need your help! We gotta act fast! ..."

*******NCIS**********

"...There's no time to waste!"

As the super excited Lab Rat's loud prattle winds down, the elderly M.E. who's trying to get some sleep is finally able to grasp that she's not excited so much as she is upset. "Abigail, my dear. What seems to be the problem? Is someone injured?"

"Well, no. I mean, not physically...but, Ducky..."

"Please, Abby. It's late. If no one is injured and my medical assistance is not required, than whatever it is can certainly wait until the morning."

"Yeah. Okay. Good night, Ducky."

"Good night, my dear. Remember, I will gladly help in whatever way I can - in the morning."

"Right. G'night."

Ducky ends the call and works to get himself comfortable in bed once again. He contemplates turning the ringer off on his cell phone and taking his house phone off the hook. Nah. He'll just pray that there are no more problems at least until the morning.

*********NCIS***********

On the threshold of his bedroom, Leroy stops to stare at the beautiful sight before him. Siting in the chair, in the sensual shadows, boldly waiting for him to make good on his promise to undress him, his lover patiently meets and holds his gaze; their words to each other from just moments ago, sparking the tenders that are fuel to the fire between them.

"Let me."
"Piece... by... piece."

Piece by piece is right! A shudder rips through the older man as heat surges through his veins, nearly shredding the last remnant of his determination to take this slow, when their eyes find each other in the soft glowing light. With a sultry smile of his own, Leroy steps forward in Tim's direction, the words from earlier on his mind, igniting his desire to join with this gorgeous man before him.

With Tim's rumpled hair and soft, full lips swollen from their previous kiss and his sparkling hungry eyes watching him with so much emotion shining through right now that it's impossible to miss how much this time means to him, his lover has never looked more beautiful. It's all Leroy can do to hold back a moan of lust as his eyes drink in every detail, just barely managing the nearly impossible task of stemming the tide of his own matching hunger as it heats up.

Tim silently rises to his feet in one smooth motion, desire pouring out of every pore on his being, his hands already coming up of their own volition, eager to peel back the layers of his lover's clothing and let his hands feel the older man's beautiful body under them, completely forgetting Leroy's wish to do it all for the both of them. With the glowing light adding just the right sensual feel to anticipation of being undressed by those strong yet tender hands, his breathing hitches momentarily, his nostrils flaring as they take in the scent that is all Leroy- sawdust and old spice as his hard, leaking member swells in abject anticipation and desire.

Unwilling to break the magic, the silver-haired one smiles hungrily without speaking as he slides his hands up the younger man's chest over the soft fabric and slowly slips one small stubborn button out of the hole before moving his hands down to the next one. With their eyes locked on each other, bathed in matching desire, warmth and anticipation, there's a delicious tension building between them that nearly sparkles tangibly in the air while Leroy works silently to do likewise to the rest of the buttons, running his hands appreciatively up his lover's chest once he's done. He spreads the shirt wide revealing the younger man's bare chest. With a look of pure desire, the older man slips the shirt off Tim's shoulders, the fabric framing those broad shoulders until it slides off the rest of the way and drops to the floor, no longer a barrier between them.

He feels his lover react to him in the way his breathing quickens and his body begins to tremble, feels his own pulses jump and senses his need to seize the moment he's been given. Unable to resist, the older man runs his hands over Tim's chest again, feeling the heat of his bare skin under his hands. With a heated look, Leroy bends down and tenderly kisses him in a trail that brings him back up the younger man's neck, on up to his ear, searing his lover in every spot while his hands lock around Tim's waist, anchoring him at the same time he speaks next. "No touching."

As a shudder of anticipation rips through Tim, he bites back a moan of sensual hunger, wanting whatever comes next with Leroy at the helm of this journey. They haven't added that directive to their lovemaking before and it's pouring gasoline on the already lit fire in his blood. Panting, he keeps his eyes glued to his lover's, darkened and hungry, pupils dilated with his arousal, enjoying every second of this.

Dipping in for a kiss, Leroy immediately feels a wave of lust roar through him as he's tasting his lover's sweet nectar. Bringing one hand up, he tenderly pulls Tim's head closer, melding their mouths together even tighter as he turns up the heat of the moment, drinking from it, all that the younger man is giving.

Tim can't breathe as he feels a jolt of electricity run up and down his spine when his lover pulls him in closer and locks his mouth firmly on his, the older man's tongue searching and teasing, sensual and so arousing and breathtaking, he wants to stay here, locked with Leroy forever. Needing to catch his breath, however, Tim pulls back from the kiss, his hands restlessly opening and closing, desperate to hold something, as the wave of want roars through his veins. The sensual smile he offers his lover as his heart beats wildly in his chest now, sets things in motion once more as strong, calloused, yet gentle hands slide over Tim's chest once more.

Seeing the way Tim's fighting the urge to reach out and touch him, Leroy distracts him with another kiss while he very slowly moves his hands down and works the zipper on his lover's jeans down, a teasing smile on his face as he takes his time releasing the pressure on the young man's straining erection without touching it. Smiling slyly at Tim, he ignores the obvious and brings his hands back up to the young man's waist. Leroy immediately begins working at the belt until it releases. He gazes into those gorgeous green orbs watching him with unmistakable intensity and desire, wonder and care and it nearly stops his heart

Tim's skin is flush and hot, his achingly hard and throbbing member, already leaking pre-cum and straining in the confines of his boxer briefs begging to bury itself in something warm and tight while his palms itch to reach out and touch his lover's warm skin only adds fuel to the fire that's beginning to rage so hot, a sensual moan is ripped from this throat.

His own breathing becoming unsteady as the rush of desire courses through him, Leroy nearly loses it at the sound of Tim's moan as it electrifies his already lit fire. Biting down hard on his own reaction, he keeps his eyes on the beautiful man before him, stepping closer and slowly sinking down on his haunches, smiling with amusement, as his lover's eyes grow wide with surprise. Gently he pushes first one, then the other leg of Tim's pants down the rest of the way down his long legs, stopping when the belt on the waist, reaches the floor.

Without a second thought, Leroy reaches out and wraps one hand snugly on Tim's now detectibly naked hip where it rises just above the waistband of his briefs, as his other hand carefully lifts first one of Tim's feet and then the other, deliberately removing the sock without tickling the foot and placing each one back down outside the pant leg. All that's left once his lover's, carefully stepped out of his pants that have dropped around his ankles, is those smokey gray boxer briefs Tim loves to wear for the sake of how enjoyable it is to be taken out of them at the end of the day.

Tossing the discarded clothing out of the way, Leroy raises back upright once more. What he sees before him now steals his breath away. There's no doubt his lover's more than ready for him. Completely unaware of just how beautiful he looks right now, Tim's frozen in time, his eyes, bright green oceans of pure unadulterated desire and anticipation while the sound of his fractured, unsteady breathing fills the air, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as they obey the order not to touch Leroy, leaving no doubt the effect being undressed this way is having on him.

The younger man's eyes remain drawn to those of his lover's - those oceans of blue now darkened with desire. Trembling with a need that had been steadily climbing for the past few minutes, he stares unabashedly; drinking in the bottomless hunger and anticipation in Leroy's eyes as they hold his own without wavering.

Deliberately locking his gaze onto those of his completely enraptured lover, Leroy licks his lips before returning his heated gaze to what's waiting for him on the other side of those briefs. Tim's rod is already obviously interested and it's all Leroy can do to keep his hands off. His fingers itch to wrap themselves around what's waiting for him just inches away and before too long, his self-control slips away; his fingers moving as they spread out and close over Tim's cloth covered full flesh, feeling the weight even as it continues growing and thickening with unmistakable abject interest.

Tim's eyes glaze and close, his breathing ragged and harsh as he arches, pressing himself into the older man's hand without conscious thought or effort, a soft moan escaping his lips from the indescribable wave of pure pleasure intensifying with every stroke of Leroy's thumb. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows he won't last much longer without climaxing so hard he'll be seeing stars. Right now, however, he's too caught up in the moment, high on endorphins and wanting very much to soar into the stratosphere or at the very least bury himself inside his lover's hot tight channel that he almost can't breathe from the force of restraining himself.

Leroy watches as his thumb moves against the fabric, caressing Tim's length, seeing it swell even more beneath his attention, the feel of soft flesh, responding to his touch sending a wave of pure lust straight to his own neglected rod, electrified through the sounds of Tim's guttural response and obvious ache for release. With his own lust roaring in his veins, Leroy draws Tim in for another arousing kiss, their mouths melded together hotly; both desperate to drink from each other, his hand still cupping Tim intimately.

Knowing Tim is watching his every move, Leroy forces himself to pull back from their kiss and turn his attention to his own shirt, while his eyes remain on Tim, alternating between the younger man's beautiful eyes and the unmistakable evidence of his desire for the older man. Painstakingly slow in his movements, the silver haired man turns up the heat by locking gazes once more with the owner of those hunger filled beautiful orbs of green that haven't left his own as he lifts both his polo and t-shirts over his head. When the shirts are dropped behind him and his hands are free once more, he swiftly brings them back down, framing his lover's face as he leans in to kiss him. As their lips meet and the dance begins in earnest, one of Leroy's hands immediately moves to rid the younger man of his boxer briefs, moving first one side down off his hips and beautifully rounded buttock, then the other, back and forth, inch by inch as more and more of smooth, skin is revealed, spurring the older man on, turning up the heat of their mating tongues.

The sudden wisp of cool air across Tim's hip as his boxer briefs are shifted away from him on one side but inadvertently pulled closer on the other, has him biting his tongue to keep from moaning again as the wave of heightened pleasure sends tingles up and down his spine.

Tim's lips are so sweet and his tongue so warm, sharing small breaths with him is breathtakingly hot. Leroy lets his lips and tongue travel over the tempting jaw line of his lover as he works to free the young man the rest of the way from the last of his clothing, feeling the tension building within Tim with every moment that goes by.

When the fabric moves down more, this time, connecting with his pulsing muscle, Tim feels his knees grow weak as it throbs almost painfully with the need for release. Leroy's arms tighten around him, drawing his attention back with another kiss, this one slow, deep and endless.

Leroy nearly moans in raw need as his eyes take in their fill when the last barrier to Tim's bare skin is gone. The young man in all his nakedness is gorgeous, trim, fit and so attractive, it steals his breath away at the same time that it incinerates his control, stoking his inner fires so hot the older man feels like he's being scorched. His own rod is so hard and full, it's all he can do to rein in his raging need to bury himself deep inside Tim already. Taking a deep breath, he raggedly lets it out and deliberately returns his focus to his lover's mouth once more, this time gently inviting him back to dance, his hands wrapping themselves around Tim's back, pulling him closer and holding him there.

Hungry for more, Tim raises his head and finds that Leroy's mouth reclaiming his. He freely answers the invitation without hesitation, treating himself to an endlessly gratifying taste of his lover's sweet mouth, though quick to turn up the heat under both their fires by ravishing Leroy's mouth now, voraciously questing for more.. His hands reach out to wrap around the older man's waist once again as he momentarily forsakes the 'no touching' request and all is right with his world.

Breathing raggedly, Leroy forces himself to pull back, his eyes locked on those of his lover as he slows things down for a minute. Letting them bask in the flames of hunger while, he unbuckles his own belt, letting his pants fall to the carpet on their own in one fell swoop. He can't stop the sensuous smile that graces his expression when his lover's eyes take in his every move and turn even warmer with desire.

Tim's not sure how much longer he can last. This undressing is quickly sending him to the edge, just as he'd suspected it would. As he watched Leroy begin to undress several heat beats ago, the pants being stripped away first, he couldn't help but feel the rush of pure lust that surged through him, blocking out everything except the movements of his lover standing just two feet in front of him. He saw the older man smile at him in that warm, sensual way that had his toes curling into the carpet and it went directly to his hard, dripping rod. It's part of the reason he fought this so hard; knowing he'd have a hard time not cumming too soon. Closing his eyes in frustration now, Tim closes his hands at his sides into fists. If he keeps looking at his beautiful lover in all his naked glory he won't last another minute. He can barely hold back what's building up from within as it is, already feels it as his balls begin drawing up tight into his body. It's too intensely pleasurable and overwhelming to stop now. But he has to slow this train down, for both their sakes. It's too soon to lose it. He hasn't even had time to give back yet. Trembling already with the effort not to let go, Tim closes his eyes even tighter, his hands continuing to open and close with tension,

Leroy cups his obviously concerned lover's his hands again, his voice thick with emotion and desire as he speaks into his ear, "Just let go, remember?" Reminding Tim of the conversation they'd had about this very problem.

The timbre of his lover's voice and the memory of that quiet talk, hits Tim in the heart as he opens his eyes, to find empty space in front of him where Leroy had just stood. Suddenly, two strong hands began to massage his shoulders from behind just as a seductive mouth finds the juncture of his throat where it meets his shoulder, nibbling him there. "Mmmmm." Tim moans contentedly as he let his head fall to his chest, his heart pounding with the realization that life is indeed beautiful, exciting and fulfilling with Leroy by his side.

"Like that?" Leroy asks huskily as he moves his hands around to Tim's nipples and begins teasing them.

"Oh, yeah.' Tim groans as he raises his head back up and pushes his nipples further into his lover's hands, his hands obediently clenched at his sides once more.

Leroy silently turns Tim around and lowers his head to take one of the young man's nipples into his mouth and suckle it while his hands continue to blaze a heated trail across Tim's navel and waist while deliberately avoiding his obviously straining and ready rod. Almost as if he's attempting to divert Tim's attention from his touch, Leroy's head raises back up long enough to quietly ask a question he wants answered, his tone low yet serious while his hands keep touching. "Think you can let go now?"

"Oooh.. Yeah...Yes, I can. Ooh, .feels... sooo good." Tim murmurs throatily as he squirms further into the other man's touch. "Wanna touch you Leroy. Hold you."

With a whispered. "Not yet." in his ear for a response, Leroy lowers himself to his knees, locks gazes with the younger man and rocks his world with the quiet words that come out of his mouth next. "Want you to fly first."

Before he even has time to react to that, his lover oh so sweetly, blows the first of several puffs of air across the tip of Tim's already pulsing rod. It's more than the younger man can handle without verbal response and his reaction is beyond his control now, "Oh, God! Oh! Leroy! Don't stop! Oohhh! Feels so good! Gonna cum..." Tim babbles, grabbing onto his lover's upper arms for life. The visceral reaction can't be shut down as his climax rushes up from within, bringing with it a roaring in his ears and stars behind his eyes. "Oooh..,oh, oh. Leroy!"

With a final, firm breath of warm breath, hitting pulsing, hardened rod just right, Tim is gone, flying free with a drawn out shout. "NNGGGHHHH!"

His lover's shout of ecstasy fills the air, going straight to Leroy' own almost painfully hard cock, launches him out over that edge in Tim's wake, albeit much more calmly while he holds the younger man tight through his release, a grin plastered on his face while he rejoices in the precious moment that will forever live on in his memories.

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Pouting and feeling very much like a spanked little girl, Abby despondently pours through her contact list. There's gotta be somebody who can help her figure out a way to fix this! What Timmy needs is some serious time away from his regular routine - doing something that will hold his interest and maybe even spark a new avenue of exploration for him - in the straight world. All she needs to do is find someone who's willing to do her a favor and take Timmy under their wing for the required time while visions of not sugar plums, but sugar babes literally dance in his head - okay not in his head, but on it?

Abby chuckles at her own joke. On his head...ha, how's she going to accomplish that? It would take hours and hours of ...wait...ON it... That's it!That's how it can get done! Now, who does she need to call to get that to happen? Darrel? No, he's on vacation... Denny? No, Darrel's twin brother is on vacation with him. Hmmm. Oooh! Kenny! Yeah, he's the one!

Flipping open her cell phone, she makes the call. "Hey Kenny!...Yeah, man, It's Abby! Yeah, I know it's been way too long and I'm real,,ly sorry about that...How am I? Oh, I'm fine. Really! Good. Ooh, right ...listen, do you remember that promise you made me to help me anytime I needed it? I'm calling in that favor, Kenny. I have a friend who desperately needs just what you have to offer...yeah? That's great...the sooner the better...really? That's actually perfect!...uhm, I'm not sure how...you will?...Kenny, you are a gem among gems! Yes!... That's right. Whatever it takes! Because he won't be very willing...YES, it is for his own good! Yes, whatever it takes! Thank you, SO much Kenny! Yes! I'll see you there! What...of course I'll be there...hehehe...somewhere...wouldn't miss it!"

Flipping her cell phone closed, Abby genuinely smiles for the first time in days. Finally, things are beginning to look good again; normal, again. It's gonna take a little work; a little time and a little patience, but it's still gonna happen - very, very soon!

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The movie over that Ziva had agreed to watch with him, Tony turns to talk to Ziva, only to find her asleep lying against the other arm of his couch. Huffing out a dry laugh, he gets to his feet, turns everything off except the low-wattage lamp on his piano across the room from his partner, and goes in search of an extra blanket and pillow for her.

He appreciates her efforts here tonight, he really does. Not only has she put her own plans on hold, but she put the needs of the family that they've become while working together, in front, too. He is beginning to feel better about the whole ordeal, with the exception of how he's treated the guys, that is; especially McGee. He'll make it right tomorrow. For, tonight, however, he'll make sure he returns the favor for Ziva.

Finding the spare blanket and pillow, he returns to the living room and does what he can to make sure Ziva can sleep comfortably on his couch. His next step is to make sure the apartment is secured. At long last, he heads to his bedroom, ready to sleep now, thanks to the friend he has in his teammate.

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Looking down as he holds his spent lover in his arms, Leroy smiles affectionately; his emotions close enough to the surface that he has to blink to clear his vision. He truly does love this man, of that there's no doubt in any fiber of his being. That's why he's deliberately pursued the single goal of getting Tim off without letting him sit anywhere just now so he could begin working to broaden his lover's horizons, give him more to become comfortable with. He also wanted to redirect Tim's initial focus, which had been how fast his initial release was hitting him. The young man is still struggling with worrying about it, obviously. It's why he'd wanted Tim to forget he was still standing straight up as the power of his release roared through him this time; the first of many ways he wants his lover to experience so that he can really let go of any confines his thoughts are holding him hostage to with this.

Rising to his feet now, he gently backs Tim to the edge of the bed, sitting his still trembling lover down without breaking the silence. Going to the bathroom, Leroy returns with several warm washcloths, which he uses to clean the younger man completely, once again squatting down to find the right level at which to do so. Once he's finished that task, he stands back up, tosses the washcloths back into the bathroom, and sits down near the headboard, drawing a compliant younger man with him, until Tim is sitting in front of him with his back leaning against Leroy's chest.

Looking him over carefully, he sees the orgasmic trembling has stopped and his limbs have loosened which means the silence isn't due to physical restraints. That's why what he sees now bothers him. This statuesque version of his lover is stubbornly miring himself in self-appointed criticism again, or maybe it's guilt because he thinks he's let Leroy down somehow. This lingering insecurity needs to be chased away and firmly, no matter what's behind it. What the older man has just done for him here hopefully sets up as proof for Tim that he has nothing to worry about whatsoever. He reaches up to card the fingers on one of his hands through Tim's hair, while using the other hand to begin barely there trails up and down the younger man's arm as it rests on his chest. In the tone he knows drives Tim wild, he puts the elephant in the room out there without hesitation. "Now that we've taken the edge off..."

As the fog of euphoria diluted with self-depreciating disappointment dissipates in the shadow of his lover's encouraging words, Tim can't help but smile softly as the man's loving touch begins to register, his mood instantly lifting. Laying here together now, high on the moment, he lays his head back against that strong chest and sighs contentedly as he tries to explain how much this has meant to him. "That was..."

Knowing that the younger man is tongue-tied and wanting him to know that it was just as meaningful to him, Leroy smiles as he agrees with him. "Yeah. It was"

Tim smiles as his lover's hands find his nipples and begin playing with them, inciting the flames once more. With his face tipped upwards against the man's chest so he can look the older man in the eye, he speaks exactly what's on his mind, "You're amazing, Leroy." He softly praises the man who's consistently shown him love in unexpected ways from the beginning of their relationship, the words just spilling forth from his heart. "Such a loving person."

Blinking away the unexpected blurriness from his vision, Leroy can't find the words around the lump in his throat. No one besides Shannon has ever said that to him or about him. It literally leaves him speechless that Tim finds this in him and loves him enough to let him hear it. Not knowing how else to get past this emotional moment, he sets his hands to exploring his lover's delectable body once more, slowly, reverently as the silence between them lies thick with emotions that no words can express.

Choked up as he receives through touch, Leroy's answer to what he's said, Tim swallows hard and arches into his lover's caress. His eyes don't leave the older man's warm, heating expression and it's not long before the fire is once again flaring up between them. The young man's heart sings as the physical wave of lust for this man surges though him once more

While Tim responds to his touch, arching up into his caresses silently, allowing the older man to see that he's desperate for more, Leroy smiles affectionately at him, finally speaking into the silence, lightheartedly joking now. "Next time, you do the work though." When the young man smiles back at him with his own unspoken emotions, Leroy slides his fingers back along his lover's skin, leaving a trail he knows is searing him along the way, teasing him to want more, silently handing him the reins,

A piercingly sensual ripple of sensation in the form of a shiver spikes through Tim as Leroy's fingers drift away, increasing the tension in his own breathing, anticipation teetering on the edge of hunger, so alluring, he turns in his lover's arms to pursue Leroy's lips and the feel of their strong sweetness again. He slides his fingers up to the nape of Leroy's neck and holds his hunger darkened gaze for a long precious moment before he reaches up and gently kisses him, their lips melding, their tongues meeting and joining in a dance.

Leroy lets his senses lead him almost blindly, too hungry to stop, even as they feast on the smell of coconut shampoo, the feel of smooth skin, the sound of excited breathing and the taste of sweet nectar in his kiss, all thoughts of letting Tim lead, tossed by the wayside momentarily. Suddenly Tim's tongue boldly touches his lips of their own volition and the older man welcomes the strong invasion as his lover's tongue strongly probes and comes back to Leroy's lips. It's heaven when Leroy finds himself tasting the young one's sweetness once more.

Tim sinks against his lover without reservation, inwardly smiling as Leroy's arms tighten around him and his own hands shift over his lover's back. He glories in the feel of him, the well-toned body and firm physique have his pulse racing. He feels the thrill of his tongue's invasion, his lips still tingling and all the sensations that come with it. Excitement flows through his veins and he smiles with victory and anticipation.

Leroy glories in his younger lover's muscled strength. The endless beckoning kiss is welcoming and he lets himself sink into it; lets the pleasure seep through every one of his pores, igniting his senses even further. Countless moments later, he pulls back with the need to breathe. Taking a breath, he looks into Tim's eyes, searching for a glimpse of what his lover's feeling in this moment. Finding exactly what he expected, bottomless desire and affection, the older man's heart sings. Extracting every drop of pleasure from each caress, one after another, Leroy gently cups Tim's face in one hand and increases the pressure of his kiss. Almost in slow motion, his lips moves to the column of his neck, blazing tender kisses to his ear lope, tracing the whorl of his ear and then sliding lower to tease and tantalize the place below his lobe

Tim smiles with his heart in his eyes, leaving no room for doubt that this is truly what he desires. His skin is flush against Leroy's own beautiful body and starting to ache; his palms itching to explore more of his lover's body. Sliding his hands back up under Leroy's hair, he plays with his silken strands while his other hand is still on his chest, distracted by the trail his lover's leaving on his skin with a sudden flare of sensual heat that he can't escape as it engulfs him completely. He bends down and tenderly kisses him in a lingering kiss, pouring gasoline on the already raging fire.

The lick of heat enthralls the older man as he senses the change in his lover's heartbeat, the renewed focus of his attention and desire in his kiss as Leroy meets Tim's kiss with equal measure now. Again, it's the silver haired one who reluctantly withdraws from his luscious nectar, needing to breathe. He pulls his young man closer, holding him with all the emotions he feels but can't give words to.

Tim can't get enough of Leroy, taking his mouth yet again, this time in a searing kiss that brands him and lets him feel and sense the fire he has so quickly ignited within him. His lover's lips are luscious, his mouth pure temptation, his strong, supple body the pure definition of masculinity and strength. He murmurs with pleasure and strongly shivers as yet another tendril of pleasure spikes through him, his arms reflexively tightening around him again, seeking his pleasure as he molds himself to him. No longer holding back, desire washes through Tim in a crashing wave, instantly infusing him with the realization that this is his chance to do all he can for Leroy; to show him how much he cares for him and wants him. He will never get another chance like this one. Wrapping his arms around him, he whispers words that speak of his hunger and desire for the older man, words that feed the flames licking at their souls. "Love you, Leroy. Want you so much."

Leroy welcomes him back, the kiss lengthening, deepening when the younger man wraps his arms around his lover's neck and stretches upward against him seductively, wringing a moan of ecstasy from his throat. The older man glories in the feel of his lover's body so provocatively pasting itself to his, pleasure so strong he can't hold it in. Everything he asks for, Tim's giving, more than willingly, with the openness of invitation for him to take whatever else he wants of him. Caught up in the taste of his luscious lips and the insatiable need for more, it isn't long before all plans are gone; both of them letting their hunger and passion lead them, moment by moment.

Tim thinks himself to be in heaven as Leroy pulls back from the kiss to whisper "Beautiful." Lost in the thrall of sensual abandon, he genuinely can't verbally respond this time. As they lay molded together, skin to chest, hip to hip, and thickened cocks almost desperate for release, lined up, side by side, inciting the fire even further, he can only hold firmly to their embrace, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him as he loses himself in kissing his lover now, blazing a fiery trail from jawline to eyebrow and back down to his mouth, spurred on by the sounds of his lover's abject sensual fulfillment.

Leroy catches his breath on a shaky sigh and holds it as he re-traces Tim's throat with his kisses, until at long last the younger man exhales, letting his shoulders relax. He angles his head upward, pressing more gentle kisses into the hollow of Tim's throat, silently encouraging him to raise his head until he tips his head back, silently asking for more. Their fingers join where they hold Tim's face now, a strong, pillow of the gentlest kind.

Tim focuses on the sensual path Leroy's blazing now, the power of his exploration steals his breath away, the fire raging through him, leaving him parched and desperate to have more of his lover even as it leaves him scorched from the river of flames that course through his veins, pooling in liquid fire in the depths of his soul. He pulls back from the kiss, breathing heavily as his senses stop swirling long enough to gather strength. "Leroy." he whispers on a broken note of want mixed with need and desire.

Infused with the curl of sensual abandon at his lover's whisper, the older man reaches up and cups Tim's face within his hands again and gently kisses him some more. This time he opens the door of his invitation wider; as he sends his tongue to dance and duel with his once more, more demanding this time with the rising tide of passion so overwhelming, it draws a moan of ecstasy from him.

As if the touch of his lover's mouth on his this time has set a switch within him; suddenly, Tim has to have more of him. With a moan of primal hunger, he pulls back from those beautiful hands holding his face, moving his lips to brand their own path down Leroy's chest though the course hair, but the temptation to taste his sweet nectar calls to him and he stops to suck and nibble on his skin along the way, his hands exploring further and further, into his lover's nipples, going on further down to the beautiful, firm hips. His trail doesn't stop there, as he kisses and nibbles his way on down to his lover's upper thigh.

Leroy moans in abject pleasure as he shifts restlessly for more. As his lover suckles and nibbles a path from his collarbone on down to his thigh, urging him to just feel the love in his attention, the arc of pleasure coursing through him is searing him senseless. When Tim's kisses and nibbles stop a warm breath away from his already aching, straining, rod Leroy loses his breath.

That evocative sounds of pure sensual delight and the hitch in his lover's breathing sends yet another spike of aching need straight to Tim's loins as he struggles to stay focused on his prize, his lover's hard body melted around him. Moving his hands caressingly down his flank and around to Leroy's sexy, firm bottom, cupping it, massaging it pulling him closer, not letting go, as the fire spurring him on rages nearly out of control now, wringing a moan of sheer bliss from himself as well as from Leroy. Tim stops his hands from moving back up Leroy's body just long enough to gently suck on the older man's sac, his lover's sharply indrawn breath, going straight to his own rod, so full and in need of release, it's almost painful.

"Aah!" His cry of pleasure rips from his throat as his lover's bold exploration of his ass and intimate places has Leroy's heart racing, wanton hunger hotly licking at his soul without mercy. Shifting restlessly he reaches for his lover, wanting needing to wrap himself up in him, feel himself surrounded by him. Finding the younger man's baby fine hair, he runs his fingers through it lovingly as his own physical body continues to restlessly move, unable to lay still through this much attention and pleasure.

Tim sets his hands on his lover's swollen rod now, enjoying every moment, every reaction, every shiver of lust, anticipation and need that happens between them now, tenderly stroking and teasing. He continues to hold and stroke Leroy's, throbbing cock, forcing himself to raise his eyes up to his lover, the glazed, raw need he finds there, tuning the heat up so hot on his own fire, it literally hurls him to the edge.

As his lover's hands cup Leroy gently and then stroke him, elongated strokes that seem to go on endlessly before a whisper of warm air is blown across his heated tip; he's unable to stop the guttural moans of pleasure that escapes his lips. Tim's passion unleashed showers the older man with sexual pleasure, the likes of which he's never before experienced as he arches, pressing himself into the younger man's hand without conscious thought or effort, eliciting yet another sensual moan from him.

Still not breaking the moment with words, Tim relishes the older man's spontaneous reactions as he takes his lover's beautiful, warm, full, leaking member into his mouth, swallowing him completely, hungrily yet gently feasting, making love to it, wringing more cries of pleasure from Leroy that go straight to his heart

"So good Tim! So good!" The full-fledged exclamation escapes Leroy's lips when he feels the warm tight cavern that is his lover's mouth, swallow him whole, the roaring beginning to fill his ears and his body beginning to tighten for flight - already keyed up. He didn't expect this, but is in no hurry for him to stop. As his lover's intimate attention to his aching rod has him swelling even more the friction, warmth and the feel of Tim's tongue on it everywhere soon has him swimming in overwhelming pleasure so deep he almost can't breathe, leaving him panting and arching for even more. Unable to stop himself he cries out in ecstasy again. "Tim! Ooh! Gonna...Ahh!"

Leroy's ecstatic response go straight to Tim's heart. Letting his overwhelming desire to pleasure this man more than he ever has before, the younger man bathes his lover's cock in heat, friction and warm wet attention, feeling it swell even more in his mouth. Tim's own now hardened and weeping member throbs painfully and it's all he can do to hold off from rushing through what he wants to do for the older man; with him. His lover's cries of pleasure continue and they continue to spike through him like a lance, stoking his inner fire even hotter and suddenly, he has to have more, needs to be joined with him, intertwined with him, can't wait to have him. His self-control nearly shot. It is all he can do to keep his breath from catching, mentally or physically as pure primal lust washes through him in a tidal wave that's wreaking havoc on his senses. Shifting slightly, he moves his hand from his lover's gorgeous derriere and lets his fingers slide downward blazing a trail further on until they are now caressing the tender indentation where the silver haired' man's bottom meets his most inner sanctuary, Tim presses lightly, sliding one slender digit slowly inward.

Leroy gasps in a startled breath. This much intimacy is actually new to him, almost scares him, although he's dreamed of moments like this with Tim since that night he'd first felt Tim lean into him, trust him personally and admit to him that he wanted this. He's always done the topping, even in his long time ago relationships, but feels no desire to stop his lover from taking them on this journey now. The fire between them is so hot, the anticipation so sharp, he's literally teetering on the edge himself. Without hesitation, he spurs him on, figeting against Tim's fingers restlessly. "Yes! Now!"

His lover's lust filled words, though short and to the point, spur Tim on, but not so much that he's reckless. He continues to tenderly prepare his lover's hole, using the fingers on one hand while keeping up the attention he's lavishing on the older man's beautiful rod with the other, one finger sliding in and gently moving around while the other hand gently strokes up and down on the rigid, warm rod. Taking his time, Tim works his lover's hole, lightly brushing against his prostate until Leroy's covered in sweat as he moves restlessly, moaning with pleasure through it all.

Writhing in absolute ecstasy, Leroy's body is alight with so much fire, he doesn't know how much more he can take. Between the intense pleasure rolling though him from his lover's constant but sensitive attention to his very interested cock and the younger man's delicate yet persistent massaging of his hole, he's going out of his mind! "Now, Tim!" He begs again as that tightening feeling continues rising up from the souls of his feet. Without hesitation, he urges his lover on again. ''Need to feel you, Tim!"

"Easy, love." Tim croons, completely unaware that he's spoken the first endearment they've used on each other since starting this relationship. He's focused on the three fingers he now has inserted into this lover's hole, his own muscle desperate for release. Completely awestruck at the most beautiful sight he's ever seen in the bedroom, Tim moans ecstatically "God Leroy, you're so beautiful!"

"Tiiiim!" Leroy's ability to wait is at an end, the endearment from his lover's lips, pushing him toward the edge that much closer. "Please!"

With his joy filled heart up in his throat, the younger man readies himself for what the older man's as desperate for as he is. Moving one hand, Tim works to lube himself and Leroy's intimate place while continuing to stroke him, his own ecstatic moan filling the air as he finally eases his hand from his prize and sets himself in line with his lover's entrance and eases himself into the warm, tight, hot channel beckoning to him. "Oh, God, Leroy! So tight! Oh God! So beautiful!" He moans in overwhelming awe, a shudder of pleasure rippling through him so intensely, he has to stop, too enthralled by the feeling to move just yet.

Leroy shifts impaling himself onto the younger man's rod, nearly shouting with ecstasy as the pleasure washes through him too. He's filled with the length of his lover's beautiful, throbbing rod, yet he's burning with the need for more. "More, Tim!" He's seeing stars before his eyes as Tim moves now, lovingly yet firmly holding his hips, leaning forward as he, slams his pulsing rod against Leroy's' prostate once more.

"YES!" Leroy yells as the spike of pleasure rips through him. God, he never knew what he was missing!

Encouraged with the knowledge that he's giving his lover absolute ecstasy, Tim changes his angle so that every stroke puts full pressure on Leroy's prostate. His lover's tight, warm channel is so pleasurable, he can't get enough. "God Leroy, SOOO beautiful!" He moans again, unable to help himself. He's never felt this intensity before and it nearly rips the breath from his chest, even as their words mixing together in the air.

"Feels so good, Tim!"
"So tight, Leroy!"

Gripping the blanket above his head so tightly, his fingers are translucent, Leroy pushes himself onto his lover's rod with every retreat Tim makes, feeling pleasure so overwhelmingly complete, he can barely breathe. He can't stop the speed of the ride as it became nearly reckless or the tightness of his clenching muscles as they milk Tim as tightly as they can, desperate for that release, the strong yet soft hands on his hips keeping him lined up tight as Tim pumps into him time and time again, strong, powerful strokes now with no hesitation, only passion and persistence, the young man's face alight with pleasure, he himself is awash in. Leroy can't help but cry out as it all begins to build to an overwhelming crescendo "Oh, yes! Cum...OOH!"

Euphoria surrounds them in a cloud so thick, all Tim can do is let his senses guide him, He meets each motion of Leroy's hips with one in return, as together they reach for the stars. Both of them let the passion of what they genuinely feel for each other captain this ship. The journey is intense and burning out of control with each stroke and counter stroke until both are calling out to the other, the end of their journey exploding them into the stratosphere; tandem cries of ecstasy cascading through the air

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Waking with a jolt some time later, Leroy realizes he and Tim have fallen asleep without cleaning up. He remembers panting heavily as he slumped back against the headboard, pulling Tim with him as together, they rode out the after- shocks of the most beautiful experience of his life, wrapped in each other's arms. He also remembers feeling completely sated, his limbs too weak to do anything as he basked in the moment, holding the young man he loves, replete and beautiful, in his arms, relishing every minute of it.

He can't hold back the absolute ecstatic smile that graces his face right now, even as he peels himself as cautiously from his lover's arms as he can, very careful not to wake him and heads to the bathroom. Once showered and dried off, he brings a stack of warm washcloths back to the bed, sits down next to the slumbering younger man and lovingly begins to give him a sponge bath of sorts.

Although, careful not to deliberately wake him, he's not surprised that by the time he's gotten to the point of cleaning Tim's nether region, the younger man is stirring. Looking into those beautiful shining orbs of green as they flicker open and are soon watching him, intense with a renewed hunger and desire, stalls Leroy's breath away. Without breaking the tender silence, he tosses the washcloths to the floor without further thought, gently reaching up and smoothing his lover's hair back before kissing him invitingly. Soon, he's unable to stop the passion that has flared for him as he in turn ignites the flame within his lover as well, letting him feel it and feed from it. Soon, their passions once again joined in unity and once again, neither of them rein it in.

Drawing Leroy's face back up to his own for precious moment of reconnection and reassurance, Tim kisses him hotly, desperately; leaving no doubt this is what he wants. Even as he moves, sinuously molding himself to Leroy's body, a quiver of desire surges through him, his long fingers digging deeper into his lover's arms where they're holding him. The fire rages hotter with every touch they share now, driving him higher and higher wringing forth from Leroy a moan in pleasure of equal magnitude when their lips join again, a move that only serves to stoke their fires even hotter.

The desire to give Tim every ounce of pleasure he can, driving Leroy on relentlessly now, sharply and faster than he can possibly process. As the kiss draws on, the passion flares again, both now desperate to meld together, their arms wrapped around each other. Leroy moves one of his hands to Tim's bottom, caressing and molding, teasing and feather-light touches, bringing forth another moan of pleasure from Tim even as their mouths remain melded together in a soul-searing kiss from which neither wants to break.

Only the need to breathe breaks the kiss, Leroy immediately setting his lips to Tim's skin, his thirst for his lover unquenchable. Every inch of his body is in contact with the younger man's body and nothing has ever felt so incredible as this. Reaching up, he lovingly cards Tim's hair without letting go of the kiss that's rocking his world.

Tim arches into Leroy's achingly glorious touch, as he sets his own hands in search of his lover's rod, stoking his fire even more out of control when they find it. Firm, yet caressing strokes, a touch across the tip and more caressing on the underside, on down to that space behind his lover's sac. He enjoys touching him here as much as he revels in Leroy's reaction.

Agonizing pleasure races up Leroy's spine with a jolt of raw need that only serves to further rip the reins of control from him as his lover caresses him so perfectly, he's fighting not to cum. "Tim!" A shout of rapture rips from his throat when the pleasure streaks through him so strongly he can't hold back. "OOH!"

Tim feels the pull of his own need rising up from within him as Leroy's visceral reaction races straight to his own throbbing muscle, pushing him toward desperation that much faster. He sets his lips to blaze a path down Leroy's throat and across his chest, at the same time the older man is arching into his touch.

Suddenly scorched beyond reason, Leroy quickly surges upward turning them as he moves so that Tim's beneath him, panting breathlessly, his eyes filled with desire and trust. "So beautiful" Leroy whispers. Without missing a beat, he straddles Tim's hips and leans down to take possession of his nectar once more, his lips demandingly kissing him, fanning the flame equally hot and out of control as he shifts, knowing Tim will meet him mind-blowingly pleasurable stroke for stroke. "Want you to cum with me." The older man passionately urges now,

Leroy's entreaty almost his undoing, Tim returns his lover's ardent kiss with all the passion within him, He feels himself almost drowning in their overwhelming wave of want and fiery passion needing to be set free. He takes everything Leroy is giving him, stroke for stroke as their tongues dance around each other and love each other's mouths, all the while his loins scream for release.

As he moves provocatively against Tim, Leroy reaches down, finds Tim's hole and begins to prepare him using the fingers on his hand. When his lover's legs shift, laying the young man completely open for him in a moment that's so full of beauty and trust, it takes his breath, Leroy almost cums right then. As it is, he can't help but marvel once more. "So beautiful, Tim."

Reaching out a hand Tim finds Leroy's free hand and grabs it, holding it with love, as his eyes shine with more of the same. In a voice that cracks from intense lust, hunger and love, Tim begs. "Take me, Leroy. I want to be one with you."

That's Leroy's undoing - as his erection jumps, eager for the bounty his lover is offering so freely, almost mindless with need, aching with it; Leroy drives himself home inside the heaven that is Tim, bottoming out in one smooth motion, a wave of ecstasy surrounding him, so intensely he sees stars, he forces himself to pause, his aching rod, needing to thrust into younger man's still tight, hot channel so badly, he feels ready to explode. For Tim's sake, he waits.

"God, yes, Leroy! More, oh God, more!" Tim arches so sharply, only his head and feet are still on the bed, driving him even further onto his lover's hard, throbbing rod, his hands clutching desperately at the bedding as his lover's steel rod fills him oh, so completely, fully, deeply, it feels like too much heaven, all he can do is ride the overpowering wave of breath-stealing pleasure as it crashes through him. It's so unreal he's drowning but yet he can't get enough.

When his lover pushes down on his rod where it lays still just inside, asking for more, the older man's restraint is shattered and he impales him, driving himself all the way in, fully, deeply and with a groan of absolute pleasure. "So, good, Tim. So tight." He grabs Tim's hips, pulling them closer, holding them tight, driving himself deeper, each drive letting his own balls contact with Tim's bottom, adding such a delicious sensation, it's almost overloading his senses.

Without conscience thought as he rides the wave crashing through him, Tim's wantonly writhing again and again, trying to push himself further onto his lover's hot rod, begging for the release that's already looming just beyond his reach. "Oh, God! Leroy! SO GOOD! MORE!"

"Look at me, Tim." Leroy urges his lover as he drives back in and out relentlessly, deep strokes in and out, in and out, his own impending orgasm approaching as his body tightened up in readiness for that flight.

Looking at his lover, eyes locked with the wave of hunger that grips them with iron claws now, Tim can't speak. There are no words that even came close in moments such as this. Silently, he lets himself just feel the beauty of this moment, even as the wave of intense pleasure continues to consume him.

Eyes finally closing in absolute ecstasy, Leroy relentlessly drives them both towards the release they both so desperately need, using all of his strength, holding on to the headboard now as he drills balls deep into that warm welcoming sheath, over and over again, deliberately hitting Tim's prostate several times in a row before settling into a near frenzied rhythm of thrusting and pulling back, driving in hard and pulling back gently, relentlessly, endlessly, driven by Tim himself, as he bucks and twists, crying out for more, it wrings a cry of his own from his lips. "So good, Tim…So good!"

His lover's words of praise are music to Tim's heart, but his climax is approaching hard and fast but not fast enough as the roaring in his ears gets louder and the tension in his limbs gets tighter. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Leroy!"

The silver-haired man's not sure how much more he can take without falling over, but he wants to string Tim out just a little more, to help him push himself to hold on, so he manages to slow things down, just barely, as his breath comes to him raggedly now. He freely lets his lover know how he feels as he calms him at the same time. "Easy, Tim. So, beautiful."

Leroy tightens his grip on Tim's waist and pulls him back onto his aching rod a little harder just before he slows things down, wringing a guttural moan that's part whine from his lover as he rocks his hips to meet his thrusts, begging for more. "Ooh God, don't stop, Lerooy!"

Needing to steady himself; his mind, his physical body and his emotions before he loses himself completely, Leroy holds still now, nestled completely within Tim's snug channel that feels so amazingly breathtakingly beautiful, he reaches out and pulls Tim's upper body to him, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close, whispering in his ear once more. beside himself in ecstatic heaven having him in his arms and as his heart and sharing this mind-blowing passionate journey with him, both pouring their hearts and souls into it. "So beautiful"

"God, Leroy." Tim moans as a shudder ripples through him. He's just a stone's throw away from flying off that cliff and he needs it so bad, he feels like he's losing his mind His balls have already tightened up and the sharp sensation of approaching flight is right there! "Need to cum….need…Please! Please!""

Leroy croons "I know." He's in heaven having Tim in his arms as his heart and sharing this mind-blowing passionate journey with him that's more intense and emotional than any they've taken together before, both pouring their hearts and souls into it. There is nothing more sensual and beautiful than seeing your lover's ecstasy strewn across his face as he reaches the point of letting go. He moves again, pulling Tim closer so that the younger man's prostate is hit again, just before he begins drilling him again, this time grabbing Tim's hands, instantly interlacing their fingers and raising their arms back to the headboard. Intending to let him fly, Leroy urges his young lover on "Reach for it, Tim. Cum for me"

Tim bucks, pushing himself further onto his lover's full throbbing rod as it repeatedly spears him The deep sensual command in his ear along with Leroy' relentless pounding into his innermost self, hurling Tim over the edge, clenching his lover's hand tightly as he flies, "LEEROOY!"

Caught up in the intensity of it all, feeling his lover tighten around his cock and hearing the absolute ecstasy in his cries as he finally finds his release, Leroy hears his own voice shout out his uncontainable pleasure; a height of which, he's rarely felt before as he comes deep inside Tim, "Tiimmm!" as he's flung off that ledge the world around him going white and he feels himself fold over onto his already boneless lover

Tim's hands still clutching his lover, still holding him in his arms, he sighs in sated pleasure, almost melting bonelessly into the mattress. His eyes close on their own, but his heart is as overwhelmed as his physical body and a tear of joy slips past his lid, as exhaustion yanks him away.

Completely wrung out, Leroy barely manages to collapse onto the younger man's chest, panting heavily while his body tries to come down from the heights the two of them have just flown. He feels his lover ease into slumber and smiles with satisfaction. It's been a hell of a night. One he'll never trade for anything and one he will cherish forever,