A stand-alone chapter – one purely for building their 'behind closed doors relationship

Bring a fan – or skip this one – your choice.

Summary: There's only ONE reason Leroy plays like this. A night of 'guy' time stretches the boundry of that edge Tim and Leroy have ridden together, this time with a little help from 'a friend' Does it bring regrets or is it a night they both treasure and feel more secure with each other because of? After all, Tim has never gotten carried away – like this before.

Tim McGee still trying to find his feet in this new bedroom - when the're out on that edge.


Two Weeks and Three Days Later - Nov 18th

It had started out to be everything he had hoped it would be and more,

Tender, thick fingers flattened to press one of his cheeks aside, and his lover's wide tongue flat, warm and wet against Tim's already-softened hole, poked and flicked just before they vanish for a moment, wringing a moan of ecstasy from the younger man

"Mmmm"

Laying naked on his back, completely spread out for his lover, Tim can't help but notice when Leroy slips away, stopping all delicious sensations he'd been feeding the younger man. Almost immediately, Tim feels the change in what had been the almost too hot temperature as a slight chill works its' way up his spine. When that talented tongue of Leroy's quickly returns to that overheated, sensitive place the older man has been was so expertly plying attention to, Tim's thoughts short circuit, leaving only mindless physical reaction in their place. Before he can take his next breath, the tip of his lover's tongue forges forward, just inside the tight muscle and ...dear God, does Tim let out a shout with the overload of pleasure streaking through his epicenter so sharp, he almost climaxes right then!

"GOD! LEROY! Ooh.. don't stop... So... good!" He babbles almost incoherently. He feels his lover's index finger and thumb slide oh so wonderfully down his throbbing rod, stopping at the base to grip it within their tightened circle to help him hold off, touching a place inside him that finds that to be so sweet, it pours oil on the fire already burning its way through his inner self. "Oh! Oh, Babe!'

Another flick of that tongue and while his physical body restlessly writhes for more, his hands fisting in the sheets while his head tosses back and forth as moans of bliss escape from his lips. Completely unaware of just how beautiful he is when he allows himself to let go like this, Tim's mentally adrift in code again, his place to go in his mind when he does not want to let his body fall over that edge until he absolutely can't forestall it any longer. This time it's a real struggle as-damn, damn, damn-Leroy with two fingers inside him alongside that magic tongue, easily hitting just the right spot every other breath and oh, my Go... "LEEROY! OH, GOD, so good! So good!"

With an aura of sensual silence, his lover responds by squeezing his fingers tighter around him and actually suckling on his outer rim.

"AAAHH! OH, GOD, that's nice! Oh, God, Leroy, don't stop!" Tim shouts as spikes of pleasure shoot through him from his ass upwards. Never in a million years, did he expect this beautiful man to do this for him!

Instantly, the mouth is gone from his hole and the tongue returns to his inner self, those fingers touching his sweet spot again. Tim whimpers with out inhibitions, it sounding more like a sob, because, Oh God, he's strung soo tight at the moment, trying to keep from coming all himself, he can't think straight!

Suddenly, the tongue is gone, the fingers withdrawn and his hole filled with the slightly cool, round fullness of the vibrator he's asked Leroy to use on him tonight. It's thicker than he'd expected it to feel and he's slightly nervous about that because he knows those magic fingers will be back any minute now. It is what he's asked for, after all. But, for the moment, it's feeling pretty damned good by itself as his lover moves it around enough that it touches Tim in just the right spot with perfect pressure.

"Oh, Yes! God, so good, Leroy!" He can't help but moan in ecstatic bliss, even with his own rod still locked inside the older man's fingers and his nerves not losing any of their tension.

A comforting caress of Leroy's hand down the full length of his outer thigh is the only warning he gets before he feels the tight stretch of his hole while his lover does what he's asked him to do, push his index and middle fingers up alongside the cylinder-shaped toy already there

Tim can't help his body's physical reaction to such tightness, even if it's something he previously said he wanted. whimpering and arching his back as if to move away from the sudden stretch, but otherwise forcing himself to hold still for this experience. The fullness that's too much and throbbing that notches up the tension in his stomach is unexpected but soon calm into comfortable, that is until Leroy slips a third finger inside, turning all three to curl them towards him, pulling at the smooth slick walls of Tim's insides,

Keening and moaning fill the air as Tim's reaction escapes unchecked. Oh, God, this is too much, it's too full, it's pressure, so overwhelming with both pleasure and a touch of pain that he can't catch his breath or get the words to form. His eyes find those of his lover's, locking onto them, conveying with his own, everything he's feeling but can't express, the love, the sliver of fear, the discomfort mixed with pleasure, but most of all the gratitude that Leroy is willing to play this far out along the edge.

"Relax and breathe easy, luv." Leroy soothes as he lets go of Tim's throbbing muscle just long enough to run his now free hand soothingly up and down his lover's upper thigh before returning his grip to Tim's cock, keeping his lover's ability to fall over the edge at bay as he withdraws the third finger, immediately flexing the other two still inside him, murmuring to his lover. "So beautiful, Tim."

His lover's words instantly calm his tension and Tim finally relaxes into the physical fullness that's beginning to feel well, more than good. He feels a moan of bliss escape from his throat as he fidgets restlessly, looking for something more.

Leroy smiles softly at him as he asks him. "That feel good?"

"God, yes!" The responsive cry is spontaneous and real, no filters or inhibitions."Sooo good, sooo full."

Leroy smiles at his lover, his entire countenance alight with joy. "Soo beautiful, Tim." He murmurs appreciatively again. Once more, he moves his hand off Tim's muscle just long enough to soothe the soft sides of Tim's body, stomach, basking in the feel of it quivering before moving on to the expanse of the young man's chest, the sight and feel of it heaving in and out rapidly Tim's quickened breaths so erotic, it nearly steals his breath away. When he regains the ability to breathe, he can't help but repeat himself, his mind in awe of the sheer beauty of what he has in his hands as he returns his roaming hand back to the task of wrapping itself around the base of Tim's rod, as tightly as necessary. Hearing Tim's breath hitch as he does this is enthralling. "Beautiful, Tim. God, so Beautiful." He murmurs as he continues with his other hand, thrusting his fingers in and out slowly and methodically, rubbing at the rim with the calloused pads of his fingers. He nudges Tim's hips, encouraging him to rock onto the vibrator, riding both it and Leroy's fingers.

With Tim still panting heavily and lost in his keening, Leroy takes it a step further. withdrawing his fingers just enough to turn the vibrator a few rotations, eliciting a shudder and a sharper note in the keening from his lover as the young man accepts everything without complaint, but rather sensual pleasure filled reaction. "Oh god, oh god!"

"All right, Luv. Gonna take this up a notch. You okay with that?"

"Yes!" The response is short and nearly shouted.

"Ok. Don't. Come. Until I tell you, okay?"

"Yeah...okay." Tim manages to croak as the fullness and pleasure still keeping him so high on sensual overload he can barely think.

His lover turns the base of the vibrator, turning it on the lowest speed.

"Aah!" Tim's scream is a surprise to both of them and immediately has his lover verbally checking in with him.

"Okay, Tim?"

"Oh, God, Leroy! I can't... I can't...need...need" Tim's babbling with desperation. He needs release! "Lemme...lemme...ooh...god...pleease...please..."

"Yes, you can. I gotcha, babe. Just hold on a little longer." Leroy encourages him as he places another two-finger lock around his lover's hard muscle. Holding it snug, he smiles as he leans down and engulfs him whole.

"OH GOD!" LEROY!" It's too much! He's practically levitating off the bed, the pull, the fullness, the pleasure spiking through him, it's more than he can handle as the stars appear before his eyes. Before he can think of a better way to say it, his thoughts escape his mouth in a shout "too...much!"

Instantly, Leroy turns off the vibrator, withdrawing it and his fingers from his lover's body while he pulls himself off Tim's rod, gently yet firmly holding him with his climax already erupting. He keeps a sharp eye on Tim's expression as the intensity of his release sucks him in, hurls him over the edge, his body nearly convulsing from it, actually pulling him down in unconsciousness a mere half moment later.

Leroy's concerned. This is the first time, Tim's done this, passing out like this. Truth be told, it wasn't something Leroy strived for in their sex life. Mutual pleasure with as much give and take - doing whatever the other is comfortable with, without expecting more than the other is willing to give, is all that matters to him. Not taking things this far out. Hopefully, Tim's okay with where this went here tonight.

Cleaning Tim up tenderly with very warm washcloths, Leroy then puts everything out of reach of the bed, sits down and stretches out beside Tim and scoops his lover up, drawing his inert form to his chest, reaching up to touch him, to check on him. Kissing him on the temple, he wraps his arms securely around him and lays his head back against the headboard, sighing contentedly. He enjoys holding Tim this way.

He just wishes he could know how Tim's going to react to what's just happened. It isn't but a moment later that he gets his wish and Tim begins to stir, restlessly twitching with a sense of panic.

"Easy, Tim. I've gotcha, Luv" Running his fingers lovingly through his lover's hair, he nuzzles his ear, whispering an apology, reassurances and endearments that now come easy to him and mean so much to Tim, how Leroy should not have pushed him that far, how special and beautiful he is and how much he treasures this time with him

Wrapped in his lover's arms and held lovingly against the man's chest, Tim turns his face away, his expression crumpling in shame and residual physical overload. He is so physically replete; he can't even speak. Mentally, he's upset that something so beautiful and special between them actually got to be too much for him to handle. Even now that his breathing has returned to normal and his insides have settled down, Tim is near boneless with exhaustion. He's embarrassed by the incident but too bone tired to move away from the love and attention being bestowed on him while he's feeling undeserving. He let his lover down, didn't he? Wait. That's not what Leroy just said.

"Sleep, babe." Leroy whispers as he feels the younger man's body relax but not completely. "And I promise I won't let it get that far into being too much for you again. Okay? I don't ever wanna hurt you."

A sob catches in Tim's throat at his lover's willingness to take the responsibility for this and his never-ending compassion and concern for Tim. It's as if nothing Tim says or does is over the line for him and it's overwhelming. Before he can think on it any more, his chin is being gently lifted until he's now face to face with Leroy.

Kissing the young man tenderly on the mouth, Leroy murmurs. "That's what real love is, Tim."

Comforted and wrapped in love and comfort, Tim lays his head down on Leroy's shoulder and slips off into sleep, a smile in his heart and on his face.

Somewhere along the way, while watching Tim sleep, holding him as he had been, Leroy has fallen asleep too. Waking to the emptiness in his arms verifying Tim's absence from the bed, tells him that. Instantly, his senses come alive as they do what they can to locate his lover. Sure enough, the sound of the shower running solves the mystery in under a minute. With a smile, Leroy is out of the bed and stripped down and quickly making his way to the bathroom, smiling at the silhouette of Tim behind the shower curtain.

In stealth mode, he steps in behind Tim without making a sound, his arms reaching out to pull the young man back to him, holding him securely as he murmurs in his ear. "You started without me."

"Mmmm" Tim murmurs back as he lets his arms wrap themselves up around his lover's neck. "Didn't wanna wake you. Didn't really wanna leave you either, but I needed to clean up."

Touched by his lover's honest expression of affection, Leroy bends his neck and kisses a path up and down Tim's neck, one hand going to caress the young man from cheek to throat and back before moving on down to include that expanse of chest and sensitive nipples.

"Oh, God, don't stop!" Tim leans back against his lover's chest, "God, I love being here with you like this, Leroy!" Tim moans as his arms tighten his arms up round the older man's neck.

Gently taking the body scrubber from Tim, Leroy tenderly turns him and begins gently washing him, from head to tail, on down to his feet.

Reveling in this adornment by his lover, Tim closes his eyes and literally soaks up the experience, committing it to his mental photo album, putting it where he puts all the memories he never wants to forget. When he feels himself gently tugged up under the water and rinsed off, he finally opens his eyes again, taking in the beauty of his lover once more.

Fighting with himself between making wild passionate love to this man he loves more than life, right here and now, or returning the favor and washing him from head to toe with love along with soap, Tim smiles softly as he eases the scrubber from his lover's hand and begins returning the favor, kissing the man on every square inch of skin once he's washed and rinsed it. Realizing Leroy is completely enraptured with his attentions, Tim feels on top of the world.

In unspoken agreement, neither sets the other off, both wanting to make it back to the bed before they let things once again get that explosively hot between them. Luckily, it's not long before, they're out of the shower and quickly drying each other off

***End Flashback***

"Not sure I every thanked you for that first time, Leroy." Tim nuzzles his lover's neck as they lay snuggled in bed together, limbs intertwined and torso's touching as well while exploring hands already blaze fiery trails on sensitive skin.

"Not gonna be a habit, Tim." Leroy warns quietly, putting an end to their joint trip down memory lane of the initial journey they'd taken on this particular edge just two weeks ago. "I'm not letting you get dependent on this. This is me and you taking the edge just a little further - one more time. Only because you asked me to."

"Leroy, we don't have to do this." Tim stops nuzzling and sits up, looking at his lover urgently now. He knows he's asking a lot but he also knows that his lover never gets pissed at him for asking. And he really wants to try this - to push that particular edge even further than they did before. "I don't want to if you don't want to. I mean that! If you're uncomfortable with the idea or hate it. You know what? Let's just forget I ask... "

Leroy shakes his head and soothingly kisses Tim on the lips. "I wanna give you what you desire, Tim. Besides, I think ... I'll enjoy watching what it does for you."

"Coming apart in your arms, your lap, with your hands holding onto that inside me alongside your cock? You calling it, play by play?" Tim squirms just conjuring up the images. "God, Leroy!" He murmurs.

"No, Tim." His lover reminds him. "It's your body. You call the shots. Remember?"

Tim nods with a small smile. "I know. But you still don't have to turn it on unless you're comfortable feeling it against you."

"I'll stop it if I feel it's too much for you." Leroy warns. "I won't let you hurt yourself to prove something you don't need to."

"Just want to experience it. I promise I'm not trying to hurt myself. I'll tell you sooner this time, when I can't go any more. We've been working on stretching me more, right? I mean none of it was specifically so we could do this or anything, but..."

"Think you're ready? His lover asks.

"Now would be good." Tim teases with a twinkling in his eyes. "Give it to me, Leroy."

"Careful what you ask for." Leroy drawls as he does just that, gently sliding two of his fingers up inside Tim, stretching them so they hook his lover's golden spot just right, wrenching a shout of ecstasy from him almost immediately.

"OOH! LEOROY!" Tim's already in search for more, his body pushing back. "Don't stop!"

"Gonna make you come hard and fast, first." Leroy sensually warns as he sets up a rhythm with one hand while cupping, stroking, and tenderly playing with Tim's balls and perineum in short cycles of caresses.

"Oh, God! Tim breathes out., panting heavily now. "Won't ...take much...Oh, God! Feels... SOO ...good... want...you to...come with...me Leroy...please! AAHH!" Tim cries out in frustration as the fingers disappear from his body, only to be replaced a moment later with the full length and width of of his lover's rod, ramming him completely to the hilt in one exhilarating thrust, exactly the way he loves it. "YES! LEROY!" Tim's shout bounces off the walls, reverberating through the room

"Come for me, Tim!" Leroy urges lovingly as he strokes Tim's tip just right, his lover's tight heat hurling him quickly towards the release, the younger man's turned on cries had pushed him on mere moments ago. "It's right there, babe. Reach for it!"

"NNGGGHH!" Tim flies, his vision going white as his climax roars though him, leaving him boneless in the end, causing him to sink into the mattress, his eyes closing heavily and his limbs quivering.

"Love being able to make you come fast like that." Leroy admits as he watches Tim work to recover from coming apart in his arms. His own voice thick with the sated pleasure now crashing through him in waves.

When Tim opens his eyes again, Leroy decides that while Tim is still turned on and open, he needs to take that first step out onto the outer ledge that Tim has asked for. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" He asks one more time, more for his own peace of mind than anything else.

Tim locks eyes with his lover, the one person he knows will always love him and keep him safe. He nods because there's no one he trusts more than Leroy.

The love in Tim's eyes and the nod to continue is all Leroy needs. He leans down to capture his lover's lips just as he eases the dildo in beside the head of his own cock in this most intimate of scenarios, his eyes glued to Tim's face to watch the younger man's reaction. When the dildo is fully seated alongside his own cock, it feels strange and uncomfortably tight for him and he immediately knows this isn't what Tim anticipated at all, more stretched out or not.

Sure enough, Tim's reaction is immediate and full of obvious discomfort as he tenses up, roughly breathing through the physical sensations he's feeling, his eyes closed against the onslaught, his hands clenched around fistfuls of bedding, his back bowing in obvious distress. "OH, GOD! So tight!"

Leroy can sense the scream of pain Tim's holding in. As much as it pains him to see the young man he loves put himself through this, he knows that his lover really wants this so he stills all movements, determined to let him experience it for at least a few moments. "Look at me, babe." Leroy soothingly urges him. To further soothe him, he begins tenderly caressing him where he knows Tim enjoys it most, alongside his jaw and up into his hairline.

Tim drag his eyelids up, forcing himself to focus on his lover, his breath still coming in rough pants and gasps.

"We don't need to do this."

"No... , don'...t stop." Tim pants as he continues to gulp down air.

Watching the man he loves fight so hard to breathe around his acute discomfort is the last straw for the older man. "Tim..." Leroy gently withdraws the toy and then himself all the while, quietly talking Tim through what he was experiencing. "That's enough of that edge tonight. All right? Easy, Tim. Slow your breathing, luv

"PLEASE, Leroy!" Tim begs, reaching for his lover. "You have to let me try again."

"Don't ask me to hurt you like that, Tim."

With his eyes still closed and his body still physically taut like a bow ready to launch an arrow, Tim nods. An unwanted heavy silence settles between them as his body works to calm itself down now that the too full intrusion is gone. It seems like barely two minutes later before Tim, still working to regain his breathing, snakes his arms out to reach for his lover, standing watch over him watching over him like a hawk all this time the moment. "C'mere?"

When Tim reaches for him, Leroy leans down towards him, unexpectedly finding himself being pulled completely down and rolled until he's underneath the younger man.

Surprised, he struggles to regain his breath for a moment. "Tim!"

Keeping the element of surprise to his advantage, with one hand covering Leroy's belly, head fallen forward before he gets his breath the rest of the way under control, Tim lifts himself up on his knees to sink back down on the beautiful thick cock of his lover, moaning in sensual bliss with every movement. "Ooh, Leroy! "You feel SO good!" Tim moans in ecstasy, his mind completely enraptured in the pleasure washing through him in waves now.

"Tim!" Barely able to hold the young man up, Leroy's lost to the mindless wave of pleasure Tim's just brought to him. On fire for more of his lover, Leroy rises up on his elbows and reaches one hand out for Tim's neck, pulling him forward and locking his mouth in a searing, heated kiss.

Breaking away with the need to breathe, Tim smiles as he manages to say something about it, his hips still at the moment. 'That... was nice!"

Practically growling, Leroy surges upwards and rolls them over, with Tim landing on the bottom as the older man manages to keep them connected. "Not at all turned on, are ya?" Leaning down, he once again swoops in for a breath stealing kiss.

****NCIS****

What feels mere minutes later, they finally break away for air. "You're not sore, are you?" Leroy asks with concern while they're still wrapped in each other's arms.

"A little," Tim admits, his voice quiet and almost bashful. "But it was so worth it, Leroy!"

"Yeah?" Leroy asks, shifting so Tim will be more comfortable. The older man is obviously skeptical. "Why's that?"

"Probably won't have to stretch me again for a week," Tim smirks. "Try it. See if I'm right."

"You sure? 'Leroy double checks as he tenderly kisses Tim's shoulder, a soft, affectionate kiss that gives Tim the reminder of the genuine emotion the two men have for each other

"Touch me, please, Leroy!" Tim moans desperately.

"Easy, Babe." Leroy gently pushes one finger up into Tim's slightly red and puffy hole, soft to the touch as he prods against him without any resistance and just a token protest. Tim squirms just a little, overstimulated.

Tim is quick to downplay it. "Sorry, just a little tender. "Don't stop, Please!"

"You sound like you need some release there, Tim." Leroy teases, thankful to his soul that they've managed to bring this back around to within the normal pain free zone of their intimacy.

"God, Leroy! It may have hurt like hell, but it hit all the right spots and I NEED to you to fill me, damn it! " Tim replies with more volume and heat than he has ever before.

"You've got a dirty mouth, Tim." Leroy teases. "I think you need to be punished. Since when do we curse at each other?"

"Sorry, Leroy. So sorry. Wait! Punishment?" Tim's tone is hopeful, full of anticipation, even. "Bring, it, Leroy! Please! As hard and fast as you can!"

Leroy chuckles. He's willing to let Tim have some room with this, willing to play the role, but not so far as they get into any sort of 'punishment' He'd been joking about that and now in hindsight, realizes he shouldn't have mentioned it. That club he'd damn near lost Tim in after all, hadn't been anything more than a variation on the theme of punishment. Thinking back on it now leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

Mentally head slapping himself, he refocuses on the here and now, urging Tim up to his knees, leaning over him and taunting him. "Since you're so primed for this, we'll take a hard ride - this time." He grips his lover's aching neglected cock while pumping in slow measured strokes, leaning over to give Tim a kiss and a promise. "I gotcha luv."

Gripping Tim's hips tightly, he slams into his lover's warm, channel, bottoming out again and again, making sure to hit Tim's golden spot every other time, while caressing his perineum with his free hand on the alternate drive. Because Tim sounds like he truly is beginning to hurt from the need to release, Leroy lets it rip, giving his lover everything he wants, as hard and rough as he wants it because he won't give more than Tim can handle and there will be time for sweet and loving later.

"So good, oh God,Leroy, Oh God,. So good. Don't stop. OOH God! Aaah! Soo good!" Tim shouts. "God, don't stop! Gonna blow... gonna...Nggghhh!"" Throwing his head back while arching into his lover's firm body, Tim is gone, over the edge, spurting hard and seeing stars behind his eyes. His orgasm ripping through him, shaking him, making his whole body tense up around Leroy, squeezing and milking him even tighter than before.

Eons later, realizing Leroy's now laying beside him, Tim smiles softly as he reaches up and wraps his arms around his lover. "Thank you, Leroy." Tim nuzzles his lover's neck, just before he succumbs to the exhaustion tugging at him.

A short hour later, Leroy's awakened by his lover's attentions as Tim caresses his upper body. Languidly reaching for those touches, Leroy murmurs quiet words of appreciation as he begins to return the favor.

As they lay snuggled in bed together, limbs intertwined and torso's touching as well as exploring hands already blazing fiery trails on sensitive skin, Tim cards his hair, looks into his eyes and says "My turn. To make you work for it"

"I'm game." His love offers. "Go for it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Leroy murmurs as his fingers trail up Tim's arms, his eyes filled with expectation, trust and hunger.

Tim kisses him back with tenderness and love, before sliding down his body, keeping them connected in as many places as possible until he reaches the end of the bed and stands up, reaching out, he grabs two pillows and sets them on the bed on either side of his lover, lifting him enough to fit the pillows underneath him, raising the man's ass up higher and forward to rest on his own thighs, he smiles hungrily as his love's legs fell open spread wide, exposed wholly for Tim's attention. "So gorgous Leroy!"

Raised up like this, Leroy can feel Tim's cock, heavy and hard, pressed against him, the hot line of it twitching. Leroy arches his neck, his eyes still filled with both hunger and trust when they lock onto those of his lover's.

"Love you so much, Leroy," The younger man murmurs. Running his hands lovingly along the silver-haired man's strong thighs, Tim continues, "Want you to come from feeling how much, I love you." And then Tim licks him, a smooth wet hot stripe right up Leroy' ass crack.

"OH!" Leroy's shout reverberates through the room, ricocheting off the walls. He can't - he's never - "Tim!" He feels Tim smile as the younger man exhales, feels his face touch him in a tender gesture before it's moved back a hair, feels his love's breath huff out against his hole just before he's licked again, hard, tongue flat and teasing the way it presses on him but not in him. It feels odd, startling, and amazing in a completely foreign way. He understands now why Tim wanted to experience this. He wants more, himself!

"Like that?" Tim asks, and his teasing tone just slides up Leroy's spine in a chill of want.

"God, yeah- oh," Leroy groans, because the hands on his thighs flex as Tim leans back down, licking against him, the tip of his tongue trying to slide in. "Oh God, Tim!"

Tim listens to him, though, and mentally rejoices, but says nothing, even when he moves up momentarily to lap the pre-come already dripping from Leroy' cock.

Almost lost in the euphoria and haze of sensations crashing through him, Leroy can still feel it all, Tim's hands squeezing his thighs, his tongue tip dipping inside, and God that tongue licking just inside of him is doing things no one has ever done for him, haven't even talked about before last week when Tim brought it up as something he wanted to have done to him.

Leroy's limbs are beginning to tremble, from his shoulders smashed as hard as possible into the bed, to his feet now tight with strenuous tension even as they're lifted up and set down over Tim's shoulders, his near constant verbal expressing how beyond pleasurable this feels, filling the air around them. His lover is literally bathing him in love with his tongue like he wants to go on forever, generously being aided by his finger's firm pressure on Leroy's miracle inch "Please! Tim! Need to come, I - god! Tim!" Leroy moans again, helpless to stay quiet.

Tim smiles as he slows his ministrations, his eyes still glued to his beautiful lover falling apart in his arms. Moaning, Leroy has no idea just how beautiful he is right now, letting himself go in Tim's hands like this. It's been damn near impossible to keep from climaxing himself as he's guided Leroy to this edge, but oh, God, is his lover beautiful! Look at him bucking and arching, his body shaking harder as he lets go!

Not stopping anything except his tongue for a brief moment, Tim moves and leans over enough for his lover to hear him, Tim sensually urges him on. "Come for me, Love!"

As Tim's tongue returns to his insides, pleasure quakes through Leroy in waves and he can hear someone shout out, vaguely aware that its himself as the lightning-fast pleasure of his lover suddenly fondling his aching globes that are drawing up on him so tight. It's not enough to make the older man come, but the finger that sneaks just inside, along with Tim's tongue is, hurling him over the edge in a blinding blur of overwhelming bright hot sensation, so sudden and jarring and good it's almost painful as his vision goes white and he remembers nothing more.

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

He's drifting on lingering pleasure when he can see again, cleaned up and wrapped in Tim's arms.

"Mmm. You make me feel very..." Leroy struggles to find the right word until he remembers something Tim has said to him about his own feelings. "Cherished."

Tim lays his hand against Jethro's chest, feeling the heartbeat against his palm. "Good. Even the strongest deserves to cherished, Leroy and you're the strongest person I've ever known." Tim gives back with all seriousness. "And I do cherish you as much as I love you. Please. promise me that if there ever comes a time when you don't feel it, you'll let me know I'm screwing up."

"Tim..."

"Please, Leroy! Promise me! Don't ever let me leave you feeling lonely or unloved or no longer cherished." The younger man insists, sitting up and glaring at him with genuine heat, getting upset that Leroy's not taking him as seriously as he means this to be.

The older man shakes his head as he tiredly reaches for Tim and pulls him close, ready to let sleep take them both now. "Goes both ways, love. Remember?"

Tim smiles as he snuggles back down on his lover's chest, exhaustion tugging at him hard now. "Yeah. Yeah. It does., Doesn't it?"