VM8
This chapter is NSFW! You have been warned.
"Come on in, Ducky." Jack called out from his vantage point by the entry to the living room. "Those two were out in the cold and the masses, most of the day. Their brains are still frozen. Let's get you warmed up. How was your flight?"
"It was good, thank you." Ducky answered, as he moved away from the couple towards Jack. "Thank you for extending an invitation to me to join you all for the holiday. Oh, and for organizing young Mr. Moseby to collect me from the airport and drop me off here. Such a polite young man."
"It was nothing, Ducky. Young Brett Moseby was on his way here, anyway. He is Denise Moseby's grandson, and he is joining her for the holidays. It just worked out perfectly." Jack said, as he ushered Ducky into an armchair and headed into the kitchen to make some tea. Although no words were being spoken, it looked as if the newly together couple were having a hushed conversation between them in the hallway. Tim had briefly gone back upstairs to retrieve Ducky's gift, the part of the good doctor's gift that he had purchased here. "Leroy Jethro and Timothy, get your butts in here now." Jack chastised playfully.
Jethro glared at his father, playfully, and waited for Tim to catch up with him before they both returned to the living room together. Ducky looked up and saw that Jethro had ushered Tim ahead of him into the living room. "We were about to exchange gifts, Ducky. I had to run back upstairs and retrieve part of yours that I had purchased while I was here. I didn't know you would be here, otherwise I would have brought the entire gift. You will have to make do with what I have with me."
"Oh Timothy, that does not matter. Do not stress yourself." Ducky chided the younger man. Ducky had also noticed that Jethro had taken a seat beside Tim on the two-seater, but he was keeping a respectful distance from Tim. Ducky had had suspicions about the team leader for a while now, and seeing his friend on the video chat, earlier in the week with his young subordinate. It had been like the tumblers of the lock falling into place for him. He wondered if Jethro wasn't feeling uncertain about himself due to his unexpected presence. That perhaps his friend was worried about the fallout or repercussions of Ducky knowing about a relationship developing between the two men. "As a team, we will be exchanging gifts on the nineteenth, as we originally planned. We can exchange the rest, then."
"Leroy, come help me in the kitchen with the drinks," Jack called out, and it had been the saving grace that Jethro had been searching for. His sexuality was one thing that he had always kept hidden from everyone. No one in DC knew of his past. The past before Shannon, that is, except for Tim. The thought of Tim put a smile on his face. When Jethro joined his father in the kitchen, he saw that his father had everything under control and gave him a questioning glance. "It's okay to let someone else, besides Tim, in. I invited him here, Leroy. I didn't know you two were planning a trip together while you were away from work. Let Ducky in, Leroy. I didn't tell him anything, but he has suspicions about the two of you. He is your closest friend and confidant, he is part of Tim's extended family, through his companionship with the boy's grandmother. I just wanted to do something nice for the two of you and surprise you both."
"We appreciate the surprise, but a heads up would have been nice. It's just that's, it's hard for me, too Dad. letting someone else in." Jethro said to his father in confidence. "I won't tell you why, but it is. Did you ever consider how this might make Tim feel uncomfortable, too?" Jethro sighed, he supposed that his father had had good intentions.
"I wanted to do something nice for the boy; he has been such a big help this week." Jack promised himself that he would speak with Tim alone later, apologise and make sure the younger man was ok. "Now grab the tray of drinks and come on back into the living room." As jack entered the room again, with his son in tow, Jethro placed the tray of drinks on the coffee table, so Jack could begin handing them out. "Now that's settled, Ducky. You can stay in Leroy's room, and he can bunk out here, on the sofa." Jack winked at Tim as he made that announcement, handing the younger man a steaming cup of coffee, made to his son's exacting standards.
The men exchanged their gifts; Tim had gifted Jethro a model sailing ship that would need to be assembled inside a glass bottle, and Tim had gifted Jack a couple of die-cast model fighter planes to add to his prized collection, as well as the two new Gemcity books, which he had personally signed for Jack. He knew from previous visits that Jack was a fan, but he didn't know that Tim was also the author of the series.
Jack tried to argue, but the other three men could see the happiness on the older man's face. "He managed to get him to sign them, too, Jethro." Jack gushed to his son, excitedly. "Tim managed to track down the Gemcity fellow and had him sign them. Just for me."
Tim had also gifted Ducky a bottle of local whiskey from the distillery they passed on their way back today. He had been unable to resist the temptation. Plus, he had gifted Jethro a bottle of expensive bourbon from the bourbon bar that they had visited. Jack had gifted Tim a bottle of wine that his son had said the man liked to drink and his personal copy of book that Tim had admired and read on their first visit to Stillwater. Jack had managed to find a second copy of the rare book and gifted it to Tim. Jack, who had known Ducky was coming, had organised Mrs. Hannigan to bake Ducky a large tin of traditional Scottish cookies. She had made some shortbread, parlies, oatcakes, petticoat tails, melting moments and Abernathy biscuits. Jack had given his son a voucher for the lumberyard near his home, some marine mechanical how to books and a bottle of his favourite bourbon.
Ducky explained to Tim that Penny had shipped his present and it would arrive in DC on the 17th. They hadn't planned on being in different places for Christmas and it had been shipped before Ducky had decided to return to the States. Tim had reassured him it was okay. Tim took the used cup into the kitchen and Jethro followed him. Seeing it was Jethro who had followed him, he smirked at his lover.
"Kind of blows our plans away for after church, tomorrow." Jethro murmured, and Tim nodded. Tim too, had been feeling the excitement and anticipation of finally having some alone time together with his lover.
Tim replied, putting his arms around Jethro's neck and hugging the man close to him. "I was thinking about that anyway." He said, smiling at Jethro. "Next Christmas we will probably have to work. We should make a Christmas lunch here and spend some quality time with Jack. We only have a couple more days here, then we will be back in DC and preparing for our cruise, plenty of time to be alone."
"You are the most selfless man, I know," Jethro murmured, as he kissed Tim's lips. He broke the kiss off and rested his forehead against Tim's. "I'll go get the prime rib out of the fridge; think you can handle the vegetables?"
"I'll bake some fresh bread, too," Ducky added from the doorway, seeing the lovers embracing. "Do you think the two of you are ever going to look me in the eye tonight?" He asked, smiling at them. "Just because the two of you have chosen to take your relationship down this path, doesn't mean I am upset or disappointed in either of you. In fact, it makes me happy to see the two of you together. You both look happier and more content than I have ever seen either of you."
"Thanks, Duck." Jethro said, grinning at his friend. He then held Tim closer for a moment, before finally letting go of him. Tim winked at his lover and smiled warmly at Ducky, before heading back into the living room.
"As long as you're both happy and comfortable with your decision to be together, who am I to stand in the way?" Ducky smirked at them both, before leaving them alone again.
The four men shared more than a couple of glasses of bourbon each, in celebration of the holiday and being together. Just enough to relax everyone and lull them into a state of relaxation, without anyone getting tipsy, overindulging or being downright incapacitated. When it came time to head up for bed, Jethro didn't want to cast any illusions as to whom he would be sleeping with and where. Now that Ducky knew about the changes in the relationship between the men. "Come on, Babe." Jethro tugged Tim to his feet. "Let's take Ducky upstairs. Show him where my room and the bathroom is, before we go to bed."
Tim laughed at his lover's antics. "At least say good night to your father first, Jethro." He teased him playfully, allowing Jethro to pull him from the sofa into an upright, standing position. Tim had helped Jethro by moving easily, both men eager to say good night.
"Good night, Dad," Jethro said, turning to look at Tim and then speaking to his father. Ducky was surprised to see that side of Jethro. A playful side that he had never seen before, even in the two marriages he had known Jethro throughout. Meanwhile, he was in more shock to see that it was Tim who had been the one admonishing him. Ducky found their behaviour interesting, watching the shifting dynamics between the men, it intrigued him.
"It's okay, Jethro. Go on up to bed; I can find my own way up later." Ducky managed to get out between his laughter at both of the men. Ducky had never seen the playful, yet admonishing side of Tim, either. If someone had of told Ducky, that Tim of all people could make Jethro do something, he scarcely would have it. But he had seen it with his own two eyes. "Jack and I would like to catch up, first."
"Good night, Ducky. Good night, Jack." Tim said with a smile and began straightening up the sofa to delay going to bed. He knew that Jethro was waiting for him, but it had been fun riling him up and decided to see if he could push his playful lover that little bit further.
"Yes, yes, good night." Jethro parroted playfully, as he stalked across the room and took Tim by the hand. He took Tim's hand in his and caressed it with his opposite hand, as their fingers interlaced "Come on, Tim."
Tim looked him dead in the eye, smiled at him warmly. He extricated his fingers from Jethro's and smirked. "Catch me." Tim hissed, as Jethro lunged for him, reading his lover's mind. He knew Tim could be deviant when he wanted to, and bourbon always put Tim in a flirtatious mood. He took off in the opposite direction through the kitchen, towards the dining room and back hallway, towards the stairs.
Jethro grinned ferally at his dad, he had been able to read Tim's mind and Jethro had found it funny. Jethro took off, giving chase to Tim. Their antics greatly amusing Ducky, while Jack was more concerned about one of them hurting themselves, before he gave up. If they did, Ducky was a doctor. "If one of you boys break something..." Jack warned them, but his threat held no weight.
A minute later, the comical sight of Jethro being frog marched by Tim through the living room and into the foyer had Ducky almost snorting what was left of the fourth glass of his bourbon out of his nose. The past five days, Penny had been worried about Tim being depressed. Tonight, had shown Ducky that she hadn't worried about Tim, at all. That staying with the Gibbses, had been good for the young man.
Catching Jack's sigh, wide smile and hearing the men upstairs, Ducky bit back a chuckle. "They will settle down soon. I have only had to threaten to go up there once." he told Ducky.
"I must say, I haven't seen this side of either of them before." Ducky mused, as he took the offered top off Jack was offering him. "To see them both let loose like that has truly been a sight to behold. To see the shift in the dynamic between them. They have definitely let go a little and relaxed."
"Wasn't that the point of the forced vacation?" Jack asked, as there were two loud thumps on the floor from up above. "Will you two knock it off up there?" Jack shouted at them.
"Will you two knock it off up there?" Jethro parroted back to his father, before closing the bedroom door loudly and Jack smirked at Ducky. "Now you know what raising Leroy Jethro Gibbs was like. He had and that jokester, DiNozzo, have a lot more in common than Leroy would ever admit to."
Upstairs, Tim and Jethro had made light work of retrieving their supplies from Jethro's bedroom and some of Jethro's clothes. They left the portable heater up there for Ducky and Jethro switched on the central heating of the old house, to give everyone some extra warmth tonight. Not that he and Tim were going to need it.
Removing and tossing his boots on the floorboards made a thud, and he shrugged as he tossed Tim's boots too, making a second thud. "Will you two knock it off up there?" They both heard Jack shout at them, from the floor down below.
Still in a teasingly good mood and remembering how much Jack hated him parroting his voice back when he was younger, Jethro abandoned his plan of stripping Tim naked, momentarily and stalked over to the bedroom door. Opening it just wide enough to poke his head out, Jethro hollowed in a parroted, high-pitched voice. "Will you two knock it off up there?" Before closely the door rather loudly.
Seeing Tim laughing at him from his bed, Jethro grinned and winked at him. "Where were we?" He grinned sexily at the younger man and joined Tim on the bed, eager to pick up where he left off.
The two men were still fully dressed, minus their boots and were laid out beside one another, sharing soft kisses on the bed. Just enjoying being with one another alone, behind closed doors. They hadn't made love again, since that first time the morning before and although they were both eager to, they were both enjoying taking it slow and letting the fire build between them.
"Mmm..." Tim moaned against Jethro's lips and the older man grinned at him. Jethro's hand had found its way under the younger man's shirt. He had been toying with Tim's nipple and Jethro knew that he was going to have to stop kissing Tim, to take his shirt off.
Albeit too reluctantly, Jethro broke off the kiss and removed his own shirt, before working on Tim's. With both men naked from the waist up, Jethro resumed kissing Tim. Tim rolled them slightly, so that Jethro was covering Tim's body with his own. Tim's hands between them, working on Jethro's denim jeans. While Jethro's hands were exploring every inch of Tim's chest. Roaming up his hairless chest, brushing his nipples and enjoying the moan that Tim was letting out in reply.
Tim managed to get his jeans open and started shimmying the pants off Jethro's waist, taking the man's cotton shorts with him, as well. He grinned against Jethro's lips, at his accomplishment of what he had achieved. It wasn't often that he had managed to get Jethro naked, while he still had his pants on and secured at the waist.
His hands wasted no time in finding Jethro's firming member. Stroking it seductively, Tim used his nails and stroked the underside in random interval, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the older man as his manhood got harder. Tim took one ball in his hand at a time, rolling it gently, before swapping over and lavishing the other one with his attention.
"Oh God, Tim." Jethro panted harshly, against the skin of the younger man's neck, as he felt all of his blood rush to his male anatomy at once. Tim's hand brushed his perineum and onto his anus, rimming him with his finger. Tims actions caused Jethro to buck against Tim in want. Breaching his hole, ever so gently, not even half a fingernail deep had Jethro seeing stars. Sure, he had been on the receiving end before, but not since he was a teen with Matt.
Tim pulled back his hand and licked his own fingers sloppily, before Jethro guided them into his own mouth. The sensation of Jethro sucking on Tim's fingers had felt erotic to the younger man and he'd had to calculate the sum of pi in his head to slow his desires down. While Jethro was sucking on Tim's fingers, his own hands were working on the fabric of Tim's jeans. Opening the fly, he had released Tim's fingers with a pop and pulled out the younger man's hard penis.
Tim's hands found his lover's anus again, rimming the hole, before slipping a finger into the first knuckle. He felt tight and Tim was concentrating on not cumming in that very moment. He gave Jethro a moment to let his sphincter muscles a chance to relax, before pushing his finger further inside.
Jethro was enjoying the feeling of having Tim's finger inside him more than he thought he would. He pushed back and Tim began his ministration of twisting a swiping his one finger inside his ass, while he pumped his hard dick with the other hand. Tim removed his hand from Jethro's penis and fumbled on the nightstand for the bag of goodies, they had purchased on their click and collect at the adult store. He found the lube and laid it beside him where he could reach.
When they had taken the bags upstairs, Jethro had given all of the toys a good wash with the appropriate cleaner and tossed the rubbish out, before replacing them in the paper bag and leaving them on Tim's bedside table. He fumbled around further, finding what he was after. He wanted the small anal plug. He knew that Jethro would need to work up to taking him, as he hadn't taken another penis in his ass in over twenty years, and it took time to stretch him back out.
While Tim's fingers pumped themselves in and out of Jethro, occasionally swiping his prostate and working him into a frenzy Tim pumped the lube on to his hand before thoroughly coating the small anal plug with lube. It was like a training plug, three inches in length and an inch in girth. Not the smallest one on the market, but the smallest one they had purchased.
Jethro breathed through the intrusion. It felt smaller than expected, but it felt amazing. He couldn't wait to have Tim making love to him. Matt had been the last lover that he had taken in his body. But they had been young and inexperienced. Now, he was older, and he had been the one making love with or having sex with other men. But his time had come back around, and he was ready to have Tim make love to him.
"How's that feel?" Tim asked him and Jethro gave him a grin, before kissing his lover's lips. Tim nipped at his lips, playfully, trying to keep his older lover in the moment.
After a few more steady moments of sharing sensual kisses, Jethro panted against Tim's mouth. "Give me the next size plug, I want the next size up. I want to be ready to take you."
"Shh, there's no rush, Jethro." Tim said, kissing his lips softly. "I'm not going anywhere. We don't need to rush it and go through them all in one night."
"Fine." Jethro grinned at him, sexily. His words could be mistaken for pouting, but they were far from it. He had just had a wicked thought that could be fun, playful and sexy for them both. "But first, let's swap to the next size plug."
Tim quickly leaned over and took the next size plug out of the bag and lubed it up, being sure to coat it liberally. He reached back and eased himself over to remove the smaller plug from Jethro's ass. Seeing him slightly stretched, he lubed his fingers up and gave his lover two fingers and the occasional swipe of his prostate thrown in for good measure. Jethro almost bucked off the bed in pleasure, thrusting and moving against Tim's fingers, wanting more and more. With two fingers inside his lover, Tim readied the plug. As Tim scissored and pumped them inside Jethro, Jethro tugged at his balls to starve off himself from cumming. Tim hastily removed his fingers and replaced them with the next size plug.
Tim's hands joined Jethro's on his balls, as his lover enjoyed the feeling of being stretched out further. This plug was four inches long and the girth was wider at one- and three-quarter inch in girth. Almost the same girth as Tim's penis at two and a half inches wide in diameter. "How's that feel, babe?" Tim asked, watching his lover's face closely.
Jethro removed Tim's hands from his balls, before quickly lowering Tim and moving over the younger man. As he laid Tim back on the bed and climbed astride, he restrained his hands above his head as Jethro holding his lover's hands in place. "My turn." Jethro grinned at him, cheekily.
Tim gulped audibly, as he gave Jethro a gentle, playful thrust upwards. Tim's playful movement aligned their cocks up, so that they could rut against one another with their movements through the cotton barrier on Tim's body. "Yeah?" Tim replied, surprised at the turn of events.
"Leave your hands there." He grinned down at Tim, kissing him and his mouth thoroughly. "If they move, I will show you a new use for your handcuffs."
Tim made a concentrated effort to keep his hands in place. He had no doubt that his lover would follow through on his words. But he also trusted him that Jethro wouldn't overstep his bounds. If Tim had of told Jethro no, he knew his lover would respect that. He kept his hands above his head, as Jethro finished kissing his lips and had moved onto his neck. Feeling his lover, nip and suck and lave at his neck, had Tim writhing in pleasure against his lover enticingly. "Oh, Jethro." Tim moaned out loud, in a low husky voice that was laced with desire.
Tim could feel Jethro grin against his skin, as he moved further down his chest, onto the younger man's nipples. Tim writhed against him in pleasure, as he fought the urge to move his hands from where his lover had left them. Tim managed to maintain his composure as Jethro licked and laved his way further down Tim's body, taking in the shape of the taut stomach and the two pac of abs he could feel beneath his lover's skin. Tim raised his knees in the air and opened his legs wider to accommodate his lover's body. Jethro kissed along the waistband of his cotton boxer shorts. He could tell that Tim was near his wits end, that he was driving Tim crazy with desire. The feeling of the plug and the pressure inside his ass made him feel like his libido was racing even more than usual and hoped that it would be a satisfying finish for both of them.
He slid the cotton shorts off Tim's long legs with one motion and in one hand. The sensation of standing with the plug in his ass was almost too much to bear and he tugged on his balls to stop himself from ejaculating prematurely. Climbing back on the bed, back onto Tim, he moved back to Tim's head. Whispering huskily into his ear, Jethro was struggling to hold his composure. "I am going to make love to you now. Do not move your hands and be silent. We don't need an audience bursting in on us." It had been a good idea in theory to make love to Tim with the lug inside him, now he was having second thoughts. He was afraid he wasn't going to last long. He found the lube and coated his fingers in it, as he slipped them inside Tim's already stretched hole. Jethro didn't want to hurt Tim, so he made sure to scissor and stretch him, quickly working up to three fingers. "Ready, babe?" Jethro asked huskily, as he rolled a condom on his shaft, lubing it up and lined it up with Tim's hole.
"Make love to me, Jethro." Tim replied huskily. Jethro couldn't wait any longer. He knew he wasn't going to last long. Looking down, he could see Tim's cock was fully erect, and leaking lots of pre-cum. So, he knew his lover wouldn't last long. He edged his hard cock inside Tim's hot wet channel and waited for Tim to become accustomed to his girth and depth.
"Before tonight is over, I am going to make you fly." Jethro warned Tim in his best bedroom voice, as he nipped at Tim's lips. Feeling Tim beginning to move on his cock, Jethro became eager. In each arm, he scooped one of Tim's legs in the crook of his elbow and thrusted in and out of his lover. Feeling his own balls tighten up already, after only two dozen or so thrusts, Jethro lowered his legs and kissed Tim's mouth, as he took Tim's cock in his hand, determined to make Tim cum first. Breaking the kiss off, pumping Tim and panting through the rhythm, Jethro panted to Tim. "Round two, is going to be you inside my ass."
"Gah!" Tim exclaimed, biting the inside of his cheek and his bottom lip slightly, as he climaxed. Jethro needed no further encouragement and two thrusts later; he was filling the latex cover with his semen.
Tim moved his hands to Jethro's back and shoulder, as his lover collapsed on top of Tim in a heap. Soon, soft laughter filled the room. Both men were laughing now, and the movements of Tim's laughter was working his sphincter muscles in the anus, making them was act like a cock ring, keeping him hard. Pulling back off Tim, Jethro noticed that Tim had barely softened. He pulled himself carefully from Tim, careful not to spill anything from the condom as he tied it off and tossed it in the trash bin by the nightstand.
Returning to the bed, he could see that Tim was still wired and ready to go. He kissed Tim and Tim kissed him back, like a starving man, possessed. "I'm ready, Tim." Jethro promised, as he lubed Tim's left fingers up. He felt Tim nudge the plug in his ass. The motion sent a shiver of pleasure through his body, as Tim slowly and seductively removed the plug and replaced it with his slippery fingers, quickly adding a third finger. "That's it." Jethro encouraged in a panty, enjoying and remembering the sensations of what soon would be following.
"How do you want it?" Tim asked, keeping his voice low and in his best bedroom voice. Jethro simply tossed Tim a condom and the bottle of lube. Knowing his lover was right, it had been over twenty years since Jethro had taken a lover this way, taking him from behind would be the easiest on him. Tim rolled the condom on his hard shaft and lubed it up one handed, a skill he had acquired shortly after he had begun having sex with girls, as a teen. As he eased his fingers out of Jethro's passage, he eased his hard cock inside. Surprised by the change in pressure and girth, Jethro braced himself on the bed, bearing down as Tim entered him. Tim let Jethro become accustomed to his size. Tim was bigger and had a wider girth than Matt did, and he was surprised that his body didn't take long to adjust. He found himself thrusting his hole on Tim's well lubricated cock. "You, ok?" Tim asked with a feral grin on his face, seeing his lover's wanton movements on his hard manhood.
"Oh yeah." Jethro grinned, reaching back to guide Tim's hands to his hips. "Make love to me, Tim." Jethro's voice was louder than he had intended it to be and definitely sounded rougher.
Tim held Jethro in place, as he began meeting his older lover's movements. Setting up a series of short and long thrusts, Jethro was a mess beneath him. He had already climaxed twice onto the carefully placed bath sheet, in fast succession and Tim had kept him on the edge. He held onto Jethro's hips as he thrusted deeply. "Oh God! Gah!" Tim muttered, as he pulled Jethro towards him, snapping his hips into Jethro's back, as he cum hard.
Tim lost his footing, as Jethro collapsed onto the bed. They were both sweaty and in a heap. Tim's body felt like jelly, as did Jethro. Tim managed to slip out and removed the full condom and tossed it in the trash. While Tim was taking care of that, Jethro balled up the bath sheet with their joint fluids on it and tossed it in the hamper. "Wow" Jethro muttered and kissed Tim when he returned to bed. "I forgot how good that is. God, I love you, Tim."
"I love you too, Jethro." Tim replied with a kiss of his own. Jethro placed his head on Tim's chest and let the sound of their breathing lull them to sleep.