Mandate 3
The boys left Stillwater around 11ish that morning, stopping in at Jack's store for snacks and hot coffee, before hitting the road. They were planning to get in to Harrisburg just after 1300 hours, for a 1400 hour check in at their hotel. There were a couple of stores Jethro wanted to go to once they got to town, mostly for a couple of new tools, so he dropped Tim off at the mall, near their hotel. He had no desire to wander aimlessly around a mall, especially right before Christmas. So, he pointed Tim in the direction of the hotel, telling him to head there when he was done and to call him if he gets lost.
Tim went into the mall, he started with getting himself some under layers to keep him a bit warmer. Then bought himself small duffel bag because he'd have to stow all his new stuff away to come back to Gibbs' place too. He bought himself a new jacket; nice enough to use for work and going out, then another coat; one that he could dress up for work or down for Stillwater. Next, he went into the department store and bought some long thermals, a couple of plain tees and sweaters, another couple of pairs of sweatpants and some designer underwear - something he'd never bought himself before, just to boost his mood. He'd picked up a few goodies for the team's belated Christmas get together they had planned in the middle of January, as well as presents for Jack and Gibbs. As he was leaving the mall, a pair of jeans - not in his usual style caught his eye. After trying them on, he thought they were a pretty good fit, but decided loafers didn't really go with them, so he double backed to purchase the nice boots he'd been admiring earlier but had decided against. He picked up a pair in his size before heading out. In the outer strip, he found a hobby shop and bought both Gibbs men a Christmas present each.
Gibbs had gotten the tools he had wanted, including some fancy rolling mechanism he'd been looking for, for his next project. He'd ordered some lumber in a special type of hardwood, that they'd have to collect tomorrow morning on their way back to Stillwater. He was planning to dry it out for a special project back home. He was headed to the hotel when he saw Tim, walking in the same direction. He pulled over and Tim recognised Gibbs' old truck and climbed in, putting his bags in the space cab. "Buy the whole mall there Tim?" Jethro teased him.
"Nah, I think there was a couple of shirts out the back." Tim retorted as he buckled up and Gibbs pulled out into the traffic.
The two men rode in comfortable silence for another seven minutes. Gibbs went in to check in, Tim was following him, but his cell phone rang and he stopped to check the caller ID. Tim smiled widely when he saw the country code of the caller, stopping Jethro.
"McGee" Tim answered, happy to finally hear from his beloved Grandmother.
"Sweetheart, I know who you are." Penny's sweet melodic voice filtered down the line from a world away. "How are you doing?"
"I'm ok, Penny." Tim told her, he'd made it sound convincing too, which had impressed Gibbs. "Really, I am."
"You sounded so down in your email, darling." She told Tim. "You have both Ducky and I so worried."
"Penny, I'm fine." Tim rolled his eyes at Gibbs who was back from checking in, having decided to give him privacy to chat to Penny. "I'm still with Gibbs."
"Let's talk about Sarah, Timothy. She -"
"I'd rather not talk about Sarah!" Tim said harshly and Gibbs' eyebrows rose off his face. He'd never heard Tim use that tone of voice at anyone, including Abby and Tony. "Just once; when you call me, can't you talk to me, about me?" Tim griped and Gibbs was proud of him. He figured Tim had never stood up to the McGee matriarch like that and Gibbs was prepared for some fallout from it.
"I'm sorry Timothy, but she is your sister, she's your responsibility -" Penny began, but Tim cut her off.
"She's not my responsibility. She's my sister, yes. But she's a grown adult, she doesn't need me hovering over head. Telling her how to live her life. Look if you're so worried about Sarah, why don't you call her?" Tim argued, he hated having to speak to Penny like that. But it had to be done, he had to make his point.
"Don't be absurd. She's nine hours a head of me, I'd wake her up." Penny retorted. "Maybe it was a good idea you that you didn't come to Scotland. If you're going to behave like a perpetual child." Penny argued and Tim groaned. If Penny ever wondered where Tim and John, her son, got their stubbornness from, she should look at herself in the mirror.
"That's rich; coming from you. I've been taking care of Sarah my whole life. Yes, you were here, sometimes, but mostly you were galivanting around the world on your lecture tours, leaving me to be the bad guy. I get you never wanted to raise us, but you could have thought of us occasionally. I've always had to be her protector, protecting her from Dad, protecting her from any other harm that's been out there." Tim argued, Gibbs had ushered him in to their room and sat him down on the bed by the window, then went back to the truck to retrieve their bags and impulsively grabbed Tim's purchases, before taking a seat on the tailgate to give the young man some privacy. "I have to go Penny, Jack's calling me. Bye." Tim lid, hanging up on his beloved Grandmother. He hated having to put her in her spot, but he wasn't going to be a door mat for anyone, anymore.
Out in the parking lot, Gibbs sat on the tail of his truck, looking around and thinking, the bags resting at his feet. He was pleased to see the bar from where he stood, it was across the lane way and three hundred feet down the lane way. He took comfort in knowing that they could stumble back safely and not risk getting hit by a car. "Gibbs?" Tim asked, standing in front of him.
"C'mere." Gibbs whispered, pulling Tim to stand closer to him, leaving a couple of inches between their bodies. "I want you to let go of all that crap in your head." He told him, his hand resting on his own denim clad thighs. "Let go of the argument that you just had with Penny. It's over and done with." Gibbs noticed that Tim wasn't looking at him. "Hey!" Gibbs said louder this time, tapping Tim in the stomach to get his attention. "It's done. From this side of the argument it sounded like you finally stood up for yourself. That's good. But it's done. Let's focus on tonight."
"It's done." Tim reiterated, looking Gibbs in the eye. "But why am I standing between your legs?" Tim asked with a sultry grin, letting his hands reach down and ghost over the back of Gibbs' hands that rested back on his thighs with Tim's fingertips.
Gibbs felt the heat in his face spread, he had seen the amusement behind Tim's eyes too. Gibbs had been enjoying the position he'd pulled Tim into and was enjoying the feeling of having Tim between his legs.
"Let's get inside and warm up." Gibbs suggested, changing the subject as he hopped off the tailgate of his truck and guided Tim back inside their room.
Inside their room, Tim started sorting through through his purchases, while Gibbs pulled out an old well-worn paperback novel of a book and laid back on the bed. Tim left the room, with all the packaging and tags to toss in to the recycle bin and returned to start folding clothes sweats and what not into bag he bought. Next went the long overcoat he'd picked up for work, he hung that in the closet. The other coat he'd bought, the one he was planning to wear tonight, he hung up beside the work coat too. He folded up the rest of his new clothes and slid his new boots into the bag with the clothes he would wear tonight sitting on top of his bag.
Gibbs was covertly watching Tim over his paperback novel. He watched as Tim had opened everything he'd just bought. He saw the designer boxer briefs Tim had purchased and his throat went dry at the thought of Tim in those black, Calvin Klein boxer briefs and nothing else, leaning against his own body. He transposed that mental image on to the memory of when he was massaging Tim last night of how Tim was hard by the time he was through massaging the younger man. He tossed his paperback novel to the side and rolled over facing the door, away from Tim, as he began fantasising about removing those shorts and claiming that body as his own. He knew they weren't the younger man's usual style and wondered what possessed him to buy them. Then he remembered the jeans that the younger man had purchased too. They didn't seem to be his usual style either. They were more tight, more tapered than the business casual ones he'd noticed that Tim had began to wear in the office. He groaned at that thought too.
"You ok over there?" Tim asked Gibbs. He had been watching Gibbs out of the corner of his eye. He'd seen the desire sweep over his face and then the reddening of his ears. He'd noticed how he had casually tossed his book aside and rolled away.
"Fine." Gibbs' voice sounded strangled. He managed to flick the head of his penis discreetly, to calm himself down. 'No damn it!' Gibbs thought to himself, frustratingly. 'The man needs a wingman, to help him get laid, not his old lecherous boss lusting after him.'
By the time 1800 hours rolled around Tim had finally dozed off and Gibbs had already showered, shaved and was standing before Tim's sleeping form on the bed. He hated to wake the younger man, but he knew that the younger man would want a shower and a shave. Gibs was well aware of his baseless threat back at his father's house of leaving Tim wherever he fell asleep, but his mind was already intrigued as to how his evening alone with Tim was going to play out. "Tim." Gibbs whispered, gently shaking the young man. "Tim. Wakey wakey!"
"I'm up!" Tim said automatically, snapping himself upright. "I'm up!" He reiterated and Gibbs hooked his eyebrow in the unasked question; 'really?'
"Glad you finally got some sleep. Shower, it's after 1800." Gibbs instructed the young man. "These are definitely reservations I don't want to be late for."
Tim took his jeans, shirt, socks and boxer briefs into the bathroom, along with his toiletries bag and turned on the steaming hot water.
By the time he was done in the bathroom, dressed in his tighter than normal dark blue wash denim jeans, his crisp black button down shirt, his new boots he picked up today, along with his new boxer briefs and lucky socks. He combed and styled his hair before grabbing some cologne and placing a few strategic drops here and there.
"Ready?" Gibbs asked, not looking up from his book. Tim had thought he looked good, but the real test would be what Gibbs' reaction would be and what had to say. After all, he knew the man had been watching him over his book earlier.
"Just need my jacket, wallet and a room key." Tim added, sliding his copy of the key card into his wallet, sliding it into his front pocket and slipping his sherpa lined, rustic denim jacket on. "Ready."
Gibbs looked up and his mouth went dry. There Tim stood looking like he'd just stepped out of a wrangler catalogue. The shirt and belt he recognised as one's Tim had worn to work before, the jeans he knew were new and to Gibbs thought they looked painted on. 'The jacket must be new too' Gibbs silently thought to himself. 'God, he looks delectable. Yum' Gibbs knew he needed to stop staring and say something. "Not bad lookin' there Tim. Change your mind about meeting someone tonight."
"Not as such, just decided I should be open to the possibility." Tim replied, cryptically. 'The possibility that we'll drink too much and have some fun.' Tim thought to himself. He had seen Gibbs sneaking covert stares at him and decided that he might have to man up and take one for himself. He could always blame the alcohol or claim he didn't remember if it was a disaster. "You ready?" Tim asked, his eyes roaming Gibbs' body.
"Oh yeah!" Gibbs said, giving Tim the once over, twice as they locked up their room and headed across the parking lot and down the street to the new steakhouse.
At the steakhouse, Gibbs ordered a 14 oz ribeye steak, medium with a side of fries. While Tim ordered a filet Mignon with garlic salted sweet potatoes fries and seasonal greens. "You're the only person I know that would order green vegetables at a steakhouse." Gibbs teased the young man in front of him with a wink.
"It took a lot of effort to get this fit, to finally look this good and I paid a lot of money for these jeans, I'd like to wear them again." Tim replied to Gibbs, seriously.
"I'll pay you one thousand dollars to wear that exact outfit to work when we get home to DC. Tony's jaw will hit the floor, you look more than good, you look ..." Gibbs said to him, eyeing him up and down again. "Second thought, you better not. It'd probably get me killed. You look like a walking distraction to me."
"Yeah...?" He asked Gibbs with a cheeky, sultry grin. "I could always wear it on a paperwork day?"
"I'm still your boss and it would be improper to share my real thoughts on how gorgeous you look." Gibbs said, sipping the bourbon they'd ordered when he ordered his steak. "So you better not, you do and I will be punishin' you with more than just a head slap."
"Guess we'll just have to bite our tongues then, keep it between us." Tim quipped and all Gibbs could think about was how much he'd enjoy biting his younger agent's tongue. Playfully nipping at that piquant tongue of the younger man's would definitely be a pleasure he'd happily partake in.
Conversation eventually settled around Christmas plans and how it was celebrated by the Gibbs men and Tim, if the store was open and what traditions the two men followed.
Choosing to opt out of dessert, Gibbs called for the cheque. Tim tried to pay his share, in which Gibbs politely declined, playfully slapping his hand away, saying Tim was his guest. That Tim was doing him a favour by not letting him eat alone in a restaurant.
After paying and leaving a generous tip, Gibbs and Tim sauntered up the street a little, back across the road and into the lane way where the saloon bar they wanted to check out was. Since they had a live band playing, Tim happily paid the cover for both men and whist Gibbs grabbed a booth, Tim ordered them a bottle of top bourbon and two glasses and a jug of ice.
Gibbs was surprised when Tim returned to the table with a bottle of Four Roses Single Barrel Kentucky Bourbon, two glasses and a jug of ice. The bottle and the two glasses he understood but the jug of ice confused him. Before he could verbalise the question, Tim leaned in close to be heard over the band. "That's in case someone joins us because I'm not going back to the bar for just ice."
"Why not?" Gibbs asked without thinking, wishing he would swallow his tongue instead. "Your ass looked ravishingly delicious from back here. Definitely a sight to behold." Luckily for him, Tim hadn't heard him over the loud band.
Gibbs poured out their first drink and they clinked glasses. "Sláinte." Tim toasted with a grin. The two men talked a bit more about life. Tim told Gibbs a bit about the argument he and Penny had earlier today and Gibbs told Tim about Shannon and Kelly and everything that had lead to estrangement that the two Gibbs men once shared.
"Next bottle's on me." Gibbs said, as he headed up to the bar, this time he ordered his favourite bourbon - Heaven's Door, a Tennessee double barrelled rye whiskey. Again, ordering a jug of ice. The ice had surprisingly come in handy as they were using it as water when they needed it, knowing they had to be sober enough to drive the two hours back to Stillwater in the morning.
"I've never had this bourbon before." Tim commented, picking up the bottle and looking at the label. First he squinted and pulled the bottle back to look at it from afar, then bought it in too close, still unable to read it, he gave up. "Can't read the label." he grumbled.
"Good." Gibbs said to him. "Means you're wasted enough to let go of your inhibitions and pick someone up. Who's it going to be? As your wingman, I'm here to help you." Gibbs reminded Tim of the original plan, although Gibbs was almost three sheets into the wind himself too. Almost too close to throwing in the towel and saying 'fuck it' before taking Tim back to their room and seducing the man.
"You!" Tim said, looking Gibbs right in the eye, wondering if his boss had heard him over the noise the band was playing, that they claimed was music.
Gibbs heard him clearly, but he played dumb. He was waiting to see if Tim was serious or not. If Tim asked again, it would be his undoing. "What did you say?" Gibbs asked over the din.
"You heard me just fine..." Tim answered boldly, calling Gibbs' bluff. "I said you and don't give me the 'I'm straight' line. You've been checking me out, so you're not totally straight. No one is."
Tim ran his boot covered foot up the back of Gibbs' calf muscle. Which caused Gibbs to gulp the remaining bourbon in his glass. "Is that really a good idea?" Gibbs asked, his self control barely hanging on by a thread. "I'm still your boss."
"You're right, Gibbs." Tim said dejectedly, before perking up. "But I still think it's a fucking stroke of genius."
'If anyone's stroking anything, it'll be me stroking the genius.' Gibbs thought to himself, trying rein in his errant emotions.
Gibbs sat there feeling torn for a moment. He really wanted to throw caution into the wind and take Tim up on his offer, but the more rational part of his brain was telling him that 'this is Tim.' That he needed to bide his time and take it slowly. Show Tim how a real man loves. To not remind Tim of that molesting adjutant or that that asshole he was involved with. That he, Leroy Jethro Gibbs was worth taking the risk with. That Tim could risk his heart with him.
Tim stood up, suddenly embarrassed that he'd come onto his boss. "I'm actually pretty tired. I'm going back to the hotel. Did you need me to help you pick someone up before I go?" Tim offered. He didn't want to leave Gibbs to flounder, especially as he'd promised the older man to help him too. He couldn't believe he'd misread the signals. 'I'm so stupid. Surely, I'm not that rusty when it comes to reading men.' Tim thought as he stood up, finding his equilibrium, before putting one foot in front of the other and stumbling towards the exit of the bar.
Unbeknownst to Tim, Gibbs stood too, throwing the waitress a hefty tip on the table, even though she never once came over. He followed Tim outside, keeping a respectful distance and as Tim made it to the parking lot of their hotel, he picked up his pace. Gibbs' resolve began to snap as they were right by his truck. He gently manoeuvred Tim to lean against his truck as he dug into Tim's front jeans pocket, occasionally brushing his now hard member, searching for Tim's wallet. Finding it, he yanked the key card out of it and took great pleasure in returning the wallet to the original pocket. "Still feel like I don't want you?" Gibbs asked, stepping closer into Tim's body, letting their bodies briefly touch. Tim could only gasp in surprise. "I've wanted you for a long damned time. You better get us inside, before my self control snaps completely and we end up being a side show attraction."
Inside the hotel room, the door firmly closed and locked behind him. Tim stood there dumbfounded, he wasn't really sure what had happened out by the truck, with the amount of bourbon he had to drink it was possible that Tim had just fantasised the whole thing. "What now?" Tim asked, looking around the room. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next.
Gibbs slipped his hands up the younger man's chest, under his jacket over the top of that black shirt he'd been itching to touch all night. Over his shoulders, taking the denim wrangler jacket with him as his hands went. Once Tim was free of the sherpa lined jacket, Gibbs unbuttoned the cuff of each arm of his sleeve. "I'm going to make you feel so good." He told Tim as he began untucking and unbuttoning his shirt.
With the shirt unbuttoned, Tim interrupted him, pulling away slightly. "Be right back." He whispered. "Got to brush my teeth and go clean up."
"I don't care about your breath." Gibbs whispered softly to him as he pulled Tim back by the hand, his voice husky in a way Tim had never heard before. "In fact, I'd love to taste my favourite bourbon on you. On your lips, on your tongue. As for cleaning up, there's no need because no matter how much I want you, that won't happen while we've been drinking. I won't rush you and I definitely won't hurt you. You deserve to be shown the kind of love you deserve. Only the best kind." Gibbs removed his shirt, before his own jacket and shirt joined the pile of clothes growing on the floor.
Gibbs gently pushed Tim into his bed, flat on his back, removing one boot and sock, kissing his instep a whisper, before starting on the next one. "Oh Gibbs." Tim moaned as his lips made contact with Tim's foot. Repeating his ministrations on the other foot. He kicked his own shoes off too, taking his socks also, leaving both men in their jeans and not much joined Tim in his bed, laying side by side, not touching each other anywhere except a small brush of their pinkie fingers. "I was expecting you to climb on top of me." Tim pouted, letting the disappointment colour his voice, as he drew his bottom lip in between his teeth, unsure of what to expect.
"This isn't about getting our mutual rocks off, which will be good, when it happens, if it ever happens. But tonight, it's about love and respect, Tim." Gibbs told him sternly. "I won't do anything that even reminds you of the trauma those two men put you through. Going to show you nothing but the love you deserve and the respect you've already earned."
Both men turned to face one another. "May I?" Tim asked as his hands began exploring Gibbs' body, before finding his belt buckle.
"I've been waiting for you to start actively participating." Gibbs quipped with a saucy smirk, as his hand found Tim's on his hand over his buckle. "I was never going to force myself on you. I'm your boss, you have to want it too. I can't influence you. Thank goodness, you report to Vance because of your special projects contract and not me for your evals, or I'd lose you from my team."
"God Gibbs, last night you had me harder than Chinese algebra." Tim panted undoing that buckle and opening his boss' jeans. "Of course, I want this. I do have some control over my libido."
"Before you put your hands on me, let me kiss you." Gibbs groaned, stilling the younger man's eager hands on his belt buckle still. Gibbs bought both his hands up to cup the cheeks of the green eyed man that lay before him. He touched his lips to Tim's. Hesitantly at first, before he opened his mouth a little wider and slowly introduced his tongue to Tim's. To Gibbs he tasted like caramel and burnt vanilla biscuits. Sweet and delicious with a hint of spicy pepper and something else. Something he uniquely identified as pure Tim.
"Gibbs." Tim gasped breathlessly.
"Not Gibbs." He said, pulling away slightly. "Jethro or Leroy." He kissed Tim again, Tim opening his mouth, immediately welcoming the rendezvous.
The almost naked body spooned underneath his own shifted slightly and he pulled it closer to him. Without opening his eyes, he started nuzzling Tim's neck as he slid his hand around to find his nipple. Finding Tim's nipple, he pinched and rolled the nipple lightly, bringing it to a peak before sliding his hand down to stroke the sleep lax genitals inside the cotton and elastane clad boxer briefs. The cock in his hand was thick and not too long, the perfect size to suck and he was looking forward to the day he would suck it. Behind that glorious manhood, were a set of balls that made a nice handful as he gently rolled them in between his fingers eliciting a groan from the sleeping man. The absence of any pubic hair had surprised him and he enjoyed hearing Tim's groans of pleasure in his sleep and Tim began to harden under his touch as Jethro began his exploration. Jethro Gibbs had enjoyed his morning so far, just waking up with Tim in his arms, almost naked. Running the tips of his fingers up and down Tim's arms, trying coax him into a conscious state. He felt surprisingly good considering the amount of bourbon the two of them consumed.
He had kept his word too, he and Tim had not been any more intimate than sharing kisses and some light petting. Neither of them had partaken in any kind of sex including oral or penetrative sex, and neither did them had climaxed. Both had wanted to, but Jethro didn't let either of them give in to their baser desires. Instead, they had been spoken softly to one another between the kisses and light petting when Jethro had asked Tim a question and he looked down to see Tim was asleep in his embrace. Instead of pulling on some shorts and hopping into his own bed, he adjusted his briefs, tugged up the rest of the blankets and pulled Tim into his embrace and drifted off to sleep with Tim in his arms.
"We have to be checking out in under an hour, don't go starting something we don't have time to finish, Jethro." Tim whined as Jethro brushed his fingertips behind his balls to the perineum.
"Maybe we don't need to leave." Jethro whispered into his ear, nuzzling his neck a little further. His hand now retreating from the perineum, tucking Tim's now firmed up penis and balls back in to his boxer briefs and continuing to map his equally hairless chest with his fingertips.
"Don't you have timber to collect today?" Tim asked trying to distract him, rolling over to actively participating in his own exploration of Jethro's body. Tim's hands found Jethro's nipples and he quickly bought them to a perked point under his ministrations as Gibbs keened in response to Tim's touch. The salt and pepper hair sprinkled throughout his chest was a turn on for Tim as it tickled his fingers and lit his nerve ending on fire. His fingers parted the hair on his chest as his hands continued their journey downwards. Finding an old, worn scar Tim traced it lightly with his fingertips. His eyes closed in a sigh of pleasure as Jethro amped up his attack and tickled Tim on the stomach. "One day soon Jethro, I'm going to start at your forehead and finish at your toes, I'm going to nip, lick and kiss every square inch of your body."
"Really?" Jethro asked, with interest as his mind raced. He'd never had a lover, male or female ever take such an interest in his body before. Especially before getting to the sex and that made him smile.
He and Matt had been young lovers, they'd given themselves to one another only a few times before Matt got sick. Once Matt got sick, his energy reserves hit rock bottom followed by his libido. The few times Matt had the energy to want to make love to Jethro, they either hadn't been alone or a new symptom presented itself. They tried their best to be intimate and found other ways to do so, but sex - both anal and penetrative were quickly taken off the table early in the diagnosis.
With Shannon, he had been more about pleasing her and meeting her needs. She wasn't a shy girl, which was good for Jethro. She was confident enough to vocalise her own wants and needs. Many times she tried to reciprocate them, Jethro turned the tables back on her. Not wanting his baser needs to be in the spotlight of their relationship.
He needed someone who he could be an equal with, to give and receive in every aspect. Someone who he could explore the realms of his passion and pleasure with. Someone who, in turn he could help explore their pleasures with too. Based on the last eight hours, he was beginning to hope that Tim would be that someone.
"That sounds like a good idea." He whispered huskily, "But for now, I think we do need to get up. Dad is expecting us back in Stillwater this afternoon."
"Wouldn't want to worry Jack." Tim agreed, finally pulling back the blankets. "More importantly, we need to begin our search for caffeine." That caused Jethro to laugh out loud, a full bellied laugh.
'People think that I am the caffeine addicted one of the team.' Jethro Gibbs thought as he adjusted himself under the covers. "Coffee was the last thing on my mind this morning." Jethro sheepishly admitted. "But now that you've mentioned it, it just jumped into the number one spot."
Tim climbed out of bed first, heading for the bathroom to take care of his morning business while Jethro laid back and smiled to himself. He couldn't believe he'd actually kissed Tim, that they'd seduced one another and still managed not to have their mutually wicked way with one another. He was actually proud of his own self-control, having wanted the younger man for a while now.
Thoughts of how good Tim looked in those designer boxer briefs had him grinning wickedly. He was planning his next move when the bathroom door opened and the object of his desire appeared. He stealthily made his way from the bed, to where Tim was rummaging around in his bag for something to wear. Tucking his finger under the waistband of Tim's designer boxer briefs, he tugged Tim into his own body. Letting Tim feel his hardness nestle into his Tim's body. "I love seeing you in these briefs. Promise me that one day soon, you'll wear just these just for me and let me eat my way through to your cock until you're nothing but a pile of sated, delicious goo."
Tim's throat was thick with emotion, Jethro's words going straight to his manhood causing him to shiver in anticipation. "Can't wait." He panted out, as Jethro reluctantly released his lover and headed into the bathroom to take care of his needs.
The two men checked out of the hotel, both forgoing their usual morning showers as the temptation to join one another was too great and they were too close to the check out deadline to enjoy a joint shower. The trip over to the lumberyard was short and brief. Jethro didn't even get out of the truck as they loaded three slabs and four logs of hard maple he'd ordered into the bed of the truck and once they were loaded into the bed of his truck, the two men headed out of Harrisburg.
On their way out of town, Tim spied a Costco and asked Jethro to pull in. Tim darted inside and he was back within a mere ten minutes. He had purchased a portable cool box, a bag of ice and whatever the small white bag contained. He quickly buried the small white bag into his bag and gave Jethro a wicked grin. At the unasked question, Tim explained. "The cooler box and ice is for that farm stand we saw sixty miles outside of Harrisburg yesterday. I want to get some of those fresh vegetables and some chicken thighs and fish fillets from that place in Northumberland, I've got a great idea for a couple of dishes I want to try my hand at."
"Sounds delicious. We should stop at the BBQ joint in Shamokin Dam and get some ribs, coleslaw and a brisket to go for dinner tonight too. I'm sure there's room in that cooler for the coleslaw." Jethro said, grasping Tim's hand in his and bringing his hand to his lips to kiss his hand. "Ready to tell me what's in the white bag?"
"You'll see." The younger man teased, winking at his older, almost lover.
"Ooh, is it something for the three of us to enjoy?" Jethro asked, thinking maybe it was a special spice or dried herb for the dish that Tim was planning on cooking up.
"Might be very awkward if Jack joined us with what I've bought." Tim laughed, answering Jethro's question. "I actually went into Costco for the cool box, when I saw a box of condoms, beside the lube I couldn't resist." He grinned.
"That's actually smart thinking." Jethro told him. "You know how awkward it is to buy condoms and lube in a small town like Stillwater?"
"Was going to buy an anal plug too, but they're sold out. Guess I'll just buy one online and have it shipped to the house." Tim sighed. Last night they'd discussed their mutual bisexuality and discovered that they were both switches. Both like topping and both had enjoyed bottoming. Tim hadn't packed any of the toys hew owned and nor had Jethro, it definitely wasn't worth the drive back to Alexandria or Silver Spring just for them.
"Or we can head over to the Adult Superstore in Wilkes-Barre. That's what we used to do when I was younger." Jethro told him, giving him a wicked grin. "But we're not getting any toys until I've made you fall apart in every way imaginable, myself."
