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"Hey boys!" Jackson greeted the two men when they came in through back entrance to the store as he was flipping the open sign to closed. "I see no one needed bail money after all." He joked with them. Tim gave him a little red smile and his son just rolled his eyes at him and his antics.

"No Dad, we were both perfect gentlemen." Jethro told his father as his father washed up at the sink. A non-committal scoff from his father and a raising of the oldest man's eyebrows had Jethro questioning if he was projecting something out to the world, or if he had a tell his father could see. "Perfect gentlemen." He reiterated to his father, shutting down the questions he knew the old man had.

"I made some beef stew for dinner; it should be just about done." Jackson told his son and as they entered the kitchen. They found Tim lifting the lid of the slow cooker and checking on the stew. He saw that Jackson had added some sweet potatoes, parsnip, carrot and pumpkin into the stew.

"Fifteen minutes?" Tim asked, figuring in fifteen minutes he could cook up rice and some of that broccoli he'd bought from the farm stand today. "I've got some nice broccoli to go with it and I'll prep some rice."

"Wondered why you bought so much broccoli." Jethro said, as he joined them inside after unloading the lumber from his truck in the barn.

"I love broccoli." Tim stated, smiling at the two Gibbs men. He knew they had in their heads a pile of green tasteless mush. He'd never cooked broccoli like that in his life. He hated broccoli cooked like that, himself. The two Gibbs men were in for a treat.

"Well if you've got dinner in hand Tim, I'm going to have go wash up, really quick." Jackson said smiling at Tim. He enjoyed the fact that Tim liked to cook too. That he enjoyed cooking just as much as Jackson did, himself. 'At least if my son ever got his head out of his ass, and asked Tim on a date, he would eat better.' Jackson thought to himself as he made the way to the back of the house where his bedroom and bathroom was.

Once Jackson had left the two younger men, Jethro started the coffee and took a seat on the barstool that resided at the breakfast bar. He watched as Tim prepared a pot of water for the broccoli. He pulled three cup sized rice sachets from the pantry, the kind that only takes ninety seconds in the microwave. As soon as the water was boiling Tim added the broccoli into the boiling water, letting it boil for a further five minutes before draining the pot and tossing the broccoli into a mixing bowl. In the bowl he added some salt, pepper, olive oil and some of the bacon crumbs he'd bought from the farm stand. Then he laid the broccoli florets out on a baking tray, sprinkling a tiny amount of dried Parmesan cheese; usually he preferred fresh, but he'd take what he could get and popped the tray into the oven and baked for a few more minutes.

Jethro watched Tim prepare the broccoli intently. As soon as the tray was in the oven, he slipped off the bar stool and joined Tim in the business part of the kitchen. He slipped his arms around the young man from behind, pulling Tim's body into his own. His lips barely a whisper from Tim's ear. "Got plans after dinner tonight?"

Tim turning at the sound of Jethro's hot breath on his ear. "What did you have in mind?" Tim asked softly, looking up into Jethro's cerulean eyes and meeting his piercing gaze with a soft and shy smile of his own.

"Thought we'd pick up where we left off last night." Jethro suggested as his hands lingered over the younger man's hips, caressing them as he enjoyed the closeness they were now sharing. "Laying together, being close. Talking ... getting to know each other more intimately."

"Well how can I argue with that?" Tim jovially asked, swatting Jethro out of his way to remove the broccoli from the oven and microwave the rice. "Sounds like a wonderful night."

When Jackson returned from his shower, he noticed that although the two men had the island bench top between them, they were sharing shy and sultry smiles with one another. "Tim this broccoli looks delicious, definitely not what I was expecting."

"Tim's full of surprises." Jethro commented and a small rose hued blush graced Tim's cheek. "I mean who can cook broccoli and make it look like that? That broccoli looks edible."

"You hate broccoli, son." Jackson reminded him. Jackson decided not to comment on the growing attraction between the two men. If they were falling under a spell, he didn't want it broken. Only time could tell what was going to happen and how it would play out. But right now, he could feel it when he'd walked into the kitchen and decided it was best left unsaid. It was taking every ounce of strength he had, too because he loved to talk.

"I know, but I want to eat that." Jethro explained, looking at Tim in the eye. Tim caught the double entendre and moved to the microwave in time for it to finish. He made light work of plating up the rice and handed a plate to Jackson and one to Jethro in order to dish up their own broccoli and beef stew.

The three men enjoyed their dinner in a comfortable silence as they watched a cable news program about the rising political tensions in Washington DC between the senate and congress. Occasionally Tim or Jethro would throw out a harsh word or sharp retort at a particular person, such as a congress person or a government official they had crossed paths with before. "Leroy, you ate your broccoli?" Jackson observed with a humorous grin on his face. He was definitely surprised; his son had hated broccoli his whole life. Both Jackson and his late wife Anne, had never been able to get their son to eat his broccoli, even Shannon had struggled with that monstrous task. "Tim, that broccoli was delicious. I must admit, I was curious as to whether or not, Leroy would actually eat it. Turns out I was wrong. That's good work!"

"When I was on my big weight loss kick a few years back, I learnt that vegetables don't have to be a bland, boiled mush. That a well-prepared vegetable will have you salivating for more." Tim explained to Jackson. "Take carrots, for instance. Baked and brush with a mixture of a good quality honey, water and mustard powder and they have such a delicious taste. Or Spinach, add it into a rice dish just before its cooking and allow the flavour to seep into the dish slowly."

"Hey Dad, I'm right here." Jethro reminded his father playfully. "It was good broccoli, Tim. Even those carrots sound delicious, how did you make those beans at Thanksgiving? Everyone was raving about them, they looked good, but I was skeptical."

A call to Jethro's cell phone interrupted the conversation the three of them were having. Jethro pulled out the cell and glared at the caller id, not recognizing the number, but definitely recognizing the country code from Tim showing him the caller ID yesterday in the hotel car park. "Yeah Gibbs." He answered as he took the dishes into the kitchen and filled the sink to start washing.

"Ah Jethro, is now a good time to call?" Ducky's voice floated through the cell phone. "We have just returned from a function at the university."

"Now's fine, Duck." Gibbs told him, his gut telling him this has to do with Tim and his grandmother's argument two days before. "Is everything ok?"

"Actually Jethro, I am quite worried about young Timothy." Ducky explained as Jethro put on a fresh pot of coffee. "Penny and Timothy had a rather nasty blow up a couple of days ago that has left her quite rattled. Combined with his email, it seems maybe he is under some stress."

"I'm going to stop you right there, Duck." Gibbs sighed, pouring a mug for himself. "Tim's fine, he's still unwinding, but he's fine. I'm keeping an eye on him. As for the argument he had with Penny. That's between the two of them, I'm staying out of it."

"Yes, I was not insinuating that we get involved. Merely that we are both there for one another whilst they sort it out amongst themselves." Ducky reminded his friend.

"Duck," Gibbs began, running his hand down his face, partially frustrated with Penny for not being able to move past it and partially at Ducky for dragging him into it. "Tim's over it, he's beginning to relax. Maybe tomorrow afternoon or evening sometime, we could do that face-chat thing and you can see for yourself. As for Penny, if you had of heard Tim's side of the argument. You'd be proud of the man. He stood up for himself, finally. You, yourself told him to stop letting people walk all over him like a doormat. He's taking your advice."

"Sounds like a FaceTime might be best, Jethro. How does half past four, your time sound? That will be nine-thirty in the evening our time. Shall I ping Timothy's phone or his computer?"

"Either Duck. Tomorrow's a working day, we'll both be at the store all day." Gibbs disconnected the call. He heard his father and Tim speaking in low voices but couldn't decipher the conversation from the back of the kitchen. Making quick work of the dishes, including the pot, roasting tray and slow cooker bowl Jethro had the dishes washed very quickly.


"Good night, Jack." Tim said softly, patting the older man on the shoulder as he passed him in his recliner chair. He studiously made his way upstairs; hearing Gibbs offer a 'face-chat' on the other end and Tim knew he'd better have his laptop fully charged. Plugging it in to charge, he gathered his fresh clothes and clean underwear for a shower. "You, ok?" Jethro asked him, from the doorway of the guest room. "You seem kind of … worried."

"Just that Penny is trying to get Ducky to do her dirty work for her … again." Tim sighed, "Just like her own son in that regard, she never takes responsibility for her own actions. She wonders where Sarah gets it from too. Where Sarah learnt to pull a stunt like that, she should look in the mirror. It's right out of the McGee family playbook."

"Definitely not a Tim problem." Gibbs jested as he closed the distance between them. "Right now, I've got a more pressing issue."

"Yeah, what's that?" Tim asked in a whisper, his hands resting on the lapels of Jethro's jacket.

Jethro enjoyed the closeness the two of them were sharing, in the light muted hallway. Giving Tim a tug closer to his body, Jethro found his hands resting on the younger man's slender hips. His right hand moved to tilt Tim's chin to gently look at him in the eyes. His right hand moved up the side of his face and carded its way through Tim's hair. "C'mere." He murmured, moving his face to close in on the distance between himself and Tim.

Tim grinned at him, meeting him halfway. His gentle lips met Jethro's dry, chapped yet surprisingly soft lips. As soon as their lips met, Jethro's left hand made its way up his back, lighting a fire under Tim's threadbare undershirt. Sighing and moaning into Jethro's mouth in pleasure, he opened his mouth a little wider. At Tim's mouth opening, Jethro took it. Introducing his tongue into Tim's mouth, inviting and enticing Tim's tongue to come out and play. Tim's tongue brushed against Jethro's. Jethro followed through, gently pushing Tim against the wall behind him to support both their bodies. The noise of the wall made a thump noise and echoed through the old house. Tim dropped the last of his handful of clothes, to link his hands around the older man's neck. Before running his hands through that silver hair, his nails scraping his scalp as they went. Breaking apart, Tim panted at Gibbs. "We need to change the venue." Tim panted breathlessly.

"Yeah?" Jethro smirked at him. "Where did you have in mind?" He asked, returning his lips to Tim's body by kissing the corner of his sweet, sinful mouth before leaving a hot trail of kisses up his jawline, to his ears and down his neck.

"Hmm, Jethro." Tim moaned as his body writhed in the feeing of Jethro's calloused hands. "Shower." Tim said breathlessly, as he span them around, this time leaning Jethro against the wall as Tim made love to his mouth. His hands exploring Jethro's body and ghosting his palm over the older man's denim clad manhood.

"God Tim." Gibbs sighed into his mouth as Jethro's head hit the wall, taking Tim's lips with his. The din of Tim turning the tables on Jethro, reverberating through the house.

"Will you two stop rough housing up there?" Jackson's voice boomed through the house. "Don't make me come up there, boys!"

Pulling back from one another, they exchanged guilty grins. Before Tim gave him a shy and sultry look. "I'm going in the shower, feel free to join me." Tim said, bending over to collect his clothing he dropped. Brushing his backside against Jethro's front, feeling him semi-hard just from their little make out session in the hall.


It only took half a second for Jethro's body to catch up with his mind and by the time Tim had the water to the shower running, Jethro was slipping into the main bathroom upstairs and began removing his clothes, quickly. As a former marine, he was proud that he could strip naked in twenty seconds. Until he realised that Tim was taking his painstakingly slow time, deliberately. "Tim?" Jethro whined in his ear. "Now's not the time for a slow, sweet, sinful seduction. I can't wait."

"Hush Jethro." Tim admonished, with a sexy, provocative grin. "Haven't you heard? Patience is a virtue."

"Ain't never had no patience before." Jethro grumbled, as Tim slowly unbuttoned his jeans. "I can't start right now."

Seeing Tim standing there in his black Calvin Kline boxer briefs, the ones with the white elastic waist band and nothing else forced all the blood to remind Jethro that he was a red hot-blooded male. His body flushed at the thought of finally being naked with Tim.

Last night in the hotel room, they hadn't even got their clothes completely off at first. Even then, both men had kept their shorts on and worked around that. No one had climaxed and there hadn't been any sex of any kind. "Well, that's for sure." Tim quipped at Jethro's muttering about having no patience. That was the worst kept secret of the agency. Jethro looked deep in thought for a split second, barely giving Tim a moment to ponder what was on the older man's mind.

"With you though, I can try to be patient." Jethro told him honestly, stepping up behind him and resting his hands on the younger man's hips. "I believe I told you this was about love, not getting our mutual rocks off. However, I did promise to make you feel good. Now, get under the water Tim."

Jethro followed Tim under the spray, the two men enjoying the closeness of being confined in the shower stall together, naked. Jethro picked up a fresh wash cloth off the pile and wet it, before taking two pumps of Tim's favourite body wash. The scent of the jojoba oil and citrus tickled his nose as he began his ministrations on Tim's body. Making sure to wash every nook and cranny, paying extra attention to his hairless chest, those perfect, hairless balls that fit in his hand perfectly, his perfectly shaped cock that was begging to be sucked and his beautiful rosebud that he couldn't wait to explore.

Jethro maneuvered Tim's body so he was facing the tiled wall, leaning against it as he massaged the man's shoulders, under the guise of washing him. Jethro made sure that his own manhood found the crevice between Tim's cheeks. He intended to drive his lover crazy with nothing but pleasure. Tim moaned as the head of Jethro's penis brushed the back of his balls and travelling upwards and eliciting a sigh of ecstasy as it brushed Tim's hole. "God Jethro." He panted breathlessly as he titled his head towards the older man over his shoulder. "If you keep that up, I'm going to explode all over this wall."

"Good, that's what I want you to do." Jethro panted hotly in his ear. "Don't hold back, I want you to explode over my hand. Then I'm going to lick it clean and make you fly again."

Jethro actually felt Tim's knee's buckle at the threat of his words. Once Tim was scrubbed and rinsed, Jethro turned the water down to barely a trickle as he picked up speed a little with his rutting gesture, enjoying the feel of having his dick on Tim's body. Jethro knew Tim was close, his body writhing as he continued his undulations against Tim. Knowing the pleasure that awaited them both, Tim allowed Jethro to pull him to climax rather quickly. As promised, he pulled his hand away from Tim's body that was coated in Tim's seed and began to lave at it, licking it clean. Tim looked over his shoulder and kissed his lover, enjoying the taste of his own semen on his boss' lips.

It didn't take long for Tim to rebound back, and Jethro was thrilled. He had been sure that Tim's youth would allow him to be multi-orgasmic. It had been a long time since he'd been able to bring a partner, male or female to a second orgasm, but he was determined for Tim to climax more than once. He wanted nothing more than to see Tim in a sated puddle of goo, content and sexually satisfied.

Tim turned the tables on him, much like he did in the hallway before they changed their venue. Maneuvering Jethro against the shower wall was easy for Tim, when he was distracting Jethro with his tongue in his mouth and his hands working his testes and his forefinger stroking and caressing his perineum. Jethro's hands weren't idle either, one hand was molesting Tim's now red nipple, and the other hand was rimming his prized hole. "Oh yes!" Tim screamed as Jethro toyed with his hole, finally giving in to thinking about penetrating him with a finger. "Finger me, Jethro." He panted breathlessly.

Jethro removed his fingers from the exploration of Tim's ring and Tim sensuously took them in his mouth. As soon as they were coating with enough salvia, Jethro returned to his teasing of Tim's hole as Tim began toying with the head and slit of his rock-hard cock. "Harder Tim." Gibbs begged, stilling his motions a split second, giving into his desire. "He likes it rougher."

Tim amped up his exploits on the former marine's manhood, the head now turning bright red and weeping the sweet clear nectar that the Cowper's gland produces. Feeling Jethro's meaty forefinger enter him to the first knuckle pulled him over the precipice "Ngh!" Tim cried out, as he climaxed again.

Feeling Tim's body shudder in its release, combined with Tim's hand working his balls, his rock-hard dick and rough play on the head of his penis, smearing his pre-cum everywhere as he toyed with Jethro's opening slit on his cock. "Gonna blow." Jethro warned him as Tim continued his ministrations of his manhood, capturing as much of the older man's spunk as possible. "Ahhh!" He took his fingers and hand in his mouth, licking himself clean as Jethro joined in.

Soon the water was turned back up and the two of them quickly washed again rinsed off before climbing out of the shower. Wrapping themselves up in their own towels, Jethro Gibbs kissed Timothy McGee hard. "Your room or mine?"


As much as he loved and adored his daughter in law Shannon and their baby girl Kelly, even Jackson knew that his son marrying those other three women were a mistake. With the exception of Shannon, he knew Leroy wasn't happy with those women. He had been deliriously happy with Matt. But the boys had barely began their life together before Matt's diagnosis and subsequent passing.

Jackson knew that Leroy had deliberately sworn off men in an effort to protect his heart from the hurt and pain that losing Matt had caused him. That was when he met Shannon. He was careful never to mention Matt to Shannon, but she knew about him anyway. He suspected that while Leroy had been a wonderful and loving husband and partner to Shannon, an amazing father to Kelly, that he had locked part of his life away after Matt passed.

When Leroy returned to Stillwater on that case, bringing Tim and Ziva with him. He had been pleasantly surprised to see the two of them interact. It had seemed that Leroy had held Tim at arm's distance compared to the rest of the team. That had been Jackson's first clue about his son's true feelings towards the green-eyed man. The second clue had come on the second day of their case; when his son had appeased him and decided to treat the case with what he heard Tim tell Tony was 'kid-gloves'. He watched as his son's team stood there shocked at the new approach, while Tim, the 'probie' of the team stood up to Leroy. Tim questioned his boss as to whether or not it was the right approach to the case. He too had watched with interest as his son had stepped inside Tim's personal space and the two of them had shared a silent conversation about the case. In those brief moments, Jackson had seen a spark between the two men; looking around the room he was surprised, it seemed that no one else had noticed it and they were all seasoned investigators.

Downstairs, Jackson smiled to himself. Leroy wasn't a loud or rough-housing kind of man, and he highly doubted the soft spoken and mild-mannered Timothy McGee was either. He could hear the thumps and thuds and could only hope that the two of them were getting together, at least working out their mutual attraction. Jackson had no problem with his son's sexuality. Even though Stillwater was deep in the heart of coal mining country, it was progressive as far as small towns went in this part of the world. The Winslow family Mine attracted a lot of different kinds of people and kinds of families to the area. The townspeople who had been born and bred here, were accepting and welcoming to them. Despite the attitude the townspeople had had to Leroy and his team when they arrived in town on that first case. Jackson knew those that still lived in town; those that had known Matt and Leroy and Leroy and Shannon together would be delighted at the prospect of his son finding happiness again.

He just had to get them together ...