A/N: A/U - This MCRT has never met Tim - with the exception of Abby - who broke this off with him 18 months before this story begins. No other canon storyline here.
A/N: Tim works in Cybercrimes - DC
A/N: Takes place right after Tim settled into looking good with his weight loss.
2 Person POV - Italics = 2nd person POV
Oct 28,2011
"How did I let you talk me into this?" Gibbs grumbles from behind his masquerade mask, an arguable resemblance to the lone ranger, with his salt and pepper hair and short stature. It doesn't bother him, personally knowing his physique is actually much healthier now than it has been in the previous year. He can definitely accept not looking the part behind the mask that Abby had brought him for this. Aside from his own thoughts on the matter, the NCIS MCRT Leader is a silver fox, absolutely gorgeous to look at.
Grinning like a loon, Abby can't take her eyes off her date for the night. She's proud to be walking into this party with him, right down to their masks, hers a perfect match to her wicked witch ensemble. She links her arm through his, glaring at all the ladies staring at her date. Inwardly laughing at her own possessiveness, she mentally reminds herself, the whole reason she's talked him into coming to this with her is to get him to relax and have fun any way he wants to once inside these doors. Even if that means she'll be left finding her best friend Timmy inside and getting a ride home from him. But, for now, her focus is the man on her arm. "Gibbs! You know you're gonna have fun!" She gushes in her you can't tell me I'm wrong kind of way.
Speaking of Timmy, earlier this week, it had been even easier to get him to agree to meet her here tonight than Gibbs' capitulation had been. All she'd had to do was let the younger man in on her plan to get herself a date; to let go and have some fun there and leaving him to find his own for the night. The odd look in his eye when she'd mentioned bringing a date without telling him who the guy was, had surprised her. She'd counted it a success however, when he'd agreed to meet her there anyway, despite his steadfast refusal to tell her about his costume, much less, let her see it.
Much as she hates to admit it, her relationship with the young man has been slipping away from her control, ever since she'd discovered a year and a half ag that he wanted more out of their relationship than she has been willing to give. She'd been kind enough that she'd immediately broken things off with him, rather than leading him on. And while he's still her best friend, hands down, it's a distance she has happily been filling with many extra-curricular activities that don't leave any room for pinning after him. Since he does still tend to go overboard on the whole 'looking out for you' routine, she's planning on cutting loose early tonight, just to prove to him that she doesn't need his protection. It was, after all, her whole purpose for inviting him here tonight, well, that and to make sure she has a ride home. Now, as she waits for his arrival, Abby keeps an eye on Gibbs, wanting to make sure he at least has a good time here, too.
It's been years since Gibbs has been anywhere near a party like this, the ones he'd been dragged to in his much younger years, not with-standing. And now, quite frankly, barely here 10 minutes and he's feeling lost and way out of his depth. He's also beginning to feel pissed and more than ready to go home, however he has to get there. He's done here. This is so far out of his comfort zone; he lost sight of the damned thing five minutes ago.
Abby's insistence that he come to this thing with her, mask and all, has already seriously stretched the limits of his willingness to tolerate anything else tonight. This party is definitely not his style and nowhere near anything he has ever been comfortable with. And she'd known that when she'd asked him. But she'd repeatedly begged him anyway. And when she had, Gibbs had finally figured out how his Senior Field Agent, Anthony DiNozzo, Jr has always found himself doing things for her at work that he shouldn't, because she's asked him to, the same childish, persistent way she apparently, has always done.
Well, after tonight, there'll be no more of that, he'll make sure of it. Speaking of Abby…turning to check on where the NCIS Forensic Scientist has flitted off to, he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he finds her safely and happily engaged in a conversation with a woman who has an obviously friendly arm wrapped around Abby's shoulder as they closely converse. Waiting until she obviously feels his eyes on her and looks over at him, he gestures to her that he is leaving. He knows she'll be disappointed. He just hopes she will let it happen and go about enjoying her night.
Luckily, she does just that. Quickly nodding back that she is fine she waves him on encouragingly after signing in ASL for him to at least stay for a drink before calling it quits. He remembers her having expressed that wish to him earlier, before they'd stepped foot in the place. Just relax long enough to have a drink, Gibbs. You may even enjoy yourself.
He has to admit, the idea has some appeal to it, as he'll be taking a cab home anyway. Making his way to the short side of the bar, he requests a shot of bourbon and waits for the very busy bartender to get it for him. While he waits, he can't help but glance around the room, beginning with the other patrons also at the five feet wide, oval shaped bar, both the opposite short side of it and along the long edge of it. Suddenly, his body freezes as his eyes lock onto the most gorgeous pair of green eyes he's ever recalled seeing, in spite of both of their masks.
His long-ago exploratory foray into a relationship with a man has never completely lost its allure down deep inside him, merely been his personal Rip Van Winkle. Until, right now, that is. As easily as he breathes, this attraction is fitting him; comfortably and excitingly even, like a phoenix rising from its ashes. Suddenly, all thoughts of going anywhere have disappeared and the only thing on his mind is getting to know the person behind these green eyes he can't look away from.
Those eyes are locked on his own now and suddenly, it's just the two of them in the room; the rest of the world having faded away. Tendrils of excitement, anticipation and overwhelming attraction are filling him so completely, he's ensconced in the moment and can't look away. It takes every ounce of his willpower to refrain from acting on the pure lust that's threading its' way through his veins.
From across the double-wide bar, our eyes meet from beneath the allotted eye holes in our masks, melding together as if instantly hot-glued. The fissures of electric sparks that light up and down my spine instantly turning me into a statue, unable to look away or move. I've NEVER felt this pull; this instant addictive attraction, or any attraction so quickly, with anyone before. Ever. It's taking every ounce of inner strength I possess to keep me from acting on the pure desire pouring through me for him. From the way he's carrying himself in spite of his shorter stature, he's older, wiser and very much in control of himself. Speaking of which, not wanting to seem any less in control, I have to walk away before I do something insane, like walk over to him and attempt to start something - definitely can not do that. Nope. Can't do it.
Gibbs HAS to meet the person behind the mask. There's something here, something that can't be ignored and has to be followed up on. His gut is screaming at him to grab this man up and take him home, keep him, get lost in him. He probably felt it too. Goodness knows, the guy had frozen where he'd stood like he'd felt it just as strongly.
Nervously, I swallow hard around the sudden lump in my throat, and I manage to break the eye contact with him. I turn to make my way to the individual restroom I'd noticed in the back hallway earlier when I'd gotten lost in this place. I had no intention of using the larger men's room over by the women's restroom. The thought of it made me squirm then and now, some 15 minutes later, that feeling hasn't abated in the least.
Crap, he's walking away! Damn it, I scared him off! The younger man's lack of movement before now belying his previous nervousness, leading Gibbs to that conclusion. Can't lose him! Without a second thought or taking his eyes off the man's retreating form, Gibbs sets his glass down and follows this man he's inexplicably attracted to in a lightning strikes kind of way. Slipping between people in the crowd easily, he's caught up to him in less than a minute. He can already reach out and touch him if he wants to. But he doesn't do that because he's not trying to scare him. Up close, the attraction becomes sharper even if the guy is a good two inches taller than Gibbs is. It's so sharp, in fact, that the salt and pepper haired older man can scarcely breathe in this moment.
As I reach for the door on the single restroom in the more secluded back hallway, electricity once again sparks within me and I know without a doubt, the man with the most gorgeous blue eyes I've ever seen, even from behind the mask - the man that enraptured me mere moments ago, has followed me, obviously equally interested, or, at least interested enough to do something more about it. But what? I hear his breathing hitch before he's even spoken or otherwise made his presence known to me. Suddenly, I'm mesmerized by just knowing he's near.
Turning around, my eyes instantly find his again, our masks doing little to hide the blatant desire we're both feeling for each other. This time, his close proximity shortens my own breath as well while sensual anticipation along with lust begins to crawl through my veins, my heartbeat quickening in my chest again…and again.
"You feel it too." Gibbs admits knowingly quietly, unaware of just how sensual his voice sounds in the personal space between them now. He's not at all surprised when the taller masked attraction on two long legs nods without hesitation. Before he can think himself out of this, the next question is escaping from his lips in the same quiet tone, intent on keeping this as private as possible in this very crowded party. "Want this to go further?"
"God, yes!" I'm moaning in sexual tension wrapped in anticipation before I can even stop myself. "Want this to go on...and on." A visible shudder shakes my frame as my mind throws itself into anticipation on steroids.
When my masked attraction on legs that are a good two inches shorter than mine smirks before gesturing with a short nod towards the back door literally just ten steps away off to the right of us, I immediately nod in likewise fashion, happy capitulation dancing through my veins. Oh, yes!
Immediately, I'm at the door, pushing my way through it without any more wasted time. I'm greatly reassured that this guy is a good guy when he immediately follows me out into the back, closely enough I feel his warm breath on my neck every step of the way, as if he's safeguarding me, the added security of one of his hands protectively on my lower back.
"My car's out front." I tell him somewhat shyly. Part of my almost timid tone is my attempt to keep my voice down enough that I'm not broadcasting our conversation beyond our combined personal space. I also don't bother to offer the information that it's a rental and I had no intention of driving my own car to a party like this.
Apparently having the same idea in mind, my walking masked attraction stays at my elbow silently yet obviously waiting for me to lead the way as we walk down the ally, back out to the parking lot. It's mere minutes later when we're safely tucked up inside my plain white ford Focus, the silence between us now renewed with our obvious mutual desire for each other.
Happy that I can see just fine through my mask, we're quickly heading out of the lot. It's a mere minute later that I remember to ask the all-important question, albeit nervously. "My place or yours?"
His still quiet and calming answer lights up my world. "You choose."
Silently Gibbs chuckles as his masked attraction behind the wheel of the car they're both in together now, responds, quietly and almost shyly, seemingly in awe of the choice just handed to him.
"I'd rather go to yours."
"Somethin' wrong with yours?" Gibbs calmly asks in an all-out effort to ferret out any feelings of inadequacy or hesitancy possibly going on.
"It's just a one-bedroom closet size place." I respond to his question quietly. "I'm guessing that yours is where you'll be more comfortable."
Obviously understanding exactly what I'm telling him, He nods as he calmly responds. "My house it is then."
"Ok." My softly breathed out reply is overloaded with relief and I am literally able to breathe again.
Gibbs can't help but smile softly. This guy is so endearing and so damn….. going stock still for a solid count to thirty seconds as a wave of want and lust, mixed with vivid anticipation nearly overwhelm him, Gibbs has to grit his teeth while directing the masked man he has to have and soon, to his house.
Thankful that it's mere minutes before they arrive, it's all Gibbs can do not to jump from the car. He's only walking to the front door by the skin of his barely contained self-control, for once grateful he still keeps his door unlocked.
I can't help but chuckle to myself at the visual proof that my attraction to this man is mutual. Suddenly, I feel a wave of hesitancy roll over me and I pause. Waiting and watching, for what, I do not know. My breath seems to falter nervously in my throat.
Nearly panting from the anticipation that is tormenting him, Gibbs looks back at the car, astonished to see his masked attraction has become frozen in place, his sudden uncertainty as apparent as it is discouraging. Turned back towards the door, the older man's heart drops. Is this happening? Being dumped after being led on? Again? Only this time by a man? It's bad enough he's finding himself on a rusty course right now, but to have it end like this?
A smile erupts on my face when the beautiful man I've driven here, looks back in my direction, a sense of impatience about him. It sets things to right in my gut and I feel as though this is where I'm supposed to be. All humor is quickly gone from my thoughts now as the need to taste those lips, that skin, have him touch me everywhere, begins to overwhelm me, even as he turns away from me. I quickly let my long legs eat up the distance between us, en-route to the man's inner domain, my heart sounding loudly in my chest as I feel its pace quicken along with my steps.
Impatiently Gibbs pushes the door open, hope dwindling in his chest. During the course of his next breath, however, he feels said breath stall out in his throat when it is literally shoved even further open without his own effort.
My every movement fueled by adrenaline now, I push the door away from me, all my doubts gone. There's something that calls to me with this man, makes me feel safe with him. I quickly step inside, locking it securely behind me without waiting for him to do it or even bidding me to. Only when the door lock slides into place do I open my eyes wider behind the mask, wanting to see what I need so badly right now. Part of me wants to rip my mask off. But an even bigger part of me wants to leave it on, allow anonymity to spice things up between us and my deep sense of vulnerability to remain protected behind it.
My breath is quickening in my chest again, my hands are clammy and the urge to strip right now, all the way down to nothing is so strong, my hands are already reaching for my shirt. Need his touch... now!
Gibbs can see his mystery man's desperation all over him, his reckless plan to take it all off, obvious when his hands move towards the hem of his shirt. This isn't what the older man wants. It isn't where he wants them to let this go, so he quickly steps into his two-legged attraction's personal space, raising his mouth to the younger man's through the mask's thankfully large space for it; locking their lips snugly in a kiss filled ardently with all the attraction he's feeling for him. Pure heaven!
His mouth has found mine as his hands reach out to hold me at my shoulders, melding us together so strongly and with so much passion, his arms are all that are holding me up in this moment as they grip my shoulders securely, as if to reassure me he's not letting go. The kiss…Heaven!
The older man needs more. Stepping back from his new lover, he takes the moment to catch his breath, his eyes undressing this beautiful younger man before him slowly from the chest down, already convinced he's gorgeous under all those clothes. In the dimmed light of the hallway where it leads to the rest of the house, it's become clear that this masked treasure is trim and tall, his hair a beautiful brownish blonde. Taste! HAVE to taste him! Without a single second more spent in hesitation, Gibbs asks for the more he knows they both want, unwilling to go forward without verbal confirmation that they're on the same page. "Do you want this?"
Fissures of expectant pleasure race up and down my spine as the question reaches my ears, so much so, I immediately and almost impatiently respond to that sensual voice without even a sliver of doubt or fear. "Yes! Everything!"
"That makes two of us." Gibbs equally confirms as he reaches out, smiling softly while his hands move to undo his soon to be lover's belt, lowering the zipper, carefully so he doesn't accidentally hurt the gorgeous green-eyed man. Locking eyes with him, Gibbs pauses in a moment that is already brimming with sexual excitement and blatant desire for more. He wants more than sexual gratification though, after all, he doesn't just jump into bed with anyone. Ever.
And tonight, is no different since he firmly keeps his head in the game. Desire for his mystery man still runs though his veins, though and he has to touch more of him, see more of him, take the time to treasure him, even if only for a moment. He's a person, not a means to an end and he needs to be made to feel that way before the night is gone, no matter how much animal magnetism and lust got them here. The younger man's pants fall down his legs, unexpectedly and Gibbs watches in amusement as his soon-to-be lover immediately steps out of them, not the slightest hesitation in his movements.
Although I had trembled when he first began to unzip my trousers, the moment I was freed of them, all my inhibitions slipped away, replaced by more of that pure desire for this man in front of me. I have to have him. Now. Almost instinctively, I raise my mouth back up to his, needing to taste him again. Knowing he won't refuse my invitation.
Gibbs watches, a small sensual smile on his face as almost in the same second in time, the younger man steps closer to him, silently asking for another kiss. The silver haired man lets the last of his own inhibitions fall away, his reasonings and thought processes going along with them as he happily obliges him.
Sure enough, this gorgeous silver fox is quick to take my mouth back, sensuously kissing me in return. I'm shocked, however, that at the same time, his hands have reached out and taken hold of the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulled them down along my thighs, one side moving down at a time, inch by inch.
Almost desperate for more, I wrench my mouth from his and step back from him just enough that I can quickly shed the rest of my clothes, willingly leaving myself completely naked, vulnerable, yet aching for his next touch on my naked skin, whatever and wherever he chooses that to be. It doesn't matter to me, so long as it's sooner than my next breath. My rod is already swollen with lust and I can feel the pre-cum beginning to pearl on the head and slide down onto the underside of it. Once again, I'm trembling in acute anticipation, fueled by rampant desires of my own for the feel of his touch on my body.
Almost as if he can read my mind, his hand reaches for me and I can feel myself twitching involuntarily when his fingertips touch and then carefully begin massaging and caressing the small globes beneath my throbbing rod, his fingers stretched so that at the same time, his thumb begins stroke me. Oh, yes! OH YES!
I have to hold onto his upper arms to steady myself, a small moan escaping my lips when his thick, strong fingers wrap themselves around my shaft and start to gently tug on it. "Oh! Yes!" I respond, though a moan torn from my throat on repeat, "Oh, don't stop!"
Feeling his own rod respond viscerally to the genuine reaction of his new-found lover, Gibbs gently eases back from the kiss, still holding his prize. "Let's take this upstairs." He murmurs sensuously. With a smile filled with warmth, he watches the younger man's uninhibited response to that invitation. First, there's the increased trembling. Next, the breathing hitches. Is this a new experience for him? Gibbs is intrigued by the idea. And floored. He's never had a virgin male lover before. He's not sure he wants that responsibility.
Suddenly, he's finally releasing the pulsing muscle he's been holding onto, gently unfolding his fingers from around it. He has to know if his thoughts are right. With his tone still calm and soothing, he pauses in their journey to the destination he's just suggested and puts the question out there between them. "This your first time?"
Hearing the question freezes me. How do I answer that without putting an immediate end to this wondrous, heavenly night? Shaking my head, I keep things simple and as non-invasive as possible, refusing to let anything in my past intrude into this beautiful experience, no matter where it was going. "No."
Luckily, he merely asks one more question about my body's pure reactions to his ministrations. "Close to it, though. Huh?"
Swallowing hard around the sudden dryness in my throat, I nod and attempt to offer up a calm, genuine response, mentally keeping the lock in place on those not-so-good memories from my distant past. They need to stay there. Tonight, is a new night. "Something like that."
He looks at me with a careful and what appears to be deep scrutiny before stepping back into my personal space, lifting my chin up with his curved index finger and quietly murmuring to me. "If there's somethin' you need me to know, tell me."
Gibbs watches in something akin to worry mixed with shock as the young man before him steps back from him even further and wraps his long arms around himself protectively. Has he stumbled onto something here? Without missing a beat, he gently encourages him to let Gibbs take care of him. "C'mere?"
The older man is relieved that his soon-to-be lover doesn't fight him, but rather capitulates without hesitation. Gibbs reaches for and holds the young man's hand. Soon enough they're walking up the stairs alongside each other and into the semi-dark room, lit only by the moon's light coming in through the windows. Letting go of his younger man, Gibbs heads to the windows and closes the blinds, completely shutting out the light and the rest of the world.
Shocked and warmed at the same time as I watch my older soon-to-be-lover drastically change the room's atmosphere, instantly enveloping me in feelings of security and safety, I'm encouraged by this man's concern and care-taking without hesitation. All thoughts of my first bi-sexual encounter gone wrong, some 5 years ago have already faded into the background of my mind as anticipation for what lies ahead, here and now thrums through my veins, fiery and liquified, a flowing river of need carrying me along in its' current, gaining more strength and speed with each breath I take, enraptured as I am at the sight of this beautiful man who wants me. He's so gorgeous!
Gibbs returns to the side of his bed and sheds the rest of his clothes before gently urging him to join him in climbing into the bed. Without shattering the silence, he smiles softly when the younger man complacently accompanies him, sitting close, both of them sitting with their backs up against the headboard. The old man takes up his soon-to-be lover's hand once more
As unexpected as all of this is, I've complacently gotten comfortable with him in his bed because he's made it blatantly obvious, with actions more so than any words could have explained it, his desire to treat me as a person, rather than just a means to an end here tonight. It's equally touching to me, if not more so, that he's also meeting me as an equal here and not looking for a domineering experience. With that realization, I feel even more of my nervousness slide away.
Pulling his own mask off in the anonymity of darkness, Gibbs watches the younger man, waiting for his reaction. Silent until the next moment, the older man deliberately keeps his tone calm and soothing when he does speak again, putting the most important question of the moment out there. "Wanna tell me?"
As encouraged as I am by his genuine concern for what I haven't yet told him, I'm also desperately lusting after his touch and in no way willing for anything to get in the way of us pleasuring each other, especially since that was what we came here to do. Talking things over can certainly wait. In fact, talking is very much overrated, especially about the past. Pleasuring this man, however, is a dream waiting to come true and one I have no intention of messing up. Shaking my head, I quietly tell him what I need him to hear the most in this moment. "I'd much rather make love to you."
"Love?" His confusion is clear in the expression on his face.
"I just don't like the less…endearing? Terminology." I explain almost shyly. Now is definitely not the time to have to explain that though and I'm desperately hoping enough has been said to satisfy the man's need for things to be okay enough between us for us to be able to get back into the mood that had brought us both here tonight.
I realize that although the room is dark enough that we can't see each other's face in any detail, I was able to see enough that I witnessed the removal of his mask, his willingness to bare himself to me. To show him I trust him in return for his unspoken statement of honesty as well as his obvious concern for my well-being, I remove my mask as well. Taking a shuddering breath, I nervously release it before I look back at him once more, feeling the heat of his gaze in the dark, now completely naked to him, yet feeling no fear.
Hearing what the younger man is saying, what he's asking for in return, Gibbs scrutinizes him, watching in both respect and awe as the mask is literally shed along with some of the obvious nervousness. Taking it all in, appreciating it for what it signifies, the trust he's being handed, Gibbs answers that by reaching for him again, this time to lock their mouths together again in a soft, sensual dance that has left desperation behind, his hands reaching out to smooth the silky soft hair back from his new lover's face.
His tenderness fills my heart. He's showering me with gentleness in every touch, caress, nip, kiss and movement of his arms and hands, building the ecstatic bliss filling the air between us to nearly overflowing. I know I'm far from quiet in the midst of all this pleasure being poured over me. I'm so enraptured and surrounded by it all, I can't even stop myself from moaning in bliss-filled ecstasy.
They've slid down the bed, having rolled and entangled themselves together as they sought to pleasure each other's touch and kiss. At this point, through the non-stop verbal ecstatic moans that now fill the air around them, Gibbs doesn't know how much longer he can restrain himself from sheathing himself completely within this gentle soul's inner sanctum.
Although his own hardened muscle is throbbing almost painfully, the older man is letting his compassion and tenderness guide this journey and things have become more potent and poignant for his effort. The ecstatically blissful reactions continuously flowing from his new lover's lips have already given testimony to that and continuously amp up his own visceral need and want for him. He's loving every single moment of this uninhibited response to his ministrations.
He's touched, caressed and kissed me everywhere and my body is on fire for more of the same. There's no separating our limbs, we've become so entwined with each other, the most sensuous experience I've ever had. I never imagined being able to experience this kind of encounter with another man, not after…. ok, staying in the present, moans of sheer bliss escape from my lips without filter as my body continuously writhes for more, can't get enough of his touch.
Here in the dark, I want to see his face so badly, but I want him to fill me with his shaft even more. He hasn't done it yet, but damn, I can't wait much longer! I need him inside me! "Take me!" I beg him now, the very last of my inhibitions ripped away with the power of the need overwhelming me, my words escaping as desperate pants of breath. "Need …feel you…inside me! Please!"
Immediately he's ripping open a condom, rolling it over his thick, swollen rod and suddenly, he does just what I've begged him to do – lining himself up and driving himself completely within my extremely tight sheath in one long, strong stroke, bringing a burning discomfort fraught with sparks of ecstatic bliss so overwhelming, it rips a shout of relief from me even as the burn layers itself in the mix. "OH! YES! MORE!" The words are loud in my ears, unknowingly pouring from my own lips. "MORE!"
"So, tight! Feels so good! He moans ecstatically as he repeatedly drills himself into me, withdrawing nearly completely each time before bottoming out again and again and again, hitting my sweet spot every other driving plunge into my depths. It's a bliss I've never experienced before and one I never want to have end, the initial discomfort already a distant memory. "MORE! YES!"
Gibbs is nearly mindless with pleasure overload as his new lover's intense, verbal responses continue to steadily wash over him, the shouts of pleasure, along with the younger man's endless writhing for more, spurring him on. His thrusts into the younger man's tight, warm, hot sheath are still steady and strong and as his mystery man's pending climax becomes obviously closer and closer, it's all the older man can do to hold onto his own.
"OH! AH! Coming! AGHHHHH!" The younger man's shouts of ultimate release fill the air between them, the effective of which hurls Gibbs over the cliff in one the best climaxes of his post married life, his own shout of release is loud, reverberating through the room. "YEEESSSSS!"
Coming down from the heights of ecstasy I've never before experienced is a flying high feeling I will always cherish and never forget. Feeling boneless, yet sated, this treasure of a man securely wraps himself around me and asks nothing more of as we both allow our exhaustion to take us away., one final thought floating through my mind before exhaustion takes me away. This has been the best night of my adult life. One I will treasure forever.
