Over the next few weeks Gibbs had made a habit of asking McGee out every Saturday after their date ended. McGee always said yes and they kept getting closer. Their first date was so far the most extravagant but McGee was more than okay with casual settings. He was also free of the guilt that came with expensive outings. There were still a few but no matter how many times McGee offered Gibbs never let him pay for anything. Tonight was going to be a little different.
They had decided that they would order a pizza, drink some beer, and watch some movies. McGee was also hoping that being alone only a few feet from McGee’s bed would convince the man to finally make a move. The gentle kisses were wonderful but there was no other progress. McGee knew that Gibbs wanted to take things slowly so McGee would be comfortable. He was being a gentleman. McGee understood and appreciated the sentiment.
What it came down to though was that McGee was ready, more than ready, and if something didn’t happen soon he could very well die from sexual frustration. That was why he was hoping that tonight would be just what the doctor ordered. A knock came promptly at seven. McGee went to the door and admitted the other man once he was sure that was who had knocked. Gibbs automatically stepped forward, wrapped his arm around McGee’s waist, and kissed him softly before pulling away.
Much to McGee’s joy that had become Gibbs’ standard greeting when they went out. “Hi.” he greeted relishing how his lips still tingled. “The pizza should be here any minute. If you want to go to the living room I’ll bring us some beers.” Gibbs opened his mouth to respond when there was a knock on the door. McGee let his surprise suffuse his features. ‘That was fast.’ Gibbs moved past him toward the kitchen. “Change of plans. You get the pizza. I’ll get the beers.”
McGee paid the pizza man then headed into the living room. He had to shake his head in amused disbelief when he realized the pizza and beers were the first things he ever bought on a date with Gibbs. It was a span of a few seconds that brought him into his living room. Gibbs was already sitting on the coach with his socked feet propped up on the coffee table. There were two beers, two plates, and several napkins on the feet free end of the table. ‘Leave it up to Jethro to go above and beyond what he says he’ll do.’
McGee relinquished the pizza box when Gibbs held up a hand to move it to the end table to his right. Once the other man’s hands were free he gently pulled McGee down to the couch until he was nestled in Gibbs’ left side. A solid arm gently draped around his shoulders to secure him in place. McGee let Gibbs maintain his hold for a few minutes but had to move away to get them settled. McGee grabbed their plates, their beers, and the remote which was currently being consumed by the couch.
After Gibbs handed him his plate now loaded down with three slices of extra cheese and sausage pizza he gladly fell back into the security of Gibbs’ embrace. McGee turned the DVD player on as Gibbs took a massive bite out of his first slice. McGee was almost to the DVD menu when Gibbs was able to speak again. “So what are we watching?” Gibbs had let him pick the movie and after a brief conversation with Tony the decision was made easily.
“The Pirates of the Caribbean.” Gibbs gave an amused smile. He didn’t comment but McGee had the distinct feeling that he remembered that conversation just as clearly as Tony. The beer bottle coming to his lips being the only reason his smile disappeared so quickly. Taking a bite out of his own pizza McGee started the movie. The two hours were gone in no time. Both men having enjoyed the movie immensely. When the menu came back up McGee turned slightly toward Gibbs. “So did you like the movie? Was it worth the wait?”
Gibbs chuckled. “Yeah, it was funnier than I thought it would be.” McGee leaned forward to gather up the leftover mess from their dinner. “Do you have a favorite character?” Gibbs thought for a moment. “Jack Sparrow was funny but if I had to choose it would be Barbossa.” McGee stopped in his movements briefly and released a snort. “Why am I not surprised? Imagine your favorite character being the most sarcastic one in the movie.” McGee caught Gibbs’ smile out of the corner of his eye before Gibbs leaned forward to wrap him in an embrace.
Gibbs’ lips were close to McGee’s ear when he spoke in an amused puff of breath. “Let me guess who your favorite character is.” McGee squirmed playfully to give the illusion of trying to escape. “Okay just try and guess. You’ll never get in a mill…” Gibbs moved a little closer as he interrupted the younger man. “Will Turner.” When McGee didn’t speak Gibbs’ continued. “He was the unwavering hero. He was willing to get the job done no matter the cost but through it all he remained somewhat of an innocent.”
McGee turned his head to meet Gibbs’ steady look. They stayed that way for a moment until McGee playfully narrowed his eyes. “Uncle. I give. You were able to figure it out, but the question that remains is how?” Gibbs smiled. “I know you like to play those online games. Besides people tend to like people who are similar to them in personality. I see a lot of you in Will Turner.” McGee felt a blush burn over his skin. ‘He thinks that that way about me? Really?’ McGee turned away before getting off the couch.
As he walked into the kitchen he mumbled his plans to make them some popcorn, only vaguely hearing Gibbs respond with an ‘okay’. While the popcorn was popping away in the microwave McGee stuck his face in the freezer trying to rid himself of the embarrassing blush. By the time the microwave beeped he had himself more under control. He grabbed a massive bowl and emptied the steaming puffs of cooked corn out of the oily bag and into the new receptacle.
After retrieving two more beers McGee headed back into the living room. Gibbs was in the same spot. He looked thoroughly relaxed and McGee tried not to think about how natural it seemed to have him at his apartment. ‘Don’t get ahead of yourself Tim.’ He went to the couch to hand Gibbs the food items before going to the DVD player. The ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ was put back in its case before McGee picked up the sequel sitting next to it on his entertainment center. The movie loaded as McGee took his former spot at Gibbs’ side.
This time the movie passed more slowly for McGee. It wasn’t that the movie wasn’t enjoyable but he kept focusing on Will Turner. His mind replaying what Gibbs had whispered into his ear. They were joking around at the time but the seriousness in Gibbs’ voice had been obvious. When the movie ended McGee turned off the TV and essentially repeated his previous question. “I liked this just as much. They were both really good.” McGee felt a brief bitter feeling run through him.
“Unfortunately, the latest one isn’t that great.” Gibbs lifted an eyebrow. “Why what happens?” McGee was unsure. “Do you really want to know? You haven’t watched it yet.” Gibbs gave a nod. “If you don’t like it that much I doubt I’ll enjoy it.” McGee conceded and told Gibbs what happens to the characters in the third film. When McGee was done Gibbs just blinked for a moment. “I can see why you hate it. That stinks.” The response was so bland that McGee grinned.
McGee looked down to the table, reaching to clean up, when he felt Gibbs wrap around him again. It felt wonderful, so much so, that McGee leaned back without conscious thought of the movement. Gibbs responded by tightening the embrace. His lips starting to plant kisses at McGee’s hairline. The short hairs at McGee’s nape becoming wet with the gentle kisses. McGee suddenly couldn’t stand it anymore and he pulled away just far enough to face Gibbs.
Not hesitating one instant he leaned in to seal his lips over Gibbs’ own mouth. McGee made sure the kiss was worlds away from the soft kisses of the previous dates. His lips moved urgently against Gibbs. McGee taking care to keep his mouth partially open. His tongue sneaked out to swipe at the solid line of Gibbs’ mouth. The invitation to conqueror couldn’t have been more clear if the message was on a blinking neon billboard.
A rough groan was the only warning McGee got before Gibbs’ tongue shoved its way into his unresisting mouth. A hand was felt at the back of his head an instant later. The grip tightly holding him in place. Gibbs wasted no time and started to map out every crevice of his mouth. His talented tongue tracing McGee’s teeth before wrapping around McGee’s tongue. The kiss was open mouthed and wet. Gibbs’ panted breath fanning in bursts over his lips and chin.
McGee gave a full body shiver as a sob of arousal burst past their joined lips. His hands reached toward Gibbs’ chest. Just managing to shakily touch the top button of his shirt, before Gibbs abruptly pulled away. The action was so sudden that McGee actually swayed. Even so the massive intake of air that Gibbs took as he looked toward the TV again was loud in the previous heated silence. McGee just sat there still breathing heavily as Gibbs finished his beer in two more gulps.
Once it was empty and resting with the other bottles on the coffee table Gibbs stood up. He walked over to the bar stool where he’d draped his coat earlier and put it on quickly. Walking back over to the couch he leaned down slightly to give McGee a quick chaste kiss on the forehead. “Next Saturday? Seven?” McGee just nodded as he was too aroused to even attempt speech.
Gibbs nodded once before turning around and walking out the front door. His car keys already in his hand before he’d stepped out into the building’s hallway. If it wasn’t for the obscene tent to Gibbs’ pants McGee would start to wonder if Gibbs was just leading him on. Although the very idea of Gibbs doing that was absurd. Unless you were a suspect Gibbs was trying to lure into a trap the other man was honest to a fault. Too honest, in fact, for most to be able to handle.
McGee let himself fall face first into the couch cushions. As he lay there with his nose being crushed and his pants pulling too tightly against his erection he tried to think of a solution. An answer wouldn’t come to him but he was determined despite that to find a way to end their frustration. Somehow, some way, he would get Gibbs into bed on their next date.
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It was two more weeks before they were able to go out again. Their last case being time sensitive. It wasn’t the first time it had happened and McGee knew it was necessary to cancel some plans. That thought though still didn’t stop his body from crying out with want anytime Gibbs was close. It had become unbearable. When the case was finally solved McGee had to stop himself from giving a joyous shout when Gibbs rescheduled date night for that Saturday. The rest of the week had gone by glacially. The anticipation causing McGee to not be able to go to sleep most nights without taking himself in hand.
Finally, finally Saturday arrived and McGee checked himself over once more before leaving his apartment. Gibbs had no idea of McGee’s plans so McGee found it ironic that Gibbs had made the task a little easier by offering to make McGee dinner at his house. McGee kept the scrap paper with directions to Gibbs’ house in his pocket so he wouldn’t lose it during the taxi ride. It took some time but eventually McGee arrived in front of the specified address.
He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. The standard tone sounded behind the front door. The sound of feet moving across the floor reached McGee’s ears just before the door opened to reveal Gibbs. The other man was wearing a nice shirt and jeans. ‘Gibbs in jeans. It’s still a little weird.’ McGee smiled and held up a tin baking sheet. “I brought dessert.” Gibbs leaned forward to lift a corner of the tin foil covering the pan. His eyes scoping out the brownies inside.
“They look great. Although you really didn’t have to do that. I bought ice cream.” McGee shrugged it off. “I wanted to. Besides now we can have them both.” Gibbs grinned, took the pan, and stepped to the side. “Anytime you want Tim.” McGee blushed slightly instinctively ducking his head to hide the reaction. His downward gaze caught site of Gibbs’ feet. His actual feet. The appendages for once not covered with shoes or socks. For some reason this caused his body to heat. All McGee could figure was that Gibbs’ feet being exposed in a way made him closer to being naked.
His eyes jerked away from the slender but gangly feet as he shrugged out of his coat. The garment was taken out of his hands almost immediately to be hung on a hook by the door. “Dinner’s almost done. In the meantime you can wait in the living room.” As he spoke Gibbs started to walk to the left down a short hallway that led to another room. This room he quickly identified as the living room when Gibbs indicated with a sweep of his hand to sit on the couch.
“Did you want a drink?” McGee shook his head as he settled on the worn couch. “No thanks. I’ll wait for dinner.” Gibbs turned toward the right heading toward an archway leading into another room. “Alright, just let me know if you change your mind.” Before McGee could even think of a response Gibbs was out of sight. McGee looked around the room as sounds of cooking drifted through the archway. He started to take in his surroundings. The furniture was worn and very Spartan.
The only thing that Gibbs really seemed to own in abundance were books. They were haphazardly stacked all over the room but in a fashion that showed they were in fact read. It was nice to be in the other man’s domain but at the same time McGee felt the desire to liven the place up a bit. The home felt somewhat more like a flop house and not a home. After a few more minutes of looking at the wear marks in the couch McGee couldn’t contain himself another moment and got up to look at the books.
He was looking over the titles on the fireplace mantel when Gibbs returned. “Dinner’s ready.” McGee jumped as the reappearance startled him slightly. With a nod he followed Gibbs into the other room. It turned out that just past the archway was a set of windows with a plain table in front of them. Gibbs grabbed a chair and pulled it out for McGee. He felt a blush rising so he moved quickly to cover the look.
Once he was seated Gibbs disappeared into what McGee believed to be the kitchen. That was confirmed a moment later when Gibbs emerged from the open archway with two plates of food. He set down McGee’s first then placed his own directly across from him at the table. Once that was done he left again only to return with two forks and two beers. He sat down across from McGee a moment later and McGee took that as the hint to start eating.
His plate was loaded down with a piece of beef, broccoli spears in a light coating of butter, and a still tin foiled baked potato. The food looked as delicious as it smelled. McGee started into the beef finding that his other senses correlated with his taste buds. They lost themselves in their dinner and the comfortable silence they could miraculously manage when together. Gibbs finished first but patiently waited until McGee was done before clearing off the table. “Why don’t we eat the dessert in the living room?”
McGee finished off his last sip of beer. “Okay.” Gibbs snagged the empty bottle as he walked by. “I’ll be there in a minute.” McGee automatically stood up. “I can help.” Gibbs just kept going. “I invited you remember. I can handle it.” McGee restrained himself from sighing as he headed back into the living room. It was about ten minutes later when Gibbs walked into the room with two bowls.
Gibbs sat down on the couch as he placed the bowls on the end table to his right. His left arm lifted and McGee moved automatically into his embrace. When they were settled Gibbs handed down a bowl of dessert. Looking into the bowl he saw one sizable chocolate brownie smothered in vanilla bean ice cream. A spoon stabbed in the ice cream was the final touch. McGee dug into the dessert savoring the varying flavors. After a few bites he looked up at Gibbs.
“Do you like the brownies? My grandmother taught me her special recipe years ago.” Gibbs burrowed his spoon into another piece of brownie. “Yes, but you’ll have to take some home with you. I’ll never be able to eat all those by myself.” McGee smiled slightly against the slight pain that shot through his chest. He was hoping that this wouldn’t be a onetime invitation. “Of course.” He looked back down at his dessert and tried to ignore any negative thoughts. ‘These things take time. He just hasn’t gotten comfortable enough yet.’
McGee believed his inner voice but started to wonder if tonight was really the night to be intimate. He let his thoughts wander aimlessly as he finished his dessert. Just as he was wondering what to do with the bowl, the choice was made for him as the bowl was taken away by Gibbs. “What did I say wrong?” McGee’s head jerked up. His eyes focusing on the analyzing gaze of the older man. “I..you..it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Gibbs apparently didn’t accept that answer as his gaze only intensified.
“No Tim. I have problems talking this way. I never know what to say, but I do know that there needs to be communication. I don’t want this to be a repeat of my marriages. So, what’s bothering you?” McGee really didn’t want to tell him but he didn’t want to lie either. Especially since Gibbs could always tell when he was lying anyway. “I was just thinking how I wish I could be invited over again. I understand though that you want your own spa…” Gibbs’ lips felt slick with the remnants of the ice cream.
The kiss was brief but ignited all the fires that McGee was trying to bank. Gibbs pulled away only enough to speak. “I want you to come over again. I want you here as much as possible. You know what, just leave the brownies here. That way I have something to lure you in the house with.” McGee let a shaky breath gust over their lips. “I don’t need the brownies for that.” His patience gone McGee leaned forward again to seal their lips more fully. Gibbs tried to be gentle but McGee would have none of it.
Moving his whole body closer McGee pushed his mouth hard against Gibbs’. His lips opened as his tongue practically pried open the other man’s mouth. It didn’t take long for McGee to get the desired result. Gibbs’ right hand grabbed the back of McGee’s head and held him close as his tongue reclaimed territory. His left arm wrapped around McGee’s middle and held him tightly against Gibbs’ chest. The sound of their kissing sounded wetly in McGee’s ears and he groaned as he moved even closer to Gibbs.
The movement seemed to bring Gibbs back to reality and he started to retreat. McGee acted immediately by desperately pushing his lips harder against Gibbs. When the pressure from the other man didn’t increase McGee pulled back just enough to free his mouth. A panted breath delivered the message he wouldn’t have been able to voice had his eyes not been closed. “Jethro I want to be with you. I want you. I need you.” Gibbs’ lips returned but the kisses were still gentle. They were also fleeting as he pulled away a moment later.
“Are you sure Tim? I don’t want to push anything on you that you might regret.” McGee nodded with his forehead still leaning against Gibbs forehead. “I’m sure. Trust me Jethro. I won’t ever regret this, ever.” The dam of Gibbs’ restraint burst a split second after McGee’s confession and his mouth was devoured almost desperately. Gibbs moved both of his arms around McGee’s waist and hauled the younger man into his lap. McGee groaned loudly as he felt Gibbs’ erection digging into his groin.
McGee started to make a needy noise as he grabbed at Gibbs’ shirt and pulled at the fabric enough to get him to follow his lead. McGee managed to get Gibbs to turn to the left before pulling downward. McGee landed on his back as Gibbs landed on top of him. The weight of the older man’s body easily settling his hips between McGee’s thighs. An almost violent shudder ran through him at the memory of that weight in his fantasies. He had been more accurate then he thought possible.
His hands released their grip to move to the buttons at Gibbs’ collarbone. He had only managed to undo two of them before Gibbs pulled away. He gave a distraught whine low in his throat. ‘Not again.’ Gibbs settled his hands over McGee’s hands in a gentle grip. “Easy, I want more room to move. Let’s continue this upstairs in my bedroom.” McGee shuddered and loosened his thigh’s hold on Gibbs’ hips. The older man stood up and maintaining his grip on one of McGee’s hands he gently pulled the younger man to his feet.
Immediately Gibbs led McGee up the stairs. In a few short minutes the two of them were in the dark bedroom. The door hadn’t even swung completely shut before Gibbs wrapped his arms around McGee and started to walk them over to the bed. His lips playing at McGee’s lips to distract him until they reached their destination. Gibbs pulled them down to the bed when it made contact with the back of his knees. He sat down for only a second before turning so that they fell into the same position they were in on the couch. McGee automatically freed his hand and started in on the shirt buttons again.
This time Gibbs didn’t interfere as his mouth moved downward to plant kisses on McGee’s neck. Gibbs had just found a spot that was making McGee squirm when the younger man finally finished with the buttons. Moving both hands to Gibbs’ shoulders he pushed the fabric down and off to toss to the floor. The white undershirt was easier to remove and with a quick yank McGee was finally able to run his hands over Gibbs’ uncovered chest. The skin was soft but had hard edges.
Even now Gibbs was in shape and it showed in every dip of muscle. The skin was tanned with a light spattering of freckles. McGee had a feeling it would be even more noticeable if the room was lit with anything stronger then moonlight. He let his hands run gently up and down Gibbs’ torso. His fingertips playing through the somewhat thick hair around his mid chest. The fingertips traced the fine line of hair leading down into Gibbs’ pants before coming back up to play lightly at the flat brown nipples.
The light touch caused Gibbs to release the now marked skin of McGee’s neck and bury his face against McGee’s collarbone. McGee kept the touch light before releasing the now stimulated flesh to settle at Gibbs’ waist. He kept himself still for a second before starting to undo Gibbs’ pants. Gibbs leaned up at this and reached down with one hand to pull up McGee’s shirt. When the fabric was under McGee’s armpits Gibbs prodded him until he could maneuver McGee out of the shirt. Gibbs’ callused hands immediately started to move over his chest in broad petting sweeps.
McGee felt a little embarrassed at how out of shape he was so avoided thinking about it by concentrating on getting Gibbs’ out of his pants. They were open now the boxers the only barrier between McGee and Gibbs’ groin. He was just starting for the boxer’s elastic band when Gibbs pushed his hips down against McGee’s. The movement dislodged McGee’s hand and he hissed a second later when Gibbs’ rubbed their groins together. McGee tried to get his thoughts in order enough to try again but all thought fled as Gibbs started to rub against him in slow pushes.
McGee gripped at the sheets as the pressure against his groin combined with the sensation of fabric rubbing against his arousal. The slow sensuous rhythm continued until McGee was biting his lip trying to contain his moans. Then without warning the pressure was gone. McGee pried open his eyes to see Gibbs kneeling between his legs. His shirtless chest was glimmering slightly with sweat, and his pants were open to reveal a cotton covered straining erection. He was just watching McGee and he became slightly nervous. ‘Was something wrong? Had he changed his mind?’
McGee was just about to voice his concerns when Gibbs leaned forward and unbuttoned McGee’s pants. The movement was impatient and in no time he had managed to yank the pants off completely. Without preamble Gibbs grabbed McGee’s briefs and they went the way of the pants. Gibbs stopped again just looking for a moment before lifting his hands and letting them skim lightly over McGee’s inner thighs. McGee didn’t move just let Gibbs explore without interruption.
Finally after a few stokes that were driving him mad Gibbs pulled away to stand next to the bed. The older man didn’t take his eyes off McGee as he pushed down his own pants slowly then did the same with his boxers. McGee took in his erection and couldn’t help but lick his suddenly dry lips. He was average in length but was very thick. McGee could feel his passage contract in want. It would be uncomfortable to move around the next few days but would no doubt be worth the discomfort.
Gibbs leaned toward the night stand to withdraw a condom and bottle of lubricant. The rip of the condom package sounded overly loud as Gibbs opened the wrapper. The small circle of rubber was removed and McGee watched enthralled as Gibbs pulled it over his arousal. The wrapper was tossed to the floor forgotten as Gibbs moved back over to the bed. Regaining his previous position he took to once more caressing McGee’s thighs. When he stopped again and McGee heard the pop of the lubricant’s cap he suddenly became nervous.
Gibbs moved a little closer but stopped all movement when McGee placed a hand on his arm. “Wait. I..want this but…It’s well. I’ve been with men before just not with everything. Can you just take it slow?” Gibbs smiled softly before leaning over him to kiss him on the cheek. “You’ve got it.” McGee relaxed a little more. He knew that Gibbs would never hurt him on purpose but something could happen by accident without all of the facts. The cold liquid caused him to jump when it was spread around his entrance. A soothing hand landed on his thigh as two fingers spread around the slippery liquid.
The hand on his thigh made random patterns before dipping into the underside of his knee cap. At the same time the circling morphed in a little massing motion. Just when he thought he was going to lose it from the minimal sensations a finger pushed into his body. It entered in a slow steady push. When he clamped down it stopped but continued forward at the first release of the tension. It felt odd and uncomfortable. The hand on his thigh was a welcome distraction.
The finger started to move but McGee ignored it in favor of focusing on the stroking of Gibbs’ other hand. A second finger joined the first as McGee tried to breathe through the push. Once it was inside he could feel himself tensing even more at the stretching Gibbs was attempting. McGee was almost ready to give up. To just tell Gibbs to get it over with and he would bear with it for his sake. He could always climax afterward with Gibbs’ touch. He was distracted in his thinking and so gave a shout when a bolt of pleasure sizzled through all of his nerve endings.
He lifted wide eyes to Gibbs’ as the fingers rubbed over that spot again. He took in Gibbs’ smirk as his body tensed again only this time in a good way. It only took a few more strokes of the fingers before McGee was pushing back on the digits. It wasn’t enough and even though it was uncomfortable he almost sobbed in relief as a third finger pushed inside. He felt his body relaxing even more around the invasion. His thighs parted further to give the other man room and he could barely contain himself from touching his arousal.
The pleasurable torment continued for some time until suddenly the hand withdrew. McGee looked up in confusion only to gulp as he saw Gibbs slather a copious amount of lubricant onto his own erection. After Gibbs moved closer his hips were gripped by the hard hands as the tip of Gibbs’ erection started to push into his body. McGee turned his head to the side trying to relax as the pressure increased against his body. It didn’t really hurt but was much more uncomfortable then just his fingers. He could feel the head push past the entrance to his body and let out a shaky breath. It felt so tight. McGee started to doubt that Gibbs would fit fully inside of him.
McGee took in a breath as Gibbs pushed forward again his toes curling into the sheets. Against his will his body seized up and clamped down around Gibbs’ member. He heard the other man moan as he stopped moving again. McGee panted out until he finally relaxed again only to feel Gibbs pushed forward once more. After what felt like an eternity Gibbs finally stopped as he buried himself to the hilt. Gibbs stopped moving again and released one of McGee’s hips to lean against the pillow at the back of McGee’s turned head. “You’re so tight. You feel wonderful Tim.”
McGee could feel himself blush crimson at the compliment. He turned more into the pillow trying to hide the reaction. He didn’t even bother to try to respond verbally as he continued to pant heavily. Gibbs started up a gentle rocking motion similar to the one earlier. McGee tried to relax as he took in Gibbs’ groan. Although he was still uncomfortable that helped to ease some of his tension. ‘If Gibbs is enjoying himself that makes any discomfort worth it.’ Gibbs maintained the rocking until McGee finally started to relax into the rhythm.
It was only then that Gibbs pulled out slightly to push back in. McGee released a small grunt at the motion. He already felt split in two and now it felt as though his insides were being dragged out by the motion. Still McGee didn’t complain when the small thrusts came again. It was only after about the fourth one that McGee was getting ready to ask Gibbs to stop. It was just too uncomfortable. He felt like a complete failure, but maybe if they tried another position. McGee was just opening his mouth to speak when Gibbs changed his angle and he felt a shriek escape as his body jerked.
Gibbs had struck the same place he had rubbed his fingers with and McGee thought he was going to black out from the pleasure. “There it is. You were too tense to get to it earlier.” The gruff voice barley registered as he tightened his legs around Gibbs’ hips. The hand on his hip tightened as Gibbs thrust against that spot continuously. It didn’t take long before McGee was a writhing incoherent mess. He couldn’t speak. The only sounds escaping him were aroused sobs. His hands gripped Gibbs’ upper arms in a desperate grip as his hips pushed up against Gibbs’ in an uneven rhythm.
It was only at this point that Gibbs intentionally missed the spot that turned McGee’s limbs to jello. A few strokes without the spot being stimulated and Gibbs hit it again. There was no set pattern and McGee truly wondered if he would survive his first sexual encounter with Gibbs. His only consolation was that he knew that he alone wasn’t affected. Even over his own loud cries Gibbs’ own moans and cries of pleasure filtered to his ears. He could tell that Gibbs was silent for the most part but even he was feeling the denial of release at this point.
McGee let go of Gibbs’ arms and wrapped his hands around the wood designs carved into Gibbs’ headboard. With the new leverage he pushed his hips even more against Gibbs. He felt like he was pushing into a brick wall, but he couldn’t help himself anymore. If the effort wasn’t even felt by Gibbs at least he was doing something. Gibbs released his other hip as the hold became too slippery to maintain and gripped the bed on the opposite side of his other hand.
The hands fisting into the bedding was the only warning McGee got as Gibbs slammed into his body. Another scream rent the air as McGee held on pushing this time against the headboard so that his body wouldn’t be pushed into it. The hard thrusts continued as the sound of the bed squeaking mingled with the sounds of their pleasure. Gibbs changed his angle once more and practically ground McGee’s hips into the mattress. The increased pressure caused Gibbs’ abdomen to rub against McGee’s erection. That coupled with the way the angle caused his legs to spread even wider was more than enough to bring him over the edge.
A hoarse scream escaped as his hips jerked in their immobilized position releasing his semen in a long pulse that coated both of their lower halves. Gibbs released a long moan at the feeling but didn’t slow down in his thrusting. McGee’s scream morphed into a loud sobbing even as he continued to come. Gibbs gave a pained groan, his movement desperate, as though he’d become too aroused to finish. Even in his daze McGee felt that desperation, and following his instincts he clamped down on the turgid erection.
He looked at Gibbs’ face as he finally orgasmed. He was still releasing small sobs as his own body was just starting to shudder in the aftermath of his orgasm. All of that was just white noise though as he took in Gibbs’ expression. The hard planes were thrown into even sharper relief with the tension in the other man’s body. His eyes were closed as a shout escaped the partially open mouth. The muscles of his body were strained as he held stock still. A few jerks being the only thing that caused any movement.
It wasn’t until he was getting toward the end of his release that the muscles released their tension and he started to thrust again in gentle movements. His head fell back as he lazily let himself finish in McGee’s body. A groan from McGee’s lips at the start of the movement causing him to go a little faster until he was finally done. Gibbs opened his eyes at this point and looked down at McGee’s still flushed face. Gibbs didn’t bother with words as he leaned down and softly kissed McGee.
The kissing continued for a few moments before McGee released his grip on the headboard to wrap his arms around Gibbs. The digits giving him trouble unwrapping due to the tension they had been put under. The kissing continued lazily until Gibbs pulled away and then very gently pulled out of McGee’s body. Once he had pulled out he removed the condom, threw it somewhere out of McGee’s line of sight, and then spooned up behind McGee.
A hand moved away from his waist to grab at the sheet and cover them up. A corner of the sheet being used to wipe McGee’s body free of his release. “We can get a shower in the morning.” McGee was more than okay with that plan. He gave a nod in agreement. He really didn’t trust his voice just yet. He had no doubt that it was raw from his cries. Settling down in the bed he took in the state of things.
Their clothes were scattered about the room, the bed sheets were bunched up in odd places, a lone pillow had found its way onto the floor, and they were both sticky. All in all it should probably bother him, but he couldn’t remember ever being more comfortable. That happy thought followed him into slumber.
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He walked into the meeting place. The other was there already and greeted him with a nod. He reciprocated but felt a little annoyed. The other was always early. He didn’t know yet that that would not impress the elders. They didn’t have long to wait though as the elders joined them. “What is your progress with the selected females?” They were always right to the point. At least it made the meetings short.
The other answered first. His motivation was no doubt the need to impress his leaders. “I’ve already been able to complete that phase of my mission.” The elders all nodded in approval. “Very good. Now you can start the second phase.” The other looked just as confused as he felt but he knew the other would not question their orders. So again he was the one to speak. “I’m sorry revered ones.” He had to fight not to roll his eyes, but it was their custom to call them thus.
“We are not yet at the four month mark. Normally phase two is after we are settled. Do we really have so little time?” The elders pretended to be patient. “I’m afraid that is the case. They are closer then we believed. It is imperative that phase two be started right after phase one is completed.” The elders now focused their attention on him. “You have yet to report on your progress.” He steeled himself for a rebuttal.
“I have yet to complete phase one.” The elders were clearly displeased. A rare show of expression showing just how much. “Why do you hesitate? Time is limited.” He felt no guilt. He was still within the time parameters. It’s not his fault they shortened their deadline. “It will be done. I believed that I had a few more weeks yet to settle into this life. Now that I know that is not the case I will proceed with finishing the first phase.”
The elders were still not pleased but he could care less. He was doing his job. It’s not his fault if they couldn’t do theirs. “You are dismissed.” With barely a nod he turned to leave. His patience with them was too thin to delay and in truth he had a mission to complete.
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