Guilty Secret, NCIS, Rating NC-17, Tim/Gibbs
Fandom: NCIS
Title: Guilty Secret
Pairing: Tim/Gibbs
Summary: an episode tag to S07E18 Guilty Secrets. How Gibbs feels about the debacle of the Tony/McCadden fling.
Word count: 3000
Rating: NC-17
Kinks: frottage, necking, marking and intimacy
Disclaimer: Not my show, I’m making no money from this
x-posted: my livejournal, ncis_temptation , ncis_puppylove
Guilty Secret
“Hey boss.” Tim greets Gibbs, as Gibbs is waiting for him in their kitchen.
“Tim, you’re home now. You really don’t have to call me boss.” Gibbs sighs, sipping on his almost empty coffee.
“Right, Master.” Tim answers with a glint in his eye making Gibbs choke on his coffee.
“Please, we both know I’m not the master of this relationship.” Gibbs notes a little sadly, surprised to see the way Tim’s face lights up.
“Really?” Tim is beaming so much, Gibbs can’t help but smile even though he doesn’t want to. He outstretches his arms, inviting Tim to sit on his knee. Tim does and Gibbs wraps his arms around his waist, breathing in his scent.
“Really.” Gibbs tells him.
“I guess I did get my hug after all.” Tim smiles. “If you can call this a hug.”
“Do you think DiNozzo could do better?” Gibbs mutters, Tim stands up, to look at him. Gibbs is frowning, almost pouting. It’s confusing and makes Tim pout in turn.
“What do you mean by that?” Tim asks, a little worried. He can tell Gibbs is upset, thinks it has something to do with him.
“Nothing.” Gibbs replies defensively, draining the last of his drink. “I’m gonna put on some more coffee, do you wants some?” Gibbs offers, ignoring the way Tim glares at him. Gibbs refuses to talk, or even look at him, concentrating on the coffee maker instead.
“What’s wrong, L?”
“I hate it when you call me that.” Gibbs grumbles.
“I thought you said you liked it.” Tim frowns, trying to recall.
“I do.” Gibbs admits. “That’s why I hate it.” Tim understands.
“You’re really not the master of this relationship, are you?” Tim brags. Gibbs glares. “So are you going to tell me what’s eating you or do I have to guess? Because I will.” Gibbs knows he will. That’s why he can’t help steal a kiss before asking,
“Is Tony still going out with McFadden?”
“No. Tony dumped him.” Tim says warily.
“So you guys are back together?” Gibbs doesn’t usually resort to asking questions to get answers. Tim doesn’t know what answer Gibbs wants.
“If by that you mean is he ‘back to annoying the hell out of me?’ then yes. But I’ve learned to give as good as I get.” Tim’s eyes narrow as he realises Gibbs isn’t happy with that answer.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that.” Gibbs says sadly.
“What, you’d rather I’d take his bullying and not do anything about it?” Tim is actually hurt by that, it’s taken him so long to realise he doesn’t have to withstand Tony’s abuse-
“That’s not what I mean.” Gibbs interrupts, “What you call bullying, that’s Tony’s way of flirting with you, making sure all your attention is on him. If you push back, he’s gonna start thinking... maybe he has a shot with you.”
“Wait, are you saying Tony has a crush on me?” Tim’s voice rises an octave as he asks that, in disbelief and surprise. Gibbs glares at him, the answer should be obvious but Tim’s green eyes are staring at him horror, almost begging Gibbs to say he’s joking.
“Of course he has a crush on you Timmy.”
“For how long?” Tim squeaks.
“Seven years.” Gibbs admits softly, regretting it as he can see Tim’s mouth opening and closing, his eyes wide as his brain tries to compute this.
“How long have you known?” Tim figures that Gibbs couldn’t have known long, he wouldn’t keep something like this from Tim, he wouldn’t lie to him.
“About seven years.” Gibbs can’t lie to him, the hurt look on Tim’s face making Gibbs regret his decision not to tell Tim sooner. But he had his reasons.
“You knew Tony had a crush on me when you hired me? Is that why you hired me?”
“A part of me hoped you two would date, and he would settle down, gain some focus. But that wasn’t the main reason I hired you.” Gibbs hastens to add. “You were so keen, so hard working, so proud when I promoted you to the field. There are times when I think I took you on just so I could see you smile.” Tim is speechless as Gibbs brushes his thumb over Tim’s lip before kissing him, making Tim melt.
“I can’t stand it,” Gibbs continues. “The way he’s always finding excuses to touch to you, to be close to you, breathing in your air. It’s been driving me crazy, watching and not being able to do a damn thing about it-“
“Apart from cracking him round the back of the head.” Tim reminds him, grinning as Gibbs strokes Tim’s hair, loving the softness of it.
“I mean, not being able to say anything.” Gibbs pulls him into a hug, needing to feel close, needing to absorb Tim’s scent and warmth.
“But you did, to me at least.” Tim soothes him, rubbing his hands in circles on Gibbs’ back, pushing under the fabric of his linen shirt, making Gibbs shudder. “You could have told me about DiNozzo.”
“Ah, hell Timmy. I couldn’t take the risk.” Gibbs holds him tight. “You’re not even gay, McGee.”
“The stuff we did the other night... that was pretty gay.” Tim remarks.
“That’s what I’m saying. Before I had the courage to ask you, you’d never even been with another guy. But I ask and you’re able to look past the grey hair, the age difference, the fact I’m a guy. You’re so sweet, Timmy. Able to fall in love with anybody who loves you back. I couldn’t take the risk you’d fall in love with DiNozzo, and I’d be left alone.”
“Hey, look at me.” Tim urges, tilting Gibbs’ chin up and kissing him. “I love the grey hair. I love you.”
“Only because I told you first.” Gibbs shakes his head. “If DiNozzo had the courage to say something before I did-“
“He didn’t.” Tim assures him. “You did. I’m with you. I love you. I’m faithful to you, I don’t want anybody else.”
“Bed.” Gibbs rasps, his heart racing and his cock throbbing, just from simple words. Just from Tim.
“But the coffee -“
“I don’t want coffee. I want you!” Gibbs insists, making Tim smirk.
“Then lead the way.”
******
As soon as the bedroom door is closed Gibbs has McGee against it, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss. Gibbs has learned that he could happily kiss McGee for ever, loving the feel of McGee’s soft and full lips against his own, the way he always tastes of coffee, the way Tim kisses back, always giving Gibbs what he wants, from slow tender kisses to hot burning passion.
“I think we should get naked.” Tim suggests, gently pushing Gibbs away. Gibbs sighs but agrees. There’s been more than one occasion where he was so lost in Tim’s mouth that he didn’t realise how close he was to the edge, grinding his body against Tim’s, that he’d actually come fully clothed. That really shouldn’t happen in his old age but it wasn’t too embarrassing, the way Tim always looked at him with awe and realisation, it almost made it worth while. “L?”
“That’s probably a good idea.” Gibbs admits, his hands still on Tim’s neck.
“So get naked already!” Tim demands. “Please?” Gibbs laughs, standing aside to let Tim go over to his side of the bed and start stripping. He can tell Tim has had a military upbringing, the way he unfastens his trainers, folds his socks, everything is efficient and neat, until he catches Gibbs staring at him and he fumbles. Gibbs does his best not to smile but he can’t help himself. He finds it endearing the way Tim so graceful and elegant when he thinks nobody is watching, but when he realises he is being watched he becomes an awkward, stuttering, stumbling mess. Tim trips getting out of his trousers. “Er... d...do you mind, erm, turning your back?” Tim stutters.
“Why? It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.” Gibbs comments, leering slightly.
“I know, b-but we’re usually erm, preoccupied by that time and... please, L?” Tim looks at him, green eyes pleading and Gibbs gives in, this time. “And besides, you need to get naked too. The sooner you get undressed, the sooner we can be on the bed making out.”
“That is a good point.” Gibbs smiles, taking off his shoes. “You know, it’s a fantasy of mine. Watching you undress. Maybe you’re a little nervous but that’s okay. Exposing that lovely skin of yours, putting on a show, with you knowing how much I want to touch but I’m not allowed, not until you’re done, not until you tell me.”
“Sorry to disappoint you.” Tim pouts.
“You’re not a disappointment, Tim.” Gibbs assures him. “That’s kind of the point. I want to watch you. But I’ll settle for that making out you mentioned.” Gibbs crawls onto the bed.
“Wow, you’re already naked. That was quick.” Tim remarks, folding his shirt before getting under the covers.
“I have a good incentive.” Gibbs tells him, kissing Tim, pushing the covers aside until they’re all bunched up at the foot of the bed. The kissing, the friction, the sounds Tim makes, it’s so intense that Gibbs has to pull back, whilst he still has the sense to ask. “Can I mark you?”
“What, you mean like, give me a hickey?” Tim pants, breathless, his lips swollen and Gibbs has a hard time trying to focus.
“I’m not a teenager.” Gibbs would blush if he could.
“Well then the animal way of marking your territory is to pee on them and I’m not really into that kind of thing.” Tim says. “Not that I’m against anybody who is... I mean, I know some people are but-“
“The teenage way is fine.” Gibbs interrupts, rolling his eyes. “If it’s fine with you. I just want DiNozzo to, hell, I want the world to know you’re taken.”
“Then do it.” Tim says, his eyes fixed and determined, contrasting the wavering crack of his voice.
“Only if you’re sure.” Gibbs manages to ask, despite the fact the friction of Tim’s hip rubbing against Gibbs’ erection is driving him slowly crazy. Tim nods so Gibbs starts suckling on his neck, gently biting and licking. It doesn’t take much to form a welt but Gibbs finds himself unable to stop, tasting that sweet patch of Tim’s neck which has tempted him for so long. He only does stop when he hears Tim wince. Gibbs has almost drawn blood.
“It’s okay.” Tim assures him, pulling him into another kiss, keeping the rhythm and friction of their bodies going, even as his hand strokes Gibbs’ hair, reassuring him that everything is okay. But Gibbs isn’t satisfied. “L?”
“I want you to mark me.” Gibbs pants. Tim stills.
“You’re talking about coming out.” Tim realises.
“I’m not saying we invite Vance and his family over to dinner, but yeah, I want the team to figure this out. I want them to know Timmy. I’m sick of this being a secret. I want them to realise that I’m the boss, but I’m your lover too.”
“But you’re the boss first, right?” Tim is just checking.
“If I wasn’t I’d be able to kiss you in the bullpen.” Gibbs smirks, kissing Tim’s shoulder, licking the welt that has formed on his neck. “As it is, this will have to be enough.” Gibbs looks at Tim who is deep in thought, processing all this new information, calculating the possible outcomes and worse-case scenarios. They all disappear though when he realises the personal implications.
“You’ve got to tell Abby first thing tomorrow though.” It is Tim’s one and only condition. “If she figures it out before one of us tells her, she will kill me.”
“Why don’t you tell her?” Gibbs suggests, trying so hard to have a normal conversation when all he wants to do is rut against Tim’s body. He settles for stroking Tim’s golden hair instead.
“Because when she realises I’ve been keeping this a secret from her, she’s going to kill me.” Tim insists, slightly worried.
“No she won’t.” Gibbs whispers, kissing his forehead. “I’ll protect you.” He sees Tim’s frown. “You don’t think I will?”
“It’s Abby! There are times I think I’d let her kill me if it made her feel better.” Tim comments. Gibbs resists the urge to growl. “And you’re under her thumb just as much as I am. You threatened to ship me off to Antarctica, just for hugging her one time!”
“Well, I’d have retired there with ya.” Gibbs shrugs, his hand roaming over Tim’s sweat-slicked body. “I was jealous of Abby, not of you. I don’t think you’ve noticed, but I’m kind of a jealous guy when it comes to you.”
“Really?” Tim asks, awed. Gibbs tries to hide his smile in the crook of Tim’s neck. He was right, Tim hadn’t noticed.
“Can we stop talking and can you mark me already? I’m dying over here!” Gibbs pleads.
“I’ve never done this before.” Tim confesses, green eyes wide and uncertain. Gibbs finds himself breathless.
“Good!” He gasps. “Please Timmy.” Tim can see the desperation in Gibbs’ eyes, so he straddle Gibbs’ hips, encouraged by the way Gibbs hisses in pleasure. Tim is still unsure so Gibbs places a hand on the back of Tim’s neck and guides him to his throat where Tim tentatively starts licking. Gibb’s other hand is on Tim’s lower back, pushing him closer. “Harder!” Gibbs orders, so Tim starts sucking on his neck.
Tim’s being so gentle and tender, so loving that Gibbs would find it sweet if it wasn’t driving him so crazy. He can’t help the moans that escape his lips, desperate for more but unable to speak. Panting and gasping and groaning. Time dissolves into sensation, the throbbing of his cock overpowering the throb of his neck so Gibbs pushes down on the back of Tim’s head, urging him to bite, suction and wetness no longer enough.
Tim grows more confident, with Gibbs’ body writhing below him. He found it difficult at first, marking Gibbs’ weathered flesh. Not just physically difficult but emotionally too. Gibbs has so many scars, Tim doesn’t want to add to them, he doesn’t want to hurt Gibbs ever, it’s one of his worst fears. But the way Gibbs is moaning makes Tim realise, this isn’t a scar, this is a trophy. Tim captures a small patch of flesh between his teeth and begins to nibble and suck on it, earning a cry from Gibbs as fluid spreads out and onto both their bodies, almost sticking them together. Tim rolls off of Gibbs and onto his side of the bed, running his hand through Gibbs’ come splattered stomach, careful not to touch his oversensitive and now flaccid cock.
“I’m sor-“
“Don’t apologise.” Tim interrupts. “It’s a sign of weakness.” Gibbs doesn’t get a chance to retort though because Tim is licking the come off of Gibbs’ stomach, licking him clean before tending to himself, rubbing the come into his palm before quickly and efficiently jerking an orgasm out of himself.
Gibbs can feel sleep pull him under but he holds on, just to watch the way Tim pouts in deep concentration, the flushed look on his cheeks, the way his hand is so strong and capable, the quiet gasps Tim forms as he gets closer and closer to the edge, the white come leaking out of his cock and joining with Gibbs’ on Tim’s pale body. Satisfied, Gibbs finally lets himself sleep.
*******
Gibbs wakes up in a Tim-less bed. It’s still dark outside. He stumbles to the bathroom, where Tim is too busy singing in the shower to notice him. Gibbs takes a leak and brushes his teeth before stepping into the shower with Tim.
The water is warm but not hot. Gibbs has had to get used to that as Tim’s skin is so sensitive he can get a heat rash from a simple shower. Gibbs loves Tim’s skin though, the texture, the paleness, which all serve to highlight the red rash on Tim’s neck, coating a visible purple hickey.
Tim lathers up Gibbs’ hair with shampoo, his hands massaging Gibbs’ scalp in such a soothing way it almost sends him to sleep. His eyes are closed when Tim slips out of the shower. Gibbs rinses the soap suds out of his hair and out of his eyes before he can chase Tim.
Tim is already half-dressed, barefoot with no shirt when Gibbs steps out of the shower. It’s clear Tim is getting ready to go to work. Gibbs spoils that plan, wrapping his wet arms around Tim’s waist.
“Come back to bed.” Gibbs asks, nuzzling against the crook of Tim’s neck.
“I have paperwork to do.” Tim dismisses. “And you should shave, you gave me beard rash.” Gibbs feels rejected but he does as Tim asks. “Tony is gonna give me hell for this.” Tim remarks, eyes on the mirror and not on Gibbs.
“No he’s not.” Gibbs insists, soaping up his stubble, cleaning the part of his neck which has Tim’s mark, bright red and distinctly mouth shaped.
“Wow!” Tim gasps. “Did I do that?” Gibbs smirks, almost cutting himself doing so. He finishes shaving, washing the rest of the suds away before turning to face Tim, with a hungry look in his eyes.
“You still so eager to go to work?” Gibbs asks, knowing the answer by Tim’s guilty look.
“Paperwork isn’t going to write itself, L.” Tim replies, a little sadly.
“It’s just paperwork!” Gibbs complains. “It’s not as if it’s a case.” Gibbs’ cellphone rings. He answers it, pulling on a pair of boxer shorts. He hangs up, frowning. “We’ve got a case.”
“That was weird.” Tim remarks, now fully dressed. He reaches for his car keys.
“Hey, wait up.” Gibbs orders. “If you wait a couple of minutes we could ride together.” Gibbs explains. Tim smiles, before nodding.
“But your arm’s better now. There’s no reason why I’d be driving you. People will-“
“There’s a reason why.” Gibbs insists, starring at Tim until it finally dawns on him.
“Sure thing boss.”
FIN