Paradox of Love 16/17
Finally on their last morning there, Gibbs was the first one awake. Smiling to himself, he stealthily shifted around and raised up on one arm to watch the other two men sleep in the predawn light. Tim was in the middle, facing him, while Tony was spooned up against Tim. Both men looked so peaceful and content it almost took his breath away.
Tony spoke without ever opening his eyes, his voice just above a whisper as to not wake Tim. "I can hear you thinking, Jethro. It's still early, go back to sleep."
"Just enjoying the view."
Tony did open his eyes at that and gave Gibbs a lazy smile. His top arm was draped over Tim, his fingers tangled with one of Tim's hands. As they watched, Tim's other hand slid over to take Gibbs' closest hand, effectively pulling him back down onto the bed. Once Gibbs was back laying on his side facing them, Tim pulled his hand closer, tucking it under his cheek.
Gibbs watched him closely, but there was not even a change in his breathing pattern as he moved and then settled back in, his cheek warm against the palm of Gibbs' hand. "He wasn't awake?"
"Nope." Tony smiled as he enjoyed Tim's warm body against his. "It always takes a few nights before he relaxes enough to sleep this soundly, but usually by then it's time to start heading back to DC."
The answer had actually raised more questions, but Gibbs wasn't going to break the quiet mood by pushing. Instead, he reached over to lay his other hand on Tony's arm so that he was touching both of his boys and drifted back off to sleep.
---NCIS---
The next time Gibbs woke up it was definitely light out and he wasn't the only one waking up. He watched as Tony playfully poked at Tim.
"I'm awake." Tim turned his head enough to kiss the palm under his cheek before turning back to kiss Tony. "This was a good weekend, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, it was, babe." Tony whispered while Gibbs just nodded, becoming overwhelmed by the gift he'd been given. Tim gave Tony a long look, the two of them obviously having a silent conversation, before turning back to Gibbs.
"There's one thing we haven't done yet that I want."
It took Gibbs just a second to realize what Tim was asking for and was instantly worried. "Are you sure? I don't want to risk hurting you or even reminding you..."
Tim pressed his fingertips against Jethro's lips, stilling them. "I'm sure."
Carefully studying Tim's face, he saw no fear and Tony was nodding his own approval, but Gibbs still needed to put his own restrictions in place to be safe. "Okay, but I want you to ride me so you're the one in control, all right?"
"Okay."
They each took a quick turn in the bathroom before meeting up again on the bed. They settled with Tim in the middle as both Tony and Jethro began kissing and touching him. Like they had done the first time Tony had taken Tim, Tony and Jethro took turns preparing him, this time not letting him climax.
By the time they'd worked up to three of Jethro's fingers in Tim's ass the younger man was practically growling at them. Tony bent down and playfully nipped at his ear. "I think Timmy's ready for you."
"Damn straight I am."
"Oh, there's nothing straight about us anymore, hasn't been for a while now." Tony waggled his eyebrows at Tim before rolling a condom onto Jethro.
Tim laughed as he climbed onto Jethro. "I guess you're right about that." Then he turned serious as he raised up and Tony helped guide him onto Jethro's dick. Tim stilled, getting used to it, and Tony stayed right in back of him.
It was unspoken between Tony and Gibbs that at the slightest suggestion of fear or panic from Tim, Tony would lift him back up, ending the scene.
Tim, however, seemed all right with what they were doing. Gibbs raised his hands up, allowing Tim to lace their fingers together for support while Tony continued to kneel behind Tim, kissing him and running his fingers up and down Tim's body.
It would have been easy, so very easy to slam up into the warm body that surrounded his manhood, but Gibbs let Tim set the pace, even if it was maddeningly slow. He took it all in, the velvety heat around his dick, the fingers laced with his. Above him, Tim never broke eye contact and neither did Tony, his chin resting on Tim's shoulder as his fingers pinched and rolled Tim's nipples, giving Gibbs a show. He couldn't see for sure, but Gibbs was pretty sure Tony's cock was sliding back and forth against Tim's ass as he felt a few nudges when they rocked together.
Tony knew that despite everything they'd done together that weekend, this was the final test. No matter how thrilled he was, if Tim struggled in any way, he'd end it and they'd be packing for Greece. He stroked his fingers up and down Tim's body, up to lightly tug at his nipples and then down to roll Tim's balls in his hand while his dick left a moist trail in the cleavage of Tim's ass.
"So good, so good." Tim finally let his head drop back onto Tony's shoulder, baring his throat. Tony was still looking directly at Gibbs as he ran his teeth down the side of Tim's neck before sucking a mark on the base of his throat.
Gibbs hissed as he watched them. Tim tightened his grip on one of Gibbs' hands while letting go of the other. With his free hand Tim reached up to wrap his arm around Tony's neck pulling him even tighter before looking back down at Gibbs with a sultry smile.
Watching his two younger lovers undulating against each other as they smiled at him was almost Gibbs' undoing. "My boys."
Tim started to pick up speed, his eyes closing as his focus shifted inward. Gibbs knew it wouldn't last much longer and he let himself feel every sensation. He was close, very close, and when Tim cried out and his body clamped down on Jethro's, he followed right behind.
Sagging in the aftermath, Tim started to shake. Tony eased him down, Jethro rolling to his side as they tucked him between them. Tim was hanging onto both of them tightly as Tony whispered reassurances and Gibbs watched and worried.
"That's it, babe. We've got you."
When Tim gave a nod, Gibbs leaned forward a few inches to rest his forehead against Tim's. "That's the way it's going to be from now on. No hurting each other. Just love, support and pleasure."
"I know."
Gibbs understood because in a way he was feeling the same way. He touched Tim's head, then his chest. "You knew up here, but now you know down here."
Tim nodded, relief and guilt warring in his mind. Before he could admit it or say the "s" word, Gibbs pressed a finger against Tim's lips.
"You were the one that was hurt, Tim. No matter how much we talked about what happened, this was a big step. Thank you for trusting me." Gibbs leaned back enough that he could look at both of them. "Thank you both for loving me."
---NCIS---
They'd spent another hour in bed, touching and caressing each other before hunger finally drove them to get up. They hadn't really discussed it, but the unspoken agreement was that they'd all go into town for breakfast and from there, Gibbs would head home and allow Tony and Tim some time alone to process the weekend before they faced work and life the following morning in DC.
Just before noon, Gibbs pulled his truck in next to the rented Jeep in a small parking lot and followed the two men into what apparently was a diner, even though the outside would have normally left Gibbs in doubt. However, since Tony and Tim seemed to be looking forward to a late breakfast, he wasn't too worried.
He was introduced to a tiny, white-haired dynamo named Betty, who reminded Gibbs of his own grandmother and her husband, Gary, that ran the kitchen just like he was still in charge of the mess hall at Camp Lejeune. The coffee was just like Gibbs had learned to like it in the Corps - hot, strong and black. He'd raised an eyebrow when Tony had helped himself to a pot and a stack of cups, but Betty didn't bat an eye.
Just like himself at his own diner back home, Tim and Tony didn't need a menu to know what they wanted. Gibbs almost ordered his usual fried eggs with bacon and hash browns when another item caught his eye. It was the lumberjack special featuring biscuits and gravy. Betty grinned when he ordered it. "You want the lumberjack size or the smaller city boys size?"
Gibbs was actually hungry that morning, had rediscovered his appetite for many things over the last few days. "I'll take the lumberjack size."
"Hungry boy this morning?"
Gibbs looked over at Tony and Tim, who were sitting across from him with shocked expressions on their faces. "Yeah, I worked up an appetite this weekend. Got used to eating good food, too."
Both the boys grinned at that and Tim looked like he was going to say something, but Tony nudged him into silence.
They kept to publicly safe topics such as football while they waited for the food. Gibbs knew that Tony loved the game, but he was surprised at how knowledgeable Tim was on the subject. Just as a lively discussion on the merits of the Eagles vs the Washington Redskins was starting, Betty arrived back with two huge plates which she set in front of Tim and Tony before smiling at Gibbs.
"I'll be back with yours in a minute, hon."
Gibbs took in the food, which looked really good. "Lumberjack size?"
Tim was already sprinkling pepper on his potatoes. "Nope, Tony and I always get the city boy version."
"That's the city boy size?" Before Gibbs could wrap his mind around that, Betty arrived back with a platter that needed both of her hands to carry. Gibbs' eyes went wide and Tony reached over to move his coffee and silverware out of the way.
Three large biscuits, golden brown and buttery, were split and covered with country gravy filled with sausage. The gravy, with a little less sausage, continued on to cover a large chicken fried steak. As if that wasn't enough meat, there were several thick slices of bacon next to the pile of scrambled eggs and two fat links of sausage wedged in by the potatoes.
"Got enough to eat there, Jethro?" Tony smirked as he and Tim started their usual cutting and swapping. Gibbs got into the act, too, and soon all of them had at least a bite or two of everything on the table.
"We're hitting the gym on Monday."
Breaded and fried meat usually wasn't on Tim's personal menu, but he enjoyed the gravy coated chunk of chicken fried steak he'd acquired. "They do have doggie bags, and if Tony has to roll you out to your truck, I'm taking pictures."
A bold joke like that would have never come from McGee a week ago and Gibbs laughed as he nodded, appreciating that fact as much as the joke itself. "I'll keep that in mind." Duly warned, Gibbs ate his fill according to what would reheat the best and what needed to be eaten now. Being refrigerated and then nuked would leave the eggs rubbery and the breaded steak soggy so those were eaten first, while most of the potatoes, bacon, sausages and the last two biscuits and gravy would make a fine meal at home.
The boys managed to finish theirs and Betty kept a straight face as she brought a to-go box for Gibbs and filled his thermos with the rest of the coffee. After they settled up and left a nice tip, the three of them went back outside. Gibbs almost hated to leave, but he knew they had some serious decisions to make and he felt they had the right to make them without pressure from him.
Setting the food inside the cab, he pulled both men into a joint hug. "No matter what you two decide or whatever happens, I'll cherish these last few days for the rest of my life. I'll see you both on Monday." Pulling back, he ran his hands down both their cheeks before turning away.
---NCIS---
Gibbs kept one eye on the rear view mirror until he couldn't see them anymore, then drove for another ten miles for good measure before he pulled over. Anybody driving by would see him pouring a cup of coffee from his thermos, but he was in deep thought. He'd arrived planning on some frank discussion and possibly some good sex. Now the idea of stepping back into his previously wanted lonely life made him ache. In his head he knew nothing was causing a problem, but he wouldn't fully relax until he saw them sitting at their desks Monday with not a transfer paper in sight.
---NCIS---
Tony kept Tim tucked close to him as they watched the old, familiar pick up truck disappear down the road. Once Gibbs was out of sight, Tony gave Tim a squeeze and a kiss on the forehead. "You ready?"
Tim huffed and shook his head. "You know, until Jethro said anything, I'd totally forgotten Greece was still on the table."
"Yeah, let's go talk about it. We've got some decisions to make."
Tony spoke without ever opening his eyes, his voice just above a whisper as to not wake Tim. "I can hear you thinking, Jethro. It's still early, go back to sleep."
"Just enjoying the view."
Tony did open his eyes at that and gave Gibbs a lazy smile. His top arm was draped over Tim, his fingers tangled with one of Tim's hands. As they watched, Tim's other hand slid over to take Gibbs' closest hand, effectively pulling him back down onto the bed. Once Gibbs was back laying on his side facing them, Tim pulled his hand closer, tucking it under his cheek.
Gibbs watched him closely, but there was not even a change in his breathing pattern as he moved and then settled back in, his cheek warm against the palm of Gibbs' hand. "He wasn't awake?"
"Nope." Tony smiled as he enjoyed Tim's warm body against his. "It always takes a few nights before he relaxes enough to sleep this soundly, but usually by then it's time to start heading back to DC."
The answer had actually raised more questions, but Gibbs wasn't going to break the quiet mood by pushing. Instead, he reached over to lay his other hand on Tony's arm so that he was touching both of his boys and drifted back off to sleep.
---NCIS---
The next time Gibbs woke up it was definitely light out and he wasn't the only one waking up. He watched as Tony playfully poked at Tim.
"I'm awake." Tim turned his head enough to kiss the palm under his cheek before turning back to kiss Tony. "This was a good weekend, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, it was, babe." Tony whispered while Gibbs just nodded, becoming overwhelmed by the gift he'd been given. Tim gave Tony a long look, the two of them obviously having a silent conversation, before turning back to Gibbs.
"There's one thing we haven't done yet that I want."
It took Gibbs just a second to realize what Tim was asking for and was instantly worried. "Are you sure? I don't want to risk hurting you or even reminding you..."
Tim pressed his fingertips against Jethro's lips, stilling them. "I'm sure."
Carefully studying Tim's face, he saw no fear and Tony was nodding his own approval, but Gibbs still needed to put his own restrictions in place to be safe. "Okay, but I want you to ride me so you're the one in control, all right?"
"Okay."
They each took a quick turn in the bathroom before meeting up again on the bed. They settled with Tim in the middle as both Tony and Jethro began kissing and touching him. Like they had done the first time Tony had taken Tim, Tony and Jethro took turns preparing him, this time not letting him climax.
By the time they'd worked up to three of Jethro's fingers in Tim's ass the younger man was practically growling at them. Tony bent down and playfully nipped at his ear. "I think Timmy's ready for you."
"Damn straight I am."
"Oh, there's nothing straight about us anymore, hasn't been for a while now." Tony waggled his eyebrows at Tim before rolling a condom onto Jethro.
Tim laughed as he climbed onto Jethro. "I guess you're right about that." Then he turned serious as he raised up and Tony helped guide him onto Jethro's dick. Tim stilled, getting used to it, and Tony stayed right in back of him.
It was unspoken between Tony and Gibbs that at the slightest suggestion of fear or panic from Tim, Tony would lift him back up, ending the scene.
Tim, however, seemed all right with what they were doing. Gibbs raised his hands up, allowing Tim to lace their fingers together for support while Tony continued to kneel behind Tim, kissing him and running his fingers up and down Tim's body.
It would have been easy, so very easy to slam up into the warm body that surrounded his manhood, but Gibbs let Tim set the pace, even if it was maddeningly slow. He took it all in, the velvety heat around his dick, the fingers laced with his. Above him, Tim never broke eye contact and neither did Tony, his chin resting on Tim's shoulder as his fingers pinched and rolled Tim's nipples, giving Gibbs a show. He couldn't see for sure, but Gibbs was pretty sure Tony's cock was sliding back and forth against Tim's ass as he felt a few nudges when they rocked together.
Tony knew that despite everything they'd done together that weekend, this was the final test. No matter how thrilled he was, if Tim struggled in any way, he'd end it and they'd be packing for Greece. He stroked his fingers up and down Tim's body, up to lightly tug at his nipples and then down to roll Tim's balls in his hand while his dick left a moist trail in the cleavage of Tim's ass.
"So good, so good." Tim finally let his head drop back onto Tony's shoulder, baring his throat. Tony was still looking directly at Gibbs as he ran his teeth down the side of Tim's neck before sucking a mark on the base of his throat.
Gibbs hissed as he watched them. Tim tightened his grip on one of Gibbs' hands while letting go of the other. With his free hand Tim reached up to wrap his arm around Tony's neck pulling him even tighter before looking back down at Gibbs with a sultry smile.
Watching his two younger lovers undulating against each other as they smiled at him was almost Gibbs' undoing. "My boys."
Tim started to pick up speed, his eyes closing as his focus shifted inward. Gibbs knew it wouldn't last much longer and he let himself feel every sensation. He was close, very close, and when Tim cried out and his body clamped down on Jethro's, he followed right behind.
Sagging in the aftermath, Tim started to shake. Tony eased him down, Jethro rolling to his side as they tucked him between them. Tim was hanging onto both of them tightly as Tony whispered reassurances and Gibbs watched and worried.
"That's it, babe. We've got you."
When Tim gave a nod, Gibbs leaned forward a few inches to rest his forehead against Tim's. "That's the way it's going to be from now on. No hurting each other. Just love, support and pleasure."
"I know."
Gibbs understood because in a way he was feeling the same way. He touched Tim's head, then his chest. "You knew up here, but now you know down here."
Tim nodded, relief and guilt warring in his mind. Before he could admit it or say the "s" word, Gibbs pressed a finger against Tim's lips.
"You were the one that was hurt, Tim. No matter how much we talked about what happened, this was a big step. Thank you for trusting me." Gibbs leaned back enough that he could look at both of them. "Thank you both for loving me."
---NCIS---
They'd spent another hour in bed, touching and caressing each other before hunger finally drove them to get up. They hadn't really discussed it, but the unspoken agreement was that they'd all go into town for breakfast and from there, Gibbs would head home and allow Tony and Tim some time alone to process the weekend before they faced work and life the following morning in DC.
Just before noon, Gibbs pulled his truck in next to the rented Jeep in a small parking lot and followed the two men into what apparently was a diner, even though the outside would have normally left Gibbs in doubt. However, since Tony and Tim seemed to be looking forward to a late breakfast, he wasn't too worried.
He was introduced to a tiny, white-haired dynamo named Betty, who reminded Gibbs of his own grandmother and her husband, Gary, that ran the kitchen just like he was still in charge of the mess hall at Camp Lejeune. The coffee was just like Gibbs had learned to like it in the Corps - hot, strong and black. He'd raised an eyebrow when Tony had helped himself to a pot and a stack of cups, but Betty didn't bat an eye.
Just like himself at his own diner back home, Tim and Tony didn't need a menu to know what they wanted. Gibbs almost ordered his usual fried eggs with bacon and hash browns when another item caught his eye. It was the lumberjack special featuring biscuits and gravy. Betty grinned when he ordered it. "You want the lumberjack size or the smaller city boys size?"
Gibbs was actually hungry that morning, had rediscovered his appetite for many things over the last few days. "I'll take the lumberjack size."
"Hungry boy this morning?"
Gibbs looked over at Tony and Tim, who were sitting across from him with shocked expressions on their faces. "Yeah, I worked up an appetite this weekend. Got used to eating good food, too."
Both the boys grinned at that and Tim looked like he was going to say something, but Tony nudged him into silence.
They kept to publicly safe topics such as football while they waited for the food. Gibbs knew that Tony loved the game, but he was surprised at how knowledgeable Tim was on the subject. Just as a lively discussion on the merits of the Eagles vs the Washington Redskins was starting, Betty arrived back with two huge plates which she set in front of Tim and Tony before smiling at Gibbs.
"I'll be back with yours in a minute, hon."
Gibbs took in the food, which looked really good. "Lumberjack size?"
Tim was already sprinkling pepper on his potatoes. "Nope, Tony and I always get the city boy version."
"That's the city boy size?" Before Gibbs could wrap his mind around that, Betty arrived back with a platter that needed both of her hands to carry. Gibbs' eyes went wide and Tony reached over to move his coffee and silverware out of the way.
Three large biscuits, golden brown and buttery, were split and covered with country gravy filled with sausage. The gravy, with a little less sausage, continued on to cover a large chicken fried steak. As if that wasn't enough meat, there were several thick slices of bacon next to the pile of scrambled eggs and two fat links of sausage wedged in by the potatoes.
"Got enough to eat there, Jethro?" Tony smirked as he and Tim started their usual cutting and swapping. Gibbs got into the act, too, and soon all of them had at least a bite or two of everything on the table.
"We're hitting the gym on Monday."
Breaded and fried meat usually wasn't on Tim's personal menu, but he enjoyed the gravy coated chunk of chicken fried steak he'd acquired. "They do have doggie bags, and if Tony has to roll you out to your truck, I'm taking pictures."
A bold joke like that would have never come from McGee a week ago and Gibbs laughed as he nodded, appreciating that fact as much as the joke itself. "I'll keep that in mind." Duly warned, Gibbs ate his fill according to what would reheat the best and what needed to be eaten now. Being refrigerated and then nuked would leave the eggs rubbery and the breaded steak soggy so those were eaten first, while most of the potatoes, bacon, sausages and the last two biscuits and gravy would make a fine meal at home.
The boys managed to finish theirs and Betty kept a straight face as she brought a to-go box for Gibbs and filled his thermos with the rest of the coffee. After they settled up and left a nice tip, the three of them went back outside. Gibbs almost hated to leave, but he knew they had some serious decisions to make and he felt they had the right to make them without pressure from him.
Setting the food inside the cab, he pulled both men into a joint hug. "No matter what you two decide or whatever happens, I'll cherish these last few days for the rest of my life. I'll see you both on Monday." Pulling back, he ran his hands down both their cheeks before turning away.
---NCIS---
Gibbs kept one eye on the rear view mirror until he couldn't see them anymore, then drove for another ten miles for good measure before he pulled over. Anybody driving by would see him pouring a cup of coffee from his thermos, but he was in deep thought. He'd arrived planning on some frank discussion and possibly some good sex. Now the idea of stepping back into his previously wanted lonely life made him ache. In his head he knew nothing was causing a problem, but he wouldn't fully relax until he saw them sitting at their desks Monday with not a transfer paper in sight.
---NCIS---
Tony kept Tim tucked close to him as they watched the old, familiar pick up truck disappear down the road. Once Gibbs was out of sight, Tony gave Tim a squeeze and a kiss on the forehead. "You ready?"
Tim huffed and shook his head. "You know, until Jethro said anything, I'd totally forgotten Greece was still on the table."
"Yeah, let's go talk about it. We've got some decisions to make."