Taming of Timmy McGee Part Two
A lot can happen in 24 hours.
You can survive on no sleep, coffee and a Chinese takeout.
You can hack into an internet carrier and trace the untraceable address while trying to remain detached at the images of broken children.
You can be made sick to your stomach at the depravity of man’s sin against man or in this case child.
You can also find strength you never knew you had because of it and bring down a man twice your size with your bare hands, not stopping hitting the flesh until the warm, hard hands of your Boss pull you off, whispering in your ear to calm down...that you got him..... ‘you got him McGee.”
Oh and if all that wasn’t enough you can also walk in on your Boss whacking off in his shower. In his top 20 list of embarrassing things that have happened to him that had to be in the top three along with Pete Hollerson and the naked run dare through high school(god he was a gullible prat) and being unceremoniously flung into the urinals and flushed, the urinal cakes a smell he would carry for the rest of his life.
He hadn’t had time to even contemplate catching his Boss on the job so to speak let alone think about the implications of the name that Gibbs yelled out. God...when he heard his name he just assumed.....I mean.....Gibbs could have been hurt - he certainly sounded distressed.
No, bursting into the man’s bathroom had not been his finest hour. Seeing his Boss in all his glory, his hand gripping the heavy leaking cock, the flushed post orgasmic look on his Boss’ face.......
Oh god........he had a hard on thinking about it.
He turned over in his bed groaning in pure frustration and resisting the urge to rub his pelvis into the mattress.
Opening one eye he watched the time tick over to 4.30. Throwing the bedcovers off he made the decision to get up and go into work. Sure it was early but it meant he could have a few uninterrupted hours in the gym to better work out this insomnia induced sexual tension before anyone else got there.
Changing into his gym clothes he then grabbed his gear and a clean change of clothes; he’d shower at the gym, and made his way through the early deserted streets to the Navy Yard.
The skeleton staff on at this time of the morning paid him no heed as he navigated the familiar passages to the gym. The tight knot in his gut started to loosen as he entered the deserted room and started a weight circuit. He soon got lost in the comfortable repetitive exercises as he worked through the course.
Despite the mindless exercises, or maybe because of them, the events of the last few days started again plaguing his mind. Breathing heavily he stood beside the bench press shaking his head a little to clear out the dark thoughts.
Sighing at his exhaustion he sank down onto the bench, his back pressed against the sweat stained vinyl as he stared at the ceiling, letting his mind wander onto more pleasant things. His family, his sister, playing the perfect score on his latest battlefield game, hacking into the computer systems of the most top secret agencies both in his own country and others, these where just a few of Timothy McGee’s favourite things.
The smell of ink on parchment, old typewriter keys tapping on a blank page, the head slap his boss so eloquently delivered, the half sly smile when things were going their way, the look in Gibbs’ eyes when he provided his Boss with the vital links in a case, they way Gibbs sipped and then savoured his dark, black espresso, Gibbs’ voice trembling from shouting out Tim’s name.....whoa...where the hell had that come from?
And.......oh god.....he’s hard.....again........hard for his hard headed VERY straight Boss.
His straight boss who he caught with his name on his lips as he came in the shower. His boss with his heavy cock in his hand while the shower beat a rhythm in the steamed up bath room.
McGee moaned as he slipped his hand in the inside of his waist band, needing to relieve some of the tension, he could stop anytime he wanted he reasoned, the past few days Had now finally caught up with him and he was sure the exhaustion to blame for these impure thoughts of his superior. Better to just get the job in hand so to speak.
He subconsciously moved his legs apart so his knees where bent, his feet braced at the end of the bench. Wiggling slightly he moved the elastic of his shorts over his hips, hissing loudly when his hard cock bounced off the waistband and laid proudly up the length of his inner thigh to his stomach. Bracing himself on a firmer footing he ran his hand down the inside of his thigh, teasing but not quite touching his hard length.
He slid past his cock and cupped his balls, rolling one then the other in his right hand while his left started its own trail down towards his shaft and starting a slow and steady pace. Flicking his fingertip over the eye he smeared a drop of pearl over the head, groaning as the fire spread throughout his mid section. His right hand left its place on his balls and traversed his perineum, applying pressure in just the right spot in an external massage of his sensitive prostate. Arching up into his own touch his mind raced, closing his eyes it was easier to picture his strong fantasy lover with his hands all over him, touching him so intimately causing him to writhe on the bench in blissful agony.
There was no way he could last much longer, the earlier scene of his naked boss fuelling his desire, the exhaustion pushing past his threshold to prolong the enjoyment.
“Cum for me Tim.”
Suddenly a warm breath was in his ears and a soft voice pushed him over his threshold. The warm feeling burned hot as the quiver inside turned to full on shakes as he came with a name on his lips....
“B-BOSS!”
Riding out the waves with a bucking of his hips he felt sated, spent as he milked the last tremors of his orgasm out to prolong the pleasure. He snapped his eyes open, a thrill of fear and embarrassment running through him, half expecting to see the real object of his desire right there in front of him. He pushed the disappointment down when he found he was alone, just like before this all started, just like it always was.
Letting out a breath he slumped back down onto the bench, waiting until his heart rate was back under a safe level.
What the hell did this mean? Just the thought of his Boss, naked with cock in hand was enough to fuel a desire so strong it reduced him to a sobbing orgasmic mess in seconds. God he hadn’t come so hard and fast since he was in high school.
And it was about his BOSS....the man with so many rules it made Tim’s head spin, the man who scared him witless for the first 12 months here and even now can reduce him to a blubbering idiot. The man who was strength, courage and fortitude all rolled into one, the man who called is name breathless and sated in the shower.
“Oh crap!”
Abruptly he sat up, shaking the last vestiges of desire out and suddenly aware of where he was, and what he had just done. He felt his face burning and not just from flushed arousal.
He needed a shower; he needed a cold shower, a long cold shower. He wanted nothing more than just to forget he ever saw anything, he prayed that his boss would never bring it up again and they could move on with their lives pretending nothing happened.
He reached in and turned on the shower, stripping out of his sweaty clothes.
He wanted.....he wanted his beloved boss to press him up against the tiles of the shower and kiss the back of----
Nonononononononono.....he wanted to forget he ever saw anything.....right?
*****
Jethro leant his forehead against the far wall of the gym. His hand pressed against the tight bulge in his pants.
His eyes rolled back listening to the grunts and moans of McGee as he writhed on the bench. He nearly came in his pants when he heard his own moniker leave his youngest agents pink lips as the man let go.
God this was worth coming in early for. Thinking a good work out would help him forget about the embarrassing turn of events of the previous day it had only served to drive his desire through the roof.
His head wrestled with a problem, a problem about rules, about ages about getting hurt all over again.
With his heart telling his head to shut up an evil smile crept across his face as he pushed off the wall and walked towards the shower rooms.
Oh he was going to enjoy this
After all, rules were made to be broken right?
Part One: 'Oh Crap'