Chapter Eight

Tim woke like he was surfacing from a deep dive. All the weirdness, the doubts and insecurities washed away as he opened his eyes with a sigh and saw the mostly salt of the back of Gibbs' salt and pepper hair. He smiled without realizing and snuggled closer, spooning to the heat of him. The room was cool and they had no covers on them. A pillow and towel made a lump at the small of his back, and he chuckled as he recalled being fucked into oblivion. What a weekend...

Dozing again, the thin dawn light was more solidly shining around the drawn drapes when Gibbs stirred and Tim woke for the second time. He drew Gibbs more firmly against his chest and kissed the back of his head.

"Good morning," Tim said quietly. He smiled at the grunt he got in response. "I'll go make coffee." With a final squeeze, he rolled away and went to do that.

Gibbs shifted, feeling chilled without the warmth of his Tim-blanket, and almost cursed. His back was killing him. He must have been humping Tim for hours or something to feel this sore. Shit.

Tim's ass hadn't been this tender since he'd returned from Afghanistan with giardia. He was done doing anything with that part of himself for a day or so at least. He grinned. But so worth it! God, being nailed to the bed like that, just laying there, submerged in sensation... He owed Gibbs. Big time.

When he went back into the bedroom with two mugs, Gibbs was scowling. Handing him one, Tim sat down next to him and waited for the brew to work its magic. After just a few sips, he set his cup aside and leaned back against the headboard, closing his eyes and only just keeping from humming. Whatever was bothering Gibbs this morning would get worked out. All would be well. He sighed contentedly.

Eventually, Tim heard Gibbs set his empty mug down and felt a warm hand in his thigh. He smiled.

"Now can I say good morning?" Tim said, looking over at Gibbs.

"You already did."

Tim leaned over for a kiss. "But you didn't. How are you, babe? Sore?"

Grunting again, which Tim interpreted as a yes, Gibbs did at least return the kiss.

"Good thing we've got a hot spring outside, then, hm?" Tim asked. "You want breakfast or a soak first? I can totally spoil you and bring breakfast out to the pool..." That suggestion got the tiniest twitch of Gibbs' lips and Tim nodded. "Will do. Go rinse off and head out there. I'll do fried egg sandwiches with some ham and cheese on toast. And more coffee." Tim kissed the top of his head and went to take care of it.

He was sweet. Always so damn sweet. Gibbs knew how lucky he was to have Tim love him, but waking up with his back aching had his mood positively foul. Grimacing, he climbed out of bed and limped to the bathroom to shower. It took a bit of washing to get the silicone lube off, and that brought back the night more vividly in his mind. Worth it. Worth being sore to have done what they'd done. Definitely. Although he was uncertain if he'd be up for a whole lot if Tim was still interested, and just that thought was enough to send his mood plummeting again. Tim might say he'd be fine if they never had sex again, but Gibbs knew what a sexual person Tim was, and if he got to that point... Damn.

Gibbs looked at Tim, cooking in nothing but an apron, bopping around like he heard his own personal soundtrack in his mind, and a small smile eased his features. There was nothing like a happy, cooking Tim. And nearly naked. Damn, he was a lucky old man. He couldn't help but run a hand down the long expanse of Tim's back and gently fondle his ass, and Tim turned his bright smile to Gibbs for a quick kiss before going back to the eggs on the stove. Beautiful. Gibbs sighed and headed out to soak.

When Tim brought breakfast and slid into the water beside him, he couldn't help but pull him close for a more thorough kiss. Tim settled back happily and they ate.

It was a quiet half hour or so before Tim spoke.

"You know I was joking about the mute thing, right?"

Gibbs grunted affirmative, his eyes closed as his arms drifted at the surface and his head rested on the side. Tim rolled his eyes.

"Not seeming like a totally honest answer, or at least not a demonstrative one, babe. Why are you brooding?"

Gibbs shrugged, then gave a slight grimace as his bad shoulder twinged. Tim shook his head at his stubborn lover. He rearranged them, with little protest from Gibbs, he noted smugly, and started massaging his shoulders and back.

"I don't mind this at all, hon. You could just ask. I love putting my hands all over you and being close to you. Besides, you're sore from fucking me, so I think I owe you a bit, don't you?"

"Takes two to tango," Gibbs muttered.

"Last night you did all the work, and I swear you went half the night. I'm sore, you're sore; I think that indicates a pretty good vacation, don't you? Exhausted and aching from too much sex? Sounds like a Tony story."

Gibbs smiled faintly, then gave himself over to Tim's strong hands kneading his muscles.

Tim was totally content, rubbing Gibbs and enjoying the water. The sky was overcast, and the wind was starting to pick up. Even with how little time they'd spent outside, he was glad the weather had been clear until now. The bluster of autumn was a fitting end to their weekend.

Eventually Tim just lay back in the water, and Gibbs' head rested on Tim's shoulder while he floated, almost drifting into a light doze. But he'd slept more and deeper this weekend than he usually did in a week, and when one hand bumped the side, he became aware of how wrinkly his fingers were getting. He slowly rolled over and kissed Tim softly.

"Good morning," he breathed. Tim smiled but didn't tease him. "I'm done out here."

"Me, too."

"Guess we put the cover back on," Gibbs observed.

"Nope. The guest book inside read that they'll deal with draining, cleaning, then refilling for the next folks," Tim replied. Gibbs chuckled. Of course Tim had read the instructions and rules. "I'm glad this continually refreshes itself from the spring anyway, though, with last night and all." Tim slowly climbed out of the water and held his hand out to help Gibbs if he needed it. Gibbs almost grimaced at the offer but made the conscious choice to take Tim's hand as if it had been offered for romantic rather than practical reasons.

Tim saw the shadow pass over Gibbs' expression, but just kept his gaze steady. If somehow Gibbs was feeling unsure for once, it was his turn to be the strong support. Partnership.

Back inside, Tim found himself moving with dream-like, smooth steps and gestures. Sexy thoughts began to crowd his mind, and the ideas and plans he'd had for the weekend came back to him. He made his choice. Leading Gibbs back to the bedroom, he piled pillows up at the headboard, setting a couple aside, and encouraged him to relax, half-reclining and gestured he'd be back in a moment. Grabbing his ipod and jambox again, he hesitated, then snagged a couple of things from the kitchen as well. He set the most sensual-sounding playlist he had made and started it. The other supplies he set on the foot of the bed, in a bag so Gibbs couldn't see what there was.

Gibbs let Tim take control. He felt lethargic after the long soak and massage and found himself content to observe as Tim began dancing. The younger man had become quite comfortable dancing privately for Gibbs in the time they'd been together, and Gibbs never tired of watching. It seemed like he was doing something a bit different this time, and it was fascinating to watch the play of muscles under Tim's white skin as he shifted and moved.

Tim had started researching and practicing some different forms of dance from online videos. Belly-dancing to exotic, he'd wanted to improve his moves for Gibbs' enjoyment, and the rapt attention with which Gibbs was watching made him smile. A lowering of his eyes flirtatiously after making eye contact let Tim also check out the response he was getting, and he was pleased to see Gibbs' cock thickening and beginning to grow hard. His own body responded and he felt himself blush though it didn't stop him.

Continuing to gyrate and sashay, but throwing in some more overtly erotic moves, Tim kept going until he finally saw Gibbs fist his hands next to his thighs. Moving closer, Tim gave his best bedroom eyes as he crawled up from the foot of the bed, nudging Gibbs' legs apart and finally doing a circular pushup move to graze Gibbs' hard-on with his chest as he slid up to kiss him. Gibbs hands gently cupped his face as they kissed, then skimmed over his shoulders, around his biceps, caressing his chest and sides, down to stroke his strong fingers over his hips and ass.

Those touches left trails of fire on Tim's sensitive skin, and he shivered. Kissing along Gibbs' jaw to nibble his ear, then down the side of his neck, Tim could feel the way his erection bounced in response. Smiling, he continued down. He settled more solidly on his elbows, resting his weight on his lover as he spent a long time on Gibbs' nipples. His most powerful hot-spot aside from his groin, Gibbs gasped and writhed under Tim as he licked and sucked and bit and pinched, moving between one and the other until Gibbs was groaning and his hips were thrusting up into Tim's stomach.

Finally, Tim worked his way down through the silvered chest hair, across his soft belly, and arranged himself comfotably between Gibbs' muscular thighs. Ignoring the obvious, he nuzzled Gibbs' balls and spent time gently tonguing them while he reached for the bag. Not looking, he withdrew the piece of plastic wrap and brought it closer. He looked up the length of Gibbs' body and smiled at the flushed face, the heavy breathing, the glorious arousal he evidenced. A little nervous, he nudged Gibbs' legs and got him to bend them. He pushed more firmly, having Gibbs raise them, and he grabbed the extra pillows and placed them under his thighs to ease any strain of holding himself open as Tim asked. Gibbs was watching him now with heated curiosity, probably expecting to have Tim lubricate and top him, but granting Tim all the time he wanted to prep.

Tim did get some lube on one finger and carefully work it into Gibbs, but he didn't go deep. He brought the plastic up and set it in place over Gibbs' entrance, then lowered his head. Having wanted to explore rimming, Tim had decided this would be a good time to try it. He was too sore to want to bottom, and he knew Gibbs' back was aching from everything else they'd done, so rimming and blowing Gibbs was a perfect solution. His cock was throbbing at the new erotic experience, and Gibbs seemed to be relaxed, allowing it, so he continued.

It was fascinating to see the way Gibbs' body was flexing and twitching, and when he lowered his mouth to begin, feeling that response made him moan right along with Gibbs. He started experimenting, lapping like a cat, then swirling and driving in with the point of his tongue, kissing, grazing his perineum with his nose, listening and watching for the responses that told him what Gibbs liked best.

Gibbs liked it all. At first he couldn't believe what Tim was going to do, and he'd raised his eyebrows doubtfully, looking up at the ceiling. But the first touch of Tim's tongue, delicately passing over his skin had shot heat through his body in a way nothing had before. The plastic didn't make the sensation any less intense, in fact, the way it allowed for smooth gliding of Tim's mouth was somehow even more incredible than he thought the texture of tongue on skin would have been. He heard himself cry out when he felt the soft yet firm insistence of Tim driving his tongue inside, and he shuddered as he followed that with nibbles to the rim.

Oh, yeah. Gibbs loved this, and so did Tim. He'd thought to be playful and had chocolate syrup in the bag as well, but just watching and feeling was enough this time. He kept going until Gibbs' breath was heaving and shuddering, then finally moved up to his cock. He loved the taste and smell of Gibbs, but rarely got the chance to bring him to completion; Gibbs would generally stop him so they could finish by fucking, but this time Tim was going to have the entire experience.

Enveloping the head of Gibbs' cock and swirling his tongue, he tasted the bitterness of pre-come and groaned. The vibration of his vocalization made Gibbs shout, and as he slid down to take him as far in as he could, Tim hummed.

Nothing existed in the world but Tim and his mouth and hands and oh fuck this felt so good!

Tim ravenously explored and slavered up and down Gibbs shaft. Pushing the plastic aside, he worked a finger into him, Gibbs' ass clenching spasmodically on the digit. This was going to be the best oral sex Gibbs had ever had, and Tim gloried in it, probing with tongue and finger, listening to Gibbs' cries and curses. He was humping the bed as he worked, wildly aroused himself but unwilling to use either hand on himself when both were occupied. He crooked his finger and started massaging Gibbs' prostate as he got a rhythm going that he was sure would bring him a powerful release.

Gibbs' voice was rising, both in volume and pitch, and Tim screwed his eyes shut as he reveled in the moment, thrusting frantically into the sheets beneath him while the rest of his being was enraptured with Gibbs. Oh, god, yes! Gibbs' voice was a long, drawn out cry, not screaming, but almost keening, and suddenly it was there. He arched and his cry was punctuated with the pulses of his orgasm. Tim swallowed him down and cried out around his mouthful as he came too. Tears streaked his face from beneath his closed lids at the perfection of the moment.

When Gibbs' body went limp save for shivery aftershocks, Tim tenderly released him and withdrew his finger, climbing up on shaking arms to land heavily beside him. Gibbs immediately turned and wrapped him in an embrace, and Tim clung to him as his own body quivered.

"Fuck, Tim," Gibbs heaved a huge sigh, breathing hard. Tim chuckled unsteadily.

"Hmm. Liked that? Me, too."

"Fuck," he repeated.

Tim tilted his head for a kiss and beamed at him, his eyes sparkling. "I don't get to blow you very often. I thought I'd make it extra special."

Gibbs just shook his head and kissed him again.

~~~NCIS~~~

Tim packed the last of the food into the cooler and carried it out to the truck. Gibbs had loaded everything else, and they were ready to leave. Both went back in for a final walkthrough, and Tim gasped as he stopped in the short hallway to the bedroom. Bedroom-s. Gibbs stepped out from checking the bathroom for their toiletries and cocked an eyebrow. Tim pointed into the smaller room.

"We forgot about the bunk beds!"

"Well, hell," Gibbs said, frowning. His expression cleared and he slipped his arm around Tim's waist and kissed his cheek. "I guess that means we'll have to come back."

Tim grinned at that thought and kissed him. As emotional as this trip had been, it had been a wonderful time. He'd gladly return with Gibbs anytime they could.

~~~NCIS~~~

A/N Thank you Toni, Kelly, Nanci, Alix33, DS2010, Stars, and everyone else who had read, reviewed, followed, or favorited. Support, suggestions, and feedback got this story completed.