A/N Warning- this is in an experimental style of alternating first person perspective. Some are finding it jarring. I'm going to finish it in the style it was begun, so if you find you don't like it, I'm sorry.

Chapter One

McGee

Finally. Being sent out for coffee because I'm the youngest guy in the office finally paid off! I got the call that there was a body found and I was the closest NCIS representative. Sweet!

Ugh, no so sweet. A toxic chemical spill on base had revealed the body, so I got to hang out and wait for a team from Washington to show up after being patronized by a Special Agent DiNozzo when I called it in. A real case, not just searching for credit card and bank activity on AWOL sailors from my tiny office, and I was snidely told to 'do nothing' except hang around with putrid chemical fumes burning my lungs. Crap.

Just as I was trained, I taped off the scene and got the witnesses to wait and not talk to each other. Of course, all they'd witnessed was a decomposing corpse falling out of a vat of chemicals, but still. Protocol.

I couldn't believe it when the MCRT team arrived at the horrible crime scene. I'd followed Agent DiNozzo's belittling instructions. Standing around breathing caustic fumes would have made me need my inhaler, which I didn't have with me, so I'd put on a mask, which I did have, to try to keep myself breathing normally.

What shocked me into stunned silence was who the lead Agent was. DiNozzo introduced us, and I was pretty sure that 'Special Agent Gibbs' didn't recognize me with the mask on, but I for sure recognized him; those blue eyes were unforgettable, even with a bit more silver in his hair and a scowl which made me want to puke. I kept getting these flashes of memory with those eyes sparkling as he laughed just before he kissed me. I dropped my gaze and it caught on his hands, holding a pen and notebook. Bad idea! My cock stirred recalling how expertly those calloused fingers had worked every part of my body, and I swallowed hard, trying to get my thoughts out of the past.

This was Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Infamous, notorious bad-ass of NCIS. I knew him as Lee. Just Lee; I'd never been able to remember the last name from the brief moment he'd flashed his badge, even though I'd tried. Oh how I'd tried to find him. Now I understood perfectly; he hadn't wanted to be found by some kid he'd rescued on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and taken to a country motel for two-and-a-half days of sex. Of course. Double crap. How had I never known that Lee and Special Agent Gibbs were one and the same? I'd been at NCIS nearly a year! Plenty long enough to hear the stories, I guess I'd just never seen a picture of him.

I stepped back to watch how the group interacted, and particularly to listen for how the others addressed him. I'd had a strong suspicion all those years ago that he hadn't given me his real name, and that seemed to be confirmed by Agent DiNozzo's introduction. I guess Lee might be short for Leroy, but the Scottish M.E. was the only person to call him anything other than his last name, and he said Jethro.

Thank god he didn't recognize me.

Gibbs

The kid, this green recruit, didn't think I recognized him, but those huge, expressive blue-green eyes: unforgettable. It wasn't the time or place for an awkward reunion, so I treated him the same as any newbie and mostly tried to ignore him. I was too aware of him, though, and he was such a distraction that I made DiNozzo get him away from me so I could concentrate. I could feel him watching me, though, and I found myself showing off just a little with more snide remarks than usual. Ducky noticed and gave me one of those looks he gets, and even took a breath to ask or tease or something, but I think I headed that off with a glare. Damn the man, he was too observant for my own good, and as he wheeled the body away, he grinned and winked while inclining his head in Tim's direction. I gave him my worst scowl, but he only laughed as he went by.

At least he didn't say anything.

When I turned to get one of our equipment cases, I was shocked to see Tim sitting on them, with the mask pulled down so I could see his beautiful, cherubic face. He hadn't aged, he still looked like he was 18, though he'd been 21 when we met that first time; he was still all smooth skin and pouty lips. And the memory of just how soft his skin was slammed into me from four years ago; cupping his face and stroking his downy cheeks with my thumbs; that wicked grin he gave as he dropped to his knees and...

Shit.

I didn't make eye contact, I kept my frown in place as I walked over and yanked one of the cases from under his ass...

Damnit! That sweet, tight ass... Hands down he'd been the best male lover I'd ever had. So receptive to every suggestion, and creative to boot. That position on the chair…

I heard him comment to DiNozzo that he'd heard stories about me, and Tony's quick reply about only half being true and needing to figure out which half. Stories... I wonder if the kid was gonna start telling some stories of his own now. I was gonna have to talk to him, shut that down.

Damn.

McGee

I waited for three hours in the dark at the deserted crime scene, called Agent DiNozzo five times and got voicemail before I realized I'd been had. He'd told me that Gibbs wanted the scene maintained by NCIS and not the local LEOs and he'd send relief as soon as he could. A prank. Great. Well, at least I didn't wait all night, and my patience had been aided by my memories...

Mark Mason, star running back of the football team at MIT while I was the mascot, had also been a practical joker. I didn't know it then, but him asking me to drive his clunker back from an away game had been one of his jokes. This one ended up giving me the most memorable three days of my life, so retrospectively, I really didn't mind.

I was on a back road in the middle of nowhere, since Mark had been very clear that the car wouldn't handle highway speeds (he apparently didn't want me getting killed at least) when the engine started rattling and sputtered to silence. I pulled over to the shoulder and checked everything I knew how to check, which wasn't much, but hey, I could tell the thing needed oil, of which there was none in the trunk; then tried to restart it. There was nothing doing. I hit the flashers and left the hood propped up, trying to recall where the nearest town was. The evening was deepening into night, and cold. I rested my head on the steering wheel in frustration. Okay, I cried a little; maybe two tears. When a car pulled up behind me I wasn't sure if I should get out or stay put or... I decided to do like I would if it was a cop and stayed inside with my hands on the steering wheel.

But it was him, and though I hadn't known it, my life hit a fork right then. Nothing would ever be the same after I was caught in that cool blue stare.

Gibbs

Finding out where the kid lived was nothing. Doing it without Tony trying to "help" was only a little harder. We all checked in at a motel, and went our separate ways for the night. I may have insinuated I was seeing a certain lady who drove a convertible, but I never said it outright. That way they wouldn't ask if I got back late.

Driving out to McGee's low-rent apartment, I could no longer suppress the memories of our last meeting.

The sweetest looking angel (okay, adult-ish, and more cherubic than bad-ass archangel, but really cute) face looked up at me through the driver's side window, a pair of huge blue-green eyes blinking at my flashlight, and I was smitten. An old-fashioned word, sure, but it felt right. I wanted to see that face in every expression possible, from ecstatic agony to a simple smile, and I wanted it right now. Unfortunately, all I was getting so far was wide-eyed uncertainty.

He rolled down the window.

"Um, hi," he said, his voice hesitant. What would it sound like crying out in the dark? Would he whimper, or scream?

I cleared my throat. "Need a hand?" Or maybe just a finger or two...tongue...cock, buried deep in your -

"It's my friend's car. It just, um, it died and I think maybe it's a joke but it's not funny and I need to get back to Boston by Monday and -"

"Hold on, hold on now. Slow down. We'll get you to Boston. Why don't you just tell me the whole story, alright? It's chilly, though. How long have you been sitting here? C'mon over to my car."

"Uh..."

Shit. I sounded creepy. Not the best start to a seduction.

"Relax. I'm a Federal Agent. See?" I showed my badge and watched the teenager relax slightly. God, he was pretty. Damnit, what was it about seeing that woman in court today that made me want to jump the fence and never go back?

"Let me take a look under the hood for you real quick anyway. Probably need a tow, though, whatever it is, and that'll have to wait until tomorrow." Under the hood. Hell yeah, I'll peek at that denim hood and wrap my lips around what I find there and...

Goddamn divorce court.

The kid had definitely been had by his so-called friend. There were parts of the engine actually held in place by baling wire and duct tape. Why anyone would think it funny to make that sweet-faced, pretty boy get stranded out in the sticks was beyond me. I already felt protective of him.

Possessive. Whatever.

"It's definitely gonna need a tow, but I'd make your buddy deal with it. You got any gear in here you need?" I kept my voice real matter-of-fact, my shoulders relaxed, and it seemed to help. He was losing some of the tense, fearful expression he'd started out with, and he finally opened the door and got out.

"I, um, well, I guess he got me," he said, smiling with the most adorable little curve of his lips. How would he taste? I could nurse from that fat bottom lip...

"You better get him good when you get back at him."

He turned and bent over, reaching into the back seat for a backpack. Oh, god, nice round ass; I wanted to grab his hips and just...

"Th-this is all my stuff. Let me, uh, lock up. I can't thank you, um, enough, for stopping. Y-you could just, uh, drop me in the next town, um, if you want. I can...can get a bus or...or call someone..." He was giving me that doe-eyed stare again, and it brought out the predator in me. I barely kept from shoving him against that piece of shit car and kissing him.

"Boston isn't out of my way. I'm not leaving a teenager in some hick town out here," I commented, knowing I was fishing for his age.

"Oh! No, um, I'm twenty-one. I'm a grad student at MIT. I, um, I'll be okay if..."

"Just consider me a gift horse, alright, kid?"

"Tim."

"Lee," I offered, giving the name I rarely used, except for one night stands. If he was lying about his age, I was gonna cover my ass but good. Y'know: just in case the night went like I wanted it to.

McGee

I was still lost in my reminiscence as I parked my car. Trying to remember specifics was like trying to recall a dream. There are moments that are so clear in my memory, and then hours that are a blur of impressions. Like, the moment he pushed into me... Okay, bad example. Losing my anal cherry should be memorable, and damn, was it! God, he'd stretched me, rubbing inside until I just about popped, then he rolled me over onto a pillow, and he stroked my thigh, really tender, and then his voice, all chocolate lava cake, telling me to just relax, and I did and oh-my-fucking-god was it good. He hit that spot and I was in orbit, I mean, totally gone.

I trudged up the steps to my apartment, sighing heavily, yanking my tie off and cramming it in the pocket of my jacket. Three hours rehashing that weekend and all I wanted to do was get out of my pants and relieve the ache so I could sleep. It had been a long day. But my door was unlocked, and I knew I hadn't left it that way, so I drew my gun, and, feeling some surreal flashback to FLETC, went about clearing my home. I got three steps into the room, scanning and sweeping and I lowered my weapon and just stood there, staring.

"You could shut the damn door, Tim," came that voice that had haunted my dreams for years. When I didn't move, he got up from my worn out couch and went past me and did it himself. I couldn't believe he was here, in my apartment, in the flesh. Oh shit, don't think flesh, that's one of those words... Flesh, bare, with hair and smell and heat and sweat and... Aw, shitshitshit, there was no hiding the tent in my pants and oh please, Lee, Gibbs, Jethro, whatever, will you please just kiss me and fuck me and let me...

Shit!

"Wh-what are you-you doing..."

"I figured we'd better talk," he said, his voice level and reasoned and such a contrast to my high, strained, stumbling words. He was standing next to me. Standing within arm's reach and I was ready to fucking swoon, to beg and grovel, anything to get him closer, to feel him. There had been no other lover like him since those two days four years ago. I'd had sex, sure, even once with a guy, but there was no comparison.

"T-talk?"

That low chuckle, oh god, how could I have forgotten that? He put his hand on my back and pushed me toward the couch.

"Yeah, kid. Talk."

Gibbs

He was adorable, standing there with his mouth hanging open and his hard-on pointing straight at me. It would be so easy to go there, to just fall into bed and ignore every rational reason it was a bad idea.

But the rational stuff piled up and up. We had to work together now, and that meant getting really clear on what was and wasn't appropriate.

"Sit down, kiddo," I said, sighing inwardly. He shook his head and stared at me.

"I'm not a kid," he replied, standing there stubbornly, finally getting through a sentence without stuttering. The fact that he sounded like a sullen teenager only made the declaration ironic, and that much hotter.

No, come on! I mentally head-slapped myself.

"Fine. Agent McGee. You got that? Agents, both of us."

"You were an-an Agent back then, too, Lee. Jethro. Gibbs. Wha-what should I even call you?"

"Damnit, you call me Agent Gibbs! That's what I'm trying to tell you!" I got right up in his face like a D.I., trying to break him, make him back off, something!" Get your damn brain out of your pants and back in your head. We're going to work a case together, and you can't keep staring at me like you just found out Santa isn't real!"

"Wait, Santa's not real?" He asked, all wide-eyed with a sparkle and a little smile and Jesus he was just completely irresistible...

Fuck it!

McGee

Yes! I found it, found the button to push, playing with the irony, twisting his intentions, and we were kissing, crushed together, and it was so right! It felt so good, his hard muscled body, better than Tara or Catherine, better than Tommy, because Tommy had been tentative and scared and Lee - Gibbs - Jethro was anything but.

He tasted a little bitter, kind of like coffee, and he smelled like fresh cut timber, and it was unbelievable. His hands were warm and dry and he shoved my jacket over my shoulders and yanked my shirt off while I was trying to get his untucked, and he finally pulled away and took both his polo and undershirt off in one quick move. Then it was skin on skin, with the amazingly masculine feel of the hair on his chest against me. It tickled my nipples a little and I shuddered. I gripped his back hard, clinging to him, god! I wanted him inside me. I wanted to suck him and fuck him and - and - and -

Gibbs

That soft white skin, with his strong arms holding me close... I palmed his ass and pulled him hard against me, spreading his cheeks, oh shit, I couldn't wait to bury myself in that ass. Jesus, he was always so responsive, he was already making little sounds around my tongue...humping my thigh... I was not going to blow in my pants like a teenager but he had me so damn hot...

I had three condoms in my pocket. I'd plucked them out of DiNozzo's jacket, but I didn't have lube. I'd make-do with spit only as a last resort; I didn't want to hurt the kid. And if I was throwing all restraint away then I was gonna fuck him all night, so I hoped he had something...

McGee

I wanted to cry when I felt him pull away.

"Lube?" He growled, and my face turned bright red because that meant fucking and I wanted that more than air. I nodded frantically and sidestepped once to reach my computer desk. I yanked open the drawer and groped for the bottle. As soon as my hand was free, Gibbs slammed it closed and manhandled me around to face the furniture. I was shaking badly, my knees practically knocking, and when he pulled me back against him and laved my neck, I cried out. I could feel his erection on my ass and I throbbed, wanting...needing...

Gibbs

Of course my little techno-geek wouldn't have skin mags to beat off to; he'd use his computer. And I was about to fuck him right in the spot he sat in and stroked his cock all alone. I groaned and bit his back, leaving marks on his shoulder blade, while my hands were busy on his chest. One tweaked his nipples, and the other slid lower, over the soft curve of his belly (oh shit I loved that little roll of baby fat!), down to first grip his hard-on through his pants, listening to how he choked at that, then I unfastened his belt, then his slacks and finally used both hands to push them down. Looking at the expanse of his back, the beautiful fullness of his butt, pushed out eagerly toward me, my knees almost gave out at the perfect surrender of him. I must have paused too long, because he looked over his shoulder in uncertainty. I lunged to kiss him, messy, plundering those full lips...

McGee

When his eyes flashed and he kissed me again, I barely had any awareness of what he was doing with his hands until he pushed a slick finger into my ass. Oh god! Yes! Being penetrated, with the heat of him so close... I moaned helplessly, wiggling my ass, my body begging for more. He complied, giving me just what I needed, adding a second finger so I felt that slight ache of the stretch, but only for the first few times he twisted and spread them. He wasn't kissing me anymore, and I was holding onto my desk as I bent forward, shoving back... More...more!

Third finger, sharper ache... Oh god, soon, soon! His cock, inside me, his tough hands, holding me... It was better than I remembered, so much better than my fantasies about our time together years ago.

"Oh, please, Lee! G - Jeth - Agent Gibbs! Please..."

And finally, he was there, that meaty head pressing close, spreading me so wide... I couldn't open my legs with my pants around my ankles, so I just bent further. It hurt, but such exquisite pain! He paused and waited, and it wasn't more than a half-dozen gasping breaths before I arched back, needing more.

Gibbs

Goddamn! Hot and tight and whining my name, his hands scrambling on the wood, shoving his keyboard onto the floor so he could bend over more, I brought my hands to his waist and held him while he panted, adjusting. The give of the flesh beneath my fingers was so good... Love handles; their euphemistic name became literal as I gripped him and inched in slowly. He couldn't have had anyone fuck him in a long, long time, maybe since me; he was virgin tight and it felt so fucking good I had to grit my teeth. He was rippling, opening for me, and I finally felt him take it all. I rested against his ass, both of us shaking, until he started moving. I pulled out slowly, then back in. His head was lolling, and the sounds he was making... Two more slow, slow strokes, and the pitch rose in his cries, his hips shoved hard back against me, and it was on!

McGee

A sound filled my apartment, cries punctuated with grunts and it took long minutes before I realized it was me. His hands held me firmly as he thrust hard, and everything centered on the feel of him, inside me, behind me... Oh god! So right! So perfect! Such a fire inside me; I ached to grab my leaking cock but he was so vigorous I couldn't spare a hand. Please, Lee, pleasepleaseplease...

Gibbs

He was gibbering, begging, and I knew he what he wanted. I slammed harder into him several times before I shifted and bent over further, wrapping one hand up under his arm to grip his shoulder so I could keep pounding him; the other went to his shaft. He wailed when I started stroking him, and he came in moments...

McGee

Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes! I couldn't see or hear or feel anything except his body, shoving hard again and again against that sweet spot inside me and his calloused hand on me... Everything was heat and light and agonizing pulses as come shot out hard, over and over and over -

Gibbs

His ass clamped down and I felt like he was milking me as he shuddered and screamed and then I was coming too, and I knew his shoulder was gonna bruise with how hard I was gripping him but fuck! I didn't care; he felt so good, so right! And I froze, rigid with ecstasy, deep inside him, my face pressed against his sweaty back, soft skin... My cock exploding...

Fuck!

~~~NCIS~~~

A/N New McGibbs, yay! I hope you like the different style with the perspective. The idea came to me because I dislike that intimate scenes (okay, smut, you know what I mean)are pretty much always from one point of view, and I want to get both without repeating what's happening. And though I've been nervous about it, I think it works. If you don't, feel free to let me know, but please remember that we're all on here to have fun.