Happiest Day

5.

Gibbs was in the basement working on his boat when he heard the door slam. It had been about two months since Tim had moved back into the house with Gibbs, but he still felt relief wash over him every time Tim entered the house. Wiping his hands off, he headed up the stairs to find Tim taking off his coat in the hall.

“How was your trip?”

“Unproductive.”

Tim made a face.

“The girlfriend doesn’t know anything Gibbs. I think this is another dead end. Anyway you’ll have my formal report first thing Monday.”

Tim patted jethro who had also come into the hall to great him and picked up his briefcase from the floor, then headed upstairs. Gibbs followed him upstairs into the bedroom leaning against the doorframe as Tim threw the case onto the bed and headed into the bathroom.

“You want to go out for dinner?”

“No”

Gibbs frowned slightly.

“You mad at me Tim?”

McGee emerged from the bathroom wiping his hands dry. He’d unbuttoned his cuffs but made no moved to undress form his work clothes.

“No, I’m not mad at you Jethro, I just have other things on my mind.”

He stopped in the middle of the room, his eyes moving slowly down Gibbs body leaving him with no doubt about what exactly Tim had in mind. Gibbs swallowed, and shifted positions, his jeans becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

“Take your shirt off.”

Tim’s tone made it clear he wasn’t asking. Gibbs took two long strides into the room then took off the old t-shirt he was wearing dropping in onto the floor.

“And your socks.”

He complied instantly, which left him in his jeans, underwear, and belt. Tim smiled his face taking on the innocent boyish quality it always did. Slowly he circled around Gibbs until he was standing behind the older man. The back of his neck prickled but Gibbs didn’t turn around, Tim knew full well Gibbs hated it when he did this, standing out of his line of vision, when Gibbs was unable to reestablish eye contact.

“Beautiful.”

Tim’s voice was soft almost gentle, he came up behind Gibbs and put his arms around the others waist kissing him gently on the neck.

“Have you ever thought of getting a tattoo? I’ve always been surprised you don’t have one already.”

Tim let his fingertips graze slowly up Gibbs’ chest as the other man stood there completely still, eyes straight ahead, without moving or speaking.

“I think ink would look good on you.”

Tim leaned even closer, until his lips were almost touching Gibbs ear.

“Or a collar. You know how much I’ve always wanted to see you in leather.”

Having reached Gibbs collarbone Tim’s fingers moved down with the same gentle almost feather light touches. Gibbs almost gasped, but caught himself in time, catching his lip between his teeth and bighting down hard. He didn’t have to be able to see his partner to know Tim was smiling again.

“Get on the bed.”

Tim let go of Gibbs and walked to the door, shutting it as Gibbs obediently walked over to the bed and lay down.

There were many reasons they did this. Almost from day one, Gibbs had learned Tim was not a vanilla sex hind of guy, and Gibbs liked the not knowing what was coming next. The challenge of trying to guess what Tim was going to do or ask him to do, without being able to communicate easily. Most of all though they both liked the mutual trust involved in this kind of play.

Tim turned back and surveyed Gibbs stretched out on the bed, his face unreadable. Gibbs licked his lips slowly, his jeans were becoming down right painful.

“You going to tie me up, Timmy?”

Tim’s eyes narrowed.

“Did I say you could talk?”

Gibbs jaw clenched but he didn’t say anything.

“And when you speak to me I’d like it if you referred to me as ‘sir’.”

Tim’s voice was hard, not cold, but making it clear there was no arguing the point, he met Gibbs eyes and held them without flinching for a full minute. Finally Gibbs nodded, just once.

“Touch yourself.”

It was an order.

“Threw your jeans.”

One of Gibbs hands slid down his body to the now obvious bulge, biting his lip hard to keep from gasping when his fingers made contact. If anything it only made it worse, Gibbs clenched his jaw tighter, he needed the pants off, needed it to be Tim touching him. The situation was made even more painful by the fact that Tim had said Gibbs could touch, not come, and Gibbs was well aware of the difference.

“That enough.”

Tim was rolling up his shirtsleeves making no move to come anywhere near him and Gibbs almost groaned.

“Hands over your head and spread your legs.”

This time Gibbs did as he was told. Tim walked over to the bed and smiled down at him. He opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out two long silk neckties then tied Gibbs wrists loosely to the bed. Gibbs closed his eyes as Tim moved slowly yet efficiently from one wrist to the other. The way Tim was tying him Gibbs new he would easily be able to get his hands free, which was half the point. The point of the ties was not to restrain him but to act as reminders of the fact that it was Gibbs who put himself in this position, Tim didn’t have to restrain him because he knew Gibbs would willingly comply every time. As Tim finished the last knot and stood back to survey his handy work a loud beeping filled the room. Both Tim and Gibbs’ eyes traveled down to Gibbs’ pants pocket, and after a few more rings Tim reached calmly over and removed the cell phone. He glanced down at the caller ID then flipped the phone open.

“McGee.”

He took a few steps away from the bed.

“No I’m sorry Tony, he’s not available at the moment.”

He glanced over at Gibbs who’s eyes were fixed on him watching intently.

“Yes I’ll tell him you called. Is it anything important? Oh, I see, no I didn’t have any luck with the girlfriend either, but hopefully Ziva’s found something. Oh. Well we’ll think of something, and I will tell Gibbs you called. Yes. Yes well, umm, see you on Monday then.”

He flipped the phone closed.

“That was Tony, he didn’t find anything either.”

He placed the phone carefully on the bedside table then let his eyes travel slowly down Gibbs’ body.

“You seem to have a problem there, Special Agent.”

He leaned over the bed and then to Gibbs’ relief unfastened Gibbs belt and gently worked off his pants and underwear, letting them fall onto the floor.

“Bend your legs.”

Gibbs complied instantly

“Your were very good while I was on the phone. I thought for sure you were going to say something or move.”

One of Tim's hands came up to gently cradle the curve of Gibbs’ ass.

“I’m very proud of you.”

Tim gently nudged Gibbs' legs further apart.

“And I think for that you disserve a reward.”

Tim bent forward slightly, placing an open mouthed kiss on the inside of Gibbs’ thigh, heading down; his fingers at the same time working even lower. Gibbs swallowed hard then closed his eyes and concentrated on Tim’s hands.

Later they lay spooned together both naked, sweaty, and tired. The ties hung forgotten still tied to the bed but no long attached to Gibbs. Tim’s head was tucked just under Gibbs’ chin and Gibbs’ hands rested on Tim’s lower back.

“Do you really think I would look good with a tattoo?”

Tim let out a small laugh.

“Yes, actually.”

“Well . . .”

Gibbs considered.

“I do like yours an awful lot.”

His hand traveled down Tim’s back to fondle the place in question. Tim smiled and nuzzled closer.

“ I’ll be sure to mention it to Abby next time I see her.”

Gibbs smiled at the thought, then stilled, thinking.

“Tim?”

His voice was soft. Serious even.

“We’re Ok.”

Tim pulled way slightly so he could look up at Gibbs’ face.

“Yes . . .”

He thought about it too.

“Yes we are.”

Relief washed through Gibbs so overpowering for a moment he didn’t quite know what to do. Then he pulled Tim close holding him tightly. They were ok, really ok, again.