emerald_green37 | Catalyst 2/?

Their suspect did meet up with several men before the movie ended. None of them were Adams and none of the encounters involved much talking. McGee was grateful he was wearing a trench coat by the time he stood and even Gibbs had to discretely adjust himself before they moved.

Back in the car, they followed Donaldson a few miles to a parking lot next to some hiking trails at a lesser used park. There were over a dozen cars in the parking lot, the solo men quickly meeting up. Some went back to a car while other groups were more adventurous and found interesting uses for the picnic benches and rusty playground equipment. Luckily, Donaldson was not an exhibitionist and brought his newest lover back to his car.

Tim kept glancing back at the entrance of the park. "If the local LEO's make a sweep of the park and we get arrested..."

Gibbs smirked, then realized he had a valid point. Vance laughed when he was called, but eventually he calmed down enough to call the metro vice commander.

Again, as to not attract the wrong kind of attention, Gibbs pulled McGee close and they began to make out while taking turns watching Donaldson's car. Gibbs was on watch, McGee's lips against his throat, and he instinctively began to play with Tim's cock through his jeans.

Donaldson's playmate changed once again and by the time Gibbs was able to see him well enough to determine that it wasn't Adams, he had his hand inside Tim's pants. After years of staying on the straight side of the street, Gibbs couldn't help himself as his fingers tightened around the hard, leaking shaft.

Tim was lost in a sea of sensations. The strong, calloused hand so expertly working him was so different than anything he'd ever felt before. Part of his mind was on the countdown until they'd shift and he'd be the one watching Donaldson, but the rest of him was awash in the sensations. Gibbs touching him so intimately, Gibbs' warm skin, tasting like spice and coffee under his tongue, his own hand pressing against the throbbing flesh between Gibbs' thighs. It was suddenly too much and he started to pull back.

Gibbs could feel Tim's balls tighten up as the younger man's breathing became uneven and he stiffened up. Rather than stop what he was doing, Gibbs loosened his grip just enough to pop the button on McGee's jeans, giving him more room. Then Gibbs ran his teeth up Tim's jawline to nip at his ear lobe before whispering, "That's it, Tim. Come for me." He picked up speed and tightened his fingers as McGee gave a muffled cry.

Permission and orders from Gibbs had always been a very important part of Tim's life. Permission to hack, permission to rest, to eat. Orders to find answers, to be all right, to not get hurt. When the words were spoken, the order to come for Gibbs, his body took over. He always gave Gibbs his best and this time was no different as his vision went white and his entire body shook from the intensity. When Tim came back to Earth, Gibbs was watching him with a heated look and slowly licking the pearly fluid off of his fingers. By the time Gibbs' hand was spotless, Tim was rock hard again and the smile on Gibbs' face was predatory.

The vibration of Gibbs' phone, which they both felt, broke the mood and Tim moved back enough for Gibbs to pull his phone out of his pocket.

"Yeah, Gibbs."

McGee didn't try to listen in as he fought to control his breathing. Instead, he waited for Gibbs to end the call.

When he did, Gibbs tossed his phone up onto the dash and fired up the car. "One of Fornell's teams picked up Adams. Let's get out of here."

Not knowing what to say, McGee just nodded, not paying attention to where Gibbs was driving them. When the car finally stopped and Gibbs killed the engine, he looked up to find them parked in front of Gibbs' house.

"Boss?"

"Come on, you can get cleaned up here." Gibbs led him upstairs and into the bathroom, grabbing fresh towels from the linen closet as they passed. In the bathroom Gibbs slowly unbuttoned Tim's shirt, sliding his hands inside to pull the shirt tails free. He smiled as Tim shuddered and his breath quickened. "I'll throw your clothes in the washer while you take a shower."

Mind spinning, Tim just nodded and let Gibbs help him undress. His coat and shoes were dropped on a chair in the bedroom before Gibbs carried the rest of his clothes back downstairs.

When Gibbs returned upstairs, Tim was in the shower, leaning against the tile wall as the water beat down onto him, one hand slowly working between his legs. Silently, Gibbs stripped down and stepped into the shower, wrapping both arms around him to take over.

After a few strokes, Gibbs stopped and turned Tim around, pulling his head down for a kiss. "We can only have one night."

"I know."

Smiling, Gibbs pressed McGee back against the tile and slowly sank down, trailing his mouth down the wet skin to his prize. He heard Tim gasp as he swallowed him down. It had been far too long since Gibbs had had this pleasure and he prolonged it as best he could, backing off when he could sense Tim was getting close. He worked one finger inside the other man, staying away from his prostate at first as he stretched and prepared him. He was up to two fingers before he started rubbing the sensitive gland. Tim was begging to come and this time Gibbs didn't stop, using the other man's climax as a distraction to add the third finger.

Gibbs greedily swallowed down every drop, twisting and flexing his fingers before pulling them out and standing. His own legs were shaking from the strain and Tim was barely on his feet. "Bed, now."

They stumbled out of the shower, grabbing towels and making a haphazard attempt to dry off before continuing onto the bedroom. Gibbs pulled the pillows down to the center of the bed and threw his towel over them before positioning Tim on his belly, draped over the mound, legs spread.

The light was dim, so Gibbs felt more than saw the marks on the back of Tim's scrotal sack. He was careful because of them, but with Tim humping the pillows and begging for more, Gibbs didn't hesitate to continue. He fumbled with the drawer of the nightstand, but found the bottle of lube and the box of condoms. He rolled the latex into place before coating it and his fingers with the lube. He eased his fingers back into Tim – it was tight, but McGee was thrusting back on his fingers, fucking himself and begging for more. After one last twisting and spreading of his fingers, Gibbs pulled his hand back, wiping it on the corner of the towel before lining his cock up with the twitching hole.

Slowly he pushed in, stopping when Tim cried out. He rubbed his hand up and down Tim's back. "Easy, easy." After giving him a minute to adjust, Gibbs continued to push in, stopping once he was all the way in. This time the wait was shorter before Tim started to push back against him.

They found their rhythm quickly, Gibbs pulling Tim up just far enough that his penis was not making contact with the towel as it bounced with each stroke. Gibbs was slamming into him hard enough that Tim needed both hands to balance, giving him no way to touch himself.

The tightness around him was fantastic, too good, almost. Before he was ready, Gibbs could feel his own climax approaching. It hit him hard and he let out a roar, adjusting so his last few strokes were aimed directly at Tim's prostate.

Tim's ass clamped down on him even tighter as Gibbs pressed deeper, draped across Tim's back as he tried to catch his breath. The tight muscle acted almost like a cock ring, keeping him partially hard.

"More." Tim was grinding back against him, tightening his ass muscles as he twisted and flexed. After his two earlier climaxes, the few strokes against his prostate hadn't been enough to push Tim over the edge a third time.

It didn't take long before Tim's movements had Gibbs hard enough to start fucking again. He leaned heavier against Tim, rolling his hips forward enough that each stroke was nudging him in exactly the right spot. Their change of angle also meant that the tip of Tim's cock was rubbing against the towel with each stroke.

"Yeah." Tim was rocking, sliding his body back and forth on Gibbs' cock, meeting him stroke for stroke. His breath was coming in short pants as his balls tightened up once again.

Gibbs could feel himself getting close, too, and he sped up, slamming harder into McGee. Tim let out a yell and his muscles clamped down on Gibbs, pulling him over the edge with Tim.

When it was over, they were laying on their sides, Gibbs' cock still buried in McGee's ass. Gibbs kissed Tim's shoulder and smiled. "That was something else. Damn, you're tight, it must have been a while."

Tim froze, not knowing how to answer the question. Gibbs instantly became concerned, a feeling of dread growing in his stomach. "Please tell me that wasn't your first time bottoming?" He raised up on one elbow as Tim rolled his head back enough to make eye contact. "Damn it, you should have said something. I wouldn't have..."

"Wouldn't have taken me? I'm sorry, but in the last hour and a half, I've come three times and probably harder than I every have. Why would I say anything that might make you stop?"

Gibbs couldn't quite stop the chuckle, but he did manage to turn it into a slightly annoyed sounding snort. "I could have hurt you." Holding onto the condom, he pulled out, carefully checking for blood.

Now that their bodies were no longer connected, Tim rolled onto his back, wincing slightly. "You'd never hurt me. Ever."

The confidence gave Gibbs a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach as he trailed his fingers down Tim's arm to squeeze his hand. "I didn't see any blood, but let me get a washcloth and clean you up." When Tim started to object, Gibbs shook his head. "I've already seen the scars."

Tim froze, then rolled off the bed on the other side. "I'm fine. I'm going to put the wash in the dryer." He picked up his towel from the floor and wrapped it around his waist before leaving the room. Gibbs cursed, picking up the towel off the bed and quickly cleaning himself before grabbing a pair of boxers and following McGee.