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The Second Side of a Silver Dollar	By : Siberian Category: M through R > NCIS Views: 3570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I wrote this story soley for entertainment. No profit is being made and all rights belong to whoever is associated with the show NCIS and the characters. I don’t know their names, but I’m sure they know who they are.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 6
- 7
- 8
Acknowledgements: Thank you to Cowgirl65 for another wonderful review! I’m so happy to hear that you liked the way I portrayed Gibbs. I could really see him reacting this way when he is in love. I’m also happy to hear you thought the sex scene was hot. I hope it was worth the wait. ;D
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Gibbs was awakened from a deep sleep by gentle kisses on his lips. Blinking slowly he was able to get his eyes to focus. McGee smiled at him before leaning down to press another kiss onto his mouth. “Good morning Jethro.” Gibbs tightened his hold on the younger man as he pulled away slightly. It was only at this point that he realized at some point in the night they had changed position. Gibbs was on his back with part of McGee’s back pressed to his chest. He leaned forward to kiss McGee’s ear before relaxing back into the warm furs. The comfort of the moment didn’t last as McGee attempted to pull away. Gibbs automatically tightened his hold to pull him back against his chest. McGee laughed slightly before trying again.
Gibbs let him try but kept him in place. “Jethro let me up. I want to get some food.” Gibbs cracked open an eye to meet McGee’s gaze. There was laughter still in his tone, but Gibbs could tell he was serious. “’M comfortable.” McGee barely contained his smile. “But I’m hungry.” Gibbs growled roughly as he relented and released his lover the warmth of McGee’s body rolling away an instant later. Gibbs let himself mumble irritable nonsense into the pillow until McGee pressed himself against Gibbs’ chest. He opened his eyes a little surprised to see a plate in between them. McGee rested against him while he munched away on some fruit. Gibbs wasn’t hungry until he saw the food but now that it was under his nose his appetite had returned.
He reached out planning to sneak away a piece of the fruit. McGee was more observant then Gibbs realized and moved the plate out of his grasp. “This is my breakfast. If you’re hungry the food’s over there.” McGee used a hand to wave vaguely in the direction of the food. Gibbs paused for a minute before raising an eyebrow. “I’m really hungry too. Won’t you share?” McGee took a bite of some bread giving Gibbs a look that started to edge toward humorous. “No this is my food. I don’t share.” Suddenly McGee lifted a glass from seemingly nowhere and took a long drink. His eyes watching Gibbs like a hawk to make sure he didn’t try another sneak attack. Gibbs sighed loudly looking forlorn.
“I’m too comfortable to move. I guess it’s just my fate to starve.” Gibbs watched McGee out of the corner of his eye as he pretended to stare at the wall. The younger man’s partially hidden face crinkling in all the places that indicated he hid a smile behind the cup. Gibbs only looked down again when he felt something pressed to his mouth. He met McGee’s laughing eyes as he opened his mouth to let McGee feed him a grape. He let his lips wrap around the tips of McGee’s fingers and moved against them a little longer than necessary. His lover withdrew before reaching down for another piece of fruit to repeat the process. After two more bites of food Gibbs reached down to return the favor; his fingers rubbing McGee’s lips slightly as he withdrew to get more food.
McGee handed him the cup when he’d swallowed a small chunk of bread and Gibbs watched his lover studiously as he drank down the wine. He handed the cup back when he was done and they continued feeding each other until the plate was empty. McGee moved once more at that to put both of the dishes back onto the table before returning to Gibbs’ side. Once McGee settled down again he reached up to skim his fingers over the surface of Gibbs’ face. The exploring touch eventually ended up leaving his face to play at the longer hair on the top of his head. “It’s so strange.” Gibbs only continued when McGee didn’t. “What is?” McGee laughed softly before letting his hand fall away to land on Gibbs’ chest. “Seeing you without your hat.”
Gibbs chuckled. “Well it’s never far away.” Proving his point Gibbs reached up past their heads to retrieve the worn black hat. He examined it a moment taking in the new wear marks before looking to McGee with a considering look. “I think it’s time we got you a hat Tim.” McGee gave him a strange look. “Why would I need a hat?” Gibbs smiled as he leaned up on an elbow. “You’re traveling with outlaws now and all bandits need a good hat.” Gibbs reached out to plop his hat on McGee’s head. “See it looks great on you. The stuff of wanted posters.” McGee smiled brightly using his hand to steady the hat before leaning up to meet Gibbs. “You’re too funny mister.” The young man leaned in then to kiss him softly.
When McGee pulled back he looked more serious. His eyes looking a little dilated. “When are we due back?” Gibbs had to catch his breath. He’d seen many looks on his lover; shy, embarrassed, uncertain, aroused, and more recently ecstasy. What he hadn’t seen was sexy. In this moment that was just the look McGee wore. It looked good on him. Gibbs could get used to seeing it. He finally found his voice after a few deep breaths. “We have time.” He leaned forward to connect their mouths before rolling quickly. McGee gasped before pulling away looking down at Gibbs confused; the hat along with the sexy look being lost in the movement, McGee’s doubt creeping into his features at the unknown tactic.
Gibbs was lying on his back with McGee straddling his waist. He lifted his hands up to settle on McGee’s hips the callused palms gently stroking his skin. “This position will be easier for you. I am guessing you’re still sore from last night.” A bright blush greeted his comment but McGee mumbled a response. “It’s not that bad.” Gibbs bent his legs so that McGee’s body was cradled a little more on his hips, the movement also made their bodies align together a little more. “I want you to ride me. It will help you control how fast we go.” McGee looked down not meeting his eyes; his embarrassment taking over his doubts. “I don’t know how.” Gibbs spoke in a soothing manner still keeping up the stroking. “I’m going to guide you.”
McGee nodded slightly and sat still waiting for instruction. “Are you still wet?” Even as he asked Gibbs moved one hand to feel between McGee’s legs. His lover nodded shakily even as he felt the slickness still present with his fingertips. Gibbs massaged the area to help McGee relax before pushing a finger inside. McGee closed his eyes tensing up slightly before relaxing within moments. Gibbs was happy it would go a little easier this time. McGee had been too tense last night. Letting his finger push deep he quickly inserted another when he realized McGee was already loosening. He scissored his fingers against the constricting walls and grinned when McGee started to thrust down slightly.
He looked up to watch McGee’s face as he entered a third finger. There was a brief flash of discomfort at the stretch but the look disappeared quickly. McGee kept his eyes closed as Gibbs finished stretching him; the younger man focusing all of his efforts on relaxing. Once that was done Gibbs withdrew his fingers watching McGee’s hips try to follow their retreat. McGee opened his eyes then to see what to do next. Gibbs looked toward the table. “Can you reach the oil?” McGee didn’t respond just reached over to grab the oil. Gibbs took the jar from him then poured a generous amount into his hand. He handed the bottle back to McGee who silently put it back on the table.
Without preamble he gripped his arousal to smear the oil over its surface. Gibbs let his mind blank as he covered the appendage. He didn’t want anything to prevent him from his end goal. A groan from above drew his gaze up. McGee watched his movements avidly the need clear in his darkened eyes. Gibbs moved his hand away with a grunt before reaching up to grip McGee’s hips again. McGee let himself be maneuvered until Gibbs was able to get him into position. He let the tip of his member rest against McGee’s body for a moment to let him relax first before pushing him down. McGee cried out as the crown breached the outer layer of muscle his hands burying themselves in Gibbs’ chest hair.
Gibbs waited for the new tension to leave his lover’s body. McGee opened his eyes, which had closed when he’d been breached, looking upward as he tried to breathe. Gibbs knew he shouldn’t look downward but he couldn’t resist the temptation. The image of himself partially buried in McGee’s body with his lover’s trembling thighs barely holding himself up even with the help of Gibbs’ tight grasp on his hips was almost his undoing. He forced his gaze away to settle on McGee’s chest. Slowly the heaving decreased until the breathing became a more normal pace. Gibbs felt as McGee attempted to push downward again. Using his lover’s hips as an anchor he helped to steady McGee.
It took long moments to achieve but eventually McGee’s backside rested against his groin. A great puff of breath shuddered out of McGee’s chest when he finally stopped moving. Gibbs waited until McGee seemed ready before suggesting more. “Are you ready to move?” McGee nodded meeting his gaze. Gibbs used his tight hold to gently nudge McGee into motion. The younger man picked up the rhythm and started to rock back onto Gibbs member. They continued like that for awhile just enjoying the sensation of their bodies sliding together. It wasn’t until the slight rhythm of McGee’s hips became uneven that Gibbs guided him into a faster pace.
Using his hands to guide and steady his lover he pulled McGee slightly off his erection. “Tim, use your thighs to push up.” McGee’s hands tightened in the loose curls on his chest as he complied, a moan escaping McGee’s mouth as he sank back down onto Gibbs’ member. Once they fell into the new rhythm McGee pulled up even more until his body was easily taking in Gibbs’ manhood. It was only at this point, when Gibbs could feel himself slipping in easily, that he started to thrust upward on McGee’s downward strokes. McGee’s grip on his chest hair became painful at the move. A wet strangled sound accompanying the tightening grip. Gibbs kept his hands in place to steady them both.
He watched McGee closely trying to keep his breathing calm; the hot wet grip of McGee’s body making it hard to restrain his climax. Gibbs’ grip had started to slip on McGee’s hips when the younger man stopped moving. He had his eyes closed again, his body covered in sweat, and he was the perfect example of frustration. “Jethro I can’t…I need to….I.” Gibbs reacted quickly when he saw McGee’s hand move toward his own leaking erection. He snatched the hand before it could make contact. McGee sobbed as Gibbs captured his hand. Gibbs quickly made a decision. Tensing his muscles he sat upward using the motion to push McGee onto his back. Gibbs released his grip on McGee’s body once he was hovering over him.
His right hand gripped McGee’s left calf pushing the limb down and over. His left hand found its way into the fur’s above McGee’s right shoulder. Gibbs found McGee’s eyes before positioning his thighs and starting to thrust forward. A shout was given in response; McGee’s entrance squeezing around him almost painfully. Gibbs maintained eye contact knowing that McGee was struggling to keep his eyes open. The glittering dark orbs only being revealed by slitted eyelids. The second thrust had McGee scrambling to grab something for purchase. His right hand eventually wrapped around Gibbs’ wrist above his shoulder, his left reaching out far away from their bodies to twist in the furs. Gibbs thrust deeply never changing the fast pace.
They were both on edge at this point and it was obvious that McGee needed to come. The pleasure would soon start to turn into pain. When the combination of angle and pressure still didn’t seem to be enough Gibbs pressed more of his weight downward. Gibbs gritted his teeth at the motion trying to hold back. The slight shift had pressed him in deeper, spread McGee’s legs farther apart, and buried more of his erection inside his lover’s body all in one movement. Just as he was hoping it was enough. McGee’s whole body jerked before he screamed Gibbs name into the small space. Gibbs was only able to watch McGee’s come splashing against his belly for a moment before he erupted inside his lover.
With a loud growl he stilled as his release filled McGee’s body. He started thrusting shallowly when his muscles loosened enough for him to move again. McGee was still in the throes of his orgasm his body loosening and tightening in spasms. The passage he was still buried in contracting hard around his steadily flagging erection. Gibbs only stopped thrusting when his member started to feel over sensitized. The small pushes causing McGee to shiver in continued bursts of sensation until he withdrew. He stayed above McGee for a moment trying to catch his breath. He looked down at the other man trying to do the same.
It was only then that he realized at some point during their orgasms’ McGee had turned his face toward Gibbs wrist to place his lips where their skin met. Gibbs reached down to run a hand through the sweat soaked honey colored hair before letting himself fall beside McGee on the bedding. For a long time neither of them moved. The heat radiating from their bodies keeping them apart so they could cool down. Eventually though Gibbs felt the bedding move as McGee slid over weakly to rest against his chest. “Do we have to go back? Can we stay here forever?” Gibbs smiled although McGee couldn’t see the expression. Using just enough energy to move his head he kissed the top of McGee’s head.
“I mean don’t get me wrong. I’ll miss the others, but this is very nice.” Gibbs let his hand slide up and down McGee’s left arm. His lover smiled against his chest before running a hand down his ribs. A peaceful silence descended and it wasn’t long before Gibbs started to drift to sleep. He had just closed his eyes, grinning softly when McGee’s hands returned to play in his chest hair, when the younger man started to speak. The subject matter putting him in a foul mood as quickly as it eliminated any drowsiness. “Jethro, I’ve been thinking about this problem with my father.” Gibbs’ jaw tightened. Warren McGee was the last thing he wanted to think about right now. The man had been absent from his mind for two days. It was a record for him and Gibbs had no desire to break it just yet.
“I don’t want to talk about that now.” Gibbs hated that the hand at his chest stilled but he stood firm. “I’m not trying to upset you. I just wondered if your revenge had to be death. I know a way you could make him suffer far worse.” Gibbs really didn’t want to talk about this subject but he couldn’t deny that he was intrigued. “What do you have in mind?” The stroking started again as though McGee was more at ease now that he knew Gibbs wasn’t angry. “My father loves his money more than anything. Almost all of his fortune is tied up in properties that he mortgages. I think I might know where he’s hidden the deeds.” McGee paused only briefly before continuing. Not leaving enough time for Gibbs to reply.
“There is an old mining town called Tumbleweed Gulch that’s been abandoned for years. It’s where my mother is buried. We used to live there when I was born. My father still visits the town a few times a year. He says that he’s going to visit my mother but I know he’s lying. He’s never really been the sentimental type. I could be wrong but I think the deeds are hidden somewhere in town.” McGee leaned up to look at Gibbs. “Would that be enough for you?” Gibbs kept his expression neutral so that he could get a read on McGee’s intentions. “Why are you so concerned? Do you love your father that much?” McGee looked toward the fur seeming almost sad.
“I have no love for my father. I know I shouldn’t feel that way. He has taken care of me for years, but it’s hard to love him.” Gibbs felt his teeth grinding in his effort to stay silent. McGee owed nothing to his father; the least of which his love. “I’m telling you this because I’m afraid you’re going to get hurt.” McGee looked up then his hand rising to gently touch his cheek. “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you. I love you so much.” Gibbs’ eyes widened just a little but it was enough to make McGee pause. Suddenly the younger man’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d said. Gibbs watched dismayed as he jerked away from Gibbs bracing for some sort of pain.
Whether it was physical or emotional Gibbs wasn’t sure but regardless it ticked him off. He reached out to embrace McGee pushing aside any weak efforts to push him away. “Hey it’s okay. I love you too.” Gibbs had wanted to say it for some time now but had been too afraid. Loving someone normally meant losing them. McGee looked at him in surprise. “You…?” Gibbs nodded looking uncomfortable. “Yeah, I do.” When McGee smiled any buried fear he had of any type of rejection vanished. Gibbs could say without a doubt that McGee had never looked happier. The younger man framed his face in his hands before leaning in to kiss him softly. Gibbs wrapped his arms around McGee gently reciprocating. It didn’t surprise him that he silently echoed McGee’s wish to stay here forever.
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McGee stood looking at the vacant desert completely distraught. He turned around to look at the rest of the group offering a silent apology. He had dragged them out to Tumbleweed Gulch for absolutely nothing. It was only a matter of days after returning from the romantic setting Gibbs had set up that they’d hit the trail. Gibbs had told everyone of the new plan to even his score with Warren McGee and after a week’s travel they arrived in Tumbleweed Gulch. Or at least what used to be Tumbleweed Gulch. The town was gone. The only thing in the dry desert being the cemetery decorated sparsely with half dead trees. McGee had been sure this was where his father was hiding his deeds. He felt like such a fool.
‘Father was right. I am worthless. I can’t even help Gibbs by giving him information.’ A hand settled on his shoulder trying to offer comfort. McGee couldn’t face Gibbs. He was just too ashamed. “Tim it’s alright. You told me from the beginning it was just a hunch.” McGee nodded not trusting his voice to be steady. “We need to head back so we can make camp before dark.” McGee turned to head to the horse when Gibbs stopped him by stepping in front of him. “Why don’t we go visit your mother first?” McGee smiled slightly at the gesture but knew it was a waste of time. His mother had been dead for years. In truth he barely knew her. “It’s okay Jethro. It’s not really neces..” Gibbs interrupted him gently. “I want to meet her.”
McGee nodded before heading toward the cemetery that seemed adrift amid a sea of sand. As he walked past the group he heard Gibbs let the other’s know that they would meet them back at the camp shortly. McGee searched the cemetery briefly before finding her headstone. He looked at the weathered stone and let his eyes trace the inscription. ‘Here lies Lily Virginia McGee beloved wife and mother.’ McGee leaned back into Gibbs when he felt himself wrapped in the other man’s arms. “Mother this is Jethro; Jethro my mother.” The embrace tightened slightly in silent support. “It’s nice to meet you Mrs. McGee.” McGee felt Gibbs’ lips brush the shell of his ear just before he whispered. “Lily is a lovely name.”
McGee couldn’t help but smile at that. “It suited her. She was beautiful. I have a photo of her in my things. Remind me when we get back to Ducky’s and I’ll show you what she looked like.” Gibbs nodded maintaining his hold for a few more moments before pulling away. “We need to head back.” McGee turned to him somewhat with a smile. He was grateful for the support. Gibbs had a bigger soft spot then most people would ever know. He counted himself lucky to be one among the few. He was just turning away from the headstone fully before something caught his eye. He turned back toward the headstone looking down the side. There was a large crack that ran from the top to halfway down the headstone on both sides.
“I’m going to need to come back at some point and replace this headstone. It’s ready to fall apart.” Gibbs stepped closer looking at the crack he was still examining. Gibbs’ eyes narrowed before he leaned down for a closer look. McGee stood up, ready to go, but noticed that Gibbs seemed as though he was puzzling something out. “What wrong?” Gibbs started feeling along the crack. “There’s something wrong about this tombstone.” Before McGee could ask any more questions Gibbs grabbed a sturdy piece of wood and had started to try to wedge it in the crack. “What are you doing?! Jethro this is my mother’s grave!” Gibbs looked up briefly to give him a soft look. “I know. I just need to check something. I think this crack is man made.”
McGee was still a little upset but slightly placated at Gibbs’ reassurance. “How can you tell?” Gibbs shrugged leaning against the wood heavily. “You notice these things when you’re out in the wild as much as I am.” McGee stood by uncomfortably watching Gibbs. He was just opening his mouth to suggest that he wait by the horse when his mother’s head stone opened. The stone had been cut into and a spot hollowed out to fit a ledger. Gibbs pulled the book out of the designated niche. When he opened it he smiled before looking up to McGee with a triumphant look. “This ledger contains all the information on your father’s mortgages.” Gibbs looked back down as he flipped through the pages.
“Where the properties are located, the renters, the amount still owed, everything.” Gibbs stopped on a section and held it up so that McGee could see loose official looking documents. “Including the properties deeds.” Gibbs got to his feet and walked over to stand in front of McGee. “You were right. They were here all along.” McGee stood dazed trying to process that they’d succeeded. “I was right. I can’t believe it.” Gibbs smiled broadly before wrapping McGee in an embrace to deliver a solid kiss to his lips. McGee smiled briefly before the expression fell away. “I can’t believe he did that to my mother’s headstone.” It disturbed him that his father would disrupt her final resting place.
“Hey, once this is over we’ll come back and replace it.” McGee smiled softly at his lover. ‘How did I get so lucky?’ He leaned forward to lay his forehead against Gibbs’ neck. “Thank you.” Gibbs gave him a brief squeeze before pulling away. “We need to get back to the others. It’s getting late.” McGee took the ledger when Gibbs held it out and headed toward the horse. He paused a moment later when he realized Gibbs wasn’t following him. Looking back he saw Gibbs pushing the headstone back into place and making sure nothing was disturbed. The warm feeling that settled into his bones lasted the rest of the night.
TBC...
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