Chrysalis | By : Leydhawk Category: M through R > NCIS Views: 5345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N Chapter specific warnings Plot, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Fingering
Chapter Five: Orders are OrdersGetting away from work without being on call for a whole two days was an incredible treat. Tim approached Vance and requested it with his face carefully neutral, but their eyes met and the kindness in Leon's big brown ones made Tim's lips twitch into a smile. He came out of the Director's office trying to suppress it, since the treat will be a surprise. The team is finishing paperwork, and Tim takes a call from autopsy mid morning. Jimmy wants to go to lunch with him. Tim agrees, and suggests they get sandwiches to go and sit in the park. He knows what Jimmy wants to talk about. They choose a bench in an out of the way section of the park, and Tim keeps himself alert for anyone within hearing range. They quietly eat their sandwiches, then Tim relaxes back with his legs out and sips his drink. "Okay, Jimmy. Ask.""I don't think I have any, um, questions. The-the video-" He blushes. "The video was pretty clear.""...so?""I guess I just want to tell you... I'm really hurt, Tim. And really jealous.""Hm. Hurt? Why?"Jimmy fiddles with the wrapper from his sandwich. The usual brightness of his eternally optimistic spirit is clouded. Tim finds himself wanting to soothe him, to protect and care for him. But there's something about the sensation that's different from anything he's felt before. It's knowing that there's something Jimmy needs that isn't what he wants. "Leon... He...""Fucked me? Is that the problem?"Jimmy ducks his head. "I-I-I think he... Wants you...""Jimmy, he did it for you.""What? To punish me? What did I do? He never said-"Tim holds up a hand to command Jimmy to stop talking, and he instantly falls silent. "He wants you to be free."Jimmy jumps to his feet and stands there trembling. "Free?! He's releasing me? No!""Sit!" Tim orders. Jimmy obeys. "Free from anything that holds you back. That's what Gibbs does for me. He gets deep into my head and shines light on my shame and pain so I can be free. That's what the other night was about."Jimmy's crying, tears dripping from under his glasses, and Tim understands himself in a new way. This is why he and Jimmy are submissives. They can't get to their pain by themselves; they need a Dom to find it for them."Jimmy... I will be there for you."Jimmy's eyes widen for a moment before the idea of Tim with him can reach his conscious mind. Then his repressed self supplies him with an interpretation that works for him. Tim is there to talk to, to support him. "Thanks, Tim."Tim smiles and ruffles his hair. He really hopes Leon will help him the way Gibbs has helped Tim. On their drive home that night, Tim tries not to let Gibbs know that he's the one who arranged for their free weekend. He nearly head slaps himself for trying, though, when it becomes apparent that Gibbs knows. Of course. "Did you have a plan for us, babe?" Gibbs asks as they bring the takeout food inside and settle at the table to eat dinner. "I was hoping for some play time in the basement," Tim confesses. Gibbs nods and watches him. He suddenly stops eating and sets his utensils down. "You get it. You understand."Tim admits he talked to Jimmy and a lot of ideas clicked into place. Gibbs becomes wary. "The best Doms were once subs," he says. Tim nods. "I'm guessing... Mike Franks?" Tim says. He's thought it through, and while he can imagine Diane as a Dom, he can't see her as the kind like Gibbs and Vance; using the games to heal. And with Shannon, Gibbs didn't have an enormous wound that needed healing. Tim figures they were wonderfully warm and vanilla. "You're so fucking smart. Why didn't you figure your own shit out?"Tim hears the concern in Gibbs' voice, though he knows the older man is trying to hide it. He puts his hand on Gibbs' clenched fist. "Sweetheart, I love you, and I will always need you. None of the things we've done have just been a means to an end. I will always be grateful to you for helping to free me from my past, but my future is still with you."Gibbs' eyes snap and lock on his, and Tim lets himself fill with the emotions of adoration and promise, hoping his lover will see them in his gaze. Gibbs chuckles and shakes his head. "Alright, then. Y'know, it's been a really long time since I subbed."It's Tim's turn to stare. "I'd submit to you, Tim. When you're ready.""I...""You're not there yet, babe, but you will be. Just once helping with Jimmy might send you over the top.""So, you'd be okay with me helping with Jimmy?""That was the plan with Leon all along."Tim nodded. "I'm ready. But I still want to try playing, just us, like we have been, if that's okay,""Hell yeah. Any requests?"Tim blushes. He has a fantasy he wants to share, wants Gibbs to create for him, but this is his first time confessing without Gibbs dragging it out of him. Equals. They're equals. Tim can tell Gibbs anything, and it's all okay. "R-rape fantasy," he says hoarsely, stammering only a little. Gibbs grins. He loves letting himself go, releasing his aggression. "That takes a lot of trust.""There's no one I trust more."Nodding, Gibbs begins eating again. Tim isn't, though, he's waiting. Watching. "Tomorrow. I'll spend this evening getting things ready."Tim sighs in relief and goes back to his food. But his stomach flutters at the thought of what's to come. Jesus, to be forced, to have a man just use him, without all the loving preparation he's used to... He has to rearrange himself in his pants as he stiffens. Tim's glassy eyes are looking across the room, but Gibbs knows what he's seeing, what he's imagining. He smirks. This is gonna be fun. "I don't want to go totally into subspace," Tim says finally, as they're washing up. Gibbs raised his eyebrows. "Don't get me wrong, giving up control to you completely and going deep is..." He shivered. "It's magnificent. I still want to do that in the future. But for this, well, it seems to me that the point is for me to feel...everything. The fear and excitement, the p-pain..."Gibbs smiles. It looks like a predator showing his teeth. "Oh, yeah. There will be pain." Tim shudders and shifts again. He can feel his underwear getting a damp spot. Gibbs laughs aloud at his expression. "We're gonna need a yellow and a red safe word. And a visual of the same. You might end up gagged."Tim steps away and sits down heavily in one of the kitchen chairs. He unfastens his fly to give his erection room. "I may not be able to sleep tonight you've got me so horny," he confesses. Gibbs laughs again. "Red safe word is still 'binary', but what do you want for yellow?""Half-life.""Okay. And if you're unable to speak, I will put something in your hand. You need me to slow down or stop, you drop the item. Clear?""Yes.""Good.""So..." Tim smiles crookedly and glances significantly at his crotch. "You gonna let me have some relief here or do I have to wait until tomorrow?"Gibbs cocks his head and considers. He loves how comfortable Tim is being with his sexual needs. "I don't know if I could be... Gentle. You're getting me in the mood to not be.""Fuck, babe, you've got me wanting my fantasy tonight!"Gibbs is tempted. Tim looks so ready to be bent over and fucked hard. But if he does it tonight he risks Tim being too sore for the base, animalistic, rough scenario he's concocting. He shakes his head. He wants to be able to make Tim scream tomorrow, so he'll have to take it easy tonight. The hopeful look on Tim's face falls and he pouts playfully. "You're not usually so much on delaying gratification, my love. You must be planning something spectacular."Gibbs just smiles and pulls Tim into the living room. He draws the drapes and settles Tim on the sofa, then drags the armchair over so it's directly across from him and sits down. "We each do ourselves tonight. But we have to do whatever the other says to."Tim's eyes light up. "Okay! Take your shirts off."Gibbs chuckles and does as he's told. "Strip. All the way."Tim rises and pulls his shirt off, tossing it on top of where Gibbs dropped his. Then he turns his back and peels his pants and underwear down slowly, bending over so his ass is presented to Gibbs, who groans theatrically. "Such a tease," he says. Tim gives a saucy wink and then sits down fully nude onto the couch. Gibbs smiles. "God, you're beautiful, babe.""Show me," Tim replies, nodding to Gibbs' clothing. Without playfulness or fanfare, the older man stands, unfastens and lets his trousers fall. He steps out and kicks them aside, then sits back down, knees wide, his fat cock standing at attention. Tim grins. "Oh, yeah. Fist it, babe. You look amazing."Gibbs does as he's told and starts a leisurely rubbing of his palm up and down his erection. "Now-""My turn." Gibbs interrupts. "You're gonna finger yourself. Suck on two fingers and get 'em real wet and slick."Tim's breathing speeds up and he licks his lips before he sensuously draws his first two digits between them. His eyelids droop to half mast and he stares into his lover's intent gaze. It's amazingly arousing to watch Gibbs watch him. Laying slumped down against the couch back, Tim moves his feet so his heels are up by his ass and he lets his knees sag further open. Cupping his balls and holding them to one side, he then withdraws his fingers from his mouth and immediately starts rubbing the saliva from the tips onto his pucker, dipping in slightly. "Quit fucking teasing. Do it," Gibbs orders. Tim bites his lip and pushes both fingers into his ass, his back involuntarily arching. The groan from Gibbs only makes him hotter, and Tim starts working himself; stretching his opening, twisting his fingers, and hunching so he can shove them in further. "God, yes! Go for it, baby. And squeeze your balls, too, just a little, just until it's uncomfortable. Yeah..."Tim is already writhing, wanting to come. His eyes have closed and he's whimpering. He's gorgeous and Gibbs wants to give in and go to him and lunge into him and fuck him hard. But the fantasy Tim asked for holds him back. He can't deny Tim the first scenario he's voluntarily requested, so he gasps his lover's name and Tim's amazing, lust glazed eyes meet his and see his need. "Oh! Oh, Gibbs... Pinch your nipple... Pinch it hard, the way I know you like it. Let me hear you moan..."Gibbs obeys and a moan rips from his lips as Tim's part and he cries out when his fingers rub his prostate. "Honey! Oh, Gibbs... Please! Please, can I beat off? God, I'm so hot. I want you so bad," Tim begs. "No way. You're too sexy like this; needing it, needing release. If you get close, tug your balls; hard enough to slow you down."Tim groans. He shoves his fingers in and rides them, fucking himself. "Oh! Oh, god..."Gibbs is shaking. He wants to come. He wants Tim to come. But he draws it out, for both of them. Stroking his own cock, he thumbs the head and suppresses another groan. "Tim. Oh, Timmy... Fuck. You're so sexy, baby.""Mmm. Gibbs. I wanna see you come, please...""What else, Timmy? What else do you want me to do?"Tim swallows hard. "Show me how you like me to play with your balls, sweetheart," he gasps. "I wish I was over there sucking on them. I love tasting your nuts, rolling them around with my tongue."Gibbs does as he says, fingering his sack, stroking his fingers like Tim does with his tongue. "Yes! Baby, please, let me touch my cock. Let me come!""Oh yeah... Grab your cock. Hold the head in your fingers. Hold it tight, hon. Squeeze. Squeeze it, baby. Harder!""Aahh!!" Tim cries out, closing his eyes. The stimulation is extreme, inside and right on his most sensitive part. "Gibbs! Please, I want you to come! Let me suck your cock and swallow your hot come! Let me make you howl!""You telling me to come?" Gibbs is stroking faster, anticipating the command. "Yes! Come for me, Gibbs! Come all over your chest...""Ngh!" Gibbs lets the hot pulses spew across his own body and shudders in pleasure. As soon as he can open his eyes, still shaking with his final spurts, he shouts at Tim. "Come! Now, Tim!"Tim lets go and he erupts into his palm, pressing hard on his prostate and whining in soft mewls as he spasms. "Oh! Mmph! Unn! Gibbs!"They both slump back, panting and staring at each other. Gibbs has never loved Tim more, and Tim's eyes shine with the gratitude and love he feels for his partner. After they clean up, Gibbs sends Tim upstairs to do whatever he wants until it's time to go to sleep. Then he gathers some cleaning supplies and goes down to the basement to make ready for tomorrow's adventure. ~D/s~
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