Wednesday: Dreams

[aurilly]

Today's theme is dreams. What do your favorite characters or actors dream about? Each other? Could be angsty dreaming about a lost loved one, or could be total crack dreaming about flying girl scout cookies. Or a fluffy daydream. Or maybe a prophetic dream. Or a scary nightmare. Anything that floats your boat.

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Nervous, Gibbs/Palmer, NC-17

[pipisafoat]

He locked the bathroom door behind him and slumped against it, unsteady fingers fumbling with the front of his pants. Finally, finally, he pulled himself and wrapped his fist around his aching erection.

"Palmer."

Jimmy spun around. "Agent Gibbs! Doctor Mallard is at lunch right now, but he, uh, left a folder... somewhere... oh, no... maybe it's on his desk... I don't..."

"Don't hurt yourself," Gibbs said, going to Ducky's desk and finding the folder for himself.

"Yes, sir. I don't. I mean, I won't, sir."

Gibbs paused in the door. "Don't sir me, and stop being so nervous. You've been here almost five years now and you're still pissing yourself when I walk in the room. Get over it or you'll never be my ME."

He rubbed his thumb over the tip of his dick, moaning and sliding to the floor. Gibbs' ME... He squeezed just under the head of his cock and muffled his yell with his other hand, head thumping back against the door. Christ. Not that he wanted Ducky to leave, but if that job became his...

Gibbs thrust into Jimmy. "Do continue, Doctor."

"As you can see, the bullet broke this rib and then lodged in his lung. Shift your hips a bit right to find the prostate. His death was slow and painful, or it would have been, if they hadn't shot him in the temple soon after."

"I wonder if he was nervous?" Gibbs mused, shifting his hips as requested.

Jimmy chuckled. "I wouldn't have been in that situation."

"No, you wouldn't. You're never nervous anymore. I told you I didn't bite."

Jimmy turned his head and looked over his shoulder at Gibbs. "Unless I ask you to."

As the Gibbs in his fantasy bit into his shoulder, the Jimmy in the bathroom spilled over his hand with a loud groan. He imagined Gibbs coming in his ass, there in Autopsy, with the whole team watching. He thought about Gibbs kissing him, pulling out, and going to see Abby freshly-fucked.

As he cleaned himself up and headed back to Autopsy, he studiously didn't think about the fact that in his fantasy, he had a British accent.

Re: Nervous, Gibbs/Palmer, NC-17

[utterlystrange]

Oh my god this is amazing thank you SO MUCH. ESPECIALLY THE LAST LINE <3

Re: Nervous, Gibbs/Palmer, NC-17

[pipisafoat]

Wow, what a reception! Glad you liked it so much! (As for the last line, I couldn't resist. It could mean so many things!)

Re: Nervous, Gibbs/Palmer, NC-17

[daria234]

HA! Agree about the last line - great fic.

Re: Nervous, Gibbs/Palmer, NC-17

[pipisafoat]

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!