Fic: Paradox of Love 13/? Slash, FR21
It was the sunlight streaming through the window that woke Gibbs, surprised that he'd slept that late. His second surprise was that he was alone in the bed. Not believing that he'd slept through both Tony and Tim getting out of bed, he listened carefully for any sign of where they were. He heard the sound of the shower, which sounded like an excellent idea and he rolled out of bed. The bathroom door was open and Tony was drying off when Gibbs arrived. He peered in, but there was no sign of McGee.
Tony grinned then started drying his hair. "Man, you slept hard. Any harder and we'd have thought you were dead. Tim's getting breakfast started."
The smell of coffee was drifting through the cabin and as Tony left, Gibbs quickly took care of business and jumped in the shower. He still couldn't believe how well he'd slept, he hadn't had a night's rest like that since... Shaking his head, he decided not to pursue that line of thought. After wrapping the towel around his waist he left the bathroom to find Tony quietly watching Tim in the kitchen.
It was a sight to see. Except for the apron, he was stark naked, the ties dangling enticingly over his butt as he bounced around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients. Gibbs was just about to suggest to Tony that they convince him to lose the apron when Tim set a cast iron skillet on the stove and poured oil in it.
Not wanting the balance of their weekend to be curtailed by a badly placed burn, Gibbs didn't say anything as he settled in next to Tony and they watched as Tim beat the ricotta cheese together with eggs, flour and assorted other powdered ingredients. Gibbs thought he recognized some nutmeg, only because he remembered seeing Ducky grate some for eggnog one year.
Tim didn't give any indication that he knew he had an audience until he was dropping the first of the dough balls in the hot oil. "If you guys want breakfast in bed, you'd better get those sheets changed."
Tony didn't hesitate and Gibbs smirked as Tim grinned over his shoulder at the two of them. Amused at the balance of power that bounced between the two men, Gibbs followed Tony to help change the bedding. Tony was just wadding up the sheets as Gibbs arrived.
"Let me put these in the hamper, then I'll grab some clean sheets." Tony walked out of the bedroom and across into the bathroom and a moment later Gibbs heard him call out. "Uh, Tim?"
Curious, Gibbs stepped into the bathroom behind him. Tony had the small linen closet in the corner of the bathroom open, but instead of the expected laundry hamper, there was a compact, stacked washer and dryer. Tim's voice drifted down the short hallway.
"Now you know which one of us usually picks up the dirty clothes around here."
Gibbs laughed as Tony blushed a bit and dropped the sheets in the washer before returning to the kitchen.
"That's been there all weekend?"
"No, Tony, I snuck it in while you were putting the canned food away."
"Funny."
"I thought it was." Gibbs sailed past him and reached for one of the freshly made donuts, only to get his hand slapped.
This time it was Tony's turn to laugh at the disgruntled expression on Gibbs' face. "They're not done until the cook says they're done."
"That's right, so stay out of them and pour the coffee if you want to be helpful."
Tony waved his hands, trying to get the conversation back on track. "Umm, washer?"
Tim fished the last batch out of the oil and started sprinkling all of them with powdered sugar. "Do you enjoy lugging dirty laundry back with us every time?"
"Well, no."
"Then why are you complaining?" Tim rolled his eyes and explained the rest. "Delivery out this far was going to be a fortune, but five appliances made it free. That almost paid for the washer and dryer."
"Five?" Looking around, Tony started counting. "Okay, washer and dryer, that's two. Fridge and stove, that's four. What's the fifth?"
Gibbs had already noticed it and was grinning. Tony followed his line of sight and realized that one of the cabinets next to the sink looked different. "A dishwasher? Really?" He walked over to take a better look and saw that he was correct, there was a small dishwasher with a front panel designed to match the kitchen cabinets. "All right."
"Looks like you've got all the comforts of home."
"Better than home. Neither one of us have laundry in our apartments. All we're missing out here is internet."
At Tony's comment, Gibbs looked over at Tim, who shrugged. "It's kinda nice to be unplugged for a change. I could get a satellite hook up, but then I'd always be checking my work email or running searches for cold cases."
"You do that from home now?" Initiative was great, but Gibbs was worried about him burning out.
"Sometimes, when I can't sleep." Taking a deep breath, Tim confessed the rest. "Pretty much every day that we have off unless we're out here."
"And that's why I try to get him out here every chance I can." Knowing that having Gibbs stress about it would stress out Tim, Tony tried to lighten the mood. "Enough sex and even McWork here can forget about the job for a few hours."
Sensing Tony's subtle hint, Gibbs dropped the subject, but made a silent promise to make sure the two men had more down time away from DC, with or without him. For now, though, he picked up two of the cups. "I believe somebody promised me breakfast in bed."
Tim grabbed the platter while Tony quickly doctored his coffee with cream and sugar before snagging a stack of napkins. Retreating to the bedroom, towels and aprons were tossed and they settled on the bed in a circle, the platter between them. Tim fed one to Tony, following it up with a kiss, before he repeated the same steps with Gibbs. Precedent set, they took turns feeding each other, kissing each other and licking each other's fingers.
Once they were finished, cups were set on the nightstand and they leaned back on the bed, Gibbs once again in the middle with his two boys draped over him and he thought about what they'd just eaten. Gibbs wasn't one for sweets, even the love of chocolate he'd once shared with his mother had been locked away along with her memory, but the little pastries were pretty good - rich without being overly sweet. He wouldn't mind having them again, especially instead of the dry muffins or sticky pastries that occasionally made their way to the squad room.
"How come I didn't know you could cook?"
Tim shrugged as he glanced at Tony, but the other man remained silent, wanting the story to come from Tim. "It's not really a hobby like it is for Ziva. When my dad was deployed, I'd get to cook with my mom or with my grandmother. I always enjoyed cooking, it was like a science experiment that you could eat. And now, well, when you both have to stay in the closet, you don't exactly get to go out like a normal couple. I don't cook every night, but that's our version of a date night."
Tony was looking so intently at Tim that Gibbs knew that there was more that hadn't been said. Thinking back over what had been said, he found a question. "You didn't help in the kitchen when your dad was stateside?"
"Umm, no." There was an abortive move to raise his hand, then Tim stilled. Before Gibbs could figure out what that meant, Tony scolded him lightly.
"No more secrets, remember?" Tim nodded before ducking his head down and Tony continued for him. "The scar on Tim's face? That's the result of the one time Tim tried to cook for his old man. He was nine."
"He hit you? That son-of-a-bitch hit you?" Gibbs felt Tony subtly squeeze his arm and forced himself to calm down. "I'm glad you feel comfortable cooking for Tony. Maybe one of these days the two of you can come over and you can cook for both of us."
Tim didn't raise his head but Gibbs could feel the smile against his chest. He decided to tease a bit to see if he could get that smile to grow. "Maybe I'll grill up some steaks and you can cook everything else and then we'll make Tony do the dishes." As he suspected, the grin grew wider as Tony sputtered out a protest, the laughter in his voice eliminating any real objection.
"Hey, you don't even have a dishwasher. At least Timmy here has a dishwasher. Hell, he even installed one out here for me."
Gibbs snorted, then resumed running his hands up and down their backs, drifting lower each time. "Too bad we can't figure out a way for you two to live together instead of maintaining separate apartments. What you pay in combined rent would get you a pretty nice place."
"It would be nice." Tony shifted slightly, spreading his legs for the wandering hand. "We've talked about it, but haven't come up with a decent cover story or a place that would actually work."
Gibbs had finally reached his first destination and was stroking across Tony's center. Next, he worked his other hand in between Tim's ass cheeks. "Tender?"
"No, but I know I was fucked good."
"Yeah?" Tony couldn't quite keep the smugness out of his voice. "You liked that? Looking forward to round two?"
"Sure am. Looking forward to watching Jethro take you this morning, too."
Gibbs had already figured out to let Tim do the logistical planning. "Tell us how."
Tim shifted to raise up on his knees to look down at both of them as he answered Gibbs. "On the sofa. Tony riding your cock so I can suck and lick from your balls to the tip of his cock."
"Damn."
---NCIS---
The comforter was laid out on the sofa and a pillow was on the floor for Tim's knees. Gibbs spread Tony out on the comforter, one leg thrown up onto the back of the sofa, spreading him wide. Tony had enough experience that he didn't need the extensive prep that Tim had the night before, but Gibbs wanted to make sure, so he was slowly working several fingers in Tony as Tim dripped lube on them.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, Tony? Greedy little ass going to get a real workout. My dick, Tim's mouth. You ready?"
"Fuck, yeah." Tony raised his head enough to watch Tim's nimble fingers roll a condom down Gibbs' shaft before Gibbs sat back in the corner of the sofa. Tony didn't have to ask, he just scrambled to squat over Gibbs. Tim held the thick cock and help guide Tony down onto it. Nobody moved for a moment while Tony got used to the thickness inside him, then Tim bent over and ran his tongue around the crown of Tony's cock before kissing his way down the shaft to the base. From there he sucked and licked Tony's balls before working his way down onto Gibbs and eventually to the back of his sack.
At that angle, Gibbs' cock was hitting Tony's prostate with every stroke and Tim had a perfect view of the muscles in Gibbs' arms flex as he lifted Tony up and then let him slide back down. Tim loosely sucked Tony's sack into his mouth before letting it pop back out. "You like that, Tony, don't you? Being manhandled like this? I can only lift you for so long, but I bet Jethro can go a lot longer."
In truth, they'd been going for a while now and Gibbs wasn't sure how much longer he could lift Tony's dead weight up and down on his dick. As he was debating moving enough that Tony would be able to brace his feet, Tim shifted and raised up. As Gibbs was figuring out his plan, Tim carefully placed one knee between Gibbs' legs and slid his arms under Tony's legs next to Gibbs' hands, taking some of the weight. Between Jethro and Tim, they were lifting Tony up into Tim's mouth and sliding him down onto Jethro's dick.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." It was every fantasy rolled into one as the two men he loved shared his body so completely. He felt Tim's left hand shift and a moment later his fingers were pressing up under Tony's balls, massaging his prostate from the outside as Gibbs' cock rubbed against it from the inside. "Gonna come."
Tim backed off just enough that only the head of Tony's cock was in his mouth, smiling at Tony as he did. With the double assault on Tony's prostate, Tim's tongue only made three trips around the head before Tony let out a shout.
Tony's ass clamped down on Gibbs' dick and his world went white. Riding it out, Gibbs looked down in time to see Tony unloading into McGee's mouth, Tim pulling back just far enough to cover his lips with the last spurts as he looked straight at Gibbs.
"Damn." Despite the orgasm that had hit only seconds ago, Gibbs had a very primal reaction when he saw Tony coat Tim's lips. Grabbing Tim by the back of his neck, Gibbs pulled him up to kiss him hard. Tony seemed especially turned on by the sight.
"Yeah, that's it, Jethro. Can you taste me on him?" Now that Gibbs had dragged Tim up high enough for Gibbs to ravage his mouth, Tony could feel Tim's hard cock against his thigh. "So hot."
Gibbs' hands were exploring, too, and he knew what he wanted next. "Time to have you both in my mouth."
Tony laughed as he slid off Gibbs, landing on his knees when his legs wouldn't support him. "You do realize I'm not twenty anymore, right? Might take me more than a few minutes. How about you share Tim with me right now and then we can have another go at it after lunch."
"Telling me you're getting old, DiNozzo?" Gibbs smirked and pointedly looked down as Tony who was half hard still or already, Gibbs wasn't sure which. "I bet Tim has a story that will take care of that."
While Gibbs had discovered he had a kink for voyeurism, which apparently including seeing one of his boys covered in the semen from the other, he also knew that when he got wound up, Tim thrived on telling dirty stories.
Smiling at the expression on McGee's face, Gibbs took care of the condom before leaning back, legs spread. He waved them close and after a bit of shuffling, Gibbs had each boy leaning against a leg and he was running fingers through their hair. "Tell us a story, Tim."
Tim's smile grew even wider and he rubbed his cheek on Gibbs' knee. "You know what I'm going to do the next time Tony almost gets himself killed doing something stupid?"
"I don't know, but you pick the punishment and I'll help you, okay?"
That was the right thing to say because Tim beamed at the offer, which made Tony a little nervous. "Good, because we're going to tie him up on the bed, face down, all spread out. A bunch of pillows under his chest for support that he can't rub up against anything."
Gibbs could imagine Tony suspended like that, cock bouncing in the air. "Nice."
Tim seemed pleased with the compliment. "I've got a little bullet vibrator with his name on it."
"Yeah?" Gibbs had to admit it was off to a good start.
"Yeah. Took me a long time to find one that had a tether on it, but I did."
"Why a tether?" Tony looked equally intrigued and worried.
Tim reached over and ran a finger across Tony's exposed hole, smiling as it twitched. "So we don't lose it up there."
"But," Tony had to pause and take a deep breath. "If that's in me, how are either of you going to fuck me?"
Tim rubbed his cheek against Gibbs' knee again. "We're not. While that little bullet vibe is doing its magic inside you, I'm going to pull out one of those strawberry flavored dams and work your hole with my tongue until the battery goes dead and Jethro is going to have your mouth."
To prove his point, Tim slid several fingers in and out of Tony's lips before chuckling and reaching down to tap his now hard cock. "Guess you're not so old after all, Tony."
Now it was Gibbs' turn to chuckle as he pulled them up. "Come here, you two." Still sitting on the sofa, he was at the perfect height to take his time. Above him, Tony pulled Tim's face close for a leisurely kiss while Gibbs went to work on their cocks. With one hand wrapped around both shafts, he was able to lick, suck and kiss the heads while his free hand explored. Not surprisingly, Tim's sack was heavier and pulled up tight against his body.
He released their two cocks, letting them bounce against his face, so that he had both hands to explore their bodies as he sucked one, then the other. Tony was still slick and loose, but Tim wasn't, so Gibbs stroked across their holes once before pulling back. "Tony, lube."
Tony knew that what was happening to him was being mirrored on Tim's body, so he knew what the problem was even before Gibbs pulled back. When Gibbs asked, he heavily coated the thick fingers with lube before tossing the bottle on the other end of the couch so that he could return to kissing Tim. Everything he felt, he knew was happening to Tim at the same time. "Is that good, babe?
"Oh, yeah. Gonna come, soon."
"Yeah." Tony felt Gibbs finger curve enough to rake across his prostate just as Tim cried out and he felt a hot splash across his belly. Tony followed a few seconds later and the two men collapsed onto the sofa on each side of Gibbs and the three of them slowly kissed and caught their breath.
"Damn."
"Oh, yeah."
Gibbs just smiled and pulled them closer.
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