Fiction. Dinner At Jethro's. R.
TITLE: Dinner At Jethro’s
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
PARIINGS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Donald “Ducky “ Mallard
WORD COUNT: 1403
GENRE: slash
RATING: R
SUMMARY: An AU story that follows after The Black Truck Part 6
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
It was snowing when Gibbs left for the airport, and it went downhill from there.
When he finally arrived at Reagan International, it was very late. As soon as he got into his car, he hit speed dial number two.
“Hey Duck, I am on my way home from the airport. Geez, I am sorry did I wake you?”
“No Jethro, I was reading by the fire. How was your flight? I thought you would be home much earlier.”
“ Yeah, me too. Big delays all over because of the weather. I miss you Duck. I want to see you but it is too late tonight. How about tomorrow you come over for dinner?”
“I miss you too, Jethro. Yes that would be fine. What time should I arrive and should I bring anything?”
“Is five okay? You could bring some wine, red I guess. Oh, how is your Mom?”
Ducky chuckled and replied, ” She is fine. Every day she asks me when my boyfriend will be coming over to play. I will see you tomorrow at five then with a bottle of Italian red wine. Goodnight Jethro.”
“Nite Duck.” Gibbs thumbed his phone shut. He smiled.
The next morning Gibbs was up early. He went over to his shop to check on messages. He paid some bills and set up some appointments for estimates to be done later in the week. Then he went to the store. Since he had been gone all week, he needed staples such as bologna and bread as well as the things for dinner.
Gibbs was an okay cook. But his specialty was Spaghetti with his homemade marinara sauce. He hadn’t made it since... Well, it had been Shannon and Kelly’s favorite meal.
But he found himself looking forward to sharing it with Ducky.
Once back in his apartment, he put away the groceries and started the sauce. It was a simple recipe; the secret was to simmer it for several hours.
While the sauce was cooking, Gibbs cleaned up the apartment. Not that it was ever really messy. The Marine in him kept his possessions few, and those were always DI inspection ready.
After that he took his shower. He spent more time than he normally did choosing what he was going to wear.
“It is not like you have never been on a date before, gunny.” He said finally to his reflection in the mirror.
Just then the doorbell rang. He glanced at the clock. Ducky was right on time.
He buzzed Ducky in the main door, and then went out into the hall and called, “Up a flight and to the left, Duck.”
“No need to direct me Jethro. I need only to follow the wonderful smell,” Ducky called as he made his way up the stairs.
The apartment door was open. Ducky walked in and looked around. Jethro’s apartment was sparsely but tastefully furnished. “Jethro?”
Jethro came hurrying out from the kitchen wiping his hands on a towel.
He gave Ducky a quick kiss on the cheek and said, “Make your self at home Duck. All my pots are boiling over, I will be right back.”
Ducky shrugged off his coat and walked across the room to hang it on the coat tree. There were several paintings on the walls, mostly of ships and oceans.
“Hey Duck,” Gibbs called from the kitchen, “There is a corkscrew on the table. Could you open the wine?
“Certainly Jethro,” he said as he moved over to the dining room table. “Those are very lovely paintings on the wall”
“Thanks, Duck.”
“You painted them?”
“Yeah, my hobby, when I have time.”
Ducky smiled as he opened the wine bottle. Jethro never ceased to surprise him with his talents.
Ducky set the wine down on the table. Jethro came out of the kitchen.
“Almost ready,” he said, “but first…”
He wrapped his arms around Ducky and hugged him.
“I even missed the way you smell,” he said as his buried his nose in the soft wheaten hair. “ I hope you are hungry. I made enough for a platoon.
“I am famished. Mother was quite fractious today. I believe that I have not had time to eat since breakfast.”
“Did you drop your Mom over to Mrs. Patterson’s?” Jethro asked as he placed a plate of steaming pasta on the table.
“Yes. And she will stay over until morning. Um, er, well because it is just easier for her in case I am home after her bedtime,” Ducky said as the tips of his ears turned slightly red.
“Or in case you get lucky,” Jethro said with a big smile.
“Jethro!” Ducky said his ears getting even redder.
“Well I hope I do,” Jethro said as he poured the wine.
Conversation flowed easily during dinner. Jethro regaled Ducky with the exploits of his nephew Jake and the dog Farley.
“It seems that the children have really taken to you, Jethro,” Ducky said.
“Yeah, well they are good kids, Duck.”
Finally Ducky said, “Jethro, I am surfeit, sated and...”
“Completely stuffed?”
“Indeed, the food was wonderful.”
“Thanks, Ducky. Why don’t you take your wine and go relax in the living room while I clean up?”
“Let me help you Jethro.”
“Nah, it will only take a minute and the kitchen is almost too small for even me to work in.”
Ducky conceded. Picking up his glass he resumed his examination of the paintings. They were all quite beautiful, yet in a way seemed melancholy.
Ducky was still gazing at the artwork when Jethro came behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Hey Duck,” he said as he nuzzled his ear. “Want to dance?”
“I don’t really...” Ducky started to say as Jethro gently turned him around and rewrapped his arms about him.
Ducky fit quite comfortably against Jethro’s chest.
“Don’t worry," Jethro murmured, "I’ll lead."
The couple moved slowly in a small circle to the haunting Unchained Melody.
At the end of the song, Jethro leaned down and sought Ducky’s lips. The kiss was soft at first but grew in intensity.
Jethro’s tongue probed and gained access to Ducky’s mouth.
The two men moved against each other, their arousal growing.
Jethro broke away from the kiss and he said huskily, "Come on to the bedroom, Ducky."
He gently grasped Ducky’s hand and led him to the bedroom.
This room was also sparsely furnished.
Jethro turned the bed side light on low.
“May I undress you Duck?” he murmured.
“Please.”
Jethro undid Ducky’s tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He slipped the suspenders off his shoulders, and then un- zipped his pants. Jethro removed each item as if he were unwrapping a precious gift; until Ducky stood before him naked.
“Oh God , you are so beautiful,” he said as gazed at him.
Ducky smiled, "Now it my turn."
“Can’t wait!" Jethro growled as he quickly shed his clothes and wrapped his arms around Ducky. His mouth once more seeking his lips, his hands kneading Ducky’s ass.
“Jethro, my dear!” Ducky gasped between kisses, ” Could we please get into bed? I am afraid my leg will not hold up much longer.”
“Oh, sorry Duck,“ Jethro said he reached over and pulled down the covers.
Jethro waited until Ducky was in bed and then snuggled in beside him.
“I guess I should ask what you like Ducky. I mean, well you know...“ Jethro stopped, suddenly embarrassed.
“Things were proceeding quite to my liking my dear. Perhaps I could be a little more forward. Such as this.” Ducky said as he moved over on top of Jethro. He began to slowly kiss his way down Jethro’s neck to his chest. Once there he nibbled the hardening nipples. Jethro moaned softly.
Ducky kissed his way back up to Jethro’s mouth. He reached down and gently grasped Jethro’s hardening cock and began stroking it.
“Is this alright, my dear?” Ducky murmured.
“Oh yeah,” Jethro growled.
Ducky’s tongue demanded entrance into Jethro’s mouth. His hand moved faster and faster.
Suddenly, Jethro pulled his mouth away and gasped, “Oh Jesus, , God, Ducky!” as he came hot and strong into Ducky’s hand.
Jethro lay panting
“Is this an acceptable first date?“ Ducky said.
“Yeah, oh yeah,” Jethro said. “but now it is your turn.”
Ducky snuggled in against Jethro’s chest and replied. “I am content to wait. We have all night.”
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
PARIINGS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Donald “Ducky “ Mallard
WORD COUNT: 1403
GENRE: slash
RATING: R
SUMMARY: An AU story that follows after The Black Truck Part 6
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
It was snowing when Gibbs left for the airport, and it went downhill from there.
When he finally arrived at Reagan International, it was very late. As soon as he got into his car, he hit speed dial number two.
“Hey Duck, I am on my way home from the airport. Geez, I am sorry did I wake you?”
“No Jethro, I was reading by the fire. How was your flight? I thought you would be home much earlier.”
“ Yeah, me too. Big delays all over because of the weather. I miss you Duck. I want to see you but it is too late tonight. How about tomorrow you come over for dinner?”
“I miss you too, Jethro. Yes that would be fine. What time should I arrive and should I bring anything?”
“Is five okay? You could bring some wine, red I guess. Oh, how is your Mom?”
Ducky chuckled and replied, ” She is fine. Every day she asks me when my boyfriend will be coming over to play. I will see you tomorrow at five then with a bottle of Italian red wine. Goodnight Jethro.”
“Nite Duck.” Gibbs thumbed his phone shut. He smiled.
The next morning Gibbs was up early. He went over to his shop to check on messages. He paid some bills and set up some appointments for estimates to be done later in the week. Then he went to the store. Since he had been gone all week, he needed staples such as bologna and bread as well as the things for dinner.
Gibbs was an okay cook. But his specialty was Spaghetti with his homemade marinara sauce. He hadn’t made it since... Well, it had been Shannon and Kelly’s favorite meal.
But he found himself looking forward to sharing it with Ducky.
Once back in his apartment, he put away the groceries and started the sauce. It was a simple recipe; the secret was to simmer it for several hours.
While the sauce was cooking, Gibbs cleaned up the apartment. Not that it was ever really messy. The Marine in him kept his possessions few, and those were always DI inspection ready.
After that he took his shower. He spent more time than he normally did choosing what he was going to wear.
“It is not like you have never been on a date before, gunny.” He said finally to his reflection in the mirror.
Just then the doorbell rang. He glanced at the clock. Ducky was right on time.
He buzzed Ducky in the main door, and then went out into the hall and called, “Up a flight and to the left, Duck.”
“No need to direct me Jethro. I need only to follow the wonderful smell,” Ducky called as he made his way up the stairs.
The apartment door was open. Ducky walked in and looked around. Jethro’s apartment was sparsely but tastefully furnished. “Jethro?”
Jethro came hurrying out from the kitchen wiping his hands on a towel.
He gave Ducky a quick kiss on the cheek and said, “Make your self at home Duck. All my pots are boiling over, I will be right back.”
Ducky shrugged off his coat and walked across the room to hang it on the coat tree. There were several paintings on the walls, mostly of ships and oceans.
“Hey Duck,” Gibbs called from the kitchen, “There is a corkscrew on the table. Could you open the wine?
“Certainly Jethro,” he said as he moved over to the dining room table. “Those are very lovely paintings on the wall”
“Thanks, Duck.”
“You painted them?”
“Yeah, my hobby, when I have time.”
Ducky smiled as he opened the wine bottle. Jethro never ceased to surprise him with his talents.
Ducky set the wine down on the table. Jethro came out of the kitchen.
“Almost ready,” he said, “but first…”
He wrapped his arms around Ducky and hugged him.
“I even missed the way you smell,” he said as his buried his nose in the soft wheaten hair. “ I hope you are hungry. I made enough for a platoon.
“I am famished. Mother was quite fractious today. I believe that I have not had time to eat since breakfast.”
“Did you drop your Mom over to Mrs. Patterson’s?” Jethro asked as he placed a plate of steaming pasta on the table.
“Yes. And she will stay over until morning. Um, er, well because it is just easier for her in case I am home after her bedtime,” Ducky said as the tips of his ears turned slightly red.
“Or in case you get lucky,” Jethro said with a big smile.
“Jethro!” Ducky said his ears getting even redder.
“Well I hope I do,” Jethro said as he poured the wine.
Conversation flowed easily during dinner. Jethro regaled Ducky with the exploits of his nephew Jake and the dog Farley.
“It seems that the children have really taken to you, Jethro,” Ducky said.
“Yeah, well they are good kids, Duck.”
Finally Ducky said, “Jethro, I am surfeit, sated and...”
“Completely stuffed?”
“Indeed, the food was wonderful.”
“Thanks, Ducky. Why don’t you take your wine and go relax in the living room while I clean up?”
“Let me help you Jethro.”
“Nah, it will only take a minute and the kitchen is almost too small for even me to work in.”
Ducky conceded. Picking up his glass he resumed his examination of the paintings. They were all quite beautiful, yet in a way seemed melancholy.
Ducky was still gazing at the artwork when Jethro came behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Hey Duck,” he said as he nuzzled his ear. “Want to dance?”
“I don’t really...” Ducky started to say as Jethro gently turned him around and rewrapped his arms about him.
Ducky fit quite comfortably against Jethro’s chest.
“Don’t worry," Jethro murmured, "I’ll lead."
The couple moved slowly in a small circle to the haunting Unchained Melody.
At the end of the song, Jethro leaned down and sought Ducky’s lips. The kiss was soft at first but grew in intensity.
Jethro’s tongue probed and gained access to Ducky’s mouth.
The two men moved against each other, their arousal growing.
Jethro broke away from the kiss and he said huskily, "Come on to the bedroom, Ducky."
He gently grasped Ducky’s hand and led him to the bedroom.
This room was also sparsely furnished.
Jethro turned the bed side light on low.
“May I undress you Duck?” he murmured.
“Please.”
Jethro undid Ducky’s tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He slipped the suspenders off his shoulders, and then un- zipped his pants. Jethro removed each item as if he were unwrapping a precious gift; until Ducky stood before him naked.
“Oh God , you are so beautiful,” he said as gazed at him.
Ducky smiled, "Now it my turn."
“Can’t wait!" Jethro growled as he quickly shed his clothes and wrapped his arms around Ducky. His mouth once more seeking his lips, his hands kneading Ducky’s ass.
“Jethro, my dear!” Ducky gasped between kisses, ” Could we please get into bed? I am afraid my leg will not hold up much longer.”
“Oh, sorry Duck,“ Jethro said he reached over and pulled down the covers.
Jethro waited until Ducky was in bed and then snuggled in beside him.
“I guess I should ask what you like Ducky. I mean, well you know...“ Jethro stopped, suddenly embarrassed.
“Things were proceeding quite to my liking my dear. Perhaps I could be a little more forward. Such as this.” Ducky said as he moved over on top of Jethro. He began to slowly kiss his way down Jethro’s neck to his chest. Once there he nibbled the hardening nipples. Jethro moaned softly.
Ducky kissed his way back up to Jethro’s mouth. He reached down and gently grasped Jethro’s hardening cock and began stroking it.
“Is this alright, my dear?” Ducky murmured.
“Oh yeah,” Jethro growled.
Ducky’s tongue demanded entrance into Jethro’s mouth. His hand moved faster and faster.
Suddenly, Jethro pulled his mouth away and gasped, “Oh Jesus, , God, Ducky!” as he came hot and strong into Ducky’s hand.
Jethro lay panting
“Is this an acceptable first date?“ Ducky said.
“Yeah, oh yeah,” Jethro said. “but now it is your turn.”
Ducky snuggled in against Jethro’s chest and replied. “I am content to wait. We have all night.”