Prompt #009 - Oh Crap: By Sultan76 Rating NC17
Jethro stepped into his shower, needing to release the tension that had built up during the day.
Closing his eyes he let he scorching water beat a rhythm against his head, kneading the sore muscles and shutting him off from the crazy day....a respite from the world if only for a few minutes before heading back into the office.
In this shower no-one expected anything of him. No one looked to him like he had all the answers.
Today’s case had them all on edge, it always did when it involved children and there was a heightened sense of urgency for them to get the bad guys, Gibbs just wasn’t sure he could trust any of his agents, including himself not to kill these bastards slowly when they finally caught up with them.
The heat of the water infused his skin, the steam wound its way up into his nostrils clearing out his senses. Picking up the bar of soap he started the slow glide around his stomach, trailing the fingers of his other hand in the slimy trail kneading the soapy slick into his stressed out muscles. With his eyes closed he could easily imagine the intimate fingers of a lover gliding over skin, eking out the frustration of a stalled investigation. He felt his cock twitch, awakening with each slide of his five digits over weathered skin.
His mind conjured his fantasy lover pressing a hard body up against him, the feel of wet skin sliding over his was more than just a sensory memory. His hand trailed up to hard sensitive nipples, tweaking the nubs and sending a wave of electricity straight to his cock which now pointed due north, straining for some attention of its own.
Letting out a moan he wasn’t even aware was on his lips, he left his nipples and trailed down his body, letting his hand explore the snail trail to his cock before wrapping strong fist around the straining muscle. Gasping he rested his head against the cool tiles, the hot water now beating a steady rhythm with rivulets running in a new direction over his back and down between the tight cheeks of his arse making him hiss in the new sensation.
All too soon the hand just on his cock and the soap bar gliding over his nipples wasn’t enough. Dropping the soap and making sure there was enough smooth slick on his fingers he reached around with his imaginary lover’s hand, sliding down and parting his cheeks to seek out the prize, the fingers of a lover grazed over his quivering hole making him shiver under the steamy hot water. Gripping his cock tighter his eyes fluttered back into his head as he slowly slipped a finger inside, holding it still while the fist stroked up and down his length, twisting over the bulbous head just like a lover would. The questing digit began its exploration, stretching inside the channel before adding another finger alongside the first, pressing forward to find ‘that spot’.
Gasping into the spray he pushed back against the imaginary body, driving the digits deeper. He felt the stress and tension of the day eke out of him with every stroke and push as the familiar fire in his belly started to coil in readiness to strike just like a snake going in for the kill.
Another push, another squeeze, another stroke and.........
“Arghhhh.......Tim!” his dream lover’s name was roared into the shower stream as his release shot through the water and onto the wall tiles. Withdrawing his fingers from his sensitized hole he braced himself against the wall and allowed the water to wash away his release.
“Hey Boss.....you up here? I’m here to pick you up....You ok? I heard you holllerin’”
Before Jethro could react the door to the bathroom opened and a baby faced McGee stepped inside, his eyes widening at the site of his very naked boss, flushed face with his cock still in hand.
“Uh...B-boss....I-oh crap...B...boss” Gibbs would have laughed if he hadn’t been just caught wanking off to his favourite fantasy by said fantasy. Tim’s eyes frantically darted everywhere around the small bathroom, careful to avoid the general shower area and his Boss’ naked state, the nervous stammering and sweet red face was almost enough to make Jethro hard again.
“McGee!” The stammering continued as his attempt to reign in his youngest agent failed.
“S-sorry boss...I-sh....shoulda....”
“TIM!” The stammering stopped, the rare use of his first name breaking through the shock and embarrassment of catching his Boss in an intimate moment.
By now Gibbs had shut off the water but still stood in the shower, the shower curtain now pulled acrossand held around his lower body was the only buffer between his nakedness and McGee. When the younger man lifted his big wide innocent eyes towards his boss the older man felt the impossible stirrings once again in his loins, in his frustration and embarrassment he snapped at his agent a little harsher than he intended or deserved.
“What are you still doing in here McGee?”
“Um....I’ll just be...um...I’ll wait for you um...downstairs.”
“Good thinking McGee!” Jethro replied with a cynical raised eyebrow. He had to stop himself from laughing as Tim almost tripped over his feet in his speedy retreat downstairs. Once his agent was safely out of the bathroom Jethro groaned and banged his forehead into the wall tiles of the shower.
“Oh crap.” He softly whispered, “Oh crap, crap, crap.” Each curse reinforced by his head banging against the tiles, his agents wide eyed face playing tauntingly through his head.
"Uh....Boss?"
Jerking out of his amused self loathing and ground out... "What McGee?!"
"Abby just called, seems she found a match on the DNA."
Thanking every god he knew for the distraction he leapt upon it.
"Coffee pots in the kitchen McGee, I'll be out in five."
"On it Boss."
Supressing the warm burning feeling in his gut he kicked in full agent mode, confident enough that once this investigation was over, this would be but an embarassing memory he was sure his skittish agent would never bring up again...yeah...that's what he wanted...didn't he?
Fin.