Never Never Land Chapter 21 (Gibbs/Tony/Tim threesome, hurt/comfort)
“Come on Tim. I think we need to get cleaned up”
Gibbs nudged Tim with his head, feeling Tim clutch him tighter before reluctantly releasing him. Clambering off the bed Gibbs smothered the groan he wanted to make as his body protested and his back cracked alarmingly after being held too still for too long after such rigorous activity.
Getting older sucked.
With a smile Gibbs looked down at Tim who looked up at him, his big eyes blazing with adoration. His youngest boy looked well fucked and gorgeous with his hair messy and his lips swollen. His eyes were half lidded and lazy from the post coital haze he was experiencing and he was smiling softly at Gibbs.
He almost wanted to leave him there in the bed, sprawled out, naked and sleepy but they were both covered in drying come, sweat and sticky lubricant. Any chances of actual rest would be greatly improved if they were clean.
Gibbs slapped Tim’s thigh
“Up. Shower”
Gibbs smiled at Tony who had eagerly wriggled his way onto the large bed and was currently kissing Tim his congratulations. Gibbs watched for a moment as the kissing started to become more heated between the two naked men, hands reaching up to cup jaw lines and tangle in each other’s hair. Tony was the aggressor, tasting deeply with his darting tongue, making greedy wanting sounds as Tim began to slowly respond through his languor.
“Hey Pet. Shower. You can kiss Tony later”
Gibbs shook his head and smirked. He knew the odds of Tim actually being able to get it up with Tony would be greatly improved if he had some time to recover from his last session. Tim might be young but he was going to need at least a few minutes.
He watched as Tim pulled away regretfully and whispered something into Tony's ear before sliding off the bed and walking towards Gibbs with shining eyes. Gibbs watched his boy proudly come towards him, his shoulders unbowed, looking fit and tall.
Turning the shower on Gibbs tested the spray before holding out his hand and pulling Tim in with him. Gibbs closed his eyes and held his face under the luke warm spray for a moment, enjoying the feel of the fresh water on his body. Stepping away with a bright grin and a hand wiped across his eyes to clear the water, he reached across and pulled a relaxed Tim towards him to position him under the water.
Wanting to maintain physical contact Gibbs reached up and ran his hands through Tim’s dark sandy wet hair, scratching his scalp with his trim nails to Tim’s immense enjoyment. Tim closed his eyes and hummed slightly in sheer happiness as Gibbs stood close to him, his heart feeling almost painful with the joy he was feeling.
Gibbs loved him. Gibbs wanted him. Everything was going to be alright.
Tim opened his eyes and smiled prettily at Gibbs in response to the gentle petting he was receiving, his smile almost bashful after the emotional overload of their intense physical joining earlier. Gibbs could see the enduring boyishness in Tim’s young face which had always plucked at the strings of his weary heart. Gibbs smiled back, silently joyful to see that look on his boys face again.
When Tim went to reach for the soap Gibbs shook his head and gently took it from his hand.
“No. Let me clean you.”
Tim’s breath caught in his throat and his eyes grew unreadable as he watched Gibbs closely. Taking a slow breath he waited for Gibbs to soap up the large soft sponge and starting at his neck Gibbs worked it across his tingling body in warm slow soapy circles.
Brushing across his sensitive nipples repeatedly, the sponge made its way gently around his sides, slowly down over his fluttering stomach and then even further down into his pubic curls where his soft cock and balls received gentle but thorough attention from Gibbs’s guiding hand.
Reaching around behind Tim, Gibbs stepped up against Tim’s wet chest and continued to slowly clean down his back, feeling the rise and fall of Tim’s chest against his own until he reached the sweet curve of Tim’s buttocks. Sliding the edge of the wet sponge teasingly down the ridge between his ass cheeks Gibbs smirked at Tim’s held breath.
Pulling away with a grin Gibbs deliberately slowly soaped up the sponge again as Tim watched him silently, his body quivering with restraint. Stepping in close and lifting Tim’s arms he started to continue his attention there before crouching down and soaping up his long legs. Gibbs looked up from where he crouched naked and wet at Tim’s feet and deliberately held his boys wide eyed gaze before sliding the soapy sponge slowly up the insides of Tim’s thighs.
Tim bit back the moan at the look in Gibbs ‘s intense blue eyes.
Mine.
It was gentle seduction and a physical claiming that burned darker and deeper than any claiming mark could make.
Gibbs was cleaning him. Gibbs was taking all of the filth and the dark and the dirt and washing it away and replacing it with clean fresh light, love and joy.
Tim felt time stop and his heart rate slowed as he felt Gibbs wash away everything that had gone before this moment.
He tried to memorise the scene and commit it to his long term memory. The light steam from the shower making gentle whirls and eddies in the air. The fresh masculine scent of the soap and of Gibbs as he stood close and placed gentle chaste kisses on his skin as he was rinsed clean. The soothing feel of the water drumming against his bare skin and the trickles of water running down his face into his blinking eyes. The distant sound of Tony singing Frank Sinatra happily from the other room. The bright sunlight coming in through the large glass window. The crisp snap of fresh sheets being spread out. The feel of the hard white tiles beneath his feet.
White soapy suds ran in swift rivulets down Tim’s body only to swirl once around the plug hole and then disappear forever down into the dark drain. And still Gibbs continued to clean him.
Tim was looking at Gibbs intensely and he was standing almost formally with his hands held out away from his body and with his feet slightly apart. The playful mood Gibbs had intended dissolved into something else as Tim continued to watch every move Gibbs made, his eyes blinking back drops of water from his eyes.
Gibbs continued to gently clean across every inch of Tim’s skin as he tried to understand Tim’s reaction. Suddenly as Tim lowered his head, almost in reverence to him to hang under the spray and rinse away the soap it clicked in his head what Tim believed he was doing.
Cleansing him.
Gibbs had claimed his body and now he was cleaning him. Cleansing his body from the touch of those others until only Gibbs would remain.
Gibbs smiled to himself fondly. Well Tim had always been the one with the intense overactive imagination. He was a writer after all as well as being a Special Agent. If Timmy wanted a ritual to mark the occasion then Gibbs would make sure he got one. Gibbs tipped up Tim’s head to see if he was right and looked deep into his eyes.
He almost drowned in the love he could see in the soft green eyes surrounded by long water spiked lashes. There was no fear or hesitation in those eyes only love so powerful Gibbs almost blanched from the force of it.
Gibbs stood in the shower and really looked at the man now in front of him with fresh eyes. The constant attention from Tony had added some much needed weight to his slender frame. No longer did his ribs or collar bones stick out so alarmingly. The time spent outside in the sun had added a light tan to the pale skin, hiding some of the scar marks on his skin. The hunched posture of rigidity and fear had left him, leaving a new confidence in its place. Tim looked good. He didn’t look like he once had but there was a subtle confidence and pride in him that only came from surviving the worst the world could throw at you and still be left standing.
Gibbs froze and stared.
In his minds eyes he flashed to Tim as he had appeared when they had first found him chained down in the subterranean room.
Gibbs sucked in his breath and blinked back sharp tears as he saw familiar green eyes looking out of a painfully thin, battered and bloodied face. Tim was nearly naked, wearing just a pair of torn boxer shorts. He had been chained hand and foot to the wall by thick rusted chains a few meters long. He could take only a few steps from his position where he was huddled against the wall and his skin was pale and clammy.
Even curled up protectively around himself Gibbs could see where he had been beaten repeatedly. Tim was covered in cuts, scratches, and bruises all displaying various violent shades of color. His lip was cut and his face swollen. It was hard to tell how badly he was hurt as he was so filthy from a combination of the hard packed dirt floor he huddled on and his own unwashed blood and sweat.
“Boss? What’s wrong? Are you ok?”
Tim held Gibbs wrists tightly in his hands as Gibbs continued to stare through him at something only he could see.
Suddenly with a gasp Gibbs blinked and met Tim's worried green eyes. Pulling him into a bone crushing hug Gibbs held him tight, trying to erase the vision in his mind and replace it with Tim as he was now. His heart hammered in his chest and he felt coldness wash over him.
“You’re ok, you’re ok. It’s ok. It’s going to be ok. ” Gibb murmured repeatedly, his eyes screwed shut. He tried to reassure himself as he held Tim tightly, squeezing him in a vice like grip. A wave of emotion tore into him without warning, leaving him gasping and in pain.
Tim, his arms pinned to his sides tried to ineffectually pat Gibbs to reassure him he was still alive.
Suddenly Gibbs pulled away, his face determined and controlled as he deliberately handed Tim the sponge. Tim looked at it in confusion and then looked at Gibbs.
“I want you to wash away the Fear Tim”
“The fear?” Tim questioned unsure of the path that they seemed to have turned down.
Gibbs looked at him, searching his eyes wanting him to understand that what he was saying wasn’t because of a lack in trust in Tim but because of his own often broken heart.
“When we get back, maybe not straight away but sometime you are going to go back out into the field with us. I want you there Tim. I want to feel you there watching my back. Keeping me and Tony safe. “
Gibbs took a deep shuddering sigh and dropped his head.
“But right now I can’t. I can’t take you out into the field. I’m too afraid I’m going to lose you again. It’s not that I can’t have you out in the field because you might do a bad job. You won’t. I can’t have you out in the field because of my fear for you. What if that fear caused me to make a different decision? What if it was Tony that got hurt? Or someone else did because I was too afraid to put you at risk again?”
Gibbs gripped Tim’s wrists and looked at him desperately.
“I CAN’T have that Tim. It won’t work. I can’t lead the team like that. I keep seeing you down in that hole and I need you to wash that away. I need to see you as you are now. Alive. Surviving.”
Tim nodded slowly and blinked his eyes. It was painful to see Gibbs’s insecurities suddenly revealed from under the complex masterful front but he knew what Gibbs needed from him. Probably more than Gibbs himself understood.
Gibbs had smothered his own issues in order to concentrate on what he and Tony needed him to do. Again and again he took anything that wasn’t useful and buried it deep in the basement of his mind. It was what Gibbs did. And it was something that Gibbs was good at. But now the months of keeping his own emotions lashed down through iron self control were rapidly uncoiling into painful emotional whiplash as Gibbs saw Tim making his own steps out of the dark.
Tim thought frantically as Gibbs watched him silently. If anything life had taught him that everything was unpredictable. He couldn’t promise he would never get hurt again because who knew what his future held? He couldn’t even promise Gibbs he would stay safe. Safe from what? His fate? A car accident? A paper cut? He had already experienced a year’s worth of emotions in just the last few days see sawing back and forth between love and hate, desire and loathing, violence and apathy. He still had so much he needed to resolve and he didn’t know if the path ahead of him would be a smooth or rocky one.
So what did he know for certain? What could he tell Gibbs that was the truth?
He was going to survive.
He wanted more from his life then how he had lived since being rescued.
He was willing to fight to be happy.
Tim soaped up the sponge and started to wash Gibbs down with it, carefully rubbing it across his body in smooth confident circles.
“When we get back I’m going to talk to Vance about getting another therapist. I think I want to talk to someone about what happened, get some long term help but I need to start fresh with someone new.”
Gibbs nodded, his eyes closed knowing that Tim was doing exactly what he needed. He was reinforcing the future and the hope for even further change. Gibbs took a deep slow breath.
Tim was going to be ok. They were all going to be ok.
“I was also thinking that I would like to move to a bigger apartment. My place has always been small but it didn’t really matter because I wasn’t there all that much. Now I would like to get somewhere that’s bigger but also somewhere with more natural light and windows. Higher ceilings maybe. And I know Tony would like room for a couch. And it means Sarah can have a room to stay over in if she wants a break from her dorm”
Gibbs responded trying to hide the choke in his voice as he looked at his beautiful Timothy taking care of him. The panic started to subside and he didn’t feel quite so overwhelmed anymore. The ache in his chest started to ease and he rinsed away his sparse unseen tears in the fall of clean water.
“That sounds like a great idea Tim”
Tim smiled at him and continued to soap him down, reassuring him through voice and touch that he was still by his side.
“I don’t know how I will go with cuffs and restraints but I was wondering when we get back if we could maybe incorporate some gentle play into our sessions again. Start out light, maybe using some velvet ribbon?”
Gibbs grinned at the idea of red velvet ribbon against Tim’s pale skin and he looked into his strong, brave boys eyes with a smile.
“That sounds great Pet”
(Thank you to those commenting on this story. This was one of those not planned out of nowhere chapters so I hope it works. This story keeps swinging back and forth but don't worry Tony will have his turn soon. Since I'm already at 21 chapters and I had figured maybe 15 I now have no idea how much further to go as new things keep needing to be dealt with. Velvet)