Being Seen part 1 (fanfiction-NCIS)
Title: Being Seen part 1
Author: slash4femme
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/Category: Tim/Gibbs
Rating: NC-17
Warning: bondage, S&M, same-sex marriage, soppy romantic-ness.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I do not make money off of doing this. The only thing I' getting out of this is pure unadulterated creative enjoyment and less hours for me to spend doing my real work.
Summery:Tim want's to celebrate their anniversary in an rather unusual way. Takes place after Happiest Day.
Author's Note: the club Tim and Gibbs go to is not mine. I have borrowed it with permission from it's original creator, elmyreamilie, for the CSI Threads series, which is wonderful.
1.
McGee sat at his desk in his study staring at his computer screen without really seeing it. For what felt like the millionth time since he had become involved with the man in question Tim wish that life with Gibbs wasn’t so complicated. Actually every aspect of life with Gibbs was complicated but at that moment Tim was only thinking of one part, and that part was one he usually didn’t give much rigorous systematic thought to. It was just that their wedding anniversary was coming up, Gibbs had sworn they’d take some time off for it and Tim knew exactly what he wanted to do for at least part of that time. The only problem was he already knew Gibbs would never in a thousand years go for it.
He sighed and tapped his fingers thoughtfully against the top of his desk. He loved Gibbs dearly but everything about there relationship was complicated and the sexual aspect of that relationship was no different. It wasn’t simply that it was a more S/M sexual relationship, his relationships almost always were. It was the fact that it didn’t follow the same rules as Tim’s other relationships that made it more complex in nature. For one Tim was usually the submissive or passive partner, and with Gibbs Tim couldn’t even imagine Jethro being dominant in bed. Also all his previous relationships had included a much more physical form of domination. Tim liked being physically dominated, he liked being tied up, whipped and spanked. With Gibbs though it was ninety percent physiological. Tim had known from the very beginning that physical pain would play almost no part in Gibbs’ submission. So while if Tim in one of his submissive relationships had miss behaved he would have expected, and wanted, to be spanked. With Gibbs Tim would simply turn his back or walk away. Tim knew showing a lack of interest or respect for his partner was far more punishment in Gibbs’ eyes then any amount of physical discomfort.
Another far bigger difference in his relationship with Gibbs was the lack of display involved, and it was this different that had been weighing heavily on his mind lately. In all of Tim’s other relationships where he had been the submissive partner, Tim had loved being seen. He had loved being taken out to parties and clubs, being dressed up and shown off. There were two sides of course and he had also reveled in showing off his dom. Mistresses and Masters alike. Especially with Abby he had loved watching peoples’ eyes follow her knowing he was the only one wearing her collars. Everything about Abby’s clubbing persona had been dominant, and he had loved that, loved being seen as part of that, submitting to that. Display, and most importantly display among the S/M community had been one of the biggest parts of the whole lifestyle for Tim, up until Gibbs.
Gibbs had changed everything in every way and Tim had just always been content with the fact that Gibbs was there, in love with him, submitting to him and not wanted to push it any further. They had never discussed the issue of public display, but Gibbs had always had a very strict ruled he had made clear since day one: what happened in the bedroom stayed in the bedroom. Tim had always respected that. The thought, no, the desire, though had been niggling at the back of his mind for a while now and had only been getting steadily more persistent. Tim loved what they had, he would never jeopardize it, but they were married now and that brought a certain level of security and made him slightly bolder. He wanted to have Gibbs dressed up, to get dressed up himself, to go out in a safe and respectful community and really show Gibbs off. He knew where to go too. There was only one place in the country that he knew of with the right level of discretion and class, and he had only been there once, but it had left an impression. He wanted very badly to bring Gibbs there. Even if it would be a little complicated to tailor their less physical more physiological relationship to the arena of public display. The mere idea made Tim’s stomach flutter with excitement and anticipation. He frowned at that, it was ridiculous since he would never actually be able to talk Gibbs into it in the first place. Tim drummed his fingers against the desk again. He should just put it all out of his mind, and get on with his work. On the other hand they’d been together for a long time now and he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to scare Gibbs off even if Gibbs ultimately said no. So maybe, just maybe it was time for a talk.
2.
When McGee pushed the bedroom door open he found Gibbs already sprawled across the bed, his eyes closed, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“I thought I’d find you here. I knew that chase took more out of you then you’d let on.”
“Oh Yeah? Is that a fact McGee?”
Tim smiled slightly taking off his coat and throwing across a chair before sitting on the bed and linking his fingers with Gibbs. Gibbs smiled but didn’t open his eyes only lightly squeezed Tim’s hand.
“Must be getting old.”
Tim reached out and gently brushed the hair from Gibbs’ forehead, before lifting their clasped hands to kiss Gibbs’.
“You not old.”
Gibbs snorted softly, but didn’t argue the point.
“Want to get take-out for dinner?”
“I already ordered it before you got here.”
“Oh good.”
Tim regretfully unlinked their hands, stood up and began to strip off his work clothes.
“I just hope it’s not stake.”
“No Mexican. And yours is vegetarian.”
Tim made an approving noise and sat down to untie his shoes.
“By the way why haven’t you told me yet where you want to go for our anniversary?”
Tim paused.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“Actually you have, you’re just afraid of talking to me about it.”
Tim looked over his shoulder to see that Gibbs had opened his eyes and was watching him. Tim sighed and closed his own eyes; so this was it, the talk.
“Hey.”
He felt the bed move then the sold warmth of Gibbs pressing against his back and Gibbs’ arms went around him.
“No secrets, not anymore Tim.”
Tim let himself relax against his husband’s strong chest, but didn’t open his eyes or turn around.
“I know Jethro it’s just . . .This isn’t anything we’ve talked about before.”
Behind him Gibbs was quiet, waiting. Tim took a breath, Gibbs was right; no secrets between them, he could do this; the worst thing that could happen was that Gibbs would say no. He turned around on the bed, forcing Gibbs to let go of him, until they were facing each other. Tim took Gibbs hands in his.
“ You are wonderful, and I love you so much.”
He took another careful breath.
“You’re a great partner, a good man, a terrific lover.”
Gibbs shifted slightly on the bed, he was getting uncomfortable, Tim could tell. Tim wet his lips, time to cut to the chase.
“You mean so much to me, this marriage means so much to mean and I would just love to have other people see that.”
Gibbs frowned and opened his mouth to say something but Tim rushed on.
“I know our relationship has never been very . . .orthodox . . .well actually none of its has been very orthodox but our sexual relationship, isn’t, you know, vanilla, and I was just thinking I would love to take you to a club and show you off for our anniversary.”
“A club?”
Gibbs was frowning deeply now.
“What kind of club?”
Tim took a moment to wonder whether or not Gibbs even knew what an S/M club was. Not that what he had in mind was an S/M club in the traditional sense.
“I don’t mean with parties and strobe lights, and men in leather chaps chained to walls.”
It took Tim a splits second to tell from the look on Gibbs’ face that he had in fact not been away of the traditional sense of the term. Tim cursed himself silently, time to backtrack.
“The place I’m talking about is more like a resort, or an English gentlemen’s club. It’s discrete and classy, they have great food, and they screen people who come. It’s clean and safe.”
He took a breath.
“I know we’ve always had a rule: when it comes to sex I’m in charge, in our everyday life together we’re equal and at work you’re my boss. But just once I want us to get dressed up and go out together where I’m in charge, like during sex. Except at a club, and we wouldn’t have sex, at least not where people were watching, not unless you want to.”
He finally stopped talking and looked up, meeting Gibbs’ eyes. Gibbs’ face was unreadable, which didn’t make Tim feel any better. He suddenly realized his hands were sweating. As if Gibbs’ had realized this too his gaze dropped from Tim’s face to look down at their clasped hands.
“And this would make you happy.”
Gibbs’ voice was carefully neutral, and Tim frowned and shook his head.
“No I don’t want you to do this just to make me happy, want you to do this because you’re ok with this, completely ok with it, not just enduring it for my sake.”
He squeezed Gibbs’ hands.
“This is our anniversary. I want this to be for you too, and it doesn’t have to be for the whole time either, just like a weekend and then we can go to Mexico or Maine or where ever you want to go.”
“Maybe I want to make you happy.”
“No.”
Tim shook his head firmly.
“We are not doing this unless you are completely ok with it, that’s the way it works.”
Gibbs looked down at their classed hands.
“I don’t know.”
He looked back up at Tim.
“I don’t know about this, any of this, “
He paused looking back down that their hands
“But then I’ve never done anything like us before.”
Tim felt his chest contract.
“You know what? Never mind, lets go to Mexico and nice vacation together, it’ll be perfect.”
There was still a small part of Tim that felt disappointed but he pushed that aside. He had never really expected Gibbs to say yes anyway. A nice vacation in Mexico would be great. Pagers off, beaches, sea, sun, alcohol and Gibbs, all and all a good way to spend their anniversary
“Tim where’s this club you where talking about.”
Gibbs voice was soft and Tim looked up startled
“Oh, um, Las Vegas.”
“Then it’s on our way.”
Gibbs unlinked their hands to pat Tim’s knee.
“But . . . “
Gibbs actually smiled
“I don’t have to be a hundred percent sure of a plan, to go along with it, just sure enough.”
Tim shut his mouth before he managed to talk himself out of one of the best things to happen to him in a long time. He felt almost giddy and was sure it was going to take some time for this to sink in. Gibbs unfolded himself from the bed.
“Now lets go find out where the delivery boy left our dinner. Good thing I paid with credit or you’d be going to bed hungry.”
Tim could only nod and follow.
Part Two
Author: slash4femme
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/Category: Tim/Gibbs
Rating: NC-17
Warning: bondage, S&M, same-sex marriage, soppy romantic-ness.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I do not make money off of doing this. The only thing I' getting out of this is pure unadulterated creative enjoyment and less hours for me to spend doing my real work.
Summery:Tim want's to celebrate their anniversary in an rather unusual way. Takes place after Happiest Day.
Author's Note: the club Tim and Gibbs go to is not mine. I have borrowed it with permission from it's original creator, elmyreamilie, for the CSI Threads series, which is wonderful.
1.
McGee sat at his desk in his study staring at his computer screen without really seeing it. For what felt like the millionth time since he had become involved with the man in question Tim wish that life with Gibbs wasn’t so complicated. Actually every aspect of life with Gibbs was complicated but at that moment Tim was only thinking of one part, and that part was one he usually didn’t give much rigorous systematic thought to. It was just that their wedding anniversary was coming up, Gibbs had sworn they’d take some time off for it and Tim knew exactly what he wanted to do for at least part of that time. The only problem was he already knew Gibbs would never in a thousand years go for it.
He sighed and tapped his fingers thoughtfully against the top of his desk. He loved Gibbs dearly but everything about there relationship was complicated and the sexual aspect of that relationship was no different. It wasn’t simply that it was a more S/M sexual relationship, his relationships almost always were. It was the fact that it didn’t follow the same rules as Tim’s other relationships that made it more complex in nature. For one Tim was usually the submissive or passive partner, and with Gibbs Tim couldn’t even imagine Jethro being dominant in bed. Also all his previous relationships had included a much more physical form of domination. Tim liked being physically dominated, he liked being tied up, whipped and spanked. With Gibbs though it was ninety percent physiological. Tim had known from the very beginning that physical pain would play almost no part in Gibbs’ submission. So while if Tim in one of his submissive relationships had miss behaved he would have expected, and wanted, to be spanked. With Gibbs Tim would simply turn his back or walk away. Tim knew showing a lack of interest or respect for his partner was far more punishment in Gibbs’ eyes then any amount of physical discomfort.
Another far bigger difference in his relationship with Gibbs was the lack of display involved, and it was this different that had been weighing heavily on his mind lately. In all of Tim’s other relationships where he had been the submissive partner, Tim had loved being seen. He had loved being taken out to parties and clubs, being dressed up and shown off. There were two sides of course and he had also reveled in showing off his dom. Mistresses and Masters alike. Especially with Abby he had loved watching peoples’ eyes follow her knowing he was the only one wearing her collars. Everything about Abby’s clubbing persona had been dominant, and he had loved that, loved being seen as part of that, submitting to that. Display, and most importantly display among the S/M community had been one of the biggest parts of the whole lifestyle for Tim, up until Gibbs.
Gibbs had changed everything in every way and Tim had just always been content with the fact that Gibbs was there, in love with him, submitting to him and not wanted to push it any further. They had never discussed the issue of public display, but Gibbs had always had a very strict ruled he had made clear since day one: what happened in the bedroom stayed in the bedroom. Tim had always respected that. The thought, no, the desire, though had been niggling at the back of his mind for a while now and had only been getting steadily more persistent. Tim loved what they had, he would never jeopardize it, but they were married now and that brought a certain level of security and made him slightly bolder. He wanted to have Gibbs dressed up, to get dressed up himself, to go out in a safe and respectful community and really show Gibbs off. He knew where to go too. There was only one place in the country that he knew of with the right level of discretion and class, and he had only been there once, but it had left an impression. He wanted very badly to bring Gibbs there. Even if it would be a little complicated to tailor their less physical more physiological relationship to the arena of public display. The mere idea made Tim’s stomach flutter with excitement and anticipation. He frowned at that, it was ridiculous since he would never actually be able to talk Gibbs into it in the first place. Tim drummed his fingers against the desk again. He should just put it all out of his mind, and get on with his work. On the other hand they’d been together for a long time now and he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to scare Gibbs off even if Gibbs ultimately said no. So maybe, just maybe it was time for a talk.
2.
When McGee pushed the bedroom door open he found Gibbs already sprawled across the bed, his eyes closed, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“I thought I’d find you here. I knew that chase took more out of you then you’d let on.”
“Oh Yeah? Is that a fact McGee?”
Tim smiled slightly taking off his coat and throwing across a chair before sitting on the bed and linking his fingers with Gibbs. Gibbs smiled but didn’t open his eyes only lightly squeezed Tim’s hand.
“Must be getting old.”
Tim reached out and gently brushed the hair from Gibbs’ forehead, before lifting their clasped hands to kiss Gibbs’.
“You not old.”
Gibbs snorted softly, but didn’t argue the point.
“Want to get take-out for dinner?”
“I already ordered it before you got here.”
“Oh good.”
Tim regretfully unlinked their hands, stood up and began to strip off his work clothes.
“I just hope it’s not stake.”
“No Mexican. And yours is vegetarian.”
Tim made an approving noise and sat down to untie his shoes.
“By the way why haven’t you told me yet where you want to go for our anniversary?”
Tim paused.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“Actually you have, you’re just afraid of talking to me about it.”
Tim looked over his shoulder to see that Gibbs had opened his eyes and was watching him. Tim sighed and closed his own eyes; so this was it, the talk.
“Hey.”
He felt the bed move then the sold warmth of Gibbs pressing against his back and Gibbs’ arms went around him.
“No secrets, not anymore Tim.”
Tim let himself relax against his husband’s strong chest, but didn’t open his eyes or turn around.
“I know Jethro it’s just . . .This isn’t anything we’ve talked about before.”
Behind him Gibbs was quiet, waiting. Tim took a breath, Gibbs was right; no secrets between them, he could do this; the worst thing that could happen was that Gibbs would say no. He turned around on the bed, forcing Gibbs to let go of him, until they were facing each other. Tim took Gibbs hands in his.
“ You are wonderful, and I love you so much.”
He took another careful breath.
“You’re a great partner, a good man, a terrific lover.”
Gibbs shifted slightly on the bed, he was getting uncomfortable, Tim could tell. Tim wet his lips, time to cut to the chase.
“You mean so much to me, this marriage means so much to mean and I would just love to have other people see that.”
Gibbs frowned and opened his mouth to say something but Tim rushed on.
“I know our relationship has never been very . . .orthodox . . .well actually none of its has been very orthodox but our sexual relationship, isn’t, you know, vanilla, and I was just thinking I would love to take you to a club and show you off for our anniversary.”
“A club?”
Gibbs was frowning deeply now.
“What kind of club?”
Tim took a moment to wonder whether or not Gibbs even knew what an S/M club was. Not that what he had in mind was an S/M club in the traditional sense.
“I don’t mean with parties and strobe lights, and men in leather chaps chained to walls.”
It took Tim a splits second to tell from the look on Gibbs’ face that he had in fact not been away of the traditional sense of the term. Tim cursed himself silently, time to backtrack.
“The place I’m talking about is more like a resort, or an English gentlemen’s club. It’s discrete and classy, they have great food, and they screen people who come. It’s clean and safe.”
He took a breath.
“I know we’ve always had a rule: when it comes to sex I’m in charge, in our everyday life together we’re equal and at work you’re my boss. But just once I want us to get dressed up and go out together where I’m in charge, like during sex. Except at a club, and we wouldn’t have sex, at least not where people were watching, not unless you want to.”
He finally stopped talking and looked up, meeting Gibbs’ eyes. Gibbs’ face was unreadable, which didn’t make Tim feel any better. He suddenly realized his hands were sweating. As if Gibbs’ had realized this too his gaze dropped from Tim’s face to look down at their clasped hands.
“And this would make you happy.”
Gibbs’ voice was carefully neutral, and Tim frowned and shook his head.
“No I don’t want you to do this just to make me happy, want you to do this because you’re ok with this, completely ok with it, not just enduring it for my sake.”
He squeezed Gibbs’ hands.
“This is our anniversary. I want this to be for you too, and it doesn’t have to be for the whole time either, just like a weekend and then we can go to Mexico or Maine or where ever you want to go.”
“Maybe I want to make you happy.”
“No.”
Tim shook his head firmly.
“We are not doing this unless you are completely ok with it, that’s the way it works.”
Gibbs looked down at their classed hands.
“I don’t know.”
He looked back up at Tim.
“I don’t know about this, any of this, “
He paused looking back down that their hands
“But then I’ve never done anything like us before.”
Tim felt his chest contract.
“You know what? Never mind, lets go to Mexico and nice vacation together, it’ll be perfect.”
There was still a small part of Tim that felt disappointed but he pushed that aside. He had never really expected Gibbs to say yes anyway. A nice vacation in Mexico would be great. Pagers off, beaches, sea, sun, alcohol and Gibbs, all and all a good way to spend their anniversary
“Tim where’s this club you where talking about.”
Gibbs voice was soft and Tim looked up startled
“Oh, um, Las Vegas.”
“Then it’s on our way.”
Gibbs unlinked their hands to pat Tim’s knee.
“But . . . “
Gibbs actually smiled
“I don’t have to be a hundred percent sure of a plan, to go along with it, just sure enough.”
Tim shut his mouth before he managed to talk himself out of one of the best things to happen to him in a long time. He felt almost giddy and was sure it was going to take some time for this to sink in. Gibbs unfolded himself from the bed.
“Now lets go find out where the delivery boy left our dinner. Good thing I paid with credit or you’d be going to bed hungry.”
Tim could only nod and follow.
Part Two