Tim watched with eager eyes as Gibbs sunk into a squat beside him and picked up the binoculars. Tim's eyes lingered a little too long on how snugly the jeans fit Gibbs' ass before he raised his expressive eyes again and gave a whispered report on the activities of the warehouse they were watching. The warm air of his mouth turned white in the freezing cold night air and Tim was sure the end of his nose and the tips of his ears had actually frozen solid an hour beforehand.
Gibbs nodded and without turning reached into his thick jacket and pulled out a hip flask and handed it to Tim. Tim paused for a split second before he tore off his glove and reached for the battered leather flask. As his hand closed around it he felt a thrill run through him. The leather encasing the cool metal, battered and scratched from doing its job of protecting the flask was warm. Warm from being held against Gibbs flesh. Warm and salty from being held against the naked body of Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
With a quick glance in Gibbs direction Tim twisted off the top and lifted the flask to his lips. It smelled warm, of leather and saw dust and Gibbs. The hot liquor spilled into his eager mouth through the metallic tasting cold opening. Heat flooded through him that had nothing to do with the mouthful of Jack Daniels that swirled around his mouth and disappeared down his throat. He swallowed carefully and felt the muscles in his throat constrict and move and leave his mouth and sensitive full lips aching for more.
Tim shivered as longing for warmth swept his body and the violence of it was enough to almost unbalance his stiff crouch. Gibbs turned and grabbed his forearm firmly through his thick padded jacket, holding him for a moment, steadying him before releasing him once again to the cold night air.
"Better?" Gibbs asked quietly as he turned to him, his blue eyes smiling, and the skin around his eyes crinkling up in amusement.
Tim didn't trust himself to speak so he just nodded and licked his lips, tasting the Jack Daniels as he crouched in the cold darkness mere inches away from the man he would willingly follow into death.
"Good. You better keep it then for a while. Looks like it's going to be a long cold night out here." And like that Gibbs stood and with a comforting pat on the knee in the dark he was gone. Off to check on his other charges scattered throughout the dark.
Tim alone again took a fierce swig on the flask, blinking rapidly and then sucked the chill air into his warm mouth to feel the contrast in sensation on his tongue. Then he carefully tucked the leather encased flask away under his jacket. Next to his skin. Where it could warm him.