"Mmmm, good morning." Gibbs nuzzled against Tim as he started to wake up. "You hungry?"
"Oh, yeah." Tim wrapped his hand around Jethro's dick and started stroking, grinning as he felt it come to life. "Starving." His morning plans came to a halt when his cell phone started to buzz. It was on Gibbs' side of the bed and the older man automatically glanced over at the screen.
"It's your grandmother."
Dropping his head with a sigh, Tim held out his hand. Smirking, Gibbs deposited the phone in his hand before getting up to start the coffee. Ten minutes later he walked back in with a cup of coffee and a glass of juice just as Tim was disconnecting the call. "She get a flight?"
"Landed in DC about a half hour ago. She's already got her luggage and a rental car."
"She's on her way here, isn't she?"
Gibbs had to smile at the lack of enthusiasm in Tim's answer and bent down to kiss him. "Cheer up, I know you're looking forward to seeing her, even if her timing sucks."
"Yeah." Tim gave Gibbs a heated look before downing his orange juice. "And I had such plans for this morning."
Gibbs bent down to kiss him. "At least she's not staying here. I'll get our of your hair for a few hours so she can have you all to herself."
"Gibbs." Calibrating the Mass Spec, she hadn't heard him come in and jumped when he spoke, then glared when he smirked. "What brings you down to my humble abode? Did we get a case? I thought you guys weren't on call." The Friday after Thanksgiving was usually pretty quiet and she was getting restless.
His good mood eliminated the possible case. "Nope. Who's your tattoo guy? Do I need an appointment?"
"Tattoo? You're getting a tattoo? That's great, Gibbs. I've only been trying to talk you into one for, like, forever. Why'd you change your mind? What are you getting? Can I see the design? Have you..."
He'd pinched her lips closed to get a word in edgewise. "Name? Appointment?" He held on a second longer before he let go.
"Snake, and I'll call him right now." True to her word, she had Gibbs set up with an appointment for later that morning. "Do I get to see the design? Please?"
He gave her that tilt of the head, then pulled out a rolled up strip of paper. She carefully unrolled it, recognizing what it was immediately and guessing on the who. "Is that the baby's heartbeat?"
"Yep." Gibbs took it back and gave the squiggly line a loving look before rolling it back up and returning it to his pocket.
"Oh, Gibbs, that's so sweet."
"It's a surprise, so don't tell him."
She mimed zipping her lips closed and throwing away the key, then asked. "Where does he think you are?"
"His grandmother is visiting, she finally got a flight this morning, so I'm giving them space. Plus I'm picking up a new mattress for the cradle."
"Sweetheart, I can't believe how well you're doing, and you seem so happy and well-adjusted."
Tim gave his grandmother a patient smile. "I am happy, Penny. I'm with someone that I'm going to have a wonderful life with and we're going to have a baby soon."
Penny wanted to be happy, but she still had her doubts and worries. "Do you love him, Timothy? Better yet, does he love you?"
"Yes, and yes, Penny. I realize that we might not have what other people would consider a conventional relationship, but it works for us."
"If you say so, Sweetie." She'd be a lot happier when she saw a ring on his finger, or some sort of public acknowledgment from Gibbs, but she'd take what she could get.
It had taken a few hours, but Gibbs was pleased with the outcome. He also had a new found respect for Abby and all of her tattoos. Gibbs would never admit to pain, but the underside of his arm was surprisingly tender. No matter, it was done except for the name and date that would be added later, after the baby arrived.
Getting out of the car, he checked the gauze that was wrapped around his bicep before nodding at the guard and going inside the house. Penny and Tim were in the kitchen, looking at baby supplies on his laptop.
Tim looked up, smiling until he saw what looked like a bandage wrapped around Gibbs' arm. "What happened? Are you hurt?" He stood and when Gibbs came closer, he caught the familiar scents. "Jethro?"
It had been the required time so Gibbs tugged up his sleeve and carefully peeled away the gauze, looking carefully when Tim gasped.
The tattoo was striking in its simplicity. A precise copy of the baby's heartbeat wrapped all the way around Gibbs upper arm in black, a red heart marking the overlap. It was probably the hormones, but Tim felt himself tearing up a bit. "Oh, Jethro."
After a lifetime of never wanting to permanently mark himself, this tattoo felt unbelievably right and Gibbs couldn't help but smile as he looked down at his arm. "After he's here, his name and birth date will go on the heart."
"It's beautiful." Tim's hand hovered, but didn't touch the freshly revealed tattoo. "What made you decide to do it?"
Gibbs reached out and laid his hand on Tim's extended belly. "I can't carry him in my body for you, but I want you to always know that I carry him in my heart. He marks your body every day and now..."
"His mark is on yours." Smiling, Tim's fingers touched the skin right below the tattoo. Behind them, Penny slipped out of the kitchen to give them some privacy. Gibbs wasn't one for public displays, but this one had been a doozy. Just seeing the way Tim's face had lit up told her how much it had meant.
Ducky had sent leftovers home with Jethro and Tim, enough to make sandwiches for a couple of days. Penny watched as Tim piled an assortment of condiments on his. "That's an interesting combination, dear."
Instead of answering, Tim was staring at the black olives in the Tupperware she was holding. Seeing the look on his face, Gibbs took the bowl from Penny. "You know what Dr. Hughes said, you have to watch your sodium." Tim gave him the look, but Gibbs held firm – sort of. "You can have three."
To lessen the sting of the restriction, Gibbs picked up one olive and hand fed it to Tim, who circled his tongue around Gibbs' finger to get every drop. Penny's eyes widened at the playful display between them. By the third olive, she was pretty sure she'd overstayed her welcome.
"Why don't I visit with Ducky for a few hours. I promised him we'd catch up while I was in town. I'll bring dinner back with me, say around seven?"
"That sounds good, Penny, thanks." Tim was grinning as he took Gibbs' hand and picked up his plate with his free hand. "I should probably eat and then lay down for a while."
She couldn't hide her amusement. "Make sure you get plenty of protein, Timothy."
"Planning on it." He and Jethro were grinning as Tim led them to the bedroom.
Penny took a few moments to put the food back in the refrigerator before leaving. Outside, the guard nodded and joined her as she walked to her car. "Timothy is going to take a nap for a few hours so I'll be back later with dinner for them."
Today's guard was young, somewhat naive and in total awe of the two men. "He needs a lot of rest, this is hard on his body after all."
Later, Penny would brag to Ducky about how she kept a straight face until she was around the corner.
Gibbs smirked as he was led first to the bathroom where Tim tenderly washed the new tattoo and patted it dry before then leading him to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Tim set his plate on the dresser then pushed Gibbs down on the bed. "Got something in mind, Timmy?"
"Shirt off, first." Grinning, Tim tugged on it, pulling the polo shirt from his waistband and Gibbs quickly shucked it off. Tim smiled as he carefully inspected the freshly washed tattoo. "Did they give you something to put on it?"
"Yeah, this." Gibbs shifted enough to pull a small tube out of his pocket and handed it to Tim who proceeded to gently coat the ointment over the raw skin.
"The better we take care of it, the better it will look once it all heals." Satisfied with the aftercare for the tattoo, Tim started working Jethro's belt free. "Now, I want to take care of something else that got interrupted this morning."
Gibbs helped get rid of his pants, kicking his shoes off in the process, before Tim encouraged him to lift up and lose the boxers. It took some shuffling, but once Gibbs scooted up as far as he could on the bed, Tim could lay on his side, nuzzling his face against Jethro's groin. "Been wanting this all day."
"Oh, fuck." Letting his legs fall open and his head roll back, Gibbs enjoyed the sensation as Tim licked and sucked on his dick. Just as he was getting close to coming, Tim moved down to his balls, sucking one, then the other, into his mouth while his fingers explored that sensitive space between balls and ass. "Oh, yeah. Do it."
To prove his point, Gibbs picked the lube up off the nightstand and tossed it down where Tim could reach it. He would have encouraged it more, but Tim swallowed his cock down almost to the base and started humming. It didn't take long before Gibbs could feel the familiar tingling as his balls pulled up tight. "Gonna come."
Tim scraped a finger across his opening as he increased his sucking, pulling Jethro over the edge with a shout. By the time he could think and speak again, Tim was carefully licking him clean. Once he was finished, Gibbs pulled him up for a kiss. "Damn, you've got a sweet mouth, I wasn't expecting to come that quick, not after the last couple of days."
"You're not that old, Jethro."
"Guess not." Gibbs smiled, then turned serious. "My ass is yours, too. You know that, right? Just because you're too pregnant to take me doesn't mean you can't play with it."
Tim kissed him again. "I know, and I will, but when I do I want to devote all my attention to what I'm doing."
Okay, I could have sworn that I added the recipe for Tim's cheese appetizer somewhere along the way, but apparently not. It comes from Ina Garten at the Food Network.
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Prep Time:15 min
Inactive Prep Time: -
Cook Time:6 min
Serves: 4 to 6 servings
1 1/2 pounds Italian Fontina Val d'Aosta cheese, rind removed and 1-inch-diced
1/4 cup good olive oil
6 garlic cloves, thinly sliced
1 tablespoon minced fresh thyme leaves
1 teaspoon minced fresh rosemary leaves
1 teaspoon kosher salt
1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 crusty French baguette
Preheat the broiler and position the oven rack 5 inches from the heat.
Distribute the cubes of Fontina evenly in a 12-inch cast-iron pan. Drizzle on the olive oil. Combine the garlic, thyme, and rosemary and sprinkle it over the cheese and olive oil. Sprinkle with the salt and pepper and place the pan under the broiler for 6 minutes, until the cheese is melted and bubbling and starts to brown.
Serve the baked Fontina family-style-right out of the oven in the cast-iron pan with crusty chunks of bread for everyone to dip.