Filled: NCIS, Tim/author's choice, Tim's skin smells like chlorine
Jethro figured, after this, that he'd never be able to smell chlorine again without remembering Tim. And not necessarily in an appropriate fashion.
...Definitely not in an appropriate fashion.
Skin still a little damp from the pool at his gym, flushed from his neck on down to his chest, head thrown back and panting, trying to catch a full breath.
It was a Saturday with the same basic routine. Got up, had breakfast, ran with the dog, then Tim went off to the gym and Jethro went down to work on his boat. Well, sometime between working on his boat and Tim coming home, his libido decided to kick into overdrive.
And Tim always came down to see him before going to clean up after a work-out. Was more than happy to let Jethro sweep the tools off his workbench and let him strip them down.
A few hard and bruising kisses, fingers and lube later and Jethro had buried himself to the hilt in Tim, barely pausing before pounding Tim into the table top.
Jethro wasn't quite sure were he found the energy to keep up the relentless pace, but he loved it and from the way that Tim was coiling, tighten, arching with every thrust, he wasn't the only one loving it.
He was so close when Tim finally caught a breath. "I-I..." Groaned when Jethro grabbed his cock, stroking it, and at the same time, Jethro somehow managing to pick up his already furious pace.
Didn't take very long until Tim was half shouting his climax, coming all over Jethro's hand and Jethro thrust in as far as he could, his own world hazy and shattered with orgasm.
Took a minute to realize Tim was giving him a quiet chuckle. "Did I do something to earn that, or were you just happy I was home?"
"Wait to my brain works and then I might be able to answer that."
Here's some smut for you! It just dawned on me that I never wrote you any before. LOL.
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Warning: Smut! NC-17! PWP!
Date: 2010-09-10 06:29 am (UTC)Jethro figured, after this, that he'd never be able to smell chlorine again without remembering Tim. And not necessarily in an appropriate fashion.
...Definitely not in an appropriate fashion.
Skin still a little damp from the pool at his gym, flushed from his neck on down to his chest, head thrown back and panting, trying to catch a full breath.
It was a Saturday with the same basic routine. Got up, had breakfast, ran with the dog, then Tim went off to the gym and Jethro went down to work on his boat. Well, sometime between working on his boat and Tim coming home, his libido decided to kick into overdrive.
And Tim always came down to see him before going to clean up after a work-out. Was more than happy to let Jethro sweep the tools off his workbench and let him strip them down.
A few hard and bruising kisses, fingers and lube later and Jethro had buried himself to the hilt in Tim, barely pausing before pounding Tim into the table top.
Jethro wasn't quite sure were he found the energy to keep up the relentless pace, but he loved it and from the way that Tim was coiling, tighten, arching with every thrust, he wasn't the only one loving it.
He was so close when Tim finally caught a breath. "I-I..." Groaned when Jethro grabbed his cock, stroking it, and at the same time, Jethro somehow managing to pick up his already furious pace.
Didn't take very long until Tim was half shouting his climax, coming all over Jethro's hand and Jethro thrust in as far as he could, his own world hazy and shattered with orgasm.
Took a minute to realize Tim was giving him a quiet chuckle. "Did I do something to earn that, or were you just happy I was home?"
"Wait to my brain works and then I might be able to answer that."
Here's some smut for you! It just dawned on me that I never wrote you any before. LOL.