A/N I needed some light McGibbs, and I think I have read almost every M McGibbs on ff, so it's time to write some more! Here's some very fluffy smut coming your way. So to speak.

Chapter 1

It had been weeks since they'd been able to take their time and really enjoy making love. Work had been too busy, then Sarah had stayed with them one weekend... Tim was fit to burst when Gibbs announced they had the whole three day weekend off and he was taking Tim out of town to a secluded cabin. A blend of relief as well as a new and delicious tension had the younger man shaking as they finally arrived in the truck at their destination late Friday evening. In the twilight, Tim couldn't see much of the detail of the building, other than that it was a single story with a covered porch on at least two sides. Gibbs hustled him inside and told him to check it out while he unloaded. Waving away Tim's offer to help, he made quick work of getting their things inside.

Tim refused to let him unpack the cooler and kitchen supplies, having brought a few surprises of his own, but Gibbs took care of everything else. Making a half pot of coffee for a nightcap with a generous splash of whiskey in each mug, Tim gave Gibbs his drink and they wandered through the place. Obviously designed for a small family, one bedroom had a bunk bed and a single, while the other had a queen. Tim's imagination began to work at the first sight of the bunk beds, and from Gibbs' expression, he too had thoughts of defiling the innocent furniture.

"Think you can wait until tomorrow, babe?" Gibbs asked when Tim's wicked grin turned into heated kissing, both groping for spots to set their mugs down so they could embrace fully. The younger man groaned.

"Honestly, I don't know if I'll be able to relax enough to sleep in a strange place unless I do something about this," he brushed his pelvis against Gibbs, displaying the erection Gibbs had already been aware of. The older man's lips twitched, knowing Tim was trying to tempt him into sex.

"I think I can help you relax. C'mon," Gibbs drew Tim out to the living room, stopping to grab a flashlight and a couple of towels before continuing on to the back door.

"We have a hot tub?" Tim deduced.

"Better."

The groomed path beyond the door led to a soaking pool fed by a natural spring. They pulled the thermal cover off of it and Gibbs checked the thermometer. 99 degrees; a little low, but it would do for tonight. He'd adjust it later. Stripping down, he noticed Tim glancing around.

"We're very secluded, and this is more sanitary anyway," Gibbs reassured him. Tim smiled a bit tentatively but took his clothes off and set them aside. There was a bite to the night breeze, and they quickly submerged themselves.

The pool was about twelve feet long and ten wide, and it was tiered on the side where they climbed in. They settled beside each other on the level which had the water up to their necks, and both sighed as the heat immediately went to work releasing tension in their bodies. Reaching out simultaneously, their fingers tangled and they held hands as they leaned back.

"Wow, sweetie, this place is amazing... Thank you for bringing me out here," Tim said softly. They were far enough from the cities that they could see the Milky Way, and he automatically began identifying constellations in his mind.

Gibbs squeezed his hand. "You've been working really hard for your tyrant of a boss. You deserve a bit of down time."

Tim grunted in return. Gibbs had been going overboard a bit at work trying not to show favoritism. Hoping they'd settle back into their old work dynamic, he hadn't said anything, though he suspected that either Tony or Ziva, or both, had had words with him on Tim's behalf. He sighed, realizing this was Gibbs trying to make things right.

"Apology accepted," Tim said. "Come here." He pulled Gibbs toward him, scooting to a place where the bench was wider, and moving them until Gibbs was seated between his legs, his back resting on Tim's chest, head on his shoulder. Tim wrapped his arms around his lover and held him close. He nuzzled Gibbs' ear and hummed appreciatively, sliding his hand down across his belly. A hand gripping his stopped the motion.

"Uh-uh," Gibbs murmured. Tim looked at him and his eyes narrowed at the serene expression on his face; eyes closed, sighing contentedly. Tim's return sigh was from the other end of the emotional spectrum, and Gibbs knew he'd have a frustrated, sulky lover to deal with if he didn't do something. The games he intended for later in the weekend might have been able to take advantage of this situation, but he was too tired to start tonight. He rolled over in the water and pulled Tim into the deeper water on the far side. Kissing him gently, he then slipped behind the younger man and started rubbing his shoulders and neck as they floated together. After a few minutes, Tim spoke.

"This is all I'm getting tonight, isn't it," he said, saying it as a statement rather than an interrogative. Gibbs kissed his cheek and helped him rest his head on top of Gibbs' shoulder, continuing the massage on his chest.

"Mm-hmm," Gibbs breathed. "But it'll be worth the wait."

Tim finally smiled and let go, confident that it would be totally worth it and allowing himself to be lulled.

Tim drowsed so deeply that Gibbs chuckled at how like a sleepy toddler he was when he got him out of the pool. Once he was standing on the pavement next to the water, his head drooped and he patiently waited, his skin pink and steaming. Gibbs dried them off and wrapped towels around their hips then picked up the pile of clothing and gently guided his sleepy lover back to the cabin. Pliant and relaxed, Tim was asleep as soon as Gibbs settled him on the bed. He tenderly stroked his soft hair before he squared away the towels and clothes, finally climbing into bed and pulling Tim into his arms.

~~~NCIS~~~

Gibbs had been extra tired, too, and it was Tim who woke first. He watched Gibbs as he slept for several minutes, enjoying being able to study his lover's features while they weren't overpowered by his stunning blue eyes. He wasn't young. Tim knew that. He knew that in a decade, or maybe two (hopefully three), he'd be taking care of an elderly man, and if he was blessed with a long life, his own golden years would not include Gibbs save as a memory. He also knew one of them could die at any time from a myriad of non-age-related things, so he chose every morning to set aside his worry about the inevitable loss and just be grateful for every day, every memory he created; even the ones that made him wince, like the anger and impatience he'd been on the receiving end of at work. Of course, aggressive and angry Gibbs was incredibly sexy as well. There was nothing like watching him break someone in interrogation by slamming his hands on the table, or flipping the table, getting right into their faces... Tim snickered at himself. He was picking up right where he'd been derailed last night. He wondered what Gibbs had brought to be so sure Tim should wait for sex until they had a full day. Carefully slipping out from under Gibbs' arm and the covers, Tim crept over to Gibbs' bag. Just a peek, he thought...

"You'll ruin the surprise," Gibbs said, his voice clear as if he'd already started on his gallon of coffee for the day. Tim stood from his crouch and turned around. He wasn't even facing this way.

"Do I get a hint?" Tim asked, coming back around the bed. One piercing eye opened and looked at him.

"Not since you were gonna peek. Shoulda asked," he said, the eye closing and a smirk starting.

"You were asleep!"

"Was I?"

Tim pouted, trying not to laugh. "I thought you were."

"Can't sleep when someone is staring at me," Gibbs said as he finally opened his eyes and sat up. Tim struggled to keep his pout as he crawled across the bed to kiss his lover good morning.

"Well, how about I make it up to you with coffee and..." He considered the various breakfast items he'd brought. "Bacon, eggs, and toast with that bitter orange marmalade?"

Gibbs pretended to consider.

"Is it the thick bacon?"

Tim suppressed his grin. "I brought both, but I have other plans for the thinner stuff. Yes."

"And which kind of bread is it?"

"A loaf from that bakery you like; with the sunflower seeds. And the eggs are the ones we got from Abby with her farm share."

"So they've got the orange yolks?"

"Yes, dear," Tim said sardonically.

"Well okay then. You've earned forgiveness for waking me."

Tim grinned. "Oh thank you, great one!"

Gibbs swatted his naked ass as he hopped out of bed to follow through, and nodded to himself when Tim laughed and swung his hips in an exaggerated fashion as he went to the bathroom.

Stacking pillows behind himself and leaning back with his hands laced behind his head, Gibbs waited for Tim to come looking for his clothes. When he did, the look on his face was comical.

"Uh, Gibbs? Where are my clothes?" He asked, after he'd opened his bag and found only his toiletries, then looked in the dresser and closet.

The well-known Gibbs-smirk was the only response he got.

"I kinda need to get dressed so I can cook breakfast, babe. Cooking bacon in the buff is never a good idea."

"There's a robe in the bathroom you can wear, but I want you naked after the food's done," Gibbs informed him. Tim's head cocked as he figured out what was going on.

"Is that the plan? Naked weekend?"

Gibbs shook his head. Tim's eyes narrowed. "Earned... Do I have to earn my clothes back?"

"Kind of. You up for a bit of a game?"

"What are the rules?" Tim walked closer to the bed, drawn by the complex look Gibbs was giving him.

"Just one. Obey."

Tim's eyes grew huge. "Seriously? You want to spend the weekend playing master/slave? I was kind of thinking more romantically..." He sat on the edge of the bed, his mind racing, wondering if this was what Gibbs had wanted from him all along or if he just wanted to try it or... He hadn't let Abby go there, even though she'd asked. And his new-found confidence in his gender, his awareness of his own worth made him have misgivings about even playing at subbing.

Gibbs leaned toward him and stroked his face lovingly, causing Tim to relax a little.

"This is about letting go and letting me take care of you, completely," Gibbs whispered. "I want to have total control to make this weekend all about showing you how much I care about you, Tim."

"Really? Not degradation and whipping and..."

"Never. You are the most beautiful part of my life. I would never ask you to debase yourself. Just surrender. Trust me. I'll ask your permission before I do anything new, okay?"

Tim found himself tearing up at Gibbs' words. "I trust you, Gibbs. With everything I am and everything I have."

The smile he got from that melted all his reservations. Gibbs loved him. He always would.

"Naked after cooking it is."

~~~NCIS~~~