This was Gibbs' favorite time of the morning. It was quiet, especially on a Sunday morning, but now light enough to clearly see Tim as he slept nestled against Jethro. Yesterday had been a revelation when Diane finally accepted the changes in his life, even becoming excited at the prospect of the baby. She insisted that Gibbs inform her the moment they named a suspect as she had avenues of information that other agencies didn't. For now she was looking through Dr. Davidson's tax records to see what she could uncover. It was a long shot, but Gibbs hoped that they could find an unknown business associate of Davidson, someone who would spill the beans to protect himself while Kort continued to work on getting to Davidson who was hidden away by the shadowy powers at the CIA.

It would take time for any of those possibilities to pan out and Gibbs was learning to focus on the here and now, so he raised up on one elbow and nuzzled Tim's face before moving down. Tim smiled in his sleep and shifted slightly, just enough for Gibbs to reach his prize. Capturing the growing nub in his lips he rolled and sucked it until Tim was moaning and arching his back. He shifted to Tim's other nipple, repeating the process while he used his fingers to pinch and work the first one.

Tim was awake now and whispering his name, begging for more. Gibbs pulled back long enough for them to shift around a bit then returned to playing with Tim's nipples and the burgeoning breasts underneath them. He only stopped long enough to catch Tim's wandering hands. "Nope, not going to touch yourself."

"Close, so close, gonna..."

"I know." Gibbs kissed each of his hands and pressed them down on the bed. "You're going to come from just this. He bent back down and circled his tongue around the areola before flicking it over Tim's nipple, then repeated it on the other side. His fingers played with whichever nipple wasn't in his mouth at the time and when he felt Tim's hips start to move he began sucking even harder. A few more minutes of that and Tim came with a shout.

Slowly pulling back, he ran his fingers through the streaks on Tim's thigh and then sucked them clean with a smirk. "Ya like that?"

"Oh, yeah." Unlike any relationship he'd had with women, the more sex he and Jethro had, the more Tim wanted. He knew part of it was the pressure of the womb frame against the nerves that went through his prostate, but he also knew it was much more than just a physiological reaction. "Want you in me."

"Already?" Even as he asked, Gibbs was reaching for the supplies.

Tim's legs were spread in anticipation. "Yes."

Gibbs enjoyed the act of preparing Tim, still taking his time even though Tim's body was getting used to their lovemaking, but nothing was as good as the moment he slid inside. "Mine."

"Yours."

Taking his time, Gibbs rocked back and forth, the back of Tim's thighs pressed against his chest. He gently kissed the sides of Tim's knees before he gave into the call of his body and picked up speed. Just as his climax hit he started working Tim's cock, pulling him over the edge seconds later.

-NCIS-

"Hey." They'd cleaned up with the wipes before they'd fallen back asleep, but Gibbs was getting hungry and he knew Tim had to be, too.

Smiling without opening his eyes, Tim snuggled up against him. "Mmm, I could get used to lazy Sunday mornings."

Gibbs remembered Sunday mornings a lifetime ago and chuckled. "Yeah, well, don't get too used to it. Kids are notorious for waking up at the crack of dawn when the parents want to sleep in."

"That's probably true." Tim straightened up as his hunger made itself known, but Gibbs pushed his shoulder down while climbing out of the bed.

"I'll bring breakfast back up with me." He kissed Tim's forehead and grabbed a pair of sweatpants as he went downstairs.

Tim listened as Gibbs whistled, the cheerful sound almost drowning out the sounds of whatever he was fixing down in the kitchen. It wasn't long before he heard footsteps coming back up the stairs.

Sitting up with the pillows ready for both of them, Tim took the tray as Gibbs joined him on the bed. Once they were settled, the tray went on the bed between them.

Gibbs hated to admit that the food Diane had bought them looked pretty good. He'd brought up the bagels and cream cheese along with the assorted toppings she'd bought them. Gibbs added just the smoked salmon to both halves of his while Tim balanced his out with sliced tomatoes and cucumbers on top of the salmon.

Much to Tim's surprise, Gibbs hadn't bothered with coffee yet but had made a pot of the herbal tea Chris dropped of the day before. "This is pretty good, where'd it come from?"

"Chris brought a cup of it when we were finalizing the details about the nursery. Since I really liked it, he brought a tin of it over while he was working next door."

That reminded Gibbs of something he was meaning to ask. "Why is it taking so long over there? The truck is back again today. I could have painted it by myself before now."

"Well..." Tim shrugged as he took another bite. "I asked him to do a little more than just paint."

Gibbs gave him a hard look. "How much more?"

Tim didn't want this to turn into their first fight, but he wasn't going to back down either. "Your dad is giving up his home and the business he's run for most of his adult life just to be next to us and our baby. I wanted him to be comfortable and I didn't want you to have to worry about it."

"I didn't think it was that bad. The carpet just needed a good cleaning." Gibbs tried to think about the inside of the other house. He knew the bathroom was in good shape, but nothing awful about the rest of it really stood out.

"A cleaning would have taken the stains out of the carpet, but not the wear. Once their furniture was gone, it was pretty noticeable and replacing the carpet is a whole lot easier when the house isn't full of furniture."

"Okay, that makes sense. So paint and carpet?" When he saw the look on Tim's face, he knew they weren't done. "What else?"

Tim gave him a sheepish smile. "Umm, the kitchen."

"How much of the kitchen?"

"All of it?"

"Tim," Gibbs dropped his head, trying not to get mad. "That much money we really should have talked about."

"It wasn't that bad. My royalty check for the quarter more than covered the whole thing."

Gibbs' head shot up and he stared at Tim. "Really?"

"Really. Let's look at it as an investment for a minute, alright? Eventually you're going to inherit that house, so any money we put into it is worth it. There's nothing fancy or high end being put in it. Chris and Trevor flip houses and some they keep as rentals. He knows how to make it look good for the least amount possible. Okay?"

He couldn't get mad at Tim, not like he could at the assorted ex-wives, especially when he was giving Gibbs that earnest look and especially when he considered the plans he had for their house while Tim was in the hospital. "Okay."

"Good." Tim picked up his remaining bagel. "Chris should be arriving anytime if you want to go look at what they've gotten done so far. After you get dressed."

Grinning now, Gibbs glanced down at his bare feet and sweat pants. "You don't want me to go over there like this?"

-NCIS-

Dressed and with a fresh cup of coffee finally in his hand, Gibbs wandered over to check out the changes at Jack's new house. The door was open and Gibbs rapped on the door frame as he stepped inside. "Chris, you here?"

Two workers were preparing to pull up the carpet and Gibbs saw exactly what Tim had been talking about before Chris arrived from the kitchen. "Hey, Jethro, so Tim finally told you about it?"

"Yeah, he did." Gibbs squatted down to rub his hand over the carpet, noticing the definite change in texture between where the bookcase had stood for the last thirty years and where the family had walked. "Damn, I can't believe I didn't notice this."

"You had other things on your mind. Don't worry, though, your dad still got a good deal on the place. He's a hell of a businessman; I might have him tag along the next time Trevor and I decide to buy."

"We come from a long line of horse traders." Gibbs stood, satisfied that the correct decisions had been made. "Okay, show me what we're doing in the kitchen."

Chris didn't say anything, just led him into the kitchen and watched for the reaction.

Gibbs looked around in amazement. All of the old cabinets were gone and beautiful new ones were in their place finished in a warm oak. A new stainless steel sink and dishwasher were already installed and a new refrigerator was in place while the new stove was sitting on a piece of heavy cardboard to protect the new floor while the last section of countertop was being installed. "How? You've only been at it for a few days."

"We kept the same layout and everything we used was stock instead of custom ordered."

"Dad's going to love it."

"That's the plan." The counter was done so Gibbs and Chris moved out of the way while the crew carried the stove over and hooked it up to the gas line. "Tim wanted him to be comfortable and happy and for you to not have to worry about anything over here."

"And all he's asked for in our kitchen is a freezer and maybe a new fridge. Seeing this makes our kitchen look like crap."

Chris smothered a grin. "Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about your place. Those aren't the original cabinets, right?"

Gibbs had a far away look in his eyes when he remembered the kitchen Shannon had cooked in. "Nah, the original kitchen cabinets were quarter-sawn oak with stained glass inserts."

"So what the heck happened?"

"A pissed off ex-wife."

This time Chris barked out a laugh before shaking his head. "Jethro, honey, the next time my mother starts questioning my life choices and hinting around that I should turn straight and find a woman, I'm going to take you with me as exhibit A."

Gibbs had to laugh at that, too before he turned serious as he ran his fingers over the new solid surface countertop. "Start bouncing some ideas around, okay. I think it might be time to do some upgrading over at our place, too."

-NCIS-

Arriving back home, Gibbs gave a nod to the guard before detouring into their kitchen a refill of coffee. Once he had that he took the stairs two at a time, not wanting Tim to continue to worry about his reaction. He expected to find him waiting nervously, instead he had his nose buried in his laptop. "Hey..."

Instead of looking up, Tim just raised one finger in the universal sign of wait while he worked on whatever had his attention. Gibbs was dumbfounded, but before he could say anything, Tim obviously finished what he was doing as he closed down his laptop. "Okay, now I'm all yours."

Setting his cup down, Gibbs sat on the edge of the bed and took the laptop when it was handed to him. "Place over there looks good, real good. Now, what were you doing that had your attention like that? I haven't seen you so buried in a computer since the last case you worked."

"I hit the mother lode." When Gibbs just stared at him, Tim explained. "I started looking at sites about breastfeeding and from there I went to sites about adoptive mothers actually breastfeeding their new babies. Then I found – did you know that there is an actual fetish where men feed from their wives and girlfriends?

That made Gibbs blink, but Tim kept talking. "Some of those women haven't had a baby, so they had to do a lot of what Dr. Hughes suggested that we do."

"Okay..." Gibbs knew his eyebrows were climbing as he struggled to wrap his mind around just where Tim was going with this.

"Then I found a sub-set of the fetish where it's the men that want to breastfeed for sexual purposes." Tim let that sink in for a moment. "I found a discussion forum where these men talk about what they did. Hormone creams, herbal supplements, the whole words. Some of them documented every step. Doses, timetables, results, it's all there. I sent all of it to Dr. Hughes. Maybe some of that will help me."

"Cool."

Tim flashed him a grin at the cheeky response. "Very, especially if it helps."

He waited until Gibbs had set the laptop down on the dresser and returned to pick up his coffee, swallowing a large mouthful. "So, do you want to breastfeed, too?" Laughing, he helped mop up coffee before pulling Gibbs close. "Or help me work on mine some more?"

a/n - Yep, real research and a real website that I found for this story.