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Title: Immaculate Seduction
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Jimmy Palmer/Tim McGee
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Table: narrative_x_10
Prompt: Story 04
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Jimmy Palmer or Tim McGee, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.***
Tim smiled over at Jimmy as they sat down across from each other at their favorite restaurant, waiting to say anything to his boyfriend until the waiter had given them each a menu and left. Then he leaned forward, his voice soft and low as he spoke.
"I love this place," he said softly, his gaze not leaving Jimmy's face. "I used to come here alone all the time, just because I liked the food so much. But it's a lot nicer to be able to share it with you." He leaned back in his chair, still looking at Jimmy as he picked up the menu.
"I used to come here alone sometimes, too," Jimmy said, a look of surprise crossing his handsome features. "I'm kind of surprised that I never noticed you here -- but then, I always tried to sit near the side, and I spent as much time reading and looking out of the window as I did eating."
Tim couldn't help but laugh softly at those words; they sounded so much like what he did when he'd been here alone. "I did the same thing -- only I always tried to get a table in the back, preferably behind some plants," he said ruefully. "I wouldn't have noticed anybody."
"Well, neither one of us is ever going to have to go out to dinner alone and not notice anybody again," Jimmy declared, reaching across the table to lay his hand over Tim's. "From now on, it's you and me. Besides, I don't want you to go out alone. Another guy might sweep you away."
"That's never going to happen," Tim murmured, turning his hand over to clasp Jimmy's. He didn't want to let go of that hand, but he knew that he'd have to; after all, they still had to look at the menu and order, and they couldn't hold hands all evening.
He reluctantly let go of his boyfriend's hand with one last smile across the table before the turned his attention to the menu. By the time the waiter came back, they both knew what they wanted, and gave their orders before leaning back in their chairs and studying each other.
"It's nice to be able to spend an evening like this, isn't it?" Jimmy said softly, that smile flashing at Tim again. That smile could make his heart melt into a puddle on the floor; whenever Jimmy smiled at him like that, his brain turned off and his libido turned on.
"Yeah, it is," Tim murmured, stealing another glance at his boyfriend. All he cold focus on was those gorgeous dimples; just seeing them made him want to stand up, take Jimmy in his arms, and proceed to kiss the other man breathless, regardless of what anyone here might think.
But he couldn't do that, Tim told himself firmly. They were in a public place, and he couldn't let his feelings show so blatantly. Some people here might applaud them, but others could be offended, and he didn't want to get thrown out of one of his favorite restaurants.
Taking a deep breath, he firmly told his libido to calm down, that the two of them would be back home after dinner, and then he could touch Jimmy -- and kiss him -- as much as he wanted to. They would just have to be patient, and wait for what could only be termed as dessert.
Within moments, their food and drinks arrived; that was one thing that Tim had always liked about this place. The service was great, and the food was even better. When the waiter left, he picked up his fork and looked across the table at Jimmy again, at a loss for words.
As it turned out, he didn't need words. Tim was mesmerized into silence by Jimmy's actions as his boyfriend picked up one of the shrimp on his plate with no regard for manners, lifting it to his lips. As Tim watched, Jimmy moved the shrimp from side to side before slowly biting into it.
Tim couldn't take his gaze away from his lover's mouth; all he could think of was how much he wished that they were naked in bed, and that was his cock in Jimmy's mouth instead of that piece of shrimp. His mouth went dry at the thought; he couldn't have spoken if he'd tried.
Jimmy was seducing him -- without saying a thing, without taking off any clothes, and without being overly noticeable to anyone else. What his boyfriend was doing was all for him, for his eyes only -- and he couldn't have torn his gaze away if his life depended on doing just that.
Tim swallowed hard, trying to form words in his mind. If this went on for much longer, he was sure that he'd lose control completely, and that he'd end up bending Jimmy over the table and kissing him senseless -- or doing other things that would get them kicked out.
"If you keep doing that, then you're going to find yourself in a compromising position when we get home," he finally managed to say. The look on Jimmy's face was priceless; Tim almost wanted to laugh aloud as his boyfriend quickly swallowed the shrimp, his eyes widening in surprise.
"I will?" Jimmy asked, as though he'd been completely unaware of what he was doing. "I just wanted to see what your reaction would be if I tried to do something .... well, sexy. It's kind of occurred to me lately that I'm not exactly what anybody would call a sexy guy."
"What?" Tim could hardly believe his ears. "What do you mean, you're not a sexy guy? You're the sexiest man I've ever met. All you've got to do to turn me into a puddle at your feet is just smile at me. You're sexy, and gorgeous, and .... and amazing."
"Do you mean that?" Jimmy asked softly, a pink blush rising to his cheeks. "I thought I was being all sexy, trying to seduce you like this .... but if that's all it takes to turn you into a puddle of goo, then I don't need to be so blatant about what I want to do."
"You can be as blatant as you want," Tim said with a soft smile. "I love it. But you'd better realize that if you keep doing what you've been doing for the last few minutes, I might just drag you into the mens' room and have my wicked way with you."
"Yeah?" Jimmy's smile flashed at him again, and Tim could feel his body tighten. At the moment, he didn't want to be here in the restaurant. He wanted to be at home, in bed with Jimmy, making his boyfriend writhe and moan under him. He wanted to be somewhere .... private.
"This is the most immaculate seduction I've ever seen anybody do," Tim told his boyfriend with a laugh. "Other guys would be reaching over here and fiddling with my lapels, or loosening my tie. All you're doing is eating shrimp, and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
Jimmy leaned forward, his gaze never wavering from Tim's face. "I'll keep doing it, if you promise that you'll still think it's sexy by the time we get home. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm trying to get you all worked up. I want this to be a night we're going to remember for a long, long time."
Tim's breath caught in his throat at Jimmy's words, his eyes widening. Was his lover trying to tell him what he thought he was? Did Jimmy mean that this was the night when they would finally break through the last physical barrier that still seemed to separate them?
Was that what this immaculate seduction had been leading up to? If it was, then Tim was more than ready for the step they would be taking. He'd been ready for some time now, but he hadn't wanted to rush Jimmy; the last thing he wanted was to make his boyfriend feel pressured.
If that was what Jimmy wanted, then he would be more than happy to comply. On the other hand, if that wasn't what he was getting at, then they would keep going forward slowly, in just the way that they had been. Either one of those outcomes was fine with Tim.
As long as he had Jimmy in his life, then he was the happiest man in the world. They didn't have to cross that chasm yet; he had no doubt that step would be taken in time. He was in no hurry; he enjoyed their relationship as it was. There was no rush for anything to change.
"I can't wait to get home," Jimmy whispered, leaning across the table so that his words couldn't possibly be heard by anyone other than Tim. "I want you to have your wicked way with me. In any way you want. I want you all over me. And .... and inside me."
Tim felt breathless and dizzy; he wasn't sure that he'd heard his lover correctly. All he could do was nod; he was utterly incapable of speech at the moment. He wished they were at home right now, naked in bed, their bodies joined and caution thrown to the winds.
"Let's get out of here," he said, his voice guttural. "I can't sit here and pretend that I don't want to be at home in bed with you. Not when you say things like that." He raised a hand, catching the waiter's eye and signaling to him that they were ready for the check.
Moments later, they were making their way out of the restaurant, Tim's hand placed possessively on the small of Jimmy's back. His heart was beating in triple time, and all he could think of was what would happen when they got home. They couldn't make ti there fast enough.***