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Title: X Marks the Spot
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Jimmy Palmer/Tim McGee
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: R
Table: 1, stories_a_z
Prompt: X
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 pulled back the covers and slid into bed behind Jimmy, sliding his arms around his boyfriend's waist and peering over his shoulder at the book he was reading. Just as he'd thought, Jimmy was perusing one of the "how to" books they'd bought at the sex shop.
"Are you learning anything that you didn't already know?" he asked, genuinely curious as to what Jimmy thought about what he was reading. From what he could tell as his gaze briefly scanned the pages, there wasn't anything written there that he wasn't already aware of.
Jimmy shook his head, turning slightly to give Tim a rueful smile. "No, not at all," he admitted with a sigh. "I think the clerk at that shop was right -- there isn't any right or wrong way to make love. As long as you know the basics of what you're doing, it's all about the emotions."
Tim nodded, a smile curving his lips. That was exactly how he felt -- though he did think that once they were both more comfortable with the physical aspects of being with another man, he was sure that the books they'd bought could teach them a thing or two. Or ten.
He had no problem with experimenting, and he was sure that Jimmy was open to that as well. But for the first few times they made love, he wanted them to simply be together, to get used to each other's rhythms and discover how they both liked to be touched.
The only thing that worried him was the initial penetration; he knew that he was going to be the aggressive partner when it came down to that. He and Jimmy had discussed it, haltingly and a little awkwardly, and he'd found out that Jimmy was sure he'd prefer to let his lover be the top.
He'd expected that, actually. Jimmy didn't seem like the kind of guy who would be comfortable with the role of the more dominant partner, and that was fine with Tim. As much as he loved Jimmy, he wasn't at all sure that he was ready to bottom for his boyfriend. Not yet.
That would come later, he had no doubts about that. After they were more comfortable with each other and had gotten used to the mechanics of making love, he was positive that he would be able to loosen up and feel more at ease with the idea of being penetrated.
He had to admit that he wondered how it would feel to have Jimmy inside him, what it would be like to give himself over that completely to his boyfriend. It was something he wanted to try -- but not at the beginning of their physical exploration. There was plenty of time for them to work up to it.
Besides, he wanted to please Jimmy, to do what he wanted. And his boyfriend had indicated that he wanted Tim to be the more dominant partner, so he was happy to oblige. He would do his best to make their first time -- and every time after that -- as good for Jimmy as it could possibly be.
"Tim, a-are you ready for this?" Jimmy asked, sounding shy and uncertain. "I think I am .... but I don't want to rush you into anything. If y-you're not ready, we don't have to make love tonight." He sounded hesitant, almost afraid, the words coming out in a rush.
Tim frowned, taking the book from Jimmy's hands and turning his boyfriend around in his arms to face him. Jimmy looked pale and worried, as though he was afraid of what could happen between them tonight. Tim had never seen him like this; it was almost frightening.
Without thinking, he tightened his arms around Jimmy, pulling him close and burying his face against his boyfriend's hair. "I'm ready, but I don't think you are," he whispered, moving a hand up and down the other man's back to soothe him. "Jimmy, we don't have to make love tonight."
"B-but I thought you wanted to," Jimmy protested, pulling back slightly to look up at Tim with anxious, worried eyes. "I thought this was going to be the night that we finally ...." His voice trailed off; he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he spoke again.
"I want you, Tim. I do. I want us to make love. I'm just kind of nervous about it, that's all." His gaze was riveted on Tim's face, a pleading look in his dark eyes. "Can we just take it slow, and fool around tonight? If we do end up making love, I want it to feel .... natural."
Tim immediately understood what Jimmy meant; he'd been feeling the same way. Planning to make love hadn't been the right thing to do; it had only made both of them tense and nervous, unsure about how to continue. This had to come naturally for them both.
"I want you, too," he whispered, brushing his lips against Jimmy's cheek. "And you're right -- we don't need to plan when we're going to make love. It should happen spontaneously. So let's not plan on it tonight, and just do what feels right."
He could feel Jimmy immediately begin to relax in his arms; his boyfriend's smile was all he needed to tell him that he'd said the right thing. Tim could feel relief seep through him; this wasn't going to be awkward for either one of them, not if they just decided to go with the flow.
They would know when the time was right for them to make love, he told himself firmly. But .... An idea began to coalesce in his mind as he reached for the discarded book. They could always read a bit, look at the pictures, and see what might develop.
Propping himself up on one elbow, he turned a few pages, raising his eyebrows at the pictures that were presented to his gaze. "Looks like they're pretty thorough about showing where things go," he said with a laugh. "X marks the spot, from what these pictures are telling me."
Jimmy sat up, squinting at the pages. "It's not like we don't already know where things go," he said, shaking his head. "We don't need the 'insert tab A into slot B' diagram and instructions." He laughed softly, looking over at Tim. "I think we're already a little past that."
Tim nodded, smiling at Jimmy's words. Yes, they were past that point already; he'd had his fingers inside Jimmy more than once, letting him get used to the feeling of being entered. But that was far different from what it would feel like when his cock was inside his boyfriend instead of his fingers.
They could take their time getting to that point, though. There was no need to rush. Just because they both felt that they were finally ready, they didn't need to leap in head first; they could work their way up to that point, and enjoy each other thoroughly along the way.
That was exactly what he intended to do, Tim told himself as he rolled Jimmy over onto his back, dropping the book and letting it fall over the side of the bed. He had more important things to think about -- and to do -- than spending his time looking at pictures.
He'd rather find out for himself just what it was like to feel what was pictured in that book. Having a bit of a guide was all well and good, but he was confident that at this point, he could find his way without having to rely on that guide to lead his steps down the path he should take.
It seemed that Jimmy felt so, too; his boyfriend didn't say anything when the book fell, simply wrapping his arms around Tim's neck and drawing him closer. When their lips met, Tim could almost swear that he saw sparks lighting up the air between them.
Maybe they would make love tonight -- and maybe they wouldn't. At the moment, that didn't seem to matter so much; all that mattered was that he had Jimmy in his arms, that the two of them were together, and that they had the entire weekend ahead of them.
All he wanted to do right now was to explore his boyfriend's body, to move his hands down Jimmy's sides, over his hips, down his legs, to kiss him and hold him close. If things went further than their usual kissing and touching .... well, then they would simply let their feelings be their guide.
His hands moved lower, down Jimmy's sides, pausing at his hips before one hand moved to part his thighs. Jimmy sighed softly, his eyes closing, his head falling back against the pillow. Tim hesitated, wondering if this was the right time to take things further.
"Don't stop, Tim," Jimmy whispered, opening his eyes to gaze up at Tim. "I want you to touch me. I want us to lose all of our inhibitions. I think it's past time we did that, don't you?" His boyfriend smiled up at him, the look on his face making Tim's heart skip a beat.
His fingers drew an X on Jimmy's inner thigh, his gaze locked on his boyfriend's face. He wanted to take this further, wanted to finally join their bodies in the heat of passion. But he would take this slowly, and prolong the pleasure for both of them.
"X marks the spot," he whispered, his voice husky with growing passion. "I want you, Jimmy. I want you more than I ever thought it was possible to want anybody. I don't know if we'll make love tonight -- but if we do, then it's going to be the best night of my life."
"And mine, too," Jimmy answered, his voice just as soft and husky as Tim's was. He raised a hand to cup Tim's cheek, his touch as light as a feather. "Don't over-analyze what we're doing, Tim. Let's just do what we feel, and see where that takes us."
Tim nodded, knowing that Jimmy had the right idea. They shouldn't have gone out of their way to attempt to plan what they would do; they should simply let their emotions take them where they would, and not be afraid to follow them, no matter where they might lead.
Jimmy's hands were moving down his back, stroking over his skin; the sensation elicited a soft moan from Tim's lips as his own hands moved down Jimmy's body. The touching felt different this time; there was more purpose behind it, a sense of heading towards the inevitable.
Whatever happened between them tonight, it was going to be wonderful, Tim told himself, feeling his heart quicken in his chest and his breath begin to come faster. It would be spontaneous, unplanned -- and most of all, it would be what they both wanted.***