Your Arms Feel Like Home
Three Weeks Later…
Stepping out of the bathroom, McGee tried to hide the small smile on his lips at the sight of his boys snuggled up in the bed together, catching the end of one of Josh’s cartoons while the little boy finished his breakfast.
“You almost done, J?” McGee asked, making his way over to the dresser as he ran his fingers through his damp hair, checking his reflection in the mirror.
“I stay wis Daddy t’day?” The little boy asked, tearing his pancake into small pieces before sticking it in his mouth.
“No, you’re gonna go play with Grandma and Auntie Sarah today. Remember?”
“Tim,” Tony sighed, flopping back against the pillows with a groan. “Just leave him here.”
“Can’t do that. You know you aren’t supposed to be lifting on him, and how exactly are you supposed to get any rest if you’re up runnin’ around after him?”
“I’ve been ‘resting’ nonstop for the last three weeks! I need something to do! I’m starting to go crazy! Did you know that we missed a spot when we painted this room? Yeah, I didn’t either until I was forced to spend twenty four hours a day in here, starin’ at the walls! You gotta give me somethin’ to do,” he pleaded.
“T,” the younger man said, sinking down on the mattress beside his sullen lover. “I know you’re bored but"“
“Bored doesn’t even begin to cover it, McGee. I was bored after the first three hours! This is just cruel and unusual punishment!”
“It’s for the best,” McGee reminded him, reaching over to rub his belly gently. “You know that.”
“Doesn’t mean it makes it any easier,” the Italian muttered bitterly, swatting his lover’s hand away.
“Hey,” McGee frowned, leaning over to press a kiss to his lover’s cheek. “C’mon, T. Don’t do this, huh? I know it sucks being stuck at home and if I could stay home with you, you know I would. But don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”
“You’re right,” the Italian conceded after a moment, relaxing against his lover’s touch. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be such a freakin’ crybaby.”
“You’re fine,” McGee assured him, nuzzling his nose gently as he pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’ll tell you what: if we aren’t too busy today, I’ll talk to Gibbs about takin’ half a vacation day. Does that sound good?”
“You mean it?”
“Yep. I’ll come home, we’ll hang out, watch movies, do whatever you want. Just me and you.”
Considering the offer for a moment, Tony nodded before he leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of his son’s head. “Okay.”
“Okay,” McGee repeated, offering his lover a small smile. “But if I’m going to come home, that means you have to relax this morning, okay? You can move out to the couch if you want to, but that’s it. Stay off your feet.”
“I know, I know,” Tony muttered, though McGee didn’t miss the slight smile on his face either. “Josh, you be a good boy for your grandmother.”
“I good boy,” Josh responded with a nod. Finishing up his pancake, he handed the empty plate to McGee before he pressed a kiss to his father’s cheek. “Bye bye, Daddy. Bye bye, babies!”
Grinning at his son, Tony relaxed back against the pillows as McGee pushed himself to his feet. “I’ll call you and let you know what Gibbs says, huh? You need anything before I go?”
“I think I’m okay,” Tony responded, stifling a yawn as he stretched out on the bed.
“Alright. The laptop is all ready to go if you get too bored. I’ll leave it on the night stand for you.”
“Thank you,” the Italian responded, offering Josh a slight smile. “Daddy’ll see you later okay, buddy? Have fun with Grandma and Auntie Sarah.”
“Bye bye, Daddy!”
Watching as his two boys left the room, Tony turned onto his side, kicking the covers off of his body with a quiet groan. It wasn’t even 0630 yet and already, and he was hot.
It was going to be a long day.
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McGee smiled as he walked into the lab and spotted Abby waving goodbye to Tony over the video conferencing software on the computer.
“I’ll talk to you later, T. Get some rest, huh? Timmy will have my ass if he finds out I’ve been keeping you from sleeping.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let me deal with him,” Tony replied, winking at her. “Talk to you later. Don’t work too hard.”
“I never do,” she responded with a smirk as she disconnected their chat. Turning at the quiet sound of McGee clearing his throat, Abby nearly jumped out of her skin when she finally spotted him. “Timmy! You scared the shit out of me,” she accused, punching his shoulder as he walked over to her.
“Sorry,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to the Goth’s cheek. “How’s he doin’?”
She shrugged, taking a sip of the Caf-Pow! he offered her. “Unhappy about bein’ stuck in bed, but what else is new? This is Tony we’re talking about.”
The younger man chuckled. “This is true.”
“What are you doin’ down here anyway?”
“Just came down to drop off these files before I head out.”
“Where you goin’ so early?”
“Gibbs is lettin’ me use up some of my leave time. Gonna go home and relax with Tony for a bit before my mom and Sarah drop Josh off.”
“I’m so glad you guys worked things out,” she said, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “Oh! I almost forgot. Got something I wanted to ask you.”
“Sure. What’s up?”
“Well, I talked to Jethro last night, and he said that I had to ask you first. I wanted to know if you and Tony would mind if we took Josh for the weekend. There’s a big festival goin’ on down in Ocean City and I really think he’d enjoy it.”
“You sure you wouldn’t mind doing that?”
“Oh, not at all. I mean, I know you guys usually do your own thing with him on the weekends, but with Tony stuck in bed, I thought it might be a good idea to"“
“No, no. It’s perfect. That actually works out really well.”
“For what?”
“Well, a few weeks ago, before…” He trailed off, biting his lower lip. “Before everything between me and Tony happened, I planned on taking him away for a weekend. Just the two of us, you know? Unfortunately, now that he’s been put on bed rest, I’m afraid to leave but I really think that we could use the alone time.”
“Aww! A romantic weekend! That’s so sweet,” she gushed, offering him a bright smile.
McGee rolled his eyes at the woman, but he couldn’t help but grin. “I’ll have his stuff ready. What time do you think you’ll be ready to go?”
“Well, J said somethin’ about taking off around five this evening?”
“That’s perfect. Can’t thank you enough for this, Abs.”
Waving him off, she smiled again as he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Go on. Get outta here. Let me know if you guys need anything before we swing by to get Josh.”
“Will do. Thanks again!”
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Unlocking the front door, McGee stepped inside quietly, not wanting to disturb his lover in the event that he was sleeping. He was pretty sure that the heat was going to prevent the older man from doing that, but he wanted to be sure before he made too much noise.
The junior agent was surprised when he didn’t see the TV on in the living room, having expected Tony to have migrated to the larger room at some point during the few hours he had been gone.
“Tony?” He called quietly, making his way down the hallway and into the bedroom.
The younger man’s eyes widened slightly when he entered the master bedroom to see his lover spread out across the large mattress, the sheets kicked back and hanging onto the floor. His eyes raked over the evenly tanned body lying on the bed, taking in every unclothed inch before swallowing hard.
“Seein’ something you like, Timmy?”
“I… uh, well…”
“No?” Tony pushed himself up to a sitting position and reached for the glass of ice water on the night stand, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. “Jesus Christ, it’s hot.”
“Yeah,” the younger man agreed, his eyes never leaving Tony’s body.
The older man faltered just slightly under the intense gaze. Returning his drink to the nightstand, he leaned over the bed with a groan, pulling the covers over his body with a frown.
“What… what are you doing?” McGee asked, licking his lips as he snapped himself out of his trance.
“You’re grossed out.”
“What? No I’m not.”
“Then why were you staring?” The Italian asked, trying desperately to keep the whine out of his voice. “You think I look disgusting.”
Cocking an eyebrow at his lover as he loosened his tie, McGee stepped closer to the bed, pulling the blanket away from Tony’s body before he kneeled on the bed beside him. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to his lips before he pulled away, a grin already forming on his face.
“I do not think you’re disgusting,” he promised. “I was just admirin’ the view.”
Shivering slightly at his lover’s tone, Tony glanced up at him hopefully. “Really?”
“Absolutely. Can’t believe you’d even question that,” he said, dropping his lips to Tony’s neck, nuzzling his chin gently.
Closing his eyes, a quiet moan escaped him before he pressed his hands against McGee’s chest, pushing him back slightly. “We… we shouldn’t. Josh… he’s gonna be home soon.”
“Nope. He’s goin’ with Abby and Gibbs this weekend.”
“What? Why?” He asked, a dark frown on his face.
“Because I wanted to be alone with you this weekend,” McGee mumbled, pressing his lover back against the pillows. “Lay back, T. Relax. Let me show you how much you turn me on.”
Closing his eyes, Tony swallowed hard as the younger man’s lips moved down his chest and belly slowly. “Mmm… F… feels so good,” he moaned, lifting his hips with a gasp when he felt McGee’s tongue teasing his hardening cock.
Laughing quietly, McGee moved back up Tony’s body, capturing his lips again. He pressed himself against his lover, grinning at the gasp that escaped Tony when he felt his erection pressed against his thigh through his jeans. “You feel that, Tony? Hmm? That’s all because of you.”
“God, Tim…” he whimpered, his fingers clawing at the younger man’s shirt. “You need… to lose this.”
Not needing to be told twice, McGee quickly unbuttoned his shirt before he tossed it to the floor. Leaning down again, he kissed Tony as the older man fumbled with the button on his pants.
It wasn’t long before he was naked, pressing himself against Tony as he teased the older man with his erection. “You… still okay?” McGee asked, panting slightly.
“Better… than okay.”
“You have to tell me if I’m hurting you,” he commanded, nipping playfully at his lover’s neck. “Don’t… might be too heavy for you.”
“Stop… talking. Need you… inside, now,” Tony pleaded, closing his eyes as he threaded his fingers through McGee’s short hair.
Reaching for the bottle of lubricant on the table beside the bed, McGee took his time in getting himself ready before he pressed himself against Tony.
The older man cried out beneath him, lifting his hips desperately. “Don’t tease me,” he whimpered. “Please, please don’t tease!”
The feeling of Tony writhing below him was all the incentive McGee needed. Lowering his mouth to Tony’s neck, he bit down on the sweet flesh as he pushed himself into him, crying out at how good it felt to be buried inside.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned.
It had been awhile since they’d been intimate with each other but they fell into an easy rhythm. He could feel Tony slip his hand between them, gripping his rock hard cock as he stroked himself in time with the thrusts, his breaths coming out in short little gasps.
“I’m not gonna… oh fuck, Timmy.”
“Let it go,” the younger agent commanded, burying himself in side of his lover. “Almost there, T. Let it go.”
Lifting his hips as he thrusted into his hand, Tony cried out as he exploded all over McGee’s stomach. The feeling of his lover convulsing beneath him was all McGee needed to send him over the edge and with one final thrust, he lost it inside of the older man.
Despite the urge to remain inside of him, McGee rolled over, collapsing on the mattress beside him, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath.
“That was…”
“There are no words,” Tony agreed, closing his eyes as he swallowed hard.
“You okay?”
“Never been better,” Tony promised, rolling onto his side to press himself against his lover. Releasing a shaky breath, the older man closed his eyes, nuzzling his nose against McGee’s shoulder. “Love you.”
“Love you too, T. You sure you’re okay?”
“Mmhmm. Gotta admit, that didn’t make the heat any more bearable,” he snickered. “Might have made it a little worse, but it was totally worth it.”
“I got somethin’ that might help cool you down,” McGee grinned, pecking Tony’s lips before he pulled away. “Stopped by the store and got some more ice cream for you. You want some?”
“The butter pecan?”
“Yep. Got a new bottle of the strawberry syrup too.”
“Oh God, that sounds heavenly,” the older man moaned, rolling onto his back.
“Need anything else while I’m up?” McGee asked as he climbed from the bed, grabbing his discarded boxers from the floor.
“Can you see if we have any potato chips left?”
“Potato chips and ice cream?”
“Hey, don’t judge. Makes a good combination,” the Italian defended.
“I’ll take your word for it,” McGee snorted as he made his way out of the bedroom.
Pushing himself up, Tony rolled over and grabbed his own underwear, tugging them on before he collapsed back against his pillows, completely exhausted.
McGee returned a few minutes later, a large bowl of ice cream in hand, the bag of chips tucked beneath his arm. Handing the bowl to his lover, he settled himself beside Tony, snickering quietly as the older man opened the bag of chips and immediately started crushing them over his ice cream.
“That’s disgusting.”
“It’s delicious,” Tony corrected, taking a large bite. “You should try it.”
“No way.”
“Please? For me?”
Eyeing Tony wearily, McGee released a quiet sigh and opened his mouth accepting the spoonful that the Italian offered him. “That’s actually not too bad,” McGee conceded after a moment, grinning when Tony fed him another bite.
Releasing a quiet sigh, McGee turned on his side, pressing himself against Tony as the older man continued to eat his snack.
“Want another bite?”
“Sure,” McGee smiled, pressing a kiss to Tony’ shoulder before he opened his mouth to accept another bite. “Y’know… didn’t you think that was a bit weird?”
“What? My ice cream?”
“No. I mean, yeah, that’s weird, but I’m talking about the sex.”
Cocking an eyebrow at McGee, Tony elbowed him gently. “No! Why would that be weird?”
“Don’t get me wrong! It was good! Better than good, actually! But it was just… wasn’t it weird knowing we were having sex while you have Gibbs’ babies inside of you?” McGee asked, moving to rest his hand on Tony’s swollen belly.
“Never really thought about it before. I guess it’s a little weird, but I can’t really bring myself to care. You know how I am when I’m pregnant… I’m practically insatiable.”
“In more ways than one,” McGee teased, taking his lover’s empty bowl from his hands. Leaning over, he placed it on the nightstand before he settled in against Tony once more. “You should probably get some rest. I’m pretty sure I’ve tired you out.”
“Somethin’ like that,” Tony smirked, pressing a kiss to McGee’s lips before he sank back down on his mattress, releasing a quiet sigh as he closed his eyes, allowing sleep to overcome him.
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McGee woke up a few hours later, his stomach turning uncomfortably as he shifted onto his back. Running a hand over his face, he sat up carefully, trying not to jostle himself too much.
“Tim?” Tony asked, opening his eyes sleepily. “You okay?”
“Ugh. I don’t know. I’m beginning to think I shouldn’t have eaten whatever that concoction was that you fed me.”
The Italian shrugged before he sat up and wrapped his arm around his lover’s shoulder. “Yeah, you’re probably right. But… you did say it was good,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to his temple before he climbed out of the bed carefully. “I’m going to go get you some ginger ale and a trashcan. Be right back.”
“Tony…”
“No arguing. I’ll be right back.”
The younger man sighed heavily as he sank back against the pillows and waited for the senior agent to come back into the bedroom.
He returned a few minutes later, carrying the soda, trashcan and a plate of saltines for his lover.
“Here you go,” the older man grinned, handing him the drink and crackers before placing the trashcan beside the bed. “Still feelin’ sick?”
McGee sighed. “A little.”
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Tony said, offering his partner a cheeky grin. “It came in the mail yesterday.”
“Oh yeah? What is it?” He asked, taking a bite of one of the crackers.
“You’ll see,” he teased, making his way over to the DVD player and turning it on before he slipped a disc inside. “I hope you like it.”
The DVD started playing almost as soon as the Italian climbed back on the bed. Eyeing his lover warily, McGee settled in beside the older man, dropping his head to his shoulder. “You’re not gonna make me watch… James Bond or that dumb Death Race movie again, are you?”
“Your lack of faith in me is astounding,” Tony muttered dryly, though he dropped his head to press a kiss to his lover’s lips.
Shifting closer to Tony, McGee groaned quietly as his stomach turned again. “Never eatin’ anything you offer me again,” he muttered, rubbing his stomach in an attempt to settle it.
“I’m sorry,” the Italian frowned, wrapping an arm around McGee’s shoulder as he pulled him closer.
Releasing a quiet sigh, McGee barely stifled a yawn as he tried to focus on the television, though he couldn’t help but grin when the title menu started to play. “Star Trek? Really?!”
“Knew you’d like it,” Tony grinned.
“How come you ordered this? You wouldn’t even go to the movies to see it with me!”
Tony shrugged, kissing his lover again. “Because that whole… situation made me realize that you do a lot more for me than I do for you and it’s not right. I’m pretty much a selfish guy by nature, so I can’t promise that I’m completely cured when it comes to that, but I promise I’m going to try harder.”
“Tony…”
“No arguments,” the Italian chided gently before he nudged his partner’s side. “You know what you need? Something to take your mind off your stomach.”
“Oh yeah? Got any ideas?”
“Mmhmm. Lay down here.”
Cocking an eyebrow at him, McGee shifted his body, stopping only when Tony shook his head. “What?”
“Not like that. On your belly.”
“Tony,” he whined.
“Just do it, huh? Let me take care of you for once.”
Frowning darkly, McGee eyed the older man momentarily before he shifted on the bed, laying down on his stomach with a sigh. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you something else to think about,” Tony responded, moving to straddle his lover’s hips. “Comfortable? Can you see your movie okay?”
“’M fine. Tony, you don’t"“
“Shut up and enjoy it Probie,” he smirked, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to his lover’s bare shoulder blade before he started to massage him. “You’ll have to let me know if I get too heavy for you.”
Closing his eyes, McGee moaned quietly as his partner started to massage his shoulders. He could feel himself melting under Tony’s touch.
It was all he could do to stay awake, though after awhile, he reached back, patting his lover’s leg gently. “Up,” he grunted, barely suppressing a smile. “You’re gettin’ heavy.”
Tony swatted him playfully before he climbed off, settling back against the pillows. He couldn’t help but grin when McGee shifted on the bed again, snuggling up against his side, wrapping an arm around his growing waist. “You’re the best, T.”
“I know,” the Italian grinned, dropping his head to claim his partner’s lips. “Feeling better?”
“Much,” McGee responded with a nod, dropping his head to Tony’s chest as he traced patterns absently on the older man’s large belly.
Covering McGee’s hand with his own, Tony nuzzled the top of his head, pulling him even closer as he focused on the movie playing on the TV. “Y’know… Kinda wish I hadn’t turned you down when you wanted to see this in the theater. Can you imagine how awesome it was on a huge screen?”
Laughing quietly, McGee stifled a yawn as he closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of his lover’s arms around him.
Chapter End Notes:
A/N: Hello, hello! Thank you *so so* much to everyone who reviewed after the last chapter! I'm sorry, this one took me a little bit longer to get out because I've been helping my mom out at home so I haven't had *that* much time to write! This chapter really has no point at all other than giving you guys some fluff after all the drama I've put you through! Be forewarned: there is a smutty scene in the middle, but if that's not your cup of tea, feel free to skip that part! Thank you to my bffl Kelley for her help with this chapter and I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as you've enjoyed the last few! Reviews really do inspire me to write faster! And don't forget: Tony loves reviews more than strawberry syrup covered butter pecan ice cream and potato chips!