Jimmy entered Autopsy. All the lights were out. When he had stepped out of the elevator he had noticed that the windows were covered up too. For a moment, he had thought that Ari had come back. Not that he knew much of the terrorist, but he heard stories, and he was afraid of him… even if he was dead now.
As soon as he reached towards the light switch, he was grabbed from behind with extreme force, with an arm around his neck to keep him in place. "Please! Don't kill me!" he panicked. A quiet chuckle was heard from his tall captor behind him. The grip was too strong to be a woman and even though he was not cooperating, he got dragged towards the last autopsy table and pushed onto it. Not by force, but gently.
"Lay down Jimmy." Jimmy heard a familiar voice. His captor sounded sweet, longing and mischievous, Jimmy always wanted him to sound like that to him, the way he spoke to his lover, Jimmy's boss, of whom he had always been jealous.
"Special Agent Gibbs?" he asked surprised.
"You bet Jimmy." Gibbs softly pushed him onto the cold autopsy table.
"W-w-w-what are you doing?" Jimmy stammered. Jimmy could feel Gibbs' warm breath in his neck as he bent over.
"I am going to make your dream come true." He whispered in Jimmy's ear. Jimmy felt how Gibbs took his right wrist and tied it up.
"Which dream?" Jimmy swallowed hard. "The one where you and Dr. Mallard perform an autopsy on me while I'm still alive?"
Agent Gibbs snickered. Jimmy had never heard him do that before.
"Is that what you dream about, Jimmy?" Jimmy could hear the smile in his superior's voice. Gibbs had moved to Jimmy's left side and secured his left wrist.
"N-n-no Agent Gibbs."
Gibbs cupped Jimmy's face with his hand. "If you don't start calling me Gibbs or Jethro right now, I might have to ask Ducky to autopsy you while you're still alive, like you feared." Gibbs growled playfully. He gave an extra tug on Jimmy's restraints to make sure Jimmy understood.
"Ok…" Jimmy said hoarsely. Jimmy heard Gibbs walk away from him, he counted the steps, he was headed to Ducky's desk. Jimmy liked to count his own steps.
Between autopsies, he paced around a lot, trying to get his mind of Dr. Mallard and sex. He usually wrote in his diary while Dr. Mallard was away and in his lunch breaks, which he had a lot.
"I like the way how Agent Gibbs addresses Dr. Mallard. Instead of being one big bastard, he's a big romantic. I over heard them today, I didn't mean to, but I did. Agent Gibbs was talking about how he would arrange their evening at home. He'd give Dr. Mallard a massage. Oh wow, I wish I had someone special like Agent Gibbs to pamper me." Jimmy heard Gibbs talk. Busted, Jimmy thought. "You know Jimmy, you should take your personal stuff home with you." Gibbs said tauntingly.
Jimmy felt too embarrassed to even respond to that. Instead of just doing that, Gibbs continued. "For some reason I'd love to just grab Agent Gibbs, kiss him and get away with it without being shot. Dr. Mallard does that. Dr. Mallard and I were doing an autopsy on a girl, and I said that she was gorgeous and that it was a pity that she was dead, but what I meant to say was how hot Dr. Mallard looked in his scrubs today. Then Agent Gibbs walked in, send me off on a lunch break but as soon as I headed out of the door, I knew they were kissing."
"Stop! Please!" Jimmy pleaded. "I didn't mean to…"
"Well, it's about time you said "stop"." Gibbs replied, throwing the diary back on to the desk. "Why didn't you just say so Jimmy?"
Jimmy kept quiet, and heard Gibbs walking back, towards him. It was still dark in autopsy, something Jimmy really liked right now because he was really anxious of what was going on, and scared too. Gibbs might just as well have planned this and was now teasing him.
"Because I…"
"… was scared?" Gibbs finished off Jimmy's sentence. Jimmy liked that, Gibbs always did that to Ducky's sentences too, most of the time.
Gibbs took off Jimmy's shoes and socks. "What a lovely pair of feet you have Mr. Palmer." Gibbs said pleased. "Clean."
"I just took a shower but…"
"Shhhh…" Gibbs shushed him. "Relax Jimmy." Gibbs ran his finger up and down Jimmy's left foot, which made Jimmy giggle. He never could deal with tickling that well. Jimmy's inner panic button went off when he felt that Gibbs was tugging his belt. He was having problems with opening it, but after a few moments he succeeded.
"W-w-what are you doing?" Jimmy stammered.
"What does it look like?" Gibbs chuckled as he opened the trousers. "I'm undressing you."
"I know… but…"
"Just shut it Jimmy." Gibbs said firmly. Jimmy couldn't help but get turned on by Gibbs' behaviour. Even with Gibbs barely touching him, he felt excitement, a pure adrenaline rush. As Jimmy had lost his trousers, Gibbs didn't do anything for a long time. He just stood there. Jimmy could see his silhouette, Gibbs was observing him. There was no doubt he'd get information out of Jimmy. Whatever he'd like. Especially now in this situation.
Jimmy felt how he became stiff from laying on the cold autopsy table, with his trousers removed, his legs started to cool off too.
"Getting stiff already?"
"Yes sir." Jimmy stammered.
"Good."
"Good?" Jimmy asked surprised.
"Yep, then you'll feel yourself warm up to the fullest." Gibbs grinned. Jimmy wasn't sure whether he'd take that in a good way or in a very bad way. He was getting fed up with Gibbs' playing around but he decided to be patient. Maybe Gibbs was just trying to test his patience. Who knew?
Jimmy heard the doors of Autopsy slide open, and when he turned his head he could swear he could see Ducky's silhouette standing there, trying to lock the doors in the dark.
"Started with out me, dear?" Ducky noted.
"A little." Gibbs grinned. "What kept you?"
"I have no excuse for my tardiness." Jimmy could hear Ducky walk towards him and Gibbs. "Good evening Mr. Palmer." Ducky said happily. "Glad you're here."
"Dr. Mallard… I…" Jimmy stammered. "Help?"
"Sorry Mr. Palmer, you asked for it." Ducky stated, and out of range of Jimmy's vision, he gave his lover Gibbs a tender kiss.
"Is that all you can do Duck?" Gibbs said disappointed. "I got him on the table and I removed his trousers."
Ducky chuckled and walked around Jimmy and the autopsy table. "Yes, I see that." Ducky said approving. "You do deserve more… later."
"Ow Duck!"
"We're here for Mr. Palmer, Jethro. Behave." Ducky said patronizingly. Jimmy never knew that Dr. Mallard was the one making the decisions. He'd always figured that Gibbs was taking the lead in their relationship. But then again, with those two, you never knew. Jimmy heard Dr. Mallard take the scissors off the autopsy tray. "You left the good part for me." Ducky sighed happily.
"I'm afraid to cut him." Gibbs admitted.
Jimmy felt Dr. Mallard grab his shirt, pulling it down to his groin, just enough not to touch any vital parts of Jimmy's body and he started to cut Jimmy's shirt.
"Dr. Mallard, that's my shirt!" Jimmy nagged.
"Ducky." Ducky said lovingly and continued to shred Jimmy's shirt.
"Ducky, that's my shirt!" Jimmy said again, but it was already too late. With a flick of the wrist, Jimmy lay with his bare back on the cold autopsy table. Jimmy knew that Dr. Mallard, no Ducky, was good at de-clothing bodies, but not that good. Jimmy always let him undress the bodies, afraid that he'd hurt or contaminate a piece of evidence. Jimmy's arms had already started to hurt, he was getting colder by the second and all he wore now was his boxers.
"You look like you've done it before Duck." Gibbs stated.
"Of course." Ducky grinned. "Time for your biology lesson, Jethro." Ducky moved to Jimmy's feet and motioned Gibbs to come over. "Mr. Palmer, what a lovely pair of feet you have."
"Clean." Gibbs nodded. "Already said that."
"You know Jethro; a good way to take care of your feet is to bathe them daily."
Ducky took Jimmy's right food and caressed his sole with his finger up and down. "Preferably in warm soapy water, and you have to dry between your toes." Ducky continued and stroked over the top of the foot. "The Metatarsal is one of five long bones in a foot." Ducky took Gibbs' hand and made him feel it. Jimmy felt his body respond to the touches of the two men; even though they were just touching his feet. "The metatarsal bones are joined to the toe bones, here."
"The knuckles?" Gibbs asked playfully.
"Yes, you could call them that." Ducky ran his finger up to Jimmy's lower leg. "We have the tibia here… or the shin bone." Ducky lifted up Jimmy's leg. "Go ahead, Jethro, take his other leg."
"No!" Jimmy protested. He didn't like this game the two men were playing. It was dark, there was no light and he was actually getting a little agitated from lying almost naked on the autopsy table, letting the men touch him like he was some sort of toy boy.
"He has clean feet. I could put a sock in it." Gibbs suggested which was followed by a playful nod from Ducky.
"No! I'll shut up!" Jimmy protested again, trying to shift his body a bit, but since he was held down by the restraints around his wrists he could barely move. Plus, Ducky holding one of his legs wasn't helping either.
"He's learning Duck!" Gibbs said surprised. "Good boy Jimmy." Gibbs ruffled through his hair.
Ducky moved towards Jimmy's head as well and looked down on him. Even in the dark, Jimmy could see the stars in both men's eyes. They were enjoying themselves. They were enjoying themselves preparing him for something. Or pulling one gigantic prank on him. On the other hand, they weren't like Tony at all, so pranks were probably out of the question. Ducky moved closer to Jimmy's face, Jimmy could feel the warm breath of the older man warming up his face, his lips and … Ducky kissed him! Jimmy startled, was unsure how to react. It was a sweet little kiss on his lips but he could feel his whole body just tense up.
"Hmm... sweet." Ducky stated tauntingly. "He's never been kissed by a man."
"Yeah… Duck…" Gibbs said with a hoarse throat. "I need some help here…" he swallowed.
"Get a grip, gunny." Ducky reached to Gibbs over Jimmy's face and helped him unbutton his trousers. "Not your turn yet."
"Duck…"
"I know Jethro, endurance isn't your forte." Ducky giggled. He turned his attention back to Jimmy and softly caressed his face. "Poor boy." He leaned towards Jimmy and kissed him again, playfully parting his lips with his tongue. Jimmy knew how this was done. He had had plenty of girls at school, as much as they were attracted to a nerd. He answered Ducky's kiss eagerly, which was weird, because like Ducky had said, he had never kissed a man before. Jimmy couldn't remember when he started to like other men but it had probably been in high school and he was ashamed of it. Not that it mattered now; Ducky was frying his brain at the moment with his kiss.
"Duck…" Gibbs nagged. Jimmy didn't know what Gibbs was trying to say, but Ducky gently broke off the kiss and looked at Gibbs, a little disturbed.
"Patience Jethro." Ducky motioned Gibbs to come towards him and Jimmy again, as Gibbs had been pacing around trying to cool off. "The torso is something special." Ducky continued when Gibbs had joined them again. He took Gibbs' hand and made him follow his lead in caressing Jimmy's chest. Jimmy couldn't help but respond to it. "As you already know, it reacts strongly to touch, especially when … well especially in Jimmy's case." Ducky giggled. "Lying tied up on a cold autopsy table, feeling your body cool off… touches like these must feel like absolute torment or absolute joy."
Gibbs giggled. It was odd to hear him doing that, as Jimmy had never heard Gibbs giggle. Jimmy tried to relax, but all his muscles were cramped, and he could barely feel his arms anymore. "Isn't it time that we get him off that table?" Gibbs suggested. Jimmy heard that the man had gotten a hold on himself, but he still couldn't get used to the fact that he was indeed following Ducky's lead now.
"Oh Jethro, do we really have to?" Ducky complained.
"I think we should." Gibbs nodded. Jimmy was confused now. Just like that, the men switched roles.
"Alright." Ducky said. "But first, we have to make him ready." Ducky took off Jimmy's boxers, still making sure that he left the areas of his sensitive groin well alone. Gibbs took off one of Jimmy's restraints and carefully helped him up.
"Now, Jimmy, sit still and be quiet." Gibbs ruffled through Jimmy's hair and took Ducky's hand. Jimmy tried to stretch himself a bit, the feeling of his bottom sitting on the still cold autopsy table was not pleasant, and his muscles still hurt. Jimmy noticed that there was a huge mattress on the floor close to the wall, and from what he could see without his glasses and in the dark, Gibbs and Ducky were undressing themselves. He was glad that he wouldn't be the only one naked anymore, but it was also a little disturbing. He had thought only Abby was into mean lovemaking. Well not mean… just different lovemaking. But he guessed that when you've been together for so long, you want to try something else. Or… another option was that both Gibbs and Ducky were afraid that Jimmy would bolt the second Gibbs would have laid him on the autopsy table. And Jimmy probably would have.
"Are you ready Jimmy?" Ducky tugged Jimmy's right arm to try to get rid of the restraint that was still holding him. It was dark, and Jimmy wished he could have seen the two men more clearly. Even though Jimmy felt cramped and cold, he knew it wouldn't take much for him to come, not after what his two seniors did to him. He nodded, Ducky guided him to the mattress and…
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Jimmy woke up by his alarm clock going off. He felt excited, and when he tried to get up he knew he was excited as his bed was wet from sweat and other bodily fluids. He quickly ran to his bathroom to take a shower and wash off the weird but pleasant dream that returned to him bit by bit.
"Ah, good morning Mr. Palmer!" Dr. Mallard greeted him as Jimmy walked into Autopsy at NCIS headquarters. He quickly glanced on to the desk, to see if he indeed had left his diary behind, but then just smiled at Dr. Mallard.
"Good morning Doctor."
*fin*
Story Notes:
Written for Lonelywalker. Beta-ed by Feenixandashes. Don't own them. Don't make money.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Jimmy and his eh… wild ideas...
Chapter End Notes:
Written for Lonelywalker. Beta-ed by Feenixandashes. Don't own them. Don't make money.