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Title: Right Here
Pairing: Jimmy Palmer/Tim McGee
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 glanced over at Jimmy as he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building, wondering just what they would be doing this weekend. Jimmy had said that he didn't have any plans, and Tim felt that anything he could think of to do would be boring.
Why did he feel that he had to entertain his boyfriend all the time? That was ridiculous, he scolded himself for what seemed like the hundredth time. Jimmy wasn't the kind of person how had to constantly be doing something to enjoy the company of the person he was with.
Still, he felt that he needed to think of something for them to do other than to just sit around and watch tv for most of the weekend. He knew that Jimmy was happy with that, but he wanted to give his boyfriend more of a good time with him than that.
"What do you want us to do this weekend?" he asked as he unfastened his seat belt, trying to keep his voice neutral. He didn't have any clue as to what they should do; if he had, then he would bring up an idea, but his mind seemed to be completely blank.
"Do we have to make plans?" Jimmy asked with a smile, turning towards him and leaning across the seat to brush a gentle kiss against Tim's cheek. Tim closed his eyes, feeling desire flare up within him; he didn't want to wait to kiss Jimmy back. He wanted to do it now.
Not just a little peck on the cheek, either -- he wanted to kiss Jimmy thoroughly, until they were both panting for breath and feeling more than slightly disoriented. At the moment, he didn't care who might see them; he just wanted to physical contact with his boyfriend.
Wrapping his arms around Jimmy's waist, he pulled the other man close against him, surprised to find that Jimmy offered him no resistance. He obviously wanted to be kissed just as much as Tim wanted to kiss him, he thought as their lips met.
The spark of desire that he'd felt only seconds ago quickly flared into a roaring fire; he knew that if they didn't get into his apartment within the next few moments, he might be tempted to start removing some of Jimmy's clothes right here in the car, where they could be publicly seen.
Jimmy was the first to pull away, but it was obvious that he did so reluctantly. Smoothing one hand through his disheveled hair, he flashed a smile at Tim, one that showed the dimples that always made Tim feel as though his heart was turning over in his chest.
"We'd better save that until we get indoors away from all the prying eyes around here, shouldn't we?" he asked, sounding more than a little breathless. "As much as I love you, I don't think we should make a big spectacle of ourselves. I'd rather have you all to myself."
"Then let's get inside," Tim told him, opening the car door and quickly getting out, glancing over at his boyfriend to see that Jimmy was doing the same -- and that he was moving at least as fast as Tim was. The realization made him laugh aloud.
"What's funny?" Jimmy asked as they headed for the building, slowing their steps a bit so that they didn't seem too eager. "Tim, about what you were asking -- you don't have to keep me entertained, you know. I just like spending time with you. We don't always have to make plans."
"I just don't want you to get bored by spending so much time with me," Tim told him, feeling shamefaced and having a hard time looking over at the other man. "I've been told before that I can be boring. The last thing I want is for you to feel like a lot of other people have."
"Tim, do you really think I could ever feel like that about you?" Jimmy asked softly, stopping halfway up the stairs to stare at Tim. When Tim turned to look back at his boyfriend, he was surprised by the look on Jimmy's face -- a look that was somewhere between surprise and .... hurt.
"I-I hope you couldn't," he stammered, hating himself for hurting his boyfriend. He shouldn't have told Jimmy that he'd thought for even one moment that they might be able to get bored with each other in any way, Tim berated himself. Why couldn't he ever seem to say the right thing?
"I'd never be bored with you, Tim," Jimmy said softly, holding out his hand to Tim. Cautiously, Tim took it, relieved when Jimmy twined their fingers together and smiled at him again. For a few moments, he had thought that Jimmy might want to turn around and leave.
"That's good to hear," he said, his voice back to normal again after the momentary scare. "I just feel like I have to make sure that you don't get bored. I guess I'm still kind of worried that I'm not going to be able to keep you in my life, Jimmy. That you'll find somebody better."
Jimmy shook his head, stopping again when they were a few feet from the top of the stairs and turning to look at Tim. His grip tightened on Tim's hand, his voice very soft when he spoke again, though his words were strong and his tone firm.
"I'm here, Tim," he said softly, his gaze never wavering from Tim's face. "And I'll always be here. Right here, by your side. Right where I belong, and right where I want to be. There's nowhere else in this world that I want to stay. You can bet on that."
Tim swallowed hard, the lump in his throat stopping him from speaking for a few moments. When he did, his voice was very soft and husky; he was almost afraid that the tears hovering around the edges of his vision would break through and streak down his face.
He wasn't going to cry just because his boyfriend had said something to him that he was unprepared for, he told himself sternly. He should have known that Jimmy felt like this; it showed in his actions, in their shared smiles, in how comfortable they wee with each other.
But those words had been something that he needed to hear -- maybe even what he'd wanted to hear, without realizing that he needed those feelings to be put into words and spoken aloud, simply for his own reassurance. Those words warmed him; they made him feel loved.
"I'm here, too," he told Jimmy, his voice quiet but firm and resolved. "I'll always be here, no matter what. I'm not going to leave you, Jimmy, not for any reason. Now that I've found the man fo my dreams, I'm going to stick by you for the rest of our lives."
"I know you will," Jimmy said softly, a smile on his lips. "You're not the kind of guy who'd find reasons to walk away, Tim. With anybody else, I might worry about that. I've met too many people who think their relationships are transitory. But you're a loyal kind of guy."
"So are you," Tim whispered, swallowing again. Jimmy was more loyal than anyone deserved; he had proved that when Cobb had kidnapped him. He hadn't spilled any NCIS secrets, he hadn't pleaded for his life. He had been braver than some agents would have been in his position.
Without letting himself think about what he was doing, or about the fact that they were out in the hallway of the building where they could be clearly seen, Tim drew Jimmy into his arms, pressing a kiss against his boyfriend's cheek, then another to his mouth.
The contact was almost explosive; the moment he kissed Jimmy, he wanted more. He had been holding back his feelings for so long, both at work and at home, trying to take things slowly and not leap into what was still, for him, a budding relationship.
What was the point in continuing to wait? he asked himself. They were living in the here and now, not in some dream of the future. They were here, in the moment -- and at the moment, he wanted to be much closer to Jimmy than they'd been thus far.
"Since we're both right here, why don't we start taking advantage of that fact?" he whispered into Jimmy's ear when he could catch his breath between kisses. "I think it's time we took our relationship further, don't you? We've waited long enough, Jimmy."
"I couldn't agree more," Jimmy told him, his own voice a breathless whisper. "I know we're both still kind of nervous -- but there's nobody else I want to be with. I want to travel down this road with you, Tim. Not just in the here and now, but for all the years ahead of us."
Tim could feel a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach; he knew that this was going to be a turning point in their relationship. Once they had leaped the chasm that was in front of them and embarked on the physical side of being together, there was no turning back.
But he didn't want to turn back. He wanted to spend his life with Jimmy; the physical side of their relationship was only one part of what they shared. He wanted to be with this man fully and completely, in every way. They were both ready for that next step.
"We'll be together when we're old and gray," Tim told him, unable to resist brushing another gentle kiss across Jimmy's cheek before they began to move down the hallway towards his apartment. "And I'll still love you just as much then as I do now. Even more, in fact."
"I'll hold you to that," Jimmy answered with a soft laugh. The smile he gave Tim was full of promise, a smile that made his heart pound in his chest. Suddenly, right here seemed the best place that he could possibly be, and he intended to savor it to the fullest.