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19 January 2016 @ 23:56
The Duck In Gibbs' Pond Part 6: Getting Honest With Dad  
FIC SERIES: The Duck In Gibbs' Pond
TITLE: Getting Honest With Dad
PAIRING: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Donald 'Ducky' Mallard
GENRE: Slash
SUB-GENRE: Established Relationship
SUMMARY: Gibbs has a surprise visit from his father.
RATING: NC17 (Overall)
WARNINGS: There will be a few parts that have very brief homophobia. These parts will have the warnings labelled
WORD COUNT: 3899
AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry once again taken a long time to get the next part up. Health issues and the manic time that was Christmas and new year all took most of my attention and now dealing with my parents birthdays now. Anyhoo, hope someone is still reading this as there will be more parts to follow :)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5


Gibbs awoke early, feeling strangely wide awake but also slightly sore. Looking over at his lover, he smiled at how relaxed Ducky looked. It was worth taking that step last night to allow Ducky to finally have him that way.

Sitting up and stretching, he winced as his backside ached slightly. This wasn't a surprise to him, but it wasn't exactly painful; just a dull ache for the most part. Still, since his lover had prepared him so well, it took the edge off how bad it could have been.
"Jethro?" Ducky murmured, his voice drowsy with sleep.

"Going for a shower." he leaned down and kissed Ducky briefly on the lips, "Go back to sleep, honey."

Ducky snuggled down further into the covers, smiling as the word "honey" hit his ears, and drifted back to sleep in moments.


As he stood in the shower meticulously cleaning his backside, he thought about the previous day. It was without a doubt a wonderful day, which ended with them doing what he knew Ducky had wanted for a long time now. Having his team over and spending time with them like that was wonderful, and even DiNozzo was much more bearable than he could be on a normal work day. Yes, he could definitely get used to doing this every year.


Drying himself off, he returned to the bedroom. The urge to just climb back into bed nagged at him, but his phone suddenly trilled into life on the bedside table.

Ducky stirred, and Gibbs let out an irritated sigh that suddenly stopped when his father's name came up on the screen. He sat back down on the bed and answered it.

"Dad?"

"Hey son. I'm at your place. Where are you?"

"I spent the holidays with Ducky. Stay there and I'll come pick you up."

"No need. I can just-"

"No, dad, really, I will. In fact, I need to talk to you about something anyway. Just wait there, okay, and I'll be along soon."

"Alright then, if you're sure."


As he hung up he felt fingers teasingly glide up and down the small of his back, causing him to shudder in delight. turning round an leaning down, he kissed Ducky slowly for a moment and brushed his fringe away from his face.

"God you're beautiful." Gibbs thought to himself.

Ducky smiled as he gazed up, reaching his hands to his lover's face and pulling him into another kiss. The urge to join him in bed again reared its head, but he now definitely knew he'd have to ignore it.

"Dad's at my place. Gonna go pick him up and bring him back here. That's if it's okay with you?"

"Of course it is."

"Good." he gave Ducky another swift kiss, "I'll be back in no time."

He bounded off the bed and grabbed clean clothes and quickly dressed himself, stopping in the doorway.

"Don't feel that you have to get up yet. After all you did yesterday, you deserve a long rest."

"I could, but without you here, it wouldn't be as enjoyable."

"Love you, Duck."

"I love you too. Now you'd better get going. Return back safe."

"Promise."


After Gibbs had left, Ducky went for a much needed shower and let the memories of the night before run through his mind. He hadn't jerked off in the shower since he was thirty-something, but just the memory alone of being inside his lover for the first time made him feel his cock twitch into life.

The water spray was warm and he just couldn't help himself. For a moment he cursed himself for his behaviour and tried to get back to cleaning himself up but he easily gave in again.
It didn't take him long at all to reach orgasm. Just the mere memory of Gibbs' face as he came was enough to complete him.


Gibbs parked up outside his house where his father was sat on the front porch step.

"Leroy."

"Hey dad. Merry Christmas."

He pulled his father into a hug.

"Merry Christmas, son."

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming over?"

"Thought I'd surprise you. I know that you don't do the whole Christmas day thing so thought you'd be home...We aren't going inside?"

Collecting up his father's suitcases he bundled them into the back of his car.

"Nah, Dad, going back to Ducky's, and you're coming with me."


He guided his father to the passenger side and opened the door for him to sit. Once they were both belted in, he started the car and drove away from what he didn't consider as home anymore.


They drove in silence for a few minutes. Gibbs knew he had to tell his dad about him and Ducky, but didn't know how to approach the subject. He knew he couldn't just come out with it.

As his mind whirled with apprehension, he could see his father looking over at him several times but didn't say anything. Eventually he decided that maybe easing into the announcement would be the best way.

"As I said, I spent the holiday's with Ducky. You know, Donald Mallard; my team's medical examiner?"

"Yeah, I remember him. He had some great stories to tell. Nice that you spent yesterday with him than moping in your basement."

"Well I wasn't the only one there yesterday. Ziva, Tim, Tony, and Abby from my team were there too."

"And you even joined in. That's unlike you. It's good. Very good in fact, but...still unlike you."

Gibbs suppressed a sigh of irritation and stayed silent until it passed. He still didn't appreciate it when his dad made comments about him like that. If he wanted to mope in his basement then he was free to do so.


Briefly he shook his head. If things all went to plan, he'd no longer need that basement, or the house at all. His days of cutting himself off from everyone down in the basement and getting drunk were possibly over, but for a good reason.

"Yeah, well, there is something I need to tell you, dad."

"Oh? Was there some redhead present too?"


This time he couldn't suppress a sigh. He really hoped that having Ducky there too might keep him a bit calmer.

"No. No, I've had enough of redheads."

"So who is it then? I can tell you're seeing someone. Is it that wonderful lady, Ziva?"

"No, definitely not. Believe me, she's far too lethal for my taste."

"So who?"


Before Gibbs had a chance to really explain, he found himself pulling up outside Ducky's house again.

"Nice place he's got. Really big though for just him isn't it?"

"Yeah. Well he lived here with his mom till she passed away. He's an only child as well."

"Poor guy. Still, you know how that feels. You should look out for him."

Gibbs huffed out a laugh.

"I do, dad, we look out for each other all the time."


As Gibbs removed the cases from the car, Ducky was already standing at the front door, dressed as smartly as always and also wearing one of the bow ties Gibbs had given him just yesterday.

"Jackson!"

"Donald, how wonderful to see you again! Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas my dear fellow. What can I get you? Some mulled wine, perhaps?"

"That'd be great, thanks."

"Make yourself comfortable in the living room and I'll bring the drinks out."


Gibbs pointed the direction his father should go before following Ducky to the kitchen.

"Duck," his voice a low whisper, "I haven't told my dad about us."

"Oh...Okay."

Gibbs could hear the disappointment in Ducky's voice, and quickly added.

"But I want to. I just...I don't know how."

"You don't have to tell him."

"I do, and I will, I promise. I'm not ashamed of this- of you." Looking down a smile grew as he noticed the Corgi bow tie, "That bow tie does look good on you."


With a smile, Gibbs pulled Ducky against him and leaned down to kiss him. It was meant to be brief, but as kisses always went with his lover, it quickly deepened.

"Leroy, I -oh!" They suddenly pulled apart, at the sound of Jackson's voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

As quickly has he appeared he had left the doorway again.

"Well, my dear, I guess that was a way of telling him."

Even though Ducky said it with a hint of humour, his eyes clearly showed his concern.

"I'll talk to him, Duck." he kissed him again momentarily, "And if he doesn't approve then it's his hard luck. No amount of argument against it from anyone will stop me from being with you. Just give us a few minutes."

"Of course. I'll...make the drinks."

"It'll be alright, Duck."

"I hope you're right, my dear."


Jackson stood staring up at the Christmas tree but not really looking at it. Despite trying, he couldn't focus on anything other than what he'd just witnessed. The only time his eyes tore away from the tree was when he heard his son enter the room.

Gibbs' mind raced. Looking at the man before him, he saw no readable expression. There was no way he could deny it, and he knew that really, he didn't want to. With a deep steady breath, he took another step towards his father.

"Dad, look about what you saw-"

"When were you gonna tell me, Leroy?" Voice steady but giving nothing away.

"I didn't know how to tell you. Thought you'd be..."

"Embarrassed? Angry?" his voice full of warmth, "I'm neither of those, son."

Sitting down on the couch and gesturing his father to take the armchair, he felt relief start to flow through him.

"Then what are you?"

"A little surprised, I admit, but from the from the first time I met him, and from what you've told me over the years, he's clearly a good man. He got you celebrating the holidays so that says something. "

"So...you are okay with it?"

"Are you happy?"

"Of course."

Jackson let out a small laugh.

"Then there's no problem. After what you've been through, it's about time you were happy."

Gibbs was surprised as his father's hand rested atop his own.

"You're taking this remarkably well."

"You're my son. This doesn't change anything. Just because I grew up in a time when gay people were considered sinful, doesn't mean I go by that backwards belief."

Both men were now smiling, all tension evaporated.

"That's great, dad, I'm really glad. Duck will be too."


Ducky eventually appeared in the doorway with a tea tray, trying to carry it steady and struggling to look Jackson in the eye. He didn't hear any arguing, but then he didn't know if they'd actually properly talked about what had just happened. After all, knew too well how good Gibbs was at side stepping issues when he was too uncomfortable.

"Here's your wine, Jackson... and Jethro, here's your coffee."

Gibbs took his coffee with a word of thanks, taking a sip from it and motioned for Ducky to sit alongside him.

"Just the way I like it, Duck." he said, wrapping his arm around his lover's shoulders and kissing the top of his head.

"Congratulations." Jackson said, holding his hand out, "You both have my blessing."

Ducky let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, and shook hands.

"You have no idea how relieved that you're okay with us. If my father were alive and I had to tell him he would have...Well I probably wouldn't have had the guts to tell him."

"But it's not a problem you gotta deal with, Duck, so don't worry."

Ducky felt a blush rise on his face as Gibbs' hand connected with his own, their fingers linking.


Watching the exchange, Jackson couldn't help but smile, but at the same time feel like an interloper.

"Look you two, I don't want to be in your way-"

Before he could finish talking, Gibbs stopped him.

"Dad, it's fine. You can stay here with us. Besides, if I'm working late, Duck will probably be here to keep you company."

"I thought could always stay at your house. It is still yours isn't it?"

"Yeah, I still own it for the moment. I'm working on moving out though sometime soon."

"Well there, I can be useful! I can help pack your stuff!"

"No, it's okay."

"Leroy."

"No, dad. Please." his voice raising in irritation, "I do things my way and when I'm ready."

"I only want to help you move on."

"I'll do it at my own pace." he shouted, "Why don't you understand that?"


Ducky stood, muttering about forgetting the biscuits before quickly leaving the room. Gibbs sighed, rubbing his face in his hands.

He hated fighting with his father at the best of times as it was all they mostly did, but he also wanted to make an effort for Ducky's sake. Part of him wasn't surprised that it didn't take long for things to take a turn for the worst.

Gibbs watched as his father put his glass down and gradually pulled himself out of the armchair.

"I'm gonna get my coat."

"No, dad."

"No, no, no. That's all I get from you! I try to help you and you say no, but then I go to leave and you still say no. What is it that you want from me?"

"Dad, I want you here, but I don't want you telling me what to do. I plan to move in here, but I need to organize everything myself."

Trying to curb his anger, his voice dropped to almost a whisper.

"There are things that are private to me and me alone. Things that even Ducky hasn't seen or knows about. It is up to me to decide what to do with them, whether I throw them out or keep them. He offered to help, I said no for now, and he's accepted it without further question. That is what I want from you."

"You've got to move on, son."

"And I am. I'm moving out of that house to live here with Ducky. Believe it or not I've moved further in my time with him than I did with any of my other wives. Now I openly admit that, but there are some things that will take longer and I have to do alone."

"Okay. I'm sorry...I just...You've been torturing yourself for so long. I want to see you happy."

"He makes me very happy, dad, he really does. I can't explain how any of this suddenly happened, but it all feels right. I'm willing to give up the basement that I spent all those years moping in for Ducky. There's a lot of change happening and I can't stand it if it all goes too fast."

Standing, he muttered, "We need more wood for the fire." before grabbing his coat and going out the back door.


Hearing the back door slam, Ducky returned from the kitchen, minus the biscuits he had apparently gone to retrieve. Jackson rubbed his brow in frustration, letting out a deep breath. He felt both emotionally and physically tired.

Sitting in silence for a few moments, they could hear the sound of the axe hitting the chopping plate outside as Gibbs split logs.

"I'm sorry about that, Donald."

"Not your fault."

"It is though. I'm just so glad to see he's moved on and want to see him follow it all the way through."

"You and me both, but I know that I can't push him; only support him. I just wish he wouldn't fly of the handle the way he does sometimes. I don't fully know all the demons he's battling, and I can only do so much." Ducky took a sip of his tea and smiled, "Now, I hope that you are still going to be our guest?"

"If you'll have me."

"Of course. You're very welcome here to stay as long as you wish."

Jackson felt relief flow through him.

"I appreciate it. I just hope my son feels the same way...Does he ever shout at you like that?"

"There have been times, but nothing that we haven't been able to sort out. I too offered to help him pack, but he told me that it was something that he had to do alone. I only assume that whatever it is it has to do with Shannon and Kelly, and if he wants to tell me about it then I'll wait until he does."

For a while they sat in silence, and soon the sound of the axe stopped. Ducky knew that it meant Gibbs had let out enough frustration and popped back out to the kitchen to make him another cup of coffee.

"Got some more wood, Duck."

"Thank you, Jethro. Put a small one on for now I think, just to keep the fire alight and put the others on the rack."

"I er..." Jackson started, "I was wondering would it be okay if I went for a nap? I didn't sleep all that well last night and what with the journey down here."

Ducky smiled, standing to guide him upstairs.

"Of course, feel free."

"I'll show him, Duck."


Once again picking up his father's suitcase, he silently lead the way up to the spare bedroom.

"Here you go."

"Thanks."

"Bathroom's just down the hall on your left."

"Right."

The case was placed down just inside the doorway to the room which was as well furnished as every other room in Ducky's house. The double bed with its thick quilt and additional blankets were a welcome sight for any weary traveller.

Jackson smiled as he sat down on the bed and noticed a photo of Gibbs and Ducky sitting on the oak bedside table alongside a lamp and small alarm clock.

He picked up the photo and could tell it was at least a decade or so old as his son's hair was still jet black and Ducky was slightly on the trimmer side but bow-tie still present.

They were smiling towards the camera, Gibbs' arm slung over Ducky's shoulders, who in return had an arm around Gibbs' waist.

"Son. I'm sorry, okay?"

"Forget it. I shouldn't have shouted at you."

"We're always shouting at each other, it's nothing new."

The curve of a smile rose on Gibbs' lips.

"Leroy...Donald is a great guy."

"I know." he responded matter of factly, turning to leave before he was stopped by a hand to his arm.

"Don't let your work get in the way of your relationship this time."

"Dad, we work in the same building."

"That's beside the point, son. You always let work get in the way of your relationships and maybe it's time you didn't. You're not as young as you used to be, and Donald...Life eventually runs out for us all."

"I know, Dad. I made a lot of mistakes before and I don't plan on making them again."

"Enjoy it. Enjoy your time with him and make the most of it. I want you to be happy, and he clearly does that for you. No more regrets."


Ducky was still sitting when he returned, his head leaning against the back of the couch with his eyes closed. Taking careful footsteps, Gibbs managed to approach the man without him seemingly noticing.

Leaning down, he kissed both eyelids, followed by his lips.


Opening his eyes with a smile, Ducky reached up and pulled Gibbs' head down again, pondering on why he'd never kissed someone upside down before and how slightly weird it was, especially as he felt his lover's tongue enter his mouth. He could taste the coffee strongly on his taste buds thanks to the different angle and it was strangely intoxicating.

"Ah Duck, you make me a very happy man, you know that?"

"I try my best, but I can't expel every demon."

"Don't expect you to. I'll always be a bit of a bastard."

Ducky chuckled as Gibbs came around the sofa to sit beside him again.

"I know all too well...I do wish though that you and your father didn't get into arguments so easily."

"He pushes me to it, Duck. I told him I'd deal with moving out my way but he just...I wish he would just understand...This isn't easy."

"Don't worry about it, he'll be okay here so try not to worry. Now, what shall we do to pass the time till lunch?"

"I don't know. Any suggestions?"

Ducky cupped Gibbs' face in his hands and took his lips in a tender kiss.

"I approve of that suggestion."

"Good, but can we make it up to the bedroom?"

"I don't think I can wait. C'mere, Duck."

Ducky laid along the couch, leaving Gibbs to carefully place his weight atop him.

"Not too heavy?"

"Nope."

"Good. But if your leg starts to hurt in any way, tell me."


One of Gibbs' hands found its way into Ducky's hair, tugging gently at it, making him let out a small moan and bear his throat. Taking the opportunity, he latched his mouth onto the side of his lover's neck, sucking softly so not to leave a hickey.

"Oh, Jethro!" Ducky whispered, dying to yell out louder but couldn't knowing Jackson was above them.


Shifting his leg between Ducky's thighs, he could feel his hardness growing rapidly. Removing his mouth, he let out a small chuckle.

"Eager, are we, Duck?"

Before he could get a response, his phone on the table came to life. With a curse, he flipped it open.

"What?" he growled.

"Boss." McGee started nervously, "I'm really sorry if I've disturbed you but we've got a dead marine down here in Quantico with a javelin through his neck."

"Aright, we'll be there."

Closing the phone shut with force, he let out another, more annoyed growl of frustration.

"We gotta go to Quantico."

"Why now of all times?"

"I don't know, Duck. It's like there's someone out to spoil our fun. Maybe I should call back and let them deal with it. Palmer can handle it."

"No, Jethro, you know we can't do that."

Gibbs got back to his feet and helped Ducky up.

"I promise, we will have a holiday sometime soon. No call outs or paperwork. Just you, me, and wherever you want to go."

"That would be most wonderful."

The kissed briefly then had to part before they ended up back on the couch.

"I'm gonna go let my dad know, you sort out the fireplace and get yourself ready."


Frustrated, Gibbs stormed up the stairs but managed to compose himself enough before knocking on the bedroom door and poking his head in.

"Dad." he whispered into the dimly lit room.

"Son, what's the matter?"

"Got a call. Ducky and I got a crime scene to go to. You be alright on your own?"

"Sure."

"Okay. Ducky will probably be home before I will, but if you need anything, just call me, okay?"

"I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Okay...Take care."


Carefully he closed the bedroom door, popped into his and Ducky's bedroom to pick up a few things and returned downstairs.

"Ready, Duck?"

"I think so. I've calmed down the fire and put the guard around it, so it should go out by itself in a little while."

"Okay. Let's get going then."