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j_hodgins in maid_inthe_maze

Voices Carry

Nov 25, 2006 21:18

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No use in running
It's always the same
You can count on the panic
It's the faces that change...

( When Seeley spoke it was soft enough to deafen him... )

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former_ranger November 26 2006, 01:27:18 UTC

Booth can't move. He feels the pressure of Jack's fingers on his. His eyes register the absence of light and the pull toward the living room of his house. But he can't move.

Rooted in place by the panic. His legs as solid as concrete, as carved and immobile as marble.

His fingers tighten around Jack's hand and with one quick jerk of his wrist he pulls the other man into his arms. Into his chest. Into his embrace.

A deep breath brings him the smell of cologne and the lab. The taste of salt and sweat and desperation and Booth is not exactly sure whose desire rolls strongest on his tongue.

"Here. Now."

j_hodgins November 26 2006, 01:45:40 UTC

"Seeley," Jack breathed, taking his face in his palms, forcing Booth to look at him. Bone-deep want rushed through him on adrenaline's light-speed train, spiking his blood pressure, dizzying him and it was a damn good thing Booth was hanging on him, nearly lifting him off his feet.

"Look at me," and his voice sounded like a stranger's, begging low and deep, not his own. "Please."

The plea melted into the hiss of shared breath as he let the darkness cover him and blot out his sight as he captured Booth's trembling lips with his own.

You wanted this. You've wanted it for so long...

Jack pulled back before Seeley could respond.

"Listen to me, Seeley. It's gonna be okay."

former_ranger November 26 2006, 02:00:44 UTC

"Nothing's ever going to be okay, Hodgins."

A taste. A slip of mouth on mouth. A brush of Jack's beard on Booth's jaw and he was left his with lips open and wet. A taste of what he wanted.

Too much.

"You should leave."

Seeley leaned closer, dragged his mouth up from the collar of Jack's shirt to the soft wire that covered his cheeks.

"You should go."

A picture fell from hook and nail to the floor as Booth pressed Jack back against the wall. As Seeley's hands moved from Jack's shoulders and biceps to his ribs, to his hips.

"You really should leave. Now."

j_hodgins November 26 2006, 02:14:53 UTC

It didn't matter that Jack heard Booth's warnings. Heard. Understood.

"Not big on doing what I should, Booth," he said, drawing his mouth across the rough salt of Booth's neck, tasting salt and laundry starch and after shave, unable to sort or name the chemistry on his tongue, defining it only by one thing: desire.

Every inch of his body was wracked with need, and he fought uselessly to control the shiver of desire as his back and ass connected with the cold plaster wall.

Crash of glass and resolve and Jack's skin burned beneath his clothes, threatening to immolate them both. He reached up, gripped the sweat-soaked base of Booth's skull and pulled him down.

"Not going anywhere," he whispered, parting Booth's lips with his own, seeking entry, lifting, rising, diving, diving, diving down...

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j_hodgins November 27 2006, 00:39:35 UTC

Jack signaled the waitress for another pint, and another glass of beer for Booth.

"It's a Cape thing," he laughed, munching on a perfectly fried scallop. "Big ocean. High dunes. Big moon. Kick-ass scallops. And if you're gonna pass for a local here, dude, you need to get some of that Philly out of your voice."

He looked through lowered lashes at the reflection of Seeley's face in the curve of the oil lamp and struggled to push the memory of the way his voice had sounded the night before as he slipped on the cusp of disaster.

I want...

And Jack did want, want so badly that the smooth, salty-sweet scallop was turning to acid in his mouth. He drained the last of the pint and dove his fork deep into a mound of coleslaw as if he hadn't just eaten an embarrasingly large pile of fried seafood and potatoes.

"Goddamn. Saltwater totally amps up the appetite," he commented between bites, examining each thin strip of carrot and cabbage as though he was seeing the dressing-soaked salad for the first time in his life. "Save room for dessert."

former_ranger November 27 2006, 00:50:02 UTC

Seeley tried to not stare. He really tried to not watch Jack eat. To not watch Jack's tongue sneak out of his mouth and lick up a missed drop of scallop, a drip of dressing. He tried not to imagine the feel of those white teeth on his skin, the warm press of those lips on his cock. The lap of that tongue inside his mouth.

Booth ate his dinner and hoped that he nodded at the appropriate times. He listened and he watched and he didn't think about the way Jack had fit so nicely against him in between the solidity of his hallway wall and the immobility of his own body. Last night.

The sun slipped down, it burnt like fire as it sank below the sea and then the space outside the restaurant dropped into complete darkness. Not city dark. Real dark.

There was nothing to look at, nothing to find distraction in but the sea blue eyes of the man across the table from him.

"Everyone in your family come to this Halloween party? How many people are we talking about?"

j_hodgins November 27 2006, 01:09:40 UTC

The impossibility of attraction had never interrupted Jack’s romantic pursuits. He’d wound his way around inconvenient husbands, boyfriends and girlfriends before and never met a dangerous liaison that didn’t intrigue him.

It was never about conquest. It was always about making the world as it should be. As in “you’d be happier with me,” or “we’d have so much fun together,” or “it could be different. Better.” It wasn’t so much his belief in himself that informed such a confident worldview - it was his belief in chemistry. Complimentary attributes. Like components. Similar features.

But this?

Seeley's intensity, the sheer will of him trapped Jack in an improbable grip of need, and not just the need to really kiss him, full and deep and slow and breathlessly, or to really touch him, every inch, every patch of flesh ... but a need to know him. See him. Understand the genesis of his fear, learn what makes him laugh, what impulse drives him to love ( ... )

former_ranger November 27 2006, 01:26:26 UTC

"So she saw something that she shouldn't. Something that wasn't planned, but something that happened in the passion of the moment ( ... )

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j_hodgins November 29 2006, 01:16:06 UTC

Jack keyed the alarm code perfectly on the first entry and pushed the toe of his boot against the wide brass kickplate at the bottom of the door. It took a second to feel the wall for the light swtich, but the foyer was suddenly bathed in bright light from a massive brass and crystal chandelier hanging overhead ( ... )

former_ranger November 29 2006, 01:21:22 UTC

"Summer house."

Booth took in the chandolier. The stairs. The heavy woodwork, the paintings and hallways leading off. The furniture covered in white. The way the place smelled of dustwax and cleaning agents and he had a feeling that if he lifted a sheet and ran his finger over a table there wouldn't be a trace of sand or dirt or dust. Not even after a long winter.

He slowly followed Jack up the stairs.

"Right. And in the morning you'll be handing out maps so I can find my room again."

j_hodgins November 29 2006, 01:35:16 UTC

"Yeah, not exactly a cottage," Jack snorted. "That;s what my folks called it, though ( ... )

former_ranger November 29 2006, 01:48:58 UTC

Seeley stared after Jack for a moment, then turned and wandered into the bedroom that was just under the size of his entire apartment in DC. He tossed his duffle on a chair near the bed and pulled off his t-shirt, threw it on top of the bag. He kicked off his boots and walked into the private bathroom ( ... )

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