Outside Eternity

[j_hodgins]

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You can't take anything with you
except the love
the love that I have for you...

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[former_ranger]

Seeley stood in the doorway as Hodgins slowly walked into the room. He watched Jack's hands move over his face, he listened to him regain control over his breath and Booth swore he could feel it when Jack bit into his own bottom lip before he spoke.

Seeley waited until Jack was done, his mind already three steps ahead. Making lists.

"When was the last time Peter saw her? Where can we find this guy and did anyone already talk to him?"

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"Jesus," Jack barked, struggling to hold back another flood of tears. "I can't... I need to think, Booth. I need to process."

He stared at Booth, who wasn't even in the room. He knew the look, had witnessed it more times than he could count in the lab. Laser focus. Determined. Way, way out of the room.

He could have been standing there, bloody and holding his heart in a dripping brown bag and Booth was already leaps ahead.

"If I knew, would I be here?" he demanded. "I haven't lived here for fourteen years. I was not here the night she died and I'm not a fucking mind reader."

Jack didn't realize he was sobbing.

"I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry." He fought and closed his eyes. "There's a locker in the basement. It's staff storage. Start there, maybe he left something," he suggested.

Booth turned to leave, but Jack grabbed his sleeve and worked his fingers around the thick heat of his forearm.

"What did you mean when you said you and Lucille had more in common than you thought?"

[former_ranger]

"Faith." Booth whispered.

Caught off guard. The question pulled him out of his element and back into the room. Back into the here and now. Back into the touch of Jack's hand on his arm and there was nothing but complete honesty. Brutal and harsh and real"Belief in something that neither of us could understand, something that we couldn't see, couldn't touch, couldn't hold. Couldn't kiss

[j_hodgins]

White noise. The endless obsidian of Booth's eyes and the heat of his touch tracing his mouth.

There was nothing else. No thought, no recognition, just a moment of supreme stillness.

Struck silent, Jack leaned into Booth's touch and closed his eyes.

"So much," he breathed, reaching up to touch the side of Booth's face. "I thought... I don't know what I thought."

He wanted to kiss him, to pull Booth down and take his mouth and kiss him the way he'd dreamed. He wanted to reach, to touch, to let Booth wrap him in his arms and move him the hell out of his fury and sorrow and meet somewhere in the middle. Somewhere that nobody could touch.

Someplace sacred, inviolate.

Jack kissed the pad of Booth's thumb, and drew his hand away, shaking his head.

"No," he whispered. "It's not misplaced. But... I can't... not here. Not in this room," he confessed. "Will you come with me, upstairs?"

He could feel the emotions rushing, wild, uncontrolled, could feel his face collapsing.

"Lucille won't mind. I know she won't."

[j_hodgins]

Devoured

[former_ranger]

Jack's fingers dug into his arms, into his shoulders. They pulled at his hair and pressed on his skull and still Booth did nothing but move his head back and forth. He swirled his tongue and scraped with his teeth and tightened his lips. He sucked harder, twisted two fingers up into the burning heat of Jack's body. Hummed and sang and screamed and begged and wept ...

And wanted. With a vicious streak that bubbled up from inside. Oh, how Booth wanted. How he needed.

Violent and painful. Rape and take and force and tears. Emotions kept under lock and key, chain and bolt, steel plates in his mind.

Two fingers moved in and out of Jack, curling and spreading and reaching up to find that knob that he knew was inside. Rubbing and teasing and coaxing. Seeley's palm cupped Jack's balls and he swallowed the hot fluid that came from Jack's cock in huge, thirsty gulps.

It had been so long ... it could have been anyone that this desire finally played itself out upon, but it was Jack ... it was Jack that brought it all out of Seeley. That made

[j_hodgins]

Jack came hard, in a series of rumbling bursts, the sudden aching build-up released and echoing through his body, shaking through him, leaving him empty and burning. Frozen. So, so still.

His lungs ached as they bellowed against his ribs; the muscles in his thighs sang and left him legless and disjointed. Pressure deep inside made what little breath he could catch halt in his throat, vibrating through him. Full, and not nearly full enough.

Deep, but not nearly deep enough.

Straightening, Jack reached down to Booth's face and gulped hard, woke up. Pressed his fingers into his chin, urging him to look up. To look into his face.

"Stand up," he directed, half a whisper, half a command. "And leave your fingers inside me."

[former_ranger]

Seeley's lips curled into a slow smile. His tongue crept out of his mouth just once as he got his feet back under him. He licked over the head of Jack's cock, collected the last drops of come and inhaled deeply. Filled his lungs with the musky, thick smell and he could feel Jack's body still cramping around the two long fingers that pressed inside of him.

Booth moved his hand slowly as he stood, his eyes looking up to, meeting and then staring down into deep, fathomless blue.

"What do you need, Jack? What are you looking for?"

[j_hodgins]

Jack stood beneath the shower, hot as he could stand it, breathed deeply and cleared his thoughts, letting the silence open his mind, ease his heart

[former_ranger]

Booth stood in the hallway. Directly outside of the door that lead into Jack's bedroom. He could hear the water running. The house was silent around him, nothing muffling the sound of plumbing and he knew that Hodgins was in the shower. Standing under hot water and washing, fuck, probably scrubbing the feel and the scent of Seeley's mouth off of his skin.

And why not?

It wasn't as if Seeley had practically raped the man in doorway of the woman he had loved. He had first loved

[j_hodgins]

The heat of the water sprung Jack's muscles loose, and the effects of too little sleep over too long a time, an orgasm, and nothing to eat for 12 hours collided beneath his skin, dropping his blood sugar and making him feel too loose, nearly dizzy

[former_ranger]

It was easy to forget that there was someone else there in the hallway with Booth. It was easy to pull everything down on his own soul and wallow in the guilt that always came afterwards. Like rain after a sunny day. Like heartburn after a gourmet dinner. Like a crappy sequel following a blockbuster movie.

It was easy to not remember the feel of Jack's hands pulling him closer. Palms that fit around his head and the biting kisses that hadn't been one-sided. Not at all.

And by the time Seeley was on his second cup of coffee, he had almost convinced himself that Jack wasn't coming down. That he was upstairs, calling Zach or the police or his family or Brennan or, fuck, the FBI. Probably.

Jack's hand on his back came as a surprise. Palm over shoulder and not even hesitating as he touched the leather strap that held Booth's gun and Jack's voice was quiet and low and realAnd it cut through all the crap that had filled Seeley's mind since the last time they spoke

[j_hodgins]

He couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex in a car.

Jack certainly knew he'd never done what he was about to do with someone like Seeley.

Not even close. Probably because he'd never wanted anyone like him in his life. He'd known plenty of strong men, powerful men. Dangerous, dark, fiercely tempermental men.

But he'd never desired any of them. Never lusted for them. Ached for them.

Respected them.

He couldn't remember a man who made his heart thunder and his knees weak and who turned ratiomnal thought into the province of fools and geeks.

The sound of Booth's plea tore into his chest, a white hot rib spreader.

Seley's hand brought his fingers to his thick, hard cock, hot and already wet, and it pulsed in his hand. Jack wanted to look, to examine it, praise it, sniff and kiss and stare, learn his taste and scent and size, but he couldn't tear his eyes from Booth's face.

Never anyone like him before.

[former_ranger]

Booth rubbed Jack's fingers over the head of his cock, knowing that he was wet there. Little bubbles of precome. His eyes never left Jack's as he lifted his hand, both of their hands up.

As he brought fingers to mouth.

And he kissed Jack around their own fingers. Palms to chins, mouths open, lips sucking and tongues lapping between.

"Touch me, Jack. Touch me, suck me, fuck me ... I want you on me. Your mouth, your body, your mind. Now."

Desperate. Aching. Prideless.

Nothing but lust in the passenger seat of a Jeep Cherokee in a garage as big as a barn, beside a house on the beach where a woman had been murdered last spring.

"Touch. Me."

[j_hodgins]

At last on his tongue, tangy musk laced with need. Strong, almost bitter, almondine over salty fingers and Jack breathes and kisses and savors the heat and sweetness and it's so new and thrillingthatfor a moment he forgets how to swallow

[former_ranger]

The headrest on the back of the leather seat had been pushed down. It was flush with the rest of the car and Seeley could curve the back of his neck around it. His eyes closed, his breath came in rapid pants through his open mouth, dry lips.

His hips rose, trying to get his cock closer to Jack's mouth. Trying to get into Jack's mouth, fuck down his throat. Fill him up and feel the gentle scrape of teeth, the wet, warm, lapping tongue, the tight squeeze of lips and cheeks.

Seeley put his hands on Jack's head, fingers sinking into soft curls, thick hair still a little damp from the shower.

"Just like that ... just like ... that ... Jack."

So close. So fucking close Booth couldn't take a full breath. So close he couldn't do more than cradle Jack's head in his palms, his fingers spread wide.

"Want you, God, yes ... so fucking much. For so long."

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