Driving Part 5 Rated R, Bones Slash - Booth/Zack
Booth still has a Zack problem
It was Zack phone number on Booth's phone. Booth didn't dare ignore the call in case it was business and not the more likely alternative.
"I was told that it's good manners to call before coming," Zack said over the phone.
"You are not coming," Booth said decisively. He felt his blood rush a little faster.
"I am. In fourteen seconds. You can time me," Zack announced and hung up.
One step forward ten steps back. Nice going, Booth. That's what he got for being a sexy, strong, irresistible, all-American male. After having a taste of that, how could a hopeless, little squint like Zack stay away? Booth caught himself timing him.
In fourteen seconds Zack was pressing the doorbell. Booth wondered how long he would keep it up. The incessant ringing turned into Morse code. Booth deciphered it. It was obscene Morse code. The words sounded unsexy and laughable, just as if they were coming out of Zack's mouth. Booth had enough and yanked the door open. Zack finished out the word he had started like some obsessive robot. Booth looked around quickly for nosy neighbors, hoping none of them knew Morse code. He kept Zack off his welcome mat with a hand on his chest.
"You have to be this tall to get on this ride," Booth indicated his own height with his other hand.
"Can I use your bathroom?" Zack asked without conviction.
"Now you're just insulting me."
"If you invited me to come over I wouldn't have to show up uninvited and pretend to need to use the bathroom."
"That's some logic. How many years of school to come up with that?" Booth asked as he took a hard, appraising look at Zack. It was the kind of look he might give a woman sitting across the bar before he decided if he should buy her a drink. Zack didn't rate a drink. There was nothing standing in Booth's doorway to make a guy throw away his job. He focused on that estimation as he blocked the door so Zack couldn't come in.
Rather than try to push past him, Zack took hold of Booth's zipper. Booth stepped back. Zack tried to sneak in.
"Oh, no you don't."
Zack didn't make it very far. Booth grabbed him, not quite the way he intended. He was holding Zack around the waist - more like a come-on than a restraint. Zack backed into him. Zack's hair was tickling his chin. So not exactly a choke hold. Zack went limp against him, the back of his head on Booth's shoulder. Zack was a formidable opponent. His head went to the side and Booth kissed his neck. One of Zack's hands sneaked in between Booth's legs, encouraging the development of Booth's erection.
Booth noticed the open door and sobered. He pushed Zack away and held him off by the back of his neck. They were face to face now. With the other hand he had to hold on to Zack's wrist so he would stop trying to feel him up.
"You're leaving." Booth made sure to look and sound firm and uncompromising. It wasn't like Zack could hear the voice in Booth's head that told him to push Zack against the wall, pin him there, let the neighbors hear him scream.
Zack felt taught as a bow in Booth's hands. The look in Zack's eyes was the predatory look of something small but deadly. A mongoose. A chinchilla? A chihuahua? This was exactly why Zack was dangerous. Laughing at Zack one minute, slamming into him the next. Booth's hand on the back of Zack's neck was like a vise. Zack couldn't move an inch. Zack's mouth opened. Booth kicked the door shut and kissed him. He used his hold on Zack to make the kiss deep, controlled, to subdue him with it. With Zack immobilized and overwhelmed, completely in his grip, Booth was completely helpless.
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This is how people get to hate themselves, Booth thought. He was stretched out on the floor two feet from his front door. Zack was lying across him. Sometimes he would lazily kiss Booth's chest. Every time Zack shifted, Booth felt a little more stirring in his groin. In a few minutes he would be ready for another go. He wondered if that was enough time to boot Zack out the door. Zack's hand brushed over the skin of Booth's thigh. The back of Zack's head was all Booth could see. Zack turned over, those unnerving eyes looking into Booth's. Booth pushed back Zack's hair and ran his hand down his back. Zack's eyes closed, his lips made contact with Booth's skin. He still had a few more minutes, but Booth knew he wouldn't make it.
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Booth was still on the hallway floor, exhausted, in no danger of a repeat performance. As Zack stood over him, Booth saw that he had his clothes back on. Booth didn't.
"I need a ride home now," Zack said.
"You are kidding me. Take a bus."
"It's raining."
"You won't melt."
Zack stepped over him as he was leaving. Booth felt his hand twitch to grab at his leg. Good thing he was too tired.
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The squints were setting up a demonstration in the lab. They loved their crazy, little experiments. Booth stood around while they got their stuff ready. An arm bone was wrapped in thin slice of raw meat and a sleeve from a designer outfit.
"Isn't this why you have the computers that cost more than a small, tropical island?" Booth asked.
"We did that already," Zack said as he fussed with something.
"There's nothing like the real thing, baby," Hodgins said as he slapped the slab of raw meat.
"You're ghouls," Angela pronounced.
Zack was having trouble closing the clasp on the replica of the bracelet the victim had been wearing.
"Let me. I've had loads of practice," Hodgins said and tried to shove Zack out of the way.
"It's not a bra hook," Zack shot back.
"Good, because I only know how to unhook those."
A disgusted Angela took over and put the bracelet on the bone with her eyes nearly closed.
While he deftly avoided looking at Zack, Booth found himself catching more than one sideways look from Hodgins.
"What's your problem?"
Hodgins didn't look intimidated by Booth's gruff, manly ways.
"Tell you later," Jack promised.
Booth tried to ignore the 'I know all about it' tone. Hodgins had the same tone about every conspiracy.
The squints were back to discussing things, and squints talking science made Booth space out. He could just get on with things. No need to make a federal case out of it. Booth grinned. Then stopped at another knowing look from Hodgins. Booth's reaction - almost panic - told him he was doing something he had to stop. Or hide really well. This thing wouldn't make much difference in Zack's career or in his life. It could ruin Booth.
It should be easy. Tell Zack and then stick to it. Why the Hell wasn't it easy? Zack always showing up eager and ready. And Booth always thinking one more time, one more time, just one more time.
Brooding about the mess he was in, Booth almost missed what was going on in front of him. The demonstration was on.
"Could a girl who weighs 90 pounds soaking wet have cracked that bone using just this cell phone and leaving an impression of that bracelet in the bone?" Angela asked holding up the phone.
"Let's see. Zack, you have a go," Hodgins told him.
"I weigh more than 90 pounds soaking wet."
They went on arguing like that. Booth just wished they would stop talking about Zack soaking wet before he had to excuse himself. As Booth shifted uncomfortably, Hodgins gave him another patented conspiracy freak look.
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After Booth overheard Bones sending Zack on an errand, all he had to do was wait for him in the parking garage. Booth leaned against his car until he saw Zack. He didn't wait for Zack to approach as he undoubtedly would have. He was taking control. Booth went over to him and took him by the arm. He pushed Zack into the front seat of his SUV and took a seat behind the wheel.
Zack clutched a sealed container to his chest. Booth vowed not to ask what was in there.
"Are you giving me a ride?" Zack asked turning to Booth. Booth made a point of not looking at him.
"No. And no."
"Are we going to have sex in the car?" Zack asked, eager.
"That's what the other 'no' was for. And stop thinking about wrapping you legs around my neck."
"Are we having sex on the car?" Zack asked, even more eager.
"No."
"You can bend me over the hood and..."
"Shut up."
Booth squeezed the steering wheel and suppressed a shiver. A public place and some vehicular intercourse - God that was tempting and exactly what was wrong with this. He was considering security camera angles. He was enthusiastically contemplating something he could get arrested for, and his dick was inches away from talking him into it. Put an end to it. Pull this thing out by the roots. Booth turned to Zack.
"Let me try to put this on a level you'll understand - I do not want it in the car. I do not want it on the hood. I do not want you. Period. Do you get it?"
"Are you referencing Doctor Seuss' Green Eggs And Ham? Because the juxtaposition of the sexual with rhymes from my childhood is making me queasy."
"Sorry. Didn't mean to ruin your childhood. When is that ending by the way?"
"I am an adult," Zack claimed in the stiffest, least convincing way possible, in the process making himself sound underaged and forbidden. Booth suppressed a groan.
"Act like one. Do as you are told. Go away."
"If I don't, will you handcuff me?" Zack offered his wrists, once again trying to derail Booth.
"Is that on your list?" Booth asked looking him in the eye the way he might a suspect he knew was guilty.
"Yes."
"Burn the list."
Zack was just sitting there. Booth stared straight ahead while Zack stared at him. Straight ahead of Booth was a wall. Booth put the key in the ignition, turned, and put his arm around the back of the passenger seat.
"Get out of the car."
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To be continued
It was Zack phone number on Booth's phone. Booth didn't dare ignore the call in case it was business and not the more likely alternative.
"I was told that it's good manners to call before coming," Zack said over the phone.
"You are not coming," Booth said decisively. He felt his blood rush a little faster.
"I am. In fourteen seconds. You can time me," Zack announced and hung up.
One step forward ten steps back. Nice going, Booth. That's what he got for being a sexy, strong, irresistible, all-American male. After having a taste of that, how could a hopeless, little squint like Zack stay away? Booth caught himself timing him.
In fourteen seconds Zack was pressing the doorbell. Booth wondered how long he would keep it up. The incessant ringing turned into Morse code. Booth deciphered it. It was obscene Morse code. The words sounded unsexy and laughable, just as if they were coming out of Zack's mouth. Booth had enough and yanked the door open. Zack finished out the word he had started like some obsessive robot. Booth looked around quickly for nosy neighbors, hoping none of them knew Morse code. He kept Zack off his welcome mat with a hand on his chest.
"You have to be this tall to get on this ride," Booth indicated his own height with his other hand.
"Can I use your bathroom?" Zack asked without conviction.
"Now you're just insulting me."
"If you invited me to come over I wouldn't have to show up uninvited and pretend to need to use the bathroom."
"That's some logic. How many years of school to come up with that?" Booth asked as he took a hard, appraising look at Zack. It was the kind of look he might give a woman sitting across the bar before he decided if he should buy her a drink. Zack didn't rate a drink. There was nothing standing in Booth's doorway to make a guy throw away his job. He focused on that estimation as he blocked the door so Zack couldn't come in.
Rather than try to push past him, Zack took hold of Booth's zipper. Booth stepped back. Zack tried to sneak in.
"Oh, no you don't."
Zack didn't make it very far. Booth grabbed him, not quite the way he intended. He was holding Zack around the waist - more like a come-on than a restraint. Zack backed into him. Zack's hair was tickling his chin. So not exactly a choke hold. Zack went limp against him, the back of his head on Booth's shoulder. Zack was a formidable opponent. His head went to the side and Booth kissed his neck. One of Zack's hands sneaked in between Booth's legs, encouraging the development of Booth's erection.
Booth noticed the open door and sobered. He pushed Zack away and held him off by the back of his neck. They were face to face now. With the other hand he had to hold on to Zack's wrist so he would stop trying to feel him up.
"You're leaving." Booth made sure to look and sound firm and uncompromising. It wasn't like Zack could hear the voice in Booth's head that told him to push Zack against the wall, pin him there, let the neighbors hear him scream.
Zack felt taught as a bow in Booth's hands. The look in Zack's eyes was the predatory look of something small but deadly. A mongoose. A chinchilla? A chihuahua? This was exactly why Zack was dangerous. Laughing at Zack one minute, slamming into him the next. Booth's hand on the back of Zack's neck was like a vise. Zack couldn't move an inch. Zack's mouth opened. Booth kicked the door shut and kissed him. He used his hold on Zack to make the kiss deep, controlled, to subdue him with it. With Zack immobilized and overwhelmed, completely in his grip, Booth was completely helpless.
-
This is how people get to hate themselves, Booth thought. He was stretched out on the floor two feet from his front door. Zack was lying across him. Sometimes he would lazily kiss Booth's chest. Every time Zack shifted, Booth felt a little more stirring in his groin. In a few minutes he would be ready for another go. He wondered if that was enough time to boot Zack out the door. Zack's hand brushed over the skin of Booth's thigh. The back of Zack's head was all Booth could see. Zack turned over, those unnerving eyes looking into Booth's. Booth pushed back Zack's hair and ran his hand down his back. Zack's eyes closed, his lips made contact with Booth's skin. He still had a few more minutes, but Booth knew he wouldn't make it.
-
Booth was still on the hallway floor, exhausted, in no danger of a repeat performance. As Zack stood over him, Booth saw that he had his clothes back on. Booth didn't.
"I need a ride home now," Zack said.
"You are kidding me. Take a bus."
"It's raining."
"You won't melt."
Zack stepped over him as he was leaving. Booth felt his hand twitch to grab at his leg. Good thing he was too tired.
-
The squints were setting up a demonstration in the lab. They loved their crazy, little experiments. Booth stood around while they got their stuff ready. An arm bone was wrapped in thin slice of raw meat and a sleeve from a designer outfit.
"Isn't this why you have the computers that cost more than a small, tropical island?" Booth asked.
"We did that already," Zack said as he fussed with something.
"There's nothing like the real thing, baby," Hodgins said as he slapped the slab of raw meat.
"You're ghouls," Angela pronounced.
Zack was having trouble closing the clasp on the replica of the bracelet the victim had been wearing.
"Let me. I've had loads of practice," Hodgins said and tried to shove Zack out of the way.
"It's not a bra hook," Zack shot back.
"Good, because I only know how to unhook those."
A disgusted Angela took over and put the bracelet on the bone with her eyes nearly closed.
While he deftly avoided looking at Zack, Booth found himself catching more than one sideways look from Hodgins.
"What's your problem?"
Hodgins didn't look intimidated by Booth's gruff, manly ways.
"Tell you later," Jack promised.
Booth tried to ignore the 'I know all about it' tone. Hodgins had the same tone about every conspiracy.
The squints were back to discussing things, and squints talking science made Booth space out. He could just get on with things. No need to make a federal case out of it. Booth grinned. Then stopped at another knowing look from Hodgins. Booth's reaction - almost panic - told him he was doing something he had to stop. Or hide really well. This thing wouldn't make much difference in Zack's career or in his life. It could ruin Booth.
It should be easy. Tell Zack and then stick to it. Why the Hell wasn't it easy? Zack always showing up eager and ready. And Booth always thinking one more time, one more time, just one more time.
Brooding about the mess he was in, Booth almost missed what was going on in front of him. The demonstration was on.
"Could a girl who weighs 90 pounds soaking wet have cracked that bone using just this cell phone and leaving an impression of that bracelet in the bone?" Angela asked holding up the phone.
"Let's see. Zack, you have a go," Hodgins told him.
"I weigh more than 90 pounds soaking wet."
They went on arguing like that. Booth just wished they would stop talking about Zack soaking wet before he had to excuse himself. As Booth shifted uncomfortably, Hodgins gave him another patented conspiracy freak look.
-
After Booth overheard Bones sending Zack on an errand, all he had to do was wait for him in the parking garage. Booth leaned against his car until he saw Zack. He didn't wait for Zack to approach as he undoubtedly would have. He was taking control. Booth went over to him and took him by the arm. He pushed Zack into the front seat of his SUV and took a seat behind the wheel.
Zack clutched a sealed container to his chest. Booth vowed not to ask what was in there.
"Are you giving me a ride?" Zack asked turning to Booth. Booth made a point of not looking at him.
"No. And no."
"Are we going to have sex in the car?" Zack asked, eager.
"That's what the other 'no' was for. And stop thinking about wrapping you legs around my neck."
"Are we having sex on the car?" Zack asked, even more eager.
"No."
"You can bend me over the hood and..."
"Shut up."
Booth squeezed the steering wheel and suppressed a shiver. A public place and some vehicular intercourse - God that was tempting and exactly what was wrong with this. He was considering security camera angles. He was enthusiastically contemplating something he could get arrested for, and his dick was inches away from talking him into it. Put an end to it. Pull this thing out by the roots. Booth turned to Zack.
"Let me try to put this on a level you'll understand - I do not want it in the car. I do not want it on the hood. I do not want you. Period. Do you get it?"
"Are you referencing Doctor Seuss' Green Eggs And Ham? Because the juxtaposition of the sexual with rhymes from my childhood is making me queasy."
"Sorry. Didn't mean to ruin your childhood. When is that ending by the way?"
"I am an adult," Zack claimed in the stiffest, least convincing way possible, in the process making himself sound underaged and forbidden. Booth suppressed a groan.
"Act like one. Do as you are told. Go away."
"If I don't, will you handcuff me?" Zack offered his wrists, once again trying to derail Booth.
"Is that on your list?" Booth asked looking him in the eye the way he might a suspect he knew was guilty.
"Yes."
"Burn the list."
Zack was just sitting there. Booth stared straight ahead while Zack stared at him. Straight ahead of Booth was a wall. Booth put the key in the ignition, turned, and put his arm around the back of the passenger seat.
"Get out of the car."
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To be continued