It's Good To Be The King Ch. 1 - Bones Slash - Hodgins/Zack - R
Another Bones slash fic.
It's Good To Be The King
by mispel
Chapter 1
"Socks then pants," Zack said.
As she walked through the lab, Angela stopped to listen.
"Pants then socks," Jack disagreed as he peered through a microscope.
"So you already settled socks vs. shoes?" Angela asked. The two of them had the nerve to look at her like she was crazy. "Yeah, it would be silly to argue about that." She rolled her eyes as she walked away from them.
"I swear those two will argue about anything, just like an old married couple," Angela told Temperance as she approached her. Temperance raised her eyes from the bones she had been examining to see who Angela meant. Angela's thumb indicated Zack and Hodgins.
"They have entered into a domestic arrangement of sorts," Temperance said. She was making an anthropological observation not gossiping.
"Of what sort exactly?" Angela asked with a raised eyebrow.
Temperance looked from her to Zack and Hodgins. It was a probing look that apparently told her nothing. She shrugged.
Sitting in the cafeteria, Jack looked at his sandwich suspiciously. Zack was already finished with his food and only stayed behind to harangue Jack.
"Everyone thinks we're a cohabiting gay couple. I can't get anyone to date me," Zack complained over his empty plate. He sat with his hands in his lap looking sullen.
"That's not why," Jack informed him as he pulled some limp lettuce out of his sandwich.
"You aren't having any trouble." Zack squinted with envy. "It's not fair."
"I have ways," Jack said after he swallowed.
"I want ways."
"Do you?" Jack asked provocatively
"Maybe." Zack was less assertive now. Jack shook his head and smiled a condescending smile as he turned back to his food.
"There are benefits to being dated by Jack Hodgins," Jack mused. He was quite a guy and he knew how to please a woman. Hodgins was smirking to himself. He almost missed what Zack was saying.
"I want benefits. I don't get anything out of this." Zack pointed back and forth at him and Jack, stirring the air between them.
Jack chewed his food.
"I want to be wined and dined, with gifts," Zack demanded. He crossed his arms like a petulant child.
"You aren't even putting out."
"I can put out."
"You would just lie there," Jack scoffed.
"No, I wouldn't. I would do things, inventive and acrobatic things."
Jack only continued to eat his sandwich.
Angela was understanding and patient. Zack told her his woes.
"He goes out all the time and leaves me all alone," Zack whined.
"Honey, could you try and sound a little less like a neglected housewife," Angela told him.
"That's why I have this." Zack produced a book. Angela took one look at the title.
"Zack, sweetie, you know, the Kama Sutra should come with a warning label. You'll sprain something."
"Jack doesn't take me seriously. I need an attractant," Zack said. He considered himself for a thoughtful moment. He was not alluring or exciting. Angela was considering him too. She looked him over, kindly.
"You have that beautiful brain," Angela said.
"I can't show him my brain. Unless..." While Zack considered which scanning technique would best show off his main asset, Angela brushed at his bangs.
"You have beautiful eyes. I'll let you borrow my eyeliner." Angela's joking words didn't register as a joke.
"I don't think Jack is attracted to eyeliner." Though the women Jack dated did wear eyeliner, Zack didn't think that was what drew Jack to them. It was their clothes.
"I need sexy clothes. Tight, binding, sexy clothes," Zack decided.
"Don't say binding, sweetie. It makes Angela's mind go to a bad place."
Zack peered at Angela to determine what bad place she meant. Seeing the look on her face, Zack realized that he didn't know what Jack liked to do with his dates. Maybe Angela knew things about unusual sexual practices. Things that he should know.
"Do you think Hodgins..."
"No."
"But maybe..."
"No."
It had been dark for hours by the time they left the Jeffersonian. The traffic was thin. Streetlights bounced off the car windows. Jack could barely keep himself awake as he drove Zack and himself home. Even the ticking of the turn signal as he pulled into the driveway seemed soothing. Jack yawned as he got out of the car, not sure if eating was worth the trouble if it kept him from going straight to bed. Zack must not have been tired, he turned Jack around by his shoulders, pressed him against the car and kissed him. Jack was now awake as Zack's tongue sneaked into his mouth. Jack found himself nearly horizontal on the hood of his car when Zack paused to take a breath. Jack felt one of Zack's thighs pushing between his legs, putting one of Jack's thighs between Zack's legs. Jack's first order of business was to forestall another kiss with a restraining hand on Zack's chest. Zack smiled at the contact. Pulling his hand away, Jack pushed himself up off the hood of his car and disentangled their limbs.
"Weren't you sniffling earlier?" Jack asked. He vaguely remembered some noisy nose wiping at the Jeffersonian.
"Are you changing the subject?" Zack asked.
"What do you think the subject is?" Jack crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the car while he got his bearings.
"Sex," Zack answered simply.
"I don't want to have a cold when you have a cold. And if you want on the subject, your mail might be arriving here 'care of', but I don't want to be all tied up with you."
"Angela suggested that tying me up might appeal to you."
"You are like the hirudinea limnatis nilotica. "
"You just called me a leech," Zack observed.
"Not just any leech, Zack. If you're not careful, this sucker climbs inside you through any unguarded orifice and sucks you till you can't breathe..."
While Hodgins painted this pretty picture, Zack looked at him funny then interrupted.
"Are we flirting now?"
Jack had to think about how leech talk could be considered flirting. His answer was "No."
"How will I know when we're flirting?" Zack asked.
"Flirting, Zack? What else do you picture us doing? Holding hands? Gazing at each other adoringly while enjoying a romantic picnic?"
"We could do those things if you want, but I was thinking some kind of indoor sexual activity. If you are not ready for intercourse we..."
"If I'm not ready? You don't even have the training wheels off." Jack couldn't believe his ears.
"I plan to make up for my relative inexperience with youthful enthusiasm."
Jack had to laugh. He was almost willing to find out how Zack would try and impress the pants off him.
"You are kind of hard to dump, Addy."
"You are bad at dumping."
"We need to stop saying that word."
"I agree."
That seemed to be the only thing they were agreeing on. Zack was still standing a little too close, like he was going to start making out with him on the front lawn.
"Zack, go to bed, I don't feel like flushing a friendship down the toilet tonight."
"I thought we agreed to stop speaking scatologically."
"We shouldn't need to have this little talk, Zack. Do the math. Or do I value our friendship more than you do?"
"No, you don't," Zack said competitively. Then he reconsidered the matter from a more scientific standpoint. "Actually, there is no way to quantify that. A true comparison is impossible."
"Good, then I win."
"My subjective impression is that I care more."
"You just want me for sex."
Zack looked indignant.
"I have deep and abiding feelings that I will..."
Jack put his fingers in his ears.
Zack gave him an intense stare. Jack turned away, kept his ears plugged as he walked to his front door and swore to himself that he wasn't going to let this little incident keep him awake.
Lying in bed, awake, Jack laced his fingers behind his head. His feelings for Zack were not the feelings he had when he wanted someone, he was sure of that. He felt protective, annoyed, OK a little aroused at the moment but nothing he couldn't control. He just wanted to leave some lines uncrossed. The world was a mind numbing chaos of wrongs and secrets, he wanted his personal life to be uncomplicated, a series of beautiful women he could forget about as they faded into a river of sex and glamor, long legs and luxurious hair, sumptuous restaurants and gorgeous bodies. Did any of that sound like Zack? The thought of his hands in Zack's hair flashed through his mind. The rest of the picture played itself out in a strobe effect - his hands holding on to Zack's hair as he worked himself into his mouth. Jack could feel the cool sheets against his bare ass, his pajama bottoms were down as he gripped himself hard - more like he wanted to strangle the urge not satisfy it. Zack didn't know what he was asking for.
Now Hodgins was trying to answer Angela's intrusive and unnecessary why not Zack question. She was just too open minded.
"You're half way there," Angela said with a shrug. She was sketching a dead man while they talked. Hodgins was leaning against her desk, half facing her.
"How am I... If I was ever going to consider going that route, it wouldn't be with Zack. Zack doesn't know moderation. It would be like jumping into the deep end of a volcano."
"Oooh. That sounds hot. And you love risk, sweetie," Angela said pointing at him with her pencil.
"Physical risks are different. Sure you might die, but there's the thrill the high the rush."
"Maybe there'll be a thrill, a high and a rush with Zack?" She made it a question so it was clear she didn't believe a word of it.
"You know when you had sex with that guy you thought was so sweet and adorable and you were bored out of your mind because he didn't know what the hell he was doing while he was just fumbling around so you had to teach him everything?"
"How do you know about that?"
"I was guessing. There had to be at least one."
"Hodgins, you are treading on thin ice," she warned him. He shrugged. "And contradicting yourself," she added. "Which is it - is Zack too hot for you or not hot enough?"
"Zack is...Zack is Zack," he non-explained. "You get my point. I'll count myself ahead with a friendship saved."
"Aww," Angela said like his friendship with Zack was a particularly cute kitten with a broken leg. Then she contemplated her dead man.
"I guess you know what you want," she said.
"Damn right."
Without a doubt Hodgins knew what he didn't want. He didn't want to find out what sex with Zack would be like.
to be continued
It's Good To Be The King
by mispel
Chapter 1
"Socks then pants," Zack said.
As she walked through the lab, Angela stopped to listen.
"Pants then socks," Jack disagreed as he peered through a microscope.
"So you already settled socks vs. shoes?" Angela asked. The two of them had the nerve to look at her like she was crazy. "Yeah, it would be silly to argue about that." She rolled her eyes as she walked away from them.
"I swear those two will argue about anything, just like an old married couple," Angela told Temperance as she approached her. Temperance raised her eyes from the bones she had been examining to see who Angela meant. Angela's thumb indicated Zack and Hodgins.
"They have entered into a domestic arrangement of sorts," Temperance said. She was making an anthropological observation not gossiping.
"Of what sort exactly?" Angela asked with a raised eyebrow.
Temperance looked from her to Zack and Hodgins. It was a probing look that apparently told her nothing. She shrugged.
Sitting in the cafeteria, Jack looked at his sandwich suspiciously. Zack was already finished with his food and only stayed behind to harangue Jack.
"Everyone thinks we're a cohabiting gay couple. I can't get anyone to date me," Zack complained over his empty plate. He sat with his hands in his lap looking sullen.
"That's not why," Jack informed him as he pulled some limp lettuce out of his sandwich.
"You aren't having any trouble." Zack squinted with envy. "It's not fair."
"I have ways," Jack said after he swallowed.
"I want ways."
"Do you?" Jack asked provocatively
"Maybe." Zack was less assertive now. Jack shook his head and smiled a condescending smile as he turned back to his food.
"There are benefits to being dated by Jack Hodgins," Jack mused. He was quite a guy and he knew how to please a woman. Hodgins was smirking to himself. He almost missed what Zack was saying.
"I want benefits. I don't get anything out of this." Zack pointed back and forth at him and Jack, stirring the air between them.
Jack chewed his food.
"I want to be wined and dined, with gifts," Zack demanded. He crossed his arms like a petulant child.
"You aren't even putting out."
"I can put out."
"You would just lie there," Jack scoffed.
"No, I wouldn't. I would do things, inventive and acrobatic things."
Jack only continued to eat his sandwich.
Angela was understanding and patient. Zack told her his woes.
"He goes out all the time and leaves me all alone," Zack whined.
"Honey, could you try and sound a little less like a neglected housewife," Angela told him.
"That's why I have this." Zack produced a book. Angela took one look at the title.
"Zack, sweetie, you know, the Kama Sutra should come with a warning label. You'll sprain something."
"Jack doesn't take me seriously. I need an attractant," Zack said. He considered himself for a thoughtful moment. He was not alluring or exciting. Angela was considering him too. She looked him over, kindly.
"You have that beautiful brain," Angela said.
"I can't show him my brain. Unless..." While Zack considered which scanning technique would best show off his main asset, Angela brushed at his bangs.
"You have beautiful eyes. I'll let you borrow my eyeliner." Angela's joking words didn't register as a joke.
"I don't think Jack is attracted to eyeliner." Though the women Jack dated did wear eyeliner, Zack didn't think that was what drew Jack to them. It was their clothes.
"I need sexy clothes. Tight, binding, sexy clothes," Zack decided.
"Don't say binding, sweetie. It makes Angela's mind go to a bad place."
Zack peered at Angela to determine what bad place she meant. Seeing the look on her face, Zack realized that he didn't know what Jack liked to do with his dates. Maybe Angela knew things about unusual sexual practices. Things that he should know.
"Do you think Hodgins..."
"No."
"But maybe..."
"No."
It had been dark for hours by the time they left the Jeffersonian. The traffic was thin. Streetlights bounced off the car windows. Jack could barely keep himself awake as he drove Zack and himself home. Even the ticking of the turn signal as he pulled into the driveway seemed soothing. Jack yawned as he got out of the car, not sure if eating was worth the trouble if it kept him from going straight to bed. Zack must not have been tired, he turned Jack around by his shoulders, pressed him against the car and kissed him. Jack was now awake as Zack's tongue sneaked into his mouth. Jack found himself nearly horizontal on the hood of his car when Zack paused to take a breath. Jack felt one of Zack's thighs pushing between his legs, putting one of Jack's thighs between Zack's legs. Jack's first order of business was to forestall another kiss with a restraining hand on Zack's chest. Zack smiled at the contact. Pulling his hand away, Jack pushed himself up off the hood of his car and disentangled their limbs.
"Weren't you sniffling earlier?" Jack asked. He vaguely remembered some noisy nose wiping at the Jeffersonian.
"Are you changing the subject?" Zack asked.
"What do you think the subject is?" Jack crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the car while he got his bearings.
"Sex," Zack answered simply.
"I don't want to have a cold when you have a cold. And if you want on the subject, your mail might be arriving here 'care of', but I don't want to be all tied up with you."
"Angela suggested that tying me up might appeal to you."
"You are like the hirudinea limnatis nilotica. "
"You just called me a leech," Zack observed.
"Not just any leech, Zack. If you're not careful, this sucker climbs inside you through any unguarded orifice and sucks you till you can't breathe..."
While Hodgins painted this pretty picture, Zack looked at him funny then interrupted.
"Are we flirting now?"
Jack had to think about how leech talk could be considered flirting. His answer was "No."
"How will I know when we're flirting?" Zack asked.
"Flirting, Zack? What else do you picture us doing? Holding hands? Gazing at each other adoringly while enjoying a romantic picnic?"
"We could do those things if you want, but I was thinking some kind of indoor sexual activity. If you are not ready for intercourse we..."
"If I'm not ready? You don't even have the training wheels off." Jack couldn't believe his ears.
"I plan to make up for my relative inexperience with youthful enthusiasm."
Jack had to laugh. He was almost willing to find out how Zack would try and impress the pants off him.
"You are kind of hard to dump, Addy."
"You are bad at dumping."
"We need to stop saying that word."
"I agree."
That seemed to be the only thing they were agreeing on. Zack was still standing a little too close, like he was going to start making out with him on the front lawn.
"Zack, go to bed, I don't feel like flushing a friendship down the toilet tonight."
"I thought we agreed to stop speaking scatologically."
"We shouldn't need to have this little talk, Zack. Do the math. Or do I value our friendship more than you do?"
"No, you don't," Zack said competitively. Then he reconsidered the matter from a more scientific standpoint. "Actually, there is no way to quantify that. A true comparison is impossible."
"Good, then I win."
"My subjective impression is that I care more."
"You just want me for sex."
Zack looked indignant.
"I have deep and abiding feelings that I will..."
Jack put his fingers in his ears.
Zack gave him an intense stare. Jack turned away, kept his ears plugged as he walked to his front door and swore to himself that he wasn't going to let this little incident keep him awake.
Lying in bed, awake, Jack laced his fingers behind his head. His feelings for Zack were not the feelings he had when he wanted someone, he was sure of that. He felt protective, annoyed, OK a little aroused at the moment but nothing he couldn't control. He just wanted to leave some lines uncrossed. The world was a mind numbing chaos of wrongs and secrets, he wanted his personal life to be uncomplicated, a series of beautiful women he could forget about as they faded into a river of sex and glamor, long legs and luxurious hair, sumptuous restaurants and gorgeous bodies. Did any of that sound like Zack? The thought of his hands in Zack's hair flashed through his mind. The rest of the picture played itself out in a strobe effect - his hands holding on to Zack's hair as he worked himself into his mouth. Jack could feel the cool sheets against his bare ass, his pajama bottoms were down as he gripped himself hard - more like he wanted to strangle the urge not satisfy it. Zack didn't know what he was asking for.
Now Hodgins was trying to answer Angela's intrusive and unnecessary why not Zack question. She was just too open minded.
"You're half way there," Angela said with a shrug. She was sketching a dead man while they talked. Hodgins was leaning against her desk, half facing her.
"How am I... If I was ever going to consider going that route, it wouldn't be with Zack. Zack doesn't know moderation. It would be like jumping into the deep end of a volcano."
"Oooh. That sounds hot. And you love risk, sweetie," Angela said pointing at him with her pencil.
"Physical risks are different. Sure you might die, but there's the thrill the high the rush."
"Maybe there'll be a thrill, a high and a rush with Zack?" She made it a question so it was clear she didn't believe a word of it.
"You know when you had sex with that guy you thought was so sweet and adorable and you were bored out of your mind because he didn't know what the hell he was doing while he was just fumbling around so you had to teach him everything?"
"How do you know about that?"
"I was guessing. There had to be at least one."
"Hodgins, you are treading on thin ice," she warned him. He shrugged. "And contradicting yourself," she added. "Which is it - is Zack too hot for you or not hot enough?"
"Zack is...Zack is Zack," he non-explained. "You get my point. I'll count myself ahead with a friendship saved."
"Aww," Angela said like his friendship with Zack was a particularly cute kitten with a broken leg. Then she contemplated her dead man.
"I guess you know what you want," she said.
"Damn right."
Without a doubt Hodgins knew what he didn't want. He didn't want to find out what sex with Zack would be like.
to be continued