A Simple Question; Zack/Angela; NC-17
Title: A Simple Question
Fandom: Bones
P/C: Zack/Angela
Rating: NC-17 (for teh sex)
Summary: Written for the Porn Battle at cerebel_fics. The prompt was 'battlestar galactica'.
“You jerk off to Battlestar Galactica?”
The question caught Zack by surprise. It wasn’t everyday you were asked a question like that. He sighed heavily, trying to hide his embarassment. “Did Hodgins tell you that?”
“Who else? So it’s true? Are you into that whole chicks with guns thing?” Angela grinned and cocked an eyebrow at him. He didn’t say anything, attempting to salvage as much of his dignity as was still possible. He walked away from the table where he had been cleaning the exit wounds in a skull.
“And do you really think I’m prettier then Grace Park?” Angela followed him to the main table in the other room, where all the bones were laid out in anatomical order. Zack placed the skull gingerly back into it’s place, above the flatly laid vertebrae. “Do you?”
“Angela, does it really matter if I think you’re prettier then Grace Park?” Zack tried to focus on the bones, even if it was for no reason, the work was all done. He was sure this was some kind of bet between her and Hodgins, trying to get him to admit something he didn’t want to or do something embarrassing. He barely felt her slide up behind him, pressing into his back, her chin lightly resting on his shoulder.
“It does Zack,” she said and he suddenly felt her hand on his hip. “Because, if it’s true,” she continued, and her breath was warm on his ear. “It begs the question,” she said and her hand slid down to his crotch, “Whether or not you think about me when you jerk off.”
And then her hand was rubbing skillfully at him through his pants. Her mouth was on his neck and he could feel her breathing quicken as his did. She started rubbing harder but just as slowly. “I…I…think…” Her arm snaked around his chest and her hand pressed into his shoulder, holding him against her. He jerked his hips forward, trying to get more friction from the motions she was making with her hand. He felt ridiculously, impossibly hard. “A-Angela…”
With every breath he took, and he was taking quite a few, he could feel Angela’s breasts pressing against his back. She gave a bit of a squeeze and unzipped his fly; her hand finding it’s way into his pants and past his boxers, the Star Wars ones, which, thankfully, she couldn’t see. Zack gave a completely helpless moan as her skin met his and she took hold of his cock and flicked her index finger (or was it her middle? He had no idea) over the tip. She kept going, pressing into him more firmly, whispering in his ear, “Well, do you?” He was close now. She scratched lightly along the entire length of him. “I..I…I’m…” She gave a brief tug at his balls, and it was all Zack could do not to scream. As it was, he let out a bit of a strangled yell. She whispered in his ear, “Tell me, Zack.”
And now her hand was in the back of his hair, and she flicked her finger again and he could tell he was going to say it, no matter how much his rational mind combated this moment, this feeling, no this couldn’t possibly be-
“Yes, yes, I think about you, I think about you naked and with that delivery girl, and I think about you on top of me and holding me down and…and…”
He came into her hand. He briefly wondered if the security guards were watching this on their cameras. He slumped against the table as Angela took one of the sanitizing wipes from the workstation next to them. She wiped her hands and threw it into the trash receptacle on the bottom of the little metal stand. Zack watched her do all of this in a daze.
Angela put a hand on his shoulder. “Next time, Zack, it’ll be my turn.” She leaned in close as she said this. “And I think about,” she lowered her voice to a whisper again. “All the nasty things you want me to do to you.” She kissed him then, running her tongue under his, taking time, barely touching the tip of her tongue to his.
Then she walked out of the room, taking the skull with her.
*
Brennan met her in her office. “What took so long?”
Angela smiled at her. “Zack wasn’t finished cleaning the exit wounds. Besides, what’s your rush?”
Fandom: Bones
P/C: Zack/Angela
Rating: NC-17 (for teh sex)
Summary: Written for the Porn Battle at cerebel_fics. The prompt was 'battlestar galactica'.
“You jerk off to Battlestar Galactica?”
The question caught Zack by surprise. It wasn’t everyday you were asked a question like that. He sighed heavily, trying to hide his embarassment. “Did Hodgins tell you that?”
“Who else? So it’s true? Are you into that whole chicks with guns thing?” Angela grinned and cocked an eyebrow at him. He didn’t say anything, attempting to salvage as much of his dignity as was still possible. He walked away from the table where he had been cleaning the exit wounds in a skull.
“And do you really think I’m prettier then Grace Park?” Angela followed him to the main table in the other room, where all the bones were laid out in anatomical order. Zack placed the skull gingerly back into it’s place, above the flatly laid vertebrae. “Do you?”
“Angela, does it really matter if I think you’re prettier then Grace Park?” Zack tried to focus on the bones, even if it was for no reason, the work was all done. He was sure this was some kind of bet between her and Hodgins, trying to get him to admit something he didn’t want to or do something embarrassing. He barely felt her slide up behind him, pressing into his back, her chin lightly resting on his shoulder.
“It does Zack,” she said and he suddenly felt her hand on his hip. “Because, if it’s true,” she continued, and her breath was warm on his ear. “It begs the question,” she said and her hand slid down to his crotch, “Whether or not you think about me when you jerk off.”
And then her hand was rubbing skillfully at him through his pants. Her mouth was on his neck and he could feel her breathing quicken as his did. She started rubbing harder but just as slowly. “I…I…think…” Her arm snaked around his chest and her hand pressed into his shoulder, holding him against her. He jerked his hips forward, trying to get more friction from the motions she was making with her hand. He felt ridiculously, impossibly hard. “A-Angela…”
With every breath he took, and he was taking quite a few, he could feel Angela’s breasts pressing against his back. She gave a bit of a squeeze and unzipped his fly; her hand finding it’s way into his pants and past his boxers, the Star Wars ones, which, thankfully, she couldn’t see. Zack gave a completely helpless moan as her skin met his and she took hold of his cock and flicked her index finger (or was it her middle? He had no idea) over the tip. She kept going, pressing into him more firmly, whispering in his ear, “Well, do you?” He was close now. She scratched lightly along the entire length of him. “I..I…I’m…” She gave a brief tug at his balls, and it was all Zack could do not to scream. As it was, he let out a bit of a strangled yell. She whispered in his ear, “Tell me, Zack.”
And now her hand was in the back of his hair, and she flicked her finger again and he could tell he was going to say it, no matter how much his rational mind combated this moment, this feeling, no this couldn’t possibly be-
“Yes, yes, I think about you, I think about you naked and with that delivery girl, and I think about you on top of me and holding me down and…and…”
He came into her hand. He briefly wondered if the security guards were watching this on their cameras. He slumped against the table as Angela took one of the sanitizing wipes from the workstation next to them. She wiped her hands and threw it into the trash receptacle on the bottom of the little metal stand. Zack watched her do all of this in a daze.
Angela put a hand on his shoulder. “Next time, Zack, it’ll be my turn.” She leaned in close as she said this. “And I think about,” she lowered her voice to a whisper again. “All the nasty things you want me to do to you.” She kissed him then, running her tongue under his, taking time, barely touching the tip of her tongue to his.
Then she walked out of the room, taking the skull with her.
*
Brennan met her in her office. “What took so long?”
Angela smiled at her. “Zack wasn’t finished cleaning the exit wounds. Besides, what’s your rush?”