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Zach sighed and stripped off his shirt. Granted, the frozen pig through the woodchipper was cool. But Seeley having to drive around his area for an hour, just to make sure he wasn't followed, was annoying in its paranoid way. That was the routine though, whenever the great Agent Booth decided to grace Zach's abode it was always treated with caution to never be caught. Federal agents didn't have secret same-sex partners in the sexual sense, it just wasn't done, at least not without a lot of backtracking and cover-up.
Strong arms pinned Zach to a firm, suit-clad chest. Stirring of air ruffled the hair along his neck, Seeley loved his neck. Lips laid possessive kisses along the nape of his neck.
"Ignoring me as male bonding, Booth?"
No, not Seeley. Only in his head, even alone it was never Seeley.
A light nip and suck on his earlobe.
"I'm sorry, Zachy, but you know…"
He knew. Seeley said it was to stop himself from slipping, to acknowledge Zach meant to remember their nights. Professionalism wouldn't continue if Zach was jumped from across the 'holo-table'. That was what Seeley said. Half-truth. Zach didn't exist for Special Agent Booth, only Mr. Addy. He couldn't exist because Booth was straight, didn't want him. Seeley did.
"I love you." He didn't smile when saying this, he used to before realizing there was no point in smiling about the brittle silence that routinely followed. Instead, the hands to those strong arms moved more urgently.
Just because Zach was a genius didn't mean he didn't do stupid things. He knew that. It was a fact. It was the one thing that explained how he would continue watching his lover ignore him and pursue Dr. Brennan. Clockwork. Routine. Stupid routine.
His train of thought was disrupted by a deft twist of fingers inside him, quickly replaced by Seeley's cock. It wasn't long before the routine dictated him arching up, mouth open in a silent wail, no matter which position Seeley chose.
"Booth!"
As per routine, Seeley kissed him and watched him fall asleep, stroking his hair. Then Agent Booth would slip out.
Stupid routine had him try to keep awake for Seeley to stay but Booth was there the next time. Stupid routine.