Objectify

AN: Hello there. Wow, it's been a while since I last posted. Uhm, welp...I have no excuses other than the usual RL, school, and work getting in my way. But anyways, the original idea for this one shot came about after watching "Crack in the Code." I wished that we had been able to see Booth working on their home with some help from Hodgins and Wendell Bray. Yes, basically a beef cake episode with the three hottest guys on the show. After tweeting about it and some very good coercion, I decided to give it ago and write it myself. And well...I've strayed away from that original concept, I think everyone will enjoy this. This will also be the beginning of a series of shameless smutty one shots, both related and unrelated. Shout out to dharmamonkey for her beta work and being the one to kick my ass so I can get this done. Love ya! Haha! So without further ado...I present to you Objectify.

Summary: Brennan and Angela decide to have some fun on a hot summer day.

"Good afternoon, Capital City! And that was Radioactive by Imagine Dragons. We have Jerry B with the traffic report coming up. But first, the weather! We have a full day of sunshine ahead of us with highs in the mid to upper 80s and lows in the 70s. Make sure you put some sunblock on and stay cool. This is J-Wade on 107.3 WRQX!"

"I know I complained all winter about wanting it to be summer," Angela sighed as she fanned herself with a magazine she completed reading, "but now that it's here, this heat is just ridiculous."

"I concur," Brennan simply replied, taking a sip of her vegan blackberry ice tea and relaxing into her outdoor lounge chair.

Angela and Brennan were lounging on the back deck of the Booth household soaking up the summer sun. The backyard was a mess of large wooden crates, stacks of lumber, power tools, hardware, stains and paints, and a large pile of dirt and grass under a tree. Towards the back fence, yet six feet away, stood the frame of an obscenely large outdoor playhouse on a 23-foot by 14-foot concrete foundation.

The playhouse itself, aptly named the 'Queen Anne', had been a gift to Christine on her fifth birthday from Grandpa Max. Booth was excited to put together a playhouse for his daughter and agreed to immediately begin its construction. Max warned of the size and offered to hire a team of professionals to assemble the playhouse for them for a low cost. Booth simply laughed and informed Max that he was more than capable of putting it together.

However when two large wooden crates arrived at their front door, Booth was overwhelmed to say the least. He had been a little upset when he cracked open the crates and saw all the parts within. He had been under the impression that the playhouse would be small normal sized one, but nope, it was almost as big as a house.

Upon completion, the playhouse would boast two floors, a vaulted entry, a large living room on the first floor, L-shaped stairs, decorative fireplace with a mantel, a wrap around porch with a swing, two bedrooms with a deck on the top floor, a slide, a rock wall, and a fireman's pole.

And when Booth found out how much the entire playhouse cost, without the shipping price, he was furious. He couldn't believe that Max had spent such a large amount on something Christine would probably only use for a few years. But when Booth saw just how much his daughter and even his wife, had loved it, he had a change of heart.

Booth recruited Hodgins and Wendell to assist with construction, promising a reward of an ice-cold beer and barbecue at the end of the weekends. The three men were currently on their third weekend of assembly and were nowhere near completion.

"Bones we're back from Galliher and Huguely. The guys over there were really helpful," the unmistakable gravelly voice of her husband called from the side of the house.

Brennan and Angela sat up from their lounge chairs just in time to see Booth, Hodgins, and Wendell walking into the backyard carrying stacks of treated fir studs of varying lengths on their shoulders. Angela let out a wolf whistle and Brennan shamelessly licked her lips as they took in the sight of the bulging muscles on display.

Booth just chuckled and threw his patented charm smile their way. The trio of men set the lumber down, picked up their tools, and continued on with their work. Booth was a very handy person. He did repairs around the house, worked on his cherry red 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS, and worked out in the yard. Brennan loved watching Booth work and it usually led to a very, very, good night in bed.

Brennan began to feel aroused as she observed the way Booth's muscles rippled under his loose-fitting t-shirt as he wrapped his large veiny right hand around the signature colored black and yellow DeWalt hammer. Her throat went dry as Booth's hammer-wielding arm came striking down in a steady cadence, driving a nail further and further into a treated fir stud.

Brennan took a sip of her tea, fingers lightly twitching at the sight of Booth's athletic form hard at work. She watched as a tiny droplet of sweat forming at his eyebrow slowly began to cascade down his face. It continued its path onto his neck and disappeared beneath the collar of her his shirt.

She sat up in her lounge chair as Booth set the hammer down and reach for the hem of his t-shirt. Brennan's lips parted a bit as her husband lifted his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face. She swallowed hotly as Booth's very well defined abdominals, nipples, and chest made an appearance. His body was glistening with sweat and Brennan wanted nothing more than to lick every single inch of skin. She frowned as he lowered his shirt and continued with his work.

"I don't know about you sweetie," Angela commented as she watched Hodgins drill a screw into a fir stud Wendell held up, "but I think that it's high time these hunky studs remove those offending articles of clothing. It's all dirty and soaked through with sweat."

Brennan thought momentarily then grinned. "I agree. I think I know how we can entertain that desire. I saw something on television and would like to test a theory."

"Hmm ok." Angela shrugged as Brennan called for Parker to come outside.

Parker emerged from the house, hair tousled, and eyes still full of sleep. "Yes Bones?"

Brennan motioned her stepson over and whispered in his ear. Angela watched with interest as Parker stood up with a nod and an evil smile on his face. "Temperance Brennan what are you up to?" Angela asked, wondering what her friend had up her sleeve.

Brennan sat back in her lounge chair with a smirk. "Just observe, Ange."

Parker yawned and scratched his chest as he walked over to the cooler full of drinks at the far end of the deck. He glanced over to where his dad and uncles were to make sure they didn't see what he was doing. When he saw that they were still preoccupied with their jobs, Parker opened up the cooler and took out three cans of soda one by one and shook each furiously at the request of Brennan. He wondered where his stepmom was going with this idea, but didn't think much of it. Anytime Parker could prank his dad and not get in trouble, he was all for it.

Parker quickly stood up and closed the lid of the cooler with his barefoot and made his way towards the back of the yard. "Hey Pops, Uncle Jack, Uncle Wendell—Mom said to take a short break and hydrate."

Parker handed each of them a soda and quickly ran over to the deck to watch the events unfold. Just as the fifteen year-old sat down on the cooler, Booth, Hodgins, and Wendell each popped the tab of their beverage and were immediately sprayed with the sticky liquid.

"What the—? Parker!" Booth growled as he angrily looked over to where his son was sitting on the cooler laughing. His anger disappeared when he saw his wife and her best friend high-fiving each other with huge smiles on their faces. Booth immediately knew what they were up to.

"This kind of feels really good," Wendell commented as he ran his finger down his face and licked the liquid off the digit.

"I know exactly what they're doing" Booth whispered to his two friends and motioned them to follow suit. "Come on, let's play along."

Booth casually strutted over to their mineral water pool and dove flawlessly in. Hodgins and Wendell mimicked Booth's actions and dove in as well. Brennan and Angela stopped their laughter and watched with piqued interest. The three men resurfaced at the same time, Booth and Hodgins throwing a hot smoldering look their way while Wendell grinned flirtatiously.

Wendell was the first to get out of the pool, dripping wet and feeling quite relieved from the summer heat. He glanced down at himself and took on a nonchalant tone. "Oh my," he said with a grin. "I forgot to take my shirt off."

Wendell simply shrugged and reached for the back of his shirt. He tugged on the collar and swiftly removed his soaking gray V-neck. Wendell smiled at Brennan and Angela as he twisted his shirt and wrung out the excess pool water. He looked down at this wet body and began to wipe himself down slowly with his discarded shirt.

A look of nostalgia graced Angela's face as she remembered the nights spent with Wendell Bray during her post-Hodgins break up. He had been well built then, not quite as defined, but now? Now you could probably cut glass with his abs. He had also been a very good lover. Angela sipped on her ice tea and pushed down those memories into the recesses of her mind.

Although Wendell Bray was her colleague, Brennan had to admit that he had a very pleasing body. She knew Wendell would be in excellent shape as he was Booth's work-out partner during their hockey season. Wendell had a small patch of light blonde hairs in the middle of his defined chest that tapered to a skinny vertical line down his abdominal, growing thicker and darker around his navel. The blonde hairs continued down and disappeared beneath the waistline of his dusty shorts. Wendell unbuttoned his shorts and lowered them just a bit to wipe his waistline free of water.

Angela quickly grabbed a permanent marker from her bag and wrote a big 9 on the back of her magazine. She held it up to Wendell who smiled and bowed in thanks. Brennan laughed and mentally congratulated herself on her wonderful idea.

Angela whooped and cheered as her husband got out of the pool and shook his short curly hair free from water. He stood next to Wendell and quickly shucked his fitted black muscle shirt, not liking the feeling of it sticking to his body. Hodgins' slightly short stature was off set by his very defined pectoralis major and a long torso. He had a smattering of dark chest hair between his pectorals and around his nipples.

Angela and Brennan laughed as Hodgins strutted around, flexing and striking various poses. Hodgins' antics made his tattoo of Angela's face on his left bicep move bit out of proportion making her laugh.

"Who ever said scientist weren't hot clearly hasn't met my husband," Angela commented as her husband lifted the end of his shorts up his leg showing off a very nice tan. She wrote the number 10 on another page and held it up for Hodgins. He smiled and ran over to the deck, wrapping Angela in a tight hug and kissed her passionately. Angela squealed at the wet hug, poking Hodgins in the chest for it.

Booth chuckled to himself as he watched his wife take in the half-naked sights of one Jack Hodgins and Wendell Bray. Most men would be jealous that their wife was looking at other men, but not him. Brennan was more than allowed to look. She would often compare other men to him whenever they were out and about. It always gave Booth a major boost to his admittedly healthy ego when his wife always concluded that he was the best male specimen to walk this blessed earth.

As long as she never touched, then it was fine by him. Because at the end of the day, the only man Brennan would be touching, was him. And Booth never let her forget it. He did a quick lap around the pool before satisfying his wife's desire to objectify him. He wanted to put on a little show for the ladies and once he took note of Hodgins and Wendell standing off to the side enjoying the rest of their drinks, he made his move.

Booth swam in the direction of the two women and lightly splashed them with the mineral pool water. He smiled satisfactorily when he heard their protests. Booth looked at his wife and made eye contact. Even from a short distance, he could still see that predatory gleam in her eyes. The very one she always gave him when she wanted to devour him alive in the most delicious way possible.

Wanting to show off his superior upper body strength, Booth forwent using the steps to get out of the water. Brennan and Angela, hell even Hodgins and Wendell watched breathlessly and slack jawed as Booth, like the Greek sea god Poseidon, rose up and effortlessly lifted himself out of the pool.

"Oh my goodness," Angela commented as she reached for her ice tea and took a sip soothing her now-parched throat. "What a man, what a man, what a mighty fine man."

Brennan licked her lips again, keeping her eyes glued on her husband. "Mine. He's all mine," she said with a wicked smile.

Brennan took in the sight of Booth's white shirt clinging tightly to his body. His shirt was so soaked that it was completely transparent. Her mouth began to water as her gaze fell on Booth's dark nipples, hard and straining against the wet cotton fabric. She was momentarily taken back to the previous night, a night spent in passion and ecstasy. Brennan made a mental note to buy Angela some flowers and a bottle of wine for taking Christine to have a sleepover with Michael Vincent.

Brennan felt herself become aroused as the memories from their night together came barraging in. An empty house, a romantic candlelit dinner courtesy of her husband, and Barry White on the Bose. Booth pulled her out of her seat in the dining room so they could dance. As they swayed side-by-side, chest-to-chest, Booth made it obvious that he wanted her. He placed hot open mouth kisses down the side of her neck, across her throat, and up the other side of her neck as he pressed her body into his hardening cock.

That had been more than enough to get Brennan going and she nearly came from that alone. Booth was wearing that French blue dress shirt he always looked so damn good in and had to suppress the urge to just rip it off him and send the tiny plastic buttons flying across the room. But Brennan maintained a sense of self-control; she had already ruined two French blue dress shirts before that. She remembered unbuttoning the first three and pushing the fabric aside with her hands. She had placed a hand on the warm skin of his broad chest and ghosted her palm across the expanse, her nails scraping over his nipples.

Brennan remembered kissing and nipping at his clavicle, enjoying the whimpering noises Booth had made. As she moved to kiss his lips, her hand reached down and lightly grazed his jean-clad erection, before grabbing him by his heavy brass Infantry belt buckle and dragged him up the stairs.

"It's quite the scorcher today isn't it," Booth commented, bringing Brennan back to reality.

"You're telling me," Angela smirked as she fanned herself with the magazine.

Brennan tuned out the comments Booth was making about their progress on Christine's playhouse. Instead she continued to take in her husband's soaking wet form. Oh the things she would do to him if they were the only two people there. She watched as Booth finally took off his shirt and wiped his face with it.

Brennan smiled her signature crooked grin at the sight of her husband's perfect hairless chest and torso. Tiny glimmering droplets of water clung his tanned chest and biceps. Booth lifted his hand and ran it slowly through his damp hair, his thick fingers causing it to stick up in every which way. She watched with doe eyes as the biceps and triceps in Booth's left arm flexed with every stroke his hand made through his hair.

The usually faint sagittal line of hair under Booth's navel was much more defined thanks to the pool water. His colloquially-named happy trail was met by his dark pubic extension, dipping down under his khaki cargo shorts hanging precariously low on his hips, resting well below the v cut of his torso.

Booth wiped his body free from water with his shirt, continuing to flex his biceps as he did. He turned around so that his back was now facing the peanut gallery intending to show off his well-defined deltoids and trapezius. Instead of the praises he was hoping for, Booth was met with a "Holy shit!" from Hodgins and Wendell.

A frown crept on Booth's face as he began to wonder why the sight of his back would garner such a response. Wendell grinned knowingly. "What did you get into a fight with a fucking cat or something?" he joked.

Booth grinned as memories from the previous night flashed through his mind. The angry red scratches on his back, a reward that had hurt so good as his little vixen clung to him during their passionate lovemaking session. He hardened at the memory of stroking into his wife with slow and shallow thrusts. Brennan had teased him mercilessly all evening and he happily returned the favor.

He remembered how Brennan had pleaded, begged him to fuck her harder. But Booth kept his pace and continued with his shallow thrusting. When Booth felt his wife begin to clench around his rock hard cock, on the brink of an orgasm, he grabbed onto their bed sheets for extra leverage, pumping into her fast and deep as his heavy sac slapped against her ass.

Booth remembered feeling his balls hitch as Brennan held onto him for dear life. Her nails dug in and clawed at his back as Brennan came with a scream. He followed with a roar of his own, hitting her cervix, coming long and hard. She shuddered as he leaned down to kiss her, his silky tongue begging for entrance into her mouth. Booth held himself inside of her until he felt the last few spurts of his seed leave his body.

"Booth? Hey Booth? Are you all right? Have you gone catatonic?" Brennan asked, taking note of the glassy far away look in his eyes.

"Hmm what?" Booth coughed, coming back to the present. Brennan was now standing in front of him, hands on his cool arm, and a look of concern on her face.

He leaned down to kiss her. "I'm fine. I was just thinking…about something."

Brennan smirked, knowing very well what he was thinking about. She kissed his cheek before turning and making her way back to the deck. "Angela and I are going inside to start making lunch."

Booth, Hodgins, and Wendell stood side by side watching as the two women sashayed to the sliding door and disappeared into the Mighty Hut.

"Man," Wendell sighed. "I need a girlfriend."

AN: yes one more of these! Well what did you all think? This was my first time writing smut and I quite enjoyed it. If you loved it too, leave some love! I have a lot of ideas down that are ready to go. Thanks for stopping by and enjoy the rest of your day/night!