"The Face with Two Skeletons"
By: Tropicwhale
Disclaimer: I've got love and I got rhythm but I don't have the characters in this story to go with them. I've got no money. I've got no diamonds either. But it doesn't stop me from wanting more, more, more. Eh, I've got Zerbrowski. . .anyone want to trade? Hart Hanson? No? Drat.
WARNING: This chapter includes GAY SMUT. Just thought you all should know/enjoy.
Author Talk: So, yeah…updates, anyone?
Chapter Thirty-Three
Booth had studied the files that he was given over and over at the public library before he allowed himself to go home that evening. When he thought he could handle talking to Zack he went home, leaving the files under the driver's seat in the car, and went up to his apartment. Outside the door he took a deep breath once he had the key in the lock before turning it. He could do this. He used to be a sniper…and faced down his share of murderers/serial killers. He could handle Zack. He walked through the door and locked it behind him. He followed his nose through the apartment into the kitchen. He leaned up against the doorway and sniffed. "Smells good." He said, causing Zack to jump and turn to face him with wide eyes. Booth smiled. The kid was just too cute. "What's for dinner?" Zack blinked and then looked down at the spatula in his hand. He turned back to the food before answering.
"Steak, it was on sale. Carrots, Broccoli and mashed potatoes." Booth smiled some more.
"Wow. Making enough for me, too?" No assumptions. Zack turned and stared at him like he suddenly had green skin and was speaking Marsian.
"Yes."
"Great. I'm starved. Do you need help?" Booth asked and stepped into the kitchen. Zack licked his lips.
"No." Booth rolled up his sleeves anyway and washed his hands.
"I owe you an apology, Zack." Booth said, staring into the sink. Zack turned to him, spatula in hand, deer-in-the-headlines look firmly affixed to his face.
"For what?"
"I've been a jerk to you for awhile now. You'd think we'd move past all that but this case…my superiors are leaning on me to get a confession out of you which is completely unethical especially since all we have is circumstantial evidence that just doesn't add up. Like you were in Iraq when Olivia was murdered in Alabama and Anne's death just doesn't add up. The only thing they have solid on you is the fact you can strip flesh from bone pretty effectively."
"You shouldn't tell me all this…the murder investigation-"
"You wouldn't have boiled the bodies and then fed them to alligators. That takes a certain malice you just don't have."
"Agent Booth! Stop. I don't want to have to lie under oath." Booth looked at him. Opportunity had presented itself. He didn't take it.
"Sorry Zack. I guess you can say I'm just frustrated and I've been taking it out on you." Zack blinked and turned back to the food. "Here, let me finish the food and you can set the table." Zack's head snapped to look at him. "What?" Booth asked with an innocent look on his face.
"Nice try." Zack said.
"What?" Booth really worked to look confused.
"I've been cooking for two hours and all that's left is to drain and mash the potatoes. You can set the table." Booth smiled.
"Was I that obvious?" Booth leaned in conspiratorially, smiling.
"Yes." Zack leaned in as well. Zack seemed to notice the proximity and pulled back first. "Get to it, Booth." He said, somewhat stiffly. Booth laughed and rubbed Zack's head. He got plates, flatware and glasses out and walked out to set the table. Zack grinned at Booth's attitude and ladled broccoli into a bowl. He dumped the slices of potato into the sieve in the sink and then promptly dumped them back into the pot. Booth had come back into the kitchen and had added a good tablespoon or so of butter into the potatoes as Zack got out the electric hand mixer. Booth added salt and pepper and then took the bowls of broccoli and carrots out to the table. Zack added milk to the potatoes and started to mash them on high. Booth took the steaks out of the pan and put them onto a plate. He stole a fingerful of potato and Zack slapped his arm for it. They both chuckled as Booth retreated from the kitchen.
A few minutes later they were sitting at the table enjoying a feast of a meal. They ate in more or less silence because Booth was watching Zack and Zack was politely waiting for Booth to start a conversation. Booth took his time watching Zack eat. It was all precision and mechanical, cutting up his meat and vegetables to manageable bits and actually chewing each bite twenty-four times. Booth didn't think anyone actually did that. It was sort of a surreal feeling sitting across from Zack eating dinner. It felt good, great in fact but completely odd. Like it wasn't supposed to be happening. Like having a wave of vertigo while standing on firm, solid ground by the seashore. It was a heady experience. He was buzzed off of Zack's company. So maybe he was attracted to the littlest squint. And maybe he wanted to keep it a secret not because of his career or anything like that but because…it was like the time that his grandfather had taken him and Jared down to Rehoboth beach in Delaware one summer. That beach was all rocks and gritty sand but Seeley had found a conch shell. A whole conch shell. He had hidden it from his brother and grandfather because it was his own special treasure. It was like that with Zack. He felt possessive and proud of it. He grinned at Zack when the scientist chanced a glance at him. Booth wondered what his face would look like in candlelight and lamented the fact he didn't keep candles in the apartment. Of course, Booth grinning like a loon freaked Zack out. "What?" Booth blinked innocently.
"Oh nothing. Just thinking." Zack raised an eyebrow.
"You can think?" he said wryly. Booth chuckled.
"Maybe not on your level." The corner of Zack's mouth quirked up.
"Few people can think on my level."
"That's probably true." Zack frowned. Booth grinned.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"What's what supposed to mean?" Booth countered.
"That it's probably true that few people have my level of intellect and have thought processes on my level of acumen."
"Acumen?" Booth asked.
"It means intelligence." Zack's frown deepened.
"I know what it means, Zack." Zack's expression teetered between anger and confusion. "I have some acumen myself."
"You used it wrong."
"No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did."
"Acumen doesn't just mean intelligence. It means shrewdness and expertise. I have my own expertise and you have yours. I used it correctly." Zack blinked at him and Booth had to spend a second or two wrestling with the urge to lick the brainiac's nose when it scrunched up. Nope, he wasn't going allow himself distraction tonight. He had a mission and Seeley Booth always completed his missions. "Wanna know what my acumen is in, Zack?" They were almost finished eating. Now was as good as a time as any.
"What?"
"Finding out the truth. Why'd you lie to Hodgins about driving the SUV, Zack?" Zack froze and stared at Booth. Booth took the time to take a bite out of a stalk of broccoli. "Zack?"
"He told you about that?" Booth ate some of his mashed potatoes.
"Robbie told me that he and Keg pulled you from the crash of the bicycle. So, what gives, Zack? Why are you trying to make yourself out to be a bad guy?"
"I'm not."
"You are." Determination came into Zack's face and he looked really angry.
"I'm not. Hodgins was trying to mother me and make me feel guilty about not telling him about Zerbrowski and the Copperheads. It isn't any of his business and it isn't any of yours."
"I know." Zack's anger had the rug pulled from beneath it and he looked unsure. "Everyone has been treating you like you're going to break any second. Me too. In fact, I think you probably have had yelled at me too if you didn't have a crush on me." Zack's face flinched and Booth felt a stab of guilt in his belly. But he held his position. Retreat now was not an option. "It must be very difficult…for a twenty-seven year old guy" Zack snapped a shocked look at him. "to be mothered because he was dumped, accused of two murders, maybe three, nearly blown up and nearly shot multiple times. You've had it rough lately. Having your private life pulled out for all to see and analyzed. It's not fair but it's a side effect of being involved in a murder investigation…which I know you know. Unfortunately, you also have a lot of people who really care about you and really want to care for you. Let us. You don't have to lie to us, Zack." Zack had the good sense to look down, suitably chastened. "You don't have to lie to me." Zack looked at him through quickly growing bangs. "If you don't like how I'm treating you, call me on it. I'm a big guy," Booth smiled in a self-deprecating fashion. "I can take it." Zack shifted and looked back down. A part of Booth's brain whispered Poor kid a second before Booth reached over and grabbed Zack's hand. There was a thudding sound in Booth's ears, a rushing sense of vertigo when Zack looked up fully into Booth's eyes. Zack licked his lips nervously. Booth's stomach was tight with a good dinner and nervousness. "You don't have to pull away from me." Zack pulled back his hand and stood and went into the kitchen with his plate. Minutely, there was water running and plates and pans clattering. Booth quickly finished the food on his plate and followed Zack into the kitchen. He pushed Zack away from the sink and started to do the dishes. "Take a load off. You cooked." Zack narrowed his eyes and defiantly grabbed a dish towel and started to dry the dishes and pans that Booth washed as well and putting the leftovers into Tupperware. Booth smiled at the man which only seemed to piss Zack off. Booth quickly looked away to smother a laugh as a cough into his sleeve. Zack pissed off reminded Booth of an angry puppy.
Soon, the kitchen and table were clean and Zack was out of options…or so Booth thought. Booth turned to speak to Zack and the other man had darted into the bathroom and within a minute the shower was running. Booth stared down the hall with his heart hammering in his chest. Should he? He shouldn't. He wanted to. He shocked himself with how much he wanted to but Zack sort of ended that conversation without ever saying a word. Booth felt as if his mission wasn't complete. Booth always completed his missions. Right? Right.
But, wasn't it an invasion of privacy if Booth joined Zack in the shower without an invitation? Zack could claim he didn't want sex with Booth if not right now than ever.
But, Zack had a crush on Booth and it wasn't like the kid hadn't made the first move. He just hadn't made a second. It couldn't have been the sex. Okay, so it wasn't technically sex as Booth's mind and Catholic upbringing had defined it but it was close and it was good. Even with Zack in casts and with busted ribs…it was good. Booth could admit that and he'd be stupid not to want a repeat of a good thing.
But, if Zack didn't want a repeat because he was angry at Booth then Booth didn't want to push the issue even if he did want to discuss it.
But Zack could hide in the bathroom all night and Booth did have work in the morning. He couldn't afford to wait out the squint. That solved it. He was going in.
Pun not intended.
Booth took a step toward the bathroom and stopped. Guh. Stupid morals. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. The wood floor of his apartment was cold on his bare feet. He undid his tie and flung it onto the couch. Another step. Another moment of hesitation. The buttons of his shirt were undone and the shirt discarded. The air should have been hot from the early summer air but the air conditioning was making his skin goosepimple. All too soon, Booth was staring at the door of the bathroom. He wish he had an excuse, a more mundane reason for invading Zack's shower like he was planning on doing.
Towels! Zack didn't grab a towel from the linen closet on his mad dash to the bathroom. Booth quickly grabbed two of his biggest, fluffiest towels and was back in front of the bathroom door in a few seconds. He huffed in annoyance at his own hesitation. He was good at sex. He had had lots of really wickedly good sex. Okay, yeah that sex was with women and really the only guy he had really had experience with was Zack. Booth had a little internal laugh at that. Zack probably didn't even think about how he took Booth's homosexual virginity. And didn't that make Booth a little more nervous? Booth was pretty much a virgin when it came to this stuff. Zack was the one with all the experience with men. It was a different, if somewhat familiar skill set. A small part of him, the conservative Catholic part, whispered it wasn't natural, instinctual. Another part, the part that was influenced overmuch by Bones whispered that ten percent of the population was gay or alternatively sexually inclined. That part whispered that sex was sex and love was love and attraction didn't have to be contained by partially outdated mores of a society that was quickly changing thanks to things like the internet and human rights. Booth was allowed to feel attraction for Zack. Okay, maybe not allowed seeing as Zack was, at the very least, a person of interest in a double homicide and Booth was the investigating officer. And if that didn't make it all the more attractive? That Booth shouldn't morally feel attraction to this particular man at this particular moment in time? He was allowed to feel attraction for men…just not Zack, just not right now. Some darker part of Booth licked his lips in anticipation. He put down the towels and undid his trousers, pulling them and his underwear off in one swoop. He stepped out of them and picked up the towels. He was going to do this thing. So what if his heart was hammering a tarantella and his breathing was a little irregular and it felt like he was going to have a stroke…God, why was he so nervous? Booth squared his shoulders, pushed on by his own indecision and opened the sliding door to his bathroom. He shut it just as quickly and, dropping the towels by the door, was in his shower holding a soapy, slippery Zack to keep either of them from falling. A clawed bath with attached shower was soo not a good place to engage in anything sexual Booth belatedly realized. The whole bath was too rounded and sloped with a lot of hard and/or sharp edges to smack one's head against. Neither Booth nor Zack managed to, luckily and in part to Booth's expertise in avoiding injury from this very bathtub. "We didn't finish our conversation at dinner, Zack." Was the only thing that Booth could think to say, standing under a drenching shower spray, having his face buried in the short wet hair of a very still squint, his arms wrapped around Zack's arms and his waist. Secretly, he was chanting Come on Zack catchup,catchup, feeling more nervous than he did when he had proposed to Rebecca. Zack better do something quick because Booth was losing his-
Zack turned and looked at Booth like he was looking at a particularly interesting set of hairline fractures on a skull. "You don't want this." He said, very convincingly. Was Zack trying to Jedi-mindtrick Booth into not wanting sex?? Well, if one of the squints could do it then Zack would be that squint. What does someone say to that?
"Wanna bet on that, Zack?" And here enters Bizarro-world. Zack was still looking at him with that look of intense concentration. "You pulled away." He said, by way of explanation.
"You're straight."
"You're the exception." Booth took a deep breath and shifted them more into the warm spray of water. "The only exception."
"You're mothering me." Zack accused, a little angrily. Booth made a face.
"God, I hope not. Not with what I have in mind."
"You shouldn't want me….Once is a fluke, twice is a pattern." Zack tried, once again, to explain.
"And three times is a habit." Zack started at that. Booth shifted so his lips touched Zack's ear and the man was deeper in his arms. "Trust me, Zack. I wouldn't mind if this became a habit." Both of Booth's arms were around Zack's waist at this point and he nibbled at Zack's ear and the spot just below it. The scientist melted in Booth's arms at that point and moaned. "Zack? I'm not going to continue without your oral agreement." Zack whimpered. "I mean it, Zack."
"Yes. I want you to continue." Zack was a little breathless.
"Great..." And Booth's brain froze. Crap. "Zack," he whispered against the squint's mouth, not quite kissing.
"Yes, Agent Booth?" Hmm, that wouldn't do. Booth pulled back until Zack had two eyes instead of one.
"Seeley. We're going to do this….Seeley. At least in private, okay?" Zack nodded, biting his lips, and wrapped his arms around Seeley's neck. Yeesh, that felt really good. They kissed, briefly, wetly.
"Seeley?" Eep. Okay. His given name shouldn't turn him on so much.
"Yeah." And his voice shouldn't sound like he smoked most of his life. He swallowed, trying to draw moisture into his throat.
"You were going to say something before I called you Agent Booth?" Zack prompted. Booth's libido nearly clipped him right there.
"Right." Focus, Booth, is a good thing. "Uh?" Zack smiled. Booth was kinda shocked to see that he had a sexy smirk. Huh. The little squint surprised him again.
"Forgot?"
"Yep." Musta been a lie. Booth pulled Zack in to kiss him again.
"Let's see if we can get you to remember." Zack held back cruelly. Hey. Not fair!
"Zzzzacknnn…" Booth whined. He could admit it. He whined.
"Let's see." Zack paused in thought, his eyes narrowed. "I was saying how I wanted you to continue."
"And now you're not letting me."
"And you said 'great' and then paused." Zack plowed on. It was a puzzle. Zack was good at solving puzzles. "Hmm."
"Zack!" Booth whined again, this time more insistently. Zack ran his hands down Booth's arms and down his scapulae, then back around Booth's biceps and down his ribs, counting with those clever, long fingers of his; all the while thinking and staring at Booth's face under the spray. Slowly a smile spread on his face and it was so not a good smile. It was a slightly evil genius smile and wow, since when did Other Seeley find evil genius smiles attractive? Zack looked down between their bodies to watch Booth grow. And he did grow. Just from Zack looking at him. Zack licked his lips again and looked up at Seeley's face then held up a bar of soap.
"Wash my back if I wash yours?" He said with a smug calculating look. And boy! Did Seeley like that or what?
"Yeah." To his dying day, Booth refused to admit he squeaked just then…no matter what Zack said. Then, they were kissing again, the soap passing between them and over their bodies. After a quick and minimized scuffle (slippery bathtub) Booth had Zack turned around and slightly bent over with an arm around the scientist's waist so he could soap down his back and legs. Zack arched into the treatment like a really horny cat. Suddenly, Zack stretched up to the ceiling forcing Booth to let go. Zack turned with that same calculating look on his face. Booth resisted the urge to ask 'What?' and the separate urge to cover his genitals with his hands. Just sex. It was just sex. No reason to flip out. Uh-huh. Just sex. Zack tilted his head to the side to catch the water spray and took the soap out of Booth's hand.
"Your turn. Turn around." Zack said. Booth turned because…well, why shouldn't he? Zack started at his shoulders and went slow; carefully covering every inch of Booth's back and arms, working the soap into a lather. All Booth had to do was stand there. It was so weird. He usually was the one in charge during sex and foreplay but this…this was nice too. It wasn't until he felt something on the inside side of his knees did he realize that Zack must have shifted to his knees at some point which naturally short-circuited Seeley's brain. Up Seeley's thighs went the soap and down went Zack's hand working it into bubbly lather. Eep. Seeley didn't know whether or not to feel really clean or really dirty. Zack was very thorough. Very, very thorough. Knees, thighs, ankles, everything got washed to the point Seeley was gripping himself tightly to keep from coming and they hadn't even gotten to the heavy stuff! Talk about eye-opening surprises.
"Zack?" Booth asked softly, soundly like he hadn't spoken in years. "You gotta stop…I…it's too much." There was a lick on the back of Seeley's knee. Just a little cat lick.
"Okay." And Booth turned around. Too soon. Zack was still on his knees, sitting back on his heels and eye level with a very interested part of Booth's anatomy. Zack tilted his head to the side again and smiled up at Booth. "Need help with that?"
"Zack-"
"Trust me. Tonight, you'll get multiple orgasms." Zack said in his matter-of-fact voice. And didn't that just take the cake?
"Mu-multi?-ah!" Zack's mouth found his way to Booth's skin. Suction through closed teeth and a hand around Booth's leg to keep him standing. The other hand was occupied as well, gently soaping places where Seeley never even thought to soap consciously. Okay, maybe he had…when he was still in high school but not for a very, very long time. Then the teeth opened and Booth got first hand experience just how warm Zack's mouth was, okay maybe not first hand… Booth still had to grip himself. He wanted to enjoy this for a little while longer. Zack pulled back with a pop and an annoyed look up at his sexual partner.
"Did you know…Agent Booth," he started, gentling Booth's death grip off himself. "That the human penis is at its most sensitive immediately following orgasm?" And that did it. That stupid little fact undid Special Agent Seeley Booth of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. When he returned from his little white out moment Zack was standing and washing off his face, chest and hair of Booth's spunk in the cold water spray. He turned off the water and slid the shower curtain back and turned to help a still partly dazed Seeley from the tub. "Oh good. You brought in towels." Booth vaguely wondered how Zack could sound so…relatively normal. Zack grabbed a towel and dried off when Booth just sat on the closet toilet seat to blink at him. Zack walked over, still erect, and dried off Booth as thoroughly as he soaped him off. Booth just leaned back and took the treatment.
"You know, that's the fastest I've ever…" There was a queer little hand gesture "Since high school." Zack was kneeling again and intent on drying Booth's right foot.
"I finished high school by the time I was twelve. I wasn't sexually active then."
"Twelve?"
"Yes. My mother told me I had to wait two years before going to college. Longest two years of my life." Zack looked up at Booth with serious eyes as he dried the other foot. "I was really, really bored." Booth laughed and slid to sit on Zack's thighs.
"Want me to help you with that?" Booth asked in a deeply serious voice, the sexiest voice he had, looking down at Zack's erect penis. Zack looked down too, his head brushing Booth's, his hands on Booth's sides.
"Eventually." Zack looked up. "I take forever to climax…right now I'm not even close." Booth looked at Zack's serious expression.
"Not even close?" He didn't squeak.
"Nope. Do you want me to bring to climax here in the bathroom or wait until we're in bed?" Booth felt his eyes going cross eyed.
"Wait, but the last time we....?"
"The last time…I was…I hadn't had sex or orgasm in approximately two weeks. Sitting next to you shirtless for a half an hour didn't help either." Booth smiled at that. It was a smug smiled. "Stop that. You smiling makes me weak at the knees…literally." Booth grinned at that and started pushing Zack until the squint was lying on his back with the towel between them and Booth hovering over him. He ground down into Zack at the pelvis and grinned when the scientist arched into it, returning the movement. He glanced down at Zack's groin and paused. "You don't have to, you know." Booth looked back up at Zack's face. "There's no pressure for you to perform oral on me. I don't really enjoy it all that much anyway…I prefer your kisses…" Zack shifted "on my lips. I really like how you kiss." Zack's eyes closed a little and Booth watched as they visibly dilated. "Really" There was a push up against Booth's pelvis. "Really" Another grinding movement. "Really like how you kiss."Another push up and Booth was descending on Zack's mouth. Hands were everywhere and Booth found he really liked how Zack kissed too. In fact everything Zack did was meticulous and specific. It really turned Booth on. Zack stretched underneath him and hooked a leg around Booth's thigh. Zack's one arm was wrapped around Booth's neck and his other hand had a very firm handful of Booth's derriere. Eep.
"Zack."
"Hmm?" There were a few open-mouthed kisses between the sounds that made up the hmm.
"This floor" A suck on his tongue and he nipped at Zack's neck before he could finish the sentence. "Not a good place for sex." Zack hummed and wiggled. "Stop that." Booth's order was completely undercut by the fact he didn't stop sucking on Zack's clavicle. Zack ran a finger down Booth's spine making the man shutter over him. Booth was almost completely erect again.
"Make me, Agent Booth." Booth shuttered again and nipped at Zack's nipple. "Ah!"
"It's Seeley to you, mister." He growled.
"I'll call you whatever I wish, Agent Booth." Booth stopped at that and looked at Zack. The squint was laughing.
"You little-"
"Not that little." Zack cut him off and glanced down which caused Booth to look down. Okay…not that little. Huh. That's not fair. "Agent Booth?" Seeley glanced up at Zack's innocent face. "Bet you I can make you come again without touching you." Zack smiled slightly which faltered and died when Booth suddenly loomed over him.
"You're not going to get the opportunity to do that and it's Seeley." Booth shut Zack up with a kiss before a retort could be made. Booth's hand started by cupping Zack's head and inched downward. Down the nape of his neck, across his shoulder blades until he could partly lift Zack into a sitting position and Zack threw his arms around his neck and his legs around Booth's hips. Seeley wrapped his other arm under Zack's butt and attempted to stand. Zack pulled back partly and dropped his feet down to the ground so that they could stand and continue to kiss. "Bed? Bed's a good idea." Booth babbled between kisses.
"Mm." There was a hand clutching Seeley's damp hair. "You can still speak…I need to work harder." Zack was sucking a spot under Seeley's right ear. Seeley was busy walking them back to the door. Through the doorway into the bedroom. Stumbled into the bed. Tumbled into the bed. Zack dug his heel into the mattress and arched into Booth. Seeley pushed down and grunted at the friction, his forearms on either side of Zack's head. "Booth?" there was a grunt of disapproval. "Booth." Zack's tone went from questioning to insistent. "Booth."
"Shut up, Zack." Booth push down and tried to kiss Zack. Zack moved his mouth away from the kiss and Booth settled for his throat.
"No." Zack got one hand tangled in Booth's hair and the other slapped against his clavicle. "Not until you tell me something." Booth glared down at Zack.
"What?"
"Did you want me to be on top or did you want to?" And didn't that just derail Booth's brain. Fooling around with Zack was one thing (and what a great thing that was) but was Seeley okay with going all the way? Well, yeah, he knew that when he started this mission that penetrative sex was the objective, and great now he sounded like Zack or Brennan in his own headspace, but making that choice now? It made the idea seem so….concrete.
"Do we have to decide that now?"
"It's preferable." Zack stated in that robotic tone of his.
"Can you give me a few reasons why?" Booth asked, realizing it probably made him sound even more inexperienced in this area and that annoyed Booth. "Just a few. I don't need a rundown, Zack." Zack nodded and suddenly they were back on footing Booth was more familiar with. Zack giving information that Booth needed to complete a mission.
"It helps me concentrate on what needs to get done which in turn will make it easier for you to relax and enjoy it rather than fumbling around guessing which decrease the chance of injury during the penetrative sex act itself." Booth would have wondered at Zack's breath control had he not just experienced the events in the shower. Zack tilted his head to the side. "Like that, Agent Booth?" Booth half-heartedly glared down at Zack and bounced. Zack laughed even as he said "Ow. You're heavy." Booth's jaw dropped and he rolled them until Zack was on top. "You do realize this puts me at an advantage, correct?" And before Booth could react Zack had caught his hands above Booth's head and leaned so Booth was essentially trapped. "I can hold you here all night using my body weight and I don't have work in the morning so I insist you answer my question…do you want to be on top or would you rather me do it?" And Booth was right back where he started…hesitation. He turned to look at the window with its blinds drawn. It was still light out. Summer daylight hours. He looked back at Zack and swallowed.
"You. I don't really know what I'm doing here now do I?"
"I could talk you through it." Zack offered. "Even do a large portion of it myself. I don't mind." Booth smiled. Zack really was very sweet which sorta sealed the deal.
"You do it. I don't mind." Zack smiled and leaned in to kiss Booth. He kissed Booth long and hard and deep, shifting until he was straddling Booth's chest rather than his waist or hips. At some point Zack allowed Booth to shift his hands until their fingers were interlaced. Zack slowly pulled back from the kiss, like a power drill in reverse and with more spit.
"Next question." Zack said more than a little breathless, his lips swollen and red. Booth licked at them proudly. "Lubrication?" Booth blinked. Well, yeah. That made sense.
"Uh."
"I don't suppose you masturbate regularly." Zack stated.
"What?! No!" Zack grinned at Booth's blush which morphed into a smirk. "And stop taking pleasure from my embarrassment." Zack grinned some more.
"Schadenfreude"
"God bless you."
"It means 'happiness at the misfortune of others'…according to Avenue Q. There's also a song in that musical called "The Internet is for Porn"."
"And "If you were gay"." Booth added.
"I'd shout Hurray." Zack deadpanned and then smirked. Booth reached up for a kiss.
"There's probably some petroleum jelly in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom." Zack sighed.
"I suppose I'll be the one getting it?"
"Well, you are giving it. Get to it, Toppy McTopperson, we're burning daylight." Zack got off Booth and the bed with a wigged out face. "What?"
"That sounded like something Hodgins would say. Why am I attracted to you?"
"Hey! Go get the lube, Zack." Booth threw a pillow at Zack's face. Zack walked back to the bathroom laughing and came back into the bedroom laughing. He threw a small container of petroleum jelly onto Booth's stomach and followed it with a carton of condoms and then followed that with himself. Booth 'whoof'ed each time as the wind got knocked out of him. Zack snuggled into Booth before the federal officer could retaliate and reached for the jelly. Booth's breathing sped up and his somewhat deflated erection made a comeback. Zack looked up at Booth's face.
"Relax…and open your legs a little." Booth glared at him. "What? I'm just been practical. You started this. If-" Booth kissed Zack to shut him up and distract himself from the weird sense of aroused panic. It was just sex! He could do sex. It was just another aspect of the same basic act, right? Seeley Booth could do that. He spread his legs. A slick hand stroked his erection to fullness before dipping down to play with his testicles and then further…Booth's kissing became a tad hysterical and Zack took it and guided to something closer to passionate rather than frantic. It was good. Zack was good…at least at kissing. Booth hadn't forgotten the time Zack asked for sexual advice when what'sherface from Paleontology had shot him down. Of course, that was sex with a girl and this was a whole different-Halleluiah! "And that, Agent Booth, is your prostate." Zack said against chapped lips. Booth blinked and reassessed his thought patterns. Zack, with his free hand, pushed one of Booth's legs down so he could crawl between Booth's knees and get a better angle. "Are you doing okay?" he asked after a particularly interesting twist of two fingers.
"Yep." Booth told the ceiling.
"Seeley, look at me." Zack said and did that twisty thing again. Booth looked and reached for himself. Zack slapped his hand away and a few seconds later Booth was experiencing his second orgasm of the night at the hands of Dr. Zack Addy; PhD, PhD.
When Booth came back to himself he was bent in half at the hips and Zack was hovering over him. "You called me Seeley." He said.
"You asked me to."
"Yeah but…" There was pressure where Booth really wasn't used to having pressure and he jumped.
"It's okay…it's just my erection." Booth glared at Zack who just smirked in return. "I was waiting for you to wake up from your faint."
"I passed out."
"Yes. For a few minutes." There were times that Booth really wanted to strangle Zack. This was one of those times.
"ZACK!" He did not whine. He didn't!
"Yes, Agent Booth?" Seeley growled. Low and threatening so that even Zack would get the hint. Which he did…because hey, Zack's a genius! It took a few minutes for Booth to adjust to the weird sensation and a few more minutes for them to get a rhythm and a few more minutes before that rhythm actually picked up speed and felt good for Booth. Then he just laid back and enjoyed the ride. Dusk had started to fall, dim orange light flooding the room and Zack's intent face. Booth's breathing increased at the look Zack was giving him. It wasn't a sexy look or a sex filled look but it was an intent look. It was a look that was focused on making sure Booth was alright, that he was good that started the third, slow build to climax low in Seeley's belly. He spread his legs wider and counterpointed Zack's rhythm. They moved against each other while having a staring contest of all things. It was absurd! Just like Booth's attraction for Zack, it was just absurd…which was humorous in its own way. Booth start to laugh but felt the urge drawn into his building orgasm so it never reached his lips. He broke eye contact because, well, it was too much, too intimate, too absurd, too Zack. Zack kissed the column of his throat and rubbed a palm over one of Booth's nipples and that sent Seeley over. His body contracted and released and contracted again, his breath was haggard and wheezing, and there were parts of him that hurt for it but, oh, was it good. He was too old for three orgasms a night but he wasn't about to complain. When Booth returned from his little blackout Zack was still moving above him and suddenly made a little noise like a yelp or a whimper…maybe a whimpering yelp? Or a yelping whimper? and tensed, still moving. His head bowed down to his chest and his fingers dug into Booth's hips, his breathing as ragged as Booth's was moments ago. Booth clenched around him and Zack gasped in surprise, raising his head and opening his eyes to look at Booth. Booth clenched again and Zack shuddered uncontrollably. He clenched one more time, holding it this time, and Zack let out a noise that, at a higher volume and pitch, might have been a scream. Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes and Booth started whispering nothings to easy him through the climax, stroking his skin, watching him come undone. Then, Zack collapsed, gasping for breath like a landed fish. Booth continued to stroke his hair, his neck and his shoulders until he could get himself under control.
"Holy crap." Zack said, his mouth pressed somewhere around Booth's shoulder. Booth just laughed. Mission completed.
Author After Talk: The longest chapter in this story and 3,000 words out of its 6,000 plus count is devoted to smut. These boys are a lot harder to work with than say Xander and Spike who have such an easy sexuality about them. Not that Booth and Zack aren't sexy, it's just…there was a lot more negotiation and logic that went into this scene. I don't know if it was because it was a first time thing as far as Booth's technical virginity or because it was a relationship first or if it was Zack's (frankly) weirdness that contributed to it being difficult to write or all of the above but every time I got them into a groove one of them opened their mouths. It was…frustrating. Tell me what you think…for future reference cuz in two chapters they're doing it again.
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