Entry for Kink!: Black Plastic Frames, Chapter One
Title: Black Plastic Frames
Author: happy_overdose
Fandom/Pairing: Bones/Cam/Zack
Summary: Cam’s newest accessory sets off an unexpected reaction in Zack.
Entry for Kink. I’ve had this on my computer for a while. I really like it, even though it’s out of left field.
.It brought him back to the days when he had been in Mrs. Dillon’s class. He could remember it like it was yesterday; Mrs. Dillon had been his English teacher, and at the time English hadn’t been that exciting to him. That was until Mrs. Dillon had walked into the class, her knee length red dress fluttering in the breeze, her hair in a neat bun and her square framed glasses making her unbelievably sexy.
Zack had been fourteen. He could remember now the way that his heart had hammered in his chest every Monday morning as she came in, smile always on her face and sexy black frames making him melt. He got the best grades he had ever gotten in his life in English that whole year, simply because every word that left her lips became imprinted in his brain, he was watching her that hard. And the very thought of doing English homework made him experience terrific erections.
Those were the memories that he had attached to pretty women in glasses. So who really could blame him that afternoon when his boss came back from the opthamologist and he couldn’t stop staring at her? She had gotten a pair that reminded him immediately of Mrs. Dillon. It was one of those days that she had decided to wear a ponytail, and the swishing of it as she turned her head was like a pendulum swinging back and forth, further adding to the memories he associated with the glasses. His skin felt hot under his lab coat and he had an urge to run into the parking lot and jump in the snow. The movement of her mouth was doing strange things too him and uncharacteristically he imagined a host of butterflies flying through his digestive system. It was Mrs. Dillon all over again.
“Are you listening?” she tuned to ask him, and he felt every pint of his blood rush to a certain area of his anatomy as her big brown eyes rested on him. Despite all of his blood being in one part of his body, making him feel faint, he was still competing with the surface of the sun in a competition to decide who was hotter. He felt detached from his own mouth as he heard it regurgitating everything Dr. Saroyan had said.
“You asked how far we had gotten with trying to find a matching blade to correspond with the fatal wound in Sarah Young’s back. Then you asked Hodgins why he looked so sad, if his bugs had run away. Then you told him to follow up his lead on the ants that had attacked Sarah’s corpse. Then...”
“Okay, Zach I get the point. Stop staring at me.”
“Sorry?”
“You’re staring at me.”
He was. And he couldn’t stop. Right now his imaginary self was placing her on the illuminated examination table and kissing her, unbuttoning her black top...
“Are my glasses that bad?” she looked self-conscious, and her head leaned a little to the side. His imaginary self stopped kissing her one second and his real self cupped her chin with his finger.
“No, of course not. You look really nice Dr. Saroyan. They look nice on you.”
Her eyes went wide as saucers, “Zach, get your hand off my chin.”
He removed his hand guiltily. It was the glasses, he knew. The fuck-me glasses, the Mrs. Dillon-from- ninth-grade glasses. They were doing very bizarre things to his thought processes. He was glad he was wearing his lab coat; the erection in his pants would be very prominent had he not been.
“I need to go,” he turned away from her, wondering how he was going to survive working in the Jeffersonian if Dr. Saroyan was going to go around wearing those glasses day in day-
“Zach?”
He spun around and the glasses hit him one more time. She had a folder clutched to her chest in a way reminiscent of Mrs. Dillon when she was passing back graded papers. He felt certain places in his body tightening. His imaginary self was back with her on the table, his hand inside her bra, his mouth plundering hers as he had wanted to plunder Mrs. Dillon’s so long ago. He had to remind himself forcefully that she was his boss and would fire him- right after she slapped him silly- if she knew what he was thinking.
She looked at him with her brown eyes questioning.
“Are you okay?” she asked, “You’re acting a little strangely.”
“Um...” Zach stepped back as she came up to him. His heart was hammering in his chest and he was sure that he was red as a beetroot. She looked at him as if she was watching metamorphoses in fast forward.
“How are you feeling right now?” She put the back of her hand on his forehead, feeling his temperature, “Do you feel sick?”
“No,” Zach cleared his throat. The glasses were the only things in his vision. His imaginary self reached out and held her chin again, tipped it up and placed his lips on hers.
He was a little surprised to see that his real self doing the same thing. Surprised out of his mind, he stepped back. She was staring at him, shocked as well. Then her face turned angry.
“What the hell was that for?!” she asked, “Zach, are you losing your mind?! You can’t kiss me like that!”
He shut her up by kissing her again. He was pleasantly surprised when he heard her respond, a mix between a sigh and a moan. His hand snaked around her waist and pulled her closer. She gave a little scream of surprise as she came up flush against him. He took her hands and wrapped them around his neck, his tongue waging a war with hers, his hands holding her against him.
When they had run out of air, Zach pulled back a fraction of a centimetre from her.
“Dr. Saroyan?”
“Hmm?” she looked as shocked as he felt, her eyes fixed somewhere in the region of his lips. Her tongue ran over her lips and she was breathing heavily. Somehow her top button had come undone. Zach sighed.
“Please do not wear those glasses again tomorrow!”