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Voices Carry

Nov 25, 2006 21:18

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No use in running
It's always the same
You can count on the panic
It's the faces that change...

( When Seeley spoke it was soft enough to deafen him... )

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j_hodgins November 29 2006, 01:16:06 UTC

Jack keyed the alarm code perfectly on the first entry and pushed the toe of his boot against the wide brass kickplate at the bottom of the door. It took a second to feel the wall for the light swtich, but the foyer was suddenly bathed in bright light from a massive brass and crystal chandelier hanging overhead ( ... )

former_ranger November 29 2006, 01:21:22 UTC

"Summer house."

Booth took in the chandolier. The stairs. The heavy woodwork, the paintings and hallways leading off. The furniture covered in white. The way the place smelled of dustwax and cleaning agents and he had a feeling that if he lifted a sheet and ran his finger over a table there wouldn't be a trace of sand or dirt or dust. Not even after a long winter.

He slowly followed Jack up the stairs.

"Right. And in the morning you'll be handing out maps so I can find my room again."

j_hodgins November 29 2006, 01:35:16 UTC

"Yeah, not exactly a cottage," Jack snorted. "That;s what my folks called it, though ( ... )

former_ranger November 29 2006, 01:48:58 UTC

Seeley stared after Jack for a moment, then turned and wandered into the bedroom that was just under the size of his entire apartment in DC. He tossed his duffle on a chair near the bed and pulled off his t-shirt, threw it on top of the bag. He kicked off his boots and walked into the private bathroom ( ... )

j_hodgins November 29 2006, 01:59:29 UTC

How do you love
When your angels can’t sing
And your world is still lacking of me?Fifteen minutes of tossing and turning in the slick, damp sheets and Jack was aching to flee, heart racing, hands and feet colder than bone china. It was easy enough to step into his boots, throw on a sweatshirt and a hoodie ( ... )

former_ranger November 29 2006, 02:23:01 UTC

Seeley woke early. Like he always did. Like he always had. His eyes snapped open and Hodgin's voice echoed in his mind.

" ... If you need anything ... "Seeley groaned quietly. An almost soundless vibration that slipped from between his lips as one hand slid over thick cotton sheets to his hip, his cock. It rose, hot and hard and heavy in his fingers. He stroked himself slowly. Matching the beat of his heart ( ... )

j_hodgins November 29 2006, 02:31:11 UTC

Jack knocked the sand from the cleats of his boots before jimmying the kitchen door open in the dim grey of early morning. He'd been too occupied with his thought, with getting into his own space to remember alarming the house.

Raking his hand through sea-damp curls, he paused and looked around the kitchen and took a deep, long breath.

I'm ready, he thought. I can do this.

But what he wasn't ready for was the sight of Booth, sleep rumpled and handsome, staring at him as he leaned lazily in the alcove that led into the kitchen from the hall.

former_ranger November 29 2006, 02:52:49 UTC

"Sleep on the beach, Hodgins?" Booth asked when the sound of a door opening caught him. Stopped him in place and the rushing surge of blood from his brain to his groin was almost painful in its intensity.

Seeley was drowning in desire. Already stepping forward. Already touching Hodgins. Fingers brushing through tangled curls, opening Hodgins mouth with his own. Chasing his tongue and pushing him down to the floor.

A beam of sun shot through a beach facing window and flared.

Seeley shifted in the hallway, suddenly very glad he'd brought and was wearing a very loose pair of gray sweats.

"Didn't you say something last night about coffee and a kitchen?"

j_hodgins November 29 2006, 03:38:52 UTC

Booth's voice was nearly enough to double Jack over. His mouth curved in a seductive smile, leaning in the doorway as though he'd stood there a hundred mornings before, and Jack swore he could feel the sleep heat curling off his skin in waves ( ... )

former_ranger November 30 2006, 23:18:48 UTC

"Huh."

Seeley grunted. He watched Jack pull an old percolator out of a drawer and laughed out loud.

"I thought you were going to show me something state of the art. Something that even the other squints haven't seen yet."

Booth leaned against the immaculate countertop, looking down at Jack and once again he found himself swimming in the depth of those blue eyes. Darker with exhaustion, bruised shadows underneath. Lips that needed the moisture of a kiss, wind-chilled skin that Seeley ached to touch.

He settled for the brush and rush of standing too close, leaning in too near. Seeley's head dipped down, his fingers curled around the marble edge behind him. His chest tight and bare and every breath seemed to come at a cost that burnt through his lungs to his spine.

"I'm still waiting for you to show me something I've never seen before."

j_hodgins December 1 2006, 00:41:55 UTC

The laugh sputtered up, lifted out of Jack's midsection by sheer exhaustion. He peered up at Seeley and elbowed him in the ribs ( ... )

former_ranger December 1 2006, 01:03:16 UTC

Seeley plugged in the coffee machine, he waited until the first gurgle blurpt up into the clear nozzle on the cap and turned to follow Jack's voice ( ... )

j_hodgins December 1 2006, 01:15:10 UTC

When Booth sank down next to him, Jack let the shift in the shape of the couch pull him to the side, too tired to care that he was centimeters from actually leaning on him.

The sun was warmer than a blanket and drying the salt-crusted damp of the thin cotton scrubs quickly, seeping into the coldness of his legs. He let the heat draw him in, pull him into the bleary uncertainty of near sleep.

Booth said something. It was muzzy and quiet and he wasn't exactly sure of the question, so he let the tiredness take over.

"More n'Buffett. Less than Gates," he murmured, crossing his arms across his chest, and turning to lean into the sun, warm and solid and soothing. The pillow felt hard and smooth beneath his cheek, but it was sun-warm and comfortable -- and smelled like moss and bread dough and salt -- so he pushed in closer with a sigh and let the heat overwhelm him.

former_ranger December 1 2006, 02:06:56 UTC

Booth laughed softly when he felt the soft crinkle of Jack's curls rest on his shoulder. The sun covered them both with heat and light and Jack's exhaustion was catching. It wasn't as if Seeley was tired though, he'd slept all night. Dreamless and complete for a change. So he simply let Jack rest on his shoulder and arm and took the opportunity to look around the room while he waited for the coffee to finish perking ( ... )

j_hodgins December 1 2006, 02:30:39 UTC

And the truth that you'll find will always be
The truth you hide...

Jack's skin prickled and rose in tight furrows of gooseflesh, dragging him out of a restless REM reality.

Nothing's ever goona be okay... have you ever ... will you...

With his breath coming short and hard he bounced up from the couch as if yanked by an unseen hand. Heart hammering in his throat, he squinted and tried to gain focus; the sun had moved far west to the front of the house, leaving the sunroom shady and chilled. It looked to be about eleven, and Booth was nowhere to be seen.

Coffee. He was making coffee and I was, what? he thought. Fuck, how could I lose five hours?Fully awake and thrust into the frantic speed of the oversleeper, Jack took the back stairs two at a time to get back to his room. His skin was tight with salt and he felt like shit, but he passed on a shower and grabbed jeans and a sweater from his bag, clean socks and the extra pair of shitkickers he liked to wear at the lab and dressed as quickly as he could ( ... )

former_ranger December 1 2006, 02:44:16 UTC

Booth had existed in a silent bubble for hours. Wandering from room to room, looking at each photograph, sifting through the contents of desks. He stopped in his room once as he passed it, pulled on a t-shirt. He stopped once in the kitchen to fill his cup and once again in the sunroom to check on Jack ( ... )

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