Bones Slash: Driving Part 2 Booth/Zack R
It's the second part of Driving. Booth is not a patient man.
Driving: Part 2
Zack seemed to have no trouble concentrating on his work once they got to the crime scene. All Booth could think about was Zack's cute, little, naked squint ass getting screwed into the dirt. No clean sheets, no niceties, no civilization, just a naked, pale-assed, little Squint writhing under him. What else was he supposed to think about while Zack was bending over to tweeze a sample of something from a blade of grass?
Zack must have finished because he was now bending down to pack the equipment. Booth craned his neck, watching. When Zack walked up to Booth where he waited by the car, Booth stepped back involuntarily. Zack announced he was done. Booth wasn't done though.
The sun was ruddy and low on the horizon, peeking through the trees. Booth drove fast. When they got to the spot where Booth had pulled over before, he swerved. The sudden maneuver made Zack lurch and grab hold of the dashboard. Zack swayed in his seat as they went over rough ground. A cloud of dust rose up behind them. The car stopped.
"You know that thing you wanted to reschedule?" Booth asked as he turned off the engine.
"Yes," Zack answered matter of factly. Booth leaned toward him. Their faces were close. Zack's eyes were wide.
"I'm rescheduling it," Booth told him in his I'm brooking no argument voice.
Once again, Booth was out of the car and on Zack's side, pulling him out and down to the ground. Zack looked almost comfortable down there.
"You are getting me dirty," Zack said. He wasn't protesting so much as making an observation.
"That's the idea." Booth was leaning over Zack, taking off his jacket. He threw the jacket on the hood of the car. He kneeled down between Zack's legs.
"This is exactly how I pictured it," Zack claimed as he gave Booth a frank and eager look.
"Is it?" Booth asked surprised. He paused in his mauling of Zack. Zack nodded. His pupils were huge, and his pants were bulging. Booth pulled them down then used them to pull his legs up.
"I brought lubricant," Zack said holding aloft a tube of it.
"You are kidding. Give me that." Booth grabbed the tube out of his hand. "You carry this around?"
"I like to be prepared. I've researched the practices and procedures..." Zack started to explain.
"Ok, you are taking all the sex out of the sex. Shut up."
"I don't think I can. I expect I'll have to make some noise," Zack told him.
"Noise is fine. Noise is good. Make all the noise you want. Just don't talk."
And Zack did make noise. Noise that Booth kept hearing even as he stood in the lab listening to Zack tell Bones all about bugs and weeds and pollen and particles. They were back at the Jeffersonian. Booth was a little disheveled. He had telltale dirt stains on his knees. Easily explained - he kneeled at the crime scene. But Zack was filthy.
A simple "I fell" took care of the questioning looks from everyone except Hodgins.
"What did you do to Zack?" Jack asked. The others were thankfully not within hearing.
"Nothing," Booth said as he fiddled with a bone in an evidence bag. Realizing what he was doing, he put it down. He couldn't help wiping his hand against his pant leg.
Jack narrowed his eyes. He looked almost proprietary about the issue of Zack. Booth tried to stay casual, and not defensive, or God forbid, jealous. Jack seemed to be using his Squint powers to figure out what a manly FBI agent might have done with Zack in an out of the way spot, under some trees. What if Zack had a tube of lubricant in his pocket, and Booth had a condom or two. The tires had dug deep furrows into the dirt from the car's sudden stop. The tracks were grooved distinctly next to Zack's head. The car made some ticking noises as it cooled. Other than that, all Booth could hear was Zack's breathing overlapping with his. Booth balanced himself on one arm as he used Zack's pants to keep his legs out of the way. He was poised there watching Zack shift closer to him. Booth could feel the muscles of his arm straining, his whole body straining toward Zack.
"How long do I have to wait?" Zack asked.
Booth yanked his mind back to the present. Fortunately, Hodgins was watching Zack not him. Unfortunately, Zack looked uncharacteristically pleased.
"He's smiling," Jack said in a viciously accusing way. Zack wasn't really smiling. Only a slight smirk would show up now and then when his eyes strayed toward Booth.
"I know only one reason for a guy to smile," Jack continued to air his suspicions.
"Wait a minute," Booth protested.
"You got him a hooker," Jack guessed.
Booth made sure not to sigh with relief.
"I am a federal agent, I did not get him a hooker." No, he did him one better. Booth gave Zack the briefest of looks. Zack caught it like it was a paper airplane. Booth was almost sure that he saw Zack shiver.
"You did something to make him happy, I won't stand for it," Jack said and walked off. As he played with his bugs, he eyed Booth and Zack like they were maggots that had eaten a particularly delicious corpse.
To be continued
Driving: Part 2
Zack seemed to have no trouble concentrating on his work once they got to the crime scene. All Booth could think about was Zack's cute, little, naked squint ass getting screwed into the dirt. No clean sheets, no niceties, no civilization, just a naked, pale-assed, little Squint writhing under him. What else was he supposed to think about while Zack was bending over to tweeze a sample of something from a blade of grass?
Zack must have finished because he was now bending down to pack the equipment. Booth craned his neck, watching. When Zack walked up to Booth where he waited by the car, Booth stepped back involuntarily. Zack announced he was done. Booth wasn't done though.
The sun was ruddy and low on the horizon, peeking through the trees. Booth drove fast. When they got to the spot where Booth had pulled over before, he swerved. The sudden maneuver made Zack lurch and grab hold of the dashboard. Zack swayed in his seat as they went over rough ground. A cloud of dust rose up behind them. The car stopped.
"You know that thing you wanted to reschedule?" Booth asked as he turned off the engine.
"Yes," Zack answered matter of factly. Booth leaned toward him. Their faces were close. Zack's eyes were wide.
"I'm rescheduling it," Booth told him in his I'm brooking no argument voice.
Once again, Booth was out of the car and on Zack's side, pulling him out and down to the ground. Zack looked almost comfortable down there.
"You are getting me dirty," Zack said. He wasn't protesting so much as making an observation.
"That's the idea." Booth was leaning over Zack, taking off his jacket. He threw the jacket on the hood of the car. He kneeled down between Zack's legs.
"This is exactly how I pictured it," Zack claimed as he gave Booth a frank and eager look.
"Is it?" Booth asked surprised. He paused in his mauling of Zack. Zack nodded. His pupils were huge, and his pants were bulging. Booth pulled them down then used them to pull his legs up.
"I brought lubricant," Zack said holding aloft a tube of it.
"You are kidding. Give me that." Booth grabbed the tube out of his hand. "You carry this around?"
"I like to be prepared. I've researched the practices and procedures..." Zack started to explain.
"Ok, you are taking all the sex out of the sex. Shut up."
"I don't think I can. I expect I'll have to make some noise," Zack told him.
"Noise is fine. Noise is good. Make all the noise you want. Just don't talk."
And Zack did make noise. Noise that Booth kept hearing even as he stood in the lab listening to Zack tell Bones all about bugs and weeds and pollen and particles. They were back at the Jeffersonian. Booth was a little disheveled. He had telltale dirt stains on his knees. Easily explained - he kneeled at the crime scene. But Zack was filthy.
A simple "I fell" took care of the questioning looks from everyone except Hodgins.
"What did you do to Zack?" Jack asked. The others were thankfully not within hearing.
"Nothing," Booth said as he fiddled with a bone in an evidence bag. Realizing what he was doing, he put it down. He couldn't help wiping his hand against his pant leg.
Jack narrowed his eyes. He looked almost proprietary about the issue of Zack. Booth tried to stay casual, and not defensive, or God forbid, jealous. Jack seemed to be using his Squint powers to figure out what a manly FBI agent might have done with Zack in an out of the way spot, under some trees. What if Zack had a tube of lubricant in his pocket, and Booth had a condom or two. The tires had dug deep furrows into the dirt from the car's sudden stop. The tracks were grooved distinctly next to Zack's head. The car made some ticking noises as it cooled. Other than that, all Booth could hear was Zack's breathing overlapping with his. Booth balanced himself on one arm as he used Zack's pants to keep his legs out of the way. He was poised there watching Zack shift closer to him. Booth could feel the muscles of his arm straining, his whole body straining toward Zack.
"How long do I have to wait?" Zack asked.
Booth yanked his mind back to the present. Fortunately, Hodgins was watching Zack not him. Unfortunately, Zack looked uncharacteristically pleased.
"He's smiling," Jack said in a viciously accusing way. Zack wasn't really smiling. Only a slight smirk would show up now and then when his eyes strayed toward Booth.
"I know only one reason for a guy to smile," Jack continued to air his suspicions.
"Wait a minute," Booth protested.
"You got him a hooker," Jack guessed.
Booth made sure not to sigh with relief.
"I am a federal agent, I did not get him a hooker." No, he did him one better. Booth gave Zack the briefest of looks. Zack caught it like it was a paper airplane. Booth was almost sure that he saw Zack shiver.
"You did something to make him happy, I won't stand for it," Jack said and walked off. As he played with his bugs, he eyed Booth and Zack like they were maggots that had eaten a particularly delicious corpse.
To be continued