Driving Part 3 Bones Slash (strong R) Zack/Booth
Booth thinks the ride is over. But a roadside quickie wasn't enough for Zack.
Driving Part 3
At the end of the day Booth drove himself home feeling a little buzzed. He kept hearing Zack's sex noises mingled with the noise of the engine and the sound of wheels against the road. He even turned off the radio as he did when the car sounded funny. This thing with Zack was... There was no thing with Zack. It was just a bump in the road. Something to drive away from with no looking back. Maybe one look back. OK, that's enough. Booth turned the radio back on, turned it up loud.
When Booth got home, there was a shadow by his front door. Zack was waiting for him, looking patient and squinty. With hands clasped in front of him, he might have been waiting for the bus. Zack pushed himself away from the wall when he saw Booth. Booth stared at him for a minute. He dug his fingers into his eyelids. That didn't make Zack disappear.
"No," Booth mumbled under his breath. Then louder as he got closer, "No!" like he was speaking to a puppy getting ready to mess up the carpet. Of course all the puppy did was look up with the big, stubborn, uncomprehending puppy eyes.
"I have some follow up questions," Zack said and made it sound like he was stopping his sex ed professor after class. Booth walked by him and leaned his forehead against the door.
"No," Booth said again and raised a warning finger at Zack. Zack smiled. There must have been something in Booth's "no" that lacked resolve. Maybe it was the key that was already in the door.
As he unlocked the door, Booth looked around wondering how long Zack had been there and who had seen him. Zach watched the key turn in the lock with his mouth partly open. He cleared his throat. Maybe he wanted to say something but didn't. He just breathed. Booth put his hand on Zack's back, pushed him through the doorway.
"This is a squint free zone," Booth announced as Zack stopped just inside and blinked a few times as the light came on. He looked around. Booth stood behind him. His eyes fell on the back of Zack's neck. The light glowing off that little bit of skin reminding Booth that there was a lot more where that came from. Just as Booth reached for him, Zack walked off. Booth grunted.
"Don't make yourself at home. Don't drop by any time. Are you getting this?" Booth asked as Zack wandered until he found the bedroom. Booth followed him in there taking off his tie along the way. Zack was staring at the bed.
"But since you are here," Booth conceded. He rubbed his temples. What the hell. "A one time deal - we are clear on that right?" Zack nodded absently, in a completely non-binding way, his eyes never leaving the bed. Booth wandered what he was imagining.
"You are like a dog with a bone," Booth said as he hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt.
Zack turned around, cocked his head to the side.
"That works on a number of levels," Zack noted. He watched Booth's shirt opening up. When the shirt came off, Zack's eyes ran over the exposed skin.
"Yes it does," Booth agreed as he kicked off his shoes.
"Bones referring to actual..." Zack was talking to Booth's chest.
"Yes, yes." While Booth pulled off his socks, Zack was still prattling.
"And bone as sexual slang..."
"Yes. Shut up. Why are you so calm?" Booth asked. Zack was positively serene, almost spacey. Booth was keyed up. He couldn't wait to get it started, get it over with, forget about it, and hope Zack forgot about it too. As with all bad ideas, it was best not to over-think it - jump right in, then hope the guy with no filter between his giant brain and his mouth keeps his yap shut about the whole thing. Great plan.
"I'm not calm," Zack said. To prove it, he took two of Booth's fingers and placed them on his carotid artery.
"Fast," Booth said. He felt Zack's pulse beat against his fingers. He watched Zack's mouth. He listened to him breathe. Zack took Booth's fingers to his mouth, tasted them. Booth put his face against the side of Zack's neck and smelled him.
"What else do you have to show me?" Booth asked in a low, irresistible voice that hummed against Zack's skin.
Zack shivered and stepped back. He started the show and tell by taking off his watch and setting it on the bedside table, then unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt. The innocent, amateur striptease was making Booth grin. It looked like Zack was about to put on a pair of stripey pajamas and tuck himself into bed.
Booth decided to take over stripping him down before Winnie the Pooh made an appearance. Booth grabbed hold of Zack's shirt and popped the buttons.
"I should wear a t-shirt next time," Zack said as he watched the buttons hit the floor and roll under the bed.
"There won't be a next time," Booth said looking down Zack's body to the zipper pushed out. Zack opened his mouth. Booth grazed the skin of his chest with the tips of his fingers, teased him into biting his lower lip. Squirming, Zack snatched his hands. He looked up into Booth's eyes. Booth grabbed his ass roughly, bringing him closer. His groin reacted to the contact. Zack's look was an open invitation for anything. The next time was something to worry about later. Booth went in for a kiss. At first, Zack didn't move. He seemed to be concentrating. After due deliberation, he started to move his mouth over Booth's, slowly, like he was tasting something new, slippery, soft, but not snails, something good. He reached up his hands to Booth's face. From there, he let his hands sort of drop down Booth's body. Then he pulled them back up.
"You're not feeling up my bones, are you?" Booth asked, breaking off the kiss. Zack didn't look happy about that.
"No. Right now, I'm interested in the flesh," he said impatiently.
"Good."
They were back to it. Booth worked his way from Zack's mouth to his ear and down to his neck. There was a groan of disappointment when Booth's mouth left Zack's, but Booth's mouth couldn't be everywhere at the same time. The voice inside Booth head saying, "Bad idea, bad idea," got fainter. Zack inquisitive hands worked their way to Booth's crotch, but only briefly. Soon he was busy with Booth's belt. Zack had to look down to get it off. He was hardly done when Booth pushed him down on the bed. Watching him lying there, Booth let his pants drop. Zack looked at the result and smiled up at Booth. Booth climbed on top of him.
"I've made a list," Zack said.
"What?" Booth asked looking at Zack's face and wondering with what weird squint thing Zack was going to distract him from the stupid, career endangering sex.
Zack produced the list from his pants' pocket. It was mostly sexual positions. One was crossed off. The list wasn't very extensive or imaginative.
Booth crumpled it and lobbed it over the side of the bed.
"I don't do instruction manuals," Booth told him. Booth's tone made Zack's eyes shine. He looked like he might say something. Booth gave him an aggressive kiss just in case. Zack's hands slid over Booth's back, down to the backs of his thighs, and up again. His fingers kneaded Booth's ass, wrapped around the back of his neck, tangled in Booth's hair, then down again not knowing where to stop. His legs kicked out, rubbed against Booth's.
"Hold still," Booth said. Zack stopped. Booth smiled. The obedience was nice. At the risk of getting Zack's limbs going again, Booth dived in for another kiss. He was kissing Zack while trying to undo his fly at the same time. Having trouble, Booth had to stop one of those things. He stopped kissing Zack since getting his pants off was not negotiable. They were both panting.
"What the hell am I doing?" Booth asked as Zack raised his hips to help him out. Zack wore a look of eager innocence and complete cooperation which made Booth feel guilty. The look changed to consternation as Booth lay on his side next to Booth. Freed up, Zack kicked off his shoes so he could kick off his pants.
"You are undressing me, and you are doing it wrong. Shoes have to be removed before pants," Zack informed him in that irritated, lecturing tone.
"Shoes aren't a priority. And don't answer me." Booth was in no mood for any technical descriptions of his present, ill-advised activities.
Since Booth was still paused, Zack looked peeved. Booth searched for that guilt feeling, but it was almost gone with Zack's pants. Totally gone with his underwear. Zack smiled as Booth got what he needed from his nightstand. Zack hoisted up his legs. Booth got ready then positioned himself over Zack like he was doing a pushup. Zack squirmed at the lack of contact. He looked like he was going to talk again.
"OK. You aren't allowed to talk till you learn how to talk dirty," Booth reminded him as he lined them up. Zack closed his eyes and nodded. They were in complete agreement. Zack had on that look of concentration again. Booth went in with a grunt. He watched Zack's face twist. Zack's legs dropped. He was shaking, limp - except for one important part of him. Booth gave him a minute. Zack didn't need it. Zack moved, hooked his legs behind Booth. The unexpected shift in his position made Booth crazy. He pumped hard, looking at Zack, making sure he could take it. He watched Zack's mouth curl with pleasure, his teeth dig into the bright red flesh of his lower lip, sweat beads form on his skin. As he worked his hips, Zack watched Booth's face with a serious, absorbed look. He hardly blinked. Booth returned the look. Then he couldn't look away. Something hard and unyielding connected them, wouldn't let them go.
"Damn!" Booth said. Then he upgraded it to "Fuck!"
"Zack," he called out.
"Yes."
"Shh. I wasn't talking to you."
It was unbearable, like unending pain or searing pleasure - Booth's brain was confusing the two. Zack moaned his agreement. His eyes were desperate for something. He was struggling against Booth, groaning but not letting go. Then the hard, unyielding connection melted between them. Booth's head fell onto Zack's shoulder. In his left ear he heard Zack laugh in relief, felt the slight tremor of it run through him. Booth mouth formed a lazy kiss against the salty skin. His tongue sneaked between his lips to taste it.
Their hands moved in slow motion, explored hot, slick skin while they came down. Zack's slow hands were memorizing his body. With Zack wrapped around him, Booth started to doze. But Zack's mouth wouldn't let him rest - trying something new, moving lower and lower.
"This is both crazy and stupid," thoughts like that came to Booth and words like that came out of him from time to time as he exhausted himself in Zack. Then the thoughts were gone, lost in the heavy feeling of sleep that only lasted till he remembered he had Zack in his bed for the absolutely first and last time, ever. He couldn't stop. It was the back of Zack's head, the skin of his back glowing with sweat, the feel of his hip bones where he braced against him. Even with Zack's face buried in a pillow, Booth could see his eyes locked on his, not letting him go.
to be continued
Driving Part 3
At the end of the day Booth drove himself home feeling a little buzzed. He kept hearing Zack's sex noises mingled with the noise of the engine and the sound of wheels against the road. He even turned off the radio as he did when the car sounded funny. This thing with Zack was... There was no thing with Zack. It was just a bump in the road. Something to drive away from with no looking back. Maybe one look back. OK, that's enough. Booth turned the radio back on, turned it up loud.
When Booth got home, there was a shadow by his front door. Zack was waiting for him, looking patient and squinty. With hands clasped in front of him, he might have been waiting for the bus. Zack pushed himself away from the wall when he saw Booth. Booth stared at him for a minute. He dug his fingers into his eyelids. That didn't make Zack disappear.
"No," Booth mumbled under his breath. Then louder as he got closer, "No!" like he was speaking to a puppy getting ready to mess up the carpet. Of course all the puppy did was look up with the big, stubborn, uncomprehending puppy eyes.
"I have some follow up questions," Zack said and made it sound like he was stopping his sex ed professor after class. Booth walked by him and leaned his forehead against the door.
"No," Booth said again and raised a warning finger at Zack. Zack smiled. There must have been something in Booth's "no" that lacked resolve. Maybe it was the key that was already in the door.
As he unlocked the door, Booth looked around wondering how long Zack had been there and who had seen him. Zach watched the key turn in the lock with his mouth partly open. He cleared his throat. Maybe he wanted to say something but didn't. He just breathed. Booth put his hand on Zack's back, pushed him through the doorway.
"This is a squint free zone," Booth announced as Zack stopped just inside and blinked a few times as the light came on. He looked around. Booth stood behind him. His eyes fell on the back of Zack's neck. The light glowing off that little bit of skin reminding Booth that there was a lot more where that came from. Just as Booth reached for him, Zack walked off. Booth grunted.
"Don't make yourself at home. Don't drop by any time. Are you getting this?" Booth asked as Zack wandered until he found the bedroom. Booth followed him in there taking off his tie along the way. Zack was staring at the bed.
"But since you are here," Booth conceded. He rubbed his temples. What the hell. "A one time deal - we are clear on that right?" Zack nodded absently, in a completely non-binding way, his eyes never leaving the bed. Booth wandered what he was imagining.
"You are like a dog with a bone," Booth said as he hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt.
Zack turned around, cocked his head to the side.
"That works on a number of levels," Zack noted. He watched Booth's shirt opening up. When the shirt came off, Zack's eyes ran over the exposed skin.
"Yes it does," Booth agreed as he kicked off his shoes.
"Bones referring to actual..." Zack was talking to Booth's chest.
"Yes, yes." While Booth pulled off his socks, Zack was still prattling.
"And bone as sexual slang..."
"Yes. Shut up. Why are you so calm?" Booth asked. Zack was positively serene, almost spacey. Booth was keyed up. He couldn't wait to get it started, get it over with, forget about it, and hope Zack forgot about it too. As with all bad ideas, it was best not to over-think it - jump right in, then hope the guy with no filter between his giant brain and his mouth keeps his yap shut about the whole thing. Great plan.
"I'm not calm," Zack said. To prove it, he took two of Booth's fingers and placed them on his carotid artery.
"Fast," Booth said. He felt Zack's pulse beat against his fingers. He watched Zack's mouth. He listened to him breathe. Zack took Booth's fingers to his mouth, tasted them. Booth put his face against the side of Zack's neck and smelled him.
"What else do you have to show me?" Booth asked in a low, irresistible voice that hummed against Zack's skin.
Zack shivered and stepped back. He started the show and tell by taking off his watch and setting it on the bedside table, then unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt. The innocent, amateur striptease was making Booth grin. It looked like Zack was about to put on a pair of stripey pajamas and tuck himself into bed.
Booth decided to take over stripping him down before Winnie the Pooh made an appearance. Booth grabbed hold of Zack's shirt and popped the buttons.
"I should wear a t-shirt next time," Zack said as he watched the buttons hit the floor and roll under the bed.
"There won't be a next time," Booth said looking down Zack's body to the zipper pushed out. Zack opened his mouth. Booth grazed the skin of his chest with the tips of his fingers, teased him into biting his lower lip. Squirming, Zack snatched his hands. He looked up into Booth's eyes. Booth grabbed his ass roughly, bringing him closer. His groin reacted to the contact. Zack's look was an open invitation for anything. The next time was something to worry about later. Booth went in for a kiss. At first, Zack didn't move. He seemed to be concentrating. After due deliberation, he started to move his mouth over Booth's, slowly, like he was tasting something new, slippery, soft, but not snails, something good. He reached up his hands to Booth's face. From there, he let his hands sort of drop down Booth's body. Then he pulled them back up.
"You're not feeling up my bones, are you?" Booth asked, breaking off the kiss. Zack didn't look happy about that.
"No. Right now, I'm interested in the flesh," he said impatiently.
"Good."
They were back to it. Booth worked his way from Zack's mouth to his ear and down to his neck. There was a groan of disappointment when Booth's mouth left Zack's, but Booth's mouth couldn't be everywhere at the same time. The voice inside Booth head saying, "Bad idea, bad idea," got fainter. Zack inquisitive hands worked their way to Booth's crotch, but only briefly. Soon he was busy with Booth's belt. Zack had to look down to get it off. He was hardly done when Booth pushed him down on the bed. Watching him lying there, Booth let his pants drop. Zack looked at the result and smiled up at Booth. Booth climbed on top of him.
"I've made a list," Zack said.
"What?" Booth asked looking at Zack's face and wondering with what weird squint thing Zack was going to distract him from the stupid, career endangering sex.
Zack produced the list from his pants' pocket. It was mostly sexual positions. One was crossed off. The list wasn't very extensive or imaginative.
Booth crumpled it and lobbed it over the side of the bed.
"I don't do instruction manuals," Booth told him. Booth's tone made Zack's eyes shine. He looked like he might say something. Booth gave him an aggressive kiss just in case. Zack's hands slid over Booth's back, down to the backs of his thighs, and up again. His fingers kneaded Booth's ass, wrapped around the back of his neck, tangled in Booth's hair, then down again not knowing where to stop. His legs kicked out, rubbed against Booth's.
"Hold still," Booth said. Zack stopped. Booth smiled. The obedience was nice. At the risk of getting Zack's limbs going again, Booth dived in for another kiss. He was kissing Zack while trying to undo his fly at the same time. Having trouble, Booth had to stop one of those things. He stopped kissing Zack since getting his pants off was not negotiable. They were both panting.
"What the hell am I doing?" Booth asked as Zack raised his hips to help him out. Zack wore a look of eager innocence and complete cooperation which made Booth feel guilty. The look changed to consternation as Booth lay on his side next to Booth. Freed up, Zack kicked off his shoes so he could kick off his pants.
"You are undressing me, and you are doing it wrong. Shoes have to be removed before pants," Zack informed him in that irritated, lecturing tone.
"Shoes aren't a priority. And don't answer me." Booth was in no mood for any technical descriptions of his present, ill-advised activities.
Since Booth was still paused, Zack looked peeved. Booth searched for that guilt feeling, but it was almost gone with Zack's pants. Totally gone with his underwear. Zack smiled as Booth got what he needed from his nightstand. Zack hoisted up his legs. Booth got ready then positioned himself over Zack like he was doing a pushup. Zack squirmed at the lack of contact. He looked like he was going to talk again.
"OK. You aren't allowed to talk till you learn how to talk dirty," Booth reminded him as he lined them up. Zack closed his eyes and nodded. They were in complete agreement. Zack had on that look of concentration again. Booth went in with a grunt. He watched Zack's face twist. Zack's legs dropped. He was shaking, limp - except for one important part of him. Booth gave him a minute. Zack didn't need it. Zack moved, hooked his legs behind Booth. The unexpected shift in his position made Booth crazy. He pumped hard, looking at Zack, making sure he could take it. He watched Zack's mouth curl with pleasure, his teeth dig into the bright red flesh of his lower lip, sweat beads form on his skin. As he worked his hips, Zack watched Booth's face with a serious, absorbed look. He hardly blinked. Booth returned the look. Then he couldn't look away. Something hard and unyielding connected them, wouldn't let them go.
"Damn!" Booth said. Then he upgraded it to "Fuck!"
"Zack," he called out.
"Yes."
"Shh. I wasn't talking to you."
It was unbearable, like unending pain or searing pleasure - Booth's brain was confusing the two. Zack moaned his agreement. His eyes were desperate for something. He was struggling against Booth, groaning but not letting go. Then the hard, unyielding connection melted between them. Booth's head fell onto Zack's shoulder. In his left ear he heard Zack laugh in relief, felt the slight tremor of it run through him. Booth mouth formed a lazy kiss against the salty skin. His tongue sneaked between his lips to taste it.
Their hands moved in slow motion, explored hot, slick skin while they came down. Zack's slow hands were memorizing his body. With Zack wrapped around him, Booth started to doze. But Zack's mouth wouldn't let him rest - trying something new, moving lower and lower.
"This is both crazy and stupid," thoughts like that came to Booth and words like that came out of him from time to time as he exhausted himself in Zack. Then the thoughts were gone, lost in the heavy feeling of sleep that only lasted till he remembered he had Zack in his bed for the absolutely first and last time, ever. He couldn't stop. It was the back of Zack's head, the skin of his back glowing with sweat, the feel of his hip bones where he braced against him. Even with Zack's face buried in a pillow, Booth could see his eyes locked on his, not letting him go.
to be continued