Expanding Horizons: Rainy Day Experiments
Rainy Day Experiments
Pairings: Zack Addy / Jack Hodgins (Bones)
Series: Expanding Horizons
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What can two lab partners do to pass a rainy day? Experiment, of course!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, but if I did, as you may already know, Zack would still be on the show and getting it on with Hodgins on a lab table as Angela and Daisy get run over by a bus.
Warning: This contains slash! You guys should know by now that if you don’t like it, you shouldn’t be reading this or complaining to me about it.
Author’s Note: The first part in the “Expanding Horizons” series, told in Hodgins’ point of view. This takes place sometime in the first season, most likely in the fall. Think about this as a “coming out” point for both Zack and Hodgins, as well as a starting point for their relationship together. On another note, why do I always tend to have them make love soon after they reveal their feelings for each other? If you fine readers have any suggestions on story ideas, please send me a note. Thank you!
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For Joho, who puts up with all my House M.D. and Bones rants (and I know she loves to talk about it with me too); For John, who lets me take his hat whenever I feel like it; For the Evan, my psychologist of sorts; For Gnome, who we miss while he’s away at college; For Scott, just because I can; And, last but not least, for Murphy (asylummuffin), the single most awesome person I have ever met.
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“Those who find ugly meanings in
beautiful things are corrupt without
being charming. This is a fault.”
- Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray
***
He still didn’t pick up.
Zack always answers his phone when I call, especially when the call involves the results of an experiment we set up only hours go.
Did he get home okay?
I should’ve driven him home instead of just giving him bus fare. Damn Goodman made me stay late again to look at some particulates. Once I said good night to Brennan (Booth was sick, Goodman went to talk to someone in the Egypt department, and Angela left hours before to have a booty call with some guy named Jeff or John or James or something of that nature), I jumped in my car and sped off into the night as the rain stopped again.
Was he alright?
Of course he was. I guess I just worry about him because I have feelings for him. True, Mr. Next Big Forensic Anthropologist doesn’t know it , but he probably wouldn’t have realized I like him even if it was written across my forehead in Sharpie. I guess I’ll just have to deal with it though.
Turning onto my driveway, I sighed with relief when I saw the lights in the apartment over my garage were on. After taking my keys out of the ignition, I ran up the steps to Zack’s front door and banged loudly. The sky above me was filling with dark storm clouds and I silently prayed he would answer his door before it began to pour again. Through the door, I heard the mumble of “Coming… Hold on…” before the lock clicked open.
What stood in front of me left me breathless.
Zack was in the doorway, soaking wet, his hair clinging to his forehead while he clutched the towel slung low on his tiny waist.
“Oh, hi Hodgins. Sorry it took me so long to answer the door. I just got out of the shower.”
I felt my cock twitch slightly at the thought of him glistening under the stream of hot water once he was finished soaping up.
“Uh… It’s fine.”
“I don’t mean to sound rude, but is there a specific reason why you’re here?”
I nodded. “I called a few times and you didn’t pick up. I guess you were in the shower…”
Somewhere in the depths of the apartment, I could hear that song “Boom Boom Boom Boom” blasting. Is that a weird song for a guy to listen to? My thoughts were cut short as a rain drop fell into my eye.
“Oh my, it’s going to pour again… Why don’t come inside so you won’t get wet?”
“Thank you…”
Taking my hand (which caused me to blush hotly), he led me into the den and got me a large mug of coffee.
“If you’ll excuse me a minute, I just need to slip into a robe… Make yourself at home Hodgins.”
Sitting on the tan couch, I looked around the room. There was a neat bookshelf filled up with thick books, the wall had a signed Star Wars poster (original print Episode IV cast, which was a very rare collector’s item), and the tables and shelves were covered in framed photos of him with his family back home in Michigan. I even found the photo booth picture we took together when I took him out to see D.C. for the first time before Zack came back into the room wearing a soft-looking red robe and sat next to me.
“I just listened to the messages you left me. I’m glad to hear that the results of our experiment led to the murder weapon.”
“Yeah…”
He frowned. “Is something…troubling you, Hodgins?”
It’s obvious he can’t tell I’m heart broken because all he cares about is work. “It’s nothing. Maybe I should get going…” I got up to leave when he suddenly grabbed my hand.
“Don’t go.”
“What?”
He turned a little red. “I mean, it’s really raining out and all… I didn’t mean for it to sound like a sexual invitation… After all, you’re straight, and I respect that and everything-” I interrupted him with a chuckle, which caused him to ask “Did I do something wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable?”
I chuckled again. “Well, you’re not so straight yourself, you know.”
Confused, he asked “You’re not heterosexual? But you’re always with women…” He frowned at the though of me with a chick, I guess.
I smiled. “What, so that means I can’t be bisexual?”
“Oh wow…” His blush deepened.
“I like you, Zack. It should’ve be obvious. I mean, I’ve flirted with you for months…” A crash of thunder rang out as I moved closer to him.
“I like you too, Hodgins.”
“It’s Jack. Please call me Jack.”
A look of thought covered his face as he quietly said “What do we do?”
“Well…we could experiment…” I nipped softly at his lower lip before kissing him lightly.
Things changed pace very fast.
The next thing I knew was throwing his robe (which was extremely soft, as I thought) onto the floor hastily, along with my hoodie and t-shirt, in the urgent need for skin-on-skin contact. Pressing the flat of my tongue to one of his nipples elicited a groan from his mouth that went straight to my cock.
“Wait…” he moaned. I guess the look of disappointment showed on my face because he then added “Not here. Come on.”
He took off down the hallway with me beside him, gripping his hand as he left wet footprints on the solid oak flooring. Once we arrived in his bedroom, Zack pushed me down onto the bed and started to tug at the remaining articles of clothing I was wearing.
“Are you okay with this? I mean, we can stop-”
“Don’t even think about it. Would we ever stop an experiment?”
“No. Lift your hips please.” When I did, he slid both my jeans and boxers off and we got straight back into it.
His skin was slick with both water and sweat, rubbing, grinding against me, causing him to cry out in ecstasy as I bit back a low moan. My hands were gripping his ass, forcing our hardened shafts to slide together and create a shockwave of pleasure to shoot through us both.
“Jack!” he cried out, voice cracking in my ear like the snap of thunder outside. Zack began to thrust faster, attempting to move fast enough to push himself over the edge while I moved against him in response. My name escaped his lips once more and he dug his fingernails into my shoulders as come shot out of him onto my chest. He collapsed onto me, his breathing finally slowing.
“You okay Zacky?” I asked, rubbing his back to help calm him.
He nodded. “I want you to take me Jack…” Looking at me with those big, brown eyes of his, he whispered “I trust you. Please take me… Make love to me…”
This wasn’t Assistant Addy who worked at the lab with me. He was showing a whole new side of him, a Zack who was willing to have gay sex with his best friend and co-worker. Assistant Addy would never allow this, but then again, he was nowhere to be found. I wanted this new Zack to be mine alone, to not have to share him with Naomi or Angela or anyone else, for that matter. He wasn’t uptight or proper or a genius when he was like this. Honestly, I could get used to it.
Fumbling through the drawers of his nightstand, he pulled out a tube of lube and handed it to me. We kissed and I rolled us so he was under me now, looking debauched, hair everywhere and lips red.
“Do you think we should have a safety word? Just in case?” He looked a little nervous, but I could tell he wasn’t going to back down.
“Do you want one?
Zack thought for a minute. “Orange?”
“Fine. Just breathe, okay?”
He smiled nervously as I got him ready, sliding my finger in easily while he writhed underneath me. Once I stretched him enough, a breathy “Please…” escaped his lips. I slicked myself up and asked “Are you sure about this Zack?”
Lightning flashed outside through the thin, blue curtains.
“I’m sure. Just please… I need you inside me so badly…”
Nodding, I searched his amber eyes while the head of my cock disappeared into him, causing him to shout. He clutched the headboard white-knuckled as I slid it on home, hearing him let out a cry that could’ve made me crash over the edge right then and there. I groaned and took a moment to compose myself. When I finally trusted myself enough not to come, I went almost all the way out before slamming into him. The friction was causing Zack to moan louder than the clamor of thunder outside, his cock trapped between our sweat-slicked chests as his back began to arch again.
“Come on Jack! Oh… Harder!”
Pounding into him even harder and faster, he squeezed his eyes shut and cried out, pulsing between us as I teetered on the brink of a major orgasm. One, two, three more thrusts and bam, it was all over. Zack threw his arms around me and pulled me close, crushing our lips together roughly before I could even pull out of him.
“Oh my God… That was…amazing…”
I smiled. “You weren’t bad yourself.”
After a while, we got up and showered together, washing each other clean under the warm water. Once we finished toweling off, we went back to Zack’s bed and fell asleep, holding each other like we were the only people left on this earth…
***
The alarm clock should’ve woken me up, as well as the phone. The loud knocking could’ve easily jolted me out of my slumber, but it didn’t. It was the yell of “Oh my God, put on some pants!” that I awoke to.
Booth was in the doorway to Zack’s room as I quickly pulled the sheets over our lower halves, watching him stare in shock. Zack was still out, obviously, because he was a very heavy sleeper.
“How did you get in?!”
“Bones had an extra key. We’ve been trying to reach you two all morning…” Booth explained, back turned toward me.
“What happened?”
“We caught the murderer. It was his wife.”
“Makes sense.” I pulled on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.
“Did you two…?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah, I had sex with Zack. Is that a problem?”
“No, it’s just I owe Goodman five bucks now…”
“Great. How about I see you back at the lab in a hour?”
“Okay…?” Booth left running and I nudged Zack awake.
He yawned as he opened his eyes sleepily. “Morning Jack…”
After he kissed my cheek, he got dressed and went to go make breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee and a slice of toast before sitting.
“About last night…” Zack started. I feared the worst.
“Yeah?”
“It doesn’t feel right for us to just leave it as a one-night stand, don’t you think?”
“What are you saying?”
He turned to me and swallowed hard. “Would you…please be my boyfriend?”
I almost spit out my coffee. “Yes! Of course I will Zack!”
Smiling, he kissed me, took my hand, and we headed off to the car to start the first day of our life together.