FIC: Don't Speak
Name: Don't Speak
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Bones
Pairing/Characters: Booth/Zack or Seeley/Zack or Boothe/Addy - whichever!!
Summary: Set in the middle of 205 “The Truth is in the Lye” immediately after Booth tells Zach to stop talking directly to him. Booth and Zack have a 'discussion. (Disregards the Booth/Rebecca relationship in the episode.)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Note: I like Booth/Zack and Brennan/Angela, does that make me bad???
The office door flew open and Booth stormed in, sitting down in Bones' seat angrily. They'd had this discussion but had the squint listened? No. When Zack showed his face next Booth was going to...
The door opened and Zack shuffled in adorably. Booth softened. “Zack...” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, elbow leant on his desk. “Haven't we had this discussion?”
“Are you experiencing the phenomenon known commonly as déjà vu?” Zack enquired.
Booth stood up, knocking the chair flying and walked around to the other side of the desk. “I mean the discussion about us not talking.”
“Ohh, that discussion,” Zack said. “I see... Yes we did. I chose to ignore it.”
Booth squinted at his squint. “What?”
“I decided after working with you for so long I could talk to you directly without arousing suspicion,” Zack stated.
“It’s not suspicion I’m worried about arousing,” Booth deadpanned.
Zack looked confused.
“Oh never mind.” Booth walked towards him until they were a foot away from each other and peered down at him. “Do not do it again,” he commanded.
“I won’t,” Zack said.
“What do you say?” Booth pressed.
“Sorry!” Zack squeaked.
Booth put his hands on Zack's shoulders. “And what do you say to dinner tonight? My place?”
Zack nodded madly. “I'd like that.”
Booth cupped Zack's cheek with his right hand, carding his left through his fringe and ruffling his hair, fondly. Zack leaned into it, his eyes falling closed, his lips parting. Booth didn't know why but Zack could undo him with that alone.
He leant in and kissed him, gently, his lips brushing Zack's. Zack wrapped his arms around Booth, fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck, driving him crazy. The kiss deepened, lips parting, the two of them grabbing at each other's clothes.
Booth pulled back. “The others?”
“Preoccupied. Doctor Brennan won’t be back in here for at least an hour and seventeen minutes,” Zack replied, little dazed from the kiss.
“Good!” Both grabbed him, kissing him roughly and running his hands through his hair repeatedly. Zack groaned in his throat.
“Seeley...” he moaned.
Booth spun him around, bending him over the desk and nipping his shoulder through his shirt. “Don’t call me Seeley and don’t talk.”
Zack nodded as Booth's hands travelled down his body, finding his pants and pulling them down. The cold air hit his arse and he gasped.
Booth unbuttoned his own trousers and hissed in Zack's ear, “Tell me you were a boy scout.” Zack pulled a tube of lube and a condom from his pocket and passed them to Booth, who grinned, putting on the condom and spreading the lube on his hands, slicking his cock before slipping a lubricated finger into his young lover.
Zack was still loose from that morning, so Booth pulled his finger out, lined himself up and thrust into him. Zack cried out, gripping the desk as he was pushed forward.
Booth grunted and stopped moving to let Zack adjust for a moment. Zack had other ideas, however, clenching his muscles around Booth and moving backwards. Booth moaned as he sank, balls deep into him, throwing the lube onto Brennan's desk to have both hands free.
As he began to move he encircled Zack's cock with one hand from behind, pumping it out of sync with his thrusts until Zack was crying out with every movement, fingernails digging into Brennan's desk as he came hard.
Booth continued to pound into him and Zack met his thrusts backwards until Booth lost all rhythm and shouted, the sound muffled by his mouth against Zack's shoulder, teeth digging into his clothed skin.
They both slumped, panting, as Booth withdrew, buttoning his pants as Zack pulled his own up.
Booth kissed him hard. “Tonight,” he said, as he pulled back, before going to leave the office. Zach stopped him with a shaky hand on his arm.
“D-doctor Saroyan said you were back with your ex,” he stammered.
Booth caught his hand, walking up to him and carding his other hand through his hair, gently. “I’m not,” he swore. “Bones jumped to conclusions when she heard us on the phone.” He kissed Zack on the forehead. “Would I do that to you?”
Zack shook his head.
“Righteo. My place; tonight.” Booth left the room.
Zack bent down and picked up the condom wrapper and lube tube. He looked at the white stain on Brennan's desk, bit his lip and ran off to find cleaning solution.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Bones
Pairing/Characters: Booth/Zack or Seeley/Zack or Boothe/Addy - whichever!!
Summary: Set in the middle of 205 “The Truth is in the Lye” immediately after Booth tells Zach to stop talking directly to him. Booth and Zack have a 'discussion. (Disregards the Booth/Rebecca relationship in the episode.)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Note: I like Booth/Zack and Brennan/Angela, does that make me bad???
The office door flew open and Booth stormed in, sitting down in Bones' seat angrily. They'd had this discussion but had the squint listened? No. When Zack showed his face next Booth was going to...
The door opened and Zack shuffled in adorably. Booth softened. “Zack...” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, elbow leant on his desk. “Haven't we had this discussion?”
“Are you experiencing the phenomenon known commonly as déjà vu?” Zack enquired.
Booth stood up, knocking the chair flying and walked around to the other side of the desk. “I mean the discussion about us not talking.”
“Ohh, that discussion,” Zack said. “I see... Yes we did. I chose to ignore it.”
Booth squinted at his squint. “What?”
“I decided after working with you for so long I could talk to you directly without arousing suspicion,” Zack stated.
“It’s not suspicion I’m worried about arousing,” Booth deadpanned.
Zack looked confused.
“Oh never mind.” Booth walked towards him until they were a foot away from each other and peered down at him. “Do not do it again,” he commanded.
“I won’t,” Zack said.
“What do you say?” Booth pressed.
“Sorry!” Zack squeaked.
Booth put his hands on Zack's shoulders. “And what do you say to dinner tonight? My place?”
Zack nodded madly. “I'd like that.”
Booth cupped Zack's cheek with his right hand, carding his left through his fringe and ruffling his hair, fondly. Zack leaned into it, his eyes falling closed, his lips parting. Booth didn't know why but Zack could undo him with that alone.
He leant in and kissed him, gently, his lips brushing Zack's. Zack wrapped his arms around Booth, fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck, driving him crazy. The kiss deepened, lips parting, the two of them grabbing at each other's clothes.
Booth pulled back. “The others?”
“Preoccupied. Doctor Brennan won’t be back in here for at least an hour and seventeen minutes,” Zack replied, little dazed from the kiss.
“Good!” Both grabbed him, kissing him roughly and running his hands through his hair repeatedly. Zack groaned in his throat.
“Seeley...” he moaned.
Booth spun him around, bending him over the desk and nipping his shoulder through his shirt. “Don’t call me Seeley and don’t talk.”
Zack nodded as Booth's hands travelled down his body, finding his pants and pulling them down. The cold air hit his arse and he gasped.
Booth unbuttoned his own trousers and hissed in Zack's ear, “Tell me you were a boy scout.” Zack pulled a tube of lube and a condom from his pocket and passed them to Booth, who grinned, putting on the condom and spreading the lube on his hands, slicking his cock before slipping a lubricated finger into his young lover.
Zack was still loose from that morning, so Booth pulled his finger out, lined himself up and thrust into him. Zack cried out, gripping the desk as he was pushed forward.
Booth grunted and stopped moving to let Zack adjust for a moment. Zack had other ideas, however, clenching his muscles around Booth and moving backwards. Booth moaned as he sank, balls deep into him, throwing the lube onto Brennan's desk to have both hands free.
As he began to move he encircled Zack's cock with one hand from behind, pumping it out of sync with his thrusts until Zack was crying out with every movement, fingernails digging into Brennan's desk as he came hard.
Booth continued to pound into him and Zack met his thrusts backwards until Booth lost all rhythm and shouted, the sound muffled by his mouth against Zack's shoulder, teeth digging into his clothed skin.
They both slumped, panting, as Booth withdrew, buttoning his pants as Zack pulled his own up.
Booth kissed him hard. “Tonight,” he said, as he pulled back, before going to leave the office. Zach stopped him with a shaky hand on his arm.
“D-doctor Saroyan said you were back with your ex,” he stammered.
Booth caught his hand, walking up to him and carding his other hand through his hair, gently. “I’m not,” he swore. “Bones jumped to conclusions when she heard us on the phone.” He kissed Zack on the forehead. “Would I do that to you?”
Zack shook his head.
“Righteo. My place; tonight.” Booth left the room.
Zack bent down and picked up the condom wrapper and lube tube. He looked at the white stain on Brennan's desk, bit his lip and ran off to find cleaning solution.