Snow (sweptawaybayou) wrote,
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Now That We're Here ~ Booth/Hodgins

Now That We're Here

by Snow

Seeley Booth/Jack Hodgins (Bones)
NC/17
300 words for lostakasha
Because she asked for what would happen after Family Values.

Now that we're here,
It's so far away
All the struggle we thought was in vain
All the mistakes,
One life contained
They all finally start to go away
Now that we're here its so far away
And I feel like I can face the day
I can forgive and I’m not ashamed to be the person that I am today.





He didn’t know why he let her get to him. Why he let her have all the control, over him, over their son. Over weekends, birthdays, holidays. He knew that she liked to hear him beg and he’d gotten used to the sound of it in his voice when he spoke to her.

‘One trip to a judge and you’d have it all in writing.’

Yeah. He knew it. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He shouldn’t have to.

Or maybe it was simply that he liked to hear that sound in his voice.

~~

Kicked on his ass. Naked in the middle of Hodgin’s living room. Disbelief as the other man walked away from him in the dark.

Walked. Away.

Headed up the stairs without a glance. A few mumbled words that stung and bit and Booth was up off the floor. His long legs took him to the stairs and he reached. Touched. Caught. Grabbed. Pulled Jack down, into his arms. Chest to back, hips to ass, hand to cock.

Booth’s lips on Jack’s neck, just under the carefully shaved line of his beard. His tongue licked a wet, warm trail up to the lobe and he gently sank his teeth into the soft bit of flesh he caught. His dick was hard and slick and he ached to be back inside of that burning heat. That pulsing, clenching alive and real and here.

He kept one hand on Jack’s cock and the other slid to turn Jack’s face to his. He felt the cut of those blue eyes as clearly as if they were in the well-lit lab, fully dressed and Booth had suggested something that went against Jack’s belief in government conspiracies or Santa Claus.

“This isn’t what I’ve chosen. It’s chosen me.”


*smooches*

;)
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