Title: "The Hot Afternoon"
Author: Kristi
Feedback: If you really think it deserves it
Archive: Addicted To Doggett, my sites. Anywhere, just let me know!
Rating: PG-13, for hot and steamy John Doggett, and a word!
Website: https://www.angelfire.com/ks3/endroad/index.html
Category: A, B, and some C... LOL Never did get that whole category thing. :) But this is a Doggett centric fanfic.
Summary: Doggett decides to wash his truck on a very hot and steamy day...
Disclaimer: I do not own John Doggett. He unfortunately belongs to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions, and 20th Century FOX Broadcasting.
Date: July 29, 2002
Author's Note: I wrote this because I'm bored on my computer and didn't have anything else to do.

FADE IN:

It was an extremely hot and humid, and even steamy day, and John Doggett, wearing a wonderful white T-shirt and jeans, decided it would be a good day to wash his truck. He got a bucket of water, put some soapy stuff in it and grabbed a sponge.

The sun was high above. Doggett could feel the sun's rays hitting him hard... he was getting hotter by the moment. Sweat was pouring down his face. He decided that before he would start to wash his truck, he would have to take his T-shirt off. So he did. And somehow, it got even hotter... and I'm not talkin' about the weather. ;)

Doggett went around to the side of his house and got the hose, turned the water on. He didn't realize that the hose was pointing up at him. He found himself drenched, but still lookin' damn fine. He was glad he soaked him self (and so were we), for he was still feeling the sun's heat all around.

He went over to his truck and hosed it down. After that, he got his sponge and started to put soap on his truck. He bends over to wash the hub-caps of his truck... but he suddenly realized that he had ripped his nice jeans.

"Oh shit!" Doggett exclaimed.

He quickly ran inside his house and up the stairs, skipping steps as he goes up, and into his bed room. He quickly took off his pants, knowing that if he let the soap on his truck sit too long in the sun, he wouldnˇ¦t be able to clean his car well. So, he took off his pants, and realized that he didn't have any clean jeans around. He decided it would be better to just wear his boxers.

Running out of his room, wearing his boxers, sweating from the heat, he ran to the front door. He went outside to finish washing his truck. As he did this, he started to notice all of his neighbors looking at him oddly. He was a little embarrassed to be washing his truck wearing nothing but his boxers and his shoes.

Unbeknownst to Doggett, but beknownst to us, one of Doggett's woman neighbors sent her vicious dog over to see Doggett. The dog, a bull dog, ran up to the unsuspecting Doggett and started to rip his boxers!

"Hey!" shouted Doggett. "Stop that!"

The bull dog didn't listen to Doggett and continued to bite at his boxers. The woman neighbor got out a camcorder and started to tape the incident that was happening to Doggett. What a wonderful tape this must be!

The dog had won the fight and got Doggett's boxers. Now, John Doggett stood in the middle of his driveway wearing nothing but his shoes. He was even more embarrassed, and the woman neighbor didn't seem to mind. She quickly put her camcorder away and ran up to Doggett with his boxers.

"I'm so sorry my dog did that to you, John." the woman neighbor said. It was hard for her not to look away from this man's gorgeous body. The sweat on his bare chest, his arms, and his unmentionables took her very breath away. She couldn't help but smile.

She handed him his boxers. Doggett took them, seeming a little on edge that this had happened... again.

"Thank you." He simply said and put what was left of his boxers back on.

A simple hot day of washing the truck had once again turned into a strip show for his neighbors because of this woman's bull dog.

Hopefully it won't happen next time... Doggett thought to himself.

THE END.