Dressed in his usual suit and cocky belt buckle, Special Agent Seeley
Booth walked into the Police Department, Special Victims Unit. At the front
desk, he asked where he could find one Elliot Stabler.

Overhearing his name Stabler walked over to the man in a suit, he himself
wearing a blue collared shirt, matching tie and black slacks.

"Im Elliot Stabler, and you are?"

"Hello Detective," Booth shook his hand. "My name is Seeley Booth and I work for the FBI. I understand you're working a 'Lisa Bell' case?"

His brow furrowed Stabler begrudgingly nodded. Damn FBI suit was going to try and invade his turf.

"I am yes, but I dont see the need for outside assistance."

"Oh, it isn't assistance I'm offering," Booth clarified.

"Your case is connected to one of mine, making it officially a case of the FBI," Booth smirked.

"Oh...well great," an obviously displeased Stabler put on a fake grin as he scratched his head.

"Follow me back to my office then and we can get started." And get this done with, he thought as he led the agent to his office.

Booth walked in, taking off his jacket, revealing his white button up accompanied with his usual black tie. "Might as well get comfortable Detective. This paperwork is going to take a while."

Detective Stabler laughed as he loosened his tie and pulled out the case file. "Forgive me if I don't strip to my skivvies, but never on a first date," he said sarcastically.

Booth chuckled. "Never say never, Detective. Remember, you've never gone on a date with me."

Surprised his comment didn't make Booth uncomfortable, as it would with most men Stabler blushed as he gathered one more box off the floor.

As he bent an obvious briefline from his bikini showed. "So, where should we start?"

Booth brought out his briefcase. "Should we start with the briefs?" Booth asked referring to the legal documents.

:Yes," Elliot answered uncomfortably as he sat down.

"The victim was found naked under a bridge on the edge of Central Park, she reported a man had ripped off all her clothes and assaulted her. So how does this pertain to your own investigation?"

"We found a man's body dead in his apartment, practically naked with only a pair of boxers on. This man worked for our agency. While working on the case, we discovered he was seeing someone... we believe he was seeing your victim," Booth answered.

Intrigued Stabler dug through the files and came upon an photo of the two victims together, both smiling on a beach. "This your guy?"

Booth nodded, putting his finger to his lip. "Detective, I know how close you all get to your victims, but do you think she's capable of murder?"

"Ms. Bell? Not ordinarily, but the right motive, maybe. If the two had fought its entirely possible."

As he leaned up against his desk Stabler snickered to himself. "Im shocked he was found in boxers though, I mean hair slicked back, horn rimmed glasses, socks and sandles at the beach? I would have figured him a tighty whitie kind of nerdy guy all the way."

Booth pursed his lips. "Briefs don't make a guy nerdy," he defended, leaning back in his chair, exposing his crotch. Booth's zipper was down and he had no idea.

Stabler took a sip of coffee and nearly spit it out as he saw the blinding white fabric shining out. "I can see why you'd say that. But the, uh, barn door is open."

Booth turned red as he examined his fly. "Whoops," he brushed off as he zipped it back up. "Lucky I'm not in high school anymore, probably would have gotten a wedgie" he joked, trying to ease the embarrassing situation.

"Seriously, man?" The detective laughed, "What? After all these years does your mommy still buy your undies?" Suddenly having the FBI around wasn't so bad. "Can't say I ever got a wedgie before, but I bet you did!"

Booth turned red as he stood up. "First of all, my mom doesn't buy my underwear. Second of all, don't act like you're cool. I saw you bend over a second ago... you're wearing briefs too! Your pants are practically see through," Booth laughed.

Eyes wide and face flushed Stabler looked down to see that while his pants weren't transparent they were thin. "First of all tough guy," he said loudly as he jabbed his finger against Booths chest, "Im wearing bikini briefs. And second bikini briefs are a hell of a lot cooler not to mention sexier than some low quality white briefs!"

Booth laughed outrageously. "Bikini briefs?! Aren't those like panties?" Booth continued to laugh, embarrassing Stabler. Once he regained his composure, Booth stated, "And since when does the underwear itself decide what's cooler and sexier? Shouldn't it be about the man in the underwear?"

Red faced, Stabler was caught between embarrassment and anger. If he had kept laughed he was sure he would deck Booth. Calming himself he laughed, "In case you hadn't noticed Im pretty attractive guy, more than I can say about you with your beer gut and narrow ass."

"Oh really?" Booth asked. "How about we show each what we got?" He challenged, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt.

"You crazy?" Stabler asked in disbelief, until an idea hatched in his mind. Slowly he took off his shoes then unbuttoned his shirt.

Booth stripped off his shirt revealing his tight abs and pecs. Booth smiled as he said, "Yeah, not a beer gut."

Stabler revealed his hairy, but tight chest. "Yeah but even I can tell your ass looks like you back with a line going down it."

"Huh, I'll show you," Booth replied, taking off his Cocky belt buckle and undoing his slacks.

Stabler fumbled with his belt as well, but took his time as he looked at Booths admitantly good physique.

Stabler was surprised with Booths endowment and knowing he couldn't delay it dropped his slacks as well. Clad in just his socks and scant blue bikini briefs he smiled, proud of his own figure.

"Nice panties, those your wife's?" Booth made the first strike.

Stabler turned deep red, the hot head he was ready to pounce on the bastard. "Says the man in a diaper." He gave a small smack to his hind quarters and laughed, "at least I have the butt to fill them out."

Booth blushed as he looked as his briefs. "Okay, I may not have as big of an ass as you, but it's still a decent size," he turned around to show him.

Finally, Stabler thought gleefully as he lunged at Booths waistband and yanked his briefs up his back. "This feel familiar?!"

Booth gasped in pain. "What the hell is this Stabler?" Booth yelled.

"Don't tell me you're too thick to know you're on the receiving end of a monster wedgie Agent Booth." Enjoying himself far too much Stabler continued to yank the briefs up to his neck. "How's that feeling?"

Booth moaned in pain. "Ahhhh, FUCK, MY ASS!" Booth screamed in pure tried wiggling away but it was useless.

Stabler wrapped his fingers around Booths legholes and pulled like there was no tomorrow. He used one hand to cop a feel and spank the agents pained ass before he heard a rip and decided to let go. "Oh man," he said laughing so hard he propped himself up on his desk. "Im sorry but you left yourself open for that one." And to add insult to injury he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture.

Without fixing his wedgie, Booth attacked. He grabbed onto the blue skimpy undies and pulled as hard as he could. "Delete that picture, or I'll really fuck your ass up," Booth threatened completely in control.

"Ahh!" Stabler yelled, his hands quickly clutching his ass as he experienced his first ever wedgie.

"You're bluffing!"

Booth spanked the older man's bigger ass. "Don't test me, Detective. I am going to count to 3 and you better delete that picture... or else."

"1…"

"Or else what big man? Show me what you got!" Stabler said through gritted teeth.

"2..." Booth whispered as he pulling hard causing the material to stretch beyond his head and nearly loved being in control. It was even turning him on a little.

"Shit!" Stabler had not idea how painful a wedgie could be but he was much more shocked how it felt oddly good, rubbing against him. He fumbled for his phone and began playing with the picture before a message saying PICTURE DELETED.

Booth saw this and was somewhat disappointed, but he stuck with his word and let go of Stabler's undies. Booth looked down and realized he was hard.

Peeling his bikini out of his crack Stabler smiled to himself with the knowledge that he had email the pic to his personal computer before it was deleted. He turned around, his boner obvious too. "We should get dressed and back to work," he said. Hoping the two would forget what they saw.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

Hope you all enjoy. Ch. 1-3 have been completed.