Authors Note: This story contains graphic sexual content with explicit language as well as explicit sexual language. If this is not something you are legally allowed to read in your country or state, I urge you to find something more appropriate to read. If strong sexual content is something that discomforts you, I also strongly urge you to either leave the M section; or simply find something more suitable. Thank you, I hope you enjoy. This will be posted in multiple parts, since I am having trouble posting the whole story at once.
The room mirrored that of a waiting room, except the sterile aspects. An otherwise comfy lounge chair was covered with a plastic sheath, a table with neatly stacked magazines sat next to it, and a TV mounted on the wall with a shelf of DVD's set underneath it. There was a sink with soap and hand sanitizer, nitrile gloves, for what Booth only assumed was for anyone who had to come clean up the room. There was a small cubby to place personal items like a wallet and cell phones and keys. He got the vibe that they really wanted the donor to feel as at home as humanly possible. But the realization that this was still a clinic and the intentions of his actions, were still over bearing regardless of the fancy paintings on the wall, the hot coffee aroma in the air and the personal favorite brand of magazines and movies.
Continuing to look around the room, pacing nervously and repeatedly smoothing his tie, Booth tried to will himself to just sit down and enjoy himself. His heart felt as if it was trying to break it's way through his sternum, and his head was beginning to split with a headache of anxiety. Then the TV flicked on and Stewie was there enticing him to make himself at home and trying to convince him that it was nothing special or anything to be afraid of. Before he knew it, the nurse that escorted him to this room was knocking and asking him if everything was all right in her gentle friendly tone. He couldn't help but call back to her that things were fine. But everything was far from fine. He was no close to being hard than he was when he walked through the front doors and signed in; and now there was a cartoon hallucination telling him how this worked and that he shouldn't be nervous. Yeah, things are not fine.
He tried splashing cold water on his face, loosening his tie then his belt. He tried leaning against the cool, dull painted wall and closing his eyes. He recited a prayer for strength to just will himself through this. Except all that came to him were Bones' words about how she wanted him to father her child. She was clinical so impersonal. This is supposed to happen naturally. With love and passion and heated kisses. She was a perfectly healthy female, attractive and brainy. A little awkward socially, but nonetheless appealing. She could have any man she wanted. Hell, all she'd have to say is 'Booth lets make a baby.' Although, I guess that's somewhere along what she had said. Except, she didn't want to have sex with me. She wanted it this way. Clinical and rational and safe from any emotional ties.
His heartbeat no closer to slowing down and his watch stating he had 30 minutes left to his appointment; he finally made his way to the plastic sheathed chair and sat down. The crinkling of the plastic made him shift uncomfortably and the satisfaction of getting comfortable was nowhere to be found. He glanced at the magazines on the table noticing they were all recent, from this year to be exact. He picked up the middle one at random and flipped through it. All of the girls were thin, posed in a cliché way against hot rods, motor cycles, or next to pools. Nothing in a bedroom or living area, or a house in general. He noticed the falseness of their breasts, the discoloring of their spray tanned skin and the unrealistic smoothness of their intimate areas. Even in the more provocative poses that he came across towards the middle of the magazine offered little to no stimulation for him. Setting the magazine back in the spot he pulled it from, he released a sigh through his lips, puffing his cheeks out. He forced himself to his feet and moved towards the shelves with the DVD's and skimmed through some of the titles. Finally settling on one that was supposed to mirror reality TV; he inserted it into the player and pressed play.
Sitting back down, he casually flipped his buckle open and gently eased his zipper down. He didn't bother sliding the pressed dress slacks down to his ankles like he normally would at home; instead he just pulled himself from the slit in his boxers and the gap that his open zipper left. He was flaccid beyond belief; even his fingers offered no stimulation. He tried caressing and squeezing his testicles as the half naked woman with naturally large breasts attempted to seduce her colleague. The smooth skin of his shaft began to tighten as he watched her slide her manicured hands up her partners' chest. She backed him up against the counter, kissing his jaw then his neck, undoing his tie and the few buttons of his shirt. Just when Booth felt himself begin to harden, he noticed a red buckle and a tie that looked oddly familiar. No way. Impossible. This guy can't possibly have the same tie and belt buckle as me. It's one of a kind! He took a steadying breath and observed the man; something he normally wouldn't do. No, normally he'd be propped against his shower wall; eyes closed thinking about—Nope. This isn't normal. Focus on the end goal. Giving her what she wants. A baby. Your baby. She deserves it. Let's do this. I can do this.
Turning his attention back to the screen, the young woman was crouched down resting on the backs of her heels staring up at the man with a seductive gaze. Her hands were smoothing the front of his slacks, biting her lip-gloss stained lip with anticipation as the imprint of the male's erection began to form. He tried to listen to her dialect, honing in on the sound of her sensual voice as it convinced and urged her partner on. His eyes drifted closed for half a second as he grazed his thumb over his swelling tip, but his whole body tensed when his phone vibrated against his thigh. God damnit, don't they know I'm at a doctor appointment?! Frustrated he reached into his pocket and tapped the home button of his iPhone, gulping when he saw her name. With a shaky thumb he typed his passcode in and opened her SMS.
How did the appointment go? You should be done by now, correct?
Even in text she was precise and to the point. Nope. Still here.
His hand was still gripping his shaft, eyes occasionally flicking over to the TV screen. He began squeezing himself as he watched the young woman stroke and lavish the mans' length. It wasn't common for Booth to watch hand job or blowjob porn; but he didn't feel like getting up and fast-forwarding it to the sex so he sat there and watched her lips wrap around the guys shaft. A feeling of male pride flushed him as he noticed the actors' length was similar to his, his girth matching that of his own. The woman had gasped and was gagging slightly as she pleasured the male actor. She hadn't pulled his slacks down his thighs either, simply just pulled him through the gap of his zipper. She was working him slowly and Booth could swear she started out as a brunette and was now auburn brown. He furrowed his brow and concentrated slightly harder, his fist pumping more earnestly. But just when he thought the actress spoke his name, his phone buzzed again.
Are you having trouble? I thought the clinic had sufficient stimulation available…
He rolled his eyes and groaned along the time the male actor did. He typed back quickly, they do. I'm just nervous. This is weird for me.
Before he could set his phone down again, she had responded. The timing was necessary for he swore the male actor had cursed the name 'Bones' and the female had questioned him saying 'Yes Booth?' He did his best to brush it off, opening the newest message from his partner.
I don't understand why. Masturbation is normal and very common among all cultures.
It just is Bones. It just is.
You just need to relax. Think of something else. I'm sure you have many fantasies. If what they have available isn't sufficient enough for you, use your own.
Fantasies, sure he had plenty. For when he was at home, in his shower with hot water beating down on his chest. But he wasn't at home, he was in a clinic with a TV playing a porno that he had no desire to watch, and was soon beginning to think his arousal was just from the hallucinated similarities between him and the actors. Which unnerved him more so than he already was. As he examined Bones' text one more time, he wondered if her suggestion of exploring his own stimulations would help ease his tension.
Sure Bones. Thanks. Was all he graced her with before locking his phone and placing it back down. He rose to his feet; chuckling at the sight he must be and shut the TV off. Returning to the chair, he scooted his hips down to a more comfortable position, leaning his head back against the headrest and slipped his eyes shut. He pictured his shower, the steam billowing throughout the bathroom, his bare back pressed up against the slightly cooler tiles of the wall. The stream beating against his chest massaging the tense pectoral muscles, his fingers massaging the line of his hip that guided to his thickening cock. A soft groan escaped his lips as he thought of himself kneading his testicles with his left hand and carefully squeezing his shaft in between tight strokes. He pictured the fantasy that he normally used when he was in the shower and let it play ruthlessly; his hand beginning slow strokes along his thickening shaft.
He could hear her fumbling in his bedroom as she eased herself awake. He knew she was stretching her nimble limbs, her skin pulling tight over the muscles as they strained. He heard her soft feet pad into the bathroom, felt the cool air hit his back as she eased the curtain back, a sigh leaving his nose. His arms outstretched on the wall in front of him, his back flexed as the water glided over it. Her gentle hands kneading the tense flesh, playing with the knots and easing them out of each muscle. He groaned and straightened out turning to face her. She was gloriously naked, her pale skin a wonderful contrast against his tanned hide. He rested calloused hand at her hips, his morning erection still alive and pressing into her stomach as he pulled her flush against him. 'Good morning.' He groaned, thumbing her hips. 'Good morning yourself.' She stated and gently rubbed against him eliciting a deep throaty growl. She kissed his chest feather light, her elegant fingers tracing his length with such a tenderness that he shivered. His hands grasped her cheeks and brought her lips to his, their tongues dancing together, teeth nipping plump lips. He felt the nails of her left hand dig into his chest muscle while her right hand squeezed him more firmly. His head fell back, 'God…Bones…That feels so…so good.' His hips were carefully pumping in her hand, his hands fondling her luscious breasts, thumbs skirting over her pebbled nipples, a soft whimper escaping her lips. He leaned down and gently suckled one pert nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled and flicked the hard nub, his teeth ever so gently grazing, teasing. He smiled as she squeezed him harder as a warning.
'Anxious Bones?' He looked up at her, his mouth still kissing and searing her pale flesh. Her glazed eyes barely made contact with his as his left hand pinched and pulled her nipple a little harder testing the boundaries. 'No..Ohhh Yes. I mean yes…Fuck Booth.' He carefully stepped her back against the shower wall, his mouth laving at her skin, thumbnails skirting over tight nipple, hips pumping his erection in her tight grip. She raised her right leg and rubbed his leaking member against her heat; sliding him between her slick folds until his plump tip was pressing against her entrance. 'Please…please fuck me…' Her hooked leg pulled him closer; her left arm squeezed his shoulders pulling him all the more closer. The contact of her nipples brushing against his chest eliciting a delirious moan from the both of them. 'Unnngggghhh anything for you Bones.' Reaching behind her, hands palming her ass tightly, he hoisted her up onto his waist encouraging her to wrap around him. 'Ready Bones?' All she did was nod and moan her response as his tip slowly eased into her. Her short nails raked over his scalp, down his neck and shoulders to his chest where she pinched his erect nipples. He jerked forward in response, a smile flitting to his lips as he moaned. 'Fuck that feels better every time.' Holding her hips and taking a steady rhythm he graced her with loud groans in reward each time she pinched the dark buds of his chest…
The groan that rumbled up his chest and out of his throat had him feeling as if he was some kind of animal. With the sterile cup in his left hand angled to fit over the head of his cock, and right hand returning to grip his length from its position on his left nipple, he graciously donated his fluid. A thin film of sweat was formed on his torso, his brow furrowed with ecstasy, and his legs shaking. He screwed the cap onto the cup before placing it on the small table beside him; the hand towels at the sink cleaned his chest and face before his fingers and palm before being disposed. He washed his hands, splashed some cool water on his neck and cheeks before slipping his fading erection back into his slacks and re-buttoning his dress shirt, and securing his tie back to his neck. He took a look in the mirror and observed his features. Flushed cheeks, still a thin sheet of sweat forming on his brow, his chest heaving as he began the process of calming his breathing. Normally I get further in that fantasy than that. But damn what an orgasm!
He rolled his shoulders back, tilting his head from side to side as the tension escaped his taut muscles. Grasping the cup he walked out to the front counter and handed over his sample with a gracious smile. The kind nurse gave him a wink and thanked him with a smile before dismissing him with instructions to expect a call in a few days with his results. A brief wave and he was exiting the clinic climbing into his SUV. Checking himself once more in his rear view mirror he noticed his cheeks were still flushed and he wondered just how long the evidence of his activities would last. The shrill ring of his phone pulled him from his reverie and he brought it to his ear with a firm "Booth."
"Booth! Why has it taken you so long to get back to me? We have some evidence that really needs your attention. I hope you still aren't at the clinic?" Her voice was so firm and nothing like what he had fantasized just twenty minutes ago.
With a sigh, he responded, "Sorry Bones. I'm on my way now. Should be there in ten."
"Okay. Ho—How did things go?" he smiled at her awkward tone and wondered if she was fidgeting in her office chair.
"It went fine Bones. See you soon." It was prompt, but the disconnect of the call was even more so.
He spent nearly an hour with the squints going over new forensic evidence and nodding along with their large scientific official words before turning to Bones for a shorter and simpler explanation. Taking all the necessary files, he made his way back to the Hoover; silently hoping Sweets would be there. When he arrived, he greeted Hacker, placed his files on his desk and nearly burned carpet on his way to Sweets' office. He didn't bother knocking, didn't acknowledge the discomfort as the young doctor dismissed his current client and scheduled a new appointment later in the week.
"Agent Booth. You know, it's customary for people to knock before they enter an office or any room for that matter. I'm sure the secretary told you I was busy?"
The taller male simply shrugged and faced out the window, "I uh…Yeah she could have. But I didn't really hear her or listen for that matter."
"Well, in that case. What brings you so urgently to see me?"
"I just…Look it's normal to—I mean you know I had did the whole…Thing for Bones right?"
The young man nodded shrugging, "Yes. You were supposed to go to the clinic this afternoon. Did you go?"
"I just said that didn't I?" Booth furrowed his brow turning to Sweets.
"Yes, I suppose you did. So what does that have to do with why you're here now?"
"Well I uh…I just was wondering if it's you know, normalto be…Nervous."
"Sure. In a new environment engaging in something that's personal can be very unnerving and—"
"Okay that's enough I got it."
"All right…well surely you didn't come down here and interrupt my session just to tell me you were nervous to masturbate. So why are you reallyhere Booth?"
He watched the typical alpha male fidget and go back and forth between looking out the tall window and looking at the floor. When he noticed a large puff of air exit through his nostrils he sat on the couch and listened intently.
"I saw some things…and I thought of things that maybe…I don't know Sweets. That isn't normal?"
"Such as?"
"Such as the you know, porn wasn't even arousing until I…" He looked around the room and lowered his voice. "I could swear the actor had my buckle…and they were saying…" More avoidance of eye contact and even lower voice, "They called each other 'Booth and Bones'. That can't be normal can it? I mean that was just me hallucinating right?"
"I don't know Booth. Very well could have been. Did you continue to watch it?"
"No! I mean, no. I shut it off because it wasn't…you know." He gestured to his groin before continuing. "I indulged in my own…Collection if you will."
Sweets, still somewhat confused rubbed his forehead and let out a sigh. "Booth I'm still not understanding why you're here. What does it matter that you were nervous? You're a private guy who thinks sexual activities should be done between two people who have a connection and in the privacy of the shared home. Is that what you wanted? An explanation for your nerves?"
He observed Booth's reaction carefully, looking for any sign that there was something more, but he found nothing. "No, no that's not why I'm here. Look I uh, I have never really um…Look Sweets' I don't know how to put this but this all stays between us right? You can't tell anyone?"
"That's correct Booth."
"I thought of Bones and me. You know…and I um…I pride myself I mean I can really…you know let it all go…and what not."
"You climaxed quickly is what you're saying." He watched the alpha male lean back shocked.
"Yeah. When you put it that way it sounds pretty bad."
"There's nothing wrong with it. You were nervous and you're attracted to Dr. Brennan who is very beautiful. I don't see an issue with your experience Booth. You don't have anything to worry about."
"But I do!" Booth rose to his feet, chest puffing out, and his anxiety making an appearance on his facial features. "This is Bones were talking about here! My partner! I can't…I shouldn't be thinking about her like that!" He paced around the small office squeezing the stress ball fervently.
"So you feel ashamed?"
"What? No! I don't feel ashamed I just…I don't know. Confused I guess."
"What's there to be confused about Booth? You had a sexual fantasy about a gorgeous woman. One that you happen to see often and enjoy being around. Everything you experienced is perfectly normal. Does Dr. Brennan know that you thought of her in this manner?"
"Of course not Sweets. I would never tell her. She'd never speak to me again. Probably think I'm some kind of creep."
"I doubt that Agent Booth. Brennan is very clinical, she'd likely give you the same response that I just did, and maybe even a little flattery. I don't think you should be this stressed about this. In fact I think it should be quite the eye opener for you."
"What do you mean? What are you saying Sweets?" Booth approached him, closing the distance between them.
"I'm saying that maybe this is an opportunity for you to analyze your true feelings for Dr. Brennan. Maybe this instance proved that you are sexually aroused by Dr. Brennan and maybe…just maybe you need to explorer that thought a little further."
"I think you need to rethink that thought Sweets."
His broad frame seemed to grow broader and he loomed over the young doctor. "Agent Booth. Take my advice and explorer. It won't hurt I promise. And judging by your experience thi—"
"Stop! Just stop! Damn Sweets! I'm not, I will never tell Bones about this. And I most definitely won't be exploring any of it. Thanks anyway." The acid leaked from the agents' lips before he turned on his heel and exited the office. Explorer sex with Bones. Yeah, right. She'd bust my lip and break my arm before I could get the word out.