He's staring down at his toes and rubbing the back of his head. Bent forward like that, I can no longer tell if the tightness in his slacks has lessened. Certainly my own excitement had not yet abated. I know that my face is still flushed and I can still feel the moisture in my underwear. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my shirt tight across my chest before looking at him.
Where he had been so at ease earlier, his entire body was now on edge. He had scooted up to the edge of the couch and was resting with his elbows on his knees and his head in one hand. I could see his masseter muscle working as he held his eyes on a spot across the room. Hesitantly, I reached out to put one hand on his back, letting it settle against his nearer shoulder blade, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.
"Go grab some coffee," I told him. "I'm going to go change into a new shirt."
I went to rise, fully intending to go back to my bedroom, find a new shirt and return with a bit of composure. I was already thinking that I would need to fix a new cup of tea because the first one was certainly cold by now when his voice fixed me to my seat.
"No."
I turned to look at his face, still drawn down in tension. My heart raced as I asked, "No?"
"No."
He pulled his lips between his teeth in a near scowl as one of his arms came around me to slide one finger down my spine before wrapping his forearm around my back and grasping my hip with his hand. I pulled gently against his hold and teased, "Booth, someone ripped my shirt open, I need—"
My words were cut off by his other arm, which came across my lap to take an anchoring hold on my thigh. With one swift motion, he had spun me sideways with my legs lying on top of his. Then that second hand slide up from my thigh, over my hand and my arm until it crested at the back of my neck. It wasn't until that hand began to slowly pull me in closer that I realized that I had been hold in my breath. In a few seconds, he'd brought me within inches of his face, which had somehow lost all signs of tension, having melted into a gentle smile.
"I like that shirt on you, Bones," he teased, leaning in to kiss the tip of my nose. He didn't pull back, instead he leaned in further, letting his lips brush across my cheek until they were a breath away from my ear. I could feel heat suffuse my neck and cheeks as I felt him inhaling the scent that he had found there. I let my head fall back slightly as he began to nip and kiss at my neck and jaw, working his way around to my chin and finally to my lips.
Last time, I had tried to remain detached from his touch. I had kept my mind focused on the idea of fulfilling my family's wishes. But even then, with all that relied on that moment, I hadn't been able to avoid the rush of sensation that his touch set in motion. Now there was no pressure. Nothing was really hanging on this kiss. But suddenly, it seemed incredibly important that he feel what he had ignited in me, setting my hand into motion, bringing it to his belt to unfasten it. Before I knew what was happening, I had his pants open and I was delving my fingers into the slit in his boxers to find the source of all the heat that was radiating between us.
Without lifting his lips from mine, he groaned, his tongue arching against the roof of my mouth. I freed his cock from his underwear and firmly held the base and stroked upward to roll my thumb gently over the damp tip. Pulling out of the kiss, I looked him in the eyes as I stroked him again in the same pattern. I saw his mouth open to speak and I put my finger across his lips to silence him.
I locked eyes with him and began to stroke faster, my hand tracing down the side of his face, then along his jaw. His hips bucked up into my hips and he let out a long growl that sounded like my name. Swiveling my hips, I managed to get my legs off of his and down underneath of me to kneel between his legs. With a little encouragement, he lifted his hips and let me pull down his slacks and underwear before I resumed my task.
Without losing his gaze, I slide the head of his cock into my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue. I brought my other hand down across his chest, over his stomach, and down until I could take his balls in my hands. I took his cock deeper in my mouth, rolling my tongue along the underside to stroke the length of him. Using my hand, I continue to stroke rest of his length. I watched him attempt to mutter something to me, but nothing coherent was able to escape his lips as I sucked his cock with long slow strokes of my lips.
He chest is rising and falling so fast and I can hear his breath rasping in his throat. I feel his hands on my shoulders and shiver in excitement as I hear him manage to stammer, "I-- I'm gonna… oh… Boones…" A wave of heat hit me and pushed to suck him faster, scraping my teeth lightly over the surface of his cock as it slid in and out of my mouth.
The hands on my shoulders were trying to stop me, but I had no intention. This was about him. About making me feel the passion I had learned to express. More than biology. Tonight was about just this one act. And when my hand took one of his and brought it to my face to nuzzle against it as I sucked, a moan wrenched from him as he came hot and hard in my mouth. I swallowed around him, feeling his cum burning down my throat.
"OH, god. Bones." He gasping, stroking my hair. Leaning down, he kissed my face as I rose and he pulled me in close. I returned his kiss, gently pulling him up from the couch. Once standing, he pulled back, looking at me strangely.
I glanced at the door to my bedroom, then back at him and he smiled and let me lead him there. Once inside, I went to my dresser and pulled off my shirt, letting it drop in the hamper. Reaching into the top drawer, I pulled out a tank top to wear to bed. I could hear him behind me, pulling his pants off the rest of the way and pushing them to the corner. I pulled on the tank top and turned around to find him stark naked in front of me, staring at my now fully dressed figure. He glanced around him quickly, hunting out the clothes he had just discarded.
"Bones, I— I thought… I wanted to… touch you." He paused, eyes scanning my body. "Why…?"
"I love you, Booth." The words came from my mouth before I realized that they had formed.
He froze, no longer hunting down his clothes. "You wha—"
"I love you," I repeated. "And tonight, that, out on the couch, that was for you. I want to make sure you understand that I'm not doing this to… satisfy my own sexual needs."
"But I want to touch you…" he replied, nearly on the verge of tears, "To show you my love for you."
"Every relationship I've ever had began with relieving mutual sexual urges. The guy would always become emotionally invested in the relationship and I… I wasn't ready. I want to try… Try to be heart before brain. Or biology as it is in this case.
His bottom lip is quivering as I take his hand and we lie down together on the bed, face to face on our sides. I wipe the near tears from his eyes and press my lips to his forehead and feel his breathing slow as I stroke his hair. Soon I feel my eyes begin to droop and I'm drifting off to sleep, warm and safe in his arms.