Disclaimer:*clears throat*Once again I do not and will not in any time soon be owning these characters or show….I wish….

Warning: guy on guy sexual content don't like it don't read it! And if you're one of those people that are dead set on BonesXBooth then either don't read or open your mind to new things*wink wink* but enough about excepting boy on boy love into your life that can be for another time, any who enjoy!

Tongues tangling with each other, sweat starting to roll down Sweets's neck, and temperatures rising: all the things made Booth go crazy. He fought off Sweets's fists, constricting them over his head with one hand, keeping his other hand pinching and tweaking the young doctor's perked nipples.

Finally letting the withering doctor breath Booth started at his slender neck, biting the crook of where his shoulder began. Biting kisses became apparent on Sweets's fair skin, making sure his territory was marked. His hand snaked down to Sweets's pants, fondling Sweets's already hard member.

"Seeley!", Sweets gasped as his crotch was rubbed and groped through his pants. Small twinges of pleasure ran down his back then soon his voice was emanating moans. He hated being teased like this, from anyone, and the way the ex sniper did it drove him crazy. With each new touch his hips bucked in reply, obviously his body was more desperate than he was.

Booth wanted more. He wanted Lance to say his name as many times as he could. The cop could feel his hard on begging to be put to use along with Sweets's. Finally he unbuttoned and unzipped the younger doctor's pants diving his hand down the waist band of his briefs. Sweets's back arched as Booth took hold of his hard penis, whimpers and gasps coming from Lance. 'he's so sensitive….' Booth marveled while he thin lips onto the quivering doctor's. making the him slowly calm down.

Their kiss was soft and reassuring, something Sweets desperately needed at the moment, but only to be interrupted by Booth's hand running up and down Sweets's still hard member. The doctor caved in, his body won and he began to kiss back, soon enough tongues were tangled again as he shifted in his leather car seat uncomfortably as Booth picked up the pace. Hitched breath broke their kisses, but the Booth found Lance's neck a bit more fun to play with then his mouth. The soft moans and whines that emanated from Sweets's mouth was all too perfect. Shaking hands clutched onto Sweets's toned arms for support as Sweets's cringes almost made him double over.

A Cheshire grin cut it's way onto Seeley's lips once he felt Lance's hot breaths landing on his ear, persuading himself to go faster 'Let's see how far we can take this….'

-Outside of the Car-

Doing his daily rounds at the Jeffersonian parking lot was Ted Aberline, a normal kid high school drop out who had no other option but to join. He had heard of the bet the other guards were holding, but he stayed on the side lines silently watching the bets fly every which way, only to find that the bet he plaid for five dollars towards Booth not going through with it. He made his way to toward the Blue Lexus, he heard some people giggling and chatting about a couple in the Lexus getting fresh in the parking lot.

It was his duty to make sure there wasn't any fraternizing during work hours with the employees or anyone else-well it wasn't his duty especially, but it was one of them, and to be honest it was the most popular duty- The Newborn guard squinted his eyes to see who it was in the Lexus, he only saw their silhouettes so instead of yelling stop he curiously stepped to see Booth and Sweets's playing tonsil hockey in the driver's seat. A soft red glowed on his face as he watched the two go at it for a good ten minutes until he ran out to tell his guard buddies the bet was on, IT WAS ON!

-Back to the Lexus-

During that ten minutes Sweets's had already finished, his now quivering body felt pulsation after pulsation and prickling, tingling, numbness, it all mashed together. He could feel tears brimming onto his eyelids-if it wasn't bad enough that he was the girl in this whole thing he was about to cry as well- but that soon ended as a warm calloused thumb wiped his tear away then placed another soft kiss. This seemed to eventually calm him down, though in reality it made him go crazy.

Shaking arms wrapped around the nape of Booth's strong neck. Heartache appeared into Booth, he really liked the young doctor, not just physically. The small frame of his body, the winding locks that would someday brush against Booth's jaw as they held each other-one day- his dry comforting humor that never seemed to impress anyone, let alone Temperance: all these things were what drove him to this.

His hand made it's way to Sweets's jaw line, it was small and slender-like the rest of him- but all together it showed that he was a man, as weak and inexperienced as he seemed he was a man none the less, but that never stopped him from pursuing him. Booth wanted Sweets's body, he wanted to feel their skin creating friction, or have his hands glide up and down the young doctor's back without him cringing in fear, but instead pleasure. But these small gentle kisses were the closest he could have to the real Sweets.

The longer the kiss lasted the sweeter Lance would kiss back, his full red lips kept mashing together with Booth's seemingly thin lips-compared to his- after the long kiss was broken a strand of saliva was the only thing that connected them. Small quick puffs of breath and the occasional soft moan was the only thing heard until Booth's pager gave out a loud 'BZZZZZ-ing sound which made both of them men jump in surprise.

The frustrated Booth unhooked it from his pocket and peered at the message, "…", he gave the small device and evil stare, "I have to go", he said after a long awkward silence. Twinges of relief and confusion ran through Sweets, which, in Booth's eyes, made him look even more vulnerable and accessible then before.

"…..Stop looking at me like that….', Booth demanded, looking away . It was Bones who paged him, about some type of piece of evidence they found, but WHY? At a time like THIS! When he has surrendered to him? 'TOTAL COCK BLOCK', he thought to himself but then brushed it away getting out of the car but before leaving he tilted Lance's chin up, leaned in…..and…..wait for it….., "You cave in way to quickly", then let go walking away with his victorious smirk, hearing the angry groans of the embarrassed doctor just made it widen.

'I'LL KILL THAT GUY!', thought the embarrassed psychologist.

-Next Day-

Three coffee cups took up the small mahogany table in-between Lance Sweets who was sitting on a black leather couch nodding at what his client was saying, and Dr. Brennan and the ever-so-famous Booth, who was more often than not shoot glares at the nodding youth, which would make Sweets a bit anxious and irritated, the memory of yesterday's incident still rattling his brain.

FLASHBACK:

'What the hell had Booth done? What did he mean I caved too quickly?', Thoughts kept running through his mind as he opened the glove department in a panic looking for napkins to clean up the mess Booth made. Leather coated in blotches of white liquid was staining the seats of his car. The fact that he actually came from the touch of another person, besides a female of course, made scrub harder in frustration, it somewhat proved Angela's theory that he was a meek little kid. Although he seemed week and submissive he was actually a ball of curly hair and angst. He'd always been teased and bullied as a child, and all of the mommy/daddy issues didn't help either so it makes sense that all he can really do is to hide all of his anger and frustration under a mask…yet…. He'd always wanted someone to digs under that mask and save him from his mask-so far no luck-

His sudden realization of just HOW meek he made himself be created a sigh. Then came a smile…then a frown…then a blush 'NO STOP SMILING LANCE!' he thought to himself 'THERE IS NOTHING TO SMILE ABOUT!'

He looked down at his pants, a limp member and unzipped pants '….what to do now…?' he thought the that all too cute smile came back. Eager to blow one off before his lunch break was over , Sweets took his member, closed his eyes, then started rubbing up and down seeking pleasure. He thought of Daisy's perfect B-cup boobs, how soft and round they were, how it felt to hold and squeeze them, but nothing happened….. 'what the hell…' he was still limp so he sought after a different image. After second after second of thinking of Daisy and all her dazzling features nothing happened….that is until he remembered what it felt like to be touched by Booth.

With his hard on fully erect and a fully flushed face gleaming bright red with surprise his mind had started to wander. Without any consideration towards his feelings his mind thought of different scenarios such as elevator sex, or a quickie in the coat room. Simple, generic things, but it was these things that got him off.

'Am I this weird….?' he started to analyze his life from beginning to end, thinking over the most traumatic happen-stances that have occurred recently. Of course at first one would look at his current situation: a bipolar ex sniper sexually abuses him every opportunity he had, he is some-what cheating on his girlfriend, and worst of all his new found attraction towards this ex sniper, but those couldn't be it….he had to look for the under cause, the thing that is the root of all the troubles, but what….?

During his thought process his hard on had gone down, leave it to his studies to be a boner kill, but none the less he took that advantage to tuck himself in, clean his face and go back to work. Trying to shrug away that he was about to masturbate to Booth, and not his beloved Daisy.

-END FLASHBACK

So there they were, a coffee table away, and a yammering Temperance Brennan. This was killing Booth, he was so close to making the fragile psychologist crack. He just needed to tease him a bit more, but what could he do? He already attacked him in the car, he made his feelings clear the first time….what next….! And that's when it hit him, "Hey I got something I'd like to share"

This surprised both Temperance and Lance, curious to see what he had to say Bones turned her gaze to Booth, "You do?", she questioned.

"Yeah, I'd like to talk about wet dreams", he announced.

"Um! This doesn't seem the right time to-", Sweets's began but was stopped by Bones.

"I'd actually love to know about the thought process that Booth has while he's asleep, get a way to know more about Booth", her reasoning was plausible. It would give her a sense of Booth….but why like that. He knew that Temperance was attracted to Booth, was this her way of Flirting?

A grin made itself onto Booth, "Well?", he questioned.

Keeping his professionalism he nodded giving the go ahead, "Temperance why do you start", he suggested.

As always Booth protested, "I'd like to go first"

"I don't mind he seems the most eager to start the conversation as well", Brennan agreed.

A sigh eminated from Sweets, "Alright…."

"Well I've been dreaming about the same person for a while"

"Repetitive dreams", The anthropolygist interrupted.

"…Yeah…and last night me and this person did it in a car, right there", he pointed to the big parking lot.

"What'd this person look like Booth?", Brennan questioned.

Booth flashed a hungry glare at Sweets, "Dark brown curly hair, light brown eyes, big red lips, pale…."

"She sounds very attractive, don't you agree Sweets?"

Sweets could feel his face flush. He coughed then nodded, "If you're into that type…", he had just done his own grave…. He looked up to see Booth sporting a victorious smile.

"In really do. The way "her" hips rocked back and forth, and they way "she" said my name over and over….", his voice had a tone of sensuality to it that made Lance feel a fire at the base of his stomach. Noticing his discomfort Booth got up and looked at Brennan, "Hey uh Bones, why don't you go tell Angela about your dreams, I bet she;d like to hear it"

Before she could rant about the benefits of her telling Angela about her recent sex dream she was shooed out, he said something about finding the deeper meaning of his dreams. Then locked the door behind him.

So that is it for the 3rd chapter, I'm very sorry it was so late, I've been lazy writing different stories and what not until I as forced to write by Ozzy. I hope you enjoyed it… I must say I kept giggling after I wrote the car scene and I've never seen my face flush before this…. Again this IS my first fic /

PS:I spent 2 days staring at the screen giggling in my PJ's…