Yeah…so before I said this would be the last…right? I lied… I go soooo into the story I decided to add on way more….so here we go…to the good part w ooh la la!
He knew what was going to happen next! He knew there was nothing left for Booth to be stopped by. He saw Booth's lips contort into a devilish smirk. His stubble only complimenting his good looks and perfect square jaw. Leather shoes stepped toward the slightly scared doctor, "So…did you miss me yesterday?", Booth purred as he pressed his hand onto the arm of the black couch to lean over Lance.
Incidentally Lance slipped from under the gap of his arm the began to reason frantically, "O-Okay Booth, I get that you'd want to reenact your dreams, and all but.. okay let's get real", he began stepping back towards the door, "Let's be rational I-I'm in a committed relationship with Daisy , and you and Dr. Brennan obviously need time to blossom your professional relationship to further on"
Thinking his little speech would work on the overly horny cop he started to relax then nod to himself in satisfaction, you've done good Lance….you've done good, although the victorious air was interrupted by a scoff . Big dark brown eyes looked up Booth with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and sporting an amused smile.
"O-okay I can see my analysis seems "amusing" in some form but I'm being se-", he was interrupted by a large hand winding around his waist, and a hard kiss established on his surprised, full lips. He wasn't going to cave into the man's skilled kissing techniques. He wasn't going to surrender to his hot tongue. But then Booth opened his mouth forcing his tongue entrance through Sweets's lips and into his mouth. Booth was good…really good.
Tongues rubbing against each, warm, hot caverns people call mouths giving refuge to the dominate tongue-which in their case it was Booth's- This made Sweets quiver in pleasure, almost….ALMOST enough to surrender, but in retaliation he pushed Seeley away then wiped his mouth, strings of saliva layered upon his lips. Before another analysis could begin Booth took Sweets's wrists slamming him against the door, and raising his hands above his head. A small gasp of pain and surprise slipped from Lance's mouth, pain being his back slammed into the doorknob so he had to arch his back for relief yet in doing so this just made Booth smile.
For a while Seeley did nothing, he just watched the paranoid doctor shake and quiver. He sighed then brought the palms of his hands into Sweets's then laced their fingers together. A more playful smile appeared on Booth's face when he noticed how dainty Sweets hands are, "How cute…", he muttered to himself.
"CUTE?", Sweets snapped, looking up at the cop. Being sexually harassed; he was used to, People undermining his profession; this became normal for him, BUT calling him cute was never something he could except. But his anger cooled once he saw Booth's smile, it was peaceful…and….Sweet, something he never expected to see. Something playful he'd only see Seeley give doctor Brennan. A pang it his heart, what was this…..could he be….jealous? No never, he was to sane for jealousy…..right?
Booth's lips fell upon Sweets's cheek then rose up to his temple, and forehead. This small gesture was relaxing to Sweets, he had read about interpersonal body language before; kissing away from the lips were a sign of surrendering, did that mean Booth was going to wait for Sweets? Was a sweeter side of Booth about to come out?
Light chestnut eyes met dark brown ones that held a suppressed lust waiting to be satisfied. They became closer, then even closer, and Sweets shut his eyes awaiting the next kiss, "Heh….", a small laugh came out of Booth, then Sweets's opened his big eyes to a smirking Booth-the sweet side of Booth was gone-who only wore a satisfied expression with his cocky crookedness he himself only held, but instead of kissing Lance the cop took his right hand that was laced with the young doctor's left hand and kissed Sweets's which made the psychologist blush fiercely.
"Let me have you…Lance", Booth purred his lips brushing against the back of Sweets's hand. Lance felt like he was melting, he'd never heard anyone say his name like that, his seductively alluring voice was almost enough for him to cave in. His heart was beating like crazy, and he had long forgotten how hot his cheeks felt, No more I have to leave, thought Sweets…..yet it was only a thought once Booth's lips pressed onto Sweets's.
Their kiss was fast paced and all around sloppy. Small bites were executed onto Sweets's bottom lip, and tongues were pressed and rubbed together, both fighting once again for dominance. Strings of saliva were what connected them after Sweets broke their kiss for air, even after being with Daisy he'd never learned to breath while kissing.
Booth let go of Sweets's hands then took hold of his waist, and lifted him up, a gasp was all Sweets could manage till Booth dropped him onto the black leather couch. Like a lion Booth crouched over his prey; fear and anticipation filled Sweets, "I'll ask again…", Booth began; he leaned in to Sweets ear, "Let me have you….", a wet, hot breath crept into Sweets's ear.
No…. I can't…what am I to tell Daisy? I'm a man! I-' Sweets thoughts were interrupted by a warm hand creeping up his back. A wave of nerves hit Lance, Stop!….No….he'll think I'm disgusting…., Lance could feel Seeley touching his scars on his back. They were Disgusting….
Noticing his discomfort Seeley turned Lance over; Lance began to panic once he felt his shirt being lifted.
"No please stop!", he begged, "I'll do anything…just don't take off my shirt", tears brimmed Sweets's eyes.
Although he pleaded Booth ignored him, and continued to undress the scared psychologist. Aged scars surfaced Sweets's skin all across his shoulder blades. Seconds now felt like minutes to Sweets; all he could do was to wait for Booth to write him off, Stop staring! Please stop!
A pair of lips pressed onto one of the scars on Sweets's back, then trailed up to his spine, and lastly the nape of his neck, "There's nothing to be scared of, Lance", shivers ran down Sweets's body, the nape of his neck started to burn up.
"Wh-What..? I'm not scared!", Sweets declared in hopes to regain some pride.
"Yeah… sure you're not…", Booth then teased sliding a warm hand up Sweet's flat stomach. A devilish smirk was placed on Booth's face as he felt Sweets cringe in response.
"S-Stop… not here!", a melting Sweets begged. Although he was declining the ex sniper's offer he really was feeling something for the over confident jarhead.
Light brown eyes rolled, and Booth continued to tease the cringing psychologist. Running his hands up and down softly brushing over a perked nipple. All the pleas and moans coming from Sweets was making Booth hard.
Sweets could feel it, the hard on rubbing against him. He tried to pay it no mind; trying to stay sane while someone is rubbing you like that was challenging enough. The friction it was creating was maddening. The bulge was rubbing against the end of his tail bone which was nearly grazing his entrance. The stimulation to this made Sweets hard as well…WAIT no! No way! He could not have a hard on at this moment! N-no….. never…
The friction continued. Sweets suppressed moans were slipping out. Soon enough a sharp gasp followed by Sweets's back arch finally brought Booth alive, "You like it rough, huh..?", what Booth meant was the now one of Sweets's nipples being pinched and pulled. Booth knew Sweets was sensitive, but not THIS sensitive. Booth moved even closer(if that were possible), strengthening the friction between them.
I can't take anymore!, Sweets though. The hand teasing his throbbing nipples slowly descended lower, the rough fingertips brushing past his stomach and softly circling his belly button then slowly sliding past the waistband of his slacks. Another sharp gasp hit Sweets.
"And you still think you don't want this…?", Booth teased, his lower voice vibrated through Sweet's ear canal.
"Sh-Shuddup…", retorted a withering Sweets.
Booth liked it when Sweets got an attitude, he thought it was sexy which made him press even further. He started to rub and taunt Sweets's erection through his boxers, the lack of skin to skin contact irritated Sweets.
"you look like you're frustrated Sweets… got anything on your mind…?", the smirk on Booth's face was too sadistic even for the psychologist.
"Y-You know what it is!"
"Shhhh… Yelling would be bad… Someone might think we're fighting…someone comes in and…heh…well"
The bit of Lance's stomach began to ache, we'll be fired, Daisy will find out… And What about my book! Lance fell silent, but that was only a few seconds once he moaned again from Booth's skilled hands. Sweets balled his hands into fists; his hips began to move with Booth's taunting.
"See", Booth pointed out, "You like it huh…?"
There was no response. Lance wanted to deny it, he really did, but the truth was that everything the sniper did felt amazing to him, but if this continued he would go crazy.
Booth noticed the discomfort coming from Lance, "All you have to do is say one little thing and I'll take you out of your misery", his hand stopped rubbing the pleasing erection, "Fuck. Me. Seeley"
A bright red pigment was shown onto the young doctor's face, "Are you serious?", he half yelled. No way in Hell would he EVER say that! No! N-
An intruding hand slipped past the waistband of Lance's boxers then grabbed onto the base of his erection, "Say it Sweets…", Booth now ordered. Not being able to cum would make any guy desperate let alone a softy like Sweets. It would only take a matter of minutes to get the young doctor to crack.
Lance's flat stomach began to rise and lower. His breathing stifled and a bit harder, and his lip would draw blood from how hard he was biting it. How long could he go on for? He had once read that a man had a stroke for not cumming! He didn't want that to be him. Sweets slowly turned his head, his deep blush was obvious now, "P-please…fuck…m-me….", he muttered angrily.
"Hm…? I don't think I heard you correctly….please fuck me…whooooo?", Booth tightened his grip on Sweets base.
"Ngh…Please…fuck me Seeley….", this time it sounded like it was begging. Even his face showed his desperation. Half hooded, pained eyes stared at Seeley. Beads of sweat began to form on his face and forehead. How could anyone deny that face?
"Well if you say so", Booth's cocky exterior seemed to have no end. Booth slid off Lance's slacks and boxers, he now being completely naked made Sweets even more embarrassed. Hardly anyone saw him naked. Not even Daisy; they would always turn off the lights before they had sex.
Booth followed taking off his jacket, shirt, and pants; he was too anxious it wasn't even funny. Booth looked at the young man from under him. Just like in the dream… he thought. But this was better. He saw his exact curve of his back, his soft pale skin that one would think only women possessed, and his tight ass even the straightest of men would want to hit. Booth smiled in victory then slid his hands down the sides of Sweets's body, feeling his exponentially slender figure. Booth crouched over, and licked the nape of Sweets's neck, the salty taste of sweat and flesh fell onto his tongue.
"S-Seeley….", Sweets moaned out. Both Sweets and Booth were surprised. Neither of them thought Sweets would make such a sound, not even Booth who-thought- could only dream of such a thing.
Booth whispered, "I'll be gentle", the vibrations from his voice haunted Sweets. The low yet soft voice coming from Booth gave him goose bumps.
The ex sniper licked his index and middle fingers then softly entered Lance awaiting for his reaction.
Suppressed cries of pain slipped through Sweets's mouth. He'd never felt something so painful and uncomfortable. He waited for himself to get used to the foreign object probing him. He thought he'd finally gotten used to Booth's finger until he added a second one. The uncomfortable pain increased until….
Sweets's eyes flew open and he gripped onto the fabric of the couch. Booth could tell he'd found Sweets's prostate, and began to hit the same spot. He watched the withering doctor turn into a ball off ecstasy. His hips contorted to Booth's movements, and breathing seemed like a chore. Precum began to seep out of Sweets's member, and it became harder and harder to hold onto control.
Seeley removed his fingers. Sweets naively thought his torture was finally over until he felt something bigger and thicker push into him, "This might hurt a bit…", Booth whispered. Booth's entered slowly allowing Sweet's to adjust. It seemed like forever though, he was only halfway in and Sweets was about to cry out in pain.
Sweets's toes curled as Booth slid further in, he felt Booth's big hands holding onto the curvature of his hips. Finally Seeley was all the way in, but he didn't move. Why wasn't he moving? Did he finally want to back out? Was it as painful for him as well…?
"S-Seeley…I-I can't take it anymore….Move…", the begging Sweets gave Booth shivers.
Now what Lance had just said was what some would say a safety word because once he had said that Booth tightened Sweets's prostate/ Booth kept a steady pace moving within Sweets, "Tight…", he huffed trying to loosen Sweets up.
All Sweets could do was moan and cry, the push and pull between pain and pleasure began to numb together as Booth rode him. A hot stinging rush drove up at the base of his spine. He was close…. He'd never felt this before, ecstasy, pleasure, pain, and an unknowing want. Lance's eyes glazed over and began to haze, dark brown eyes were covered with a blur.
"Lance…", Booth managed to whisper. A hot tongue pressed against one of Sweets's scars then traveled up his spine sending Sweets's to the top. Booth was also at his peek, Booth noticed how Sweets began to move with him, trying to push further in and out. Booth bit Sweets's ear then traveled to his neck establishing kiss mark after kiss mark, claiming his territory al over Sweets.
"N-No more… I-I'm…! Ngh….", Sweets's cooed out. Somewhere in-between moans Sweets manage to whisper Seeley's name then gripped tighter as he finally came throwing Sweets's into a fit of heavy panting. Just by saying Seeley's name Booth came with him then collapsed on Sweets's numbed over body, holding him tightly in his arms.
The two shared once more kiss before Sweets passed out….
A/N: Thank you to those who are supporting me and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Chapter 5 will be out sooner than this one was~! Sorry again for the lateness :/