A/N:Sorry for the lateness I never really knew how or if I was going to end this fic so… here's hoping it doesn't end OTL hope you enjoy and please please PLEASE review, I really appreciate it when you do! Oh and thank you to everyone who is supporting this fic, seriously if it wasn't for you guys I wouldn't have gotten this far. Oh and special thanks to a certain reader/ writer who without your help I REALY didn't think I'd get to write the 5th chapter… cause I was in such a slump for writing. Plus if any of you that read this know me personally you will know that being a photographer is a bitchy job(excuse my language)and hardly have time to squeeze in having fun then writing…so once again I apologize for being late, and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE UNDESERVED REVIEWS! Please keep reviewing I would like readers in put to know what you would like in the up and coming chapters.

Sweets head banged, and pulsated.' A hangover…?' he thought to himself. A slow breath huffed out in irritation as he opened his eyes. A thick blur fogged over his vision, rubbing his now half awake eyes which seemed too sensitive for his taste, he noticed the change in scenery. He was in someone's…..bed…..? Wait when did this happen? The last thing he remembered was his couch…..and…. Booth….? Yeah Booth… "BOOTH?", he shouted. Sitting up-a pain spread from his lower back making his (please excuse the cheesy ass line)weak at the knees making the young doctor cringed in displeasure, "Ngh….", he manage to mutter. Sweets slowly crawled to the foot of the bed with great focus.

"What…..are you doing…?", a familiar voice appeared from across the unfamiliar room which made Sweets jump in surprise.

Sweets looked up in surprise to see Booth. His usual office attire was now gone, a grey short sleeve shirt and blue boxers was all he felt like throwing on at the moment. His hair was not in it's usual upright due or rather was combed down making his(now)bangs swoop across his forehead hanging a few centimeters above his eyebrows. Sweets didn't know if it was the new hairstyle or the clothes but something seemed….different about Booth… like those Italian models that aren't even trying to be sexy but they just exude sex from their pores….yeah those ones…Sweets must have looked stupid, his butt was in the air and his mouth was hung out in surprise from the devilishly handsome casual Booth in front of him.

Sweets quickly sat up just now then groaned from the striking pain subsiding in his lower back. He noticed the change in his clothes as well; He was wearing an oversized light blue long-sleeve thin shirt and his own boxers. The Shirt barely clung to Sweets-clearly it was Booth's- which made it fall off the shoulder exposing his pale kiss mark ridden skin. He turned his back slightly to smell the cologne that wash washed over his shirt; An aching pain sat on Sweets's back, it was heavy. His legs felt like they would most likely break from putting too much weight onto them if he were to walk let alone run as far as possible from the Italian model/ cop in front of him he would first die from the pain or embarrassment from having to lay there and listen to Booth laugh at him.

Booth sauntered over to the dumbfounded Sweets, his too-illegal-to-be-true sex appeal wafted over Sweets like a wave crashing over a minuet rock. A calloused hand lifted the young doctor's chin then slowly made his way to his lips making the doctor intake a sharp breath, "You okay..?", Booth questioned with a soft husky baritone and a mixture of guilt….what was that…? Come again…. Guilt..? What on earth could Booth be guilty about?

"ehm… my…back hurts….a lot…", replied a less-than-enthusiastic-but-let's-not-dig-our-grave-deeper-Sweets.

"I can tell that much….lay down", he half ordered.

Apprehensively Sweets complied laying on his stomach, feeling hesitant about letting his back face Booth-we all know why-. Those familiarly large pressed against the small of Sweets back making him groan in discomfort, "Pl-please don't tou-", Sweets was stopped halfway into his sentence by Booth telling him to shut it, and let him do his thing-whatever that is- then continued to press onto his back, the stinging pain was almost too much for Sweets to suppress a scream of pain. It felt like he was needing bread on his back , those big thumbs pressed at the surface of Sweets's back making the doctor in distress scream a muffled whine underneath one of Booth's many indigo covered pillows.

It was reassuring… Booth's seemingly -now- soft hands messaging Sweets's sore back… maybe Booth… does care… this little comment sunk into Sweets's mind as he slowly drifted into state of bliss, "Feeling better..?", The cop questioned.

"Mmm…", Sweets mused in reply. A small smile contorted onto Booth's lips, he had never seen Sweets so open to him before. Now understanding his current opening he took this time to move lower down Sweets's back to see what his next reaction he'd get out of the submissive doctor, no reaction, just more of Sweet's slowly getting used to his pain to pleasure adaptation. How could Booth pass up such a tempting moment…? Even if it had been a mere… few hours since he pile drove Sweets till he passed out. Taking the lack of response as a 'go ahead' button he slid off Sweets's boxers waiting yet again for the reaction he'd been waiting for. It took a few seconds for Sweets to register what just happened… it went from Booth Messaging, thinking maybe he'd become a better person in the few hours he was out to now… to having his boxers stripped off his body to show his sprightly young bubble butt. What really got him was the fact that Booth continued to still message the half shocked doctor, but now moving to his hips; taunting the doctor.

"Has anyone ever told you you have a nice ass?", Booth chimed as he continued to caress and stroke Sweets's hips and ass. His grin widened into a crooked smirk as he watched Sweets's face turn bright red. It seemed like Booth's favorite pass time now was to embarrass the young doctor on a daily basis(hm Possibly a sadist any who) he rubbed and caressed onto Sweets's supple butt resisting the attempt to smack it and call the poor doctor a whore, but the look on the young doctors face gave Booth a red alert telling him if he went any further he'd probably traumatize Sweets more than he already has-and no one wants that-Noticing the discomfort of him Booth sympathized then leaned over kissing Sweet's tail bone, loving the way he made his hope-to-be -lover calm down with just a simple kiss on his back, 'He's so sensitive…' Booth mused to himself. He gave a soft moan then wrapped his arms around the scared-as-hell psychiatrist- or doctor if you will- and laid on top of him giving a weak attempt at spooning, Sweets didn't object.

"Any better…?", Booth softly questioned.

Sweets hadn't noticed yet but the pain had slowly numbed, the pain was still there but hardly as painful as it once was, "Y-Yeah.. How.. How the hell di-"

"I just know your body", Booth cut in.

Sweets hid his face in his arms too embarrassed to face Booth after what he had just said, "That's not funny…", replied the muffled voice of the madly blushing Sweets.

"Wanna take a shower..?"

Sweets turned his face show his less then enthusiastic expression, "Very much so.."

Without warning Booth hauled Sweets up lack of boxers and all then walked over out of the bedroom.

Now if you were there…and you had seen Sweets's face at that moment you would understand why Booth had laughed so hard he almost dropped Sweets and doubled over in well deserved laughter, for the face Sweets displayed was nothing shy of complete and utter shock and horrification with a small hint of the-fuck-you-doing?

Beat red and speechless Sweets could only watch as Booth made his way down his apartment's hallway into a soft blue and white bathroom. The slight scent of axe body wash hovered in the surprisingly clean bathroom. With ease Booth turned on the tap and stripped Sweets with one hand,

.

"I can do it!", Sweets protested but to no avail Booth had already slid off his-Booth's- shirt then started to undress himself in the process. Dark brown eyes whipped their direction right to Booth's body. No matter how many times Sweets looked at it was always somewhat…. Beautiful to look at. Perfectly toned with the right amount of muscles placed into his washboard abs, but the thing that Sweets liked most were the different scars from what was possibly from his years as a sniper. The all too familiar scars slid across Booth's body making the doctor a bit more comfortable knowing that he wasn't the only one with scars, physical and mental.

A grin was placed on Booth's face once he caught Sweets staring, "Like what you see..?"

Sweets's face snapped away with a thick shade of red spread across his face; he could also feel his ears burning up. 'Right on the mark' Thought Booth. Without any words between the two Booth once again picked Sweets up but this time like you would a cat. With his hands under his shoulders wrapped around the side of his ribcage, then hoisted him into the awaiting water. Lance had never felt so relaxed before; the warm water spraying onto his fragile self. The blissful doctor hadn't noticed but he was closer to Booth than ever, he was standing on Booth's -larger- feet, possibly so he wouldn't put any weight on his hips, and strong arms wrapped around his waist made sure he wouldn't slip, fall, hit his head, then go into a coma-Booth was not paranoid… just careful- but the presents of the over protective cop didn't even seem to phase the younger man now that he was under hot water.

His peaceful mood was interrupted by something seeping out of his.. uhm.. Nether regions (hurhur) which sent chills all the way down his spine, "Wh-What the hell is th- YOU CAME IN ME?", Sweets now yelled. Although definitely flustered and angry all it took was Booth to lay his head on the crook of Sweets's neck just right and mumble, "I couldn't help it…I was too happy", that all too sweet voice rang though the hiss of the shower and right into Sweets's ear, "Here let me help you", whispered the "pouting" cop. Sweets had no idea what Booth mean by help until one of his fingers were being pushed inside of him, then another. The two fingers began to stretch Sweets out, "Don't worry I'm not going to go all the way in here. Too slippery", Booth teased into Sweets's flushed ear. The white substance started to slip out eventually, but all the while making Lance once again beg Booth to stop in cries of pleasure.

"Pl-Please sto-aaahn…", Sweets moaned as he arched his neck back once Booth hit his prostate. How could just by one touch or simple rub make Sweets submit to his sadistic force? As Sweets watch the clouded liquid mix with the shower water and spiral to the drain he had gotten hard, maybe off the stimulation Booth gave him, or the fact that he was drunk off of Booth's touch, but whatever it was he couldn't ever get enough of it. He needed something to hold onto…something to make him feel secure so before he knew it his arms were wrapped around Booth's neck gripping onto wet locks of hair.

Booth shuttered at Sweets's hot breath hovering over his neck, and buried his face into his chest. The way their chests would slide against each other as Sweets's breath would occasionally hitch then lowered as he got used to his touch left Booth intoxicated. How could he hold back..? He felt his blood pull to his penis and already knew what was getting hard, joining Sweets's blushing hard on as well. Booth slowly slid his fingers out actually making sure he had 'cleaned' Sweets out then held him close, distributing soft kisses to his neck and shoulder. He softly hummed into Sweets's neck, gently rocking their hips side to side creating a friction.

'Booth…', Lance thought to himself. The way Booth was handling him lulled his thoughts. He began to curl and wind locks of Booth's hair, softly gripping and tugging at the ends of his thin hairs.

"I love you…Lance", Seeley whispered into his neck, "Always and Forever…".

Lance only stirred in the gentle cops arms, making his reply prominent.

-After one Great Shower-

After a half an hour of recovering and some of Booth's great ass cheese omelet he Sweets began to regain some feeling in his legs and after another half an hour it didn't feel like someone was stabbing his hips with a spork once he began to attempt to walk. While Booth ate his second omelet he'd watch Sweets hold onto the edge of the table and shuffle from point A to point B.

'"I don't see how this is funny…", Sweets gritted through his teeth as he tried to straighten his back. He glared at the knowing smirk on Booth's face-that was the Booth Sweets was used to- then sat across from the cocky agent grinning at him. Slumping over big brown eyes looked up at Booth in silence.

"You should be thanking me, you would have woken up to something seeping out of you", Booth chimed victoriously.

"…is that another part of your Catholic charm…?", Sweets retaliated.

"Oh! Right to the heart!", Booth sarcastically held his chest as if someone shot/stabbed it.

Sweets buried his head into his arms then let out a huge moan, but his little fit ended once he heard his phone ring and his neck snapped to his Phone under a pile of familiar work clothes. Sweets somewhat ran to his phone ignoring the subtle pain in his hip then picked up his phone, "H-Hello..?", he answered.

"Lancelot! Are you alright? I've called you twenty six times and left thirteen messages, if you don't have the stability to do long division that's one message for every two calls", Daisy informed-although making his Sweets a bit irritated that she had already managed to get under his skin with her vast amount of knowledge-

"I'm sorry I've been asleep for-" Sweets looked at Booth.

Booth mouthed three hours.

"Three hours", booth marveled, but remained calm. 'Three hours? Really?'

"Are you alright? That brutish agent Booth said you passed out"

Sweets smiled at her remark softly laughing to himself.

Booth's ears perked at his laugh, 'he has such a cute laugh…'

"I'm fine… Booth took care of me while I was unconscious, I'll be home in a few hours I swear", he promised.

"A-Alright I love you Sweetie…", Daisy said sympathetically.

"I love you too…", Sweets replied but with less passion and more sorrow.

Booth marveled at him wishing he'd say the same to him, but with more feeling. He watched as Sweets hung up, sat down then groaned into his arms again.

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