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Perpendicular	By : KShir Category: 1 through F > Bones Views: 4045 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four
The View from Outside
There was silence as Booth entered ahead of Sweets, flipping on the lights as he went. The psychologist followed Booth’s heavy footfalls past the living room and into the kitchen where the burly agent threw his keys onto the counter and wrenched open the fridge. He glanced over the top of the refrigerator door.
“Beer?”
“Please.” Lance’s request barely made it out of his throat; his mouth was so dry from the heated encounter in the taxi cab that he was surprised that it was audible at all.
Gazing steadily at Sweets, Booth’s eyes darkened at the throaty response. His large, calloused hands grabbed two amber bottles and set them down on the counter before he began opening drawers, searching for a bottle opener.
As Booth turned to check the contents of the drawers on the far side of the kitchen, Lance felt himself drawn to the agent’s broad back; the younger man crossed the tiled floor and pressed his chest to Seeley’s spine, relishing in the feel of Booth’s muscles tightening before he realized it was Sweets.
“Sweets.” It wasn’t a question; it was a declaration with much lust behind it. Lance hummed deep in his chest and reached his arms around to Booth’s stomach and plucking at the buttons on his shirt. Seeley’s hands worked more quickly over the psychologist’s and soon the young doctor was sliding his hands into Booth’s open shirt and drawing his fingernails lightly down Booth’s chest.
Seeley, unable to take Lance’s gentle caresses much more, turned and grabbed his hips roughly, pulling the psychologist against him. Instead of clashing his mouth violently down onto Sweets’, as was his typical behavior, he made careful eye contact with the doctor as he worked to undo the navy tie around Lance’s neck.
“Please,” Sweets repeated breathlessly, and Booth allowed his hands to be pushed away as Lance deftly unclasped all of his own buttons and dragged his shirt over his brown tousled hair. Seeley eyed the doctor greedily as the muscles under his pale skin stretched and pulled when his dress shirt was pulled over his shoulders.
“Turn,” Booth commanded, seizing Sweets’ hips once more and rotating the psychologist roughly on the spot until his back was exposed to Seeley. The agent closed the distance between the two men and brought his hands up under Lance’s arms to trace the planes of his abdomen and chest. Booth brought his lips down to Sweets’ neck and bit softly before licking over his bite gently, causing the doctor to moan and roll his head back onto Seeley’s shoulder. Booth’s hand came up to cup the side of Lance’s throat and he continued nibbling along the younger man’s jaw and neck as he pulled the two of them towards the sofa; the two beers were left forgotten on the counter, sweat rolling down the bottles.
When they finally made it to the soft blue couch that faced away from the foyer, Booth bent Sweets roughly over the back of it, taking a moment to grind his erection into the psychologist while he scraped his nails down his spine.
“Booth,” Lance warned, trying to pull away. Seeley realized looking down at Sweets that the younger man was probably feeling incredibly vulnerable, the long pink scars on his back that were the evidence of his childhood abuse shining dully in the light from the above the stairs.
“I’m sorry,” Booth murmured, allowing Sweets to stand up, but remaining behind him. He bent slightly and ran his tongue up one of the scars, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss at the top of it, where Lance’s shoulder met his neck. Sweets sighed heavily and pulled away from the agent. He turned to meet his eyes, chocolate linking briefly with coffee and Booth saw the pain there.
“Please let me face you,” Lance asked softly and Seeley felt his heart squeeze tightly in his chest.
“Yes,” Booth whispered. “Yes, of course.”
With that, Sweets melted into Booth’s arms groaning hotly when their lips met for the first time. Seeley sucked at Lance’s bottom lip and earned a gasp when he bit down gently. Taking some initiative, Lance allowed his hand to travel south of Booth’s belt and cup his heavy erection.
“Mmn-“ Booth murmured in surprise, pulling the pair around the front of the sofa before throwing the psychologist into the depths of the blue cushions. Sweets grinned mischievously up at Seeley, and the agent felt himself grinning stupidly back. He lowered himself to Lance, relishing in the feel of the doctor’s slightly sweaty, hot skin pressed against his own. The psychologist moaned and as their mouths clashed together again, Lance reached down and fumbled with Booth’s buckle, zipping his belt from its loops when it came free.
“Sweets-“ Booth moaned into the doctor’s neck as the younger man navigated past the agent’s now open fly and firmly grasp Seeley’s length in his hand. He gave an experimental tug and was delighted when Booth gasped and thrust involuntarily into his hand.
“Sweets,” Booth repeated, “Sweets. God.” Agent Booth seized Lance’s hand, wrestling it from his pants and pinned both arms over his head, taking a moment to enjoy Sweets writhing beneath him, panting and wanting before lowering his mouth to one of the psychologist’s nipples and biting at it roughly. Lance’s back arched off of the couch and he groaned loudly.
“Booth!” Sweets glared up at the older man and fought at his grip on his wrists. He was not very convincing, however, as every time Seeley lowered his tongue to Sweets’ neck or chest or abdomen, the doctor whined and mewled.
“Let me go!” Booth merely chuckled and, switching his grip so that one of his large hands restrained both of Lance’s, dropped the other to the younger man’s beltline, deftly divesting him of his belt and subsequently popping open his pants button. Booth lowered his head and traced his nose around Sweets’ navel, earning a sharp intake of breath.
“Now,” Seeley said huskily, “if I let your hands go, are you going to behave yourself?” Lance nodded vehemently, which freed Booth’s other hand to help yank Sweets’ pants and boxers down his thighs. Lance’s erection sprang free of his clothes and the psychologist shuddered as the cold air met his skin.
Booth took Sweets in his hand and softly stroked him, spreading the gleaming drop at the tip of his member around the head. Lance arched off of the sofa.
“Booth,” Sweets murmured. He reached up for Booth, who lowered his mouth to the doctor’s again, his hand straining to pull at Lance’s erection between them. Sweets removed his mouth from Seeley’s and let his tongue trace the shell of the agent’s ear, earning a groan and a soft thrust. “You’re still wearing your pants,” the doctor reminded him. Booth smirked, and sitting back on his heels quickly, slid his black slacks down his legs before hovering over Sweets again.
“Happy?” He pressed his chest to Lance’s again, and this time, their erect members brushed against one another, causing a soft gasp from both. As Booth was slightly taller, however, his next unconscious thrust repositioned him near Sweets’ rear, causing the younger man to give a soft “oh!” A blush spread furiously across Booth’s head and neck, radiating heat.
Sweets did not give him long to be embarrassed however; in a quick move, he had taken advantage of Seeley’s insecurity and pushed the agent back into a semi-sitting position, Lance’s legs tangled with his, the psychologist almost in his lap. Booth moaned and clutched at Sweets’ thin frame when the doctor’s long fingers had snaked in between them and grasped both of their members at once, tugging gently and mixing their arousal.
“Lance,” Booth murmured, kissing and licking the younger man’s neck in drunk abandon as Sweets continued to pull at the pair of them between their heaving chests and stomachs. Hearing his given name dribble from Seeley’s lips so wantonly nearly ended Sweets right then, and taking courage from this pressed the agent back into the arm of the sofa.
Sweets hand did not leave Booth’s member as he kissed his way down the agent’s body, and mirroring Seeley’s move from earlier, circled his nose around the larger man’s navel. Lance then pressed the flat of his tongue to the very tip of Booth’s member and earned a loud, careless moan from the agent.
“La-ance,” Booth repeated in a drawn out groan as the psychologist lowered his mouth completely around the agent’s throbbing member. He felt Booth give a great shudder and smirked.
“Sweets-“ Booth panted. “Sweets, I can’t. I’m going to-“ And he did; gripping a handful of the sofa cushions and arching his muscular back completely off of the couch, the agent orgasmed spectacularly, crying out Lance, Lance, Sweets, Lance over and over as he shook with unsuppressed ecstasy.
Swallowing heavily and panting with arousal, Sweets leaned back on his heels and dragged his sweating palms across his own torpid erection. He watched the perspiration gleam on Seeley’s heaving chest and saw the dull glint of more of the agent’s arousal spilling out of his relaxing member, and with this image burnt into his mind, and with Booth still murmuring Lance, god, Lance, Sweets was pushed over the edge, spilling himself onto his own stomach and onto Booth’s thighs.
Exhausted, and spent, Sweets disentangled his legs from Booth’s, and pulling the throw blanket from the chair next to them, shifted onto the lush cream rug at the base of the sofa. He was surprised when a soft “thump” indicated that Booth had joined him on the floor. He had intended to give the other man space to enjoy his post-orgasm bliss.
Seeley, however, lifted the throw blanket and slid underneath it to Sweets, resting his head on a muscled arm, and his hand on Sweets’ hip, and drifting into a drunken, sated slumber.
Lance found himself suddenly unable to sleep, despite Booth’s soft deep breaths. He was left wondering if he would face some repercussion upon Booth’s awakening. Would the agent remember anything about tonight, or would he wake up, startled and appalled to find Sweets naked and pressed intimately against him?
Lance eased himself out from under Booth’s arm and collected his boxers from the floor by the sofa. He pulled them over his thin hips as he watched Seeley roll over in his sleep and slumber on. Sweets cast about for a place he might fall asleep.
He didn’t dare go to fall asleep in Booth’s bed. That was the bed he shared with Dr. Brennan, the bed in which they made love. He put that thought to rest before he could allow it to hurt any more than it already did. He, sticky and exhausted from his encounter with Booth, could not bring himself to go to Parker’s bed, or to the chair in baby Christine’s room.
Lance gazed back down at Booth and understood at once that there was no way that he could sleep on either sofa while the agent slept on the hard ground. Even more stunning was the realization that parallel to the inability to find a place to sleep in Booth’s house, there was a nagging thought that maybe he wouldn’t find a place to exist in Booth’s life.
Feeling a great sadness, and more than slightly ashamed of himself, Lance redressed and tiptoed out of Booth’s house.
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