Always Knew

Title: Always Knew
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Booth/Sweets
Warnings: gay sex, cussing
Summary: Booth walks in on Sweets pleasuring himself and Booth decides to join.
Disclaimer: I, Kitaro Jeevas, do not own Bones nor do I make any monetary gains from this. Bones belongs to Hart Hanson, the creator. I’m just borrowing his characters and shall return them slightly messed up (more messed up than they are in the show).
Notes: I haven’t really seen all that many episodes of the show, so if I messed something up, please let me know and I’ll fix it. Also, this whole scenario with the murder is complete bullshit: I totally made it up, so don’t annoy me about it. I’m telling you now, it’s made up!
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Always Knew
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Booth didn’t mean to just walk in without knocking, but he did, he was in a hurry to catch a killer and didn’t have time to make an appointment with the good mind doctor. And, like the rest of the team, Booth thought that Sweets wouldn’t be doing anything really important and that the psychologist didn’t mind having people just waltz right into is office at random times.

Booth didn’t even know if Sweets was in his office, considering the late hour. Sweets wasn’t really apart of the whole crime-fighting team. Sure, Sweets did is part during interrogations, but this wasn’t an interrogation, it was a murder. Bones and the rest of her team were frantically trying to figure out something or other about the body before it was set to be cremated, hence the late night at work.

Booth didn’t understand half of what Bones and company were talking about, and nor did he need to. He just needed a name and address, but they give him all this useless information. His job was to arrest the murderer, not deal with bones. Why couldn’t they understand that?

Turning his attention back to the forms in his hand and his mission, Booth walked in, ready to ask Sweets to do that psychology mumbo-jumbo and create a profile to another killer…

And got an eyeful of Sweets’ touching himself.

For a minute, Booth just stood there, mouth agape, staring at Sweets. At the hand moving up and down frantically as the body jerked; Sweets’ head thrown back against the chair in pleasure; hair, soaked with sweat, clinging to his forehead; the hand pinching and twisting a pink nipple while its owner moans and whimpers; sweat runs down Sweets’ body, giving his pale skin an unnatural glow in the city’s night lights coming through the window.

Sweets’ eyes were closed, so he didn’t notice Booth’s untimely interruption. He was lost in his own fantasy world, completely unawares. Booth couldn’t help but notice how easy it would be for someone to come in here and harm Sweets. The thought made his blood boil for some reason.

When Booth felt he saw more than enough, he tried to quietly walk out the door, go home and forget this moment with the aid of a few dozens beers. Booth turned, but half way out the door he stopped in his tracks when he heard his name come from Sweets’ lips.

“Seeley. Oh, shit. Please…”

It was just a whisper, but it had such an impact on Booth. Not only did Sweets call HIS name while the younger masturbated, but it was his first name. The name only his superiors and loved ones used. It may just be a name to other people, but to Booth it was a sign of trust, dependence and love.

All the emotions one would associate with family members or lovers.

’Lovers. The word resonated within Booth’s mind, carving pathways through what he thought were truths with a knife, slowly and painfully ripping his view of the world away to accommodate the thought of Sweets like that.

Booth would be lying if he said Sweets wasn’t cute; Sweets is extremely cute, with that boyish face that exceeds innocence and his perfectly skinny body. The brown curls the perfect length to hide Sweets’ brown eyes if he wanted but usually left them open for others to see such expressive eyes, always showing Sweets’ emotions.

The sounds of Sweets’ pleasure are escalating, leading Booth to believe he’s reached climax. Booth turns back just in time to see the hottest thing ever.

Sweets has one hand on his dick, stroking through his climax, the other on his nipple, pinching it. His back arched beautifully off the chair as his muscles all contract at once. One loud, long moan comes from Sweets’ mouth right before streams of white liquid shoot out of the tip of his dick, coating his hand, stomach and the chair.

Without his consent, Booth releases a groan at the sight, his pants becoming VERY uncomfortable in the crotch area.

Sweets, hearing the groan, whips his head around to meet Booth’s eyes. Panic forcefully pushes its way through his post-orgasmic brain to make Sweets’ relaxed muscles tense up in anticipation of what Booth would do. Sweets didn’t know how long Booth was standing there, so he had to be prepared for anything.

’Fuck.’ was the thought running through both males heads. Booth’s because of how hot Sweets looked right there. Sweets’ for being caught in this situation.

Silence reigned for minutes before Booth could think of anything to say to calm Sweets down. Finally, Booth decided to follow that old saying “actions speak louder than words.” Quickly, Booth walks over to Sweets, who tenses even more at the reduction of space between the two.

When Booth stood directly in front of Sweets, his common sense caught up to the rest of his brain, asking the question: “What the hell are you doing?”

Booth didn’t really have an answer to that, so he did what felt right.

Leaning down enough so his face was level with Sweets’—who looked terrified—Booth gently grabbed Sweets’ chin, pretending not to notice the flinch, holding it there while he connected their lips in a chaste kiss.

Tingles travel down Sweets’ spine, making him gasp. Booth, using the opening, plunges his tongue into Sweets’ mouth. Feeling the intrusion, Sweets moans and closes his eyes, submitting to Booth.

Booth, feeling the resistance and tension in Sweets lessen, begins to map out all of Sweets’ mouth, enjoying the little whimpers and groans from the younger. Both males kiss hotly until they have to pull away or risk dying from asphyxiation.

With the lack of Booth’s mouth over his own, Sweets’ mind forces its way through the pleasurable haze Booth’s kiss brought in order to think rationally. “Booth, what the hell?”

“Oh, so it’s ‘Booth’ now, huh? What ever happened to ‘Seeley’?” Booth says teasingly while rubbing circles on Sweets' cheek. He can’t help but find the sight of a speechless Sweets rather cute.

Quickly though, Sweets' was able to find his voice again. Timidly, he asks: “Y-you heard that?”

The fear in his voice almost made Booth regret walking in on him. But the feeling of Sweets’ body pinned to the chair under his made him forget his regret quickly. Feeling Sweets’ body tremble from fear, Booth’s protective instincts kicks in and be plunges his mouth onto the younger’s, kissing him fiercely.

Almost instantly, Sweets gives into the kiss—as if he’s afraid that’s all he’ll get from Booth before Booth either beats him up or worse, leaves. Sweets can deal with the physical pain, but the emotional pain…that Sweets can’t deal with. He can’t deal with the thought of Booth leaving now that’s Sweets finally has him.

Regretfully, Booth pulls away from the kiss, only to have Sweets follow his mouth, desperately connecting them in another passionate kiss. Deciding that kissing Sweets is more important than speaking, Booth dominates the kiss, enjoying the little moans and whimpers Sweets makes.

Booth pushes Sweets back into the chair even more, but the feeling of flesh against his clothes has him pulling away from Sweets completely. Booth can see the passion-filled eyes look at him in confusion and fear. But those emotions disappear when Booth starts undressing quickly. Sweets stares in fascination and unbridled desire at every inch of Booth’s creamy flesh that’s revealed.

At last, Booth’s completely naked—standing there with complete confidence—with his rather thick manhood staring at the ceiling. When Sweets sees the Booth’s member, he can’t help but let out a groan, his own dick beginning to harden again.

Booth grins, liking this side of Sweets—the cute, totally fuckable side—and can’t stop the thought that he’d like to see Sweets like this again. Many times, in fact. “Lance.”

Sweets jumps a little. He, like Booth, wasn’t used to people calling him by his first name. But if Booth said his name in that dominating tone again, Sweets wouldn’t mind being addressed by his first name ever again. At least, if it was Booth.

When Sweets looks at Booth, giving the older man his undivided attention, Booth says, “Stand up and come over here.”

Eagerly, almost too eager, Sweets stands and quickly moves to stand in front of Booth. The FBI agent can see the psychologist’s nervousness in the actions—the ringing of his hands, no eye contact—but he can also tell how much Sweets—no, Lance—wants this.

Carefully, Seeley grabs the back of Lance’s neck, bringing their lips together for another spine-tingling kiss. The movement of Lance’s neck brings his whole body into close contact with the other. Both males groan at the feeling of the other’s dick next to their own.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, Seeley turns them around and walks backwards to the chair; Lance follows behind obediently. Pulling away from the kiss, Booth sits down on the chair, leaving Lance standing and staring.

“Kneel.” Seeley commands, smiling when Lance complies easily. “Put your hands on my thighs.” Command followed. Seeley raises his right hand to buries it in Lance’s brown locks, lining the psychologist’s mouth with his dick. “Suck.”

Like all of Seeley’s other commands, this one is followed with complete obedience and ruthless efficiency.

Lance blows on the head, delighting in the shiver it causes. Before Seeley can complain, Lance’s tongue is following the large vein on the underside of his cock. Seeley groans loudly at that and he continues to make pleasurable noises as Lance works his wonderful mouth on Seeley’s dick.

Lance shocks Seeley when he takes all eight inches of the agent in his mouth, swallowing to contract his throat muscles before pulling up again to breathe. Seeley gives Lance time to breathe before gripping the psychologist’s hair and forcing him to continue deep-throating him.

Not that Lance fights; he actually enjoys this dominating side of Seeley. Can’t get enough of it, in fact.

Knowing he’s close, Seeley pulls Lance’s mouth off his dick, halting his orgasm; maybe next time he’ll let Lance taste his cum. Seeley opens his eyes to see Lance looking at him, awaiting more orders. Figuring he needs to clarify, Seeley asks, “Lance, do you want to be dominated?”

The psychologist’s sort of shocked that Seeley actually spoke, but he’s quick to answer honestly. “Yes, Seeley,” he says simply. Feeling Seeley didn’t actually think he was being sincere Lance tips his head back, giving Seeley full access to his neck. “Please take me.”

Seeley’s shocked and turned on at the same time. But the pleasure takes over and Seeley pulls Lance up by his hair—oh, god, what a moan—and onto his lap. Forcing Lance’s neck to a just-painful-enough-to-feel-good angle, Seeley wastes no time and places a love bite right where the neck and shoulder meet; just to gouge Lance’s reaction.

And Seeley isn’t disappointed when Lance lets out a loud moan and arches into the agent.

’Damn, he’s hot.’ Seeley thinks, catching a glimpse of Lance’s face twisted up in ecstasy. Easily deciding he likes that sound, Seeley bites again and gets the almost the same reaction—this time, Lance starts begging.

“Seeley. Oh shit, please! I need you!” Seeley can’t help but notice the similarities to what Lance says now to when the younger was jerking himself off to Seeley’s image.

Or was it actions that the psychologist was begging for in his fantasy?

Seeley spends a few seconds just biting and licking Lance’s neck. And running his hands over that smooth, perfect ass—oh lord, what an ass! Seeley’s left hand comes up to Lance’s mouth with the command to ‘suck’.

Coherent enough to understand, Lance quickly takes the three fingers in his mouth, coating them with saliva as he knows where those digits are going. Seeley, feeling his fingers are coated well enough, pulls his hand out of Lance’s mouth. Letting go of the younger male’s neck, Seeley uses that hand to help Lance lift himself up enough for the agent to begin preparing Lance.

Seeley enters one finger, stopping when Lance clenches around the digit and whimpers slightly. When the passage around his finger loosens, Seeley starts thrusting that finger; Lance moans a little, clinging to Seeley’s shoulders, face buried in the other’s neck.

Fully satisfied with Lance’s reaction to the first finger, Seeley can’t wait to see the mind doctor’s reaction to his whole dick inside. Removing the first finger, Seeley eases the second finger inside Lance along with the first; Lances winces a little when Seeley begins to stretch him for sex.

Quickly after that, the third digit is added, and Seeley spends a minute just stroking the inside of Lance and delighting in the loud moans and groans, the down thrusting of the other’s hips. Booth isn’t really just randomly moving his fingers; he’s searching for Lance’s sweet spot…oh, found it!

“Seeley!!” Lance practically screams, his hands a white knuckle grip on the other’s shoulders as he rides the wave of pure euphoria. Seeing how touching Lance’s prostate once could cause that much of reaction, Seeley’s half tempted to do it again, just to see the look on the other’s face. But then, he realizes that he’d rather touch that spot again with his dick while thrusting into Lance’s tight hole.

So, with a whine of protest from Lance, Seeley removes his hand all together. “Seeley, what t—?” Lance begins to ask, but it cut off by Seeley’s lips smashing against his own.

Disconnecting their lips, Seeley says, “You ready to be fucked six ways from Sunday?”

Lance moans at the thought, clinging to Seeley, he begs: “Oh, fuck yes. Seeley, please!”

Hearing the affirmative come from Sweets’ lips, Seeley spits in his hands a few times, moaning when he touches himself, before positioning himself at Lance’s entrance. “You ready, Lance?”

Not even replying, Lance pushes himself down on Seeley’s cock, only able to take the head in before Seeley stops him.

Forcing himself not to plunge right into the tight heat around him, Seeley adopts an angry tone. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Whimpering when Seeley stops and then yells at him, Lance practically curls in on himself. Timidly, he answers: “Seeley, please. I’m alright. I like the pain. Please, I need you.” He tries to ground down onto Seeley’s dick, but the man still stops him.

Boldly, Lance moves his hand from Seeley’s shoulder, reaches around to remove the man’s hand from his dick and the plunges all the way down, taking every last inch of Seeley inside of him. Dual moans fill the room at the sensation of filling and being filled sets in.

Even though he said he likes the pain, Lance has to stop for a few seconds to allow his body to adjust to having something so big inside of him. Rather quickly though, he adjusts and pushes himself up enough so just the tip is in him and then he plunges back down, somehow hitting his own prostate directly; he almost screams and cums from the sensory overload.

Lance continues this erratic thrusting with the aid of Seeley’s hands on the younger’s hips to keep him balanced. Moans, whines, groans and gasps fill the room as the pleasure escalates. Quickly, wanting to see Lance’s face when he cums, Seeley moves one of his hands, grabbing Lance’s dick to pump it in time with his thrusts.

Lance cries out at the added sensation, clinging to Booth’s shoulders and moaning the man’s name. Feeling how close he is to cumming, the movement of Sweets’ hips becomes even more uncoordinated.

Booth thrusts up as best as he can, every noise from the other male just adds to Booth’s overall pleasure. Seeley can feel that Lance is close, and he’s determined to see what the mind doctor looks like caught up in the moment of release. Making a decision and deciding to go with it, Seeley removes his hand from Lance’s dick—a whine of protest—stands up and lays Sweets on the floor; the new angle giving Booth more maneuverability and making the sweet noises coming from Lance even louder.

Sweets’ wraps his legs around Booth’s waist, bucking up into every inward thrust. He cries out loudly when Seeley hits his prostate directly. “Seeley, oh, shit. Mm, fuck! More! Harder!”

Knowing now that he can’t deny Sweets anything, Seeley concedes to the demand and begins to thrust harder, keeping the pressure on Lance’s prostate; he’s sure Lance will have hand-shaped bruises on his hips, but right then, he doesn’t care. Feeling himself getting close to cumming, Seeley retakes Lance’s dick in hand.

“Cum for me, Lance. C’mon, cum.” He orders. Lance, more than happy to obey, cums all over their chests and Seeley’s hand. Booth groans as the passage around his dick becomes even tighter. Thrusting a few more times, Seeley cums with a loud groan, muscles tensing as he rides the waves of pleasure.

Lance moans quietly at the feeling of Seeley’s seed in him, burning him from the inside out; but at least it’s a pleasurable burn.

Seeley would have pulled away and collapsed on the floor if it weren’t for Lance pulling the agent down on top of him. They spend a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company and warmth. As Booth regains his common sense, it shows up demanding an answer to what the hell he just did.

As if Lance could read Seeley’s mind, he asks that same question. “What the hell did we just do?”

Thinking quickly, Seeley removes his head from Lance’s neck to connect their eyes. In the most honest and kindest voice he can muster, Seeley says: “We just had sex—the best sex I’ve had in a while, I might add.”

Blushing a little, Lance replies: “I know we just had sex, what I’m wondering is ‘why?’ Why did you just fuck me? Why the hell did I submit?!”

Sensing that Lance will soon go into a panic attack or something like that, Seeley connects their mouths in a sweet kiss, trying to calm the other but still show the other his feelings. Lance returns the kiss almost greedily, submitting to Booth’s emotions and then returning them.

When they pull away to gasp for air, Booth stares at Lance, grateful that he can see the psychologist this way—flushing for air, content and relaxed after an orgasm. Without thinking about it, Seeley says: “I love you.”

All at once, Sweets freezes in shock. Quickly, Lance tries to deny how much those words warm his heart. “You’re lying. Don’t say that. Please, don’t say that. I can’t take it.”

“No, Lance, I’m not lying. I mean it. I love you.” Seeley says. When it looks like Lance is going to turn away, Seeley again speaks. “Wait, Lance, look at me.” It takes a few seconds but Sweets finally looks him in the eye; Booth’s heartstrings are pulled at the sight of tears in Lance’s eyes.

Grasping Lance’s face in a loving grip, Seeley says; “I swear to you, Lance, I’m not lying. Lance Sweets, I Seeley Booth, love you. And I’m not lying.” He seals to promise with a short, sweet kiss that leaves Lance lightheaded.

“Oh, god, Seeley. You don’t know how happy that makes me. I love you too; have for the longest time. I’ve wanted you for the longest time.” Lance admits, gripping Seeley’s neck for dear life.

Seeley connects their lips again in another soul-searing kiss. They just kiss and hold each other for a few minutes. Not being able to stand crushing the younger male anymore, Seeley disconnects their mouths and rolls off Lance. Standing up, Booth looks around to office and finds a blanket—no doubt left there for the all-nighters—he grabs the blanket and lies back down, pulling Lance close to him before throwing to blanket over them both.

Wrapping around each other, they both fall asleep next to the person they love.
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I know some of this shit—especially the ending—is cliché, but I wanted to finish this. Thanks for reading this.

I WANT MORE YAOI AND/OR SLASH IN THE BONES SECTION!!