FIC: Take a Seat
Name: Take a Seat
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Booth/Zack/Sweets
Summary: Crack. Smut. Porn. Threesome. Blame Jen. And Mom. Who doesn’t know she inspired this and I hope never will.
Disclaimer: Sooooo not mine.
Author’s Note: Here’s a tip: don't watch Bones with your mom. Don't get inspired by a comment about Booth’s love of chairs. Don't write chair porn. Okay? Okay.
Beta: skullgirl013!
Booth is getting tired of waiting. He’s been sat on Sweets’ uncomfortable chair in Sweets’ uncomfortable office for an uncomfortable hour.
He’s on the verge of standing up and going off to find Bones and see if anyone’s been murdered lately. Because that’s more fun than the waiting.
He taps his foot on the ground, a tuneless rhythm that serves only to make him more annoyed. He stands. Walks around the desk, around Sweets’ fancy chair, around the desk again, back to the chair. He pauses. Eyes it. It looks foreboding but oh, so comfortable.
He stands before it, stares at its soft padding. It’s new. Only just been put in. It looks soft, squishy, and like you’d sink into it. It even has a cushion. And no holes.
He sits back down. Stares at the chair again. What would it hurt? He stands up, walks across, sits down in Sweets’ chair. Lets out a long, grateful sigh. Comfort.
The door opens. Doctor Lance Sweets walks in with Doctor Zack Addy in tow, following like a cross between a stalker and a puppy dog. Booth doesn’t move.
“You’re in my seat!” Sweets splutters. “You can’t be in my seat!”
Booth flattens his lap, sits forward, places his elbows on his knees and chin on his hands and says, “Then make me move.”
Sweets grins and looks at Zack, who moves to close the door. Booth leans back in the cushy seat and looks up at Sweets, who is hovering over him, still grinning. The door clicks, signalling that Zack has locked it, and Sweets pounces.
He braces himself on the arms of the chair and kisses Booth, pressing his full lips to Booth’s, dampened from a few anticipatory licks. His tongue flicks over Booth’s bottom lip and Booth leans into the kiss, lips parting, inviting Sweets inside his mouth, his body, his soul.
His hands tangle in Sweets’ hair, pulling him in closer, begging for his touch as he thrusts his tongue inside Sweets’ mouth, desperation overcoming him. He’s waited too long. An hour too long.
Zack coughs from the doorway.
“What, you gonna just stand there all day?” Booth asks, breaking the kiss and looking beyond Sweets at the man hovering, uncomfortably. He always did this. Felt he needed to be invited.
When it came down to it, none of them did. They are all as equally welcomed by and dependant on each other. “Come on,” Sweets says, looking around at Zack and extending his hand.
Zack walks over and takes the hand, smiling as shyly as ever. Sweets, releasing Zack’s hand, turns back to Booth, carding his hands through his hair and tilting his head backwards. He nips at Booth’s chin and Booth swallows. Sweets follows his throat downwards, trailing his tongue over Booth’s adam’s apple.
Walking around behind Sweets, Zack runs his hands over Sweets’ suited back, ghosting his palms over the fabric until he’s stood behind him. He wraps his arms around his shoulders and pulls the coat down to his upper arms. Booth grabs Sweet’s shoulders, the white shirt beneath the coat now exposed, and braces him so that he can lift his arms up and Zack can pull his coat off, folding it and placing it on the uncomfortable chairs.
Booth grabs Sweets’ sensible tie and pulls him down to kiss again. Sweets braces himself on the back of the chair this time, but Booth has different ideas. He stands, pushing Sweets backwards and, before Sweets can react, turns them around so that Sweets is sitting. Then he turns to Zack, grabs him and kisses him fiercely. Zack whimpers as Booth caresses the inside of his mouth with his tongue and runs his hands through the hair that is growing back. Finally.
Sweets watches, transfixed, as his two lovers kiss. Booth reaches for Zack’s tie (still not used to that) and undoes it painfully slowly as they kiss languidly in the silence. Sweets jumps up, walking over and unbuttoning the top button of Zack’s shirt. No one protests, so he continues, unbuttoning the next, and the next, until Zack and Booth stop kissing and Zack turns on him, kissing him instead. His eyes fall closed and he gives himself over to the sensations of Zack’s mouth on his.
Sweets undoes the rest of the buttons on Zack’s shirt and pushes it off his shoulders as Booth removes both Zack’s tie and his own, dropping them on Sweet’s jacket on the chair nearby. He turns and ghosts his hands over Zack’s shoulders, down his arms, around his waist, over the front of his abdomen and slips them into his pants.
Zack’s breath hitches and for a split second he stops kissing Sweets.
Then he grabs Sweets’ shirt and starts frantically undoing the buttons. “Off,” is all he says. Booth moves between them, kissing Sweets hard and unbuttoning his shirt. Sweets returns the favour on him and soon all three men are shirtless and desperate.
Booth steps behind Zack, pulling his back flush against his chest and unbuttoning his pants. Zack closes his eyes and Sweets steps up, placing his leg between Zack’s and leaning in to kiss Booth around him. The action rubs his and Zack’s pant-clad erections together and they groan.
Zack unbuttons Sweets’ pants, hasty in his actions, sliding them down his legs. Sweets kicks them, and his shoes off, and stands naked between the two hugely aroused men. Zack drops to his knees.
Sweets sways on his feet as Zack takes him into his warm mouth and his hands go into Zack’s light brown hair, holding his head against him and pulling him in. He looks up and sees Booth watching, one hand on his pants, rubbing himself. His eyes fall closed and he bites his lip.
Zack sucks harder, his hands going to Sweets’ arse and pulling him further into his mouth and throat. Sweets looks up again and gives Booth a meaningful look. Booth nods and unzips his pants, lowering them to the floor and stepping out of them and his shoes. He takes off his socks, too, albeit reluctantly.
Sweets thrusts into Zack’s mouth and bites back a cry as he comes. Zack swallows and stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He turns and kisses Booth, sharing Sweets’ taste with him. Booth moans into his mouth.
Sweets, having regained the ability to walk, heads across to stand by Booth’s side. He takes Booth’s erection in his hand and, as he kisses him slowly, pumps it up and down, sliding his finger down his leaking slit, caressing the roof of Booth’s mouth gently with his tongue.
Booth moves Sweets’ hand away and looks pointedly at Zack, who’s hovering like a third wheel. Sweets grins and moves away.
Booth goes over to the chair and rifles through his pockets, grabbing the tube of lube he always secrets away where not even Brennan could find it. Tube clutched in one hand, Booth goes across to Zack and kisses him, pushing him backwards towards the chair. He pushes him down so he’s sitting and wraps Zack’s legs around his thighs, still kissing him hard.
He pulls Zack’s pants off him, roughly, and slings them to the floor, never breaking their contact. Then he slickens a few fingers and runs them down Zack’s crack, slipping one inside him. Zack arches up and grabs Booth’s head, kissing him even more fiercely than before.
Booth adds another finger, thrusting them in and out smoothly and causing Zack to whimper uncontrollably with every move. He’s already loosened from that morning; after all, it isn’t their first time, so Booth adds a third finger quickly.
Arms snake around Booth from behind and take the lube. Sweets spreads it on his hands and runs them up and down Booth’s length. Booth kisses Zack harder, fighting off the urge to come, then pulls his fingers out. Sweets pulls back and Booth lifts Zack’s legs up around his hips before plunging into him.
Zack cries out, arching his back and slinging his hands over his head, grabbing the back of the sofa as Booth moves inside of him.
Sweets moves behind Booth, slipping a finger into him. Booth stops moving inside Zack and Zack whimpers, releasing his hold on the sofa slightly. Sweets moves a finger in and out of Booth, then two, kissing down Booth’s spine. Booth groans in his throat, a speechless warning to do whatever he’s doing fast. Sweets retracts his fingers and Booth feels his cock replace them, moving against his arse.
He moves backwards a tiny bit and Sweets sees that as invitation and moves in, filling him from behind. Booth groans and moves forward into Zack at the same time. Zack cries out again.
Sweets pulls back and Booth does the same, then he slams back in and Booth involuntarily copies, thrusting hard into Zack. The three of them make incomprehensible noises and move together again, Sweets pounding Zack into the chair through Booth, his movements forceful and rapid.
“Oh God...” Booth whimpers, leaning in to kiss Zack again, thrusting his tongue into the younger man’s mouth at almost the same pace as Sweets thrusts into him. He grabs Zack’s hair with one hand, the other still holding his weight off the younger man as they move. Zack’s legs tighten around Booth, pulling him in even further, burying him as deeply as possible inside of him.
Zack grips the back of the chair harder, his fingernails dragging and pulling out threads, his arse a foot off the chair as Booth pounds into him. Sweets groans from behind Booth and when he looks up he can see Zack’s face contorted in ecstasy, one hand, the one not holding the chair, desperately rubbing his cock, breath coming in ragged pants.
He watches as Zack stiffens, his back arching and locking, his hand moving even faster as he comes. His teeth dig into his bottom lip trying not to yell and Sweets leans his forehead against Booth’s back, pounding into him.
Zack’s muscles contract around Booth and he gives a shout, readjusting his angle and pounding into him even harder, his thrusts rapid and without rhythm in his desperation to come. He looks at Zack, their eyes lock and he’s gone, spiralling into ecstasy and taking Sweets with him.