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The door to Parker's bedroom swung open, startling its occupant awake. Sweets sat bolt upright in his bed, and grabbed his gun off of the nightstand. He'd only been staying with Brennan and Booth for about a week, and still felt a little jittery. Besides, it was 3 in the morning, it's not like he was expecting guests.
"Who's there? I've got a gun!" He called out in the darkness
"Shhhh! Pipe down, Sweets! Are you trying to wake the whole household?" A familiar voice hissed back at him from the doorway
"...Agent Booth? What are you doing in my room? It's 3am!"
"I don't know, you're the shrink, you tell me." He approached the bed, situating himself beside the young doctor
"You're asking me to psychoanalyze you at 3 in the morning?"
"What, they don't teach you that in shrink school?"
"They taught me how to tell when someone is avoiding the question."
Booth then took him by surprise, cupping his face and bringing him in for a kiss. Sweets hated to admit it, but there were sparks. Big ones. Like, mind blowing, oh my god, never before experienced, teenage locker room fantasy sparks. Caught off guard and driven by subconscious, Lance Sweets found himself kissing back with equal fervor. He almost whined when Booth pulled away, but thankfully, he caught himself before the sound could escape him.
"Is that enough of an answer for you?" He whispered into Sweets's ear
"No, that actually raises even more questions than before. What the hell is this?"
"You're the expert, but I believe that this is called a seduction." He moved to kiss him again, but Sweets scooted away
"Nononononono. What is this? You're telling me that you, who won't even really call me your friend, suddenly want into my pants? That's nuts, not even taking into account that the mother of your child is sleeping right down the hall, and we are currently in your SON'S ROOM-"
He was interrupted by Booth's lips on his again, strong and silencing. Shit, he was good at this. However, he had had a bit more time to wake up and with his wits about him, he couldn't in good conscience allow this to continue. Sweets pushed Booth back, putting enough space between them that he was almost comfortable again.
"Don't interrupt me! I think I have a right to be questioning your motives. I mean, it's not every day that your 'family man' best friend sneaks into your room at 3 in the morning to ruin his relationship."
"Alright, look, if you don't want to do this, that's fine. We'll just go back to bed and forget this ever happened."
"I didn't say that. I just want to know why. Why me? Why now? What is-"
"Aha! So you DO want me!'
"Don't be so surprised, Agent Booth. You're hot. I know at least 4 other people in the bureau who would kill to get you in bed, but that's besides the point."
"Fine. I'm not going to get all mushy on you, so don't expect that."
"Why would I? Nothing so far has been indicative of anything other than sexual attraction."
"Don't say it like that, it makes me sound like an asshole."
"You do NOT need my help for that."
"I like you, Sweets. You're cute, you're a good friend, you're an amazing profiler, and I don't know. I guess I wanted to be a bit more than your friend for an hour or so. "
"Okay. What about Dr. Brennan? What about Christine?"
"They don't have to know."
There was a long pause while Sweets collected his thoughts and weighed his options. On one hand, one night with Seeley Booth sounded like every FBI agent's wet dream, but on the other, if Brennan found out about it, not only would he be thrown out of the house, but he'd lose her trust forever. And then there was the fact that he'd become the "other woman", so to speak, and nobody else would speak to him either. Being permanently labeled as "homewrecker" would certainly damage his reputation...
"....Fine."
"Fine? Fine as in-"
"Just get over here before I change my mind."