Commission for Pshyo

Takes place in an AU world where Booth and Bones are not together.  Because Booth is gay.

Booth had had a long day at work and the day wasn't getting any easier as the case ran into the night leaving everyone exhausted.

Seeley walked into the break room to get a new cup of coffee when he noticed Lance in the middle of the room changing shirts but what caught his eye the most in the short time Lance was bare was his back that was littered with scars.

Sure he had heard the story of how when Lance was a child he was beat, but seeing the real thing was a whole 'nother thing.  

Lance had put on his new shirt by the time he noticed someone else was in the small room with him, he turned around with a confused look. “Oh? Booth, hi? Um...”

Lance didn't understand the face Seeley was making, its like he saw a ghost or something. Or someone else was in the room with them! Lance spun around full circle in worry he had missed something and  felt himself start to fall from the fast movement only to be caught by Booth.

“Lance! You okay there buddy?”

Lance looked up at Booth and blushed a little, he had always kind of had a small crush on the man, but never would think of making a move.

“Ah, yeah. You looked a bit zoned out on me actually and I was worried you spotted someone else in here I didn't.” Lance explained with a short laugh as he pulled himself away from Booth's grasp.

It was Booth's turn to blush a bit now, “Ah, yeah sorry about that. It's just….” He looked at Lance a moment not sure what to say. 'I was staring at your scars from your past?' yeah, that would just be rude.

“You saw my back huh?” Lance suddenly said throwing Booth off.

“EH! Well...” Booth started feeling foolish, and embarrassed that Lance caught him.

“It's okay, I know they must have shocked you, after all you've never seen them before.” Lance looked down now. “I know there ugly.” Lance added in shame.

At that moment Seeley couldn't stand to see Lance so hurt and was moving before he even realized he was.

He pulled Lance into a hug breathing in his scent as he gathered his words.

“There not ugly Sweets, and they sure as hell don't make you ugly.”

Lance blinked up at Booth for a moment, a small smile on his lips, “I never said I was ugly.”

Booth gave a unreadable look, but Lance would try to describe it as 'Oops, your right, I guess I over reacted.'
Suddenly they were both laughing, the mood that was slowly turning dark was now light.

As Booth kept laughing at his actions he became shocked as a pair of thin lips gently and quickly came in contact with his. Before he could blink the kiss was over and Lance was walking out of the break room with a small grin.

Booth went over to the coffee maker and decided he would poor two cups of coffee.

If he was lucky, he could get himself another kiss.