Kissing George was amazing, slow and passionate and sexy as fuck. Bones lay down and watched as George spent some time, taking care of him, one hand lifting and resting in George's hair, threading gently. He felt exhausted and emptied, like he'd poured everything he had into George, who was kneeling next to him. Too far away.

Pulling George on top of him on the sofa, Bones settled underneath him, arms wrapped tight. "I've wanted to do that for months," he whispered into his temple, his free hand sliding over George's tight ass. "Fuck, you're good. So good."