Zack took a couple deep, rattling breaths, the last one coming out in a gasp. His sweaty hands braced against the wall behind him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. "Mmm," he bit his lip, his body tingling all over. His fingernails scraped against the paint; he gasped, his breath intake a noise of ecstasy, his hips hit the wall, and finally his knees gave out. He rested on the floor, breathing heavily.

"Well, that was intense." he panted, opening his eyes. Hodgins grinned, rubbing his lips together. The slightly older, redheaded man crawled over and leaned against the wall beside Zack. "I didn't expect it to be like that," he said, his own breathing laboured. Zack laughed. "You always underestimated me."

"Oh, I underestimated you alright. I had no idea you were this sexually advanced." Hodgins held his hand out and Zack high-fived him. The two paused for a moment, then broke into giggles. "I can't believe I just gave you a blowjob in the storage room at the Jeffersonian," Hodgins said between breaths, "It's just…insane."

"Is it really that impossible?" Zack asked, shifting his position. Glancing up at Hodgins, he felt a small tug in his chest. He didn't understand the tug. He'd never felt this tug before. As the two men sat in semi-silence, recovering, it slowly dawned on Zack what they had just done. What did it mean? Was it innocent fun? Zack smiled slightly. Nothing about that had been innocent. This was wrong in pretty much every sense, and completely illogical.

Suddenly, they heard a nose from outside. The froze, then a second later scrambled to get their belts buckled, all the while stifling giggles. Zack decided he didn't care about the logic behind this madness. It felt good, and he wanted it again.

"Meet me at your car in twenty minutes," he whispered, and Hodgins grinned. "Make it fifteen."

"So, what is this, exactly?" Hodgins asked. He lay face-up in Zack's bed, next to the young dark-haired man. He could feel his body heat, and involuntarily reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers together. Zack shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure. I haven't gotten that far yet."

Hodgins swallowed. "I think we've established that I like your penis," he said, pulling himself up against the headboard. Zack did the same, crossing his ankles and clasping his hands loosely in his lap. His dark, shaggy hair was messed up, and his cheeks were still slightly flushed. Hodgins noticed his lips were a tiny bit swollen, and pinker than usual. He grinned briefly. "And I yours."

"But we're not gay." Hodgins clarified. And he wasn't. He found women intensely attractive. And yet, here he was, in Zack's bed.

"I don't think so. I mean, you're the only man I've ever found sexually desirable." Zack wiggled his feet. Hodgins nodded. "Me, too. However…"

"However." Zack touched his lips, and Hodgins followed them with his eyes. He tried to count the creases in Zack's lovely lips, but gave up. "So, is this strictly sexual, or what?"

Zack looked up at him. "I don't know." he said seriously. "Sometimes there's this little tug in my chest. I can't understand it."

"A tug?" Hodgins stomach filled with butterflies. Zack nodded, his brows furrowed. "Yeah. Like there's this invisible string attached to the corner of your mouth or something, and whenever you do that smile it just…tugs."

"What smile?" Hodgins asked, touching his own lips. Zack glanced at him. "You know, that smile you have every time you find out something that could break the case. You look up from your microscope and smile, and the string tugs."

Hodgins was silent. He knew exactly what Zack was talking about. The Tug.

"I get that sometimes, too."

"You do?" Zack's lips twitched, and there it was. The Tug. Like an invisible string was attached to the corner of the little dork's mouth. Hodgins wasn't sure if he loved or hated it.

"So…you like me." Zack said. Hodgins opened his mouth to deny it, then closed it. His cheeks flushed. Zack grinned. "You do! You like me!"

Hodgins couldn't help but smile. He swatted Zack's bare stomach with the back of his hand. "Yeah, well, hate to break it to you, kid, but you like me too."

Zack's chuckles died down and he sighed. "I do."

The butterflies got more intense when Zack said that, and Hodgins shifted. He reached over and brushed Zack's hair out of his eyes. "We can't tell anybody about this," he said, "not yet, okay?"

Zack caught his wrist. "Okay. I won't tell anybody." he pressed his lips to the sensitive skin on the inside of Hodgin's wrist, and a shiver ran down his spine. He climbed onto Zack's lap, grinning. Zack laughed. "Again?"

Hodgins answered with a kiss.