Being Because of One Night

Chapter 3

The next day, Zack took the bus rather than face another awkward car ride with Hodgins. He arrived early and set out to the lab, hoping to get some thinking time. Apparently it wasn't going to happen, because Angela was there as well, sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. She looked up at Zack's steps.

"Hi there, sweetie, you're in early,"

"Took the bus," Zack explained. Suddenly, he realized he had the perfect opportunity. "Angela, may I ask you something?"

"Of course, sweetie,"

"A couple of nights ago, I accidentally got extremely drink and kissed someone. What do I do?"

Angela sighed. "Booth would be the better person to ask if you're having girl trouble,"

"What if I told you it was guy trouble?"

Angela's eyes widened. "You kissed another guy?"

Zack nodded, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Zack, hon, are you gay?"

"I'm not a homosexual," Zack replied quietly, "Just Jacksexual, I guess." He smiled slightly at his small joke. Angela spluttered and almost spit out the coffee she had taken into her mouth. She coughed.

"Jack as in Jack Hodgins? As in our Jack?" she asked. Zack nodded, eyes downcast, the blush on his cheeks becoming deeper. Angela though for a moment and took a few deep breaths.

"So, what are you planning to do about it?"

"I don't know!" Zack moaned, putting his head in his hands.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"As much as one can enjoy a drunken kiss,"

There was more silence. In the distance, they could hear Brennan and Hodgins talking as they approached.

"Talk to him," Angela suggested, "Tell him how you feel."

Zack looked up at her and smiled weakly.

"Thanks, Angela," he whispered.

"Zack, Ange!" Brennan called loudly, "Get over here! We have work to do!"

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Booth approached Angela later that day. He told her of his conversation with Zack and she smiled slightly.

"I know, he talked to me. Pass the message on to Bren not to go into the break room at lunch. I want Zack and Hodgins to have time alone,"

Booth frowned.

"What does Hodgins have to do with—oh. Right,"

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At lunch, Zack found himself alone in the break room with Jack. They both sat at the small table in embarrassed silence, the events of the other night obviously not forgotten. Hodgins got up and threw out his plate. When he was almost out the door, Zack spoke up.

"Wait,"

Jack turned around and Zack walked over.

"I need to talk to you," he said, "about the other night." He paused, obviously embarrassed. "I—I enjoyed kissing you," he admitted, "and wondered if we could doitagainwhennotdrunk."

"What?"

"Can I—" Zack swallowed, "can I kiss you?"

Jack was shocked. Without waiting for an answer, Zack leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jack's. Hodgins breathed through his nose, mouth opening ever so slightly. His hands moved to Zack's slender hips. Zack took advantage of Jack's open mouth and slid his tongue in, hands resting on the other man's back. Hodgins brought his own tongue to meet Zack's and his eyes fluttered shut. Their tongues slid together and both men shivered with pleasure. Jack sighed into Zack's mouth and brought his hands to Zack's arse, pulling them closer. The kiss became heated as Zack pinned Hodgins against the wall, hands wandering. A small moan escaped Zack as the other man's hands tightened on his arse. When the pair finally broke apart, they were both panting and obviously aroused.

"Wow," Hodgins whispered.

"Yeah,"

Jack looked down at the bulge in Zack's trousers.

"Need help with that?" he asked. Zack grinned. He shut and locked the door.