The Face with Two Skeletons

By: Tropicwhale

Disclaimer: Hehehe I wish.....but they're not.

Warning: Fondling. Hints fpf gay sex and violence.

Author Talk: Three. Hey, kinneygirl, they were technically in Zack's bedroom at the same time last chapter, yes? You got what you asked for.... O;)

Chapter Eleven

Zack was woken from his nap by one of two things. The first being the loud, familiar crash of his free weights bouncing across his hard wood floor and the second being a weight on his back and a hand at his groin. Zack didn't bother to open his eyes but arched his back so his gluteus muscles pressed into the other body's sexual organs. The hand massaging his scrotum gave an extra hard squeeze. Zack buried his face into the pillow and grinned. He then turned his head and groaned. "Cut it out Bailout."

"Bailout?!" Zerbrowski hissed and gave Zack's half-erection a particularly hard squeeze that, in Zack's opinion, was partly unwarranted. Zerbrowski bounced on Zack's back causing the wind to be knocked out of the scientist. Zack smothered a giggle; however, Zerbrowksi immediately caught it. "Take it back."

"Why?"

"Because, I told you, it's considered rude to shout someone else's name while getting your sexual urges satisfied by your lover."

"Hypothetically, is it wrong when you know it is your lover and are purposely yanking their chain by yelling out the name of a person who is least likely to arouse you sexually?" Zerbrowski's body started which told Zack that either he had a mini-seizure or he was surprised. "I never understood the phrase 'yanking your chain'. Unless someone was wearing a collar as well but then wouldn't the phrase be 'yanking your collar'? And collars are usually worn by individuals engaged in sadomasochistic sexual encounters or animals. Yanking one's collar in that sense is usually punishment….in that case it why would it mean a deceptive joke? 'Pulling one's leg' is in the same context…it is very confusing to me."

"It means to use humor that results in the pranked person getting angry because dangerous and angry animals were kept on chains."

"So, it is a double insult. The initial prank and calling a person an animal." Zack asked. Zerbrowski moved his hands to places that would be considered more socially acceptable if there were other individuals to witness the private moment between the two men, Zack's shoulders.

"You know, as cute as your rambles are, I hate it when you take the spontaneity out of sex." Zerbrowski mumbled into Zack's ear. Zack put his hands under his pillow so that they and the pillow cushioned his face.

"I did it on purpose." Zack replied. Zerbrowski rolled off of Zack to land on his back on the bed next to Zack.

"Why?"

"I don't want to have sex when there are people that could walk in on us." Zack turned his head to face Zerbrowski but didn't bother with sitting up.

"We've had sex after games before."

"Yes, at your house when the others were experimenting with dry ice bombs in the kitchen. We were in your bedroom that has a door that locks."

"Zack…" Zerbrowski rolled over onto his stomach and ran his fingers through Zack's hair. "This has something to do with that federal officer…doesn't it?"

"No, he's not the only one out there."

"Zack."

"Yes, Zerbrowski?"

"You shouldn't lie."

"I try not to."

"Zack…" Zerbrowski's voice was soft, plaintive and pitying.

"He wouldn't approve."

"Why would you need his approval?" Zack shrugged and buried his head into the pillow. "Zack?" Zerbrowski scooted closer, placing his arm on Zack's back so that his hand rested on the nape of Zack's neck. Zack mumbled something that Zerbrowski couldn't quite make out. "What was that?" Zack moved the pillow so he could be heard clearly.

"I know it's not logical or his business but I'd rather not be blatant about our relationship. Past experience has taught me that he would not understand. I seem to unsettle him a great deal and it would behoove all of us that the federal officer who wields guns isn't unsettled too much."

"Zack?"

"Do you know why I applied for the graduate program here in D.C? I am a creature of habit and I had rather stayed in Michigan close to my family."

"No. You never told anyone why. We assumed…I assumed it was because working with Dr. Brennan was a good opportunity for you."

"It was. It is. I am glad I made the transition." Zerbrowski was now interested. He sat up and allowed Zack to put his head on top of pillow instead of under it.

"Then why-?"

"Bradley Oscarman."

"Who's Bradley Oscarmann?"

"The first man I ever slept with....come to think about it...he was the first person I had sex with, period." Zack said quietly. Zerbrowski shifted silently. "He was from Alabama and when we were fifteen he and his family moved to three houses down from the house that I grew up in due to his mother's promotion. I was his math and science tutor. His parents paid fairly well and with a few well placed investments I was able to pay off my final year of college and start a CD with a 16% annual compound interest. Bradley was very nice. He had brown hair and, with his southern accent, it was pleasing to hear him speak."

"What happened?"

"He kissed me first one day when we were studying for his finals and, technically, our relationship last for three years when I completed my first graduate program. He left for college and I went on to get my first doctorate and then my second. We stayed friends and occasionally, if he didn't have a significant other, we would have sex. It was my best interpersonal relationship excluding my relationships with faamily members." Zack shifted and buried his head for a moment. Zerbrowski waited with the sounds of a party in high swing going on beyond the divisional wall. Bailout was singing Karaoke. Zack turned to face Zerbrowski and his eyes were in some far off place and long ago. Zerbrowski laid his hand on Zack's head, not daring to move another muscle. Zack was rarely this forthcoming about anything before his accident.

"Zack…what happened?"

"We were visiting our families for Christmas and I had snuck over to his house and into his room on the ground floor to the back right side of the house. We talked. We kissed. He took off my clothes and we had sex. I was flat on my back with my head toward the foot of the bed which was in the direction of the door and Bradley was over me with the backyard flood light coming through the window behind him where I had entered through and I remember it was silhouetting him. He was pushing into me and we were kissing with open mouths when the door banged open. It was Mr. Oscarmann. He was screaming at us and Bradley quickly got off of from me. Mr. Oscarmann was a large individual and he was holding his shotgun. I was very afraid and got dressed as quickly as I could. Bradley was screaming too. He was telling me to leave and yelling at his father for being a bigot. The last thing I saw as I was climbing out the window was Mr. Oscarmann raising that shotgun toward Bradley asking his son who did he think he was to be doing what we were doing in his Christian house. Bradley yelled at me to run and I did. I was halfway home when I heard the shotgun go off twice. I never saw Bradley again and, after the trial where Mr. Oscarmann was convicted of Bradley's murder where I had to testify about what happened that night was over, my mother told me that it was best if I left town for awhile. The newspapers and television stations would not leave either the Oscarmanns or my family alone. They all wanted to hear about the illicit love affair that ended in my best friend being dead. I had applied to Dr. Brennan's program and was accepted so I came to Washington D.C and my family comes to visit me….although I'm not necessarily welcomed back home." Zack, whether or not he realized it, was crying. Zerbrowski used an edge of the sheet to wipe away the tears and pulled Zack up into a hug.

"Oh Zaddy." Zack recognized that he required physical comfort and was glad that Zerbrowski was there to give it. He wrapped his arms around Zerbrowski and took deep, calming breathes.

"Booth shouldn't know. He was uncomfortable when I told him I was bisexual. There's a difference between knowing a fact and seeing the proof."

"Add your attraction to him-"

"I'd rather not take that risk."

"Alright. Are you going to come out and join the party?"

"How bad is the damage?"

"Minimal."

"You are lying. You talk faster than normal when you're lying."

"Yeah, but there's pizza and beer."

"I don't drink alcohol."

"There's pizza."

"Okay." Zerbrowski rolled over and folded his hands in his lap, watching Zack climb out of bed naked. Zaddy had a nice body. He was pale and Zerbrowski was oddly attracted to the way Zack's ass and relaxed genitals jiggled as he walked over to the dresser. Zack opened a drawer of the dressers and grabbed a tee-shirt then closed the drawer to walk over to the far side of the bed to pick up his cut-off sweats from the first time Zerbrowski had come into his room looking for sex that day. Zerbrowski took the moment to slap Zack's bare ass. "Ow!" Zack yelped, turning his backside away from the grinning lawyer sitting on his bed.

"Sorry, Zaddy. Couldn't resist. You have such a cute ass." Zack glared at Zerbrowski ask he slipped on the sweats then the bright orange tee-shirt. Zack glared at him. Zerbrowski laughed and sighed. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry, Zaddy." Zerbrowski stood and grabbed Zack's arm. In under two seconds Zack was in a fireman's carry up on Zerbrowski's shoulder.

"AHH!" Zack yelped as Zerbrowski carried him out into the party.

"HEY! Look who's up!!"

Author After Talk: I'm tired. I've had a long week and I'm going to bed.

Love from the Dorkside;

Tropic