The Face with Two Skeletons

By: Tropicwhale

Disclaimer: Mine? Who's been saying that wonderful lie? oh...ignore them, they lie like rugs. Bones and all things associated with the show belong to other people...dammit.

Author Talk: Must......meet..........deadlines.

OH Warning: HOMOSEXUAL LEMON!! SMUT in this chapter that should make you lot all happy.

Chapter Twenty

Zack started awake at the hand on his shoulder. "Hey. It's just me." Zack looked up at the federal officer. "Hey."

"Hey."

"I'm ordering pizza. What do you want on it?" Zack shrugged.

"I'm not picky."

"Okay."

"Agent Booth?"

"Yeah, Zack?"

"Thanks for letting me stay here."

"No problem, Zack."

"If you're tired I'll move to the couch. I don't want to be an inconvience."

"You're fine in the bed, Zack."

"But you're the one that has back problems. No offense but your couch looks like it would make that problem worse." Booth smiled at Zack which confused the scientist. "What?"

"You surprised me again."

"I'm full of surprises."

"I get that. Guh." Booth did a semi-flip over Zack and landed on his back next to Zack on the bed. "I hate fricking East Coast humidity." Zack rolled over onto his back and laughed outright. Booth looked at him like he grew a second head. "You laughed."

"I am capable of it." Booth snorted, amused.

"Wanna watch T.V?"

"Sure." Booth got up and helped Zack stand and hobble into the living room. There they both collapsed onto the couch and Booth turned on the television with the remote control. He flipped through some mindless mid-afternoon television, some early reality shows, and a local news program. "Nothing on."

"Try the Health channel."

"No."

"History channel?" Zack sounded hopeful. Booth looked at him. The squint wilted. "Fine, ESPN" Booth laughed at the sulky quality of Zack's tone. Booth changed the channel to ESPN. They watch the commentary on the baseball season for fifteen minutes. "Pizza?" Zack asked suddenly.

"Geez! Nearly forgot." Booth spasmed onto his feet and walked into the kitchen to grab a menu and the cordless phone. He walked back out and leaned against the doorjam between his living room and kitchen while dialing the phone. He then pinched his nose to adopt a nasally voice when the phone was answered. "Hello. I would like to place an order…is Tony there?" Zack grinned at the federal officer. "HEY TONY!" Booth dropped back into his own voice and shouted. He grinned at the answer from the other end of the call. "I would like a Supreme, an order of hot wings and beer….delivery….really? Yikes, okay….coke, then. Alright. You have my credit number on file right? Great!! Twenty minutes or it's free…yeah, yeah. See ya Tony." Zack's eyebrow was raised. "Hockey teammate…owns his own pizza place…best Supreme Pizza ever."

"Oh." Booth was smiling again. Zack forced himself to look back at the television. After a second Booth collapsed next to him and slammed his feet onto the coffee table. Zack's shoulders tensed as Booth's arm draped along the back of the sofa behind Zack's head. Booth chose that moment to look over at him.

"You okay, Zack?"

"I'm a little uncomfortable." Zack admitted. Booth gave a look that was somewhere between understanding and pity.

"Do you need Advil or something?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Just stressed?" Booth commented astutely. Zack nodded. "Don't worry. You'll be back in action in no time." Booth clasped the back of Zack's neck in a friendly gesture. Zack's skin goose-pimpled at the contact and Zack focused his eyes on the television if not his attention. Booth felt Zack's neck muscles tense and massaged them a little to try and get the squint to loosen up. Zack couldn't resist. He relaxed instantaneously back into Booth's hand. Before either of them realized it Zack's head was resting on Booth's shoulder. Booth switched from massaging Zack's neck to scratching his scalp. Zack found this very relaxing and leaned into the treatment. "You're like a puppy." Zack ignored the gibe in lieu of cuddling closer to Booth. Zack rested his head on Booth's chest so the federal officer could scratch his back. Booth found this incrediable funny and laughed. Zack decided he liked the sound of Booth's laugh so rubbed up against the agent's chin like a cat. Booth cracked up laughing. Zack found himself aroused by Booth's laugh the way his smile made Zack's knees melt. He almost collasped into Booth's lap in what would have been an embarrassing way and threw out his left hand out to catch himself…but the only thing to grab was Booth's thigh. Booth's arms were around him. "Don't fall, Zack." he warned. Zack shifted to try and get his balance back. Booth's arms tightened and so the only way that Zack could get his balance back was to scoot forward. Zack felt his face flush. He looked up at Booth's face.

"I'm not falling." Booth smirked like he didn't take Zack at his word. Zack blinked and the next thing he knew he was kissing Special Agent Seeley Booth. There was an intake of breath and Booth's mouth opened…probably to say something but some sense of recklessness took hold of Zack and the thought this may be his only chance to kiss Booth crossed his mind so he wrapped his unbroken arm around Booth's neck and started to kiss intensely. He was afraid that if he stopped kissing the federal agent then he would get punched in the face and thrown out into the street so he simply didn't stop.

Booth wasn't sure what was happening. One second he's goofing off with Zack and then next second he's being kissed by the squint. Booth opened his mouth to ask what Zack was doing but he got an tongue that wasn't his in his mouth for the trouble. Zack was hanging onto him like some desperate dying thing. Booth felt a swell of pity for this kid that was obviously grasping at something that he knew he couldn't have and Booth…gave it to him. He started to kiss back. Zack was stilled momentarily by the reaction and Booth went slow. There was no reason to rush. Booth was just being a Good Sumaritan or something. Zack reacted like a starving man. Booth held Zack close with one arm and laid his left hand on Zack's face and neck. Zack let out a small whimper-moan. Booth was almost positive that Zack didn't know he was making any sounds and that knowledge was endearing to the federal agent. He smiled into the kiss and pulled Zack closer. Zack was practically in his lap and it was obvious that Zack wanted to straddle Booth but the plaster cast on his leg prevented it. Booth compromised by straddling Zack instead, pressing him back into the sofa. Zack moaned and arched up as much as he was able too. Booth was surprised how passionate Zack was and nipped along the scientist's jaw to see what other sounds Zack could make. Zack whimpered and gasped as Booth bit his ear. "Booth!" Zack moaned. Booth switched to feather-light kisses down Zack's neck, completely aroused by the way his surname sounded coming from the littlest squint. Zack thrashed when Booth ran a hand up under his shirt along his bruised ribs. "Ow!" Booth stopped and pulled back completely.

"Are you okay?" he asked, freaked that he might have hurt Zack. Zack blinked up at him.

"I'm fine….just when I moved suddenly my ribs hurt. What you were doing felt really good." Booth felt his eyes dilate at Zack's matter-of-fact tone. Zack licked his lips when he noticed the reaction. "Really, really good." Booth responded by attacking Zack's lips again. Zack kissed back just as hard as Booth was putting out. Booth kissed his way back to Zack's neck and bite down on the squint's pulse point. Zack moaned and the doorbell rang. The two men froze. Booth quickly stood and went to the door. He smiled at the delivery boy and accepted the food and six-pack of generic coke.

"Uh…Tony said that eating all this by yourself is a good way of getting fat…" the delivery boy said nervously. Booth laughed.

"Ask him 'if that's what happened to him?' for me." he replied and handed the kid a twenty. The kid's eyes widened and he ran off. Booth turned around kicked the door closed. "Three pounds of toppings. A slice is enough to feed a small kid like you for a week." Booth sat down on the couch and put the food on the coffee table.

"I'm not a kid. I'm twenty-nine years old….I'll be thirty the twenty-fifth of August of this year."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"You're older than Sweets?"

"Yes." Zack confirmed and stared at the food. Booth cracked a smile and opened the pizza box and grabbed the carton of hot wings. Zack just stared at the pizza. "That's a lot of toppings."

"Three pounds of hamburger, pepperoni, ham, bacon, peppers, sun-dried tomatoes, mushrooms, sausages, pineapple, chicken, olives, onions, and four kinds of cheese…it's amazing. Try it." Zack took a slice carefully and balanced toward his mouth. Booth had a dripping wing pitched in both his hands.

"You're going to ruin your shirt." Zack observed. Booth was still wearing a white work shirt. Booth looked down and made a grunting sound. He put the hot wing down, sucked the sauce from his fingers and took off his shirt. Zack blinked then immediately turned away and stuffed his pizza into his mouth as Booth picked up the hot wing again. The probability that Zack would end up sitting next to a shirtless Booth on Booth's couch having just been making out with the man was astronomically high. Zack would have to reconsider other statistical impossibilities…like the concept of God.

They watched ESPN and ate food. The make-out session seemed to have been set like several of Zack's romantic entanglements in the past…they didn't talk about it or acknowledge that it happened after the fact. That was fine with Zack…he expected that sort of thing. It was a fluke in the data. Booth cracked one of the cans of soda open and handed it to Zack who forgot he wasn't allowed to have caffeine because it made him antsy and drank it. Eventually, somewhere around Zack's second slice of pizza, he and Booth got into a informal competition on how fast they could eat. As Zack was about to lose he burped loudly and Booth burst out laughing. Zack snorted. "Your face is covered with hot sauce." he pointed out.

"Is it?"

"Yes. From here" Zack pointed to Booth's nose. "to here" Booth's right cheek. "to here." The federal agent's chin. Booth nodded slowly. He finished the last wing in his hand and grabbed the front of Zack's tee shirt and wiped his face and hands with it. "Aah! Booth! Stop!" Zack was laughing though. It tickled. Zack snorted. Booth collapsed across Zack's lap, shaking with laughter. "This was my only shirt…the rest of my clothes were blown up." Booth sat up, annoyed.

"Fine." He grabbed the edges of Zack's shirt and pulled it off of him.

"HEY!!" Booth stood up and walked down the hallway. Zack turned slowly so that he could watch Booth over the back of the couch. He crossed his arms along the back of the couch and rested his head on his cast. "What are you doing?"

"I'm putting your shirt in the wash, Zack."

"But what if we need another napkin?" Booth stopped and turned. Zack was smiling. "Yes?"

"Are you messing with me?" Zack narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Define 'messing with you', please."

"Are you joking with me?"

"I'm not sure. I find your reactions to my statements amusing and that is my only shirt….like these are my only pants, shoes and pair of socks…the explosion was inconvenient to say the very least." Booth rolled his eyes and opened the utility closet and threw Zack's shirt in the wash then turned on the machine. Zack watched Booth quietly, his left hand drooping over the back of the couch and idly tracing invisible designs on the fabric. Booth turned and looked at Zack.

"Zack?"

"Hmm?" Zack refocused his eyes. Booth's arms were crossed.

"Do you have a crush on me?" The question was unexpected to Zack. He remained quiet. "Zack…answer the question."

"I find you ascetically pleasing." Zack stated blankly, robotically. It was moments like these that Zack wondered why there was such a thing as emotions as they usually got him in trouble. Booth glared at him. The agent knew the tone from work and Booth wasn't going to let the squint hide behind that facade at that moment.

"That's nice to hear, Zack, but that isn't an answer to my question. Yes or No. Do you have a crush on me?" Zack's gaze dropped to the floor and what Booth could see of his body shrank behind the couch.

"Yes." Booth's eyes narrowed. Zack sounded ashamed.

"For how long?" Booth asked. Zack sighed.

"Since you first started working with Dr. Brennan." Booth pulled back a little.

"That long?" Zack nodded, not looking up. "I couldn't tell."

"I didn't want you to know." Zack shrugged, still tracing patterns on the back of the couch and not meeting Booth's gaze. "I was afraid you'd shoot me."

"I wouldn't have shot you, Zack."

"You've threatened to on multiple occasions…I wasn't about to give you another reason to add to that list...like threatening your masculinity." Booth felt bad and moved toward Zack. The squint didn't move.

"Zack…I'm not a homophobe….you're bi and staying in my apartment. I don't have a problem with that."

"You freaked when you first found out." Zack reminded him of the facts.

"That was shock. I wasn't expecting you to be into guys….wasn't expecting you to be dating a married man or play basketball really well. It was a culture shock, okay?"

"That's an inappropriate use of the phrase 'culture shock'." Zack pointed out.

"Okay, interpersonal relationship shock then." Booth amended. Zack looked up.

"There's no such thing." Zack sounded frustrated.

"There is now. I just made it up."

"That makes it fiction." Booth crossed his arms and tapped his foot. "I'm going to shut up now." Zack stayed watching Booth who was glaring at him.

"Zack…"

"Yes, Agent Booth?"

"Why…why didn't you say anything to anybody, ever?"

"There wasn't any hope of you returning the attraction so I've been trying to suppress my feelings for you."

"Zack, that's not healthy." Zack shrugged.

"It's reality though." Zack turned back to watch ESPN. He grabbed another slice of pizza, not because he was hungry, but because it gave him something to do other than submit to the awkward atmosphere that he suddenly found himself in. Booth walked over and blocked Zack's view of the television. Zack looked at the federal officer and shifted uncomfortably. He then winced. His squirming agitated his injured ribs.

"Zack. Look at me." Zack looked out the window. Booth growled and two seconds later Booth was in front of him, forcing Zack to look at him. Zack winced, his injuries throbbing. Booth let go but then put his arms gently back on Zack's shoulders to keep him from turning away again. "Zack…." he said gently. Zack looked at him defiantly. Booth recognized the look of a man who had been hurt too many times and was about to go on the offensive. Booth found the best way to deal with people like that was to give up. He kissed Zack. Zack started, surprised, than opened his mouth. Booth took the invitation for what it was….startled hope. He then startled himself by deepening the kiss. Zack reached up and touched Booth's jaw. Booth kissed harder and Zack reciprocated the intensity. Booth placed a hand on Zack's side causing Zack to moan into Booth's mouth. Booth was back to straddling Zack and Zack's free arm was draped around Booth's neck, hanging onto the federal officer.

"Booth…" Zack moaned, his lower lip caught in between Booth's teeth. Booth pushed his mouth back toward Zack's mouth and his tongue swept along the roof of the scientist's mouth. Zack cried out and Booth shifted closer so that their pelvises were in contact. Zack slide his hand down to Booth's hip; sliding it partly down Booth's pants then giggled suddenly. Booth pulled back and looked at Zack askew.

"Zack…what was that?" Zack was still giggling.

"I was just thinking that you have a very nice pelvis bone….and got a visual of the actual bone." Booth looked down at the younger man.

"That's a little weird, Zack."

"It's a game I play to keep my mind sharp. I watch people and try to figure out what their bones look like…it helps me in the lab."

"I see." Zack shifted and look uncomfortable which was really adorable for Booth so he kissed him again. Zack responded, dragging his nails along Booth's waist line. The federal agent shuddered. "Zack" he moaned. Zack was emboldened by Booth's response and dipped his fingers deeper down Booth's pants only to retreat when Booth's tongue did something distracting to Zack's tongue. Booth ran his hands down Zack's shoulders and Zack opened Booth's pants, shoving his hand down into his underwear. Booth stopped kissing Zack and dropped his head to Zack's shoulder and moaned. Zack moved Booth's face back up to kiss him and started to stroke him in earnest. It wasn't long before Booth was thrusting in Zack's hand. He moved Zack's hand and pushed and pulled until Zack was lying on his back on the couch. Zack thrust up into the dip of Booth's hips. Booth bite down on the squint's neck and gave him one heck of a hickey. Zack tried to raise his right arm but conked Booth in the head with his cast. "OW!!" Zack dropped his arm.

"Sorry. Forgot about the cast." Booth looked down at him and laughed. Zack smiled back and grounded up into Booth. Booth groaned and attacked Zack's clavicle. "Careful of my bruises." Booth hummed and pressed down on Zack's body. Zack's body thrashed and he yelped. "Ow!" Booth ignored it and licked a nipple. Zack arched up and flipped Booth onto his back with sudden leverage. "Much better…now I can breathe." Booth opened his mouth and then decided to laugh. Zack leaned down and kissed Booth.

Soon, both men's pants were somewhere around their knees and they were thrusting against the other's skin diligently. Zack was biting and licking Booth's clavicle while Booth's hands were everywhere. ESPN was still going loudly in the background while the men themselves were very quiet except for the occasional surprised moan, the slid of skin against skin and increasingly loud breathing. Zack reached down and grabbed both of their erections and stroked, hard. Booth moaned loudly. Zack stroked harder and Booth dropped his head back to the couch arm.

"You're really good at that." Zack swiped his thumb over a particularly sensitive patch of Booth's skin. "Oh" Booth's leg kicked out unconsciously against the far sofa arm and he scratched his nails down Zack's back. Zack moaned and his mouth lost perchance on Booth's throat. Booth grabbed Zack's upper thighs and pushed up. Zack pushed down over and over until they were both grunting and gasping completion.

Author After Talk: There a good long chapter with smut. Hopefully five later today.

Tropic