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Homoerotic Male Bonding
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sharon_hate
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this story.
Notes: Short, short ficlet. Posting only because I know nothing else will come of it.

"You want to go for a drink?" is obviously code for hot gay sex and Hodgins is most certainly a dumbass for not getting that. (Alternately: A fic in which Hodgins is a little Aspy.) -- Vincent Nigel-Murray/Hodgins, "Bones."

“Look, you’re a great guy, Nigel-Murray. It’s just—I’m sort of already in a BFF-relationship with someone. I’m sorry that I led you on and made you believe I was interested in taking our friendship to the next level. I really like you and all, it just wouldn’t be fair to him, you know?” he says heavily, hands gesticulating between them. Vincent watches them wave back and forth and is transfixed for a moment. The silence prompts him to dart his eyes back up where Hodgins looks back at him with sympathetic baby-blues.

Pursing his lips, Vincent replies, “You make it seem more homoerotic than it actually is.” Then he remembers what he proposing and adds, “And it was quite homoerotic already.”

Hodgins offers him a grim smile and pats him solidly on the shoulder. It throws Vincent off balance for a second and he has to hop onto one foot, but he thinks he recovers excellently.

“You’ll make someone an excellent BFF, Mr. Nigel-Murray,” Jack tells him.

It’s simultaneously the most and least masculine conversation Vincent’s ever had. On one hand, there’s the male bonding aspect of it (Which is quite manly, Vincent hears.) and on the other, that’s sort of not at all what Vincent was asking him, which maybe negates it.

No, definitely negates it.

“That’s not exactly what I was asking,” he murmurs lowly, rolling his eyes all around the lab like an avoidant, googly-eyed potato. “I said, Hodgins, would you like to go for a drink with me? Drink, in this scenario, would be a polite euphemism for date. And, uh.”

Jack reels back slightly and looks at Vincent like he just-- Well, like he just asked him on a date.

Vincent can see that things are going down hill. It’s making him slightly light-headed, so he adds, “Thirty-five percent of those who advertise in Personals are already married.” And for good measure, “Rats are incapable of vomiting.”

“What?” Hodgins asks.

“I don’t know,” Vincent replies.

AN: I'm trying to get all my VNM ficlets out there before the finale airs. Mr. Nigel-Murray's future at the Jeffersonian is uncertain, and I didn't want to take any chances by posting my VNM-ficlets at a later date.

Also, I should add, I'm really sorry it's terrible.
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