Careful now, with all this giggling, Lorne won't get to actually eat his ice cream before it melts. He sighs, wistful. "Aw, Bones. You and your subtextually suppressed homo erotic inclinations."

Or in so many words: If you've so much as thought of it, there's internet porn about that very figment of your imagination. Somewhere. And chances are, you don't ever want to know about it.

Unless you do.