"Go ahead and pick anything you want from my DVDs." Dib called from the kitchen. He was getting a packet of microwavable popcorn and a bowl for himself to snack on. Zim picked 3 DVDs from Dib's collection in the living room but then scampered back to his room with them.
Zim was currently dressed in an old pair of Dib's pajamas and they were way too big on him. He was swimming in them but was happy to cuddle up inside, allowing the sleeves to cover his hands. It had been a compromise – Dib left Zim alone to clean himself up and Zim let Dib wash his filthy clothes. Dib found it very strange that after Zim had finished cleaning off the blood the mark on his face appeared to just be a scar instead of a gash like he was expecting. He was pretty sure that had never been there before but didn't say anything about it, afraid to push Zim into another panic attack.
"Don't you want to watch them on the big TV?" Dib asked when he came to use the microwave.
Zim shook his head, looking adorable sitting on his bed clutching three movies to his chest.
Dib rolled his eyes, pretending to be exasperated but in truth he was powerless against Zim's puppy dog eyes. Zim knew it, too.
"I'll get the DVD player." Dib said, then turned around to get it from the living room.
After he had set it up in Zim's room he took the movies from Zim. They were all animated and targeted for young audiences. Dib used to work with children when he first started counseling and these videos were from that time, he had totally forgotten about them. "Classics." Dib said, smiling nostalgically.
"I've never seen them." Zim said from somewhere inside his pajamas.
"You haven't seen these?" Dib asked curiously as he put one in. He sat back on the bed next to Zim to watch.
"Except for what they show in school I'd never seen any movies until I met you." Zim said, snuggling up into Dib's lap. Dib automatically put his arms around Zim.
"What?" He asked. Zim shushed him when the movie started. "What kind of childhood have you had, Zim?" Dib thought, it is hard for him to keep his questions in his head – he was so used to just talking out lout to himself.
"Zim." Dib said softly.
"Mm-hmm?" Zim answered, only half listening. He was laying down on his stomach with his head propped up on his hands, very involved with the movie that was playing.
Dib didn't like not having his full attention so he ran his hands up Zim's sides under his large pajama top, then pushed it off onto the floor. "Dib?" Zim laughed a little.
"Mm-hmm?" Dib echoed, kissing his shoulder and squeezing Zim's butt cheeks possessively. Zim rolled over and Dib instantly claimed his mouth in a deep kiss.
"Nnn . . . " Zim moaned out as Dib pushed his tongue into Zim's mouth. Zim accepted it willingly. Their kiss became more heated as they entangled their tongues with each other's.
Dib pushed Zim's legs open and positioned himself between them. He began to grind his erection against Zim's crotch in a very erotic way. Zim moaned and broke their kiss, wrapping his legs around Dib's body and grinding himself into Dib encouragingly. Dib leaned to the side and reached down into Zim's pants, grabbing hold of his hard on. He brought Zim's cock out of his pants began pumping it up and down, noting how Zim arched his back beautifully and his eyes closed in pleasure. His little moaning sounds were driving Dib crazy with lust. Dib noticed that Zim had no nipples or navel to play with so he focused on his throat, sucking and nipping at it while he jacked off the boy. Zim started to thrust his hips into Dib's hand, nearing his climax. A few more pumps and Zim released with a loud cry.
Dib continued to stroke Zim as his body spasmed a few more times. "Good boy." He said, then climbed back over the boy and planted a sweet kiss on the side of his mouth. When he leaned back after the kiss and looked down at Zim what looked back at him wasn't Zim's face, it was face of a giant insect: his hair was replaced with two twitching antennae and his eyes were a pupil-less liquid red.
"What the fuck!" Dib yelled as he jerked awake. He sat up and shook his head in disorientation. After a few moments he looked around for Zim and he didn't like where he found him.
Zim was pushed back onto the bed just like he was in Dib's dream, shirtless. Zim's face was flushed blue and Dib could see that he had an erection under his over-sized pajama pants. Dib immediately looked at is hand and Zim's stomach and saw that they were dry, no cum. Despite everything Dib was relieved that Zim's head looked completely normal, his black hair was tousled and his purple eyes were half-lidded in lust.
"OhmyGod, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry Zim!" Dib got up and walked in a circle, doing his best to ignore his own hard on, not quite knowing what to do.
"Dib? What's wrong?" Zim asked, sitting up and watching Dib with confusion and concern.
"I was dreaming, this is a dream. I didn't do this. I couldn't have done this! What did I do?" He grabbed the pajama top from the floor and thrust into Zim's chest. "What did I do?!" He repeated, close to panicking.
"We were just kissing, and touching . . . " Zim said.
"What did I touch?!" Dib yelled.
"It's okay Dib, I wanted to." Zim said.
Zim let the shirt fall into his lap absently, exposing his chest again. Dib grabbed it and shoved it back onto his chest. "That does not make this okay!" Dib argued.
Zim pulled his shirt on since Dib was obviously so upset about his nude chest. "But you want me right? We can really be a couple!" Zim's smile was so joyful that it hurt Dib's heart but he just couldn't stop himself from freaking out.
Dib grabbed Zim's shoulders and looked squarely into his eyes. "Zim, what did I touch? Did I touch you 'inappropriately'?"
Zim's smile fell when he saw just how rattled Dib really was. "N-no, just my face and chest."
"Okay, Zim this is very important - I was dreaming. I didn't mean to molest you, okay?"
"You were dreaming about having sex with me." Zim said hopefully.
"Zim, I told you before I do not want to have sex with you." Dib persisted. "I was dreaming about . . . my ex-girlfriend. I'm still in love with her!" Dib lied, desperate. Zim's happy face crashed.
"But I'm in love with you, Dib. Why can't you try to love me too?" A tear slid down Zim's cheek.
"No, you're not. You are confusing friendship with love." Dib replied. "I just don't feel that way about you." He went to wipe the tear away but Zim lowered his head before he could reach it.
"Oh." He was obviously upset but Dib didn't think it was a good idea to try and comfort him at the moment. "Well, I'm tired now. I think I'll go to bed." He turned off the TV with the remote.
"Zim, I . . . I don't know – " Dib stammered. Zim simply lay down and pulled the covers over himself. "Please turn the light off and leave."
"Damnit." Dib quietly admonished himself then did just that.