Hector Zeroni stepped into his large new room, and immediately knew where he was going to put everything he owned. The bed would be in the middle, against the back wall. The couch would be in the left corner of the room, and his plasma-screen t.v. would occupy the wall in front of it. He'd set up his PS2 later, after he got everything else in. His spacious walk-in closet would be perfect for his clothes and keepsakes. The computer desk would go against the right side of the room, and he'd set up his sound-system next to it. His book case would go right next to his bed. And it would be filled with books. Big, long ones with lots of plot twists and no pictures.
Thanks to Stanley, he would have all of this and more.
"Yo, Zero, cool room!" came a voice from behind him. Speak of the devil...
Turning around, he was greeted by the sight of his best friend in the world, Stanley Yelnats. A soft smile found it's way across his face as he approached. Something about him always brightened a room. With an unnoticed grace, he strode into the empty room, and surveyed it with a careful eye.
"Dude, you should put the couch in that left corner, then put the plasma screen in front of it." Stanley said, with a smile. Zero's smile grew wider.
"I was thinkin' about that. Maybe put the computer desk up against the right wall."
"Yeah, that sounds cool." Stanley stated. "Put the sound system right next to it."
"Yeah," Zero said. "Then put the book case right next to my bed."
"Excellent." stated Stanley. "This room's gonna rock."
Brushing some curls out of his face, Zero let himself picture the room with everything else inside it. He and Stanley playing video games. He and Stanley doing his reading lessons. He and Stanley just sitting on the king-sized bed. Talking, laughing....
Kissing....
His eyes grew wide and he blushed at the thought. Where the hell had that come from? But it seemed like once the image was there, he couldn't stop it. He blushed even harder as the fantasy heated up. Stanley pulled his body closer, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Zero's hands gripped tightly to the boy's chestnut hair as he pushed Zero down onto the dark blue comforter, slipping his hand up his shirt. Zero let the shirt fall off his shoulders, once unbuttoned, and began pulling off Stanley's shirt as well. Stanley's mouth wandered along his neck, kissing, licking, nipping. He nipped Stanley's ear lightly as he slid a hand down his pants, earning a moan from him. His fingers grazed the boy's member, and Stanley moaned his nick-name. "Zero... Zero...
"Zero? You okay, man?" Hector Zeroni, great-great-great-great grandson of the mysterious gypsy, Madame Zeroni, was blushing like hell and trying to hide his hard-on from sight. Stanley's concerned gaze made his heart melt, but then freeze as he walked closer to Zero. Close enough, he was certain, to see the... *ahem* problem.
"Ye-yeah, I'm fine." Zero tried. The words were unsuccessful, however, because the boy only came closer.
"You sure? You look kind of.. Hot. Like you've been running for a while. Let me see if you have a fever. My mom used to do this all the time." Stanley's hand reached out and felt his forehead, causing him to blush even more.
"Yeah, you do feel a little hot. Come back to my house and lay on the couch a little while. I'll tell your mom you're not feelin' too good."
"Uh, let me just go to the bathroom before I leave." said Zero, dashing out of the room before Stanley could reply. He reached the main bathroom quickly enough, and about ten minutes later, his problem was relieved.
Coming back to his room, he found Stanley leaning against the doorframe.
"Zero, where were you? Hey, you look much better now. I'm glad." The smile on Stanley's face was worth more than anything right then. Zero smiled back.
"Oh, I'm okay. It was nothing." He stepped closer to his friend, and leaned against the other side of the doorframe. While Stanley looked away, Zero let his eyes rake over his friend's body. It was all absolutely perfect. From that wild, disheveled hair, to that beautiful face, to that perfect body...Hot. As. Hell.
Stanley looked him up and down, a worried look plain on his face.
"I'm fine! See- Whoa!" Zero almost finished, before tripping on his shoe-laces. With the speed of a cheetah, an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him up. Zero blushed at how close this left them. Their lips were centimeters apart...
"Hey! You two! Where you want everything?" They sprung apart in an instant, both blushing, as three gruff movers began hauling Zero's things into the room.
"Just put all the boxes in the back corner. The bed goes over there." Stanley said, pointing. Was Zero simply imagining the annoyed tone in Stanley's voice? Maybe...
