Sifting through the huge cardboard boxes, Stanley Yelnats thought about his best friend and biggest crush. Hector Zeroni certainly was one of a kind. That dark curly hair was perfectly seductive, as were the large obsidian eyes which perfectly accented his face. The smile that reminded him of a jack-o-lantern and made his heart thump in his chest. Gorgeous. That's what Hector Zeroni was. Simply Gorgeous.

Stealing a glance across the room, he saw Zero making his king-sized bed. The navy-blue comforter ran through his hands as he tried to find the corner. Then, his hands found the sewn on slip of fabric-paper near the middle of the bottom. His brows furrowed in concentration. Stanley couldn't help but think how cute it made him look.

"D-d-do not re-remove under pe-pe-penalty of law." The face relaxed, and then turned in Stanley's direction hopefully.

"Yeah. That's on a lot of stuff like heavy comforters and couches." Stanley shrugged.

"Oh." Zero quickly spread the comforter on the bed. Then, after thorough inspection, he flopped down and released a long sigh of contentment.

Stanley's breath caught in his throat. The boy was just laying there, legs spread. His eyes closed involuntarily as a picture came into his head. Zero was naked, laying on the comforter. The room around him was dimly lit, most likely with candles. His eyes were blazing with passion, and his hand was beckoning. "Come here, Stanley..."

"Stanley? You okay?" Stanley Yelnats was blushing like a maniac and had a hard-on roughly the size of New Jersey before he had opened his eyes.

"Yeah. Uh, 'scuse me for a minute." With that, he ran to the nearest bathroom and relieved himself before he burst.

Coming back into the room, he found Zero asleep in his new bed. Smiling softly, he continued to unpack quietly.

When he opened the next box, he was surprised to discover a very tattered, very dirty-looking stuffed giraffe. He immediately concluded that this was Jaffy, and put him aside for now. Stealing yet another glance, Stanley couldn't help but admire the peaceful form stretched out on the bed. He was beautiful. Simply beautiful. The cinnamon color of the boy's skin made him want to lick him all over. Literally. The boy's petite figure was still as strong, or stronger than any other man. God, that chest must be perfect. Well defined and hard from months of digging. Speaking of hard... He better stop right there before he gets hard again.

He continued unpacking for awhile, until he heard his friend stir.

"Stanley? Is that Jaffy?" The boy asked, curiously.

"You tell me. It was in with this box, so I took a guess." Stanley answered, bringing Jaffy over to where Zero was laying. Sitting down next to Zero on the bed, Stanley glanced around before looking Zero in the eye.

"Thanks for your help with the unpacking. Would've died of boredom doing it alone." Sighed Zero, glancing around the room.

"It's not done yet, little buddy." Stanley said, ruffling his hair. Zero glared. He hated the nick-name 'little buddy' and Stanley knew it.

"Not funny, Yelnats." Zero stated, flatly.

"Oh, but it is." said Stanley, again ruffling his hair.

"Oh really?" asked Zero, who then calmly reached up and ruffled Stanley's own hair.

"Oh, you shall pay..." with that, Stanley pushed Zero down and began tickling like no tomorrow. The boy giggled and squirmed beneath him in a way impossible to ignore. But soon he grinned, and began fighting back. It became an all-out tickle war, until finally, Stanley gave in.

"Okay, okay, I give up!" he giggled, then blushed when he realized the position they were in. Zero was straddling his waist and had his hands up his shirt. He had his own hands under Zero's shirt. Both boys were inches away from the other's lips.

Stanley felt more afraid and less in control of his own actions every second. God, that boy looked amazing, all flushed like that. Was he getting sick again? Or... Crap! Can he feel my hard-on? He thought. Suddenly, an inexplicable gravitational force was pulling their lips closer and closer until....

"HECTOR, HUNNY, COME ORDER YOUR DINNER!!! PIZZA TONIGHT!!!" Zero's mom was never one for timing.

Slowly, Zero rose to his feet. "Uh, what kind of pizza you want?"

"Oh, plain thanks. Just plain." Stanley found it almost impossible to breathe for a moment.

Zero left to go order pizza, and Stanley could swear he saw him glaring in the direction of his mother's voice.