BEFORE WE BEGIN: So, sorry it's taken me so long to write, still stuck aboard that Klatchian cruiser... I only get computer access every once in a while... Damn aliens... Read on, friends!
Zack slowly moved forward, rubbing his penis on Cloud's butt, teasing the soft skin there. Cloud started and squealed in pleasure when he found that Zack was hard.
"You ready for this?" Zack asked.
"Saturday..." Cloud awoke in a dreamy haze, thinking only about the fact that it was Saturday.
"Saturday..." Why was Saturday so important?
"Saturday..." Why was-ZACK!
"Zack!"
"No, my name's Barrett." There was someone else in his room.
Cloud opened his eyes. "Hi. Cloud. Cloud Strife." He stuck out a hand. The boy took it. He was tall, muscular, kinda cute... And black. Cloud swallowed. Had the boy broken in...? "Nice to m-meet you. Barrett, huh? Have a last n-name?" Cloud's hand fell out of Barrett's strong grip limply.
"Wallace. You've got a funny accent. Where you from?" Making small talk. Generally, in Cloud's experience, robbers, thieves, and cutthroats didn't make small talk. He relaxed.
"Nibelheim. It's way off in the mountains..."
"Ah. I'm from Midgar. Can you believe how small these rooms are?"
Cloud looked around. "Yes." Barrett gave him a weird look. "I grew up in a tiny house," Cloud explained. "Like, two rooms tiny..."
"Oh... Sorry."
"Why?"
"I don't know... Because I can be." It sounded almost like a challenge.
"Whatever." Barrett looked disappointed. "I have to get ready to go out. Maybe I'll see you later."
"Alright." Barrett left the room. Cloud sighed and got out of bed. He felt refreshed. It might have been a hard, tiny bed, but it felt like the best sleep he'd ever gotten. Except for... Cloud stretched.
Kri-ki-ki-crack.
Ah. Much better. Cloud bent and looked under his bed, to where his duffel bag was. He pulled it out before realizing it was empty. "Oh, right..."
Kicking the duffel bag back under the bed, Cloud checked the drawers on his side of the room. Jeans, white button down shirt, nice shoes, underwear, socks... Okay. Cloud took it all into the bathroom and quickly showered, getting dressed after.
Knock knock. "Hey, Cloud, it's me... Zack."
"Coming! Just hold on a second!" Cloud rushed to the door, freaking out. Calm yourself, Cloud. One, two, three, and open. "H-hi..."
Zack was standing there looking oh-so-sexy in black jeans and a black muscle shirt that fit him just well enough to accentuate the perfect musculature there. Cloud was left literally open-mouthed by the scene. "Hey there. You ready to go?"
Cloud mentally shook himself. Poker face. "Yeah, let's head."
"Midgarian or foreign?" Cloud was sneaking looks at Zack from the corner of his eye.
"Um... Midgarian." Cloud replied, surprised.
"The Painted Plate, then. Best Midgar food in the city... And not in a slum!" Zack looked... Nervous. No, that couldn't be right; SOLDIERs didn't get nervous.
"That's always a plus..." Cloud couldn't get enough of his date! He was so... Sexy. So very, very sexy. Cloud was happy.
"So that means we get off here!" The train stopped and Zack shoved through the crowd, losing the diminutive Cloud behind him. Buffeted on all sides, Cloud was pushed back into the train.
"Hey, no, I need to get off-!" Cloud was cut short by the doors closing in his face. The train began to move. "SHIT!" He could see Zack looking around. Frantically, Cloud banged on the window. Zack turned, as though in slow motion. Cloud saw him shout, no!, and he began to sprint towards the train, jumping and grabbing onto the outside. A woman screamed.
Zack hung on to the outside, cheerily peering in at Cloud. He waved to the woman, who stopped screaming and quietly waved back.
For the next three minutes, Zack hung on for dear life. When the train finally reached its stop, he let go, jumping back onto the ground relievedly.
The train doors opened. Zack grabbed Cloud and made a dash for it, stopping next to a musician.
"Sorry... There were just so many people... I got pushed back onto the train..."
Zack grabbed Cloud's face in his hands, holding Cloud's eyes with his own beautiful blue ones. "It's fine. It's not your fault." Zack smiled slightly. "Now let's get some food. Kay?"
"Kay..." Cloud was enthralled.
"I'll have a water. How about you, Cloud? What do you want to drink?"
"J-j-just water. Thanks." Cloud looked at the menu. "So many options..."
"Yeah, isn't it great? It's an awesome restaurant. Great food." Zack was smiling at him. Cloud smiled back hesitantly.
"All right, I think I know what I'm getting." Zack said. Cloud closed his menu as the waiter walked up, placing the waters on their table.
"Do the sirs know what they'll be getting tonight?"
Cloud just had one question. "What's a 'grilled cheese'?"
Zack and the waiter gaped at him.
"You don't know what a grilled cheese sandwich is?" Zack looked confused.
"No..."
The waiter quickly regained his composure. "A grilled cheese sandwich is a piece of cheese fried between two pieces of buttered bread. It's extremely delicious. I'd get one if you've never had it before." Zack was nodding at him.
"All right, I guess I'll get a grilled cheese then." The waiter nodded and wrote something in his notebook.
"And for you?" He asked Zack.
"A Rusty Trombone, medium." The waiter nodded again.
"Excellent choices, sirs. I'll be right back with those." He smiled, bowed, and went off to the kitchen.
"So..." Zack was staring at Cloud, head resting on his laced fingers, elbows on the table. "How's life?" He was smiling.
"Um... Good, I guess... How about you?" Cloud was beginning to blush under Zack's scrutiny.
"Could be worse." Cloud was really blushing now.
"Um... So... Uh... What's it like to be a... A S-SOLDIER?"
"It's cool I guess. We go on missions and that's fun, but it gets kinda boring when you're just training all the time. I mean, no one wants to train for three weeks with no action, right?"
Cloud giggled nervously. "Yeah, right." Actually, that sounds really nice... Cloud shook his head mentally.
Three minutes later... "Here you are, sirs. A grilled cheese for you and a Rusty Trombone, medium, for you."
"Thank you." Zack looked excited.
"Thanks..." Cloud tried to follow Zack's example. His plate had a pickile, some french fries, and what appeared to be, as the waiter had said, a piece of cheese fried between two pieces of buttered bread. Cloud swallowed, staring at the sadwich.
"Well, are you gonna eat or what?" Zack was questioning him. Cloud jumped, startled.
"Y-yeah." He reached out to the sandwich, taking it into his hands and raising it to his mouth. Cloud swallowed again, then bit down on the warm concoction. "M-mmm! That's good!" Eyes wide, Cloud bit into the sandwich again, melted cheese shooting into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, then ate some fries. His eyelids closed and his eyes rolled back into his head. It was so good! That had to be the best sandwich he'd ever had! Cloud heard laughter. He opened his eyes to see Zack, burger halfway to his mouth, staring at him and laughing.
"Is it good?"
Cloud kicked him under the table. "You're making fun of me..."
"Yeah, and?" Zack was smiling at him now. Cloud couldn't help it. He smiled.
"Whatever."
"So what do you want to do?" Zack had 5 toothpicks sticking out of his mouth, evenly spaced. Cloud was laughing at his silliness as he did squats, the toothpicks going up and down in time with his squats.
"Uh... Ha ha... Uh... I don't know. We could... Hahaha... See a movie."
Zack stopped to consider. "Nah, too late... We could go back... I have an apartment... If you wanna see a movie, I've got bunches."
Cloud was stunned. Go to Zack's place? The thought!
"Um... Yeah, sure, that works for me! Your place. Okay."
AUTHOR'S (NOT QUITE SO) MEANINGLESS RAMBLE
So yeah. It's been a while since I've written Cloud and Zack (like a year), so sorry if you're not satisfied... Anyway, I'm off the Klatchian Cruiser now, stowed away on a Vogon ship... If they find me... Anyway, have a nice day/night/section of time devoted to reading fan fiction! This is CloudLoverXXX, reporting out from aboard a Vogon ship! Nighty-night! Or whatever!