Chapter 9
“Hey,” Zell yelled, struggling to get away from whoever held him. It was dark and Zell could see nothing. But something told him that his capture was a guy. Their arms werereally strong, and he could smell a man’s cologne.
“Shhh,” a quiet voice spoke. Whoever it was spun Zell around, so he was facing the man’s chest. Zell shivered when he felt the guy start to run his hands over his backside.
Why didn’t he just back away, the man was not holding him tight anymore? But Zell stayed frozen as the man’s hands continued to explore his body.
“H..how’d you get into my room,” Zell managed to ask, groaning when he felt a wet mouth on his neck?
The man chucked quietly as he continued to kiss up Zell’s neck, getting to his chin, finally reaching Zell’s mouth. Push him away, Zell, Zell told himself, but he didn’t. Moaning he wrapped his arms around the mysterious man.
The man smirked into Zell’s mouth running his tongue over Zell’s teeth. Zell parted his teeth and the man’s tongue entered his mouth.
“Oh,” Zell squealed, when he felt the man grab his butt, pulling him up so his legs straddled his waist. Their kiss deepened, and Zell moaned.
“Like that Zelly poo?”
“WHAT,” Zell screamed, jumping out of his bed, frantically looking around. Breathing hard, he fell back on his bed. “Just a dream.”
“Just a dream,” he repeated. Why am I dreaming about him . . . and making out in a closet? What is wrong with me?
Zell raised from his bed when he heard a knock at his door, “coming, coming,” he yelled, getting up and walking toward his door.
When he opened the door, Zell started to blush, “whatch want, Seifer,” he asked, feeling naked, only being in his short boxers?
Seifer held out his script, “Selphie said we should have a private practice,” Seifer said, his eyes grazing over Zell’s chest. He had to mentally smack himself to keep him from drooling and jumping the boy.
Still feeling quite embarrassed about his dream, Zell sighed, “okay, come in,” he said, stepping aside, letting the knight walk in.
Seifer smirked, walking in and sitting on the edge of Zell’s bed. Zell just stood where he was, his thoughts on his dream.
“Hello, Gaia to Zell, get your script,” Seifer said, waving he hands in front of his face.
“Oh, right,” Zell said going to his desk, pulling out his script.
The two blonds went through their lines, and when they got to the hug, Zell started to shake as Seifer leaned over . . . ”Zell,” Seifer said, pulling away, “why are you shaking?”
“Huh,” Zell said, looking away from Seifer’s face? His face flaming he stood up, “C..cold,” he muttered, hugging his bare chest.
Something was really bothering the younger blond, Seifer could see, he frowned not liking to see him look the way he was looking. He seemed scared. Sure Seifer could be a jerk, even mean, but he did have a heart, somewhere in his chest.
“Here,” Seifer spoke softly, holding out his long coat. Zell looked up, surprise in his eyes.
Seifer’s offering me his coat. Why’s he being so nice, Zell thought, taking the coat? Blushing he put it on. He blushed even more when he smelt the cologne on the coat. The same smell from his dream.
“Feel better,” Seifer asked?
Nodding, Zell smiled, “yeah, t..thanks.”
“No prob, Zelly poo,” he said, patting the spot next to him on the bed, “lets finish, so Selphie doesn’t kill us.”
“Right,” Zell said sitting next to Seifer.
When they finished practicing their lines, Zell looked up at Seifer, “Seifer?”
“Hmm, what, Zell?”
“Can I ask you something,” Seifer nodded, “um, why do you always . . . um,” Zell blushed, looking away, “pick on me, and stuff?”
Seifer looked at Zell, man when did he get so bold? “Don’t you know anything Zell,” Seifer said, I’m I really going to tell him, I’m in ‘like’ with him? “When someone picks on somebody, it usually means they like them.”
Zell’s eyes went wide, and he knew he was blushing . . . like, did Seifer just say he liked me? Ho boy. He looked up at Seifer, and started to laugh.
“Uh, Zell, I just confessed my feelings and you’re laughing,” Seifer gave the younger blond a strange look. “That doesn’t make be feel very good.”
“Sorry, but isn’t that a little third gradeish, picking on someone you like.” Zell stopped laughing and smiled at the older blond.
“Hey,” Seifer yelled, but started to laugh as well, “you might be right,” he looked down, “I just liked touching you,” he looked up smirking, “and making you blush.”
Zell started to blush.
“Like that,” Seifer said. “Come on lets go make out in the cafeteria, so we can make the yaoi girls day.”
“I think if we did that, they’d all pass out,” Zell said, shifting closer to Seifer.
“Well how bout a closet then,” Seifer said, his eyes going wide in surprise when Zell went red, covering his face.
“What?”
Zell peeked out at Seifer, “nothing really,” he said, eyeing his closet.
“Then why are you as red as that Shuichi kids hair,” Seifer asked, “and why are you covering your face?”
Zell took his hands away from his face and looked at Seifer, “uh I um had a dream,” he blushed, “about you . . . there was a closet involved.”
Seifer smiled, “oh really. Then you think about me that way?”
“Well DUH, why else would I be blushing like an idiot.”
Seifer grinned, leaning closer to Zell, hugging him. Zell’s eyes went wide. He’s hugging me . . . eeek now what’s he doing?
Seifer grabbed Zell picking him up. “Your closet looks really cozy,” he growled in Zell’s ear.
Zell blushed and snuggled against Seifer’s chest.
Two girls stood outside Zell’s dorm room, “did we really just hear all that,” the blond asked? The brunette giggled, “yeeeyup, we sure did, come on Quitsy, we can bug them later.”
Quistis laughed, hugging her girlfriend, “this was your doing.”
“Nope, nope, I just suggested they have a private practice.”
Both girls laughed and walked to Selphie’s dorm. “So what do you think they’re doing now,” Selphie asked, jumping on her bed?
Making a face, Quistis set next to Selphie, “Ewww, I don’t want to think about it.”
Selphie rolled her eyes, “oh come on, Quitsy I know you’re a yaoi supporter. I know we can make yaoi supporter badges,” Selphie said her eyes lightning up.
Quistis laughed, kissing Selphie on the nose, “and yuri supporter badges.”
Bouncing up and down, she nodded, “yeah!”
Quistis shook her head, laughing, “Selph, you’ve got to go slow on that sugar.”
Selphie pouted, “put you like it when I’m hyper.”
Quistis went red, “Selphie, you’re so vulgar.”
“Yup, blame it on the people I hang out with.”
Quistis put her hands on her hips, a look of mock anger on her face, “are you trying to tell me something, Selphie Anne Tilmitt,” she said.
“Maybe I am, Quistis Elisabeth Trepe,” Selphie said, trying not to giggle.
Quistis smiled and hugged the ninja. Selphie blushed and hugged the girl back.
“Hey so what do you think their doing now?” Selphie went to her wall and pressed her ear against it.
“Selphie,” Quistis scolded, “that’s kind of rude.”
Selphie turned to Quistis, pouting, “well I can’t hear anything anyway.”
Quistis flopped on her back staring at the ceiling, “I can’t believe your pouting cause you can’t hear Zell and Seifer make out.”
Selphie grinned, jumping on the bed, nearly hitting Quistis’s head, “Oh, you’re curious too.”
Quistis looked up at Selphie, “maybe. I never in a million years would of thought those two would have a thing for each other.”
“Well they do. We heard them say they liked each other.”
“You had a hand in getting them together. The question now is who, are you going to set up next?”
“Hmmm, Rinoa and a T-Rexaur.”
“Oh, ha ha ha”
“What I’m serious,” Selphie said, laughing at Quistis look of horror. “Okay, okay I was joking.”
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