It’s called truth or dare
If Zeke was never scared of Zel, he sure was now.
It was last night that the strong urge to make out with someone he possibly liked wore off- two hours, surprisingly, and nothing else happened. He couldn’t remember what else he was doing, but he must have been a real idiot going around the halls last night looking for a specific someone. Hopefully no one thought any less of him after the night’s events. And hopefully, nothing else would happen.
When he got up this morning to work at his desk again, he did the usual, geled his hair up in its everyday fashion (while thinking to himself he might need another trim sometime soon), put on his clothes and everything.
He was just fixing his jacket as he walked to his door when it burst open before he had a chance to turn the knob himself, and found himself before the last person he suspected.
“Oh, uh, hey, Zel-”
He wasn’t even able to finish his awkward greeting when the other had started getting closer and making Zeke back up. This was not the Zel he knew. He felt the edge of his bed behind his knees and he lost his balance quickly, and he fell backward, only catching himself with his arms behind him.
“Whoa, man, what’s up with you today?” Awkwardly laughing and attempting to push the other back in a not-forceful manner. He retracted his hands after touching bare skin. Oh, for god’s sake-
The question was posed to him: truth or dare. For some odd reason, he felt the need to just comply. He swallowed the lump in his throat and replied,
“Er, truth? Nothing too invasive, though, okay?”
Mirror Zel’s ever present grin widened as he leaned in closer to his victim, deft fingers pushing back Zeke’s blazer slowly to match the pace of his words. The ‘real’ one was still trying to find them, getting caught in his memories for the time being while he was free to do whatever he wanted. Granted that they weren’t interrupted. He slid his hands down the now bare arms of the blue-eyed male underneath him and let his eyes rake over the exposed skin. “Too invasive? Ah dun’ remember agreein’ to tha’, bu’ sure, les’ start off real easy, hmm?”
He just had to stall and push things until his other self came and he could leave them to their own devices. It was painful seeing this tentative dance of idiocy. It was actually as if everyone but they could see how they needed a huge kick in the arse to see the truth. Which was usually how it worked, but didn’t make it any less frustrating.
“Now, let’s see. Truthfully… do you like someone?” He knew the answer. Everyone knew the answer. But it wasn’t invasive. Too invasive. The questions were just going to get worse anyways. He just hoped that Zeke would get so ruffled that he asked for a dare. And then. Well. He had plans.
“Well, that’s-“
Zeke sort of shivered from the other’s touch (those were just his arms, gosh). The question was easy to answer, but it was difficult to admit. But rules were rules, and he had to say it out loud.
“Yes, I suppose,” he muttered, after another few moments of thought. He refused, however, to sound like some kind of virgin (well, he is, but still) who collapsed easily under pressure.
That was difficult, however, with the surprisingly warm hands that traveled down his arms. Once they reached his wrists, he went ahead and twisted his hands around the loose grip to hold onto the other’s wrists.
“So, is it my turn to ask, or do I have to pick truth again?” he challenged.
His grin faded into a smug smirk, pleased to see that Zeke was going to play along with him. At the movement, his eyes flickered down and then back up to his face before beginning to tap out a thoughtful rhythm on the other’s wrists. Zel sat back at the question with a throaty chuckle, slinging his other leg to rest on the bed so that he was settled comfortably in Zeke’s lap and then ground down hard, hands still clasped lightly in his victim’s grasp. He pressed himself closer to the warm body under him, weight forcing them both down so that they flopped back on the blanket, Zel propping himself up above him so that he didn’t completely smother him with his weight.
He kept up small rotations of his hips, grin fixed permanently on his face, “Ask away, darlin’. We have a time limit aftah all, yeh?”
Saying that Zeke was rather stunned and surprised by his friend’s actions was an understatement, but if he thought about them further he would make himself even more flustered than he already was. He had a sharp intake of breath and found his back flat against the bed that he had just fixed. His grip on Zel’s wrists loosened quite a bit as he felt his face heat up, and he tried to look at anything else other that the male on top of him.
That has got to be the first time Zel had referred to him as “darling” and it did nothing to calm him down. Then again, who would be calm in a situation where your friend had suddenly started making advances while pinning you down? And, what time limit? His mind was foggy and he concentrated instead on asking something hopefully substantial.
“Geez, ah- What’s gotten into you, man?” he asked. It may be a redundant question but he was genuinely curious and concerned.
His movements stilled, smile widening as he purred, head dropping so that he could nose around Zeke’s neck, tongue occasionally darting out to take a quick taste. Out of all the questions he could have asked, it was that. Forever thinking of his counterpart, how sweet.
He murmured against his neck, “Nuthins gotten into me, buh’ ah might nah’ be tha’ one ya really think ah ahm. Somethin’ abou’ mirrors. An’ me bein’ evil and a sex kitten? D’ya kno’ wha’ tha’ is?” With that, he bit down on Zeke’s neck, laving at it afterwards to soothe the sting and then pulling back with a smug look, “Dun’ answer tha’. Buh’ dun’ think tha’ yer precious Zel is differen’ than me. He’s jus’ good at denyin’ me.”
Blinking at the strange feeling, he looked down at himself, flickering in and out of existence to match with the footsteps echoing through the hallway. His smirk widened as he looked down at Zeke, leaning down to leave a surprisingly gentle kiss on the side of his mouth before drawing back. “Thas’ i’ fer me, ah suppose. Nice ta make ur acquaintance an’… truth r’ dare?”
When Zel hurried to make his way down the hallway, he had to catch himself before doubling over, eyes blinking rapidly at a rush of— something. He rubbed at his eyes, finally feeling — strangely complete but pushed on, needing to see Zeke. But when he turned into the doorway, he blinked, taking a step backward at the sight. “Uh—- er’————- y—ya ‘kay…Zeke…?” He looked kind of…………busy. “Ah cud’— come back latuh’—- “
“What…?” Oh, now THAT was enough to make Zeke try and push his ‘friend’ away a bit more. Just the fact that he mentioned he might not be Zel was enough to cause him to do so. But the weight was still an issue and he wasn’t getting out of it any time soon.
The bite on his neck didn’t hurt too much (again, he’s felt worse) but what bothered him was that it was intimate, and he knew Zel wouldn’t do this. Never his Zel. For god’s sake, why’d he even agree to this? Because he knew that somewhere deep inside of him, he liked his friend in that way, and he’s been denying it all this time.
But he was always too scared of what Zel would think, and the other would probably push him away and distance himself even more. He didn’t want that. He just wanted things to be normal between them, no conflict of any sort that would break their friendship, especially one that’s lasted for so long now.
He was brought out of his thoughts when the ‘evil Zel’ started flickering in and out of reality and he could feel the weight being lifted off of him. What was left of the mirage was a small kiss that lingered on the corner of his mouth.
And then the real Zel had to decide at that moment to step into his room, and Zeke, red-faced, put on his jacket quickly and got up meet his friend, crush, whatever, who was about to flee the scene.
“Hey! Zel- N-No, I’m fine, I was just- Never mind what that was a couple of seconds ago, that…” He tried to say something coherent but mumbled quick words instead. He paused, and breathed. Then, “Okay, we need to talk.”
Zel nodded hesitantly and then froze. Was— there something bad that had happened? He stepped forward, hand reaching out and eyes already checking him for wounds, “Uh— a—alrigh’?? Are— are ya’ ‘kay? Didja git hurt r’sumthin’—??” He paused though, realizing how serious Zeke looked and almost shrunk back. What could be so wrong? Had he done something wrong— did it have to do with that funny feeling in the hallway? He really, really prayed not. What if he had done something awful to his best —friend?
He didn’t think he could bear that.
“Hurt? What- No! No, I’m fine,” Zeke replied, letting out a long sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, for once not caring if he messed it up. That Zel earlier already did. He’ll just fix it again, like nothing happened. “I’m fine, yeah…”
He saw the look in his friend’s eyes and he could feel panic already rising to his throat and starting to block his airways. No, no, no, fix it, Zeke, goddamn- You want to lose the only friend you could truly relate to?
“Anyway, er, you…” he looked from beyond the open door and gently grasped the other’s wrist in his hand, slowly tugging him inside. With his free hand he rubbed the back of his neck and gave a somewhat forced sheepish smile to hide his sudden nervousness. “Best if we talk about it in here, I think. C’mon.”
Zel followed him compliantly, still a little slow but trying to keep up as much as he could. When Zeke smiled, he instinctively relaxed, but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes making Zel frown, standing there expectantly.
"Um-- s'nah gon' be anythin' good, is it?" He tried to keep his voice the impassive neutral it usually was, but he was terrified. He couldn't really think of anything this could be about. And be so serious. Unless it--- had to do about what had been worrying him for a while. But that couldn't be it. He made so sure to make sure Zeke wouldn't be able to tell and they could just continue the way they were.
