Loving Hunter (ManxMan)

There are many things in the world that Zizi was in love with. Sunshine, the smell of paint, his orange tabby cat that he dubbed Merlin, food, sleep, comics, some books and the most important on the list is his best friend, Hunter Philips. Zizi doesn’t even know when he fell, wait no, scratch that. He does know when but that’s a different story for a different time. Every Thursday night since they met, was HuZi night. A name Hunter himself had come up with. It had been the cutest thing Zizi had ever heard. “What do you mean you can’t make it? It’s HuZi night!” Zizi tried to keep his anger and disappointment away. Resting on the center table of his sitting room were two medium boxes of Pizza, one Hawaiian, the other pepperoni. Two small boxes of chicken wings and two large pepsi, The Dominos red and blue logo over it. “Zi, I’m sorry but Christian surprised me after work and we are at Lavish.” Hunter said, huffing a little at the end. Zizi ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm down before he does something rash or say something he couldn’t take back. Lavish was the most expensive six star restaurant in town, seats have to be book weeks in advance and Zizi has been on the waiting list for three weeks now, he was going to surprise Hunter but like always he was beat to it. “It’s fine. Have fun.” “Zi…” “Honestly. I’ll just …” Zizi looks at the cartons of pizza on the table and holds back his sigh. “I’ll just order pizza for one. Have fun, Hunter.” Zizi doesn’t give hunter time to reply. He ends the call and tossed the phone to the love seat. He doesn’t need Hunter. He has enough food to feed himself into a coma and recorded episodes of The Resident to watch. He’s going to be fine. His heart was breaking or anything. He dug into the pepperoni pizza first, taking each bite aggressively. On the screen, Conrad was yelling as always and Zizi could relate. HuZi night always happened. It was the only time Zizi felt like Hunter was his. It has been like this for years. It had begun their freshman year. He and Hunter had chosen Thursday night because it was close to the end of the week and cleared their Fridays for dates and the likes. Thankfully it hadn’t been Fridays, f**k, Hunter would have cancelled every single time. No matter how much Zizi plans, he’s always late. One week Hunter’s dating, he swears off men for two days after the break up and by the time Zizi has gathered his courage, Hunter has found another boyfriend. It’s infuriating and hella frustrating. It takes Zizi two episodes of The Resident to finish the entire boxes of food. He even ate the Hawaiian pizza, okay, only half of it. That s**t was nasty and no matter how Hunter tries and tries to eat it. He had just pushed the cartons in the bin and was about to camp out in front of the television when his bell went off. Zizi wipes his hands down his sweatpants and made his way to the door, he taps the screen beside the door. His heart literally skips a beat when he sees Hunter through the tiny screen. He has half the mind to send him away. “I know you’re there. I can see your legs.” Hunter’s voice flit through the door. “And how was your date?” “Can we not do this through a close door?” Hunter huffs and Zizi couldn’t help but smile. Through the small screen he could see his friend pouting a bit. Zizi pulls open the door and Hunter walks in, a paper bag in hand. “I got you cold stone.” “I’m not buying what you’re selling.” Zizi shuts the door and walks past Hunter to get to the seating room. He falls onto the couch and plays the next episode. He hears Hunter puttering around before heading towards the direction of the rooms. Zizi waits, biting on his bottom lip and watching his series. He waits for twenty minutes until Hunter comes in, dressed in one of Zizi’s sweatpants and white shirt. “Zi…” Zizi doesn’t look away from the tv. Hunter comes to stand in front of Zizi, blocking Zizi’s view, forcing him to look up. “Grzegorz Hawkin, stop being petty and take your ice cream. I mixed cotton candy with white chocolate, kiwi, three cones crushed and mixed and jelly beans as topping.” Hunter falls into the space beside Zizi and curls up to him, his hand in Zizi’s shirt as he looked him in the eye. “It’s your favorite.” Zizi wasn’t weak. How could he with the man he was in love with curled up beside him, begging him to eat. So he couldn’t be blamed for reaching the ice cream. Zizi placed the large bowl between his legs, one hand to feed himself the other to rub a hand up and down Hunter’s side. Hunter’s skin was flushed pink and it had to be Zizi’s favorite thing. Hunter was an albino. A fair haired, blue eyed beauty, skin pale and a wonderful smattering of moles around his body that Zizi wants to connect with his tongue. “Thank you, babe.” Zizi says. “How was the date?” He feels Hunter shrug against his body. “I think this thing between I and Christian is coming to an end.” Zizi knows better than to be excited but he can’t help it. He holds onto Hunter tighter and even offers him a spoonful of ice cream. Maybe this time would be different, maybe this time he could immediately tell Hunter his feelings immediately after the break up or he could start planning now because he has an undefined number of days to profess his love to Hunter. “Do you mind if I stay over?” “Since when do you ask?” Zizi countered, shaking his head a bit. “You can have my bed.” “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”