As soon as Zach started up the stairs, the unspoken question of how he was going to find George (knocking on rooms didn't seem the best way to do so) was answered and quite nicely. No searching required. And the grin was reciprocated on George's face as well. Getting laid hadn't particularly been on Zach's mind when he arrived, but it had arrived now, and he was liking it. And George was cute, and the way he talked and moved, yea, Zach was interested. And apparently lucky.
Inside the room, Zach didn't think words were much needed after the very clear statement below. And he pulled George right back against him as he leaned down and kissed him back. His hands went into that red hair. Zach had seen that hair and been wanting to play with it. His fingers twisted and twirled the hair around them, unconsciously helping make it easier to kiss.