A/N: Before My Eyes Closed deals with mature themes, including a generous amount of erotica; please read at your own discretion. Having said that, I hope you feel this to be compelling and enjoy your read. This story is inspired by the song 'Monsoon' by Hippo Campus and the cover image is not mine- credit to the unknown artist.
Kyle whispers against my ear. "Let's go upstairs" he says, careful that no one else hears. He squeezes my hand.
I glance around the room that bustles with worn out music, dimly lit by a dingy light bulb on its way out; a dozen faces absorbed in conversation. I press the whiskey-coke to my lips and empty the cup. I feel Kyle's anticipation in his touch, heightened by the heat from the whiskey.
"One sec" I tell him and fill my cup once more before he leads me quietly upstairs.
We giggle like schoolgirls under our breath and his hand is still intertwined with mine. When we reach the top of the stairs, I can hardly contain myself. I pull him closer, inhaling him, absorbing him; it's not close enough, it's never close enough. Kyle hums softly against my neck and his hands rest on my shoulder blades. "The room at the end is free" he whispers against the shell of my ear. He didn't have to, no one could hear from downstairs. I think this as I finish my drink.
We invade somebody's bedroom and lock the door behind us, tangled in each other's breath; fingers through hair, lips against flesh. "Kyle" I say, it echoes in my head. I seat myself on the end of the bed and he pulls away to take off his clothes, one by one until he's completely exposed to me and I'm staring at him, lovingly I think, as if it were the first time I saw him naked. The first time he would push his modesty, his cheeks were hot and the light off was non negotiable. We keep the light off this time, so not to draw attention to ourselves, but boy do I wish I left it on.
"Stan, you're staring" Kyle says, he's grinning.
"Oh, right" I begin to unzip my jacket and he watches me tentatively as my clothes form into a pile on the floor with his.
He nears me and leisurely settles himself in my lap, arms around my shoulders and knees either side of my hips. He's so warm. I kiss the crook of his neck softly, the hot flesh burns passionately against my cheek. "You're so beautiful" I tell him between kisses.
His hands trail down my back and he rolls his head backwards. I hold him tighter, I can't let go.
The music and chatter from downstairs sounds like a stagnant hum, it's almost silent enough that I can hear my own heartbeat and the sound of skin against skin.
Kyle sighs into my touch before finding my lips and we kiss over and over again, eyes closed, we're somewhere else. I trail my hand down to his erection and palm it softly, earning a quiet mew and his hips rise ever so slightly into my hand. It isn't long before my back is against the mattress, I'm gazing up at him and I see the direction he's heading. I love it when he takes charge.
He makes sure I'm watching him when he puts his fingers in his mouth, up to his knuckles, pulls them out and then repeats several times. I watch, mouth agape, as he reaches behind and prepares himself. I want to help him but it's clear he just wants me to watch, and I do; I could watch for hours.
Kyle spreads his fingers against my chest and slowly eases himself onto my length, I'm unbelievably hard. I watch his eyebrows knit together and his eyelids flutter closed, he knows I'm watching. I'm also enjoying it, a lot. I want to pull him down closer but I also want to just lay here and take in the sight of him, all sweat, moonlight and freckles.
I groan as he quickens the pace and rakes his nails gently across my chest. My hands clamp around his waist and follow his lead, up, down, forwards, backwards, and please, don't stop. Eventually I'm at the pinnacle of my reverie, so is Kyle. He leans forward and presses his forehead against mine, we're breathless, sweaty, hot and intoxicated but his hips continue to roll against mine. I squeeze his thighs harder and feel my hips buck upwards with a little more force at this point, about to fall off the edge. He's trembling and moans my name in my ear. That was it for me, I come, kiss him, and continue gently rocking him back and forth against me until he shivers and comes over my stomach.
There is a moment of nothing but the sound of our comedowns where he gazes into my eyes, lips parted angelically. He retracts himself from my body and slowly gets to his feet. I wish I could hold him closer just a little longer. Nevertheless, I get up and wrap my arms protectively around him from behind, ghosting a kiss on his shoulder. I can hear him smile.
"I love you" I say "You know that, yeah?"
He turns around and presses his lips against mine before smiling. "I love you too."
Everything is so quiet, so gentle and tender. I could break this moment like glass.
"What time is it?" He asks as he dresses himself. I'm not in the same hurry but pull out my phone from my jeans to check. "Twelve fifteen" I reply.
"No way, we've been up here so long."
"Making love."
Kyle smiles at me again "I'm not telling my parents that's why I'm late" he chuckles in the dark, but my eyes have adjusted to see him. "Can you still drive me home?"
I really want to sleep. "It's so late, can't you just stay here?" I ask, but I know he's too good to break curfew anymore than he already has.
"I can't, I've got to go to temple tomorrow morning, I promised my mom" he paused, and add a little defensively "I'll walk if I have to."
"Ok, ok, I'll drive you" I rub my eyes and begin dressing myself, hoping that maybe Mrs. Broflovski wouldn't mind if I crawl into bed with Kyle once we get there.
"Thank you" Kyle kisses my forehead.
"Yeah yeah. Hey, put my jacket on, you'll catch your death."
"Don't be chivalrous" he titters but puts it on anyway.
We say goodbye to whoever is still awake downstairs. Token, Butters; Kenny who smirks knowingly, and then we're out in the night, navigating my car. The party was about a twenty minute drive out of South Park but it was late and quiet, there wouldn't be many people on the road.
Once inside, Kyle turns the heating on and fastens his seat belt. There's a small seed of worry in the pit of my stomach, and the way he's looking at me, could he feel it too?
He places his hand on my knee and soothes his thumb gently over the ridge. "I'm sorry" he says. I smile reassuringly at him, there's nothing I wouldn't do for him.
The last thing I remember is driving along the black tar road, the soft sound of Kyle's breath to the side of me, and the warmth of his hand on my knee before my eyes closed.