Merry Christmas Nathan! I hope you enjoy it. Like I said, I was going to write it for your birthday, but it wasn't going to wait that long. So you get it for Christmas instead. (Don't be surprised if I give you Christmas themed birthday fic. XD)
"Good morning Reilly! And happy birthday!" Kyle says waking Reilly from his sleep.
"For fuck's sake, why can't you let me sleep? It is my birthday," Reilly moans.
"I did. But I had to wake you to give you your present now, didn't I?" Kyle smirks. Reilly notices how cute Kyle is when he smirks like that.
"What time is it?" he asks, ignoring his observation of Kyle. It's difficult to stay angry with someone when you're focusing on how much you want to screw them.
"It's noon," Kyle answers, handing him a birthday card.
"Oh, yay. You got me a card. This couldn't have waited until I was awake."
"You are awake, dipshit. Besides, the card isn't the present. It's what's in the card that's the present. So read it."
Reilly opens the card expecting a gift card or cash or something of the like, but there is nothing of that nature to be found. Instead it's just a cheesy birthday card with a message written from Kyle in his horrid scrawl. It takes Reilly a moment to read it, but eventually he does. He blushes and Kyle smirks again knowing that Reilly got there.
"You can't be serious."
"Oh, I am, dammit. Now c'mon, man. I made plans. We're going to a restaurant and staying at a hotel."
"Fine," Reilly says, grinning and getting dressed. He is excited now. Kyle knows him too well, to give him this.
The restaurant, can you even call it that? It's more of a diner. Small. Nothing fancy. After all, they do live in the middle of nowhere. But the food at the diner is craploads better than the School's and Reilly is appreciative.
The diner doesn't have cake, so they have birthday pie instead. Kyle is a little drunk at this point and sings Reilly happy birthday. Twice. But that's a'ight, since Reilly hasn't celebrated his birthday since… when? Since he came to the School? He's celebrated once, maybe? Twice? He can't remember.
Reilly gets lemon meringue pie.
"You're a freak, man. I don't know how you can stomach that shit," Kyle tells him, eating good old "American Apple Pie."
"Five bucks says you don't keep you pie down and I keep mine down."
Kyle pauses for a moment. "You're on."
They enjoy their pie in silence for a while, and Reilly really does enjoy it. He doesn't know what it is about lemon meringue pie, but dammit, he needs a recipe for it. Kyle's mom is a good cook. He'll have to ask him if she has a recipe. But he'll have to wait a few days for Kyle to be sober and well, not hungover. That's okay. He doesn't really mind the wait.
They walk to the hotel, enjoying the cool night air. It's unusually chilly for the desert and Reilly wonders when Mother Nature decide to spare them of the heat. He thanks her silently.
"I love you, man. You know that?" Kyle says. Perhaps he's more drunk that Reilly realized at first.
"Maybe we shouldn't…"
"Fuck no, man. This gift is non-transferable and not returnable." He only slurs his words a little bit, and Reilly calms his worries, a bit.
They arrive at the hotel and, like most things in this shitty little town, it's not in great condition but it's damn well better than nothing.
Kyle goes and gets the room key from the front desk and they head off to enjoy themselves for the night.
Before they shut the door of the hotel room, Reilly has one thought. He'd damn well better not lose his pie on me.
And then the door is shut, and they have the room to themselves to do what they will.
The card? Well, it simply said:
Birthday sex.
Kyle.
It really didn't need to say much more than that for Reilly to get the message.
By the way, the next morning, Kyle owes Reilly five bucks and Reilly really needs a shower.