"I just can't understand it..." Kyle said as we sat at Stark's Pond, staring across the stagnant depths of the water and the setting sun in the distance. He shivered and shrunk into his coat a little more. His voice shook as he continued. "Kenny...why would Stan just leave like that?" I watched him closely. Tears welled up in his eyes and one spilled over. He blinked quickly and brushed it away.
"I don't know why Kyle, Stan's just...changed. There's nothing you could've done and it's not your fault. Please don't cry..." I said. It broke my heart to see him so sad.
"I'm not crying," he said defiantly, sniffling and swiping at his eyes again. "I'm his Super Best Friend! I should've...if I'd tried harder to understand..." I couldn't take it anymore. All of the things I ve thought and felt for him, because of him, are swirling around my brain in a dizzying blur. All of my confusion, my anger, my sorrow, my deep love, are finally taking complete control and there s nothing I can do to stop myself. I turn his face towards mine and kiss him. I was gentle, chaste, and pulled away after a few seconds. Kyle stared at me, eyes widening and a blush spreading across his face. "K-Kenny?"
"Stan's an asshole for doing this to you and he doesn't deserve you. And now he's gone Kyle. And...I've always sort of...felt this way about you deep down..." I looked down at my lap, afraid to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry Kyle...Please don't hate me..." I still couldn't look at him. I m such an idiot. I m filled with regret, even though kissing him is probably the best thing I ve ever experienced in my entire life. But at what cost? Have I torn our friendship apart? Will he never again see me the same way? I can t deal with this. I was starting to get up and leave when he took my hand and laced his fingers in between my own. I looked up at him then. He smiled and kissed me.
"I could never hate you Kenny. And why didn't you tell me sooner?" I could feel my heart swelling in my chest. His smile was so genuine and happy. It seemed as if his thoughts of Stan had been completely obliterated. I blushed a little myself, an uncommon experience for me.
"Well I...I thought that you and Stan were...you know..." I stuttered. Kyle's saddened face appeared again for a moment, causing me to momentarily regret mentioning Stan, before he shrugged.
"Maybe we could've been, but not anymore. It's too late now and he obviously doesn't care. We will probably never see him again. But I don't want to think of him right now Kenny, all I want to think about is you." The look on his face when he said that...I'd never known Kyle could make faces like that.
"Look Kyle, I don't want to just be your rebound guy. If we are gonna...be together...I don't want it to be just because you miss Stan." He looked hurt when I said that. Oh Kyle...
"I wouldn't do that to you Kenny. But if you want to wait...I'm okay with it I guess..." He smiled and kissed my cheek. "Just don't find someone else between now and then."
"Trust me, I won't."
After two weeks I couldn't stand the waiting anymore. I wanted so desperately to be with Kyle that it drowned out my fears that he only wanted me because he missed Stan. I ran to his house and pounded on his door. Mrs. Broflovski answered and said Kyle was upstairs. I raced to his room and flung open the door. He whipped his head around to look at me.
"Hey-" Before he could finish, I ran to him and passionately kissed him. He kissed back right away, one hand caressing my cheek. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his hat off, running my fingers through those luscious red curls. Every time I'd seen him over these weeks I'd wanted this, but been too afraid to act on impulse. Now I'm so glad I finally gave in. We stopped for air, our foreheads pressed against each other, breathing heavily. Kyle looked at me. "Umm...Maybe we shouldn't do this in front of an open door..." he whispered. I looked at his bedroom door, wide open because of my frantic desire. I laughed.
"Right. Go for a walk with me?" I asked. Kyle agreed and we left his house, heading for Stark's Pond. We sat in the same spot we had before, another sunset view ahead of us. Like no time had passed at all. "So, I'm ready now."
"Really? I couldn't tell," Kyle said with a laugh. He looked at me, his eyes glowing with happiness. I'd never seen him look at Stan like this. "I was going crazy waiting, but I didn't want to pressure you."
"Hehe, seems I've rubbed off on you eh? You were never so forward before, not to mention sexual." He blushed brightly and I kissed his flaming cheeks. "I like seeing this side of you." His blush darkened. He buried his face in my chest and I laughed. "What are you doing?"
"Hiding my face so you can't see my stupid blush," he mumbled into my shirt. I laughed and kissed the top of his head, wrapping my arms tightly around him.
"I like it when you blush. It's cute. And I want to see your face. Please don't hide it from me." He looked up at me, still blushing. I leaned down and kissed him. I can't believe I waited so long for this. I'm so glad I finally have him.
SEVEN YEARS LATER Kyle gasped loudly as I entered into him, breathing heavily and tightly gripping the bed sheets. I held him, one hand on either side of his hips, and tried my best to be gentle. "Am I hurting you?"
"Y...es...but...keep going..." he managed to gasp out. I did as he said and thrust into him, a cry escaping his trembling lips. "Kenny!" he screamed. I pushed deeper and I could feel his body shuddering beneath my hands, shaking with ecstasy. "Fuck!" I was moaning now too. I could feel myself just about to release. With a final thrust I climaxed inside him. I let out a shaky sigh as I slipped out of him. I flopped onto the bed next to him, playing lazily with his soft red curls. He turned to me. The smile on his face was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen; full of love and sleepiness and pure bliss. I kissed him.
"Happy Anniversary Kyle," I whispered. He curled up close to me, still completely naked, and smiled happily. His hand trailed along my chest, tickling slightly and raising the hairs all over my body.
"Happy Seventh Anniversary Kenny," he mumbled, that sleepy smile still present on his face. "I love you so much." I kissed his forehead.
"I love you too," I whispered as he fell asleep in my arms. I watched him sleep, the rise and fall of his chest, that smile lingering on his tender lips. I soon drifted off too, happy memories of the past seven years playing in my mind.
