The sound of the door closing felt loud and heavy in the darkened, empty room. I guess he decided to go out tonight, Kyle thought as he placed his keys into the bowl by the door. Kenny always made fun of him for doing that, but who had never lost their keys once in the two years they'd shared an apartment together? This fucking guy.
He casually opened the fridge to search for a snack, but closed it with a sigh. Their fridge was rarely full as most of the money they got their hands on went to rent and school supplies. Kyle had thought Kenny was crazy when he'd originally suggested they move out of school housing and rent an apartment together, but the man had been right. It was worth the occasional growling stomach for the freedom of having a place away from campus.
No one had been surprised when Kyle had went away to college. That had been a given since elementary school. However, the whole town had nearly rioted when news had gotten out that Kenny McCormick had somehow gotten into college and was going on a full scholarship. Kyle hadn't been shocked, though, as they'd been secretly studying together throughout high school. Kenny had come to him one day and told him that he had to make it out of South Park in order to save himself and Karen, and college was the surest way. He had decided to work his ass off and asked for Kyle's help since he was the smartest person in class. Kyle felt proud of his friend's effort, and their late-night study sessions had helped their friendship grow even stronger.
In all honesty, he'd be lying if he hadn't developed a tiny crush on his friend as well.
Kyle wandered into his room and shut the door. He dropped his backpack on the floor and flopped face-first onto his bed. It didn't take him very long to fall asleep.
Kyle's eyes fluttered opened when he heard his roommate's hushed voice in the living room.
"My roommate is out at the library tonight, so don't worry about anyone hearing us."
Oh shit! He doesn't know I'm here! Kyle thought, biting his thumb. This had never been an issue before since Kenny usually texted Kyle that he was planning to bring someone home so that Kyle could make arrangements. Kyle checked his phone. Nothing. Clearly this time Kenny had thought he'd still be out.
"It'll be nice to have the privacy, but I'm not very loud anyway." The voice was distinctly female.
"We'll see about that," Kenny laughed.
Kyle listened closely for the sound of his friend's bedroom door clicking shut, but it never came. What he did hear was soft, feminine moans that became increasingly louder in a short amount of time. He hopped out of bed and began to pace back and forth, uncertain of what to do.
That horny bastard! Kyle panicked. If Kenny had only moved into his bedroom, Kyle would have been able to slip out of the apartment without them knowing. Now he was stuck in his bedroom having to listen to his friend have sex with some random chick.
He sat on the edge of his bed and fell backward, rubbing his face with his hands. Kyle felt a bit jealous of Kenny. He was in the middle of a fairly long dry spell. He wanted to blame it on midterms, but those were weeks ago. He groaned into his hands. He wasn't sure what he should do while he was waiting for it to be over. Trying to go back to sleep was out of the question as he was wide awake now. He could try reading or studying, but the sound was too much to concentrate. He could try watching TV, but…
Kyle was fooling himself. He wouldn't be able to focus on anything right now, knowing that his friend was having loud sex on the couch they shared together at this very minute. Knowing his friend's pants were down around his ankles, his bare ass exposed to the cool air. Knowing that his mouth was exploring every piece of skin he could get to on his conquest for the night. Knowing that he was experiencing wonderful pleasure, and that beautiful sounds would be emanating from his throat. No, Kyle wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else right now with all that…
…goddammit. He moved his hands from his face and looked down his torso. He glared at his own erection staring back at him through his boxers. Well, that was certainly something he could do that he could easily concentrate on.
He felt his cheeks flush while he quickly grabbed a bottle of lube from his sock drawer and sat down by his bedroom door. He rested his head against the door so that he could hear as much as possible. The lube was cold in his hand, but it quickly warmed up as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to slowly stroke himself. He closed his eyes and imagine what the scene must look like as he listened.
He heard the woman loudly moaning out Kenny's name, but behind that, Kyle could hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh with every thrust that Kenny made. He could hear the throaty growls Kenny made, and it brought Kyle right to the edge.
"Oh god, I'm gonna come!" he could hear the woman saying. He was right there with her.
"That's it, baby. Come for me," Kenny purred.
Kyle's eyes shot open as he came into his hand. His orgasm felt like it was ripping through his body. He hadn't come that hard in a long time. He covered his mouth with his other hand to hide any noises he made, but it didn't matter much because the woman in the living room was practically shrieking as she had her own orgasm. Kyle held his breath as he waited, listening for Kenny to finish. He didn't have to wait long, and he chuckled as he heard his friend moan out loud with a few cusses sprinkled in.
Kyle smiled as he finished coming down from his high. That smile was immediately cut short by the reality that he was still stuck in his bedroom indefinitely, but now he had a hand covered in jizz and no access to a sink. He begrudgingly wiped his hand on his t-shirt before taking it off and throwing it into the dirty pile.
He returned to his door and listened to what was going on in the living room.
"The bathroom is right over there," he heard his roommate say.
Once Kyle heard the bathroom door close, he slowly opened up his bedroom door and wandered out, feigning that he had just woken up.
"Oh shit! Hey Kyle, I thought you were still out writing that paper. Sorry I woke you, man."
Kenny grinned and took a big bite of an apple that he had apparently brought home. His hair was disheveled and there were still some red scratches on his bare chest. He had pulled his pants back up, but other than that, he wasn't at all trying to hide that he had just had sex.
"Are you sure about that? You don't really look sorry. You look pretty fucking happy to me."
"I can be both. The two feelings aren't exclusive, asshole."
Kyle smirked and grabbed the apple out of Kenny's hand, taking a bite for himself before tossing it back at him. "I just need to use the bathroom and then I'm going back to bed."
"You're, uh, gonna have to wait a sec on that one. Kinda have a chick in there."
Kenny turned his head and gazed at the closed bathroom door. An impish grin spread across his lips. Kyle bit his own lower lip, wishing that Kenny would look at him like that some day.
"No shit, dude. She was so damn loud, that's what woke me up!" he lied.
Kenny laughed softly and turned back to Kyle with a wink. "I get results. I am really sorry that we woke you, though. I would've covered her mouth if I knew you were here."
"Whatever. I'll just wash my hands in the kitchen sink and pee later."
Kyle quickly washed his hands, and as he turned to walk back to his room, Kenny gave him a weird look.
"Do you always sleep in just your boxers? I thought you usually wore a shirt, too."
"Uh, I do…it's just that it was, uh, really hot in my room, so I took it off."
Kenny nodded and brought the apple up to his mouth for another bite. "Why does this apple suddenly smell like jizz?"
"GOODNIGHT!" Kyle yelled as he quickly opened and closed his bedroom door, his face the color said apple in Kenny's hand.