Young Americans

After a few beers it was easier to convince Stan to dance. Kyle put Young Americans by David Bowie, one of those many albums they'd just discovered separately but somehow simultaneously, in his room's CD player (actually his dad's from ten years ago). Stan was deliberately awkward at first, but Kyle just danced and smiled at him.

They were no great dancers, but once Stan started smiling too that didn't matter. They could close their eyes and wobble around, pumping their arms kind of like babies. They both knew the music, so they could suddenly open their eyes and give each other wide-eyed grins, pointing at the stereo in anticipation of a particularly awesome or stupid moment. They could sing along as they gyrated around the room.

By the end of the first song they were dancing a little closer. As the second, slower one began, they opened their eyes and looked each other for a second, grinning euphorically from singing along and laughing. Suddenly Kyle reached out, put his hand behind Stan's head, and quickly pulled him in for a kiss. As soon as their lips touched, Stan pulled back in horror.

"Ah! What?!" he said.

"Oh come on, don't be like that," Kyle said, unconcerned.

"No!"

"Stan, who cares," Kyle told him.

Unconfidently, Stan swayed to the music.

David sang huskily, "Slow down, let someone love you..." "See?" Kyle said, repeating the line.

They drifted closer again, so slowly they hardly noticed when their bodies touched. Stan's hand settled on Kyle's side, while Kyle's came up around Stan's back to rest on his shoulder. They swayed together now, slowly. Kyle sighed into the crook of Stan's neck. "Fascination" began, and Kyle kissed Stan's skin for the first time in their lives.

During that song they danced separately again, and the smiles came back. "Come on come on come on come on," they mouthed urgently with Bowie. It was getting hot, so Kyle toon off his pants. Stan reached over and hit the lights, so there was just the moonlight coming around the curtain.

At "Right" they got close again. Stan had taken his pants and shirt off, so Kyle wiggled out of his Led Zep tee. He kissed Stan's neck and ear, while Stan's lips ghosted nervously over his flesh.

When "Somebody Up There Likes Me" came on, Stan said, "God, I love this song."

"David seriously should've began gay," Kyle said.

He felt Stan smile though he couldn't see it.

He could also feel Stan's gently-curved hard on through his briefs. He couldn't help moaning into Stan's shoulder, though he was fearing his mom might come in at any moment to complain about the volume of the music. She would definitely not be cool with this. Trying to put that thought out of mind, he pulled away for a second to look Stan in the eyes. Stan had a slight smile. As "Across the Universe" began, they shared their first real kiss. He felt Stan's tongue run across his bottom lip, and opened his mouth for him. It was too difficult for the inexperienced kissers to make out while dancing, so they stood still, hard ons touching, separated by two thin layers of cotton. Kyle had never been so turned on, and he'd never imagined holding another's body could feel so good.

Why had he always been alone till now?

Because he only loved Stan.

"Can You Hear Me," the album's most beautiful song, deepened their kiss. Kyle's overconfidence from the first track had vanished; now he felt fragile-but Stan was too, so it was okay.

As "Fame" started, they gently lay down on top of each other on Kyle's bed, continuing their kiss. However this night affected their friendship, Kyle was happy and expected only the best.