Life Is Messy

Stan drove them both back to join their family. They had already been gone for a long enough time. They hadn't said a word to each other since Kyle ran to the bathroom to throw up.

Stan wasn't sure if he should be concerned or angry at Kyle's behaviour. He was still puzzled at Kyle's actions. Stan could understand if Kyle had just been too nervous, but to take it out on Stan, he couldn't understand that.

Kyle fell back in his seat. He didn't want to be anywhere near Stan right now. The weird thing for Kyle was that he couldn't explain his behaviour any better than Stan could understand it. Kyle just didn't feel good. What else could he possibly say? Stan would understand, Kyle hoped.

Their family had instructed them to go straight to the airport after they got changed. It was a farther drive than going from the restaurant to their house. They had more time to sit in awkward silence.

Kyle sighed heavily with his head pressed against the window. Stan stole a glance to see if Kyle was ready to talk yet. "Kylie..." Stan started.

"No."

"No, what, Kylie?"

"Just no. No Kylie. No whys. No talking." Kyle didn't even bother to look at Stan as he spoke.

"Are you alright?"

"No."

"What's wrong?" Stan was now concerned.

"No talking." Kyle huffed out angrily.

"There's not that much time that we have together."

"That's fine."

That hurt Stan. Kyle didn't even want to spend time with him. The love of his life was hurting and there was nothing he could do about it. He knew Kyle well enough to know that if there were something really wrong with him, he would just shut down and not talk about it. Stan still hadn't found a way to break him out of that.

"Kylie, you don't mean that."

"Yes I do! Just forget about it!" Kyle was yelling now. He liked things his way. If Stan didn't give it to him his way, Kyle would shut down farther.

Stan knew he would need to wait for Kyle to come around and talk to him before he was going to get anything out of him. They had a whole week, but that was too long for Stan. Stan gave Kyle one finally look before turning to the road. Kyle was silently letting tears fall down his cheeks.

They finally arrived at the airport. Kyle walked with his head down beside Stan. Stan could see the pain on his face. Stan spotted his family waiting at the gate. They walked over.

"What took you guys so long?" Robert asked.

Stan shrugged absentmindedly.

"Ready to go Kyle?" Sheral asked.

"Yep. Lets go." Kyle said, still no emotion in his voice.

"Well, we still have another twenty minutes." Sheral replied.

"Oh." Kyle said. He walked away and sat in a chair.

Everyone stared at him. "What's wrong with him?" Sheral asked Stan the question that everyone was thinking.

'I was giving him a hand job, and then he just started freaking out.' Stan was thinking. What he actually answered was, "I really don't know. He just got like that."

"That makes no sense, Stanley." Kenny commented.

'Why the hell are you telling me this for?' Stan sighed then replied with, "I know. I don't get it."

Stan didn't want to have to play twenty questions. He wanted to talk to Kyle; more so, he wanted Kyle to talk to him. Stan knew that neither of those were going to happen, so he decided to sit in the chair a seat over from him. Kyle didn't look up. Stan couldn't even tell if Kyle was mad that Stan sat next to him. Stan could hear Kyle sniffling. He listened to it as if it were music for the next twenty minutes.

"Kyle, come on sweetie, we need to go." Sheral called to Kyle.

Sheral was giving the last of her good-bye hugs to everyone. She gave a kiss to Robert. After, Robert called Kyle over to him. "What? No hug buddy?"

Kyle forced himself over to his adoptive father. It wasn't that he wasn't going to miss his family; it was more that he just wanted to be by himself at the moment. "Bye, dad." Kyle said as he gave his adoptive father a hug.

Next, Kyle had to hug Kenny and Ike. Kenny whispered to him to cheer up. That didn't help. Stan was the only one left. Everyone was watching which meant that Kyle was forced to hug Stan, whether he wanted to or not.

Stan warily took his lover in his arms. He didn't want Kyle to get more upset than he already was. Stan held Kyle. This was the last chance he would have to hold him for a week. "I'm sorry. I never should have pressured you into it." Stan whispered into Kyle's ear.

Kyle immediately pulled out of his hug. 'Oh, no, I shouldn't have said anything.' Stan thought to himself.

Kyle didn't turn away, though. He just stood there staring at Stan. Kyle finally understood what his bazaar behaviour was doing to Stan. "Don't be." Kyle quietly, but sincerely whispered to Stan. Stan was shocked. "I still love you." Kyle pulled Stan back into another hug.

Stan wanted to ask Kyle what it was that was bothering him now. He finally had started to open up; it was just a little too late. Sheral escorted Kyle onto the plane.

Stan waved to Kyle until he was out of sight. Just like that, he was gone.

Kenny walked up to Stan. "What did he say to you?" Stan wasn't paying any attention to him. "Stan. Stan. Stanley!"

"What?" Stan finally heard him.

"What did Kyle tell you?"

"Nothing. Good-bye." Stan lied. Kenny always knew when Stan was lying.

"Sure." Kenny dropped it.

Separation Day 1 Friday Night

"Stan." Robert grabbed his son's shoulder.

"Whoa. Oh, what?" Stan said coming back to reailty.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, why?" Stan didnt mean for it to have come out the way it did. His father gaving him a warning look.

"You just seem out of it." Robert answered.

It was true. Stan had been too busy dealing with his own thoughts to pay attention to anything around him.

"You ready?" Robert asked.

"For what?" Stan honestly couldn't remember that there was anything he had to do today.

"The radio interview." Robert replied.

"But how are we going to do a radio interview without Kyle? " Stan blurted out.

"Simple. Show up. Answer questions."

Stan sighed. He didn't want to be bothered. He was well aware of how being in this band was going to conflict with his relationship with Kylie. "Its just this one today, right? We don't have anything to do later?" Even knowing that they would have to go long periods of time ignoring each other that way, Stan didn't realize that he would also not be allowed to even think about Kyle.

"Not that I know of. Thought that maybe you and your brothers would enjoy a nice quiet day at home. I can fire up the grill and cook some steaks. You kids can pick out a movie." Robert wanted to cheer Stan up. He didn't know what was bothering him. Normally, Stan would go to his older brother or even speak to his dad if something was seriously bothering him. Stan made no attempt to this time however. Stan had been like this the whole day.

Kyle had been gone for a few hours now. Stan and Kenny finished their interview. They drove back to their house. Kenny and Ike were messing around in the living room. Robert had gone out to the store to pick up some food and stuff for dinner.

They rarely had chances like these to just sit at home and be a family. Stan just moped on the couch in front of the Tv. He wasn't even paying attention to what was playing.

(Stan's POV)

Kyle made no sense. He was mad at me when I started to return the favour. Did he not want me yet? He was so intense when he was giving me a blowjob. Was I doing something wrong? Maybe he doesn't want to be with me any more than just being brothers. He told me that he still loved me, he could have meant just as like brothers. How would I ever survive if my lover doesn't even want to be with me anymore?

Stan let a tear fall. This caught Kenny's attention. Kenny wanted to talk to Stan to see what was going on with him. Kenny knew that Stan would never open up to him with Ike in the room.

"So what do you want to do now, Ike?" Kenny asked.

"I dunno. Watch SpongeBob." Ike asked cheerfully.

"Well, Stan's watching Tv in here so why don't you go to my room and watch it in there." Ike gave Kenny a huge smile because he was allowed in his older brothers room. Kenny barely noticed.

Kenny sat beside Stan on the couch. Stan looked up. He couldn't help but think about how Kyle was sitting there not five hours ago and what Kyle was doing to Stan. Stan couldn't look Kenny in the eyes.

"Stanley, whats wrong?" Kenny began. "You've been all sulky ever since Kyle left. This isn't like you."

Stan could tell that the whole thing must have seemed weird to his family. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Stan, you know I can always tell when you're lying."

"I'm not lying!" Stan got worked up. He didn't know how else to deal with the situation.

"Quit yelling. We're just talking." Kenny was surprised at Stan's sudden outburst. Stan could have a temper if he got angry enough, but for the most part, he was just a happy-go-lucky kid. "It's not healthy to keep these things bottled up inside."

"Kenny!" Stan yelled again. Then, he realized that he had just yelled at Kenny, again, lowered his voice. "I'm sorry. I just don't feel like talking right now is all."

"Okay. When you do, I'll be in my room with Ike." Kenny got up and left.

Stan sighed. A thought crossed his mind, maybe Kylie had called. Stan's phone was in his room. He ran to get it as if were ringing. Stan flopped down on his bed and ripped the flip open. All that shone through was a picture of his dog on his background.

No phone calls missed. No new text messages.

Stan had been thinking about Kyle all day and Kyle couldn't so much as text him. Stan figured Kyle was still being difficult. Stan texted him a quick message.

Love you 2. Nvr got 2 say it b4. Howz the convent? ;) ~Stan

Stan waited patiently for the phone to begin vibrating. Nothing. Ten minutes had gone by that Stan had been waiting patiently.

"Dinner!" Robert yelled from the kitchen. Stan hadn't even notice him come in. Stan grabbed his phone and headed to the dinner table. At least eating might take his mind off Kyle for awhile.

"Everything looks great dad." Kenny drooled as he stepped into the kitchen.

Stan didn't feel hungry. He ate breakfast this morning and that was all. He just couldn't bring himself to eat. He was too upset.

Everyone jumped in after their dad said grace. Stan pushed his food around his plate and took a few small bites.

Buzz. Buzz. Stan jumped slightly. His heart pounded. He finally was going to hear from Kyle.

Convention is going great! I already made a few friends. Wish u were here. -Kyle
Cool! I miss you! ~Stan

Minutes passed before Stan got another message.

Um I still don't really want 2talk2 u, tho. Bye. -Kyle
Y?! Do u hate me or something? ~Stan
what? No. I love u! I just don't feel like talking about earlier. -Kyle
then lets not talk bout it. Tell me bout ur new friends. ~Stan

Kyle and Stan texted back throughout all of Stan's dinner. Stan kept his phone in his lap so no one would notice. He must not have been doing a good enough job because his dad walked up behind Stan as he was cleaning the table off.

"Stanley. You know how I feel about phones at the dinner table."

Shit. Stan looked up at his adoptive dad who was towering over him. "Sorry dad."

"No wonder you barely touched your plate." Robert held his hand out to take Stan's phone.

Stan wasn't going to let his dad have his phone. One: Stan wouldn't get it back for a few days. Two: What if Kylie left a nasty message and his dad read it. "Dad, I'm sorry. I'll put it away." Stan placed it in his jean pocket.

"Stan, give me your phone." Robert asked lightly for a first warning.

Stan gave his dad the puppy dog look. Robert's mind didn't change. Buzz. Buzz. Stan reached back it to his pocket to pull it out. "Dad, its only Kyle."

"Stan, last time I am going to ask."

"When do I get it back?" Stan asked. He was about to text Kyle and tell him that he wouldn't have his phone, but Robert snatched it out of his hands.

"When I decide to give it back to you." Robert turned the phone off as soon as he got it.

Thank god. Stan knew that his adoptive father, being the disciplinary of the two, wouldn't give it back for about a month. "Dad, please." Stan begged.

"Stanley, I've had enough of this. Eat your food. I don't want you to move until you're done."

Stan muttered under his breath, "What, am I five?" He instantly regretted it.

"What was that?" Robert leaned over Stan." I don't care what age you are. You act like a five year old, you'll be treated like one, and you know what five year olds get for throwing tantrums?"

Stan looked wide eyed. 'He can't be fucking thinking of spanking me!'

"That's right; spankings." Robert was even talking to the seventeen year old as if he were five. "Keep up with the attitude."

Kenny was standing at the doorway to the kitchen. He was there long enough to have clearly heard his adoptive father's threat. "Um... dad?"

"Yes, Kenny?" Robert turned away from Stan, who was cowering.

"Did you need any help with the dishes?" Kenny shyly asked.

"Actually, if you wouldn't mind." Robert picked up his shoes and slipped them on. "I'm going to go take Ike to pick out a movie. Can you finish for me?"

"Yeah, of course, dad." Kenny agreed.

"And could you keep an eye on your brother. Make sure he finishes all that before I get back."

"Who? Stan?" Kenny hadn't been asked to watch over Stan since they were kids. Kenny often babysat Kyle and Ike. Kyle not as much though.

"Yeah Stan. And Stan, no phone use." Robert called Ike over so he could get him ready. "That plate better be finished, not thrown in the trash, by the time I get home, or I promise you, you will not like the consequences."

Their dad left with Ike. Stan got up from the table and headed for his room.

"Stan, what are you doing?" Kenny called out before Stan left the room.

"I just want to be left by myself, okay?" Stan faced Kenny.

"You heard dad."

"Kenny, I really don't care if I get grounded. He already took my phone away." Stan sighed, feeling hurt enough that he couldn't see Kyle and now he wasn't allowed to talk to him either.

"That wasn't what I heard would happen if you didn't finish it." Kenny replied.

"What? You know that dad wouldn't spank me. I'm sixteen. He hasn't even spanked Kyle in a year or so."

"What are you talking about?" Kenny looked confused. Kenny knew that Kyle was a lot closer to Stan than to him. "Dad spanked Kyle last weekend."

"What? Why?" Stan had never heard of this.

"Kyle lied to dad about where he was the other night. That night that you went to Cameron's party, Kyle told dad he was going to go over to Mike's house. Mike came by an hour later wanting to hang out with Kyle."

"Where did he say he was?" Stan asked. He remembered that night well. He and Kyle had gone to the beach. It had been late enough that no one would notice the two of them alone. Stan took Kyle back home and Stan went over to Cameron's so it wouldn't be obvious if they came home at the same time.

"He said he was with a girl."

"Kylie has a girlfriend?" Stan chuckled at the thought.

"Anyway," Kenny began again, "you're going to finish your food."

"No, I'm going to bed. Kenny quit playing babysitter."

"I'm not playing babysitter. I just know that you've been in a bad mood all day and I don't want you to get into any more trouble because of your attitude." Kenny said gently.

"Ken, I already told you, I'll be fine."

"You know what? Whatever you do, fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."

"Stanley! Get in here now!" Robert called for him to go to the kitchen. Robert had just walked through the door and had already found Stan's plate sitting exactly where he left it.

"Yeah?"

"Want to explain this to me son?" Robert indicated the plate full of food.

"Kenny didn't wash it." Stan answered sarcastically.

"I've had enough of your attitude. Go to your room."

"Wasn't I just in there?" Stan rolled his eyes and walked back to his room.

"Kenny, go ahead and put the movie in I'll be in, in a minute."

"Dad, there's something not right with Stan today. He hasn't been the same since Kyle left."

"What's your point Kenny?" Robert asked. He had been in a good mood all day and comes home to having to deal with his teenager's attitude.

"To take it into consideration."

"Okay." Robert sighed. There was not a single good excuse for being disrespectful to one's father, but he knew that Stan was having a hard time dealing with something.

Robert walked to Stan's bedroom. He opened the door without knocking. Stan was lying on his back on his bed. Robert stood over Stan's body. "Sit up." Stan complied. Robert sat beside him. "Do you have anything you would like to say?"

"Nope."

"Stan, look whatever is bothering you, you know you can tell me."

"Why did you spank Kyle?" Stan blurted out.

"What? Why?"

"Because, that's what's bothering me."

"Because he lied to me and gave me an attitude as well, just as you are." Robert sighed. He knew that wasn't what was really bothering Stan. He gave him one last chance.
"Stan, what's really bothering you?"

"I already told you."

"Kyle being punished? Why does this matter so much to you?"

"Because he was with me that night. I dropped him off home after we found out you called him. I really don't know why he lied about it."

"What were you guys doing?"

Stan's heart pounded by the way his adoptive father asked that question. Now he realized why Kyle must have lied about it. He didn't want questions to be asked about what they were doing. Now what was Stan going to say they were doing? Kyle told him that he was out with a girl. "Out with girls."

"Doing what?"

"Dad! Stuff!" Robert took the hint that it was teenage stuff that Stan wouldn't want to talk about.

"Okay, but he still gave me an attitude. Why are you being so over protective of him? Kyle's old enough to start handling things on his own."

The adoptive brothers had their own unwritten law that said whenever one of them is going to get in trouble, especial a spanking or grounded for a long time, the others are to stand up for them. Kenny had stood up for Stan, even when Stan refused to obey him. Stan didn't have to hear Kenny say it to know that he did. Stan, being Kyle's boyfriend, felt even more obligated to stand up for Kyle. Plus, Stan knew how much Kyle hated to be spanked; hated it. He would rather be grounded for a year than to get any kind of spanking. Stan realized how much Kyle loved Stan to get a spanking from their dad than to say anything about him and Stan being alone together.

"Stan, you ready?"

"Ready for what?" Stan got nervous.

"Son, you disrespected me, disobeyed me and talked back to me. You don't think that warrens for some form of punishment?"

"How long am I grounded for?"

"A month from your phone." Stan couldn't help but let tears fall.

"I'll take the spanking then." Stan couldn't go that long without his phone. How would he talk to Kylie?

"Oh, you're already getting one of those."

"Dad..." Stan whined. He deeply regretted making that offer so quick. "But..."

Robert grabbed a hold of Stan's wrist and pulled him over his lap. Stan kicked and begged to be let go, but his father held him down. Robert reached down and undid his belt buckle while keeping Stan held firmly down.

"No. Please, dad I'm sorrrry!" Stan yelled the last part as the leather came down on his jeans.

"Stan, how many times have I ever used my belt on you?" Robert asked Stan as he laid another stripe on him.

Stan forced himself to answer his fathers question. He figured that the punishment would be over sooner that way. "More than anyone else." That was the only number that Stan could come up with.

"Thats not a number." Robert gave him another lash. Robert was taking his time punishing Stan. This way he could get his point across without having to give him more swats.

"I don't know!" Stan said. The last one hurt. He was used to his dad hitting them hard for a set number, then he would stop to lecture. This time there was a pause between each swat. He couldn't tell if he was going to get less or more.

"This makes ten. " Robert added another swat. Stan flinched. He tried to escape. He didn't want anymore. "How many spankings have I given you?"

"A lot." Stan was tired of his fathers game.

"So what do you think you do differently to get my belt?"

Stan was about to answer, but he got another smack. This one was faster and on his sit spot. He wanted to brake free. He wiggled. The only thing this did was earn him another swat. "Fuck." Stan couldn't help himself. It was either that or cry.

Robert heard the boy use the foul word under his breath. Robert pulled Stan up by his shirt collar. He hauled him over to the bathroom.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it. Sorry." Stan was crying now. He didn't even care. He would do anything from having to stick that bar of soap in his mouth that his dad was holding out for him. Stan made the mistake of saying no to the soap while his dad still held the belt. Robert turned Stan around and landed two hard, fast swats to his upper thighs. Stan threw his hands back to rub his stinging bottom.

"Open." Robert ordered. Stan didn't move, Robert tightened his grip of his belt and brought it up in the air. Stan forced his mouth open. Robert placed the bar of soap in his mouth. "Close." Stan obeyed this time. Robert looked down at his watch. "One minute."

Stan started to gag at the bar of soap. Robert warned him that if he spit it out, time would restart. Stan felt like he was being treated like a little kid. What was the big deal if he wanted to swear? He was almost an adult.

After a long, hard minute, Stan was allowed to spit out the bitter tasting soap. Stan turned the facet on and was about to wash the suds out of his mouth, but Paul pulled him away. "No you don't. You've got ten more hard ones coming to you. Go lay over your bed. Pants down."

Stan was having a hard enough time with no water, let alone, ten more swats coming.

"Daddy, please... I'm sorry. I was back talking. That's why I got the belt. I'm sorry!"

"That sounds like a much better answer than the one I got last time." Robert allowed Stan to keep his pants on because of that.

Oh Kylie.. Stan thought, as the belt swat twice at his bottom once again.

Okay! Yaay! I need to upload another chapter for ' A Whole New World. ' writers block on that story. My gosh already too? Lol Okay Well Review? Oh and I have been inspired for another OneShot uploading tonight? Maybe. If I'm lucky.