Coming Out, a Kyle's Briefs and Boxers ficlet
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyle XY, but don't you wish you did?
Despite my abilities, it never occurred to me to be an Olympic athlete. Aside from the obvious repercussions of fame and possible fortune, there undoubtedly would be the increased risk of exposure to the greater outside world. How would Latnok react to my participation in such an event?
Decisions, decisions.
(Joke monologue, but what inspired that huh?)
After a brief curse, she asked him, "Kyle, wait up! I forgot my purse in the lounge."
Kyle stopped and stared at his co-worker. She never lied and yet here she had. Was she too lying just to get over the fact tonight was his last day? It didn't make sense but with everyone lying today, Kyle was at his wit's end trying to fathom a reason for their sudden obsession.
When he said nothing and just stood there, Mel turned to him and said, "Can you accompany me, Kyle?"
Always a sucker to help a friend, even a distant one like a co-worker, he said, "Sure," and took her proffered arm as they walked briskly toward the lounge. She smiled at him and yet avoided his eyes.
Kyle's ears picked up rustling in the lounge and quite a surprising number of heartbeats in the lounge as they approached. They had yet to take the last corner to get there when he stopped her and said, accusingly, "You've planned a surprise get together for me? In the lounge?" He was massively surprised, floored actually. A grin split his face and Mel smiled in return, but this time squarely into his eyes.
I had spent three months in an accelerated medical residency as part of my three part major in med school. I was on the last day of my residency when my co-workers – and employer – surprised me with a farewell party. The only thing that had even remotely tipped me off had been the frequent lying.
"Ah crap! How did... Never mind, you figured it out like you do everything else." There was never any doubt she meant harm with that comment; there was only praise and admiration in her voice. He ignored the extra little hints like he had ignored them every day since he'd arrived. She pulled at his arm to slow. "Please pretend you're surprised."
A knowing smile reappeared on his face. "Of course."
When he went into the room behind Mel he acted his heart out and got an appreciative glance from Mel. After the cake and the 18 carat gold pocket watch, engraved with his initials and the little message, 'The sky's the limit.'
The party didn't last particularly long, especially considering how long the working hours were at the hospital. However, he made sure to thank everyone for coming and for having worked with him during the last three months.
Mel wasn't the only girl who required a long hug from him. In fact, one guy had too. It only later crossed his mind as to why. He shook the thought away because it simply didn't matter. At home he had his choice of two beautiful, gifted women.
Mel, Gail, and Dez (short for Desirée) accompanied him to his car after the party had finished.
As he put his hand on the handle of the door, Dez said, "Oh Kyle, I'm so sad that you're leaving us!"
Kyle could feel her pain and was dismayed that she was actually telling him the truth. "You are very talented Dez and will make a fine doctor."
"Maybe we'll eventually work together somewhere?" she asked, with little hope.
Kyle gave her a small smile and lied, "Maybe we will Dez." He turned his attention to the other two. "Maybe I'll work with all of you at some time." He saw that Mel had tears in her eyes.
Gail stepped forward as he opened the door on his rental. The hospital was paying for it as part of its going away present. The Director personally had taken notice of his work, which was at once gratifying but also troubling. He didn't want to attract too much attention and yet seemed to be unable to keep it from happening.
"Please Kyle, one last hug," said the fiery red head, her arms open wide.
Gail's last three hugs had been a little too languorous for his taste and made him notice her femininity a little too much. He felt bad really, but didn't want to give her – or Dez for that matter – the wrong idea. "If I gave you another hug Gail, I'd have to give one to both Mel and Dez." When Dez nodded vigorously and Mel cast her eyes down to her shiny black shoes, he continued, "You all know I have a beautiful girl at home and giving you hugs will just give you the wrong idea." None of them knew he had two beautiful girls at home and he had yet to pick between them. Although he liked these three very much, there was no way he'd let himself get stuck having to pick between five women.
He suddenly sensed angry determination from Gail. He realized a little too late that he probably should have given her that final hug. He smiled to each of them in turn, said, "Good bye, it's really been a pleasure to meet and work with you all."
Before he could close the door though, Gail pounced on him and landed on his lap. As she started to right herself she grabbed him and made him feel like a squeeze toy. He was furious with her for abusing his good nature. "Girls, let's give him a present he'll never forget!" yelled Gail.
Dez hooted at this and climbed into the passenger door and lifted her top, revealing a bra as dark as her skin.
Kyle sat there, frozen, unable to decide what to do. As Gail and Dez planted ferocious kisses all over him – and tore his shirt to pieces, as well as started opening his pants – Kyle noticed that Mel had yet to make a move. Their eyes locked and he tried to plead with her for assistance.
But Mel's eyes fell back to her shoes as she turned away in a run.
Both Gail and Dez had his pants down to his knees in less than a minute and they were barely clothed too. They groped and poked and giggled in a manner that angered him. The sensations were strange and new – and remarkably, utterly astounding – but he did not want to share his virginity with these two.
As Gail grabbed him and sat on his lap facing him, he quickly learned she had shed the last of her clothes.
She planted a ferocious kiss on his lips and bit his lower lip hard.
Yet strangely he felt very little pain. The doors opened of their own accord and the women started shrieking as they floated unceremoniously to the ground. The doors closed and locked themselves immediately while his clothes – or what was left of them – came to him. Awkwardly and difficultly he put on his clothes, ignoring the screams and yells of rape outside.
He drove off without a second glance, and drove all the way to Seattle instead of taking the flight that had been purchased for him. He'd pay whatever additional charges there were for the car. To think he just might have been raped by two women he had thought highly of. He was in shock for almost two hours.
***
He drove the entire eighteen hundred miles in one sitting. He abused some of his abilities in the process: eliminating waste products internally and keeping himself from getting hungry or sleepy during the entire trip. When he got home he knew he looked appreciably pale and none too well.
When Jessi spotted him, only moments before Amanda did, her smile instantly became a frown. Amanda's face turned a deep frown at his appearance.
He might not have yet chosen between them but they both ran to him and held him tenderly and gently as he slowly explained why he was so late in arriving. It was only then he noticed the police cruiser parked in front of the house.
"Am I in trouble?" he asked, realizing quite well that both Gail's and Dez's cries of rape might have sparked the trouble.
Jessi's lips straightened and she said, barely opening her mouth, "The police were here to arrest you until they spoke with a certain Melanie Sanders."
Amanda spoke up. "Now they're building a case of slander and the misuse of police and a number of misdemeanour charges."
Kyle was shocked. "How did that happen? Mel left just as they were tearing my shirt."
Now it was Amanda's turn to clench her teeth. She somehow managed to squeeze out a sentence. "She recorded them on her cell phone from behind another car."
Kyle's bowels seemed to tighten into a knot. "You've both seen it?" They nodded simultaneously.
Jessi spat, "The first time I saw the video I could have killed them."
Amanda nodded, then said, "We're now down to disembowelling them instead."
Jessi added, "Amanda, disembowelling can easily lead to killing; maybe we should just bitch slap them raw."
Amanda was speechless. She routinely clenched her jaw even as they both gently held him. It occurred to him that he'd lost a good thirty pounds on the trip, mostly due to the constant abuse of his abilities.
The rest of his family came out at once, accompanied by two police officers. Behind them all was a dishevelled Mel. When the tearful reunion ended – and the painful explanation to the police as to how the women had floated out of a seemingly possessed car – he gave Mel a huge hug of thanks.
"You're a terrific friend Mel. Thank you so much!"
Nicole and Stephen – no, his entire family – looked very gratefully at Mel. Mel seemed a little ill at ease with all the attention but tried to shrug it off. "You're too special to have something like that tarnish you."
He knew then that she loved him too. His appreciation for her rescue forced him to consider her as a valid choice of his affection, if he ever got to choose between Amanda, Jessi, and now Mel. It occurred to him what she said. He guessed there could be no denying of his being special.
He turned to Amanda. "I guess you know my secrets now huh?" A small smile appeared on his lips.
"Duh," she said, returning his smile and giving his shoulder a squeeze.
A burly police officer said, "Too many people have seen your video by now to hide your secret. But there are those of us who will gladly help you at every turn."
Josh exclaimed, "The video already has fourteen and a half million views on the internet."
Jessi rolled her eyes. "It's gone totally viral."
Hillary squealed his name from the end of the street. She started running at once. A few heads turned in his direction and Kyle saw one neighbour race to their house – presumably to get a camera or something. Jessi brought his attention to a couple across the street who already had their cell phones out and were recording them.
"They've been at it for three minutes fifty three seconds."
Kyle looked at his family and friends, and even the police. His gaze stopped at once on Mel, who seemed awfully quiet. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Mel said, "I should never have given a copy of the video to the newspaper; I will have caused you untold grief, scrutiny, you name it."
Kyle started laughing even as Hillary came sprinting onto the lawn, to stop only a foot away. "I knew you were special Kyle!" she screeched. "I demand an interview!" Her flawless smile quickly turned to a frown. "What happened to you Kyle? You look terrible!"
I had always worried my abilities would expose me at some point, but I never could have imagined it happening this way. An attack by two frenzied and yet relatively innocent women changed the world when one surprisingly less innocent woman took a video of the attack she had wished to join in. Only her reticence at engaging in the act of which she had been a victim kept her from joining them.
Of course, she only told me that secret when she died sixty-seven years later.