"So how are ya doing?" Stan said sitting on his bed, "You know with Christophe?"

"Hm?" Kyle said looking over to Stan from his bed, "Yeah, we've been getting to know each other a little better today."

"Ah," Stan nodded when he thought back to all the times he caught Kyle and Christophe making out behind statues, or holding hands behind their backs, or Christophe holding Kyle from behind.

"Yeah, in fact, I'm supposed to meet him in the bathhouse in a few, so later, dude," Kyle said leaving the room. He didn't miss the uneasy look on Stan's face before he left to go take a bath.

X_x

Kyle heard giggling and sensual purring when he walked into the bathhouse, only to find Gregory and Christophe together. Kyle turned bright red and slowly backed away.

"We see you Kyle," Gregory said turning to the bright red Jew.

"Oh right, super spy sense. I keep forgetting," Kyle said slipping his robe off. He eased into the water and sighed happily when the warm water covered him from the shoulders down.

"Come here," Gregory said motioning for Kyle to swim over. Kyle followed direction and glided ever so gracefully over to Gregory and Christophe.

"Yeah?" Kyle hummed happily as the water circled around his body and slowly settled.

"So, I'm going to turn Christophe to you again for the bathhouse project," Gregory said curling up to Christophe's side and resting his head against the tanner boy's shoulder.

"'Bathhouse Project'?" Kyle asked standing and bending over to get his loofa.

"You're right; he does have a nice ass. If he wasn't so fixated on the other one, we could've had him over for a play date," Gregory said watching Kyle with close intent.

"I can hear you, you know. The soliloquy effect doesn't work in real life," Kyle said with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, but who says that supposed to be kept hushed?" Gregory winked.

Kyle blushed furiously and sunk into the water a little further. Gregory laughed, and Christophe chuckled and shook his head.

"'e es only messeeng vwit jou, Kyle. 'e es steel a beet freesky since we jost made loaf," Christophe said with a wolf like grin and nipping softly at Gregory's neck.

"O-oh. Totally…" Kyle said not bothering to move. He figured Christophe and Gregory's "product" either was killed in the heat of the tub and the cleaner that was in the bath, or it was so spread out already that there was no true point in moving.

Gregory and Christophe shared one more passionate and slow kiss, lingering for what seemed like hours, before Christophe slowly pulled away, almost seeming reluctant. He gave Gregory one more quick peck before said brit left the tub and slipped on his robe.

"Wait, where are you going?" Kyle questioned.

"The Bathhouse Project is about to begin, so I need to be on my merry way. Good luck, Kyle," Gregory said, "And Christophe?"

Christophe looked lovingly at Gregory.

"Don't keep me waiting for too long," Gregory said giving a sultry look and sauntering out of the bathhouse. Christophe sighed with a content smile.

"I really gut la-key vwhen we found each ozer in France," Christophe said staring up at the ceiling and lighting a cigarette. Though it said no smoking, something told Kyle the staff tried and failed to tell the Frenchman that, so it was no use in telling him that now.

"Yeah… so this project?" Kyle asked with a raised eyebrow.

Christophe held up five fingers and began counting down. When the last finger curled into his fist, the door opened and in came Stan in his swim trunks. Christophe assumed his position and pulled Kyle between his legs. Kyle gasped and blushed when he felt Christophe's well hung member against his ass and back. It could've been easily mistaken for a snake.

"Oh, this is the project," Kyle whispered in Christophe's ear.

"Oui," Christophe confirmed as he pulled Kyle in for a fierce and firey kiss that made Kyle moan involuntarily.

"What was that for?" Kyle said as Christophe pulled him into his lap and began rubbing at his back.

"Vwell ze French are known to be amazing lovers. I joost don't vwant to let zat reputation down," Christophe said soft enough to be considered arousing, yet loud enough for Stan to hear.

"Christophe," Kyle purred as he wrapped his arms around Christophe and pulled him closer.

"Is he looking?" Kyle whispered.

"Like a love seek puppy," Christophe chuckled lowly in Kyle's ear and bit his ear lobe softly.

Kyle moaned and gripped Christophe's shoulders. Christophe glared across the steamy way and made eye contact with Stan. Stan tensed up and tried to look as if he wasn't looking at the show Kyle and Christophe were putting on.

"Eeeseent zat jour raven 'aired copain?" Christophe asked as he nodded in Stan's direction. Kyle let go of Christophe and turned to see Stan blushing furiously and rinsing soap from his body.

"Hey, Stan, Whacha doing here? I thought you already got your bath out of the way," Kyle said. Christophe pulled him back into his lap, and Kyle jumped, still not use to having Christophe's large member against his back.

"Oh, y-yeah, hey Kyle. Christophe," Stan said nodding to them as he said their names.

"Raven boy," Christophe nodded back.

"Right, I was working out upstairs, and I thought that you wouldn't wanna smell that all night, so I came to wash off," Stan said, tripping over some of his words and not daring to make eye contact with Stan.

"Oh, how thoughtful; Don't mind us," Kyle said suppressing a chuckle and a moan when Christophe began kissing and biting at his neck.

"O-okay," Stan said turning slightly so Kyle would still be in his peripheral vision. He looked on with sad eyes as he watched his best friend be devoured by the Frenchman.

X_x

"Hey Kyle," Stan questioned. They were back at their hotel room and tucked away in their respective beds.

"What Stan? It's two in the morning," Kyle asked tiredly, but it came out a bit muffled seeing as he was sleeping face down. He tilted his head to face Stan.

"I'm not sure if Christophe is a cool choice in boyfriends," Stan said cautiously.

"What?" Kyle asked, severely confused.

"There's something about him that just isn't right. Not right for you," Stan said, thinking out his words wisely as he spat them out.

"He sure feels right," Kyle groaned tiredly as he let his eyes slip closed. He was on the brink of sleep and ready to leap head-on in, but of course, he wasn't granted this liberty.

"He lacks discretion for one. He was practically fucking you in the bathhouse," Stan said.

"He's just a passionate lover," Kyle yawned, hoping Stan would, for once, take the hint.

"He moves to fast in a relationship too," Stan said defensively, "You guys only just hooked up the day before."

"You know, given the hour it is now, it would technically be the day before last," Kyle said, dropping a hint at the obscene time it was, hoping to Moses that Stan would close his eyes and follow suit…

…No such luck…

"It doesn't matter. He's too fast paced," Stan defended.

"How would you know that he's going to fast? You've never dated me, therefore you wouldn't know just how fast I can go," Kyle said tiredly, "Now for the love of everything, go to sleep, Stan."

"I didn't even go this fast when I was dating Wendy," Stan said, cringing when he said the girl's name.

"That's because in the first few days of your relationship, you two were eight. I think I'm old enough to do what I do," Kyle said sitting up, now agitated.

"Kyle-"

"And hang on," Kyle cut in, "You weren't this concerned when I was dating Kenny. He's basically a sex shark. Christophe is a gentle lover with passion."

"Dammit, Kyle, I'm trying to look out for you. I know Kenny; he wouldn't hurt you. I don't know Christophe. He could be dating you for all the wrong reason," Stan said with a stern expression.

"Why do you care? It's not like, you're next in like you like me, so I don't see what the big deal is," Kyle huffed as he lied back down and closed his eyes, hoping to finally fall under sleeps spell.

Stan winced at the last statement, but he couldn't comprehend why. Why was he so defensive and why did he feel hurt the more Kyle went on about Christophe.

"Fine… but Kyle…?" Stan asked.

"I'm changing my name in the morning," Kyle vowed.

"I…I do like someone, but I don't know how to go about them," Stan said down casting his gaze and eventually settling for looking out the window.

"Oh?" Kyle questioned, feeling a bit pain in his heart, "And who is this lucky girl?"

"You don't know them, but that's not the point. Dude, what do I do?" Stan asked turning his attention to Kyle, who was facing the other way, allowing tears to fall freely.

"I'd say just follow your gut. Get this chick alone and let everything in your natural instinct take over," Kyle said, his voice never faltering or even showing emotion.

"Okay, I want you to keep that in mind," Stan said.

"Whatever dude, just please… sleep," Kyle said, using a tired tone.

"Alright," Stan said lying down and closing his eyes. They lied there in silence, and the further Kyle fell into sleep, the slower and less frequent his tears flew.

"Hey, Kyle, I think I was wrong, you might just know them," Stan said.

"Then let's hear a name," Kyle said.

Silence.

"Dude? Name," Kyle said.

Silence.

"Dude, I know you're not ig-" Kyle was cut off by a powerful snore. He took that as his cue to fall asleep himself.

X_x

(a:n)

I actually never thought the story would make it to seven chapters. for those who are reading this and enjoying it, fear not, i'm working on the next two chapters right now. If you have any comments, constructive critisizim, onomotapias, just review or pm me. Hope you like so far.

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