"Kyle, I do not want to ground you but I would prefer if you stayed home for a while."
"Mom we only have two weeks left before school starts. I lost a good month of it in that place. I want to at least enjoy my last couple of weeks."
"I understand that but I do not want to risk anything else happening to you. You know we love you."
"Yes. I know. Can I at least have company over here?" It was quite for a moment.
"I guess so but not until this upcoming weekend. I need you to get refocused on what matters in life. That Eric Cartman is not allowed."
"You don't have to worry about that" assured Kyle.
"Good, I love you" said his mom. I heard his room door close. I heard him walking around a bit before the closet door opened. He looked down at me.
"Hey dude, I hope I didn't have you waiting too long."
"Naw, it was cool" I said standing up. "I'll leave my backpack in the closet in case they come back."
"I locked the door" explained Kyle. "I'm not retarded." I couldn't help but look at him with new eyes. He was still my Kyle. He dressed the same, acts the same, nothing is different about him. "What?" He noticed I was staring.
"Nothing" I replied sitting on his bed. "I am just glad to be in your real room and not the coo coo nest anymore."
Kyle sighed turning on his TV. "I am scarred for life! I never want to go to jail and I know it's a lot worse than being locked up in the looney bin." He sat on the bed beside me.
"Your mom sounded really worried."
"Your mom would be worried too if you woke up screaming in the night. I think she hates Cartman more than I do, you know how my mom is."
"Yeah" I agreed. "Did your parents bring Kenny's parents up there?"
"Only his mom. She didn't know where his dad was. Let me know if you get hungry I will grab something for you."
"Thanks" I said pulling out my phone. I was pretty much surfing the net while Kyle was watching TV. We were not saying much. I wonder what is he thinking? I almost want to tell him that I know, he's my best friend and I love him no matter what. I don't want him to know I stumbled across that notebook. Besides I think I want to keep reading it. It was pretty cool being inside Kyle's mind.
I am leaning back again the headboard. I feel myself becoming tired a bit. I sit my phone down and close my eyes. I don't know how long I was sleep but I felt Kyle push me hard. I hit the floor crying out. From under his bed I could see some feet.
"Kyle, have you seen Stanley? His mother called here looking for him."
"Really mom, you interrupted my nap for that? No I haven't seen him since we checked out. We had texted but that's it."
"Well you tell him his mother is worried sick about him. You think after all we went through he would be spending time with his parents."
"Mom we're teenagers that was locked up for the past 30 days. We want to enjoy ourselves for a little while."
"You did enough of that the night you took that joy ride."
"I told you I did not know the car was stolen! Mom can you please leave. I need some time alone."
"You do not tell me what to do! I know you do need your space so I will leave." I saw her walk out of the room. I sat up and saw Kyle and he looked so upset. I got on the bed with him and hugged him. He hates fighting with his parents, especially his mom. I take a deep breath as I enjoy having him in my arms, I know he is too.
"Thank you" he said pulling away. "Sorry I had to push you. I feel asleep and didn't have time to react. My mom was already mad I had my door locked."
I chuckle. "That shit hurt but I am okay though. I am getting kind of hungry though."
"I'll go grab something for you in a bit. I am not in a rush to go down stairs. Why didn't you tell your parents you were leaving the house? You could have easily told them you were staying at Kenny's."
"They were smothering me besides I wanted to see my best friend." Kyle started blushing.
"Don't say it like that" he laughed.
"Like what" I respond teasing him.
"Dude, are you flirting with me?"
"I was just kidding around Jesus" I said killing the fun. I move away and grab my phone. I can see that Kenny and Cartmen texted me. They were letting me know about my mom too.
"You sound agitated" said Kyle.
"I'm not" I lied.
"Your lying to me but I will let you have that." Kyle walks over to his computer. Shit we shouldn't be in here fighting. We could be watching TV or playing video games and we fighting over stupid shit.
I text Shelly and tell her to inform mom I won't be home tonight. Shelly responds telling me mom is going to be pissed off. I don't really care at this point. I am where I want to be. After a few minutes Kyle left the room I assume to get me something to eat. I really want to read some more from his journal but I know I wouldn't have enough time. I shut my phone off.
I go to the closet and grab my backpack so I can put on some night clothes. I hear the door open as I am about to put on my night shirt. I am glad it is just Kyle. For the first time I witness him checking me out and I like it. I slide my shirt over my head and smile at him.
"I know you are happy to see some food but damn" said Kyle sitting the plate on his nightstand. "My parents go to bed at 10, so after that if you need to use the restroom you can."
"Sweet" I said grabbing the plate as I sit down on the bed. I give his mom that, she can cook her ass off. I wolfed down the food on plate washing it down with the fruit punch Kyle brought me to drink. He took everything when I was done out of the room. I run my hands threw my hair wondering if I really should go back home tonight.
All I can think about is touching Kyle, all over. I can't though. I just can't. I feel like I can't control myself. Kyle comes back into the room giving me a funny look.
"Why are you pacing?"
"I'm just getting a little exercise" I laughed. "Um did you want to play any games?"
"Naw, they are too loud. Let's just hang out." Kyle sat back down at his computer. I wonder what is he doing over there on the computer?
"I turned my phone off. Can I use your iPad?"
"Sure" Kyle unplugged it and handed it to me. Is it just me or is it tension in the air? Maybe it's just me. I start playing games on the iPad up until Kyle is ready for bed. I put up the iPad and get comfortable in Kyle's bed. I can tell he is nervous about changing clothes in front of me. I turn over and face the window to give him a peace of mind without having to say anything.
I finally feel him get in the bed beside me. I don't say anything I just lay on my side trying to go to sleep. It's hard to do since I had that nap. I am laying there just thinking. At some point I drifted off but I am awakened by Kyle tossing as he is having a nightmare. I wrap my arms around and sooth him until he calms down. Thank god he didn't get to the point where he was screaming. Last thing I needed was his mom walking in here.
Kyle was sweating. I could feel his dampness on the front of my shirt. I rub my hand up and down his back. I felt my anger return thinking about how much that accident affected Kyle. I fell back asleep snuggling into Kyle.
At some point I think Kyle shifted. I opened my eyes and saw he was now facing me. He looked more calm and peaceful. I leaned over and kissed his forehead. I could feel myself getting hard. Really, over a forehead kiss, god I'm such a loser. I saw Kyle open his eyes. I almost freaked out.
"Thank you" he whispered.
"For what?" I asked
"For holding me" I felt myself blushing. "Stan what's going on?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You have been acting weird, I can't explain it." I grab Kyle's hand because I don't know what else to do or say. Kyle closed his eyes.
"I'm still me" I said with my heart in my throat. "I just want to make sure you are okay. The accident was really hard on you. I care about you."
"Don't say it like that"
"Don't say it like what?" I ask although I know what he means. It's getting harder and harder for me to control myself by the minute. "Kyle, I am going to do something. I need you to not judge me."
"I would never do that to you."
"Promise?" I ask.
"Promise" he replied looking at me. I got closer to Kyle. I could see the panic all over his face. I kiss him while still making eye contact. Kyle is resistant for a moment. I close my eyes giving in to the kiss completely. It's not different from kissing a girl except it's Kyle and I love him. I pull him closer wanting to feel more his body. I slide my tongue into Kyle's mouth earning a moan from him. I roll on top of him never breaking the kiss. Soon I am grinding my pelvis against his.
"Stan, please let's not do this. You're not in your right mind."
I look Kyle in the eye. "I am in my right mind" I tell him grabbing his dick and slowly stroking it. I tighten my grip and move a little faster. Kyle eyes start to roll in the back of his head. It started to kick in I am holding someone else dick that isn't mind own. I can feel my own dick throbbing. I release it from my pants. I lean back down and kiss Kyle.
Kyle wraps his arms around me. I can tell he is getting into it and I am glad. I don't want to feel in any way I forced him. I can feel our penis touch slightly. I moan a little. I go back jerking Kyle off. After a few moans of his own he manages to grab me and start doing the same. I am so hard it hurts, I'm glad he decided to touch me there.
I go back to kissing Kyle as we jerk each other off. Kyle suddenly pulls away. "Omg I'm coming!" Kyle arches his back as I continue to jerk him until he is satisfied. I moan as I release myself on Kyle's stomach. I lay on my side not regretting anything.
I hear Kyle going into his nightstand. I finally look over at him as he is cleaning himself off.
"What just happened?" he asked quietly since the whole house is sleep.
"What I wanted to happen" I reply.
"You wanted to jerk me off?" asked Kyle.
"Yes" I admit. His back is still to me. He finally lays down facing me.
"Stan I'm gay. This is not experimental for me. We can't do this again. Don't tell the guys yet. I will tell them in my own time."
"I support you. It's okay"
"You sure you're not saying that because you just got off."
"No, I'm not. I care about you." Kyle doesn't say anything further. He rolls over and I know he is upset. I decide to give him his space as I think about how we should move forward from this.
