Forgive me for the delay (I'm sure all of my loyal readers are pissed at me) but I've been forced to rewrite this chapter four different times due to losing it (I erased it once on my computer at home and once with my school laptop where it was done) or distaste (I had trouble with Christophe and his emotions here and if Craig should or shouldn't catch him).
At the end of this chapter I'll explain briefly about what I was planning with Craig if he didn't go with Kyle.
Quick warning, short lemony part around middle/end.
Anyways, thanks for reading. Please review because it keeps me writing!
Gregory turned down the volume of his recent favorite TV show, Jersey Shore(1), when he seen Christophe enter the dim lighted room.
Inwardly Gregory sighed, wishing his coworker would go elsewhere instead of his place, but having no choice in the matter he watched the angry Frenchman waltz in uninvited.
"Put your cigarette out. My landlord will get mad if he smells smoke in here."
"Shut ze fuck up! I'll do damn well what I please!"
Christophe flung himself onto the leather recliner and kicked the nearest polished nightstand with enough force to cause the side of it to splinter from his boot.
"Uh… Is something bugging you?"
"Non. Turn ze god damn television up."
"Um, yeah… sure."
Just as Christophe ordered Gregory did due to fear of his friend's current mental state and his furniture's ending condition if he didn't.
"So, you want something to-"
"What ze fuck was I thinking?"
"Uh…" The blonde sunk down in his seat, hoping to blend in.
"There ez a poster with he'z face all over this shitty little town."
"Um…"
"Eet is not like that he's…" Christophe let out a frustrated growl.
"I'm a little lost here. Care to fill me in?"
"I had zat prick Marsh killed."
"Ah yes, I remember that. Made quite the deal out of it if I recall properly."
"Don't interrupt; oui…well now I've got both my feet in a steaming pile of shit all for that ginger boy who'z done nothing to prove his worth to me!"
Christophe stood suddenly and kicked the already fallen stand across the room, leaving a pile of pieces in its trail and an angry Gregory.
"Hey! Don't take it out on my furniture! That isn't cheap you know!"(2)
Gregory lifted himself off his recliner and inspected the scratched wooden floor with his hands accusingly placed on his hips.
"You do this every time you get obsessed with someone, my friend. You make every little mole hill of affection into a mountain of undying love. Remember Bridon Gueermo(3)? I sure the hell do. I had to clean that mess up for you. Or how about Mark Cotswolds(4)? Another mess. We were lucky he decided splattering his brains all over his mother's floor was a better solution than us doing it for him!
"Just have your fun quickly and be over with it. This one isn't any more special then the last dozen toys you've played with and destroyed so don't make it out to be. Now get me the phone and get back to work."
"Hey mom."
"Oh hi bubbala(5)! And Craig! It's so nice to see you. How's your sister? Are you staying for dinner sweetie?"
Craig slipped off his shoes and smiled at the plump woman who was the closest thing to a parent he'd ever had.
"She's fine. Yes, please. Thank you Mrs. Broflovski."
Sheila nodded knowingly, saying, "So that means you'll be staying the night. I'm sure you don't need any extra pillows and blankets but I'll bring some up to Kyle's room just in case. Dinner will be done in an hour boys." and walked off into the living room to finish the chapter in the most recent book that engrossed her.
Kyle made a quick signal to show that he wanted his friend to follow him and both made their way up the stairs.
Neither said a word as the Xboxes controllers were broken out and as blood and bullets took over the blank televisions screen.
And the silent ritual continued all the way through dinner unless one of the adults or Ike-which he hadn't said a word to Kyle or friends since Georgie came crying about the lies Kenny had told him-said something first.
Both climbed under the clean, white sheets and heavy throw (because living somewhere that snowed eleven months out of twelve required thick blankets), both shirtless and in their boxers, letting the horror movie that featured some slasher chopping off teens heads rock them to a wordless, restless sleep.
Christophe snickered deviously when Ike unlocked his bathroom window for him to enter without as much as a freak out.
"My brother is seriously right down the hall. Why can't you fucking climb through his window instead of mine?"
"I seen that tall friend of his and didn't want to wake 'em up. Music not helping?"
Grumpily, like a stubborn child, Ike kicked at empty air while staring with furrowed eyebrows at the hardly visible ground.
"I am guessing zat is a non? Try a warm bath before bed or some kind of z'exual release, I'm sure you can process what zat meanz. Now, do me two favors."
Craig first noticed the missing person from the bed when he started to freeze over.
Normally he was so snuggled into Kyle he hardly ever needed a blanket, so the absence of the Jew was making a large difference in his comfort levels.
Looking at the clock for a brief moment, (3:14 A.M.) he rolled over on his side and waited for Kyle to return from what was most likely the bathroom but after fifteen minutes Craig forced himself out of the bed.
Slipping a shirt that was crumpled up on the floor on, he tiptoed around in the upstairs hall until he heard the bath tub running in Kyle's preferred bathroom.
Craig didn't hesitate to open the door slightly, after all he'd seen Kyle naked before(6).
He almost called out his friend's name before doing it but when he seen the contents of the room, he was glad he didn't.
Kyle could feel Christophe's hot tongue dancing lightly on his neck but he hardly noticed the act as he was more focused on the burning pleasure in-between his legs.
The cool tiles on his cheek and hands were starting to get sticky with the sweat that was leaking out of his pores.
The sounds of running water were intertwining with the quiet moans that escaped the duos lips.
"…Mon cher."
Christophe grabbed a fistful of the red curls and lifted it up, turning Kyle's head to the side to offer access to his swollen lips.
Their tongues fought fiercely, only being interrupted by a moan or two by Kyle and Christophe repositioning himself.
Pulling back, the Frenchman untangled his right hand and placed it on the ground while using his left to start pumping the person under him with his eradicated movements.
Kyle felt his body tense up for a brief moment before he relaxed, staying in his current position to let Christophe finish up.
To numb to feel the hot seed fill him up, the redhead remained on his knees with his head resting on the floor until he was flipped around on his back.
"Are vous okay, mon cher?"
"Y-yes."
Nodding in approval, Christophe stood up and slipped on his pants before digging through cupboards like they were his.
"W-what a-are you looking for?"
Pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, he stuck it in his mouth unlit.
"Something to clean vous up."
Blushing furiously, Kyle stood up shakily with help of the counter top.
"In the bottom one."
Eyebrow raised, Christophe opened the drawer, pulling out what looked like a syringe with a large smirk on his face.
Craig, with the Xbox controller in his hand, dangled his feet off of the edge of the bed, trying to erase the images that were most likely going to be stuck in his head for the rest of his life.
"Tucker! What are you doing up?"
The dark, messy haired boy shook his head and offered the second game controller to him.
"I woke up sometime after you left and couldn't sleep."
Kyle took the offered piece of plastic and sat down next to Craig, hoping the sex smell was washed off of him completely.
"Why didn't you come and find me then. I just got up to take a bath." The lie slipped out so easily, the redhead almost believed it himself.
"I did and…well, walked into your bathroom because I heard water running and uh."
Face the color of a tomato, the older teen shrugged.
"And what?"
"Walked in…"
"We covered that already."
"Yeah… uhm. Your brother. Naked. Jacking it."
Silence.
"Oh my god!" Kyle burst out in tears and laughter, not caring if anyone heard him.
"Shut up! You'll wake your parents!"
"You caught my brother, naked, masturbating, how can I be quiet?"
"Damnit Kyle, shut up! I thought you were the one in there not him. How many times do you travel downstairs to take a bath?"
"Still, knock much?"
"Whatever. Let's just finish this round and go to bed."
ReViEw
Question!: Should I have let Craig find out about the banging in the bathroom or is it fine the way it is?
1) I personally haven't watched Jersey Shore but I picture Gregory being really in to it.
2) Anyone else see Gregory having antique furniture? I do. He's just classy like that in my mind.
3)Bridon is the singing boy from the High School Musical episode. I choose him because he seemed like he deserved some attention from the fans.
4) Mark is from the spelling b episode. He's the home schooled kid with the slutty sister. I picked him because I like his attitude throughout the show.
5)I've seen the nickname Kyle's mom has given him spelled a billion different ways and honestly I don't know which is right. I just kinda went with it so forgive me if it is incorrect.
6) In case you didn't realize this, I've been hinting since the beginning that Craig and Kyle have had sex before which is why Craig is all 'Oh naked Kyle, big whoop.'
My original plan for the ending of Kyle and Christophe as a couple was a runaway together while Craig moved away with his mommy. He would have came back to South Park for his little sister's graduation (For she would have stayed home with her dad and wouldn't be as big of a nutcase as she is now.) and he'd run into Tweek and ta-da! Instant couple just add coffee! I choose Tweek because honestly I wanted him to have an ending where people would be pleased and seeing that more people like him paired with Tweek then anyone else I choose that.