A/N: Thank you for your reviews/faves/follows. Extra credit if you know the movie...
The Donovan's Kitchen Table
The weekend had arrived, and with it Clyde knew what he had to do. He'd discussed it with Kevin, and Kevin agreed. It was time he was truthful with his dad. Time he gave up hiding in the closet, because as Craig said, Clyde needed his support. Better to win his dad around early, than if things were to take a dramatic turn later.
Clyde entered the kitchen where his father and Susan sat discussing something in the newspaper with disdain. Roger was squinting, coming to the conclusion that he may need stronger glasses. Susan was laughing and reading the main points of the article out loud so he didn't strain himself. They looked up when they heard footsteps, both smiling at the boys. Clyde shifted awkwardly, nerves getting to him. He usually practised tossing a basketball when he was nervous but he thought against bringing one into the kitchen, so his hand just moved in an up and down action on its own.
"Dad, I, no, we, have something to like- tell you."
Roger Donovan closed the newspaper, sensing Clyde's nerves. "I have something to tell you as well."
"Oh well-uh-do you want to go first?"
"No, you can."
Clyde nodded awkwardly. "Okay." He sat down, Kevin copying. Clyde rested his hands on the table, his right hand began steadily tapping it, still as if a basketball was there.
Susan smiled, standing up and switching on the kettle. "I'll make coffee. Does everyone want one?"
Clyde and Roger nodded but Kevin shook his head. Clyde answered for Kevin, who had fallen completely silent and pale. "Kevin doesn't drink coffee." -Somewhere in South Park Tweek was screaming at the revelation- "He'll have a tea, lots of milk, no sugar. Think of like the extreme limit of milk you think the drink could take, and then add a little bit more. Thank you!"
"Thank you," mirrored Kevin.
Susan nodded; smile only getting wider at how obvious what Clyde needed to say was. How Clyde knew so much about Kevin, how often they were together, how their bodies always leaned towards each other... and those smiles when their gazes met. If Clyde and Kevin had something to tell Roger, it could only mean one thing.
Clyde cleared his throat and said it. He said it quickly, before he could change his mind. "Dad, I'm gay." He could feel the words travelling across the room as they left his mouth. He could almost see them pass through into his dad's ear. "Yeah, I'm gay, and-uh- the reason Kevin's here is because he's kind of a big part of that- well not just kind of, he is a big part of that. He's a big part of my life. I'm in a relationship with him. He's my boyfriend. Actually, I don't think that term gives him enough credit because well... I'm in love with Kevin, dad." Clyde took a deep breath.
Kevin took a deeper breath. "You love me?" His words came out shaky, the question was almost breathed.
"Yes, Kevin, so much." Tears rolled down Clyde's face as his emotions overcame him. "I'm so madly in love with you I can't go long without thinking about you, for so long I've wanted to tell everyone, all those homophobic assholes, everyone should be forced to listen. I'm in love with Kevin Stoley."
Kevin threw his arms around Clyde, as his heart attempted to break out of his chest, all he could do was whisper. "I love you too, you fool."
Clyde grinned, his dad forgotten, all he could see at that moment was Kevin, and how fucking happy he was. He squeezed Kevin tight, never wanting to let go. The sound of his dad's voice eventually brought what there was of his brain floating back into the kitchen.
Clyde's dad was calm, one eyebrow slightly raised at the scene, but a warm smile on his face. "Yeah it was obvious, son."
"Obvious I was gay? Or obvious I was with Kevin?"
"Both." Clyde's dad explained himself. "You don't overly appear gay but I was starting to tell that your interests were more towards the male type. You do have a worrying obsession with Michael Bublé."
"It's the voice," muttered Clyde.
Roger rolled his eyes. "Oh, and one day I was changing your bed and found some magazines that did not feature women..."
Clyde panicked and chanced a glance at Kevin. He saw that his boyfriend was only amused at that last fact, nothing more. Great, if Kevin told Craig then he was totally getting an arrow through his head, or possibly his knighthood taken away again. Those magazines had purely been for research, to check if he truly was gay...
"But it was when Kevin was introduced that I really saw it. Obviously something had changed. Suddenly he was at our house all the time. There's so much care between the two of you, you'd faze out of discussions and I could just tell you were thinking about him. If anything at all related to him was mentioned anywhere, you'd get a massive grin on your face. Plus there was some other evidence... It was blindingly obvious..."
Clyde grinned. "Does this mean you're okay with it?"
"Yes. Kevin's a brilliant person for you to be in a relationship with." Roger smiled at Kevin, now addressing him. "I said the first time I met you that you were welcome over any time. I can tell you're a good one. I just can't see why you'd want to put up with him." He pointed his thumb at Clyde and smirked.
"Thank you, sir," said Kevin beaming. "I put up with him because no one else would have him."
Clyde pouted. "So not true. Chicks were practically paying for me."
Roger rolled his eyes. "My son the male prostitute. My pride increases daily."
Susan returned to the table then, with the drinks. She laid them down in front of the appropriate people and smiled. "I'm happy for you boys. You make such a sweet couple... but it's a massive secret isn't it."
Clyde's face turned grave. "Yes. Absolutely. People at school would not understand. We are not ready for that shit."
Kevin nodded in agreement. "Craig knows though."
Roger nodded. "And how did the loveable moody young Tucker male take it?"
Clyde grinned. "He took it very well. We have his support. It's such a relief, dad."
"What about Token?"
"N-no, I haven't told Token. I'm not sure he shares the same views as Craig."
Roger and Susan understood. Susan smiled at Kevin, her words taking on a mothering comfort. "Have you told your parents yet, Kevin?"
Kevin started bitterly laughing. "Ha, next joke please. My parents would probably be tempted to abandon me. They wouldn't, but I bet my mom would be tempted... She'd blow a fuse. I'm convinced that I'd be confined to a tower for the rest of my life, or else banned from having any kind of social interaction, and that's only if I reveal that I'm gay. If they find out I have a boyfriend the horror will be unimaginable."
"Right, okay... I won't be talking to the Stoleys about this in a hurry."
It had gone well for Clyde though and the grin wasn't leaving his face. "I'm so glad you guys are cool with this." It felt like the perfect moment to see how far he could push it. "Can Kevin sleep over tonight?"
Roger Donovan raised his eyebrow. "Sure. You've already done it a bunch of times without my approval."
Clyde gasped and Kevin's face turned scarlet. "You knew about that? You-uh-saw us sleeping together?"
"One night, I was going to see if you were awake to ask you if you knew why Megan was upset, and I saw you both in deep sleep together. After that I noticed that you sometimes go missing at night-time... another reason I knew you were together." His brow twisted. "Now, if I was a responsible parent I'd insist that Kevin slept in the guest bedroom, but since we don't have one, plus the fact that you're both male and would no doubt ignore me anyway, you can sleep in the same bed."
"Thanks dad," muttered Clyde sheepishly.
The subject changed. "Would you like to hear our news?"
"Yes, I would."
Roger took Susan's hand in his, smiling at her. She smiled supportively back. "Susan and I have talked and well, when it's love it's love. I'm sure you guys understand that?"
Clyde squeezed Kevin's hand. "Yeah."
"Now, we know it's only been a few months, but I think it's pretty clear the transformation she's made with me."
"Don't forget Megan," added Clyde helpfully. He looked at Susan. "You've helped Megan heaps."
Roger smiled fondly. "Yes and Megan."
"And me," continued Clyde. "When you cook, it's like-I feel like I'm finally getting fed proper food. You sorted out my knee when it was acting up as well with your awesome doctor superpowers. Oh, and you have a really soothing singing voice to help with my headaches when Kevin's not around to give head massages." He blushed as he realised he'd shared the last part.
"Yes, she's a marvel to us all. So, we've been discussing the possibility of Susan moving in with us. How would you feel about that?"
The answer came easy. Clyde grinned. "That would be-"
"How would we feel!?" Everyone turned in alarm to find Megan in the doorway, tears of joy in her eyes. She ran forward and wrapped her arms around the two boys, before wrapping her arms around the two adults. "Like a proper family, that's how we would feel."
Susan's face welled up with tears as she hugged Megan. "I'm very glad to hear that, because I wouldn't do anything without you two," she turned to Clyde as well, "wanting it."
Clyde patted her on the back. "No objections here, dude, you make the best pies in the world. And-uh-" Clyde's face fell serious again. "It would be nice to have a mother type figure around the house again." His next words were spoken softly, reflecting the sensitivity and care which ran all the way to his core. "Mom would approve of you, and she didn't approve of a lot."
Roger's eyes filled with pride at his children, a few tears falling down his face. Kevin turned to Clyde and saw in alarm that he was also crying. Starting to think that it ran in the family, Kevin wrapped his arm around Clyde's shoulder and pulled his head close. The two moments had gone so perfectly that the family could hardly believe it.
They had sat together for a while after that, ordering in pizzas because no one really felt like cooking; they felt like celebrating. Roger pulled out a bottle of champagne that he had saved for the moment, and they all toasted to new beginnings, and Clyde finally hopping out of the closet and admitting the obvious. They also toasted that as well as Susan, the house would be welcoming her cat- a ball of fluff that didn't believe in cat beds and preferred to use people's laps. Kevin almost couldn't believe how close everyone was, and how accepted he felt. Much more than his own family would be to Clyde. His dad would approve of Clyde an awful lot as a friend but not a boyfriend. His mom had already made clear her dislike. In her eyes, Clyde was already just a useless Jock destined for failure. That's why they often spent their time at Clyde's house, much less drama. Regardless of his mom's dislike, on the phone he managed to convince her to let him stay the night to work on their (imaginary) project.
The room was dark but light was glaring at them from the wide-screen T.V, which comfortably took up a fair portion of the wall in a room designed purely for it, because they were in Token's house and Token was unimaginably rich. The movie they were watching was horror, simply because horror films were amazing and since Clyde was a crying pussy, they could never watch them with him. '...I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.' The actor's chilling voice rang around the room.
Craig sniggered. "I'd have had a Chardonnay personally." Sat on one half of a reclining sofa he took a sip of his beer. "These cannibals ruin a perfectly nice meal with a bad wine choice."
Token smirked. "He should sort his life out."
Ignoring the startled looking woman on the screen, Craig lazily turned to Token. It was not often the two of them were alone. Token was usually busy and Craig usually favoured company with Clyde or Kenny. Craig had debated saying what he wanted to Token but couldn't resist the content feeling he received from making other people feel uncomfortable. "So... you think I'm gay."
The way Token's eyes lit up in shock was delightfully entertaining but Craig kept a straight face. "I-uh-" Token looked around in panic, as if the T.V room would hold the answer to what to say. "I... who said that? Was it Clyde?"
"Have you been telling anyone else your theories?"
"NO!"
"Good."
Token was eyeing Craig suspiciously. Craig knew he was just dying to know the answer. How desperate he was to see if Craig was gay. Craig laughed inwardly... Token really did have the wrong fucking person. An idea popped into his head and he smirked at Token playfully. "You're wondering if I am gay aren't you?" he asked as he leaned forward slightly.
Token was not happy about the reduction in space. "W-well you haven't denied it..."
Craig slipped his body along the sofa, close enough to touch Token's foot... his knee... close enough to grace his fingers along the boy's waist. "Oh... do you need that assurance?"
"I just... want to know the truth," replied Token guardedly.
"The truth?" Craig smiled as he inched his face towards Token's. He didn't know what was stopping Token from fighting back, probably the curiosity to know the answer and probably because it was fast turning into a battle of wills. From the T.V, a woman screamed. Craig laughed. His lips were inches from Token's... and then his words were cold and harsh. "The truth is I'm not gay, so drop it."
He threw himself back off Token and laughed at his friend's annoyed but relieved expression.
Kevin glanced down in shock as above his left nipple lay the letters C.D. "Did you just write your initials on my chest?" he asked. "Is that a Permanent marker in your hand too?" He and Clyde had finally left the living room, lying down with each other on Clyde's bed and glowing in their newly declared love. Or rather, Clyde had taken the opportunity to write on Kevin's chest... Why Kevin hadn't stopped him he'd never know.
"This is super permanent marker. Nothing gets this shit off, even on skin. It will be as if you have a very slow fading tattoo."
Kevin hit Clyde on the arm. "Bastard. How am I going to explain it to people?"
Clyde frowned in jealousy, rubbing his arm and noting to himself that Kevin, although supposedly a pacifist, could throw a good punch. "People look at your chest, what people?"
"Well you know. What if someone saw it in the locker rooms, or when I'm swimming?" The fact that Kevin never went swimming had nothing to do with it.
"Say you wrote a reminder to buy some music?" offered Clyde with a self-satisfied grin.
"...on my chest?" replied Kevin in exasperation.
Clyde traced over the letters. "You are that weird dude."
Kevin scowled. "You're a dick." He looked at the letters again and rolled his eyes. He smirked. "Why above the left nipple? Is something wrong with the right one?"
Clyde grinned. "Oh no. I love the right nipple." He crawled on top of Kevin, lowering his head to kiss the nipple, illustrating his point, swirling his tongue around it and eliciting a groan. He kissed and sucked at the skin as Kevin responded beneath him. Clyde trailed his tongue sideways across Kevin's chest, "but, I love the left nipple as well." He carried out the same actions on Kevin's left, as Kevin began squirming, arousal building. He connected eyes with Kevin and smiled in his most heart-melting seductive way. He really had the 'hot basketball captain' look at that moment. "There's something else I love too."
Kevin gasped as after a quick trail of kisses down his stomach, Clyde stroked over his thighs, hands pressing down firmer until he reached where Kevin's thighs met. He graced his fingers over Kevin's growing bulge, licking his lips suggestively. He was so full of desire that his brain was hardly working, but he knew there was something he wanted to say. "I love you."
Kevin smiled smugly, pulling Clyde's mouth towards his. "I know." He kissed Clyde deeply, feeding off the positive glow he was radiating. Kevin loved the glow, everything was alright when Clyde had that glow, there was nowhere else he'd rather be and nothing else he'd rather do than just be by Clyde's side, buzzing with joy. "I love you too."
And then with this final kiss to Kevin's mouth, Clyde pulled down his boxers, taking Kevin's member in his hand, stroking it, tracing his finger around the base and then moving his hand up to the head where he swiped his thumb over the slit. Kevin gasped again, bucking his hips up. Clyde grinned, lowering his head and licking the tip of Kevin's member, before encapsulating it in his mouth.
Kevin sank into Clyde's pillow as he groaned and revelled in the ecstasy that Clyde's actions always brought.
