KYLE
"Dude that asshole literally almost killed Ky," snaps Stan. "I'm so pissed." I wonder who he is talking to. "He had the nerve to threaten to have Ky put down. If Ky attacked him I know he had a good reason." Stan sighs. "I shouldn't have left Louis alone with him."
"Stan…." my voice says softly. I look down realizing I'm in human form. Stan has me under the blankets well tucked in with a cold cloth on my forehead. I try to use my cat senses to hear who is on the other end. Stan ends the call quickly before I can.
"Kenny, I have to go," he says. "I promise I will call you tomorrow." Stan hits the end button on his phone it down on the bed. Stan leans over me inspecting my body. "Kyle, are you okay?"
"I'm a bit sore…." I reply. "Can I have some water?"
"Yeah," says Stan getting off the bed running into the kitchen. I stare up at the ceiling wondering why I even got so mad. I knew Louis was cheating. I wonder if it was the fact that he was in my parents' house. In my god damn room talking to this guy he cheated on me with. The fact that he wants money from my death is insulting. I have to have Stan convince my parents to not give him a dime. Stan appears handing me a glass. I sit up slowly. "Wait, let me fluff your pillows." Stan fixes my pillows so I'm sitting up but still relaxed.
"God…." I groan sipping from the glass. "What did Butters say is wrong with me?"
"You have a small concussion," Stan explains. "We're lucky you have no fractures or broken bones. He said that your body felt the impact and would be aching."
"Fucking ass…" I hiss holding the glass tightly. Stan takes the glass from me sitting it on the nightstand.
"Want to tell me what happened?" asked Stan. I can tell he is still shaken by the whole incident. "I thought you were going to die….your cries got quieter and quieter. I have never wanted to hurt someone so bad in my life."
"You did great," I reply grabbing his hand. "I mean at not hurting him. Louis is certainly a prick. I confirmed that my suspensions were right. He was cheating on me. The bastard had the nerve to be happy talking about taking half of the settlement. We can't let him have it." Stan begins rubbing his thumb over the top of my hand as I began to squeeze it tightly in anger.
"We will figure something out," Stan says. "I'm sorry to hear that he wasn't loyal to you." I sigh.
"I should have broken up with him a long time ago," I say slowly. "Yet that idiot wanted to move in together. Like what the fuck for."
"He seems kind of controlling," states Stan. "Let's not talk about him okay. I'm going to get dinner started alright." I nod smiling a little.
"How is Kenny?" I asked.
"Kenny is…well Kenny," he laughs. "He was really worried about me being so protective over a cat."
"Well you were about to literally kill Louis," I chuckle although it hurts. Just thinking of the look on Louis' face when Stan was going to kick his ass is priceless. Stan removes the cloth from my forehead.
"Well he almost killed my heart," he says seriously. "Yes, I was going to ruin him." Stan blushes realizing what he said standing up quickly walking out of the room. This is the closest he has been to saying I loves you. I think back to all the times I would have given anything to hear him say those words. Yet here we are. It feels good hearing him say in simplest terms I'm his heart but at the same time I'm scared. I'm bound to Stan for the next 15-20 years. What he changes his mind or becomes bored with me? I mean it could happen. Stan comes back into the room. "Want to watch anything on TV?"
"Yeah….." I reply. Stan sits beside me handing me the remote. "What's for dinner?"
"Spaghetti," he replies. "Nothing special."
"It is special," I replied. "You're actually cooking for me. God, how long did it take you to learn to cook?"
"Not long," defends Stan. "It was either that or starve to death which I certainly was not going to do." We share another laugh as I turn to the cable movie channels.
"I'm so excited to see some of the movies I wanted to see over the summer," I state.
"Right!" says Stan. "We can still go to the movies."
"How are we going to do that?" I asked.
"I can sneak you in," he replies. I laugh at the thought of my hiding somewhere inside of Stan's clothes. "I was thinking of getting a man bag to keep you inside.
"That is really smart," I replied. "You know some places don't allow animals."
"I know that but you're not just some animal," he replies.
"That I am not," I reply laying my head on his shoulder. This is so nice. I settle on some action movie. My comfort level kept getting interrupted as Stan was cooking dinner. I almost fell asleep but lucky for me it was ready within an hour. Stan is too much. He set up this bed tray and sat everything on there for me. A full plate, garlic bread with some juice. The juice made me feel like a little kid or something but I appreciate getting a little sugar. I was wolfing my food down yet again. God, I just miss people food, what can I say. Stan is laughing at me. "What?" He takes a napkin whipping my face.
"You're getting sauce everywhere," he states. "It's okay, that is why napkins are for!" I chuckle.
"Um, thanks….." I say feeling slightly embarrassed for looking like a complete slob. "It's just good."
"Glad you like my cooking," smiles Stan. His phone rings and he glances at the screen sighing. "This Wendy, I promised her I would talk to her."
"It's fine," I replied. "I will be quiet, you go ahead." I turn down the TV as Stan takes the call.
"Hey Wendy," he says. "Actually, my visit was horrible." Stan proceeds to tell Wendy about everything that happened. She seems to be supportive which is good before moving on to her issues with her boyfriend. She wants to move out of the apartment they share together and is asking Stan and Kenny for help. Stan being the nice guy that he says yes. I grab Stan's plate while he is talking to Wendy going to do the dishes. Stan gives me a glare because I think he doesn't want me to be on my feet but I feel okay, just a little wobbly.
I'm smiling as I wash the dishes just glad and thankful to even be here. It's weird to be in the next room and still hear Stan talking. I can hear Wendy but not as clearly. She is out of the crying stage and now in the angry stage. I don't blame her. I get everything cleaned in the kitchen before heading back to the room. Stan is just ending his call with Wendy.
"Is she okay?" I asked.
"She will be fine," sighs Stan. "She is taking it pretty hard."
"It's understandable," I replied thinking about Louis. I went and sat down on the bed getting comfortable. Stan leans in kissing my cheek.
"Thanks for cleaning up," he whispers. I find myself blushing and becoming erect. I shift trying to hide it. It's been way too long since I had sex. I'm usually not this sensitive. I put my hand in my lap as Stan cuts off his lamp. I turn to my side curling my body up shaking a little as I try to reel my hormones back in. I can take care of this once Stan goes to work. A few minutes past, oh god I'm so hard. It's not going down. Maybe I can take care of things once Stan is asleep. My thoughts are interrupted as Stan slides his arms around my waist spooning me. "You okay Ky?"
"I'm fine," I reply shakily trying to keep from melting into his touch.
"No, you're not," he replies. Stan's hand slides lower on my belly. I'm unable to control my breathing as I rut back against his hips with a small whine.
"Stan…." I moan. I feel Stan kiss the back of my neck as his hand slides lower wrapping his strong hand around my dick. I moan openly "A-ahh…." God, it feels so good to have Stan touch me in ways I dreamed of being touched. My mind is swirling with memories of how Stan has come to love me. I didn't think he would even want to touch me in such a way.
"Is it okay?" asked Stan. "If I do this?" I swallow hard.
"Yes…." I pant. "Please." It he is okay with it that is good enough for me. Stan goes back to making out with my neck as his hand begins to move up down slowly gripping me just enough to feel pleasure. "Ohhh…..ahhhh." I dreamed about this for years. Stan touching me so firmly, breathing into my skin, his body so close to mine. His touches are so light but firm at the same time. How the fuck is he doing this. I begin to shudder from the small amount of pleasure. I know he has never done something like this before. Why does it feel like he has.
"Does it feel good?" mutters Stan.
"God yes…" I whimper. Isn't my hard dick enough proof of how good he is making me feel. Stan changes the pace of his hand moving a bit faster. I thrust back against him feeling his hard dick rubbing against my ass. "Nnngghhhh…."
"Ha-hahhh…" Stan moans into my neck. Nothing can be heard but our moans as the blankets moving on top of us. I have had enough pulling away from Stan. "D-did I do it wrong?" I turn towards him sitting up. I lean into his neck kissing it softly as my hand grabs his dick. "Nnnggghhh…"
"You're doing just fine Stan," I whisper into his ear. "I just wanted us to feel good together, that's all." I lay down on my side once more but facing Stan. I bit my lip staring at him. He has that look in his eye. "Don't kiss me, Stan, remember what will happen." He nods his head yes. I put both of our dicks together. I guide Stan's lower knowing I would best fit to lead. "Just follow what I do." Stan I know is blushing as he nods again letting me know he understands. "Do as you were earlier."
Stan begins to move his hand up and down slowly. The strokes are slower and shorter than before. I begin moving my hand up and down as I gazing at Stan. Stan surprisingly doesn't shy away from my glance. I watch as his face begins to change as the pleasure increases. I begin to buck into our hands.
"Hold me…." I moan. Stan moves closer to me switching hands so one can hold on to my back.
"Ohhh Kyle…" he moans leaning forward. "God I want to kiss you."
"Me too," I confess as our foreheads touch. "Me too." I run my fingertips over our crown hearing Stan growl lowly. He releases his hand from around us pushing me on my back. I'm shocked but only for a moment as I spread my legs wanting him close as possible. I arch my back wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him close to me. I lick his lips since I'm afraid to do anything further. Stan takes both of our cocks back into his hand beginning to give us firm controlled strokes.
"Fuck…." cries Stan. I shiver slightly hearing him speak like this. I thrust my dick against his as Stan begins to lick my lips sloppily. Stan quickly dodges my lips latching on to my neck. "God damnit….arghhhh…..." My eyes flutter as I move my hand down between us gripping our cocks together above his hand. I begin to stroke us in firm slow motions before speeding up. Stan continues to nibble on my neck causing my dick to spasm.
"S-stan….." I moan feeling the familiar heat build in my groin. My eyes flutter at that feeling. Oh my god. "I-I'm going to cum….ahhhh….." Stan starts to thrust into my hand forcefully making me thrust back onto the bed. "Ohh…shiiittt…." He caught me off guard as I grip us both tighter to hold on tight.
"Kyle…aghhhh…." he whines shaking lightly. "G-gonna…cum…h-hahhh…." Stan buries his face into my neck as I watch the ceiling dance above me from forceful movement. "Kyle….Kyle…Kyleeee…..argghhh…" Stan bites the side of my neck causing me to arch into my orgasm.
"Stan….a-ahhh…" I yell as I feel my cum smothering between us as I continue to thrust against Stan's softening dick in my hands. "Ohhhh Stannn…" It's one thing to imagine being this intimate with Stan but to actually do it…..oh my god. Stan is breathing hard in my neck as I stare at the ceiling looking at the stars before my eyes. He finally rolls off of me.
"I'm not sure if we should have been doing this with your condition," he states reaching for some tissues. He is always so worried about me.
"You made me feel great…" I tell him. "I would have never thought you weren't with a guy before." Stan chuckles as he wipes my stomach off.
"I was really nervous," he says. "But I remember how you love me, I love you and nothing else mattered." I gaze at Stan wondering how come we never got together before? Why did I have to be so scared to let him know how I feel.
"How long have you been in love with me Stan?" I ask the words pouring out of my mouth. He looks at me once he tossed the tissue sitting on the bed.
"I'm honestly not sure when it happened…" said Stan. "I honestly think it was a while ago but I didn't know it was love I felt for you. When you died I felt like I died…it just…." I lean forward touching the sides of his face with my hands.
"Hey…" I said softly trying not to cry from seeing him almost break down. "We get a second chance. I'm so thankful to be here with you Stan." I lean forward kissing his cheek. "Can we cuddle and have you pet my head." Some of the cat habits are hard to shake. Stan's head rubs are addictive. He laughs.
"Yes," he replies. "We can certainly do that." We roll over cuddling close together. I feel myself more at peace than I did when I was alive.