KYLE
"I feel more tired than before," he states scratching his hair. I smile at Stan.
"I bet you are," I replied. "You did have a good workout this evening." He rolls his eyes before kissing my cheek.
"Call me okay," he replies. "Or text, whichever you are more comfortable with."
"All the above," I reply.
"Including Facebook?" he asks.
"For you sure," I replied. I mean it. Stan despises Facebook but he has one now. No need in letting it go to waste. "What made you start up a page again." Stan blushes allowing a thought to enter my mind. "Me…" He nods and I feel myself wanting to make love to him again.
"I feel so stupid….." he mutters. My hands grab his face cradling him.
"Don't…I…" I stop short. I can't tell him I love him. Not yet anyway. "I appreciate you doing that."
"I wanted to talk to you," he admits. "That's okay." He places his right hand on top of mine that is holding him. "It worked out." Stan leans in kissing me. I massage my lips softly against his. We begin to pant into this kiss.
"Fuck….." I whimper feeling my lust rise once more.
"You will never leave if we don't stop….." he says in voice that lets me know how turned on he is. I bite my lip.
"Right," I agree. I look away grabbing the door opening it. "Thanks for everything, I'll talk to you soon." I hurry out the door quickly hiding my hard on. Once I get to the elevator, I feel like I can breathe. Sadly, I'm still hard as hell. I readjust my pants closing my eyes taking slow deep breathes. God you would have thought I didn't fuck for the past 4 hours.
I get off the elevator heading straight to my SUV. I get into my vehicle as I busy myself reactivating my Facebook page. I can't wait to see what Stan has on his page. I get into my drive home almost regretting leaving without feeling those lips once more. No, no, I'm not a slut or a whore. I can't move too fast. I don't want to appear desperate. I start my SUV heading home. The whole way there I can't stop thinking about Stan.
I pull into a parking space knowing Tweek will be home. He is not working today, he usually would. I head past the stairs that would go to the 2nd floor. Our apartment is on the first floor, for the sake of carrying stuff I'm glad. I unlock the door heading into the apartment. I can smell the coffee heavy in the air as if Tweek just made it. Doesn't matter what time of the day it is he has to have his coffee. His room door opens with me seeing Craig emerge.
"I got some shit I need to take care of," he tells Tweek. "I will be back okay." Tweek blushes nodding yes. Craig walks towards the kitchen sitting a coffee mug in the sink. "Hey Kyle," He is talking to me so casually.
"Um hi….." I reply. I wasn't expecting anyone to be here, especially Craig. Tweek gives me this look to not say anything so I just head to my room. God I'm dying for a shower. I would have shower at Stan's but I know that would have led to other things. I pull out the clothes I want to put on tomorrow. Picking my clothes out in advance allows me to cut down on time in the morning. I can be so damn indecisive. I head to turn on my shower when I hear a knock on my door. I go opening the door to see Tweek still blushing.
"We had sex….." he whispers. I glance beyond Tweek seeing Craig is gone.
"How did that happen?" I asked. "I mean I know I told you to make a move, but I wasn't expecting that!"
"Gah…..I know!" says Tweek grabbing his hair.
"Relax," I encourage him leading him over to my bed. We sit down on my bed as I push my clothes aside.
"Am I interrupting?" he asks softly.
"Not at all," I reply. "So how did this happen?" Tweek takes a deep breath.
"He actually danced with me at the party," says Tweek looking at his lap. I know he is not looking at me so he doesn't freak out. I rub his back to help him relax a little bit more. "You know, after you left. He was so…..freaky…..you know how Butters dances, like that."
"Oh…." I say in surprise. Like I said, Butters can actually twerk, grind his hips, all of that. I'm sure he could also be a great ballet dancer but what's the fun in that, his words not mine.
"I mean of course we started off dancing like normal people," Tweek explains. "We kept drinking and I noticed he was getting closer to me. I mean…..it felt so good. I just let him grind on me. Kenny disappeared to his bedroom completely abandoning the party." I roll my eyes. I was surprised he didn't disappear sooner to be honest. "Craig said he wanted to come back here. I didn't question it because he always comes here when he is town. We were in my bed catching up next thing I know he is kissing me." I nod because it is interesting being up under someone you have strong feeling for. I think about Stan shaking the thoughts away so I can focus on Tweek's story. "He was like so hard, just from kissing me. I went down on him but then we did it. He said he didn't want to leave me hanging or whatever. I mean what does that mean!" Tweek is now shouting. "Is he into me? Is he just using me? WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Whoa," I coach. "Relax Tweek, relax." He is starting to quiver.
"I came so hard….."says Tweek blushing deeper than he already is. "He made feel good inside and out. I….I want him to love me."
"Love sometimes can take a minute to grow," I reply. "You need to tell Craig how you feel. Apparently, he feels some kind of way about you."
"I don't know that," says Tweek glancing at me. "What if he was just horny and just wanted to get off!"
"Don't assume Tweek," I sigh. "Ask him."
"I'm scared….." he whispers.
"I know and that's okay," I reply. I was scared to talk to Stan. Had I just communicated my feelings we could have avoided a lot of lost time.
"No, it's not," mutters Tweek. "How…how can I ask him when I'm afraid."
"Send him a text," I suggest. "You know he loves to text." Tweek nods his head yes. He sighs but I can tell he feels a little better.
"Where did you go?" he asked. "I was worried you heard us fucking." I chuckle not use to hearing Tweek say anything close to the word fuck. At least not in that context.
"I actually got hungry stopping in the diner off 6th street," I explain. "And I ran into Stan." Tweek's eyes get wide.
"Oh my god!" he exclaims. "Did you have sex too!"
"Tweek!" I exclaim before covering my own blushing face. "It wasn't planned…..it just happened."
"You usually don't do one night stands…" says Tweek slowly. "I am sure that isn't what happened though, right?"
"It wasn't….." I replied. "Like Tweek seriously, this guy….he's incredible. His place is so nice….."
"You went to his place!" he exclaims.
"Yes," I chuckle. "I mean….he wanted me to watch the second Thor movie. We're actually going on a real date in 2 weeks."
"C-Cool," says Tweek smiling a little. "You seem to really like him. What's he like?"
"He is nice, very organized shocking me," I reply. "I saw his room was clean by in San Francisco but I thought it was because Kenny was having that party. I can tell he makes good money. When he looks at me…..oh god." I shift my eyes away from Tweek.
"I told you about me and Craig," says Tweek. "You can trust me about Stan." I nod knowing I can trust Tweek. Besides he knows we hooked up before this and never told a soul.
"I got hard looking at him," I explain. "Like I mean to look into someone's eyes and get hard…..it's weird."
"That's incredible…" says Tweek in awe. "Like do you have a connection with him?"
"I don't know….." I shrug. "I mean it's weird…..but I do feel this pull towards him. I need to talk to Kenny see what more I can find out about him."
"We should go to his Facebook!" exclaims Tweek. "Did you want to look on my phone?"
"Oh good idea!" I reply getting up. "No need. I reactivated my Facebook."
"What!" exclaims Tweek in shock. I grab my iPad off my dresser sitting back down on my bed. I go to Facebook seeing Stan already sent me a friend request.
"See," I reply showing Tweek the request. "He wanted to send me an invite."
"Gah….he's knows we want to spy on him….." says Tweek.
"No, he wants to be my friend," I explain. "Maybe more…..he said he likes me." I feel a flutter in my stomach as I think about the fact that Stan might love me as much as I love him.
"Really?" asked Tweek as I accept the friend request. "Oh god, that is much better than me….."
"I'm sure Craig likes you," I reply going to Stan's page. Tweek leans overlooking onto my screen. Stan profile picture is selfie he took but you can't even see his eyes. I notice he didn't start his Facebook until a month after we hooked up in California. Most of his friends are family or college buds. I rarely see anyone from his high school I notice. Of course, I go to his photos and there is a lot of him partying and with Kenny. I see a picture of his sister he mentioned and his mom. I noticed he doesn't have any pictures of his dad.
"His eyes are so pretty….." notes Tweek.
"They are," I reply. Tweek and I end sit there going over his page for like 30 minutes. I finally put it down ready to shower. As I wash my body, I think about all of what I just saw. Stan appears to have not lied about anything. I mean I don't really pay attention to Kenny's friends because well he has a lot of friends. Most of them are like him, into partying hard, getting high, drunk, fucking, all of that. Stan doesn't seem to care much for that kind of stuff. He is still the same guy I met in California. Even on his page I can see he hasn't been in a relationship. I try to force myself to stop thinking about him, but I can't.