STAN
I just finished changing the sheets on my bed. I'm not sure if we will end up here but just in case we do I want things clean. Seeing so far how Kyle and I like to have sex I can see this being a possibility. I now thank my mom for sending me for counseling for my hoarding that started after the divorce. The drinking didn't help it either. I had so many issues when I was a child. It helped me to deal with my issues. I learned to be organized. It helped with my hoarding as well as my alcoholism. I didn't want to tell Kyle that. He seems to respect me so much so far. We have texted each other every single day. Like I will even stop what I am doing at work to text him. My phone rings as I readjust my pillows on the bed.
"Hello," I say into the phone.
"What you up to?" asked Kenny.
"You know I have my date with Kyle tonight," I reply. Kenny chuckles.
"I know but what are you doing right now?" he asks. "Bet you fixing up that bed so you can fuck him."
"Kenny stop it," I reply walking out of my room to put new plug ins in my living room and bedroom. "You know Kyle is just not some lay to me."
"I know, I know," replies Kenny. "I'm just fucking with you. He really likes you though. He was literally grilling me about you last week."
"For real?" I asked stopping in my tracks.
"Yeah," chuckles Kenny. "I mean he doesn't have guys hit on him like that. So he is super nervous but I think it mostly because he really likes you. He wanted to know more of what you like to do, ex boyfriends and girlfriends." I start to laugh grabbing my plug in refill out of the closet. I open them up going to change the one in the living room first. "He must really be feeling you if he is asking me all these questions. He never asked before. If it is anyone that can give Kyle some dick I would rather it be you."
"Seriously Kenny," I reply. Sometimes I dislike how his mind is always on getting laid. Although I am curious. "So, um what else did he say? What did you tell him?"
"I told him the truth," says Kenny like I'm an idiot for asking. He knows damn well if he was in my position he would be asking too. "Wendy was asking about you too, but I told her you were into Kyle."
"Thanks," I reply. "Wendy is cool but you know…..Kyle." Kenny laughs.
"He really liked your home by the way," he replies. "He made me feel like a bum or something. Talking about your awesome TV and shit."
"Well excuse the hell out of me for wanting to live a little!" I exclaim in laughter getting the plug officially changed. I change the one in my room still talking to Kenny. "Anything you can tell me about Kyle? I mean I'm not trying to impress him, but I want him to have a good time."
"You don't even have to try," says Kenny. "He seriously likes you, just be yourself. I know you two will gel well together." I roll my eyes thinking about how hard I was the last time I saw him. I managed to hide my erection barely. It's fucking strange because I usually have better control than that. I felt like I was back in my teens that day. Sadly, all it took was me looking into those green eyes. My body was demanding contact. Can you blame it? It's been over a year since I had seen Kyle, tasted him. "What are you guys doing anyway?"
"We are going to see Deadpool 2," I reply. "Not sure what he will want to do after that."
"I know what you guys need to do," says Kenny. I can see that stupid grin on his face. Makes me so glad he never knew about me and Kyle hooking up. It is better that way. I hear a knock at my front door.
"I have to go," I reply. "He's here."
"He knows your code already!" exclaims Kenny.
"Not my fault you can't remember that shit," I point out. "Later." I end the call looking at the mirror in my hall quickly before going to the front door. I open it to see Kyle biting his nails. He drops his hands when he sees me.
"Hey…." he says slowly. He looks cute wearing some jeans that are rolled up to mid-calf. His tee shirt is sliding off of one shoulder. He adjusts it looking embarrassed. Probably doesn't help the way I know I am looking at him. I want to take into my arms immediately.
"It's cute that way," I state feeling like an idiot. Kyle smiles walking into my home.
"It smells so good in here," he notes.
"Um thanks," I reply. I hold back a grin because I can tell he is astounded. "You ready to head out? I can drive."
"Great," says Kyle shoving his keys into the front jeans pocket. "I actually hate driving. People in Denver drive like idiots."
"I actually think bad drivers is a universal problem," I reply. "Let me grab my stuff." I jog to my room grabbing my wallet, I already had my phone, now my keys. I head back to the front seeing how nervous Kyle is. It's almost cute in a way. "Ready?"
"Yeah," he replies. I open the door with us heading to the elevator. "I would ask how was work but I already know." Kyle rolls his eyes.
"I might end up letting the new hire go," he replies. "He is 60 days in and still making basic mistakes." Kyle is now a manager for the credit union. Sounds like they have had a huge turn over. He recently applied to move to another department. He sounds very good at what he does so I don't see him not getting the job. We get to the garage. I unlock the doors to my Honda Accord. My mom brought it when I graduated college, it's paid off and everything. I take good care of this car, one less bill I have to worry about. I remember being totally surprised she even did this for me. It is certainly much appreciated. I drive close to the outside of Denver. There is a theater there I like to go to. It's less crowded compared to the other theaters. I brought our tickets online anyway, so it doesn't matter. "Did Kenny call you?"
"Yeah," I reply as I get out of the car locking the doors. "I mean it's Kenny." Kyle blushes.
"Right," he replies. "That's my buddy though. I missed the hell out of him when he was gone during college."
"How come you never visited him until he graduated?" I inquire. I would have loved to have met him sooner.
"Oh, I had some shit going on," says Kyle looking away. "Anyway, I have never been to this theater." I wonder what he went through that he doesn't want to talk about it. Him changing the subject didn't go unnoticed.
"I like this theater," I reply. "Not many people have caught on to it. I think that is changing." As we walk, I can see a lot of people standing outside talking it up just hanging out.
"Jeez, think we can get tickets?" asked Kyle.
"I got them online," I reply.
"Look at you," says Kyle pushing me lightly smiling like crazy. I laugh as we finally reach the front doors. I get our tickets as we get settled into our assigned seats. "Dude they have beer here?"
"Fuck yeah," I reply. "You can get some food if you want too." Kyle's eyes are sparkling as he looks over the menu. Our server walks up and I get our tab started. I already know what I want.
"What's good?" asked Kyle.
"I have had everything," I replied. "Although I feel like their spinach dip, fish and chips, and grill cheese sandwich is weak." Kyle begins to chuckle.
"What are you getting?" asked Kyle leaning toward me a little.
"Blue cheese bacon burger," I reply. "I know it sounds nasty, but I promise you it's good. I'm also getting a mango beer."
"Mango beer?" questions Kyle.
"I swear it is so good," I reply.
"Let's do it!" says Kyle. I chuckle writing our order down. I pull the arm rest up making Kyle look at me.
"Is this okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, it's fine," he replies. We talk about some of the things on the screen while waiting for the movie to start. We at least have our beer before the movie began. The food didn't arrive until later. I tore into my burger as did Kyle. I'm glad I don't look like a hungry beast in front of him. We both end up ordering another 2 beers before the end of the movie. Needless to say, we didn't finish our meal. I was fighting to not touch him this whole time because I really wanted to. I don't need him freaking out on me. We stay for the extra clip at the end before leaving. "I can't believe I didn't know about this theater!"
"Now you know my secret," I tell him as we head outside. Kyle is holding his to-go box looking at me.
"So, what do you want to do now?" asked Kyle tilting his head. I know what I want to do but I'm not going to say it.
"You do still need to finish Thor 2," I reply thoughtfully. Kyle laughs when someone calls his name.
"Well if it isn't Broflovski," I notice Kyle whole body tenses up. The guy is as tall as me. He is pretty solid looking I must admit. Kyle looks like a little person next to him. He is dressed in a polo shirt and some jeans. His brown hair looks like it has a little gel in it as his hair seems to have very little movement. He stands in front of Kyle smirking down at him.
"What do you want Cartman?" he asks.
"Awww don't be that way," he replies. "I was just coming over to say hi. Heidi is inside getting our tickets. I brought my own liquor to slip into my glass. That weak ass beer is not going to cut it. Hmmm…..have you lost weight?"
"Kyle are you ready?" I ask interrupting this Cartman fellow. He glances over noticing me before turning his attention back at Kyle.
"Are you on a date?" he asked.
"None of your business," hisses Kyle. I now walk over closer to Kyle.
"Sure, it isn't," says Cartman. "Does he know how fucked up you are?" That's it, I grab Kyle's hand leading him away. "Hey, I wasn't done." I don't bother responding to him, people like him are best to ignore. Once we get to my car unlocking the door. I can see poor Kyle shaking. I take his food from him putting it in the back seat.
"It's okay," I tell him hugging him close. I don't even need him to explain their history, his reaction said it all. "Come on, let's get back to my place and relax okay." On the drive back I try to make conversation, but Kyle seems to have shut down. I make note to ask Kenny about this Cartman guy. I certainly don't want to ask Kyle if this guy makes him this upset. I get us back to my place in one piece. Once inside I lead Kyle over to the sofa. "Do you need anything to drink?" He doesn't say anything. "Kyle? Kyle?"
"Huh?" he questions looking around. "When did we get here?"
"We just got here…" I say slowly. I'm not sure if I should be worried or not.
"I'm so sorry…." he cries covering his face. I sit our food boxes down rushing over to him. I hug him again.
"It's okay…" I say softly. Kyle can't even talk as he continues to cry. Man, this guy must have really done a number on him. Kyle is crying in my arms when he finally stops pushing me away.
"I-I'm sorry….." he apologizes in between sniffles. "I'm ruining the date." Just a little but I won't tell him that.
"We can do anything you want," I suggest. Kyle looks at me taking a few deep breaths before trying to kiss me, but I stop him. "Kyle I really like you, but I don't think we should be doing that…" His face falls before he is blushing like crazy. He abruptly stands up. "Wait you don't have to….."
"No," he says shaking his head. "I have to leave….I can't….I can't do this." Kyle grabs his food container and shoes bolting for the door.
"Hey, wait!" I exclaim. He doesn't even put his shoes on as he is running out the door. I sprint behind him into the hall. The elevator chooses now to arrive quickly that I don't get to stop him. What the hell was that? Had I not hung out with him previously I would have thought he was crazy. "Damnit." I pull out my cell calling Kenny as I close my door once back inside my home.
"Shouldn't you be getting laid?" he asked not bothering to say hello.
"Shut up," I reply. "Like he just freaked out because I wouldn't have sex with him. I mean I think it is more than that but oh my god….."
"Wait, what?" asked Kenny. "Now tell me what happened?"
"Well…." I say slowly trying to figure out how to word this. "Everything was going great. I took him to that one dinner and a movie theater on the outside of town."
"Nice," cosigns Kenny.
"Yeah," I reply. "I mean we were drinking, laughing, enjoying the movie but when we left the movie, he ran into Cartman?"
"Oh god…" groans Kenny.
"I know Cartman is an ex," I reply. "I could see it on his face, in his body language. He was fucking shaking. I also didn't like how that prick was talking to him."
"He would run into Cartman," sighs Kenny.
"What can you tell me about this douchebag?" I ask sitting down on my chaise.
"Cartman, we have known him our whole lives," explains Kenny. "I think Kyle mostly dated him out of being lonely. He dated a girl or two but it always ended badly. He dated Bebe but she dumped him to go out with Clyde. He was with a girl name Rebecca but once she had sex with Kyle. She realized she liked sex a lot and broke up with him so she could freely sleep with however she wanted. Cartman is the only guy he was ever with. He started dating him when I lived in San Francisco. I didn't know about any of this until I moved back. Butters is a god send." Well I can certainly see why Kyle didn't want Butters as a roommate. Jesus…..I actually feel kind of bad for Kyle. I mean I had relationships end but nothing as bad as what Kenny is telling me. "Butters was saying how Cartman was verbally abusive to him. Towards the end of their relationship he started to get physical."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I shout jumping up from my sofa balling up my fist.
"I don't joke when it comes to things like this," replies Kenny.
"You know what I mean," I reply. "What the hell?"
"Yeah…" sighs Kenny. "Kyle use to be outgoing, confident but there was this list at our school that listed him as ugly and he never recovered. Then he tried to play basketball in high school but didn't make the team because he wasn't tall enough. I recall Butters also saying he gained a shit ton of weight when dating Cartman. Cartman was purposely making him gain weight. Fucking bastard, I think he did it to control him. From what I heard it actually worked. The Kyle I knew would never take physical abuse." I sigh.
"He has some self-esteem issues then….." I note.
"I told you," says Kenny. "That is why I told you to be careful with him."
"Had I not seen his personality beforehand I would be running away from him," I admit. "I'm too old for this drama bullshit."
"I agree," says Kenny. The line is quiet for a moment. "You really like him, huh?"
"Yeah," I reply. "It's something about him. I feel like I have known him my whole life despite us only hanging out a few times. I text him every single day. I talk to him more than anybody else in my life."
"Well I know that," says Kenny. "You never call me anymore."
"Whatever," I chuckle. I talk with Kenny so more finding out more about Kyle. I want to see if I can make him happy. Sure, this world is not perfect but if I am going to be with him, I want to be his haven.