KYLE
I smile as I walk into the apartment. I really thought Stan was dump me last night. He was drunk clearly but he was upset to find out I dated Cartman a second time. I remind myself to have a little chat with Kenny the next time I fucking see him. There are some things Stan is better off not knowing and this was certainly one of them. My thoughts are interrupted as I hear Tweek cries of pleasure. I quietly go into my room cutting on the TV.
Craig has been coming over a lot more. I feel like he is here more than me at this point, but it is understandable. He is clearly in love with Tweek. Tweek's baking skills have improved drastically as a result. He was already good but now he makes my meals look like shit. They pack so much flavor, love, even the presentation looks like a five star restaurant. I sigh missing Stan already. So glad I took a shower at his place and then some….. I sit down on my bed calling Kenny. I don't care if he is just waking up. He could have ruined the best relationship I ever had by telling a secret that was not his to tell. His phone rings a third time before he answers.
"What…." he groans into the phone.
"Kenny!" I shout.
"Owww….."cries Kenny. "Shit what the fuck is wrong with you?" I stand up quickly feeling mad all over again.
"Me?" I question pacing in front of my bed. "You told Stan I dated Cartman?"
"Well yeah," he replies. "It's not like he didn't know you and Cartman were a thing." I close my eyes trying not to get mad. Kenny didn't know Stan and I fucked. He doesn't know how close Stan and I really were. Fuck. I know we have moved pass it but still.
"Please don't tell Stan anything about my past without telling me first," I replied.
"Are you pissed off because you guys smashed when you visited me in Cali?" asked Kenny. My humiliation is well felt on my cheeks.
"Kenny…" I mutter. He chuckles sounding more like himself.
"I don't know what the issue is," he says finally. "Seriously man I can't believe you guys managed to hide that shit from me. And for what?"
"It's complicated okay," I reply sitting on my bed.
"You make things complicated," says Kenny. "He loves you anyway. He's not going anywhere." I can't help it as I begin to smile. He really loves me. "I'm assuming he made it home okay."
"He did," I replied. "He was hurting a little this morning. I mean what if this shit caused him to relapse? Did you even consider that before you told him this shit?"
"It would take more than that," yawns Kenny. "Stan is a lot stronger than you think. Any more questions because like seriously. I'm fucking tired and slightly hungover."
"Nope," I reply. "Later."
"Deuces," says Kenny before ending the call. I plug my phone up walking over to my mirror looking at the marks Stan left. I know he won't do this again. Honestly, I wouldn't mind a passion mark or two. I would like to skip the deep biting but light biting hmmm. I hear a knock on my door breaking me out of my thoughts. I open the door to see Tweek looking down playing with the sleeves of his shirt.
"Hey Tweek," I greet. He glances up his cheeks red.
"How long have you been here?" he asks above a whisper.
"Not long," I reply shoving my hands in my pocket. Craig walks out Tweek's room.
"Babe, I got to go," he replies with his car keys in hand. He wraps his arm around Tweek's waist kissing the top of his curly blonde hair.
"Gah!" cries Tweek twitching.
"Stop that…." mutters Craig into his hair. Craig shifts his eyes to glance at me. I don't know what that look is about as Craig pulls away from Tweek. "Kyle, Tweek is going to be moving in with me. Think you can find another roommate?"
"Craig!" cries Tweek.
"What?" he questions. "I have been begging you to tell him for months. What the fuck are you so afraid of?"
"What if he can't find anybody!" exclaims Tweek. "You ever think about anybody other than yourself!"
"Relax Tweek I am sure we can figure something out," I reply.
"See," says Craig gesturing towards me. "I told you he would be cool with it. I gotta bounce. Love you." He kissed Tweek cheek as he follows him to the door. He locks it as soon as Craig is gone.
"Gah…." cries Tweek shaking. I rush over to him grabbing his shoulders.
"Hey buddy," I reply. "It's okay man, it's okay. Relax." I begin to rub his shoulders.
"I told him to let me tell you….." he whimpers. He shudders a little. "I think he got off on you hearing us." I frown releasing his shoulders. I hope he is joking.
"You didn't even know I was here," I replied.
"I feel like Craig knew or something," mutters Tweek. "The only way I can explain it is he was pulling out all his best moves. I just thought he was fucking horny or something."
"Isn't he always horny?" I say with a smile. This causes Tweek to relax.
"So true," he replies. "What happened to you?"
"Oh god," I replied placing my hand on top of my bite marks. "These are just passion marks."
"That's not passion!" he exclaims. "It looks like what Cartman….."
"Don't!" I exclaim cutting him off.
"Sorry," he apologizes dropping his voice.
"No, I'm sorry," I reply before sighing. I fold my arms still annoyed with myself. "It's just….Stan found out I dated Cartman for a little while after we met." Tweek's eyes get wide.
"How!" he exclaims following me into my room. I sit down on my bed. "Butters?"
"No," I reply. "It was Kenny. I don't even know how they got on the fucking topic. Kenny text me saying he wanted me to make sure Stan got home okay because he was drinking but wanted to drive home anyway."
"What!" exclaims Tweek twitching. "What's wrong with Stan! T-that is not only dangerous to those around him but himself."
"Nothing is wrong with Stan," I reply softly. "I feel like I almost caused him to relapse. He thought I didn't want him. That I wasn't serious about my feelings towards him." I look down feeling so imprudent again. "He was drunk, asking me why didn't I come back to him. He thought I didn't love him." Tweek looks sad as he sits beside me on the bed.
"He thought you didn't love him?" he asks slowly. I nod my head yes.
"He was in love with me," I explain. I feel myself becoming emotional again. I would have never thought anyone would love me as much as Stan does. "Even then…I felt it too, but I didn't want to look absurd."
"I get it," says Tweek. "At least you know he loved you then as much as he does now."
"Yeah," I agree before smiling. "Why do you think I got all those love marks." He chuckles. "When did Craig ask you to move in with him?"
"Last month," says Tweek tugging at his sleeves again. "I didn't want to leave you hanging….." I lean back on my hands.
"You wouldn't have," I reply. "I'm sure Stan wouldn't mind me moving in with him. I will ask him to be sure though." Tweek smiles.
"From what I see that will be a hell yes!" he exclaims. I begin to laugh. "Can you believe it? We both got the men we love."
"We do," I agree. "I feel like I lost so much time you know. Trying to give Cartman another chance…I….I should have just reached out to Stan." Tweek pats my thigh.
"You couldn't have known," he says. "Let's focus on the positive! Craig is willing to pay for the lease to be broken."
"Really?" I ask. "Man, he must be really serious about this." Tweek nods smiling.
"I think he wants to marry me," he whispers. "I don't want to think about it too much though….."
"What?" I question. "Why? I think that is great." Tweek blushes.
"I don't know," he says shaking. Tweek hasn't be successful in relationships either. I think he is scared.
"You told me you can tell Stan cares about me, right?" I ask. Tweek nods. "I know Craig loves you. The way he was with you before he left…..he was never like that with anyone he dated previously." Craig dated a few people in through the years, but it felt like they weren't dating. He barely discussed who he was with. It's like they were there for convenience. Tweek, he seems proud to have Tweek on his arm. He is an NBA star and doesn't seem to care that people know he likes men. I mean that is a big deal if you ask me.
"True," says Tweek. "I guess I am just use to something happening. It almost doesn't even feel real."
"You know I can relate," I reply. "Let's sit back and enjoy everything. For the first time in our life everything is going right." Tweek and I begin to bare our souls. We say explain where we really want things to go in our relationship. I hope Stan really will say yes to me moving in. I don't want to force his hand, but something tells me I'm not.