Author's Notes: I realize I may have done a lot of Stan bashing in the first chapter, and I really didn't mean to. I love them both! It was a necessary evil for the rest of the chapters.

2 nights before the big move...

"I can't believe you're really going." Kyle said, looking at Stan with big, sad eyes. Stan brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen across Kyle's forehead. "I know. I can't believe it either. I keep thinking that this is just one big nightmare and any minute now, I'll wake up and discover that my parents had been joking all along." It was Friday night. Stan would be leaving at 6 am Monday morning. Kyle was scared. More afraid than he'd ever been in his whole life. What would he do without Stan? The longest the two had ever been apart had been 5 days, and that had been last year, due to Kyle leaving for a week in the summer with his family to visit a relative in Denver. How was he supposed to survive the rest of his life without the boy who'd stolen his heart?

The two boys were cuddled up in Stan's bed. They were still dressed and had the covers pulled halfway on top of them, but Kyle had never felt colder than he did right now. His heart was being ripped apart. He felt like that Humpty Dumpty character. No one could put him back together when he fell from that wall. No one could put Kyle back together. His sorrow was too great.

"You know something?" Stan asked quietly. "Mmm?" Kyle murmured into Stan's neck. "I – I think we should break up now before we try the long distance thing."

Deep down, Kyle knew he was right, but it still crushed him to actually hear it out loud. "You're right. It would never work. But promise me one thing?"

He caressed Stan's face carefully. He traced the outline of his jaw line before brushing his fingers along the corners of his mouth. "What?" Stan asked. He tightened his arms around Kyle, his hands lazily drifting up and down his back.

"Promise me you'll never forget me. Promise me that I'll always be your one and only." Kyle's voice broke as his control broke. He had vowed to himself before going over that he would remain strong and not shed any tears, but he had failed. Stan's own eyes welled up with unshed tears as he made good on that promise. "I could never forget you. No one could ever replace you and no one ever will." His lips met Kyle's in the tenderest kiss they'd ever shared.

Kyle rolled on top of Stan while continuing to kiss him. His left hand started to travel down towards the bulge in his pants. Stan sat up and hastily shed his clothes. Kyle did the same and resumed his position, only this time his hand clutched at actual skin. He ran a gentle hand up and down the smooth, velvety shaft. Stan closed his eyes as a low moan escaped his slightly parted lips.

"Kyle, please." Stan pleaded softly. "Please what?" Kyle asked. He knew what Stan wanted, but he wanted to hear him say it.

"Please. I – I need you. Make the pain go away." Make me feel better." Kyle was all too willing to oblige. His warm mouth made the excruciatingly slow journey down towards Stan's hardening member. Stan already had his hands tangled in Kyle's curls, waiting patiently in anticipation for what was to come.

Stan groaned as Kyle's mouth finally found its home. He worked his magic on the black haired boy, taking his sweet time. Stan couldn't take it anymore. He brought Kyle's face up to his and captured his lips. He gently rolled him over, so Stan was on top. He leaned over the side of the bed, opening one of his nightstand drawers to get out a bottle of body lubricant. He wanted to do it right this time.

Kyle watched as Stan rubbed himself with the cool, clear liquid. He threw the tube onto the floor, not bothering to close the lid or return it to the drawer. "You ready?" he asked. Kyle nodded, his trust in Stan returning. Stan was so gentle this time, Kyle barely felt any pain. He let Stan take him to heights he'd never experienced.

They climaxed at nearly the same time. "Wow." Kyle whispered. "You were great." He wrapped his arms around a sweating Stan. "So were you." He replied, laying his head on Kyle's naked chest. Neither boy said much, just holding each other seemed to be more than enough. Kyle tried to fight the drooping eyelids, but in the end, he surrendered to sleep. Before he drifted off, he distinctly heard Stan say in barely above a whisper: "I lied. You were my first time." Kyle dozed off with a peaceful smile on his lips.

Very early Monday

Kyle's alarm clock rang shrilly. He reached over to slap it off. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Dread filled his weary bones. He suddenly remembered why he'd woken up early. Today was it. Stan would be departing from his life perhaps for good. Kyle busied himself with getting ready so as not to give him time to think about what lay ahead.

His parents knew he wanted to see Stan off today he didn't worry about sneaking out of the house without telling them. He ran towards Stan's house and got there in record time. It was now 5:15. He would be leaving in about 30 minutes. Stan was sitting on a curb, staying out of the way of the movers. Kyle saw the SOLD sign that was on the real estate post. Kyle felt as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Pretty soon, Stan would be gone and there would be an emptiness that would remain in his heart forever.

Stan saw him and he stood up. He forced a smile for Kyle's benefit, but they both knew it futile to fake cheerfulness with each other. Stan took Kyle's hand and led him to the back of the house, where they could have a little more privacy. Kyle stared at his feet; he couldn't bear to look Stan in the eye. He knew he shouldn't have come. This was already proving to be harder than he thought.

He felt Stan's fingers underneath his chin. He had Kyle's head in his hands as he looked into his wet eyes. "You gotta be strong for me, Kyle." Stan was saying. His voice cracked as he spoke. He didn't how much longer he could hold on. "I'm trying, Stan. It's hard. It's so hard." The dam burst and Kyle fell into Stan's arms, his shoulders heaving with deep, guttural sobs. "Don't do this. You'll make me cry, too." And then he was. Stan wrapped Kyle in the greatest bear hug he could manage. Kyle pressed himself closer to Stan, refusing to give him up. Stan was grateful they were able to share one last loving moment before he left. He hadn't expected Kyle to show up this morning, but now he was glad he did.

"Stan?" Mrs. Marsh was calling him. Oh no. It couldn't be time yet. The woman looked on in pity at the two boys clinging to each other. She knew how hard this had to be for her only son. When she was younger, she had to move and leave her best friend behind and she hated her parents for it, so Sharon knew all too well the pain Stan was going through.

"Honey. I'd like for you to go through your room and house and do one last check before we go." She was getting choked up herself, as Kyle had been like a second son to her. She left. Kyle followed Stan inside the house, a house in which he never will go to again. A house where they had shared so many fond and happy memories. Kyle stayed in the now empty living room, where he'd been just weeks earlier. He looked at the place where the couch used to be. The grim memories of what took place on that very spot seemed like half a lifetime ago.

Stan returned, his hands in his pockets. He stopped short and was content to watch Kyle from a distance, drinking in his handsome features. Their eyes met and locked, both of them staring intently at each other, as if staring from across time and great distance. Silently, they went back outside and waited for Stan's parents to say that it was time to go. The moving trucks had already left.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Here." Stan fumbled in his coat pocket for something. He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Kyle. He took it and saw that it contained Stan's new address. "I'll write to you as soon we get there and as soon as I know my new number." Stan told him. Kyle nodded and neatly folded it back up and stuck inside his jeans pocket. He had to be sure not to lose it.

They saw Mr. Marsh gesturing at them from the car. Stan turned to Kyle. "Well, this it." Kyle took a deep breath and tried to calm his already frayed nerves."I guess so. Good bye Stan. I love you." Kyle's tears were blinding him as he hugged Stan one last time.

"I love you too, light of my life." Stan sobbed as he tore himself away from the embrace and hurriedly slipped into the car, turning to wave at him from the backseat. Kyle watched as the car rounded the bend, his hand frozen in mid air. Kyle was alone. For a moment, he just stood there. An unbearable wave of loneliness washed over him and he collapsed onto the pavement, crying his eyes dry.

He didn't care if he missed school. Stan wouldn't be there to laugh and joke with him anymore anyway. He didn't know how long he'd been there. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up. It was Kenny.

"I had a feeling you'd be here. You ok?" he asked. He knew what a dumb question that was. Kyle shook his head. Kenny offered him a hand up and Kyle stood with trembling legs. "Are you still going to school?" Kenny asked. "Yeah. I can't just sit and mope forever. What good will that do? It won't bring Stan back." Kenny just nodded. The two boys slowly started walking back to Kyle's house. Kenny glanced at Kyle nervously. He knew now wasn't the time to think about it or ask for that matter, but Kenny had to know. He had to know if that night meant anything to Kyle, the night he came over all shook up because of what Stan had done to him. He'd always had a thing for Kyle, but was afraid to say anything because he was going with Stan.

Now, Kyle was a free agent, but this frustrated Kenny because he didn't know how Kyle would respond. He sighed. He supposed he would wait the proper amount of time to allow Kyle to grieve. He didn't want to scare him off. Kenny had the whole rest of his life to wait for Kyle to heal. He knew what Kyle needed was a friend right now, and he'd be that friend to him. No matter what, he vowed to fill Kyle's life with joy and happiness. He knew he could never replace Stan, but he sure as hell would try.

To answer a few questions:

How could Kyle forgive Stan so easily?

Well, in times of crisis, a REAL friend forgives another. At least that's what I think.

Kyle said he wanted his first time to be special and romantic. Well, a few nights before his boyfriend moves and hearing Stan say that he HAD been his first, I'd say that's pretty special.

What a bunch of corny dialogue. (shrugs) Oh well. I guess I'm a romantic myself.

This is NOT the end. There will be one last chapter.