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The Morning after
Stan woke up to find his bed totally empty. He didn't think anything of it until he looked over at Kyle's empty bed and remember what had happened last night. Panicking, Stan swung his head around from side-to-side, scanning the room with his eyes for any sign of why Kyle wouldn't be in Stan's bed, where he remembered him being. He found nothing.
'Oh no. What have I done?' He cursed in his own mind 'I've blown it with the one person I felt strongest about' he lay back on his pillow, wanting to cry. Suddenly, a noise came from downstairs, Stan lay motionless in his bed, slowing his breathing and trying not to make a sound. Just then there was another noise. It sounded like something metal being dropped, and he could hear someone talking quietly in the room below his. 'Burglars?' he thought, then he heard someone coming up the stairs, his heart started beating faster as he lay there.
Stan could hear footsteps on the landing outside just as they stopped outside his bedroom door "Oh crap" he muttered to himself. He turned on his side and shut his eyes tight, pretending to be asleep as his bedroom door began to open.
Stan lay there, his eyes tightly closed and his heart nearly beating out of his chest as the other person came into the room.
"Stan?" came a soft voice. "Staaan"
'That's Kyle's voice!' He realised. He nearly shot up out of bed and threw his arms around Kyle, but he realised in time to stop himself that if he did that, He'd look like a coward because of his pretending to be asleep whilst he thought his own home was being burgled. He Stirred slowly, acting as if Kyle's voice had just woke him up "Hmm?" He moaned and blinked "What Time is it?" he said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He suddenly noticed Kyle wasn't dressed yet, and he was standing there with a tray in his hands "What's that?" Stan asked
Kyle Lay down on the bed next to him "It's half-past-ten and this" he placed the tray across their laps "Is breakfast in bed. I made it because I thought you'd like it"
Stan Smiled. Kyle had obviously put effort into it. He knew Stan liked a cooked breakfast from time-to-time, so he'd done fried bacon, eggs & toast for Stan, but since none of that was going to be Kosher food, he's just done some cereal and toast for himself. There were 2 glasses on the tray and a carton of orange juice. Stan was amazed "Woah, dude" Stan Smiled
Kyle Munched on his breakfast cereal and smiled back
"Kyle?"
"Mmm?"
"What happened last night?"
Kyle Stopped and thought about what he was about to say. "You said that you love me, Stan" Kyle looked over at Stan with soft eyes.
"And you said you love me too" Stan replied
Kyle nodded
"Kyle? Do you mind if we don't tell anybody? Not for a while at least" Stan Chomped on a bit of bacon
Kyle laughed "Believe me, I am in no rush to tell people. I just don't know how my parents would react, then there's the other people at school. I can just imagine that, all they'd be able to think of me as is that Smart, Gay, Jew, that'd be three things that would be 'wrong' with me"
"Yeah, It's mainly school I'm worried about" Stan looked at the school calendar that was hanging on the wall the opposite end of his bed "Coach hates Gays, and you know how much I love football. I'm fairly sure he'd drop you from the track team too."
"Yeah" Kyle sounded like he was off in his own world for a minute, then he smirked "You realise that this means we are going to have to spend a lot more time together, somehow" He chuckled "And anyway, I think all the secrecy's gonna be cool" He said with a smile.
Stan smiled, lent over and kissed Kyle gently on his lips.
Kyle savoured the touch of Stan's lips against his. Much as it pained him to admit it, even to himself, but he'd never had a proper kiss before, not that he liked anyway, and he certainly hadn't had one from another boy. There was just something about it, a kiss from another guy, it felt so exciting and new. His heart wanted to jump out of his chest as Stan's lips passed over his.
They finished eating their breakfast and got up to get dressed. Kyle bent over his bag to get some clean clothes out, Stan saw an opportunity, slipped his hand under Kyle's boxers and squeezed Kyle's soft butt-cheeks. Kyle Shot up straight and swung around before realising what happened and smiling "Hey! It's too early for that yet" he winked.
They got dressed and took the breakfast things downstairs into the kitchen, where Stan dumped them in the sink and put the tray back where it lives. "Wanna go catch a movie?" he asked
"Is there anything worth seeing?" Kyle lent against the kitchen unit
"I dunno" Stan shrugged, standing in front of Kyle "Lets just go to the movies and find out, we can always do something else if the films suck"
"Ok, But do you mind if we stop by my house. I really want to pick the money up that I left yesterday. That is if my mum hasn't decided I need to put it in the bank, then 'helped' by doing so without my permission, again." Kyle sounded slightly annoyed
Stan smiled, leant into Kyle and kissed him softly. Kyle was shocked at first, he wasn't expecting Stan to do that, but after a few seconds his mind calmed down. Kyle wrapped his arms around Stan's body and pulled him close, returning the kiss.
They lingered there for a couple more minutes before they pulled away. Kyle and Stan both smiled at each other then giggled nervously. "Sure, I'll make sure I take a little Detour on the way to the movies." Stan replied softly.
Kyle smiled "Thanks"
Stan pulled away and walked out into the hall, grabbing his car keys off the coffee table, then leaning back into the kitchen where Kyle was still trying to work out what had just happened "are you coming?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, yeah. Sorry, I was off in a world of my own there." Kyle stood up properly and walked into the hallway, grabbing his jacket off the hook and his shoes from under the coffee table. He sat on the bottom step of the stairs to get his shoes on; Stan sat next to him to do the same. They stood up, Stan patted his back pocket to make sure his wallet was there; they left the house and headed towards Stan's car.
