Kenny

I sat slouched in my moth eaten and heavily stained armchair with a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of cheap scotch in the other. I tried to numb out the pain with alcohol but it wasn't working. All that I was on my mind was Stan.

Stan… Why didn't I say anything to him when he first came to me about Kyle? Why didn't I say anything when got drunk together? Why didn't I say something when he kissed me to see what kissing a guy was like? Why didn't I say something when he had to share my bed because he had nowhere to sleep? I had so many opportunities, and each time I completely wasted them.

I stubbed out my cigarette in an ashtray and took a large swig from my bottle. My mind was completely saturated with thoughts of Stan, I even thought I could hear him calling my name outside.

But, he actually was.

I clumsily fell over the ashtray, but scrambled over to the door and opened it. What is Stan doing here? It was snowing heavily outside but I ran out in it anyway. I got to Stan, his arms wrapped around my shoulders and our noses touching. What was happening? It was all happening so fast, the alcohol running through my body, everything was on fast forward, like a weird dream.

Stan

I trembled for a moment, but as I stared into Kenny's shockingly blue eyes I had to do what I came to.

'I love you Kenny.'

His eyes watered and he broke into a grin of disbelief. He began to shake his head and mumbled something like 'You're joking mate…'. His breath stank of his usual scotch, and I loved that sweet smell. He didn't know what to say, so I carried on.

'I'm so sorry, it took me forever to realize it. I don't love Kyle. I love you, and I'm so sorry for everything.'

Kenny nervously laughed in disbelief, but his eyes returned to mine and he finally spoke, his voice shaking, a single tear rolling down his beautiful face.

'I love you too Stan.'

We both smiled and laughed, and I leant in to kiss him. I had kissed him once before, just to see what kissing a man was like but this was my first time all over again. The first kiss, where I meant it, where I wanted it to never end. Kenny's arms fell to his side, dropping his bottle of Scotch. My arms draped around his neck, my hands clinging onto his hair.

I never wanted it to end. His warm and distinctive taste filling my mouth, his musty scent, his soft fingers creeping up my arms. I just wanted to be one with him, there, in that moment. He filled the void that was missing in my life for so long. I felt complete and whole. My lips quivered and he felt it. He smiled and kissed me again, our tongues dancing together. Tears still rolling down both of our cheeks.

We stood in the snow for what seemed like hours, the snow melting into Kenny's hair and mine. We both realized how cold we were and headed inside. Kenny clumsily fell over head first into the snow. He giggled with embarrassment as I picked him up over my shoulder, Kenny catching my hand in his. We got into the warmth of Kenny's house and quickly shut the door. We sat on his sofa and pulled up a blanket from the floor, staying close to get warm. Kenny leant on my shoulder and I put my arms around him.

'Don't let me go, please. Just, stay with me, till morning. I won't think this is real otherwise.' He spoke.

Kenny

I was so confused, I loved Stan with all my heart, but I was so scared he would realize he wanted Kyle. This was happening so fast, I had to be sure, I had to say how I felt.

'You won't leave me for Kyle, right?'

There was an awkward silence that I thought Stan might have not said anything to, but he turned to me, and hee tipped my chin up to face him. My eyes unable to escape his and he kissed me lightly on the lips before speaking. I trembled with what he might say, I hung on every word.

'Kenny, I love you, not Kyle. Kyle has never understood me or appreciated me like you have. You have made me feel so wanted and special, and I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel the same.'

Tears continued to spill over my cheeks. I had grown up in a poor family, my dad getting drunk and beating my mother. I went days without eating. They never paid any attention to me or made me feel wanted. It was by far the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to me.

'Thank you Stan' I cried. 'You have no idea how much than means to me.'

He laughed and let me rest my head back on his shoulder again, and he fell asleep. I watched him, wondering what he might be dreaming of. I smiled to myself. Stan had come back to me, even after I closed the door on him, he came back.

He chose me over Kyle, over his best friend! I felt so happy; I had to say something to him, even though he was asleep. I got up and laid him down on the sofa properly, covering him in the blanket and quickly snuggled up to him. I kissed him on forehead before I whispered to him, hoping he would hear me.

'Stan, you're all mine…and I will never let you go again.'

End.