Author's Notes: And you thought you'd seen long chapters…this chapter is gunna be a really long & big lip-licking type chapter if you know what I mean. So the rating has been ranked up to M for this chapter only. I don't really want make an edit and put it up on my DA profile since I know I'll get confused/angry rants from non-readers. roll eyes But that aside…
Summary: Having finally arrived at their holiday destination, a plan must be set out between the group. Whilst Kenny must find a way to take away and keep the kids amused in the cleanest way possible, Stan & Kyle have some anniversary 'celebrating' to begin.
Best Days
15 Minutes Later…
Kyle's POV
We're finally at the last bridge-crossing that'll take us to the main accommodation island of the whole group. And just as we exit the shade of the tropical trees and sandy sidewalks, the boys instantly press their faces up against the darkened glass to view the stretch of crystal blue ocean on either side.
"Wow…" Miles calls first. "It's so……beautiful."
"That's right son……some of the best ocean views in the whole World."
"Is it really THIS blue everywhere around here?"
"Mmm-hmm…" Stan replies. "And I suppose you two will want to do plenty of swimming, correct."
"Yeh yeh yeh…" They both cry in excitement.
"Well…don't forget…there's still a swimming pool at the villa as well that gazes out at the ocean and the stretch of white beach, so you'll have to make your mind up on that one." And as me and Stan look at our boys' faces light up to shield their high-excitement of wanting to get there, we both look at each other. Stan's eyes sparkle and I suddenly get a sense of his thoughts giving me a 'That Jacuzzi better be working too…' look to which I give a cheeky smirk and look out the window.
Suddenly, my cell-phone starts to send buzzes down my leg and I immediately pick it out and answer it. "Hello?"
"Yo biatch…you iz' chillin' in der' chill-zone of yer' pimped-in-ride, correct?"
"You watch too much TV, Kenny…" I smile.
"Playboy, yes……can't get enough of it." I give off a little laugh. "But none of that MTV 'Yo-yo-yo' crap……just as bad as it was 20 years ago and I doubt TV's gunna try breaking PC to change anything on that bomb-shell of a channel."
"ANYWAY…enough about TV, what's up?"
"Well…apart from the clearest goddam sky I've ever seen…I was wondering HOW you were planning tonight's little 'separation' of the group. I'm presuming you'll be wanting the estate to yourself tonight…unless you had last-minute plans to give your boys front-row seats to the greatest show on Jehovah's Earth."
I laugh again despite how wrong that sounds. "Dude…"
"Ha ha…seriously…what do you want me to do?"
"Well…I was wondering if you wouldn't mind taking the kids out for the night and entertaining them in some way…"
"Entertaining, huh?"
"NO…not that sort…"
"Ha ha…joking……yeh, sure…I'm sure there's plenty of stuff to do on this island let alone the entire group of islands - me, the kids, my wallet and a Daft-Con 3 lockdown on my filthy mind……you got it."
"Thanks Kenny…"
"Oh and one more thing…"
"What?"
"How long do you want us to be out for…OR…in terms that you'd understand…how long does it take a Jew to screw in and out of a light bulb?"
I give my eyes half-open look with a laughing smirk on my face too. "Well…all the stuff that comes before THAT……and then me being the Electrician as you would probably say…"
"…Nice pun…" He quickly adds.
"…let's say……4 hours. Get ready at 6, take them out at 7 and then find something or SOMETHINGS to do for that time while I…I mean WE……y'know…"
"Ha ha…methinks the Jew is in his Dom state tonight…"
"You think correctly my friend…"
"OK……but don't limit Stan to just being the light bulb……he does a good job at being the electrician too, y'know…"
"How would YOU know, hmmmm…" I smirk again.
"I don't……I let my filth-dar and flirt-detector do the work on that matter…"
"Ha ha…OK…I think we better end it there - Stan's giving me a weird look and NOW, he's giving me an even funnier look…"
"Alright…see yer' at der' crib…biJewatch…"
"Ha…goodbye Kenny." I put the phone down and Stan still gives me a weird look. We both end up laughing. Stan believes he knows what we were talking about, and although he's probably half-right in what he thinks…believe me; he has NO idea what I still have planned.
"You didn't tell him about…"
"No way…why would I want to spoil the…surprise…"
"Ha ha……good…I've been waiting for some pay-back for YEARS…" Yes, it looks like Stan's not the only one who's going to be getting quite a surprise tonight. And the best thing is, is that I…am in full control of it all, ha ha.
Bow Bells say goodbye to the last train,
Over the river they all go again.
Out into leafy nowhere,
Hope someone's waiting out there…for them.
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20 Minutes Later…
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With all our bags and luggage safely and quickly moved into the estate via the back, I take the card-key out of the sensor on the front door and begin the count-down to opening the front door as everyone else stands behind me with Stan by my side.
"Five……four……THREE……..TWO……"
"Seventy Hundred…" Kenny smirks - rolling his eyes at what he believes is a daft build-up to this.
"…ONE…" I open the door and the kids run in which is followed by four 'WOAH!'s of equal volume and intensity. We walk straight into a marble and tropical-tiled corridor which gives access to the sitting room at the back and the kitchen on our right. As Kenny is dragged along by his own children to tour the house, me and Stan take each other's hands to remind ourselves of this paradise.
A 2-floored detached double-joined vacation estate villa complete with 2 swimming pools, a Jacuzzi (which is on OUR side), 5 bedrooms in total, 3 bathrooms, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen and a patio garden complete with an amazing courtyard view of the stretched white beaches and crystal blue oceans.
"Well…" I say - other arm around Stan as we make our way out into the patio next to the pool as we look out at the ocean.
"What do you mean……I've seen this place before. I can remember our honey-moon, y'know."
I giggle. "No…I mean……is this a suitable setting for you, my love…"
Stan smiles and rests his head on my shoulder. "Of course…it's the best setting anybody could ever dream of. And it's the best setting for OUR Anniversary too."
"Glad you agree…" We kiss one another for maybe the first of a thousand times this evening. "…and trust me, I'll be making this setting EVEN MORE special for us…but more importantly, for YOU…tonight…"
"Oh? And how are you planning on doing that, hmmmm…"
"Care for a sneak preview?" I flirtingly smirk.
"Oooooo, I'm already liking the sound of this……" We stare into each other's eyes and move close together in order to give one another a lustful kiss - making it our 2nd of 1000 kisses tonight. But just before my lips touch his, we hear crying voices.
"Dad……DAD…"
"Pops……help us, please…"
We break off quickly and turn around. "Yeh…what is it son?" Stan asks.
"Dad…me and Miles can't decide on which bedroom we wanna sleep in. We like the bedroom on this side because of the beach…but we like the west side coz' of all the trees and white buildings and stuff."
"Don't worry…I'll sort this out……come on, let's go and decide." I say as the boys follow me back in-doors.
Stan's POV
As I watch Kyle getting dragged back into the villa by Daniel and Miles, I turn back around and lean on the white railing - gazing out at the stunningly beautiful white beaches and clear-blue oceans. After standing by myself for a solid minute simply taking in the beauty of this tropical paradise setting, Kenny soon joins me from out of the patio door and stops by my side - leaning on the railing and taking a gaze too.
"Do you think they dye the beaches?" I look at him with a half-odd look. "I mean……white is SO not sand…and that fat-ass beach is white. Sand is brown and yellowy and stuff…so there must be some reason for that gritty stuff being that colour."
"Kenny…you truly do come up with the most random things in the World…period."
He looks back at me and smirks. "Hey……I'm only trying to pit some competition against all this lovey-dovey talk you and Kosher-Boi back there are giving off. My GAYger Counter is picking up a large radiation of toxic-smutty 'LOVE' from you two."
"Shut up Kenny…" He laughs as I say that. "It's none of your business what we get up to tonight." I add with a smirk.
"I guess not…well I won't be here anyway. At least I'm safe in the knowledge that I'm sharing this estate - NOT having to crank my iPod-I up to full-blast to drown-out your moaning…"
"Like we won't have to do the same……you with those magazines…HA, I think you're the one who'll be moaning just to get just as much if not ANY, enjoyment like we will…"
"Ha ha…you two doing your 'thing' with iPod-I's…now that would be a first…"
"…you never know…"
"DAM…and I thought I was the joker here…"
We both laugh and lean against the bars again. "Seriously…DAM…I can't believe it's been 10 years since you lost your virginity to a Jew…" He smirks and I smirk too.
"But a good, hot, sexy, smart Jew, nonetheless…"
"Point taken……I think a decade of being together must definitely show something there. Most of the famous friends I have, have been married, divorced, fucked-up on booze, re-married and re-divorced more times than you've been tops, Stan…" I give him an odd look again and he simply looks back at me and laughs - leading me to break a little laugh out eventually.
"So…Kenny…" I start a new topic that doesn't involve me and Kyle…"What are you here for anyway…and especially during our second destination…"
"Oh…THAT? Well…it's just a bit of this…and a bit of that basically. Have to check up on my restaurants, check the finances, sign and agree to a few new deals and if I'm lucky…get dozens of fan-girls and fan-chefs squealing the name of 'Le Scruff' as I pass by."
"Sounds good……though I doubt you'll get any fan-girls crying YOUR name, dude…"
"At least I'll get more girls than you ever will…" We look at one another and realise what he's joking about there. He laughs again and I break out a little laugh…again, also. "1...is the record so far out of us three…so fingers crossed." We both smile again and Kenny takes his body off the railing. "Well…I better go and un-pack my stuff and help the kids too. Later Stan…"
"Later Kenny…" I end as he pats me on the shoulder and walks back in-doors - leaving me to gaze one final time at the perfect view we have of the beach, ocean and sky, before I too make my way indoors to unpack.
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6 Hours Later
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Although US TWO aren't going out of the estate at all, Kyle managed to flirtingly seduce me into wearing smart clothes for tonight…well…for SOME of tonight, at least.
"Come on you two……the others are waiting for yer'…" I shout up to the boys as Kenny and his two kids wait by the door in very stylish smart-casual clothes.
Finally, after a minute or so, Daniel and Miles finally come down the marble stairs in their own smart-casual clothes. "Hey…you two are looking nice…"
"Thanks dad…"
"Mmmmerrrrr…"
"What's wrong Miles?"
"Well……what if no one else in the area is not wearing the kind of stuff we are. We could look silly and then…everyone will look us and then…"
"Miles…son…no they won't. Don't look at it like that…if they are dressed in a different way…it's because they don't want to impress and they don't care. If you dress like that…that shows people that you DO care about yourself and that you DO care about your looks. If you want to…you can make it look as if you're better than them if you want…" Kyle smiles to which he raises a smile on Miles' face too. "Right…you four ready to go?" Kyle asks to which the four kids give off a big 'Yeh!'.
"Alright guys…go and wait outside…I'll be out in a minute…" Kenny says to which he watches the four kids go out and wait outside the door…outside of hearing range. "Enjoy yourselves you two." He winks to us two and smirks.
"Shut up Kenny…don't tell us how to celebrate our anniversary…" Kyle smirks back.
"Alright…fine……I guess I'm left with the job of taking care of this lot for the night…"
"And don't you DARE take them to anywhere that's not for their young eyes…you hear me?"
"Relax Kyle……all we're gunna do is smack our balls against the objects swinging around some metal poles." As we both give Kenny odd looks, he simply bursts out laughing. "Oh you two are too easy to tease…" He gives US a smirk. "No…I'm gunna be treating them to a meal at one of my exclusive restaurants, one of which is situated in the downtown area, then we'll be having a nice stroll through the busy shopping streets…and to round it all off…we'll be swinging around some poles……at one of the World's biggest Crazy Golf courses in the whole World……"
"Oh right……you meant GOLF…" I reply.
"Of course…" He smirks again. "What did you think I meant?"
"Well…something FAR different than Golf, that's for sure." Kyle says…to which we look at one another and smile - realising that this is the prefect time to begin our plan…"
"So…ummmmmm…Kenny…where is this new restaurant of yours, if you don't mind us asking you?"
"And why DO you ask…"
"Oh…we just…want to know just in case we need to find you…"
"I thought you said you weren't gunna leave here ALL night…"
"Oh Kenny, do you really think we put sex first before our own kids."
"…………Yes…" He laughs. "Alright fine…it's called Scruffs-Baha and it's located on New-3rd Street, alright?"
"Got it……we'll be 'needing' that location…so thanks a lot Kenny."
"No problem…now if you'll excuse me…we've got MY restaurant to get to, so I'll leave you two to get on with your night. Don't go running to my bed if you make a mess of YOUR own…I don't want any 'evidence' in either part once we get back, alright?"
"Fine…" We both reply with a smirk. And with that said, Kenny waves us a wink goodbye and finally makes his way outside and out the door. As soon as the door is fully closed and after we wait a few seconds to see if Kenny is predictably listening in, Kyle walks over to the door, locks it tight shut, closes and locks the porch-door too and turns around - his face now changed to his loveable flirty self.
"Soooooo…" He says.
"Soooooo…" I say in reply.
"Looks like we have the WHOLE house…to ourselves tonight."
"Yep…so that means we can DO whatever we want, right?"
"Correct…cutie."
To which I blush. "Oh Kyle…you're making me weak and grabable already."
Kyle giggles. "Well…we'll have plenty of time for…'all that' later on. But before I start the first of my Anniversary treats…we need to sort out business first…"
"Yes we do…"
Kyle quickly flicks out his cell-phone and calls the first phone-number automatically macro'd to it. I stand near and watch. "Hello……it's me. He's finally gone……yes…he's going THERE first………New-3rd Street……and the name is…Scruffs-Baha……yep……the one-and-only………you shouldn't have any problems with him……though I'm sure you'll know how to play him. And try not to be TOO cruel……ha ha……OK……thanks friend……goodbye…" He flicks his phone back in and turns it off - switching his attention back to me. "There……it's done…"
"Ha ha…" I rub my hands together. "Revenge is sweet…"
"Let's just make sure we make him see the good side of it all."
"Ha…let's hope so."
"ANYWAY……shall we begin the night…"
"YES……care to enlighten me, dear?"
"With pleasure……" Kyle moves over to the dining table and picks up what looks like a large folded menu. "Go ahead and take your pick." What I immediately see stuns me.
"Kyle……are you serious…"
"Lovey serious, Stan……anything that tickles your fancy on that menu…you can have."
"But…I……oh jeez…there's so much to choose from……I don't know what to have. They all look and SOUND delicious………AH……I…can't…decide."
Kyle simply looks at me and smiles. He comes close and kisses me. (Kiss #8) "Don't worry Stan……I'll help you decide."
Kyle walks over to the wall-phone without taking the menu from me and immediately picks up the mini-Bluetooth device. Kyle deliberately turns the phone to speaker so that I can hear the conversation.
"Good evening Estate Room Service…"
"Good evening…this is Kyle Marsh-Broflovski calling…"
"Oh, good evening sir…how may I be of service?"
"Can I order a bottle of your finest chilled Brouche-De-Blanc…and the Lobster-Thermerdore with Beluvian Caviar…"
"With everything?"
"Yes…with everything…"
"And would that be for two, sir?"
Kyle turns back around and smiles at me. "Absolutely…"
"Very good sir…your meal will be ready and delivered for you in 1 hour…"
"Thank you…goodbye" He puts the head-set down and looks at me in that cute flirty way again. He puts one finger out and flicks it back and forth - seducing me to come over.
"Sneaky AND clever…I like the way you think Kyle…"
"Oh we've only just begun, my love……I've got plenty of treats in store for you and ONLY you…"
"I look forward to it……" He comes close to me. "SO…" I continue. "…has your sneaky mind come up with something to pass an hour's time?"
"Well……I can't think of anything that doesn't involve us stripping and doing something that should be saved to a warm or wet place…"
"Tee-hee…"
"BUT…how about we start it off with a little mouth-to-mouth…" He wiggled his eye-brows.
"You trying to save me from something, Kyle…"
"NO…I just want you to catch your breath before later on tonight…"
"Good thinking…" And with that said, Kyle brings me closer and we launch into our first set of thoroughly lustful kisses. (Kiss #9 & #10 extended) Kyle softly and romantically presses me up against the wall and leans his body into mine. "Dam…you're sexy when you're all flirty and sneaky like this…"
"And I aim to make us both as sexy as possible for tonight…"
"Then do your stuff, cutey…" And with that, Kyle continues his wave of lustfulness in my mouth and around my neck - sending warm buzzes in my mouth, across my face and around my neck, shoulders and arms. This is only kissing and already he's set me off. Goodness knows what I'm going to feel like…later tonight.
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Meanwhile…1 Hour Later…
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Kenny's POV
How the hell did I end up nearly hitting the age mark of 30 - ALREADY taking care of two kids AND baby-sitting another two for those love-birds?! It's stressful enough having to do all this over-country business and work-duty for my company and fellow affiliates, but having to think of something under PG-13 that's suitable for these four is hard work. The only thing I've associated with warm dark evenings have been under a sheet doing I-know-what or banging a drum as loud as I can to get rid of some of the anger I have from past assholes and chefs at my restaurant.
"I can't decide dad." Laura brings my attention back to where we currently are. Thankfully, my Bahamas-based restaurant has actually got a few decent student-aged chefs that can cook at least fifty percent of my OBVIOUS talent, ha ha. "Dad…what should I have?"
"Laura…it's up to you…whatever's on that menu you can have. Just make sure you don't order something icky like the squid with jelly-filled tentacles."
"Ewwww…nasty……" Laura looks over at Stan's boy Daniel. "Hey, Danny-boy…what are YOU having…"
"Ummmm…I…well…I……I haven't decided yet…" Ha ha…I can see plenty of sweat-drops trickling down his neck whenever Laura even looks at him.
"Oh…but you'll help ME decide, won't you…"
"Ummmm…y-yeh…of…course I will…ha ha…" Daniel replies - scratching his shirt collar as Laura giggles and returns to her own menu.
I'm quite surprised this place is doing well. I took a bit of gamble setting up part of the chain here due to the amount of rivalry I have with fellow famous chefs and THEIR business empires, but this place seems to have come up trumps in the end. Pretty much every table has at least a couple on it and the noise is unbearable but exciting to be within, just how I like it.
Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun,
He works nights but it's not much fun.
Picks up the London yo-yo's,
All on their own down Soho.
Take me home!
"Right……I'm gunna go get us all some drinks……orders please boys and girls…"
"Coke…"
"Ummmm…just a Diet Coke…"
"Lime & Lemon with Ice please dad…" Laura says with a smile.
"And I'll HAVE a Pint…" Josh responds with a smirk.
"Hey…no alcohol for you son…" I smile. "…and none for any of you. You have your own ways childish ways to enjoy yourself and laugh…I'm an old man - I need my liquid support now and again…"
"Why don't you take some medication then, Mr. Old Man…" Josh replies to which the others giggle. I look back and smile. "Coke…please." And with that, I make my way to the bar - everyone looking at me and splitting apart like I'm some kind of people-controlling Moses or sumin.
"YES SIR…what can I do for you…"
"Apart from the obvious of making sure this place doesn't balls up……I'll have 2 Cokes, a Diet and an L&L…"
"L&L?"
"Oh girl…you don't speak the drink-lingo? My my…you better catch up on your teachings lady…"
"Oh right…sorry sir…" I have a feeling she just took that as serious. Then again, I guess whatever I say in here, people won't be able to tell the difference between a joke and seriousness. "And for you, sir?"
"Bud please…"
"WAIT…I'll pay for HIS drinks, if you don't mind…" A 30-ish man's voice speaks to my right. I turn my head to see a blond-haired man passing a note to the bar-girl to pay for my orders.
"Paying for the owner's order? Either you're begging for a promotion…or you got the wrong type of club, dude…" I can't believe I still call complete strangers 'dude'. "Nice get-up……5 points for having respect to dress casually in my restaurant…and an extra 2 points for knowing what colour goes with which…"
"I have your friends to thank me for that…"
"Hmmm?"
"Stan & Kyle Marsh-Broflovski…"
"Oh, you know the love-birds…"
"Ha ha…I have them to thank for my dress-sense…"
"Oh, nice option to share the praise. Either one of them wouldn't be happy if they didn't get any praise in a guy's fashion sense they'd support…"
"Well…both of them promoted to the Head Board of Art at KBSM and they told me how to look good…what more can you ask for?"
"A haircut?" I cheekily reply to which he smirks.
"Who you with?"
"Oh…" I point. "Those four…" To which I realise just how stupid I am. "Dam…I've left them on their own……ah jeez…despite you kinda scare me a little by wearing sun-glasses indoors, do you mind if you…"
"Not at all…" To which he goes over to the four kids - carrying the drinks I ordered and watches over them until I return from what business I have to take care of at the back first. And as a member of staff guides me to the main staff room to where my meeting is waiting, that guy is stuck in my head. Despite the fact I barely know him AND I'm sticking with what he says that he knows Stan & Kyle AND he dresses like he knows a few things……I guess I can trust him for at least a few more minutes.
Other people wouldn't like to hear you, if you said,
That these are the best days, of our lives.
Other people turn around and laugh at you, if you said,
That these are the best days, of our lives.
Besides, I've got security personnel watching over my table under my orders, so I guess I'm safe enough. Then again, just because you're dressed in black and carry a god dam pistol on yer' doesn't mean you know how to address it, so I best be safe there. Anyway, this business shouldn't be too long.
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Meanwhile…30 Minutes Later…
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Stan's POV
"Mmmmm…" I make out with food still in my mouth. That makes it a dozen times this evening that I've shown my delight in just how delicious this food is. And as I take a sip on my glass of champagne and look up at Kyle who's sat opposite to me on our smaller meal table, I see that all he can do is smile and giggle at me. "What's so funny, hmmm?" I ask - gulping down another mash of lobster and caviar.
"Oh nothing……it's just…it makes me happy knowing that I'm making YOU happy and everything, that's all."
"And why wouldn't you? Everything you do and everything you are…is perfect Kyle…"
He smiles again. "Enjoying the meal, I see?" He continues with his own.
"Absolutely…" I respond with delight. "Looks like Kenny's gunna have to work harder to satisfy my taste-buds now…"
"Same here…"
We continue our usual eat-smile-eat-flirt-eat pattern until both sets of 3 plates are blank and clean from food. "Delicious…" I cry - stretching my arms to indicate that the night is already getting to me.
"Tired?" Kyle smirks with a 'brow raised.
"Should I be?"
"I dunno……better make sure you give the right answer, Stan…" He smiles.
"Oh I'm sure you wanna get me straight in that bed, don't you."
"Now why would I wanna do that, Stan?" He smirks again to which we both laugh and look at each other again.
"Well…I'm not THAT tired…"
"Good…"
"Good? My my Kyle…you surprise me…got something else planned, huh?"
"Oh you'll see…" And after we let a few minutes pass to let our meal go properly down, Kyle takes my hand, leads me out of the patio area, takes me into the courtyard slash garden part and guides me to the balcony area where a bright yellowish white moon glows in its full-shape over a sparkling ocean and night-toned beach. A small warm wind blows from the right. We stop and lean against the side - looking out towards the ocean. Kyle puts his arm around me and we turn towards each other.
"I wish we could have anniversaries every day…" I say.
"Well we can't I'm afraid……but on the plus side…we can make nights like this even better so that we can remember them."
"Mmmmm…that's true…" I smile. "So……what brings us out here then…I doubt looking out at this gorgeous view isn't what you had planned, is it Kyle?"
"Correct…" He goes over to the Jacuzzi and touches the sensor key on it - turning it on and starting its main programme. Standing back up, he walks over and immediately begins to un-button MY shirt. "I think you know the drill by now…" He smirks.
"I do……"
"Good good……" As I begin to un-dress…Kyle makes his way back in-doors. "I'll go and get the champagne then…" He flicks his shirt off and throws it to one side - giving me a flirty stare in the process, to which I give a little giggle back.
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Meanwhile…30 Minutes Later…
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Kenny's POV
Even though there's a quite a lot of here playing, I think we're the only ones who are actually PLAYING Golf rather than just standing around. For someone who's hardly a 'Celebrity' in the manner, I'm getting quite a lot of attention drawn to me just for being here. I never knew so many people knew about me anyway, after all, I'm only one of the World's most famous chefs and 'food & drink' businessmen…I'm not like…a celebrity, ha. Then again, if I got THAT much attention in the restaurant, I'm not surprised at the amount I'm getting here. The 18-hole area looks great. It's not just one of these standard flat-ground and crappy zig-zag courses in some bar's garden, oh no. They've gone to great lengths to make this place look really cool. Ponds, waterfalls, bamboo bridges, electronically-moving obstacles, grass hills, pine-trees - it feels less like an 18-holer course than it does, a garden…and at night, this place is looking even better.
Trellick Tower's been calling,
I know she'll leave me in the morning.
In hotel cells listening to dial tones,
Remote controls and cable moans.
In his drink he's talking,
Gets disconnected sleepwalking back home.
We're on the 11th hole now - a collection of sharp corners, tunnels, ball-bridges and a slide on Par 4. The Scorecard is as follows: Daniel: -4, Josh: -1, Laura: 0, Miles+2...and then there's me on +6. Golf's not my strong-point in the sporting department and especially this kind of golf - I can't recall the last time I made it out of the bottom place and playing against four 10 year olds just makes it look even more ridiculous.
I watch Josh take his first shot - he swings it so hard that it ends up on the booby-trap area where it's hard to get out of.
"Tough luck son…" I say.
"Dang…I was aiming to get it out of the course so I could just whack it to the hole." He replies with a smirk. "After all…this IS golf."
"True…but this is putting golf…none of that swinging power…"
Laura steps up for her first shot. "Wish me luck Daniel…" She smiles to which Daniel blushes a little…again.
"Ummmm…y-yeh……of……of course."
Laura takes her shot which ends up on the track that we're all aiming at and her purple-coloured ball rolls through all the parts and into a good position. "Yay…I'm sure that was your good luck Daniel…thank you…" She laughs to which Daniel blushes again.
I've still got a wait to go until it comes to my (crappy) shot, so I decide to take a look around. The course is located within a jungle-growth area just off from the main busy street of the island from where we've just come from. The course itself is surprisingly well-deigned - hell, one hole is in a cave and one is underneath a bridge, so how's THAT for creativity, huh? Apart from that, there's a few areas of stair-climbing and walking down the stone paths to get to each hole so it is kinda like walking through a garden at the same time. I may sound like I'm really into it, but I'm only saying I because the kids really REALLY like it too. They've been asking me about it ever since I first told them of it earlier on. As soon as we got here, all four of them just couldn't wait to get underway. What is it with kids and putting golf - you make it creative enough and they go absolutely crazy over it.
"Still waiting for your shot huh?" A voice calls me from behind and I turn around.
Although the ground-lamps are humming light within this dark ground, I can easily recognize the guy in front of me. "Ah, you…" It's that guy from the restaurant who watched over the kids and the same guy I talked to at the bar. "……on your own, hmmm? No family or friends or even drunken nobodies you've happened to pick up by chance?"
"Ha ha…no, not for me…I'm here all on my own…" He laughs and smiles. "Name's Nick…"
"Kenny……though I'm pretty sure you already knew that…" I reply - shaking his hand.
"Of course…I can't forget the face of a thousand stressed-looks on your cookery programme…"
"Ah…that's what dumb student-chefs can do to ya'……So what brings you out all the way into this surprisingly creative spot of fun?"
"Oh y'know…just wanna…pass the time. I was hoping to meet someone and take it from there…"
"DAD…YOUR TURN…" Laura shouts from where the hole is and I take my position at what will definitely be a crap shot.
"Oh really? And does this 'find' limit itself to one specific gender…"
"Yes…it does…"
I line up my shot. "Ah-ha…so…looks like I've got a 50-50 chance of getting this carefully right."
"Ha……ah no need to sweat over getting the choice right………the answer's male…" I miss-hit my shot as soon as I hear that answer. "You look surprised…"
"Not at all……it was just…well…ha…yeh, I guess that did come as a surprise."
"Ha…well…looks like you've got some work to do with your ball. You better get moving - looks like your kids are gunna beat you again on this hole."
I hide my jealous smirk and show a smile instead, picking up my club and walking down the path down a MASSIVE five foot to where my ball's ended up. And as I stand and watch as the other four take their second shots, I can't help but think that guy, Nick, is looking in my direction in an odd way. I guess the crapness of my shot is certainly getting some attention…in the wrong way. But at the same time, there's this little voice in the back of mind telling me……it's something else.
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Meanwhile…
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Kyle's POV
It's amazing how even though we do this at nearly every perfect opportunity we get, it never gets old and it NEVER EVER loses its romantic feel. "I can never get over just HOW hot you look in a Jacuzzi, Stanny…"
"Hey…you stole my line there…"
"Well you steal all my lines as well…just because you cant come up with any of your own…" I give a flirty smirk. I turn the temperature up slightly as I move closer in to Stan's naked body in the bubbling water. Stan's used to being cornered by my clever manoeuvring, and he looks as if he's beginning to fully enjoy it and embrace my evening flirtiness. "Oooooo…you're getting all warm and smooth now, my love…"
"And is that of some importance?" He asks with a smirk to which I giggle.
"Oh you'll find out soon enough…"
"…in a bed, I presume." To which I look to the side and smirk as Stan giggles too. I then reach out to Stan's glass and pour him out another small amount of champagne and hand it to him. "Oh come on Kyle…I've already drank three glasses…"
"Well…this'll be your last one…"
"You trying to get me drunk?"
"Should I?"
"Ha ha…I bet me being drunk would be better in YOUR position, wouldn't it…"
"Well…you never know…there's a first time for everything…" I smirk again. "But not tonight……it is our Anniversary after all and I want BOTH of us to remember it for all the RIGHT reasons…" I move closer into him and put one arm around his body. "Come on now my cutie…" I angle the crystal glass and he slowly sips it down. "There we go…that wasn't so bad was it…"
To which, Stan looks at me and smiles. "Oh Kyle…" He begins to run his fingers through my red 'fro which turns me on slightly. I pull him closer and give him a loving kiss and it's not long before we've got both our arms around one another and we're kissing like there's no tomorrow.
"Mmmmm…you taste nice…"
"Are you sure that's me you're tasting…" He smirks.
"Oh I'm sure - champagne doesn't taste this hot…and loving…and sexy…"
"Shouldn't you be saying that about my looks?"
I smirk. "Well…everything about you IS hot and loving and sexy Stan…it's why I love you so much…"
"WELL……it's only fair then to find out what you taste like…"
"Oh…and how are you gunna go about doing that…" Suddenly, Stan dunks his head underwater and begins to push my stomach up against the side of the Jacuzzi. I lose sight of him under all the bubbles. But I have a feeling on what he's planning and as soon as the smirk rises on my face, I start to get…all…ohhhh…all KINDS of…OHHHH…all kIIIInda OF……Oh God……kinds of snEEEaky ideas about WHAT…OHHHH…he's doing! "OH…STAN…" I moan as I let my whole body go, for Stan to pleasure under the bubbles. I feel myself slipping away from locking myself within as Stan continues to push…and suck…ALL my buttons that will eventually lead me to an eventual orgasm - before we've even got near the bed.
Other people wouldn't like to hear you, if you said,
That these are the best days, of our lives.
Other people turn around and laugh at you, if you said,
That these are the best days, of our lives.
Other people break into a cold sweat, if you said,
That these are the best days, of their lives.
Finally, after a few minutes of pleasure on and around my crotch, Stan comes back up and looks at me with a cheeky smirk on his face. "Mmmmmmm…you DO taste nice…"
I look back at him with a twinkle in my eye. "WELL…that's certainly given me a lot of energy to give back to you Stan…"
"Oh…and how will you go about that, huh?"
And that is as perfect an answer Stan could give for me to begin the final treat of our anniversary celebration night. I watch as his face slips from a smirk to a cute slightly scared impression as my own face goes from delight to my trade-mark sneaky-flirty look on my face. "Come on cutie……" I take his hand and we both rise up out of the Jacuzzi.
"Oh, you gunna treat me to one more thing are you…"
"OH…it'll be a TREAT alright…" I giggle - still holding his hand and pulling him back in-doors and into our luxurious already-organised bedroom - both of us still completely butt-naked.
As soon as we pass the arch of the bedroom door, my flirty side suddenly takes over and I find myself pushing Stan down onto the bed front-first and topping him - ready to…DO…things to and for him. And so…the bed pleasure begins:
I run my fingers up and down his sides and begin to massage his sexy naked body to start off things. A massage soon turns to me kissing his entire body front and back. "OOOOOHHHHH…" Stan moans even before I've even got to the main event. As I kiss him all over, my hands help to satisfy and also, send warm buzzes all around Stan's body. Kisses then lead to sucks which eventually, lead to me licking parts of his body and anatomy that are very "important" to both of us. "OOOOHHH…KYLE…" He continues to moan - wrapping his fingers around one of my hands and holding tight. I turn him around so that he is looking up at me and we both smile into each other's eyes. "Sometimes I forget just how much you make me love you……but all of this doesn't have to happen for me to love you Kyle…"
"…well I love you so much Stan - as long as you're happy, than I'm happy too and it will always remain like that…"
"…forever and ever, my love…"
"for…EVER AND EVER…MY love…" Which is then followed by one of our usual post-romance loving-kisses which lasts for about a full minute with a lot of tongue action. As soon as we break away, I give him the smile-response to which Stan willingly rolls himself back around so that I am finally going to TOP him for our Anniversary celebration.
"Now my love…" Stan speaks romantically. "Show me what our love feels like…take me and make me your own - your lover…your husband…your…Stan…"
I say nothing but smile. I reach over to the table to pick up the two vital objects that are only needed for me to begin something that I always look back at properly wishing to be doing ever since I was 16. As soon as the condom is on, I begin applying the lube to not only my own bit of anatomy, but most importantly, the anatomy of my lover…NO…my HUSBAND, Stanley Marsh-Broflovski. I apply the cooled lube to the opening of his ass and then after applying some to my two fingers, I begin to slowly insert them in. I feel Stan shiver slightly, but at the same time, he grips tight hold of my spare hand in a romantic grasp. My two fingers slowly move back and forth - making sure that I don't go further than touching the tip of his prostate, just as Stan likes it. Finally, with Stan's ass lubed-up, I crawl up to Stan and wrap my other arm around him.
And so……our anniversary "love" begins…
I slowly lower my crotch into Stan and once it gets inserted, Stan's ass, like the welcoming vacuum I jokingly call it, tightens slightly and I begin my slow movement back and forth. "Ohhhhh…" He begins as I rub my arm and hand across his bare shaven chest. I go slightly deeper and I feel my shaft growing to its full height and straightness. "OHHHHH…" I hear again. I place my head next to Stan's and look directly at him with closed eyes. Deeper…loving…deeper…loving…and as I do so, a more romantic grip around Stan. It's not long before my arms and legs are totally wrapped around Stan's entire naked body.
"Here it comes…" I whisper still my eyes closed. "…here it comes, my love…"
"Oh yes…OHHHH YES…KYLE……come……come and show me what true love is…"
We feel each other's warmth and love surround one another and just as I feel the threshold of my shaft reaching breaking point……it happens. My shaft, having finally entered Stan fully, releases a wave of love upon contact of Stan's inner self and warm buzzing shockwaves travel from my own body, into Stan and then across every atom of his anatomy all the way up to his fingertips and individual blades of his shoulder-length black hair. We both let out a roar of moaning delight. The room goes silent, our breathing picks up a little and I simply look down at Stan with eyes half-open and a smile gracefully lit up on my face. I slowly move myself out and remove the filled condom from my still-straight shaft. Looking down at my tired, buzzing, delighted husband, and to Stan's surprise, I insert myself back inside Stan - slowly, deeply and condom-free. As soon as I feel me and Stan touching with one another inside, I wrap my body around Stan again and begin to whisper inside his ear. "I will never let go Stan……I will NEVER EVER let go of the one who I have loved ever since we were little kids. No matter what……I will always love you Stan…"
And all Stan can do, which makes me more happier than I could ever be, is raise his head slightly and smile. "Then I will NEVER EVER allow you to let go. I want you to be with me, around me…and in me…for as long as time exists. And NO MATTER what…I…will…LOVE YOU…Kyle…"
And other people turn around and laugh at you, if you said,
That these are the best days, of our lives.
Of OUR lives!
Then…my memory slowly melts into happiness as we both finally lay silent for the rest of the night…...within each other's presence.
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Author's Comments: WOW…I finally finished it - I told you it was going to be long, so don't expect another chapter of this length and of this complexity for quite a while if not, ever. I hope you enjoyed this chapter…please please PLEASE review this chapter because it would mean SO much to me after working SO hard on this one especially. And the best thing is, is that this story is FAR from over…hell, we're only half-way through, remember? So comes an Interlude next, after all, there are still some questions to be answered if you've been paying attention…if you know what I mean.