Author's Notes: I hadn't forgot about this. I've just been extremely busy with my new job and University work and all that. But I'm back to at least try and update this on a weekly basis, because I know how much some people like this story and I sure as hell am liking it even more in writing it. Besides, as of 8th September (American Time), SxK is OFFICIALLY factual canon and 100 percent real, but I'm sure all you fans will know that by now. So with that delightful fact out of the way, let's continue on, shall we...
London Loves
Kyle's POV
4 Days Later
"Are you fucking serious, here?" Kenny says – the shock on his face as humorously fresh as it was a few minutes ago when I first told him this.
"Absolutely." I reply back in my usual professional and business-like way – still giving the traditional friendly smirk, of course. He looks down at the floor, then around him as if to make sure he's not dreaming. I know the exquisit surroundings of this 5-star room may seem like a dream to most people, but I guess we don't need to think like that anymore. But still, I can see Kenny not being able to take in such an offer.
"I know this may have come as a surprise..."
He looks up at me and gives a weak little laugh. "Surprise? You just whacked me across the face with something you call a 'surprise'...and I tell you it feels like I've died and gone to heaven here."
"Oh come on Ken, we all know that you wouldn't even be spending much time in heaven anyway what with your past record."
"Let's not forget, I gave up that 'record' back when I saved your worthful butts." We both laugh and I gladly thank him for giving a euphamistic term such as 'worthful butts' rather than something a lot more...'sexual'.
"OK..." Kenny sits back up straight and looks at me from across the table – clearing his throat and taking a big gulp of coffee and almost spitting it back out after remembering how hot it still is. "...you want to offer me a TV-slot contract with your main channel?"
"That's right, both me AND Stan agree that you're a perfect candidate to fill in our new prime-time slot with a cooking and discussion show." I then explain all the necessary details to him – a weekly hour-slot between 9 and 10pm every Thursday on our main channel KBSM-1. It would consist of a live studio audience, some major (and minor) celebrity guests both from the World of food & drink, the entertainment industry and some well-known people that not many people have heard of. But none of these celebrities who are famous just for being famous, we both gladly agree to. 'Le Scruff' would present the show which would consist of 60 minutes of him preparing a couple of live-made meals and unknown recipes, with the help and assistants of the odd guest here and there, interractions with the audience, both comical and taste-testing, a reported and already recorded piece consisting of either Kenny making a new meal at home or him just going off to some strange location and investigating God knows what and then finally, to round it all off, everything would come together for the final taste-testing of what Kenny has managed to make throughout the 60 minute course of the show. Kenny's a much-loved personality both on and off the cooking sector, so me and Stan have high hopes for this idea.
"WOW, looks like you two really have planned this out. May I ask whether it was a conversation IN or OUT of bed?" He smirks to which I smirk back at him.
"What do you reckon?"
He gives a sarcastic 'let's think about that one' expression and throws me another smirk. "That's a toughie. After all, knowing you two, food can 'get in the way' if you choose it to be."
I throw a pillow at him and he laughs on – he knows too much about what me and Stan get up to. But overall, I look at him and he shows no signs of letting go of his excitement and still, his shock. Even without what I've told him this evening, Kenny has still been his cheerful humorous self these past few days for more than just the obvious reason that he's here to open a chain in his series of McCormick-owned restaurants, here in the rich district of London. Apart from that, I guess where I have work to focus on, Kenny on the otherhand has work on a positive and cheerful side instead, and he's been expressing that mood very openly this week so far.
A melody has taken him over,
Coughing tar in his Japanese motor.
The lights are magic, and he feels lucky, and he's got money.
Shoots like an arrow.
"Dad!" Miles comes walking into the sitting area wearing just trousers and socks. "Are you ready, we're going to be leaving soon, right? I mean, we don't want to be late."
"I know, I know." I reply back. "But you better get yourself ready and smartened up too." Miles looks down and shows a little sign of embarassment and rushes back into his room to get fully changed.
"He must be really loving London, huh?" Kenny asks me.
"Oh yes, he certainly is. He hasn't stopped pleading with me and Stan to take him to all the attractions that he really wanted to see." And that's a statement more true than you would expect. Where Daniel wanted to see all the typical sights like the Houses of Parliament, the Royal Palace, Downing Street, Tower Bridge and even some of the soccer stadiums in London, Miles on the otherhand wanted to go to all the artsy places and was focused more on the visuals and historical information to the sights, rather than the fact that they were just well-known tourist attractions.
Firstly, on Monday when I had my exhibition and public speech at Tate Modern. The original plan was that Stan would take the boys along with Kenny and his kids down into the shopping districts of London until the talk would start and they would come back to watch me. But Miles insisted, no, begged me to let him go to Tate and have a look through the whole gallery. Of course, Daniel being the sporty spending boy that he is, isn't really fond of paintings and art overall, but Miles begged with Stan and I and knowing I had to make it up to him as his father, I just couldn't refuse.
"Oh Pops! Come on, Tate's gunna suck!" Daniel would keep repeating to which me and Stan had to dish out the old 'keep quiet or you're not having...(insert whatever Daniel likes)' parenting to him. But me and Stan both managed to keep a low level of disagreeance from Daniel and even Kenny's kids...and Kenny himself. And as soon as Miles finished his much-loved tour through the floors of Tate, and added Picasso, Turner, Pollock & Van Gogh to his list of favourite artists, I give him the pleasure of standing with me in the back rooms of the gallery where they were transferring and setting up the exhibition space for all my works. Box after box after 'Handle With Extreme Care' box, all 25 selected paintings they had transferred from LA to London, (in an extreme-class freight plane trip that I privately paid for) were carefully placed, labelled, organised and finally revealed in all their multi-styled glory – 10 Abstract works, 5 expressionistic works, 5 landscape works & 5 Dadaist works. I still had the secret privillige of keeping all my 'portraiture' works either at home or in the private collections of those I could trust – Kenny and Butters aside. But even with my own works present, I could tell from his expressions that Miles was more than happy to be here – a modern art gallery full of varied works and artistic content that could only make father and son happy. And that's true – like me, Miles seems to have a very keen eye for the arts and how things look and especially the history of things. Again, even when we were going across London looking at all the sights, where Daniel was glad to finally see them, Miles on the otherhand went on about how he liked/disliked them from an artistic, cultural and even historical perspective. How Daniel and Stan managed to keep up, I have no idea, but I certainly knew what he was talking about. Ha, I guess it really is like father like son.
And as we continued around London either going to important locations or leisurable locations, Miles was certainly the one showing the higest signs of interest. But our presence here really did seem to pick up a lot of attention from the areas of the city we passed through. Well, maybe it's very rare to see not one but two stretched limos together going down the busy streets of London every day of this week to whatever location. On the otherhand, maybe it happens all the time and it was just down to the fact that it was 'the Marsh-Broflovski's & the McCormick's' that they could see coming in and out of the vehicles.
London loves, the mystery of a speeding car.
London loves, the misery of a speeding heart.
Back in the present, both Daniel and Miles come out of their rooms dressed in the smart clothes we bought them before we left home. They're both showing signs that they don't like wearing them in completely different ways. Where Miles shows that he finds parts of the trousers and checkered shirt uncomfortable, Daniel on the otherhand has already begun complaining out-loud about how it makes him look stupid.
"Oh come on Pops, can't I just wear some jeans instead of these things?"
"NO. We're going to a very posh and classy district of the city, so we're going to show the same respect, OK?"
"But why these clothes? Can't we just break the rules a little..."
"You're not wearing jeans Daniel, and that's that..."
"But..."
"DANIEL." Stan walks in from the kitchen area fully dressed up smart and gives Daniel that orderly parent look. "That's enough. I don't want to hear another word of complaint from you tonight."
"Dad..." Daniel tries the innocent tone but Stan is having none of it and gives Daniel THAT look to which he looks down and sighs like a disappointed little kid. Miles looks over and tries to angle his trousers.
"Ummmm, dad...can I...ummmmm...change the tightness of these trousers. It's just, I fastened them up to the tighest like you said, but..."
"What? Oh, Miles..." I give a little laughing sigh. "...I never meant to actually wear it on the tightest point. Just to the point that's comfortable for you."
"Oh, ummmm...I didn't know." He looks down and shows a slight sign of embarassment and rushes back into the room to readjust his trousers.
"Right-o, methinks I'll go down and prepare the transport..." Kenny gulps down the last of his coffee and heads to the door. "Josh...Laura! We're going." To which Kenny's kids rush out of the kitchen and follow Kenny outwards.
"Later failer." Josh smirks to Daniel to which our boy gives him the 'shut up' look whilst Josh looks back down at his MP5 player watching something he's apparently deeply focused on. Gee, I wonder if the 'like father, like son' pattern is the same between him and HIS dad as well.
"BYE, Danny-boy. See you at the restaurant, won't I?" Laura gives a twirl at Daniel and chuckles to which Daniel blushes deeply and gives yet another 'Uhhhh-huh...ummmm...y-yeah...' sort of reply. Once Miles returns with his trousers readjusted in a less-ridiculous manner, me and Stan tell them to follow Kenny downstairs into the hotel foyer. As soon as Daniel and Miles close the door behind, me and Stan look at one another and the whole parentting mood gets replaced by you know what.
"So..." I begin – looking straight at him in his well-spent expensive black and white suit.
"Sooooooo..." Stan responds – looking at me and my own expensive dark brown suit.
"You're looking smart tonight." I go up to him and I'm already putting my arm around him.
"Smart...or smartER?"
"What are you trying to say?" I give a little smirk again to which Stan puts HIS arm around me and brings me a little closer.
"What I'm SAYING...is that you're looking very sexy this evening."
Stan laughs. "And just a second ago, you were using the word 'smart'..."
"Well...smart...sexy...same thing, don't you think." To which we both giggle a little. It hasn't even been a minute and we've already got off to one of these sorts of starts where we just continuously tease one another until the other gives up and surrenders to the other's domination of love. And the terms we use and the things we may or may not suggest; no one may ever know what they mean or what we're talking about, but all the thoughts we suggest and the ideas we come up with, are just too precious to be spoilt in words.
It's love you like, and everyone's at it.
And words are cheap when the mind is elastic.
"I don't know...depends on what you're 'referencing' as smart and sexy..." Another hand goes around my shoulders and I suck a little air in and smirk.
"You sure are challenging me on the 'ideas' side of all this, aren't you?"
"Hmmmm, I certainly am." He brings his head close to mine as I put my right hand on his waist – the urge to move it onto his ass not quite reaching me...yet. "How about we 'discuss' this further in bed later tonight..." To which the first kiss of the night comes in a very slow and deep manner which is what I like best.
"Will this discussion of ours include any 'physical work-load' at all?"
"Hmmm...may-be..." I giggle.
"Well..." We kiss again, this time in a much more quicker step. "...if not, I could certainly help with MY side of the 'load'...it's all up to whether you'll be getting any work at all." To which Stan laughs and looks to the side unable to keep the teasing all in.
"A-HA...I knew you couldn't keep it all in..." I wiggle my brow and keep tight grip on the opportunity of Stan's little weakness here. "...looks like I'll have to SHOW you a proper work-load this evening, my apprentice..."
"Apprentice...ME? We're not in our mid-20's now...I think I know how to 'give it to you' Kyle. Besides..." He comes close to me again and puts his hands this time across my shirt and underneath my jacket. "...I think my Kyley-wyley is feeling a little stressed what with all this work business and being away from home and whatnot..." He says in a very over-the-top innocent and motherly tone.
"Well..." I look back at him. "...in that case, my Stanny-wanny is THE one and ONLY one that makes me happy after a stressful day you cute little man..."
"Awwwww...you're too sweet Kyle..." The cheerful tone soon switches back to a sneaky suggestive tone. "I'm gunna have to find 'other forms of work' to go over later tonight, to which we both giggle and lock in together in another one of our long and listful kisses – failing to realise that we're wearing fully-dressed suits and begin to move our hands across 'other' areas of both our bodies.
"Sorry I just forgot my phone, how long are you t-..." Kenny comes storming in and looks across at us to which we both break away and show a slight sign of embarassment in front of him as we try to readjust our suits. And in front view of all of this, Kenny simply smirks and looks as if he's on the edge of bursting into laughter. "...hey, you two...save all that quote love end quote for the bedroom...unless you feel perfectly comfortable with your old friend Ken having a front row seat to the greatest show on God's Earth." Yeh, he really would love that more than HIM actually having sex.
He loves the violence,
Keeps ticking over.
To which me and Stan look at him in an almost seriously threatening away, even though we definately mean it in a comedic fashion.
"You want me to contact another one of my 'out friends' again?" I say in a confident tone to which Kenny stares at me still holding the door open.
"I'll be downstairs...OK, bye..." Rushing out and nearly slamming the door behind him, me and Stan look at one another and smile gracefully at Kenny's expense.
"Would you really call another?"
"Well...it's not as if we'd be doing something bad...I'm sure he'd love it."
"Oh come on. Remember, this is Kenny we're talking about after all, if he had a choice between the two genders, which do you REALLY think he'd 'prefer'?"
I give that question a little thought – balancing out how much he likes to talk about the fact that we two are gay and also talk about anything that's gay-related against the fact that he spends a considerable amount of time staring and even watching the anatomy of the female figure getting revealed in 'slightly' explicit ways. Finally, I come to a conclusion. "Point taken, I think you might be right on that on." The female anatomy outweighs the male one in terms of what Kenny can get out of it that's f'sure. "Anyway, we best be heading down, our transport should be here anytime soon." I move my left hand over to Stan's right and open it. Stan looks down and throws me a slightly awkward confused look. "What's wrong?"
"Oh...ummmm...nothing...it's just...well..." Stan looks down looking slightly nervy. "Do you think it'll be alright if we...y'know...hold hands in front of..."
"The boys?" I should have expected this and Stan's slow nod of agreeance signifies how cautious he is of this. Even after all these years, we still haven't found it in ourselves to tell both Daniel and Miles that the reason for us being together and the exact reason for why they have TWO dads is because we're gay and in a civil partnership instead of the usual one that I'm sure they've seen pretty much everywhere else. Stan's always felt nervous about 'revealing' it in front of the boys and giving them suspicious clues as to what it really means. But no matter how much I ensure Stan that one day they'll understand and come to accept it, Stan always has the doubts and the fears. He always feels that our nights together and our lives together a couple are just a timer waiting to stop once we come to the point where we're forced to tell the boys the truth.
So sleep together,
Before today's sold forever.
Without hesitation, I give Stan a big hug and speak softly into his ears. "Listen...I know how you feel. To be honest, I have my fears now and again that they'll see it in the wrong light, but trust me Stan, everything will be fine." He looks at me. "Trust me." And slowly raises a smile too to which that warms my heart up again knowing he's happy once more. "Come on, let's head down." I raise my open left hand out again and Stan looks down, smiles again happilly and reaches out his right hand – opening it, leaning it on top of mine and lovingly grasping onto it as I close my hand around his too – making our way out of the room and downstairs to the hotel lobby.
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Miles' POV
Wednesday evening at 8 o clock and the city of London is in another one of its busy night moods. The traffic is jammed up and running slowly, people are filling the streets everywhere you turn and the multi-coloured lights of the holographic signs buzz with sheer power and vibrant expression. I'm not usually this poetic and descriptive, but I can't get enough of the sheer portrayal and look of this city at night. I know I've already seen it out in the open last night, but it's only on the second time that you truly do realise the sheer vision of such a thing that is the capital. And yet again, people here and there stop to turn and take a peak at the two limos that are slowly crawling down the streets in this jam – the ONLY two limos tonight down this specific street. We're heading out of the Chelsea area and out of the posh and rich part of the city towards the central area where all the major evening entertainment is based. I am impressed at what I'm seeing, but sometimes I wonder at how the other side of the city looks and how those people live – the side that we never see and probably, we don't really want to see. My heart goes out to those people who aren't as successful and as financially backed as we are and, in the worse case scenario, don't even have a leisurable or financial background at all somewhere in this city district. I'm not the sort of person who's arrogant or self-centred with what I have and how I live and the more I think about it, the more I feel guilty and sad for the people who find it very hard to live even to the most basic of levels. And the only time when they bear witness to success and fortune is when it passes them by in a classy stretched limo such as this one.
London loves, the way people just fall apart.
London loves, the way you just don't stand a chance.
London loves, the mystery of a speeding car.
30 minutes later and several traffic-filled streets later, we arrive at what could only be described as the poshest, carpet-coated, gold-toned, light-warmed, upper-class restaurant in all of London. We are greeted almost immediately by a host of people dad calls 'business friends' and 'trading partners' and pops helps me and Daniel follow closely behind them. Uncle Kenny gets out in his usual joking manner and almost immediately moves over to greet the women first. Ha, typical Uncle Kenny.
"Follow me and your dad and stay close." Pops continues to remind me and Daniel as we're shown into the main foyer which is already packed full of upper-class, suit-wearing, dress-coated, highly successful individuals and their partners. What surprises me is that even though the majority of the couples here are either men with their married wife or women with their married husband, I don't see any guys here that are together – no two guys that are together as a couple and it starts to confuse me as a little as that would make dad and pops the only two-guy couple here. And I continue to wonder what that means.
Suddenly, as soon as we're into the central foyer, everyone around stops to focus attention entirely on us – dad and pops specifically and they begin to make a circle around us which makes me slightly uneasy. I'm not really comfortable with big crowds but as long as they're focused on dad and pops and not me, then that's fine.
London loves, the mystery of a speeding car.
London loves, the misery of a speeding heart.
And as a finely dressed man in a white shirt and apron gives me and Daniel a requested glass of the best orange juice around, my mind turns once more to the people on the opposite end of the spectrum – the people out there struggling to make ends meet and finding it a struggle to just survive. Suddenly, the oh-so sweet orange juice soon becomes bitter and distasteful in my mouth as my thoughts start to take control. Within moments, we're ushered into the actual restaurant itself and given our exclusive table near the front of the great hall that is the actual eating room. The room's big enough to fit a small house in……but as my mind sees it, it's big enough to fill quite a few hundred homeless people and people that can't even pay the bills on time. Oh why did my mind have to turn to such things NOW?
London loves, the way people just fall apart.
London loves, the way we just don't stand a chance.
London loves, the mystery of a speeding car.
"Go on Miles, you sit next to me on the left." Dad says – pulling out one of the plush gold-coloured chairs and allowing me to sit down.
"Man, I hope they have some good stuff on this menu, I'm starving." Daniel bursts out – snatching a menu from the middle and burying his nose in it.
"Now Daniel, this is a respected restaurant, be polite…" Pops reminds him. "…besides, we've been given a strict list of meals, so don't be picky."
"Awwww, come on…they don't even have…"
"Daniel, what did I just say?!"
"Sorry dad."
I'm not really bothered on what I have, I could eat anything. I just wish I could order every single meal on here and then dish them all out to the poor homeless people here in the city. At least that'd make me feel a little better. But alas, I guess I'll have to stay here until the night is over. Where dad and pops are oblivious to it, all I can think of is the unfortunate people who live light-years away from this dream of a lifestyle. Sigh.
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Author's Comments: Firstly yes, Miles is the type who feels extreme sympathy for the unknown side of society living in London, just like me. And secondly, D & M still have no idea what the whole thing between their dads really means, would YOU at 10? Oh, but they will find out…soon enough. Stay tuned.