I sat my bags on the counter as Craig is right behind. I hate taking double trips to the car so I dragged him to the store with me.
"Is all of this for Kyle?" he asked. I start taking the food out of the bags, blushing I am sure.
"I keep food in here but in case Kyle wants anything I had to pick some stuff up for him to. It will be his first time seeing my house. I want him to be comfortable." Craig sits down at the island. I am not surprised that he is not helping me put up the food. He leans on the counter.
"He is already at Ike's,"
"I know, he texts me when he landed," I put up a few more items before I see Craig smirking. "What?"
"Oh nothing," replied Craig. "Just seems like you two are getting pretty close. Ike said Kyle talks about you a lot more since you guys started talking more." Inside my heart is doing back flips. I am trying to protect myself so I am going to act as if I didn't hear this.
"That doesn't mean anything," I reply.
"Means something to me. I know he wants you to show him how things here have changed. Not his brother, not his parents but you."
"Craig, why must you always over think things. Kyle is engaged and not thinking about me." Craig rolls his eyes getting up from his seat.
"This is also the same thing that kept you and your little friends in trouble we were kids. Kyle being engaged doesn't mean shit. Besides I am not really feeling Catherine anyway."
"Why not?" I ask genuinely curious.
"I am dating Ike so I get to hear a lot more than you do. I mean she is nice, polite and all that shit but there is something about her."
"This is why you were single forever," I remind him.
"No I was single because I wanted to be and nobody could handle this ass," Craig slaps his ass for emphasis. I shake my head putting up the last of the food.
I walk Craig to my car and we pile in as I take him back to his place with Ike, which is where Kyle is waiting for me. I feel like some stupid little teenager going on his first date. This is not a date in anyway. I pull into the drive way and notice there is a car with a driver sitting in it. I guess that is Kyle's. I follow Craig through the front door. We could hear laughter from the living room.
"What's so funny?" asked Craig walking into the living room, sitting on Ike's lap. "I want to laugh too."
"Oh nothing we were just talking about some stuff from when were kids, no biggie explained" Kyle. He looks at me smiling and standing up. "Are you ready to go see how far they got with my house."
"That's why I am here,"
"And to be my tour guide," exclaimed Kyle. "I have a driver to take us around today. I hope you are okay with that."
"It's fine," I reply although I feel a little weird about it.
"He is not just a driver but also a trained bodyguard," explained Kyle. "Ike I will see you when we get back. Have dinner ready okay."
"That's my line!" said Craig. Ike and I laughed. I follow Kyle to the car his driver will be driving. I climb into the backseat. It appears the driver already knows where we are going.
"Craig really loves Ike," said Kyle.
"Yeah he does," I agree. "Craig has dated a lot of people but I never seen him take to anyone like he did Ike. I am kind of glad. I was terrified of dating someone he has been with."
"He has been with that many people?"
"You have no idea," I chuckled. Craig and I were roommates for 5 years so I had seen and heard a lot going on with him. I think Kyle gets the point.
"This is a nice area Ike moved too,"
"It I," I agree. "I moved into a newly developed area myself. It is still quite over there for now. How was your morning?"
"My morning was excellent! Ike picked me up from the airport and took me for breakfast with him and Craig. Craig was grumpy, I will take it that he is not a morning person."
"Not at all,"
"After that he took me to the house to get things settle and then you picked up Craig. Ike took me to go see my parents. I talk to them all the time but that doesn't stop mom from hugging me death." I laugh because I can totally picture his mom giving him the hug of death. I feel his hand brush against mine. It feels so warm and yet it was just a single finger.
We continued to chat as we got closer to our destination. I can see the new richest development coming into view. The house looks bigger as we get closer and closer. The car stops and we both hoped out of the car. I see one of the older guys barking orders. He spots Kyle and starts to walk over to us.
"Hi Broflovski, how are you?"
"I am doing great. Looks like your guys are getting pretty far."
"They sure are. They are working hard to ensure that your house is up to your expectations. They are still in the process of putting up the drywall but you are more than welcomed to tour the house."
"If you don't mind," said Kyle. We followed him inside the house. The house is pretty big. I can't imagine what it would look like when it is completed. It is an 8 bedroom house. Kyle had to see if everything Catherine wanted was in place. We wrap things up and head back to the car. "What do you think?"
"The house is huge. I mean is all that space really needed?"
"Not really but Catherine wants the space for when we have company. She has a lot of friends and family stay with us in Sacramento from time to time. I can only imagine how often they would be staying with us here."
"She does seem like a big family person," I admit recalling how often she brought up family and friends during dinner.
"She wants to have 5 kids," I started choking as Kyle laughed. "I would not mind having 3 kids but 5 is a bit much."
"It's not like you can't afford it."
"True," Kyle instructs for the driver to take a tour of the city. I point out everything to Kyle as we drive along. Kyle has him stop when we get to our elementary school. We get out and go to the playground. "Was it always this small?"
"Yeah," I laughed. "Glad you go to see it before they replaced it."
"What do you mean replace it? It's fine the way it is."
"Tell that to the government. They want playground to consist of mostly plastic for safety reasons." Kyle goes to sit on the swings I follow sitting on the one next to him.
"You know even though South Park has changed I am looking forward to being back here. I remember when I couldn't wait to get the hell away from here." I remember him briefly venting about leaving South Park in high school but since we slowed down with chatting so not sure how much he talked about it after that. "I guess it took me leaving to really appreciate things here. Including our friendship."
"Did something like happen?" I ask.
"What do you mean?" asked Kyle.
"I mean dude we barely talked and then it seems like out of nowhere you want to be super best friends again. What made you feel this way?" I am glad Kyle is coming around but at the same time I am not believing what he told me weeks ago. He frowns slightly.
"Great things are happening for me. I want to be surrounded by people I care about. I mean if my team actually make it to the championship, I am going to be even bigger than what I am now. I am trying to hold on to everything I love most." I nod understanding what he is getting at. Part of me wonders why did he go to play in the NBA. Kyle is a very private person but almost everything he does is out in the open.
We swing for a while before heading back to the car and getting back over to Ike's. Craig was annoyed that we were late. He claims that he is starving to death. I am enjoying the wine that Ike picked out. I am not really a wine drinker but this is pretty good.
"Ike," said Kyle standing up to take his plate to the sink. "I am going to be staying with Stan tonight." This is news to me. My eyes drift over to Craig who is grinning. I can only imagine what he is thinking.
"Sure," replied Ike. "When are you leaving again?"
"I was going to leave sometime this week but Cat is wanting me to come back home sooner. Apparently, I am being missed."
"I bet you are," replied Ike. "Let me go grab your bags."
"You don't have to do that" said Kyle walking towards the stairs. "I can grab my own stuff thank you." Craig walks over to me.
"How could you not tell me he was staying the night!" Craig says pushing me.
"How could I tell you something I didn't know,"
"Whatever man, what are you guys going to do tonight?"
"We are not going to do anything except hang out most likely," I shrugged.
"Be on your best behavior," advised Ike.
"What is that suppose to mean?" I asked confused.
"Kyle is drunk," Ike stated.
"He is not drunk," I laughed. "So what if he was. Nothing is going to happen. You know me better than that Ike."
"I do but I also know my brother. He is a quite drunk. Don't let him have anything else. I trust you will keep your hands to yourself." I rolled my eyes annoyed and embarrassed.
"Kyle is engaged. He is straight, I will not cross that line," Craig clears his throat and I turn around and see Kyle walking back into the kitchen.
"You ready Stan?" he asked.
"Yeah, let's go. Thanks for dinner."
"Anytime," said Ike. Craig is grinning at me, driving me crazy. I frown at him trying to will him to get that stupid grin off his face, it doesn't work. Kyle follows me to my car. On the drive, which isn't far I can tell he is excited. You would think this would not be such a big deal but apparently, it is. Kyle hops out of the car like a happy child. I can't help but laugh.
"Calm down dude, my place is nothing to be too excited about."
"Are you kidding!" exclaimed Kyle. "It's your place, your own place, Stan's place." Okay maybe Ike was right about him being drunk. I unlock the door walking in first so I can turn on the light. I pull Kyle inside taking his bag from him.
"It's a townhouse so not much to see" I explain. Over to the left is my living room, dining room and the my kitchen in the corner. I am glad it has an island because I use it a lot when cooking."
"You can cook?" asked Kyle.
"I have to eat don't I," I reply while laughing. I head to the stairs that take us to the second floor. There are 3 bedrooms up here. "My bedroom is to the right. To left at the end of the hall is office, in the middle is going to be where you will be sleeping, the guest room." I turn on the light for Kyle so he can see the room. Much smaller than any of his rooms at home or current house being built. I sit his bag by the dresser.
"This is cute" smiled Kyle. "Do have a lot of people stay here?"
"Not really, I mean just my nieces and nephews from time to time." Kyle turns around.
"Shelly has kids!"
"Of course she does. She has three kids in fact and is happily married. She is a stay at home mom and I must say she is pretty good at it."
"Alright then," replied Kyle sliding out of his shoes. He pulls his shirt over his head. Feels like it is happening in slow motion.
"Wait whoa, Kyle, what are you doing?"
"I am getting comfortable," he admits unbuckling his pants. It took everything in me not to zoom in on his cotch.
"Okay, that's fine. I will see you down stairs in a minute," I quickly walk out of the guestroom closing the door. I put my hand over my chest because I was about see Kyle mostly naked. I use to dream about this for years. Once the kids found out I was gay at school it went over fine except in the locker room. A lot of the guys were afraid to change in front of me. They had nothing to worry about, just Kyle. I head to my room first changing my clothes as well. I still beat Kyle downstairs.
I feel flustered as I go to grab a beer thinking about Kyle shirtless from earlier. I have to remember to jerk off or get laid sometime soon so I can focus. I turn on the tv although I don't have the slightest clue what we are going to watch. I hear Kyle coming down the stairs.
"I was starting to worry," I joke.
"I was talking to Cat," replied Kyle walking over to the kitchen. "What do you have to drink here?" I remember what Ike said. I am trying to decide rather to listen to him or not.
"Try the fridge," I instruct him. I had to actually text Kenny to see what Kyle likes to drink because I had no idea. He likes some pretty expensive stuff. The only thing I could afford was a bottle of cognac.
"This is my fav!" exclaimed Kyle taking the bottle out of the fridge. "It's already cold too. Where are your glasses?"
"Cabinet to the right of the sink," I hear Kyle grabbing a glass. He comes over handing me one. "No thanks, I am good for the night."
"Hey I am not in town, like ever," laughed Kyle. "I will be for 3-4 months a year once the house is built. Come on, please." I smirk taking the glass from Kyle. I take a zip and the drink strong but smooth. I cough a little because I don't usually drink liquor. I am glad Kyle is amused by this all as he is smiling and laughing. "I have stronger stuff than this at my house. This shit is expensive; how did you get it?"
"I work for a living," I reply nursing my glass. "What do you want to watch on TV?"
"I don't know," replied Kyle. "It doesn't matter." Great, it's going to be one of those days. In front of the TV not knowing what to watch. I settle on Netflix instead of cable. I put on some show I have been hearing a lot about but never have time to watch. I finish my drink feeling nice again like I did at dinner. Kyle on the other is on his second glass. I really feel like he going through something I just don't know what. Maybe when he feels like we are close enough again he will share. I get into the show that we had playing in front of us. Kyle is sunken down into the sofa looking almost gone. I am not sure. As Ike said, he hides being drunk pretty well. He is starting to fall asleep. I look at him wondering if I should wake him. No way could I carry Kyle like how he carried me.
"Kyle," I said shaking him. "Kyle." I shake him some more. His eyes finally open and they are so red, as if he hasn't had sleep in days. Kyle looks like he searching my face. I swallow nervously as I hover over him. I can smell the liquor mixed with wine pouring from his skin. I guess he will be the one with the hangover this time. "Let's get you upstairs." Kyle nods, I help him up from the sofa and upstairs to his bed. It is kind of nice to be the one helping him for a change.
I get Kyle tucked into the bed. He is blushing slightly but I don't know if it is the alcohol of not. His eyes are currently closed, not for long. He opens them and looks confused slightly.
"Sorry I forgot you moved me upstairs," he admits.
"It's okay," Kyle looks at me making me squirm. "I will let you get some sleep." Kyle sits up quickly pulling me in for a kiss. I feel too weak to pull him away. I have dreamed about this for years. Kyle is a better kisser than I thought. I can hear him moaning into the kiss. "Kyle stop. We can't do this. I mean your drunk and don't know what you are doing." I stand up before he can move in on me again. I quickly leave the room. Once inside my room I immediately grab my hard on that is throbbing and screaming at me for leaving. What the hell is going on?
I walk to my bed and I try to go to sleep but I can't. That kiss has me so worked up. After tossing and turning for some time I get up. I can't help but wonder what Kyle is thinking. I get up and walk towards Kyle's room. I get outside the door and try to decide should I even be going back in there. I would be breaking my promise to Ike for sure. His door is not closed all the way. I can see he has the TV on, if not for that I wouldn't be able to see anything.
I finally notice Kyle's hand moving beneath the covers. His moaning is music to my ears. My eyes widen as I see him readjust his position as he uncovers himself. I can see his circumcised penis. I haven't seen it since we were kids and it has gotten even more beautiful. I hear him moan again causing me to grab my own hard on. I suck in some air to keep my voice quiet.
Kyle looks like he is feeling really good as he arches his back grunting. My hand starts to move up and down my shaft. I am already leaking with precum. I am not going to last long at all. Seeing him in this state, in wanting, and in need is not a face I have ever seen from him. That face alone could cause me to blow my load. Kyle voice becomes slightly louder. His dick looks so wet from where I am standing.
"Yessss," he moans as I continue to play with myself watching him. "Stan, I'm going to come." My voice catches in my throat as I start to come in my hand. I look onward at Kyle as come shoots up and he moans loudly. I cover my mouth with my clean hand so my hard breathing can't be heard. I watch as Kyle lays there breathing as well. I quickly go back to my room and wash my hands. Kyle was masturbating thinking about me. You think I would be happy to know this but instead I am freaking out.