Author's Note: Sooooooo, how will Stan & Kyle live out their glorious lives now that they're finally together?

Every Planet We Reach Is Dead

Kyle's POV

That's the best night's sleep I've ever had in my ENTIRE life. And it's not just because I'm finally one hundred and ten percent happy right now, but it's also because the person who I'm lying next to in bed...is as happy as I am. I have to admit though, for someone who's been sleeping it rough for ten years, I would have thought Stan would have still had problems with drifting off into the night...but I guess I was wrong – he slept like a baby...well...a baby with kisses all over his face...ha ha.

It must have been about two in the morning when we stopped endulging in each other's faces when we finally softened to each other's presence and fell asleep quite calmly after all that. And as I rub my half-open eyes with that smile having lasted the WHOLE night, I look to my left to find Stan still asleep – cuddling into me and not wanting to let go. Awwww, how sweet – though he could have loosened his hug so I can sneak out of bed without waking him.

After a few slow minutes of slowly moving my body from out of his hug, I gently drop Stan's head and body back onto the comfort of my bed and I make my way to the bathroom to get dressed. The last time I made my way into here, I was in absolute tears. Funny how in only one night's worth of time, my mood has flipped on its head – the tears of sadness have been replaced with tears of absolute joy and that depressed nose-sniffing sound coming from my presence has been replaced with an oh-so anticipated burst of random squeels and giddy excitement. Though it's only when I look at myself in the mirror, that I realise that I made sure we didn't push the boat TOO FAR in terms of our first night together in bed. I'm still wearing my T-Shirt and shorts that I wore last night...as is Stan. I look at my watch – 9:42am – that's just over nine and a half hours spent in bed...well, I guess I can count that as a perfect start to this relationship. Though mind you, it didn't feel like that long – I guess when you're kissing and wrapping your bodya round the one you love, time just seems to fly by. Ha ha, I'm so good.

I lost my leg like I lost my way.
So no loose ends,
Nothing to see me down.
How are we going to work this out?

So I guess the next question I have to ask myself is how quick...or better yet...how slow Stan wants us to push on with this relationship of ours. I don' mind either way, whatever he wants, I'll be happy to accept. But I hope he doesn't think I'll be going 'soft' on him. Besides, I've got so much planned for so, for him and hopefully...for out future – and most of the stuff I came up with is gunna happen tonight. Now then, time to get myself all nice and clean for a BRAND NEW day.

But as I slip my T-Shirt over my head to take it off, someone from behind me grabs hold of it and forces it back down. "You certainly have a skill to not waking me even after I made sure you wouldn't escape from my grasp." He jokes as I look at his smiling face via the bathroom mirror.

"Well like I said, I've had 10 years practice."

"Practice?! HA, and what have you been 'practicing' on, then?!"

"Oh well y'know...ummmm...pillows?"

Stan laughs and twirls me around so that I'm looking at him face to face. "Anyway, I'm surprised you decided to leave us both with our CLOTHES on. I would have thought you'd find us both some pyjamas to wear." He moves himself closer to me and stares straight into my eyes with his twinkling own. "...Or maybe even...without...if you know what I mean." His eyebrows are arched in a funny way and his eyes are half-open. Jesus Christ that saucy son of a bitch.

"And I thought Kenny knew how to think as sneaky as that."

"Well looks like HE'S got a competitor."

And HE'S not the only one. Looks like Stan's challenging me for the title of 'Guy Who Flirts The Most' in this house. Well, I'm not gunna let him win that easily. If he thinks he can beat me with that clever little thought, he's not seen what I CAN REALLY DO!

But still, FUCK, Stan's changed. Yesterday he was treating and talking to me just like he believed we were – best childhood friends. And now, it's nearly 10am the next day and he's trying to be just like me...or what he thinks is JUST me. OH NO, I've got plenty more tricks and treats up my sleeves, ha ha.

"Well, in case you didn't realise when I gave you a little tour of my home last night, there's another bathroom downstairs next to the sauna room."

"Heh, oh yeh – I forgot about that. Well I guess that'll work."

"Good – now then, as soon as we both get washed, dressed..."

"Clothes?"

Ah right – I know what he's talking about. "You know what I'm gunna say Stan?" I wink to him. I think he catches the drift – he's looking up slightly, possibly choosing which shirt and pair of jeans he's gunna pick out today from my collection. "Don't worry Stan, I've got that all planned out for today."

"Oh really?"

"Yeh, REALLY. And I've got a ton of money I haven't spent whatsoever to blow." I slip my T-Shirt off again and bend down to slip my shorts off. "So we might as well spend the day looking for a new WHOLE wardrobe for you."

His jaw drops again – more of an excited shock than a stunned shock I think. He starts to walk out of the bathroom, but as he reaches the door, he looks back at me still with his jaw apart in disbeleif. I look back at him and smile. "Come on, you and me both need to get washed y'know."

A smile arches on his face and he walks out – closing the bathroom door behind him.

Dreams aren't bad, my head turned back,
I love the one.
But God only knows it's,
getting harder to see the sun coming through.
I love you...
But what are we going to do?

Stan's POV

"HOLY SHIT. Kyle……are you for real?!"

"As real as the love I have for you, my cute little FRIEND."

As I sit by his side on this angled super-stretched leather couch, I try to take him in the magnitude of what Kyle's just told me. Well, I guess that explains not only we he's living in such a fancy, luxury mansion……but also that he's just said he's taking me out to blow about 30K on clothes and accessories…for me.

So……I now know the truth – Kyle Broflovski is one of the richest billionaires in the World. Not just because of how successful and well-known he is an artist of all traits, but apparently he's the Head Director, CEO and BOSS of the media and corporate relations company, KBSM. So, not only have we got KBSM 24 to watch as a new channel on TV, but now I've got one hell of a successful businessman and professional artist as a long-loving partner. NICE!

Picture I'm a dreamer,
I'll take you deeper.
Down to the sleepy glow!
Time is a low,
Don't you know...?
What are we going to do?!

"So here's the plan…" Kyle begins – edging himself closer to me. "……I'm gunna take you out and not only show you what some of the most well-known stores in LA look like from the outside like millions of people have ALREADY done, but I'm gunna spoil your little adorable heart rotten with the biggest 'Welcome Home & Thank You' present you could ever imagine for coming into my life and deciding to spend the rest of your life with me." He continues. "…Then as soon as I've tired your legs out from about three-miles worth of walking around the city, it'll be time for us to come back home where a home-made evening meal for two under candles, wine and good old 20th century music will be prepared, set and hopefully eaten before……"

"Before what?" What ELSE is that cunning little guy planning?! But all he does is smile back at me and winks.

"Now why would I want to spoil THE ending for you, my love!"

And so after agreeing to his happy as happy can be, day of treating me to all sorts, we leave the house at exactly mid-day and make our way to the inner city region of LA. It's a less hot day than the scorcher that was yesterday so me and Kyle have decided to wear matching navy blue Jeans along with graphic-covered T-Shirts of our choosing – mine's a blue and white shirt with some kind of lightning graphic on it, Kyle meanwhile…well……he goes for the obvious and picks a shirt with a BIG FAT red heart on the front – with the words 'TOTAL LOVE' in the centre. Oh, typical, daft little Kyle – I guess he wants the whole friggin' World to know we're in love. But that's something I'm a bit……well………no…I can't talk about THAT at this moment in time, I'm too happy to spoil a jolly time like this with something like that.

The day after leaving the house is nothing but excitement, happiness and Kyle…well, taking control and showing me that he's got a ten-fold better taste in style than I ever could imagine having. So we go everywhere right – clothes stores, electronic warehouses, gadget shops, supermarket malls – the whole economical and shopping alphabet. So then, let's see……what did he buy me and more importantly, how much did he spend. Well, the list goes something like this:

8 Pairs of Jeans

9 Shirts

8 Polo Shirts

25 T-Shirts (with Graphics)

14 T-Shirts (without Graphics)

7 Pairs of Trousers

27 Pairs Of Different Types of Shoes (Trainers, Smart Shoes, Sandals etc.)

3 Pairs Of Shades

6 Hats

10 Pairs Of Shorts

34 Pairs Of Socks

30 Pairs Of Boxer Shorts

Over 50 different Gadgets and Gizmos

1 MP3 Player

1 Mobile Phone

1 Laptop

2 Guitars (1 Acoustic, 1 Electric)

A NEW Car!

And lots more including a hell of a lot of food and house shopping that he embarrassingly forgot to mention.

Total Cost of the Day's shopping - $27,436.32 – we had to go back to the house four times coz' he bought so much stuff. AND, he says there's WAY more money where that came from in his private bank. WOAH!

When you go back,
All the second selfless days.
You're in love with him,
I want to see you again.
I love you...
But, what are we going to do?

Kyle's POV

By the way Stan couldn't stop smiling both when we were out for the whole day shopping AND when we sat down for our meal-for-two together, he's probably thinking that he's as happy as I can make him. But I've got ONE MORE treat left to make this day a special occassion. We're lying down one of my extended leather couches watching my 50 inch big-ass HD-TV – doesn't take a genius to figure out what channel we're watching. Thank God for extending couches – you can lay down straight as you were sitting, but the front of the couch extends like a sofabed so you can lay back, relax and put your feet up.

After enjoying an evening meal of pasta and italian cuisine, me and Stan turned our attention to simply enjoying a night together – lying side by side – feet and arms interwined with one another whilst we watched the usual night-time telly that gets shown on my media company's channel. Since I kinda pleaded wth Stan to try out ONE OF the things I bought him today, we're both dressed in pyjamas now – mine navy blue and cream, his are a more darker crimson tone. When we got back, I explained the reasoning behind the company's name and as soon as he figured out the 'SM' part – his face lit up with joy and he nearly hugged the very life out of me – at which point we both collapsed onto this couch and...well...here we are...two and a half hours later – watching some kind of action thriller drama that usually gets shown as a repeat at about half eleven at night.

"Kyle, can I ask you a question – a serious question?" Stan says – his head leaning on my shoulder. I look down to see that he's looking up at me.

"Sure, what is it?"

Stan raises his head up and clenches his hands together. "Well...it's just...I want...I want to..." He sighs. Obviously what he's wanting to say is something he's having a hard time rolling off his tounge. "Forgive me for asking you this."

"Forgive you?" Oh dear, what's troubling him?

He breathes deep and looks at me. "Do you ever feel...well...uncomfortable when you're out – out as in OUT out, in the city...where loads of people are?"

"Uncomfortable? In what way?"

"Well..." I can tell from his face that what he's wanting to say is really making things difficult for him.

"Go on Stan, I can take it."

"Well...do you ever feel uncomfortable when people look at you in wierd and funny ways because you're..."

I angle my head slightly and raise a surprised brow. "Because I'm gay?"

"Oh God, I'm sorry for thinking that."

"What, it's OK – well IT IS true after all. But hey, it's not as if I'm alone here anymore, eh?" I reply in a joking manner hoping to get a smile back from Stan...but it doesn't appear. In fact, it's as if I make it worse as Stan shows a...sad look on his face. Oh God, what's on his mind? "What's wrong Stan...come on, you can tell me."

"Well...today, YES, you made me as happy as I've EVER been by doing all that for me in the city. But..."

"But..."

"But...all those people looking at us – the way they looked at me in particular. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE you Kyle and want to spend all my life with you..." Phew, thank goodness for that. "...but I don't like it when people give me funny looks just coz' of who I am and what I am. It makes me feel uncomfortable and even worse, it get me down slightly at the same time."

I guess that would explain what happened right through the day today. Yes, I never seemed to stop enjoying seeing that huge smile on Stan's face wherever we went. But I did feel at times that whenever people were around, the emotions on Stan's face seemed to drop. Whether he looked worried, scared or just slightly sad in some worst cases, Stan just seemed to look quite down at times...and then as soon as we were alone together in that part again, his attention would turn back to what we were doing and that huge smile of his would then quickly re-appear. Turning my attention back to how bad Stan looks as he stares at the floor, I place my arm around him again and look at him.

"Stan...don't think that you're alone here. I used to think like that all the time." It's true. "I used to feel that way since I was 10 for goodness sake. I always felt that although people didn't know it yet, they looked at me because they DID know and they were making feel alone and isolated from the rest of the World. I knew I was different but I was safe with the knowledge that people DIDN'T know."

"But that's my point Kyle. What if people DO know? And if they don't, what if our love and close movement and moments together grab people's attention in the wrong way? I don't like it when people look at us in that fashion."

Point taken, but I guess that's made my solution of an answer even easier. "Stan...you shouldn't worry or be bothered with what other people think. As far as I'm concerned, the only two people this should concern...are you...and me. So what if people think it's 'sick' and 'wrong' – I can certainly think of a specific religion that'd go against our love." Finally, that smile appears on his face. "But if I'm right in thinking you want this just as much as I do, then just block all those people out of your mind and be proud and happy for who you are. Forget the majority and focus on yes, the minority...US!" He looks at me with a halfsmile. "You understand?" I'm not sure what to expect as an answer from Stan. But my answer comes in the shape of a kiss that sends me falling to the edge of the couch as he leans down on me and squashes me down. He moves back and smiles at me. "Yer' right – screw them, it's YOU who I shoud be caring about whether you like it or not."

"And I'm sure you know how I feel about US together?"

"Oh don't worry about that Kyle. And that reminds me, there's something else I want to talk to you about..." He yawns and his eyes drop to less than half-open. "But I think I'm too tired to talk anymore...so I'll think I'll wait until we're in bed to ask you."

BING! And with that, I remember what last little thing I've got planned for us tonight. "Come on then, I think it's time for bed then."

His body is lacking the energy to even get him to stand up, he's looking as if he's desperate to get to a bed and that smile of his is still there...PERFECT. I stand up and help him too to his feet – wrapping his arm around my shoulder as I turn off the TV, guide him up the stairs...and take him STRAIGHT into the bed. I pull back the covers, lay him down and climb on above so that I'm looking down into his eyes.

"Ooooooo, you really are doing it now aren't yer' – second night and I'm guessing you've made the decision we're sleeping together from now on, huh!?." He says softly to me with that wonderful little smirk on his face.

"Yep, and I'M GUESSING that you're wanting that too. But just to let you know, I'm above you here so I guess you're not escaping my clutches for tonight." And for good reason too. He laughs and I move my way down to the bottom of his shirt – un-buttoning the bottom part first. And YES, he's doing the same thing – wonderful. He's thinking the samr thing as I am.

"Now this really is something..." He begins again. "...Ten years I've spent sleeping besides lots of guys in the army – all of diferent sexualities and not one even challenged me to ask me to this step."

I look back at him. "HA, they'd never stand a chance with you dude – you're too cute for me to let go of anyway." Finally, I slip his shirt off and throw it out of the bed. Lifting up, I draw the bed's perimeter curtains so that they cover every side of the bed – finally, peace, solitude and warmth.

And then, I lay back on top of him and start to slip his shorts down too. "But besides that, I guess you've never made love to a billionaire lover as well huh?"

"Not before you though."

Perfect words Stan. I'm gunna make this a night worthy of remembering for you. And what was to follow that night...surely did stick in our minds as the night where we showed TOTALLY just how much we love one another.