November Has Come

Kyle's POV

Now THAT was the best night I've had yet. God, I've waited 16 years for that moment to come. I don't know about Stan, but...tee hee...I can remember every single minute of that night. I've been awake for about ten minutes now – still taking in the warm glow of the morning feeling. The bedroom looks much more 'cuddlier' when it's bright for some odd reason – even though these bed curtains are stll drawn around the three sides. My arms are resting between my head and the pillows and as I look both down at myself and at the person to my left, the reality of the situation makes me smile even more. OH GOD – I love it! Me and Stan are lying in bed beside one another – bodies tired, bed-sheets covering us to keep us wam and comfy, both my auburn 'fro and his black shoulder-length hair are messed up and best yet...we're both naked. HA HA HA HA!

A few more minutes later, Stan starts to make some 'waking-up' noises as he starts wriggling a bit. He opens his eyes and looks around the place as if he has no idea where he is. I guess the drawn curtains around the bed are quite surprising, heh.

"Good morning Stan." I say to him – rotating my body to the left to gaze at him with loving eyes.

He still looks slightly dazed. He turns his head to the left and to the right. He looks backs at me. "Did I..."

"Yep!" I reply quickly – my smile radiating an ensuring knowledge of what he's probably wondering.

He pulls back the curtain nearest him. "Did you..."

"Yep!"

He peaks his head out and look towards one of the bed-side tables. I almost forgot – I guess I must have left 'that object' on the table when we finally went to sleep last night. So I see him look at it and my smile turns into a giddy smile as I realise he's staring at a fairly slimmer tube of something. He turns and looks back at me with a querying smile. "Did we..."

"YEEEEEEP!" That's the longest reply I've given so far. I guess he's figured out what we actually did last night. And as soon as I give my response, his face starts to go a bit red and he buries his head in the midst of the pillows. "What!?" I laugh back. "I enjoyed at it. And judging by how you were, you must have enjoyed it too." He grabs a pillow and forces up against his face.

"Oh Kyyyyyyle..." He replies in a red-faced embarrassed tone.

I look back up with my arms behind my head. "I have to admit...you were pretty good." He makes those cute lil' embarassed noises again. "Though it'll be quite some time before you'll be just as good as me."

His head pops up and he looks at me. "Is that a challenge?"

"Well...if you're up for it?"

"You're on Kyle! You're not the only one who's got 10 years-worth of sex waiting to be unleashed y'know."

Nice, I'm loving the sound of this.

Ah, this is perfect. A life with Stan Marsh – the kid who I fell in love with ever since we were 10...I think I'm gunna get pretty well suited to this new life. And judging by Stan's way of looking, thinking and acting, he's loving our new lives too.

That morning, Stan explains to me what he didn't have time to say last night. When he first mentions it, it slightly surprises me...but as soon as he explains the reasoning, I begin to understand his request. He tells me that like me, he wants to work and earn a living in some kind of occupation. I said to him that I don't mind being the only one – after all, I earn quite a bit from the job I do now and there's 'PLENTY' in the ole' bank. But Stan pleads with me to let him. Oh I can't refuse Stan's little request – I'd never refuse something like that. After all, I think he knows I've got so much money to keep us going WAY over, he says that all he's interested in is the whole 'working' experience – I guess after being in a one-tone job in the army, it's good to finally gain a living in a job that you actually like.

Something has started today,
Well did it go where you want it to be?
Well you know, November Has Come,
It's gone away……

Something has started today,
Well did it go where you want it to be?
Well you know, November Has Come,
And it's gone away……

For the next few days, me and Stan start searching for new jobs in the local newspapers. 20 efforts and no successes – either they're jobs that Stan doesn't like or they're jobs that require certain skills that Stan hasn't got. And he wouldn't have them anyway – he's been locked up in an army brracks for a decade for goodness sake. But suddenly, one day, the answer hits me – God, it's so obvious, why didn't I think about it before. "Stan...why don't you come and work for me?"

"Work for you? But dude, what the hell would I do? I've got no goddam skills in anything media or art-related."

I raise a smirky smile at him. "Oh you do, you just don't know it yet."

The next few months after that were a huge fun learning curve for Stan mostly. Over the weeks and weeks of free time (and there was plenty of that), I taught Stan all I knew about designing and drawing. It took me quite a while to realise that Stan's less of a precision-type guy and more of just a down-right abstract and expressive guy.

"But...it's not as good as any of the work you can do Kyle. My art's crap." Stan constantly reminded me – disappointed and quite sad at the fact that his art wasn't as good as what he expected. But with a smile from me and a loving hug here and there, I made him see that we're not all born with the same gift y'know. "Well I guess your talents lay in other regions I guess. But hell, you can DRAW abstract art very well."

"What, so you're saying that a few quickly painted collections of squarea and triangles is GOOD?"

"Of course. I've been around art long enough to see the beauty of all aspects of art...especially yours."

As the months passed, Stan got more accustomed to his own level of drawing and designing. He wasn't focusing on other's abilities which was good to see – he instead focused on his own. And it was only a couple of months after that, that in the month of November, with a full, smart and quite cute three-piece suit, Stan got interviewed by me and two of my lower-directors of KBSM. I wasn't going to just give him the job just like that. I treated Stan just as how I'd treat any other job hopeful – though I did give him the cute lil' wink now and again to make sure he still felt OK and less worried about it all. And so, after browsing through the 3 sketchbooks-worth of art he had made over those given months, the three of us all decided to accept Stan – much of course to my enjoyment and Stan's delight.

That very November has been the best month of this year by far. Every day would be the same-old bundle of delight and joy. Both me and Stan would get up, go to work – going our seperate occupational routes in the LA Headquarters building, have lunch together, go home, have a lovely romantic meal together, do something else of our choosing before ending the day with a night of making love.

Of course, our relationship didn't stay in shadows for long whilst at work. I think it must have been about six days after Stan started work when he came to my office in tears. He told me that people in his work area AND his work sector were abusing him and giving him funny looks that obvosuly, he found stressful, annoying and upsetting. And of course, I WAS NOT going to tolerate it.

"As you may all well know..." My speech I made to the 5000 plus staff working at the station's headquarters. "...I have recently brought my sexuality to light." But it wasn't just the staff of my business who knew about it. Like wildfire, the news that I was gay spread across the World. Some people supported me, others went against me. And obviously, the other medias of TV, Radio & Newspaper had a field day with the breaking news. But thankfully, it didn't affect the overall profit-making flow of the company. Heh, like it mattered – even if the worst case scenario popped up and my business suddenly went 'KAPOW', I've still got plenty of money in the ole' bank to keep us going for probably another two hundred years, ha. "And the one thing that I do not tolerate in this company...is sexism...hell...even racism, ageism and heightism are completely unwelcome in the flow and structure of this business..." And it's true – I can't stand those kind of people. "...I've already fired a dozen people from the arts and design sector of the company because of a report I was getting..." And I actually said it. "...from my boyfriend, Stan Marsh that he was being unfairly abused, bullied and harrassed because of HIS sexuality and attitude." As I stood at that announcer podium in front of a 5K+ crowd, I looked over at Stan who was stood near the back. He raised a half-smile, but I knew he still felt uncomfortable.

"I feel like everyone's giving me evil looks Kyle." He had told me from before. Knowing that, it only made my confidence of making that speech even stronger.

"So let me re-itterate, I do not tollerate any kind or form of bullying, abuse and/or harrassment in this business. And if I see anyone breaking these rules of code and conduct, I'll make absolutely no hesitation to remove those people from this business. I have a reputation to keep for my company and I won't let a minority of heartless people ruin it just for their own self-satisfaction."

When I finally finished that speech, I was welcomed by a wave of applause from every member of staff...but more importantly, a happy and fully-smiling Stan. And it was only a few days later that Stan came up to me again, this time, with a more than happier attitude. He explained to me that everyone in his sector was giving the highest level of respect – kind regards, nice comments and his work was getting a lot of praise.

Stan's job in KBSM was of an advertising and design artists – mostly working in graphics and abstract sectors. But the way that his work almost seemed to get picked every time by the head of the arts sector, Stan found himself climbing up on the level ladder of occupation. And eventually, what started off as a job of just being a design artist, Stan found himself now one of the main co-directors of KBSM's art and design wing. Stan had become almost my right-hand man for that area. I had promised everyone in the business that I wouldn't simply give him a higher-up job just because I loved him and that I'd treat him as equal as everyone else. But now, Stan's attitude and positive approach to his job had proven to everyone that even the smallest occupation can lead to a much higher level in the business if you enjoy it enough.

"I love my job Kyle – thank you so much for giving me the opportunity." Stan would always say whenever him and I shared the luxury of my jacuzzi or when it came down to us two staring into each other's eyes in bed.

"Glad I could be here to help Stan." I would always reply back.

Stan was so happy with his new-found art talent that like me, he became a professional in that area of work. Ah, going on wikipedia and looking up both our names on there still makes me giggle with delight. Obviously, by that time everybody had known my profile on wiki:

Kyle Matthew Broflovski KBE is an American Businessman, Artist, Designer & Writer – most noteably famous for his art-work of portrait and abstract work and as the Head Director, Company Director & CEO of the American Media, Advertisemenet and MedAd Relations Company, KBSM.

Which is followed by about three pages-worth of my life-story, my business history and a list of all the famous art-works I've created over the years.

But seeing Stan's name finally up there was one task I had finally accomplished for us BOTH to be happy about.

Stanley Randolph Alexander Marsh is an American Graphics & Abstract artist – currently working as the main head of the arts and design wing for the American Media, Advertisemenet and MedAd Relations Company, KBSM.

HIS list of famous art-works is definately gunna grow – I'm sure about that.

Stan's POV

Wow, I don't know what to say. Kyle has made me more happier than I could ever think imagineable. Not only has he opened my eyes to how good I can be at art and business, but he's made me the happiest guy in the KBSM business by allowing me to work for one of America's biggest corporations at present...at which even better, Kyle's the boss of it all.

"I hope you know what you're doing Kyle - don't make me look like a Picasso 'kay?" I call over to Kyle who's sat by a canvas-on-stand – painting with a huge grin on his face.

"I thought you said you like Picassos." Kyle peaks his head around the stand – holding a board of paint through the finger-hole in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.

"I do like Picassos...I just don't want my mouth being on my forehead or my ears down all the way past my chin." I laugh in reply.

"Don't you worry Stan – I'm gunna make this worthy of hanging up by our fireplace."

"You really want THIS up for everyone to see?"

"Come on, what's wrong with that. I think it'll be quite a while before anyone else is around here y'know. So it'll just be me and you who can gaze at its... 'beauty'."

I'm presuming by that last bit that he thinks my body is...well y'know. I've been in this stance and position for well over two hours and although my arms are getting a bit tired – I'm kinda liking how I think Kyle's work is gunna show. To explain it further, Kyle is painting me naked – I'm sitting on a stool – a soldier's helmet on my head and another covering my...well...ahem...yeh...anyway, there's that and I've got my left arm raised holding a toy gun and my right hand is leaning against the side of my waist.

The past few months have been like a dram come true for me personally. I've gained such a skill and a love for art and my job that I just can't stop the feeling I get from it. Judging by the way things are going, Kyle looks like he's getting slightly jealous at my own abstract work. But then again, that could be him just attempting me to do more. I'm shocked that only 16 years ago I labelled all art as being 'for gay-wads'. God, how I'd love to travel back in time and give my 10-year old self a good ole' slap in the face for saying that. Art is beautiful! And who would have thought that one of my what I believed as less-skilled abstract pieces to hit such a high-note with Kyle's interest.

"Nice how you made it look like that the triangle's making love to that square." Kyle had commented upon looking at the 36" x 24" image. And when I looked back at it, I guess he was right. I'd split the canvas with a wild split of light red and dark red backgrounds. And throughout the stream of colour and tone, I'd drawn tiles of squares and triangles all over – half of the triangles blue...and the other half green. Well...who said I was stereotypical and bias when it came to that huh? If I knew Kyle saw it as that, I would have definately made the triangles more green, HA HA.

Something has started today,
Well did it go where you want it to be?
Well you know, November Has Come,
It's gone away……

Something has started today,
Well did it go where you want it to be?
Well you know, November Has Come,
And it's gone away……

I kinda made this HUGE life-changing decision when I saw Kyle making that big speech while at work. I remember standing at the back feeling cold and isolated before he had begun. But by the end, his voice and words of wisdom warmed me up fully and I felt totally way more comfortable with work. And as I realize it all, I owe Kyle for everything. I wish I hadn't joined the army in the first place – it feels like I've committed a really guilty sin by taking away 10 years of friendship and love. A proud smile raises on my face once more – I know what I have to do if I'm to solidify this relationship me and Kyle have now. The only way to ensure we're both happy for the rest of our lives……is that one nervous but hopefully, easy action. I guess all I need to do is keep it a secret until I find a decent jeweler in the city of Los Angeles. I've got about $1000 to spend on something special – let's hope I can find that well-deserving gift.

Kyle's POV

Stan's arms and legs must be falling asleep right about now. He's been in that position for 2 hours and 11 minutes according to my stopwatch that I've got sitting by the canvas support on this stand. Now then, a lil' touch of butterscotch brown to freshen up the tone should do and then……YAY…it'll finally be finished. Whether I'm gunna hang this up by the fireplace like I said, I dunno – it's up to Stan and wherever he wants it hanging, I'll be more than happy to agree with him.

Looking back at him, he looks so happy – no doubt he does love this whole thing of him and me together as much as I do. So I guess that begs the question – is it time for me to push for the final obstacle in our complete happiness? HELL YEH, I think so. We've been together for about six months now and there are no signs of this relationship ever breaking away, hell not even cracking. So then…….that answers my question fully then doesn't it? Good thing I know where to get 'it' from……all I need is an excuse so that I can keep the secret from Stan. Of course, I want this to be a surprise of absolute proportion – proportion so that Stan is more than happy to agree.

"All done." I can finally say to him as his arms drop and he lets out huge sigh of relief.

"YES, finally. Right then, where's my clothes?"

"Awwwww, I was getting quite used to that." I joke to him as he looks back at me and smiles as he walks over to where his shirt and jeans are lying on a bench.

Ah yes, hopefully, things CAN ONLY get better…