***Author's Note***

Chapter Three has finally arrived! Thank you for the reviews on chapters one and two. We have come out of the hole of which we dwell to bring you further enjoyment with yet another song fic. Chapter Three is based upon the song "Home" by Chris Daughtry, which we listened to while we wrote thisJ. It's still a Style fic, with no side pairings. THIS CHAPTER IS FROM STAN'S POINT OF VIEW! Sorry for the caps, but we can't stress enough to the readers not to mix up the P.O.V.s. Just as a warning: It's gonna get a lil steamy! Enjoy!

Chapter Three- GOING HOME

I loved the priceless expression on Kyle's face when I asked, "Your place or mine?". For a second I thought he literally couldn't comprehend what I was asking, but understanding struck him a lightning bolt, and his cute mouth dropped open again.

Oh, the things I could stick in there. I snickered inside.

Kyle stuttered out a response about how his mom would kill him if he brought a friend home at such a late notice. I shrugged.

"I'm eighteen; I can technically live on my own, do what I want, go where I please. I still live with my grandpa though, but he should be asleep by the time we get back to my house." I reassured him as I grabbed his hand and began to maneuver out of the House of Mirrors.

The House was dark and slightly creepy, with flashing lights and droning voices in the background. It was cute how Kyle gripped my hand tighter when we turned a dark corner, like a frightened kid. I lead us out of the House quickly enough; we mostly walked in a comfortable silence. I loved how already we were comfortable enough to walk without talking.

Nothing like him… I thought, depressingly. Suddenly, an unpleasant memory flooded my mind.

***Flashback***

The warmth of Tyler's body pressed against mine makes me feel safe and comfortable, a feeling that ends quickly when Tyler once again dips his hand towards my waistband and starts tugging on my jeans.

I push his hands away gently and pull my mouth from his.

"Tyler, come on, we've talked about this, love." I say quietly, afraid to anger him. Tyler was all I had, I didn't want to rush things with him, but I also didn't want to light his short fuse. Sex was a topic of conversation that constantly frustrated him. He was sick of waiting for me to be ready, but I just didn't want to ruin things. I wanted my first time to be special; perfect, like in all the romance movies Tyler had refused to watch with me.

Tyler just shook his head in irritation and roughly kissed me, tugging on my pants persistently. I pushed away his hand once again; this time not as gently.

"Tyler, I said no." I said a little louder.

"Does it look like I CARE right now?" Tyler asked; the anger apparent in his voice. Tyler grabbed my hand and shoved it onto his crotch. I could tell he was aroused through his pants, but I was in no mood to satisfy his needs right now. I ripped my hand from his and jumped off of the couch. Tyler was being extremely pushy and disrespectful.

I stood in the middle of Tyler's living room, shaking with anger and overwhelmed with emotion. Tyler still lounged on the couch, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

"I'm not ready!" I shouted across the room. Tyler just smirked and undid the top button in a jerky motion. His silence filled me in on his black mood, and a terrifying realization hit me. Today might be the day he leaves me for someone who would give it up. Today might be the day he demands someone better, someone better in bed.

"I love you, Ty, that should be enough. Your love has enough been enough for me." I pleaded, tears in my voice.

"Well, it's not enough." Tyler replied simply. The coldness in his voice made me shiver. "I need more, I DEMAND more. If you can't give me what I want Stan…"

"No, please, Ty!" I begged.

"I'll leave you." He finished in an offhand tone. I could tell he spoke the truth; it hurt that he didn't care enough for me to wait for me to be ready. On the other hand, I desperately needed his love in my life, Tyler was all that I could have ever wished for. Apparently, I was getting more than I bargained for, though.

My hand quivered as I unbuttoned my pants. I shut my eyes against Tyler's smirk, ignored the sick feeling building in my stomach, and let the only person I trusted take my virginity in the least special or romantic of ways…

A blast of cold Colorado wind brings me out of me reverie, and I shiver slightly. Kyle snuggles a little closer to me, and I smile down at him. We walked in silence until we reached the exit of the fair. By that point we were both cold; Kyle's cheeks had taken on a rosy pink glow. I ducked down to kiss the tip of his red nose, and his cheeks turned even rosier.

I grinned, he was so cute!

The fair was on the outskirts of SouthPark, so we didn't have too far of a walk to get to my grandpa's house.

"How's your grandpa doing?" Kyle asked, starting small talk.

"Same ole suicidal man old man he always has been, I swear he's never going to die." I said with a laugh. Kyle chuckled along with me, probably remembering the old days when grandpa was chasing Death.

The sky grew darker and darker as we drew closer and closer to my house. I stared into the dark, trying to hide the fact that my nerves were acting up. I was afraid I would have a panic attack right there in the middle of the street. I hadn't been with anybody since Tyler ruined romance for me, and I began to doubt whether I should just jump into something with my childhood best friend or not. I figured I could trust Kyle, but what if things went south like they did with Tyler? What if I was never going to be good enough for anybody?

I tried to push all of my negative thoughts aside as we came up to my grandpa's front porch. I took a deep breath and turned to Kyle, still holding his hand in mine.

"You remember how my gramps is a little senile, right?" I asked quietly. Kyle nodded his head, waited for me to say more. "Well, it's not really gotten any better. He's still a batty old man who wants to die, but can't. Usually he's asleep downstairs by now, but I'm just preparing you for his antics if he's awake." Kyle nodded his head again and smiled at me reassuringly, as if to say he was prepared for anything. I turned back to the door, slid my key into the slot, and opened it quietly. I poked my head inside, just to see if any lights were on. In all honesty, my grandpa didn't know I was gay, and I didn't plan on him finding out by catching me sneaking Kyle into the house. No lights were on though; I took that as a safety sign. I was fairly certain grandpa was in his room downstairs, sleeping. Nothing could wake him now.

I tugged Kyle's hand gently and pulled him inside, closing the door and locking it behind us. I lead him to the stairs without turning any lights on. I felt my way up the stairs in the dark, pulling Kyle along behind me.

The room I currently inhabited was the first door on the right. My door was closed, and I hesitated before I opened it, trying to remember just how messy it was. I was typically a neat person, though, so I figured there would be nothing too embarrassing lying around. I shoved open the door and flipped on the light switch, both Kyle and I wincing against the sudden light.

I watched Kyle's face closely as he surveyed my room, taking in the blank walls, plain comforter, empty bookshelf and lack of overall personality.

"Have you not…settled in yet?" Kyle asked, and I could tell he was confused by the lack of personality in my room.

"Um…not really." I answered.

How to tell someone that you ran away and you hadn't even fully unpacked yet because you weren't sure when your mom was going to drag you back to New York…? I thought to myself sarcastically. Instead of going into depth on why my room lacked flair, I sat on the edge of my bed and patted the space beside me expectantly. I grinned as Kyle blushed again, my grin fading as I realized that it was possible I was Kyle's first…

"Are you ok with this?" I blurted out, louder than I meant to. Kyle jumped, slightly startled, and looked me right in the eye.

"It will be my first time." He openly admitted. "But honestly…I'm ok with it being with you."

Now I could feel myself blush at his sweet comment. I had feared for a second that I had dragged Kyle into something he wasn't ready for, like Tyler had pushed me into something I wasn't ready for.

"I'm ready." Kyle said reassuringly, as if he had read my mind. He sat down next to me slowly, turning his torso in my direction. My heart sped up as Kyle leaned in to me, kissing me gently on the mouth. His scent filled the air around us, and I inhaled deeply, deepening the kiss and introducing tongue for the first time between us. Kyle wasn't hesitant to explore my mouth, and I had to wonder how many other gorgeous males he had kissed…

My thoughts dissipated in a hazy cloud of lust. Every bit of me longed to be closer to Kyle, to touch every inch of him, show him what making love would feel like. I didn't know myself, as Tyler had never 'made love' to me. It was never as romantic, or sweet, or passionate as what Kyle and I were sharing now in just a simple kiss.

I could tell that Kyle was growing just as excited as I was; the kiss grew deeper and deeper, our tongues danced a fast pace around one another, our breath grew shallower and faster. Kyle was grasping lightly to my shoulders, and I had a firm grip around the back of his head, my fingers entangled in his soft red curls.

I love his hair.

I sighed into Kyle's mouth and he moaned throatily in response, his hands falling to my chest. Kyle pushed me onto my back gently, his hands moving to explore underneath my shirt. It grew harder to breath; our mixed excitement was practically suffocating me. Kyle moved to gently lie on top of me, and I could feel how truly excited he was through both of our jeans. We continued to kiss as I tugged at the bottom of Kyle's hoodie, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside, revealing a soft orange Hollister shirt, which quickly followed the hoodie to the floor.

Kyle's skin was soft and warm beneath my hands as I went back and forth between stroking his chest and grasping his shoulders. I didn't want to rush into the sexual side of things; I wanted to lead Kyle into it gently, romantically. I stuck with kissing Kyle, matching his excited ferocity with my own, but sticking to a hands-off approach.

I paused in kissing him for a second, turning my head to take in a deep breath. I heard Kyle inhale just as deeply as I did, both of us fighting to breathe.

My eyes landed on my open doorway, and I winced at the unromantic move I was about to make.

I pushed Kyle off of me gently, gesturing to hold on just a second. I jumped off of the bed and walked to the door quickly, shuddering at the uncomfortable feeling of walking with a raging hard-on. I felt Kyle's eyes on my back as I shut the door firmly and locked it. No way did I want my grandpa walking in on anything we were going to do tonight. I turned from the door and looked at Kyle, waiting on my bed.

"Maybe it wasn't special for me, but I can make it special for you." I murmured to him. Kyle grinned lazily and patted the bed next to him. I sighed in relief; Kyle was still willing to let me make tonight special for him, for us.