The sun was setting and Christine still wasn't home. She really was giving them alone time. Stan sighed quietly, knowing that she had been right after all. There was no way he'd tell her she was right once again, she'd just have to wait and see for herself.
Kyle was lying on Stan's chest with his eyes half-closed. He was staring at the engagement ring around his left ring finger. It'd felt heavy ever since they'd kissed a few hours ago, and he was just waiting for the weight to go away again. But with Stan's arms wrapped loosely around his waist, he knew it wasn't going to go away any time soon. He was beginning to question whether his decision to marry Clyde was the right one, especially after that jolt of electricity shot through him when his lips touched Stan's.
Stan looked down at Kyle and kissed the top of his head chastely. "You still awake?"
"…Yeah, I am," Kyle muttered. He looked up at Stan and gave him a small, sad smile.
Stan rested one hand on the back of his friend's head and brought his lips down to meet Kyle's in a brief, gentle kiss. "I love this," he whispered, "this contact with you."
Tears threatened to surface in Kyle's eyes, but he fought to keep them down. "I love this too, Stan. God, you don't know how much I love this. …But…"
Concern passed over Stan's face as he sat up, bringing Kyle up to sitting on his knees. "What's wrong?"
"Stan," he rested his left hand on Stan's chest to see if he could feel the weight of the ring, "I'm engaged to Clyde. As much as I would love to just stay with you in this moment, right now, I can't. We shouldn't have even kissed, it was wrong for me to do that to Clyde."
"But, Kyle, you don't have to worry about him finding out, if that's what's bothering you."
"It's not that…" he bit his bottom lip. "I just…I feel awful for doing that to him."
"Why?" Stan cupped Kyle's cheek in his hand ever so gently.
Kyle rested his hand on top of Stan's. "I just…I don't want to do this to him without giving him more of a chance. Besides that, I want to make sure that this isn't just some, well, fling. I just want to make sure that I no longer love him before I cut off all ties and…"
"Kyle…" Stan brushed his lips across Kyle's slowly, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them. "Do you really think this is a fling?" He whispered closely to the other boy's ear.
Kyle turned bright red. "I hope not," he whispered in return.
Stan stood up and grabbed onto his best friend's wrists, slowly pulling him towards his room. "We can make sure of it." He pulled Kyle into him as he stepped into the doorway of his room and connected their lips.
He wrapped his arms around Kyle's shoulders as he wrapped his arms around Stan's waist. Some part of Kyle was fighting the urges welling up inside of him to just go with it, but the part of him that wanted to fight it wasn't strong enough to overwhelm the urge. He wrapped one leg around Stan's waist as he was pushed against a wall just inside of the bedroom door.
Stan grabbed the edge of the door and slammed it shut before he lifted Kyle so that he could wrap his other leg around his waist too. Kyle lifted his arms and wrapped them around Stan's neck as the black-haired boy snaked his tongue into the redhead's mouth. Kyle moaned loudly as their lips parted for a brief second.
A moment later, they were both lying on the bed with Stan on top of Kyle, tearing off each others' clothes. Without either of them noticing, Kyle's engagement ring fell off and rolled away on the hardwood floor to the opposite side of the room.
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Christine poured herself a cup of coffee and looked at the black digital clock she had on the kitchen bar separating the kitchen from the living room - her and Stan used it as the kitchen table - it was nearly ten, time for Stan and Kyle to wake up. She hadn't gotten the chance to meet Kyle last night, but she knew he was there from seeing his jacket in the coat closet last night.
She walked over to Stan's bedroom door with her coffee still in her hand. She knocked on the door. "Hey, Stan, Kyle, get up!" She waited a moment and then opened the door when she didn't hear anyone moving around. "I said–Holy crap!"
Stan and Kyle were a naked mess of tangled limbs on top of the twin sized bed. Their arms were wrapped around each others' shoulders, while their legs were tangled around each other, and both of them had hair that was going in every direction - sex hair.
"I never thought I'd be right about this one," Christine muttered in shock. She grabbed one of Stan's stuffed animals - Winnie the Pooh - and threw it at them, effectively waking them up. "Get up you two."
Stan slowly opened his eyes and looked sleepily at Christine. His face turned red when he realized that she had caught him after a night of long, heavy sex. "Okay, we're up," he squeaked out.
She chuckled and left the room, shutting the door behind her.
He sat up slightly and reached around Kyle to flip the switch for his desk lamp, dimly lighting the area around them. He plopped back into his laying position next to his now lover and smiled as the redhead's eyes opened. "Good morning."
"Morning?" Kyle asked in a mumble. "What time is it?"
"Um," Stan turned and looked at his cell phone, "ten."
"Wait a second," Kyle pulled himself out of Stan's arms and legs, scrambling around for his clothes, "I need to go! Ah, godammit!"
Stan sat up and looked over at his friend confusingly. "What's wrong?"
"Clyde expected me home around midnight last night!" Kyle yelled as he pulled his boxers and pants up at the same time as he was attempting to pull his t-shirt on. "Fuck!"
Normally, Stan would've made a comment on that, but he saw how frantic Kyle was and knew it would be in bad taste. Instead, he got up and walked over to him. "Just calm down."
"Calm down? Stan, Clyde gets jealous easily! Dammit, where's my phone?" Kyle put his shirt the rest of the way on and zipped his pants up. He patted his pockets down as he looked for his cell phone, and that's when he noticed his engagement ring wasn't on his finger. "Oh shit! Where's my ring?"
Stan looked around the floor and quickly found the gold band. He scooped it up from the floor and faced Kyle. "Found it."
"Thank God!" He ran over to Stan, who balled his hand into a fist to grip onto the ring. "What're you doing?"
"Before I give this back to you, I want you to promise me something."
"Stan, seriously, I need to get going! Give me my ring back!"
"Not before you promise me that you'll give last night some serious thought."
Kyle looked at him like he was crazy. "You think that I'll be thinking about anything else? I mean, especially when I face Clyde, I won't be thinking of anything but what happened last night! Stan, even though I really did love what happened between us, I just feel so…so guilty. I can't believe I cheated on Clyde." Tears flooded his eyes. "Please, I have to go."
Stan opened his hand and stared at the gold ring sitting in his palm. "Kyle, please," he held his hand out for Kyle to take the ring, "just think about leaving him. I don't think if you really wanted to marry him that badly, you would've–"
"I know!" He snatched the ring out of Stan's hand and slipped it onto his finger. "I have to go!"
Stan followed him out of the room after he pulled on his boxers and watched as he grabbed his jacket, where his phone was. As Kyle ran out of the front door with his cell phone pressed to his ear, Stan leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom and mumbled, "I love you."