Kyle walked into the apartment with Kenny around one-thirty that afternoon. Cartman was at work again, luckily, but Clyde was sitting at the kitchen table glaring at them as they walked through the door. Kenny went back into him and Cartman's room in order to avoid the fight that was coming - Kyle and Clyde rarely fought, but when they did, it was normally very intense, nearly as bad as when him and Cartman fought.
"What took you so long?" Clyde demanded.
Kyle hesitantly said, "Like I told you on the phone, I fell asleep at Stan's planning the wedding. I didn't mean to, it just happened."
Clyde's eyes narrowed. "It just happened…?" He stood up and walked over to Kyle, the moment he got near, he could smell Stan's Tag body spray coming strong off of his body. "Why don't I smell Axe?"
"I wasn't prepared to stay over there, so I didn't have my deodorant with me. I borrowed Stan's Tag before I left," Kyle smoothly lied.
"You're lying," Clyde accused. "I can see it in your eyes."
"What can you see?" Kyle challenged. He really hoped he didn't see the truth; the guilt and shame present in his mind as the night before, when him and Stan made love, ran past his mind's eye.
"…Guilt," Clyde said slowly. "Though for what, I don't know. Why don't you tell me what you and Stan really did last night…?"
"There's nothing to tell," Kyle said defensively. "Why can't you believe that I just fell asleep over there?"
"I'll believe you," Clyde grabbed Kyle's wrists and threw him against the wall, pinning him there, "on one condition."
Kyle took a sharp breath, knowing what was coming and not liking it. They had agreed that for the last six months before their wedding, they wouldn't have sex so that it'd be that much more fun when it came. There was no loophole in the agreement, but they'd both been a little tense ever since the beginning of February - they thought they'd gotten all of their urges out in January, though that was clearly a mistake - and they wanted to have sex so bad. It wasn't like Clyde to accuse Kyle of cheating on him, but with Kyle being somewhat less tense after he came home ten hours late, it made sense in his mind that something happened.
"Clyde, we agreed that we wouldn't have sex again until we got married," Kyle pointed out with narrowed eyes.
Clyde pressed their bodies together; the heat of lust was pouring off of him. "Fuck the agreement. If you really love me, you'll say the same."
"No Clyde." Kyle forced his wrists out of Clyde's grip and pushed him back. "I don't want to have sex right now, okay…? I just want to take a shower and get some clean clothes on."
"What's the point?" Clyde caught his cute little Jewish boy's, (he called Kyle that whenever he was feeling particularly kind), waist with one arm as he was walking by and then rested his chin on his shoulder. "You know as well as I do that you'll just be covered in sweat and get all dirty again as soon as you get out."
"No I won't." Kyle gently pushed his fiancé aside and walked into the bathroom. He grabbed a clean thin green hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants from under the sink and started up the shower. A moment later, he stripped out of his clothes and got into the shower. His hair was still a complete wreck, and he was glad that his hat had concealed it - it looked like the small 'fro he had as a kid.
He stood there with the water pushing his hair back down into place, staring blankly at the tiled wall in front of him. He should've known Clyde was going to blow it out of proportions, though he was really glad that he wasn't accused of having sex with Stan–wait, did he get accused of that? He wasn't entirely sure.
As he was reaching for his Axe shampoo, a hand came from what seemed like nowhere and gripped onto his wrist tightly. Kyle's eyes widened as the dark blue shower curtain was pushed back to show a completely naked Kenny standing there with an amused smile on his face. "Hey, move over, I need a shower before Cartman gets home."
Kyle let out a breath of relief and stepped aside for Kenny to get in with him once he grabbed his shampoo. "Where's Clyde?" He knew he was gone since he would've never allowed Kenny in the bathroom knowing Kyle was naked.
Kenny shrugged. "He went into town for something. His sunglasses were gone, so he probably went to the sex shop."
Kyle turned bright red. "Great…" Clyde took his sunglasses with him to the sex shop in an attempt to hide his face from the people in and around the area. It rarely worked, though Kyle and Kenny never told him that.
"I thought you guys agreed on no sex until your wedding night," Kenny said with a slight tone of question as he borrowed some of Kyle's shampoo.
"We did agree on that, but," Kyle sighed and rinsed his hair of the shampoo, "after that whole thing where I fell asleep at Stan's, he seems to really want sex. I don't understand why either."
"Did he give you a reason?"
He shrugged. "Not really. I think he thinks I slept with Stan."
"…Well, did you?" Kenny looked over at his friend with the question deep in his eyes.
Kyle met Kenny's eyes for a brief moment and then looked away, at the shower curtain. "Uh…well…maybe?"
His eyes widened at the words. He never would've thought that Kyle would actually cheat on Clyde! "Wait, you really had sex with Stan?"
"Well, what's it matter to you? You're cheating on Cartman with Butters," Kyle pointed out as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Yes, but Cartman's an asshole. Clyde hasn't been anything but nice to you. Hell, he's willing to tell you he loves you in front of others, instead of being embarrassed to even look at you when someone's around. You're lucky to have him, Kyle."
"I know, but when I was with Stan…alone…it just…" His shoulders slumped. "I felt so happy. I couldn't control myself, and I trusted Stan to take control of the situation and stop it if it got out of hand. We both just…"
"Couldn't control yourselves?" Kenny sighed. "If you want to be with Clyde, you need to learn to control that urge around Stan."
"But that's it Kenny, Stan made me realize that I don't know what I want anymore. I don't know if I want to marry Clyde still."
"You need to tell him that then. You owe him that much if you're going to continue hanging around Stan."
"I…I know, but how could I tell him that I'm not sure that I love him anymore because I think I might love Stan?"
"Well, maybe not specify the reason why when you tell him," Kenny said with a shrug as he lathered up a rag with a bar of soap.
Kyle turned from Kenny with a light blush. It didn't matter how many times they showered together - mostly just to have an honest conversation that no one could overhear, though the first few times Kenny did it to see Kyle naked - he couldn't watch Kenny wash himself off, it was awkward. (Of course, that definition of awkward being: kind of hot and therefore making it hard to control urges.) "I don't intend to, but… Could you possibly help me?"
"How? You can look now." Kenny stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from under the sink.
Kyle sighed. "I was hoping you knew how to help."
"Sorry, I don't." Kenny grabbed a pair of orange-red sweatpants from under the sink and slipped them on. "Besides, this isn't something I can really give you advice on."
"Why not?"
He chuckled dryly. "Look at my relationship. The way things are going, the only way I'm going to be free of this hell is if someone kills Cartman."
"Yeah…" Kyle suddenly got an idea. He turned the shower off and grabbed a towel to dry off with as he stepped out of the tub. "Kenny, I have an idea of how to take of Cartman!"
"What?" Kenny's eyes widened with anticipation.
Before Kyle could say anything, the bathroom door swung open to Cartman's bulbous ass in khakis and a white button up shirt. He saw Kenny shirtless and Kyle naked, though he was scrambling to get into his sweatpants, and assumed that something happening between them. Both of them having hair still dripping with water wasn't helping that assumption either. "What the fuck is going on here?"
"We were talking," Kenny said plainly.
"Bullshit! You two fucked, didn't you?"
"No," Kyle said quickly.
"Why would you even say that?" Kenny demanded as the usual anger that came to the surface around Cartman appeared. "He's my best friend, nothing more. I would never fuck him." He looked at Kyle. "No offense or anything."
"None taken," Kyle said as he began drying off his hair with the towel.
Kenny looked back at Cartman. "Anyway, fat ass, why are you back already? I thought you worked 'til seven tonight."
"I requested an earlier shift so that I could plan something," Cartman said smoothly. He turned and walked back into the living room.
Kenny's eyes narrowed and he followed his boyfriend out into the living room. "What're you planning?"
Kyle rested the towel around his shoulders so that the water dripping from his hair wouldn't get on the couch. He grabbed the thin hoodie and threw it over the arm of the couch as he plopped down. Just as he flipped the TV on to one of the four channels they got at the moment, Clyde walked back into the apartment with a little black bag.
"Is Cartman home?" Clyde asked in confirmation.
"Even though the silence is deceiving, yes, he's home," Kyle said in a joking tone. He looked back and saw the bag, his eyes widened slightly at the sight. "What's in the bag?"
Clyde smirked and reached into it, pulling out a large bright pink vibrator. "Just this."
Kyle turned the brightest shade of red possible. "W-Why'd you get that?"
"Well, we agreed not to have sex, but we never said anything about using toys."
"Whoa!" He jolted into a stand and completely faced his fiancé. "What the hell?"
"Come on, babe, let's go to the bedroom." Clyde grabbed Kyle's wrist tightly enough so he couldn't get away. His mouth twisted into a lust-filled smirk, and Kyle knew that there was no point in fighting, that it would only be more painful if he did. So he reluctantly followed his fiancé into their room.
A few minutes later, the apartment was filled with the muffled sound of Kyle's screams.
…
Two days later, on Monday, Kyle was limping to his seventh hour class with his math book in his arms. Ever since Clyde brought home that vibrator, he's been at his fiancé's mercy just about every three hours. Even Cartman and Kenny seemed to feel sorry for him seeing as they were kept up the entire night the night before because of his screaming.
Kyle stopped at one of the many large windows lining the math department and looked up at the sky. "Stan…help me," he muttered before scurrying to class as the warning bell sounded.