Chapter 6

"It's beautiful." Kyle says, staring at his new Ford on the dealer's lot.

"I told you, sir, she is a mighty fine car. You are going to be quite popular around town." The salesmen says, smiling. "Now let me show you how to start it up. You just come here over to the front of the hood and give this big old cord here a yank."

Kyle walks over to the front of the car. He grabs the rip cord and pulls so hard he nearly falls backwards, but the engine purrs to life.

"Wow, pretty good for your first start. I've definitely seen worse." The salesman says as Kyle climbs into the driver's seat. "Now she won't give you any problems, but if she does or you have any questions, you come right back and see us." Kyle smiles and shakes the man's hand.

He pulls out onto the open road with a new sense of freedom. This is literally the first thing he really owns, purchased with his own hard earned money. He imagines future drives with Stan out to the country. They will definitely go to the lake house again and maybe he'll take him for a hike or a horse ride. He can't wait to show his ride to Stan tomorrow after work. He thinks Stan is adorable when he ogles over things and he knows Stan will not be able to take his eyes off the new car.

He arrives home and parks the car in front of his house. He's beat and can't wait to get to bed, knowing he will have dreams of Stan. He smiles, thinking of their consummation of sort that took place last night. He gets hard as he imagines future meetings. He can see Stan naked in a meadow somewhere vibrant and gorgeous.

"Kyle, wee need to talk." His father says sternly as he walks in the door. He sighs, putting his fantasy away, perhaps to be taken up later in bed. He hangs up his coat and his hat, moving slowly on purpose. He knows it will antagonize his parents but he's really not in the mood right now and wants to show his displeasure with whatever lecture he's about to get. As he moves into the living room he can see his parents are visibly stressed. His mom is holding a wine glass and it would appear she has had more than a few. He plops down in an armchair ready to tune out whatever they are about to tell him.

"Kyle, now before you say anything remember I did all this for your own good. You've been acting very strange lately, staying out late, sometimes not coming home at all. So I hired a private detective to follow you around." Kyle throat gets tight. " I thought you might have gotten yourself into debt or otherwise involved with the wrong sort but what I found out was even worse." Kyle swallows harder. There was no way he knew anything, they had been so careful.

When his father throws the pictures down on the table he doesn't want to believe it, but there it is, photo proof of what he and Stan did just last night.

"Here is what's going to happen, Kyle. We are going to say that he forced himself on you, that you were powerless to stop such a brute. He's going to be arrested and charged, probably hanged, but whatever happens you're never going to see him again."

Kyle is in tears now.

"You can't! I won't let you take him from me!" Kyle says. He cries, imaging Stan hanging from some gallows on the street accused of some heinous crime he didn't commit.

"ITS OVER!" His father bellows back.

Kyle shoots up out of his chair. "I WONT LET YOU! HE'S INNOCENT! THIS IS ALL MY DOING!"

With that he shoots out of the room, running out the door. He crashes into the hood of his car and pulls the ripcord starting the engine. He can hear his father's footsteps chasing him out the door, but he is already in the driver's seat, pulling away.

He drives like a madman, no time to think, no time to do anything. He pulls up in front of Stan's building and rushes inside. Only then does it occur to him that he doesn't know Stan's apartment number. He runs over to the super's apartment, banging on the door so hard he almost knocks it down.

"Jesus Christ, kid!" A fat Italian guy in an A shirt says as he answers the door. "JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING BANGING MY DOOR LIKE."

"Please! It's an emergency! I need to know Stan Marsh's apartment number!" Kyle says frantically.

"Okay, calm down kid. Marsh, is he the raven haired boy? 20 maybe?"

"Yes!" Kyle says frantically.

"Apartment 25 D." the super says and before Kyle can say thank you, the super shuts the door in his face.

Kyle barrels up the stairs at full speed. He bounces in the hallway from door to door until he finds 25 D. He pounds on the door frantically and when Stan answers, he has never been happier in his life to see him. He leaps into his arms, weeping.

"What's wrong?" Stan says as he pats Kyle on the head trying to calm him down.

"It's my father, he found out about us. He's got pictures of us, Stan. From some private detective."

Suddenly Stan's face drops and he can see panic in his eyes.

"Kyle, you have to get out here, run. If they catch me I'll say I forced myself on you, I can at least give you that. I'm so sorry, Kyle, I never should have."

Kyle launches himself forward and kisses Stan, cutting him off.

"I want you to run away with me, Stan, we can do this together." Kyle grabs his hand, "and if they catch us I want us to hang together." Stan's expression is a mix of endearment and horror.

"I'm not going to let that happen!" He says, running into the bedroom. He takes a small bag out from under his bed and throws a few pairs of clothes as well as some photos and letters into it. He then swoops up the bag, takes Kyle's hand and makes a break for it.

Kyle is driving like a madman, weaving in and out of traffic and constantly looking over his shoulder expecting the police or his father's men to be right behind them. By the time they make it over the bridge into New Jersey Stan is just glad to still be alive. They are far from the city and the only light now is the beams from the headlights and the glow from the moon, which Stan thinks makes Kyle look even cuter than normal. He wipes a few finger across Kyle's soft cheeks and he can see Kyle's shoulders relax a bit.

"It's okay, dude, were safe for now. The evidence your father has won't be admissible in New Jersey." As he stares at Kyle he notices he's not wearing a coat. "Where's your coat?" Stan says.

Kyle breaks a smile and then laughs.

"What?" Stan says clearly happy that Kyle could at least have one moment of amusement in this whole situation.

"You sound just like my mother." He says. They both laugh at that one.

Stan takes off his coat and drapes it around Kyle's shoulders, despite Kyle's insistence that he doesn't need it. They keep driving until they cross over into Pennsylvania and then they only stop at an inn on Stan's insistence. Stan rents them a room with two double beds. Clearly for appearances only.

"I think I figured it out." Stan says, nervously pacing the room. Kyle is lying on the bed in his underwear looking on nervously. "We'll go west. There is plenty of frontier land. We could live so far out that no one will even know we exist. I can hunt and fish and even farm." He looks back at Kyle on the bed staring nervously at him.

"Look, as much as I can sugarcoat it, its gonna be hard. It's not going to be your old life with fine clothes and lavishly prepared meals. I won't fault you now if you want to go back. I've got enough of a head start that I should be okay."

"Stan, before I met you I never believed I would feel this way about anyone, but I would live butt naked in a cave for the rest of my life if it meant I could be with you."

Stan face turns red. He is touched that Kyle would go through such lengths to be with him and turned on by the image of him butt naked in a cave. He slides onto the bed and plants his lips on Kyle's.

"I love you." Stan says and Kyle takes Stan's face in his hands, pressing up closer against him.

"Are you hard?" Kyle says in between kisses.

"I can't get that image of you naked in a cave out of my head." Stan says.

"Well, than we will have to take care of that, wont we?" Kyle says looking at Stan seductively.