Routine

"Totally, we should go get milkshakes. No, I will slap the fuck out of Fosse if he ever did that." I adjust my cell phone as I practically shove my duffle bag in the backseat of my car. Kenny laughs on the other end and I get a weird sour taste in my mouth at thought of us getting milkshakes last Wednesday at the milkshake shack downtown and as usual Bill and Fosse were being stupid fuckers. I swear they're gonna get fired one of these days.

"Bill was like 'Here's your shit!'" He laughs and I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"I'm not ordering a chocolate milkshake ever again because of that."

"What? Dude, they probably didn't even do anything to it. They're not that ballsy."

"Did you see the way Fosse winked at me as we left? He definitely did something." Kenny continues to cackle and I finally move to the drivers side of my car.

"I'll meet you there in about ten," He says finally.

"Cool," I say before ending the call.

I haul myself inside of my car and immediately start the car up to turn on the heat. Once the car is warm enough and I've put my seat belt on I back out of my parking space and quickly leave the empty parking lot. I stop at the red light and my phone lights up with a annoying shrill, reaching beside me I answer it without seeing who's calling.

"Hello," I greet as I effortlessly make a few quick turns with one hand. I can't help the way my lips quirk up at the deep, raspy voice that answers from the other side.

"Hello yourself hottie," His voice is light and joking.

"Wow, thanks for that," I snort, but laugh nonetheless.

Kyle laughs from the other end and it's slightly high pitched and just adorable, "Would you rather I not compliment you?"

"No, I like it." It's just weird after not hearing compliments from him...or anything good for that matter for so long. I miss it.

"Likewise. What I wouldn't do to have you here with me right now."

"What are you up to?"

"Watching Terrance and Phillip reruns." I bite my lip at that. Imagining Kyle all cuddled up in his room, looking so sweet and cuddly.

"You?"

"Just leaving practice, and I'm actually meeting Kenny for milkshakes. We kinda made it a routine to have milkshakes together every Wednesday."

"Is it the new place downtown?" I nod before remembering that he can't see me.

"Yeah." There is a pause on the other end but its brief before Kyle speaks again.

"I wish I could come. I pretty sure that you still order the chocolate malt swirl milkshake." I do.

"Me too." I agree as I make U-turn and head in the direction of Kyle's house. "Hey, are you alone?" I finally ask after falling into a comfortable silence. Just knowing that he's there is good enough.

"Yes, why?"

"No, reason. I gotta go, but I'll talk to you soon."

"Bye," Is Kyle's short reply and I try not to smile at how put off he sounded. I guess I'm not the only one who enjoys just having the other's presence on the phone. The call ends and I throw my phone in the passenger seat beside me.

I speed through a couple yellow lights and make multiple quick turns before arriving at Kyle's house. I park my car across the street before approaching the Broflovski residence and ringing the doorbell. A few moments pass before Kyle answers the door dressed in a simple pair of black drawstring sweats and a v-neck white t-shirt. His curly hair is mused nicely and he looks so soft and-

"What are you doing here?" Kyle asks as he lets me in. "I thought you were going to get smoothies with Kenny." He says and from the frown set on his pouty lips his feelings of me hanging out with Kenny doesn't resemble his indifferent tone from earlier.

"I want to hang out with you. Kenny wouldn't mind if I missed milkshake Wednesday this one time."

"So you would honestly rather watch reruns with me then scarf down milkshakes?"

"Yeah. I would," I say still trying to convince Kyle of this.

"Fine," Kyle tries to sound annoyed, but he's smiling as I follow him to his room.

He lies back on his bed and pats the spot next to him, but as I approach him he decides to pull me down on top of him. He kisses me slowly and I close my eyes enjoying the feel of his lips dragging against mine. I moan as he bites my lip before continuing to kill me with his slow kisses. When we finally pull apart I open my eyes only to meet Kyle's heady stare. He wraps his arms around my waist and just holds me there and I hate how happy I feel right now.

"Friends don't kiss each other like this," I can't help, but comment as Kyle kisses down my neck.

"Who said we were just friends?"

"You did," I remind.

"Nonsense. How could ever be just friends with you?"

"Maybe we should." Kyle kisses below my ear once more before halting and I have to bite my lip to suppress the moan that threatens to spill from my lips.

"Why?" He asks as I maneuver myself out of his grasp to sit beside him.

"Maybe this is our chance to make things right. What if we've been given this chance to repair our friendship?"

"Do you really not want to make out with me right now?"

"No, I do. But I don't think we should."

"Why not? Stan, I want this to work, but I also think that we shouldn't suppress how we really feel about each other in order to succeed."

I think about this. He's right, I stare at his lips briefly as they curve in a smirk. Could I really go without kissing him again? These lips? No, no I couldn't. "Okay," I say softly, agreeing to do this. I really hope I won't regret this. I kiss him again and this time he doesn't tease me with slow kisses and soft nips.

Later when our lips are swollen from kissing and we're leaning against the grid tufted headboard of his bed watching an hour long marathon of Terrance and Phillip Kyle breaks the comfortable silence, his long fingers still running smoothly through my hair.

"Can I be honest?" He asks and immediately I nod.

"I was kind of jealous of you and Kenny having some sort of routine together." I open up my mouth to speak, but quickly close it, wanting Kyle to talk, "I want to be close to you again, but I'm scared to think that because of everything that's happened we never will be. I miss being with you everyday after school or just coming over to each other's house unannounced. I miss everything being so...natural between us."

"We can be," I assure Kyle. "I miss you too and I really do mean it. And I want to be closer to you, even closer if that's possible. I don't want to overwhelm you seeing as how all of this just happened, but I..." Kyle leans forward and pushes our lips together and I don't think I'll ever get enough of this.

"Hey, how are you doing tonight?" I roll my eyes at what is bound to be one of the worst convo's of my life.

"I'm good, how are you?" I find myself replying anyway. I mean he is hot despite the fact that he's leaning his muscular figure way too close to me right now and his breath is tinged with the smell of cheap whisky.

"Better now that you're here. You're the prettiest thing here."

"Likewise," I comment before taking a large gulp of my drink, Mr. dark and handsome's eyes dark eyes follow my movement. He bites his red lips and my lips curve over the top of my glass.

"Can I buy you another drink?" The man asks and I refrain from bursting into laughter at that. I mean seriously? I'm underage with a clearly fake ID, but that doesn't stop me from getting in, guys buying me drinks and passing me their numbers. I come here enough that it's become something like a routine by now.

Even the freaking bartender seems so enthralled he's willing to give me free drinks every time I come here. Or it could be because he still wants to hook up with me. But who am I to deny a free drink? After the week I've had, I definitely need it.

As soon as I open my mouth to answer the older guy practically glued to my side someone slides between us. "No, actually you can't." I stare at the blonde now beside me. He's stunning and I don't use that term lightly.

Older hot guy grunts his disapproval of being pushed away, "What are you doing?"

"I'm buying a drink for my boyfriend." Boyfriend? How fucking disappointing. I have half the mind to find out who this boy is. He's lucky as fuck.

"I was here first," Older guy says on the verge of causing a scene.

"And? Is this kindergarten? Am I supposed to go to the end of the line," Blondie promptly turns away from him.

"You ought to change your tone with me boy." Older guy threatens, but blondie is not shaken.

"I'll speak to you however I want. So screw you, get lost." And with that blondie doesn't move and it funnily enough irritates the man further.

"Look, you fuckin-"

"Oh, you're still here? I thought I told you to get lost. Babe," Blondie looks at me and my heart stutters in my chest. His baby blues scan my face before he continues, "Is he bothering you?"

"Babe?" The guy asks incredulously, his eyes flicking over to me "You're slumming it with this guy?"

"Slumming it? Hardly." Blondie scoffs and I can barely find the words to speak as the two guys stare at me. This disagreement has caught the attention of the people in earshot of us and even the cute bartender who looks at us in curiosity in between serving other people.

"Jeff," Someone calls warningly from behind us and the older man looks over his shoulder briefly.

"He's with me. Right babe?" Blondie asks jaw visibly clenched as he stares at Jeff coldly. I feel slightly uncomfortable at all the eyes staring at us.

"Y-yeah," I stutter out. It's quiet and Jeff still looks like he wants to fight and continues to intimidate the blonde with his burly build. And Blondie continues to stand his guard until someone finally grabs Jeff by the arm.

"Come on man, it isn't worth it," The stranger comments, shooting me a brief look before tugging on Jeff's arm.

After a moment of silent resistance Jeff finally relents. "This isn't over pretty boy. You fuckin' fuck nut," He comments before being hauled off by his friend.

Everything resumes and I hear a few people laugh, but I'm distracted by the dazzling smile directed at me. "So, how about that drink?" I ask and the blonde instantly catches the bartender's attention and orders two drinks.

"You gotta name?" He asks his eyes never straying from mine.

"Tweek. And thanks, for chasing that guy off," I praise as the bartender quickly sits my drink in front of me, ignoring all the angry people before me.

"I can't tell whether that's a good thing or not?" He replies before taking a sip of his tequila.

"It's good," I say quickly wanting to keep conversation flowing between us.

"Please," He starts and his voice is barely above a whisper, but he's so close that I can hear every syllable, "You wanted that guy to fuck you."

I paste on a mock appalled look but I can't help the way my lips slightly quirk up in a grin, "I'd never."

His grin doesn't falter, "So you're innocent?"

"As innocent as they come." I wish.

"Really?"

"Yeah," I reply as if we were discussing something as simple as the weather. I take a sip from my drink, "So, what's your name 'boyfriend?'"

"Haven't you ever learned not to talk to strangers?"

(*)

"Shit!" I shout loudly as my back hits the metal door behind me. The sound of the restroom stall door locking echoes in my head as my lips are attacked by the blonde dude in front of me. My eyes roll lovingly as he grinds against me and I can't help the moans that release from my swollen lips. I practically bury my tongue in his mouth before raking my nails underneath his thin white shirt and feeling smooth skin and abs galore. Quickly he removes his lips from mine and flips me around, my head thumping the metal door in the process, but I can care less. I just want his lips on mine again.

"You're so innocent." Blondie whispers in my ear and it no longer holds its taunting tone from earlier. It's hard and I moan as he grinds his crotch against my ass. "You feel that?" I nod agreeing and I'm willing to agree to anything at this point. As long as he keeps treating me this way. He bites my ear with his teeth before ripping my tight jeans down along with my boxer briefs. I wait in anticipation at the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

The foil of a condom wrapper is thrown somewhere in the stall and I whimper at the wet sound of blondie slicking himself up with a packet of lube before (surprisingly) liberally applying the rest to my awaiting ass. He scissors two fingers inside of me and moan after moan falls from my mouth before he removes his fingers and replaces it with something much larger. He grabs my waist and fucks into me hard, and it feels so good. I needed this.

His thrusts are fast and unrelenting, but my thoughts are consumed by the vision of a slim and effortlessly toned body, dark hair and grey-blue eyes as he wraps his hand around my throat and pushes me back upon his slim figure. I can't breathe as he continues to thrust into me, my cock flapping uselessly in front of me as I revel in the pleasure I feel. Soon his hard thrusts become more erratic and I moan loudly at the tightening in my stomach. After a few more thrusts my release spills out onto the grimy bathroom floor, but blondie doesn't relent until he's filling up the condom inside me.

I let my weight fall onto the metal door as he finally releases my neck from his hold, trying to catch my breath. He slips out of me and I barely notice as he ties up the used condom and flushes it. Once I've caught my breath I pull up my boxers along with my jeans and blondie does the same. After we're adjusted he kisses me on the lips again and I accept before pulling away and leaving the stall. I can't help, but scold myself as we head towards the bathroom door. I never even got his name.

"What are you mumbling about?" Blondie asks and I stare at him in confusion before realizing I must have said my thoughts out loud.

"You never even told me you're name?"

"Gary."

My beating heart halts in my chest. Blonde hair, baby blue eyes- "As in Harrison?" Blondie stares at me in curiosity.

"Yeah. So, you've heard of me?"

"Mostly rumors."

"Interesting. Tell me, did any of them peek your interest?" He's crowding my space again and I'm crazily enough reminded of the fact that he attended some type of fancy prep school instead of slumming it at South Park Middle with the rest of us.

My heart continues to plummet at the realization that I just fucked someone who goes to my school. No one even knows that I like guys. Fuck.

"Maybe. Look, you can't tell anyone about this, okay?"

"Yeah," He nods like he's used to being told this, "Under one condition."

"Am I signing a deal with the devil?"

"Maybe," He says mocking my previous answer. "I wanna see you again. It doesn't have to be under these circumstances."

"So...you wanna hang out together."

"Yes," Gary smiles and even though his hair's a mess and his lips are still red from the kissing we did earlier he looks as gorgeous as ever.

"So friends. I can do that."

"Great," He kisses my cheek and I can't help the blush that spreads there. Abruptly there's a loud knock on the door and someone barges in.

"Cartman," I say in shock at the figure before me. "What are you doing here?"

"I can ask the same of you?" Cartman takes one look at the both of us, taking in our appearance before rolling his eyes in his usual unimpressed fashion. "Sorry," He says not sounding in the least sorry at all, "But I'm stealing your butt buddy."

"Wait, you guys are friends?" Before Cartman can jump in to probably disagree Gary answers.

"Yes, the best." I continue to stare in shock as Cartman practically drags Gary out of the 'infested' restroom.

After a minute of processing what the hell just happened I remove my phone from left pocket thanking the heavens that the screen didn't crack after... my recent activities. I glare at the notification of 6 Missed Calls on my screen before turning my phone completely off.