Surprise
Gorgeous. Even in his sleep he looks perfect. I stare at him a few moments more before forcing myself to look away, pushing myself onto my elbows only to stop once I feel a hand squeezing my forearm. Looking beside me I'm met with a sleepy smile from Stan before pushing himself up as well, he kisses me and despite the fact that we both have morning breath I kiss back.
"Morning," I say against his lips and he smiles at that.
"Morning Ky. Where were you going?"
"To the bathroom, to get ready for school." Stan sits up a bit properly at that, his dazed expression fading a bit.
"Yeah, school," Stan agrees, but he has this look on his face that looks a little unenthused at this thought, he it pushes away quickly and it's replaced by a more neutral look. I ruffle his wild hair and he kisses my bare shoulder and I hate how much I love it.
I finally peel myself out of bed and surprisingly Stan follows right behind me to the bathroom. Once inside Stan immediately turns toward the spacious shower and turns it on as I head to the double sink and check my reflection out in the mirror. The night before shows in my reflection and I'm admittedly a bit smug. I love the way I look actually, but I love Stan's more as I notice him standing behind me collecting a couple of clean towels and washcloths.
With a yawn I open the mirror and reach inside for my hidden green toothbrush, but my eye catches on a half full small white capped bottle. I turn the bottle around in my fingers to read the label. It's Stan's of course seeing as he's the only one that really uses this bathroom, everyone else has a en-suite. My eyes barely flit over the words Temazepam: used to treat insomnia, utilize 7.5 to 30 mg orally before bedtime before arms envelop me from behind.
"The shower is ready," Stan says snuggling into my shoulder and I place the bottle where it belongs before swiftly closing the mirror and turning around.
"Who said you can shower with me?"
"So I have to ask?"
"Maybe, I don't let others shower with me."
"Please, we've seen each others junk before, even tasted them."
"Gross, what a filthy mouth you have Stanley." Stan rolls his eyes before grabbing his blue toothbrush from the toothbrush holder and begins to brush his teeth. I smile as I follow and have to push down the strong urge to bend him over the white granite countertop just to see his gorgeous blue eyes roll in a different manner.
"C'mon Ky, I promise, no funny business. Just in and out." I stare at Stan after we finish cleaning our mouths, wanting nothing more than to flat out decline, but his blue eyes, messy black hair that constantly falls in his eyes and the way he bites his lips, eyebrows scrunched together... "Fine," I say before swiftly stripping my boxers and throwing them in the clothes hamper and scampering into the shower, Stan following.
Stan keeps his promise and doesn't try to do anything as we wash thoroughly and he even helps me wash my hair with a bottle of my shampoo/conditioner that he thought smells good decided to keep. And to his complaint I wash his hair with his usual delicious peppermint shampoo before getting out. I dry my hair before draping a fluffy blue towel around my waist as Stan removes a purple wide-tooth hair-dryer that I suspiciously think may belong to Shelly and proceeds to dry and style his hair as if he does this everyday.
As Stan continues I quietly pad out of the bathroom. Suddenly I hear a squeak and I instantly halt in my steps, leaning against the smooth wooden bathroom door but by the approaching sound of dog tags clinking I close my eyes and relax in relief, letting Sparky and Rover run past me and hobble down the hallway in a flurry.
"Hi, Kyle."
Instantly my eyes fly open and I'm now face to face with Sharon Marsh. From the look on her face I can see that I'm not the only one genuinely confused by the other's presence. My mouth opens and closes pathetically as I try to grasp for words to explain why I'm in her house, why I'm only wrapped in a towel and coming out her son's bathroom. Her brown eyebrows are raised in mild confusion and that's completely understandable considering that everyone thinks we hate each other. Although, it's not so easy to explain how Stan and I have been secretly fucking around for almost a month.
"I didn't know you and Stanley were friends again?" Sharon says and I'm honestly surprised, I thought she would immediately demand that I tell her why I'm here.
"Yeah," I blurt out and I'm actually able to sound calm about this. "We've been friends for a...while now, but we just haven't told anyone. We are still working things out."
Sharon smiles brightly at me, "That's great Kyle, that you and Stan are working things out. And I promise I won't say a word," She makes a zipping motion with her fingers and I chuckle at this. Stan definitely gets his personality from her.
"Anywho, give me a hug. We haven't spoken since Shelia's last dinner party." I hug Sharon and it's nice to know that although Stan and I were practically declared mortal enemies that her and Randy continued to stay close to my family. "Is Stan awake?" Sharon asks as she lets me go.
"No, he's still asleep," I lie smoothly.
"That's odd," I'm confused by that, but I don't question it as she continues. "Well when he wakes tell him that I'm off and that I've picked up a late shift tonight at the hospital. And that if he has any problems that he should call Brad or Darren." I nod my understanding and we say our goodbyes before Sharon leaves and I don't move until the sound of the front door closing reach my ears.
I decide to check on the dynamic dog duo before changing and they surprisingly don't even notice me standing in the kitchen as they continue to drink and eat the food Sharon most likely set out for them in their bowls.
Content enough that they are okay I race upstairs and into the warm bedroom staring longingly at the even warmer bed. Stan is now lying on his back only dressed in a pair of batman boxer briefs and I sit beside him on top of the the duvet and gently push his perfectly styled fringe out of his face, cupping his cheek. I rub my thumb against his cheekbone trying to wake him up, "Stan. Stan, babe you have to wake up."
Stan groans as I continue to rub his face. I sigh not wanting to have to do this, but since we were kids this is the only way I've ever been able to wake him up. I lean forward and blow air into his ear before giving him a sloppy wet willy. Stan groans louder before finally turning onto his side.
"OhmygodIhateyou," he says, his words rushed together and I just laugh much to his annoyance as I stand and begin searching for a pair of my own boxers in his chest drawer.
"I had to, you wouldn't wake up," I say and Stan shoots me the evil eye. I mentally do a small cheer at having found my things in the second drawer.
"So you say. I've always hated when you guys did that," He says and I drop my towel, putting on a pair of grey and black boxer briefs before following Stan over to his closet.
"I am so looking forward to today."
"Why?" Stan asks as he slides into a pair ice blue zipper jeans and a black and white baseball tee.
"Let's just say I talked to coach about taking on more responsibility."
Stan looks at me, confusion etched on his face as I decide to wear a similar pair of zipper jeans in an off-black color with a white v-neck , "What do you mean? You're captain of the basketball and track teams."
"I am, I mean on other teams," I reply as I balance myself on the chest drawer, sliding on a pair of navy socks.
"That's sounds great," Stan says as he does the same before searching for a pair of shoes. I nod in agreement and slide on my black mid-calf combat boots. Once we're both dressed and our accessories are in place I decide to grab a zipperless black hoodie and quickly slide it on before leaving Stan's closet. I remember to tell Stan Sharon's message and we grab our phones, bags and keys before heading downstairs.
I walk over to the closet pantry and take out a few cherry poptarts for us and pop them in the toaster as Stan takes Sparky and Rover out for a walk. Once the pop tarts are done I wrap them in separate napkins before going to take out the large doggie litter box and refilling both dog's food and water bowls just in time for Stan to come back in through the back door.
We grab our hot poptarts, coats and gloves before saying goodbye to Sparky and Rover. Once we're standing at the door after pulling on my leather jacket I'm pulled into a warm hug by Stan and we both give promises that we will meet up later and suddenly I feel hesitant to even leave our small haven that we have somehow created. It feels like old times, and I hate it. I hate that I feel so good right now, and that I've finally gotten what I used to pray and scream about three years ago. Looking at Stan I see that same hesitancy and look in his eyes from this morning and I feel guilty. Willing away these thoughts I kiss Stan's neck lovingly before leaving out of the front door.
I jog to my house and stop in the driveway and notice that my dad scraped the snow and ice of my windshield. Quickly I enter my car, turn on the heat and head to school. As I slow to a stop at a red light I slide my phone out of my pocket and check my messages.
I briefly scan some of them noting certain things, I stop on a more recent message sent an hour ago before glancing up and noticing that it's a green light and blow my horn for the fuckers in front of me to just move. The light turns yellow and one car passes by before it turns red again and a chorus of horns sound in annoyance. I grip my steering wheel for a moment before letting go and reading my message.
'I know what you've been up to.'
My blood runs cold at this and I stare at my phone in shock before finally moving my fingers to dial a familiar number.
"Hi Kyle," He answers sounding like the overjoyed little shit he is.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," I say, cutting straight to the chase.
"I see you got my little message," Gary says and I can hear the smugness in voice.
"What do you want?" I ask as the light turns green once again and I am now able to speed through.
"Oh, you know. A lil birdie told me that you have a new fuck buddy?"'
"And? "
"And? Is that all you have to say, fuckboy?"
"Gary, what do you want?" I ask exasperated, "You know I hate it when you beat around the bush."
"I hear it's not a girl, goes to our school, Captain of the football team, does this ring any bells?" He continues.
"Gary that's none of your business. What I do is none of your concern, so what is this phone call about?"
"How about, I don't know, that you're fucking Marsh again. Stan. fucking. Marsh. The guy who broke your heart, who you sworn-"
"Just stop. I know this and frankly...I don't care."
"Oh, really?!"
"Yeah."
"Fuck if I believe that. Tell me this isn't real."
"What?" I stop at the entrance of the student parking lot.
"Tell me that you're just fucking with him. Please, just please Kyle," Gary whispers in the phone and I'm reminded of his soft whispers of reassurance in my ear when I would cry, when I would scream, and when we would fuck. "Ple-please," he begs and it hits me hard because I'm hurting him. I just keep hurting him. I sigh giving in...I don't want to lie to him, I doubt I actually can... so I won't.
"Can you please stop smiling like an idiot."
"Sorry," I say to Token. "Just a really good morning is all."
"Good for you Stan. It's great to see you smilin' instead of sad all of the time," Butters says and I have to agree. It is good and it feels amazing.
I mean I woke up to the best face in the world, it's been about three years since I've seen Kyle's morning face and heard his morning voice and to say I'm milking it for all its worth is an understatement. I greet the people that walk past and even go as far as to wink at a few underclassmen who've been eyeing me since I walked in.
"Can you believe the rumor mill this morning?" Butters says as I tune back into what he and Token had been discussing.
"Ugh," Token says in disgust, "Garbage as usual."
"That bad?" I ask not sure if I really wanna know. I try to stem from that side of things as long as I can before someone comes running up to me blabbing about something I never did and said. At least ten percent of the rumors are true and even that can be considered a stretch. But then there are those rare moments of a little bit of truth. Strictly depending on who you talk to.
"Apparently Kyle is going out with a freshman named Melissa. Apparently they've been dating since September and agreed to keep it under wraps."
"Then how did it get out?"
"Apparently a mass text 'leaked' all the details all around the school."
"Also according to the rumors they're in love." Ha. Funny. "They've even been sleeping at each other's houses." Very funny. Considering he's been literally sleeping with me every night for weeks now.
"You know if this keeps on the next thing the rumor mill will be spewing is that Melissa is somehow pregnant by Kyle." Scratch that, this is hilarious.
At Token's words a squeal is heard and we look beside us to see a group of girls looking as if we've just said something amazing. The tall brunette girl in the front speaks up after a moment of weird squealing, "Melissa. Is. Preggos?!"
"No that's not what I-" Toke tries, but the girls get too carried away with this information to let him explain before running off, phones latched into their hands as they send off false messages to their friends.
"Well, that was exciting," I say sarcastically before we all burst in laughter.
"I can't believe how thick they are," Butters laughs. "I sort of feel bad for all parties involved."
"Have you ever even seen this Mellissa girl anyway?"
"No, but they say she's hot," Token says.
"I've seen her once and she rocks that whole, I'm innocent vibe. Like, if we were in a TV show she would definitely be the girl that 'falls in love' with the unattainable guy and he dates her because she was somehow 'different', doesn't know about his or either doesn't care."
"And somehow she's different from all the other girls because she doesn't 'care' that he fucked about a thousand other people and even have all sorts of family drama."
We all laugh again and stop only at the sound of someone abruptly clearing their throats. We look beside us at a girl I'm sure I've seen before… "Stop talking about Melissa! What did Melissa ever do to you?"
There's a pause before I decide to ask the clueless girl, "Who're you?" This proves to make the girl even angrier.
"I'm Amanda. Melissa's best friend and since you're bound to find out anyway, I'm the one who hooked her and Kyle up, hell I was there when they first hooked up, so I know for sure that the rumors are real."
Me, Token and Butters look at each other in shock. In shock that this girl could be so clueless, even more on my part as I face the girl again, "So…"
"So? Is that all you have to say? I would've expected better from you, Mr. I'm-so-fucking-popular-I'm-fucking-two-girls-at-once."
"What?"
"You need to apologize for trash talking my friend!" Amanda screeches at me and by now I've noticed that we've caught the attention of the entire hallway-almost the entire school really. I try to take this girl seriously, but I honestly can't. I can't even take Mr. Mackey serious right now as he stands at the front doors with a bagel hanging out of his damn mouth.
"So you're the one who started those rumors and I bet you leaked those text messages about your 'friend' Mellissa too."
"So, what if I did?" Amanda asks hysterically. "You know what, you're just a right asshole. I should've known when I heard about you cheating on Wendy how much of a douche you are. You think you can just walk all over everyone, but guess what Stan Marsh, you can't! Now apologize."
"I'm not apologizing," I say calmly, I'm not about to lose my cool over some random chick who doesn't know what she's spewing about. "You don't even know me. Look, honestly I feel bad for you because you feel as if you have to spread rumors and have blowouts with people just so you can get attention. It's sad. Now, why don't you do yourself a favor and just walk away."
I turn away from the girl and she stomps her heels in frustration before leaving. It only takes a few moments before the attention on me disappears at the sound of something (most likely a body) hitting the hard tile floors down the hallway and various howls and loud sounds that signal a fight has broken out.
It doesn't last long before Mr. Mackey literally drops his bagel and intervenes. It's a tussle, and he has to dodge a few manicured fingernails and ring covered fists, but he finally breaks it up. Token and Butters give me a knowing look as we watch Mr. Mackey lead Mercedes, Porsche, and Lexus towards the principal office along with a frazzled Amanda.
"Just another fucking day at Park County High!" Arden, one of my best teammates on the swim team cheers loudly, causing others to join in.
"Wow, now that all of that exciting stuff has ended can everyone focus their attention this way," Kyle says charmingly but of course his words are laced with sarcasm that causes me to try to suppress a laugh. Everyone turns their attention to Kyle who is holding up a clip-board.
"Seeing as we only have a few minutes until class starts I want to get this out of the way. Weeks ago I had you all pick a color out of a jar through various people and collected your colors and said it was for research purposes. It wasn't. It was to pick who you will rooming with during our senior class trip in a couple weeks."
Everyone in the senior class cheers loudly at that and only stop as the bell rings. "I'm going to post the results on the bulletin board with your color, roommate and group," Kyle turns around and post the various papers on the large board behind him before moving out of the way as people start coming forward to search for their name.
I can see the exact moment Kyle spots Token, Butters, and I before walking over, a proud grin set on his lips as he pulls his phone out and shows us the list on his phone. I can't help it as my lips curl in a smile that I suppress by biting my cheek. I'm rooming with Kyle and in a group with Kenny and Butters, this couldn't get better.
Token takes out his phone and taps out his rooming arrangements in his phone and Butters does the same. As they both look down at their phones I chance smiling at Kyle who only sticks his tongue out and crosses his eyes in return. Idiot. Kyle eventually moves along to show Cartman who just walked in his grouping arrangements.
"Fuck, you just had to give me the shitest group. I hate you Kyle," Cartman complains to which Kyle just outright laughs before escaping out of the side door as the warning bell rings and we all finally make moves to head to class.
As the heavy metal door falls shut behind me I take a deep breath of cold December air. It's cold, but it feels so so good right now. I walk over to my usual side of the school and am not in the least surprised to see Craig leaned against the brick wall of the school, cigarette resting in between his index and middle finger.
"Hey dude," I greet as I sidle up beside him and he looks at me as if startled out of a daydream before his small signature smiles curves his lips. He takes a drag from his cigarette and blows it out slowly.
"What's up?"
"Nothing just out here for air. And to show you this," I say handing him my phone.
Craig looks at the list of roommates and groups before handing it back, "Didn't know you were planning a trip. A few days out of South Park sounds nice," He says, and it's honest, but by the set of his jaw I can tell something is on his mind.
I don't push though and instead pull out my pack of cigarettes that luckily Kenny didn't throw out before chucking my jacket back at me. I slide the stick in my mouth as I search for my silver skull lighter.
"You don't mind if I smoke too?" I ask my words slightly muffled.
"It's a free country...at least that's what they want us to believe. But I didn't know you smoked cigs? Since when?"
"I don't."
"Ah, right. That's what they all say," Craig chuckles and I can feel his grey-blue eyes on me. "But I gotcha, I won't tell anyone."
Once I feel the cold metal against my fingers I quickly remove the lighter with relief. I immediately focus on lighting my cigarette before being unceremoniously pushed harshly against the brick wall behind me, the bricks biting into my back brutally
I stare at Craig completely shocked as he stares back impassively while holding me firmly in place. Never in a million years did I ever think I would be on the other side of this look. That his cold and dispassionate look would be directed at me.
"Craig what the fuck dude! Why are you-"
"Shut the fuck up." Craig says and I instantly stop, not wanting to push this insane fucker any further. I know this look and I be damned if Craig black the fuck out on me. "Where did you get that lighter?"
"Out of my jacket," I say slowly, I'm really confused as to what brought this on.
And as if taking in my appearance for the first time Craig, one of my closest friends, the guy who just sounded so lighthearted moments ago slams me against the wall almost rattling my skull. Fuck.
"So, it was you. What were you doing with Stan?" Craig asks and...seriously. What the fuck, dude. I should've fucking known that the only way Kenny could've got my jacket was through Craig.
I shouldn't even been stupid enough to leave the party without my damn jacket, but my mind was so preoccupied by the bombshell Stan dropped on me. Funnily enough all I can think of in this moment is Damien's smile. The fucker, he knew.
"It's not what you think," I start and that does nothing, but cause Craig's eyes to narrow dangerously at me. "We were just talking, about what happened to us."
"And?"
"And…" I look quickly to the ground at my wasted cigarette, fingers itching for it. To say I'm uncomfortable right now is a big freaking understatement. I'm practically being forced to out myself, but even as I look at Craig pleadingly it's clear that shit is not going to work considering he doesn't even react to it.
There's no trace of the beautiful blue streaks in his swirling grey eyes and with a sigh I prepare to tell the truth or take one big fat L. I've seen Craig beat guys double his size to a pulp and I'd be no problem, if anything I'll catch a beating far worse because of how close we are. Swallowing my fucking ego for once I confess, "We made a mistake. Stan and I were...involved."
"Involved how?"
"We were together, we were in love," I add, and it feels like I've swallowed acid, having admitted that out loud to someone for the first time. Although, I do feel slightly braver to continue as Craig's eyes widened immensely. "We talked about it and things got really intense and we ended up tearing at each others faces." Craig stares at me in what I can only guess is shock as he tries to work his way through all of this. Unfortunately, this is just the tip of the iceberg.
"Since when?" Craig asks for the second time today and I suddenly feel like a huge douche for keeping him out of the loop of things along with everyone else. There's plenty of things people don't know. Craig's grip on me finally loosens and I reach my hand up to brush his cheek lightly, hoping to break him out of his stunned state.
"The summer before ninth grade."
"But you've fucked mostly girls Kyle."
"I like both," I say simply because it's true. Sexuality is so fluid.
"Wow, I mean...wow. I never even thought that there was a possibility that you liked guys."
"Surprise," I say and Craig just looks at me with permanent shock.
"But now that I know it makes a lot of fucking sense."
"What?"
"You and Stan were always ditching us to go work on some project you said you were working on in Randy's shed. You guys called it operation-"
"Woodwork," I laugh at Craig's face as realization kicks in. To this day I couldn't believe that actually worked and oh, is it rewarding.
"You dirty fuckers," He says, but a smirk quirks his lips as the tension between us evaporates.
"Like you have room to talk, I've literally seen a guy suck you off."
"Well, weren't you the curious fucker. Still interested?"
"Seeing someone get you off? Maybe," I agree completely serious.
"Who was it?"
"Jerry Erwin, with the pink and blue hair."
"Ooh, yeah I liked him. So did you and Stan-"
"Fuck on your bed? No, I honestly wanted to but a phone call sort of interrupted that."
"Sorry," Craig says not looking in the least apologetic. "So what are you two now?"
"We're together," I say, not really knowing if that's true or not...considering my circumstances, but the thought of Stan with someone else does not sit well with me. "And no one knows so you can deem yourself special."
"Of course I am," Craig scoffs before continuing. "So have you guys had sex?"
Craig leans on the wall beside me and it's odd how comfortable it is to talk to him about this and I'm clearly more than interested in this new side of our friendship. "Yeah, for weeks now."
"How is it?"
"It's honestly...amazing. Euphoric," I shiver at the memory of the night before.
"I always imagined sex with Stan would be awesome," Craig sighs wistfully.
"Been a while?" I ask teasingly.
"A long while. Well, for me. It's not that I don't want it I just haven't been able to really feel anything."
"It could be that you have created a mental block in your head and it causes sex to be unpleasurable for you. Your mental block is most likely caused by stress, rampant thoughts or memories."
"Even the dirtiest things that used to turn me on in bed don't work."
"Like what?" I ask curiously.
"Well, I have a whole journal of these things. I could let you borrow it sometime." And here I thought Kenny was the perverted one. Nah, he still is. I nod at Craig's offer and the bell rings signaling the end of homeroom. I stuff my lighter back in my jacket and we both make our way inside the school as a few students barrel outside.
"Hey," Craig whispers as he catches my forearm. His grey-blue eyes looking at me softly, "I'm happy for you, just... be careful."
"Yeah," I agree, my heart plummeting to my stomach as we walk to class. "Of course."
"Shut your pie hole Trev," Clyde says and the entire locker room erupts into laughter and howls.
"No seriously," Trevor persists, "It's gotta be, if the Earth was round then how come everything stands straight, everything would be curved. No, there is no way."
"There's no way that you're this thick-headed. The Earth is not flat."
"Who told you that anyway?" I ask as I lace my cleats up.
"Someone downtown told me."
"This 'someone' didn't happen to carry a shotgun in his large gas guzzler while wearing a large army hat and vest?"
"Yeah, you know 'em?"
Me, Clyde and a few other guys near us trade knowing looks before saying, "Jimbo."
"He sounded so smart though."
"Yeah, I wouldn't take the shit he told you about the Earth too literal."
I push my helmet under my arm just in time for Coach's routine bang on the door. I salute everyone before leaving out of the locker rooms and outside towards the track. I wait on the guys to shuffle out before we all do our stretches and warm ups.
Afterwards I pop my ear buds in before starting on our usual twenty laps. I give a short wave as I pass Coach and he nods before yelling at a couple guys to pick up their speeds. I pick up my speed as I let myself get lost in the music, The Face by Kings of Leon pushing me to go harder.
I feel someone match my pace and notice Clyde beside me as I finish my nineteenth lap. I pull one earbud out before Clyde speaks, "What do you think Coach wants to talk us about?" I pause, Coach did say he had something to talk to the team about before we went in to change for practice. "Maybe our next game against the Preston Wildcats, you know he hates the head coach over there."
"Probably, but they're not as bad as Archers," Clyde states and I chuckle at the thought Pears' face the last time we played against them. I'm looking forward to smoking him in my next swimming meet. We both quickly finish our last lap and Clyde sighs out loudly as we retrieve our water bottles by the bleachers.
"Hey Clyde, Stan!" The cheerleaders greet as they start they're stretches. I wave, my lips curving into a smile, taking another sip of my water as a few girls fan themselves dramatically before bursting in giggles.
"Hey ladies," Clyde greets smoothly (not), the girls fawn over it though as he continues to flirt with the cheerleaders. "You guys look amazing, very flexible," More laughter erupts at that.
"Bye Clyde," Bebe says nonchalantly as she stands up next to Wendy who is too focused on leading their fellow cheerleaders and gives him a hard pat on his back causing him to double over with a cough.
"Just complimenting you all."
"Yeah, yeah, bye. Or would you rather Coach Candice lead you away?" Clyde freezes at that as he notices a fairly short woman with golden brown skin, curly navy and silver ombre hair who similar to Coach Mick looks to be in their late twenties. She's dressed in a dark blue tracksuit with the words Coach adorned in silver glitter on the back, white shoes, and her signature black hat, drenched completely in red glitter that spells out the word Queen in cursive.
It's not that Coach Candice isn't nice, she's a super nice and caring person and unbelievably funny, seeing as along with Coach Mick she always spoils all clubs and teams with various treats and gifts. The only thing is that she's a big perfectionist.
"I hope you icky boys aren't bothering my princesses," Coach Candice says in lieu of greeting as she approaches her cheer team.
Before we can answer someone interrupts behind us,"Of course not. In fact they were just about to leave," Coach Mick says and quickly we place our blue water bottles on the bleachers, following coach.
"Hey, Donovan!" Coach Candice calls and Clyde turns around, walking backwards.
"Yeah?"
"You forgot your tongue," She says and the girls erupt in loud laugh, Coach snorts and I pat Clyde on the back, holding back laughter.
"That doesn't even make sense!" Clyde shouts back in reply.
"To you!"
Clyde actually chuckles at that before turning back around as we reach our teammates forming a half circle. Clyde and I squeeze in as Coach stands in front of us beside surprisingly Kyle.
We make eye contact for no longer than a moment, but it's enough to make me bite my lip at the sight of Kyle's signature cocky grin. Our linebacker Alec elbows me and I decide to listen in to what Coach is actually saying.
"-Kyle here took it upon himself to ask for extra training and I agreed not only to let him practice with our football team, but to assist me when needed."
"When is this effective?" I ask and all eyes flicker quickly to me and back to Coach.
"Today," Coach says. "Right now actually, seeing as I have an emergency meeting in a twenty minutes. So Kyle is going to continue practice for the duration of today." Everyone hums and nods in acknowledgment albeit skeptically before Coach hands Kyle his clipboard and departs.
"Okay, seeing as you all have completed your pre-warm ups and stretches we're going to start training with completing forty laps around the track.
We all make noises of complaints and someone even speaks up with annoyance, "But we've already ran twenty laps today. Coach doesn't usually-"
"Let's be clear," Kyle starts and he actually sounds a bit intimidating, "I am not Coach Mick. Now, you will run forty laps and I will ensure that you all receive proper training during Coach's absence.
With that being said we all begin our laps without another word. Around my thirtieth lap I really feel as if I can't run anymore so with a long drawn out breath I slow my pace to a light jog, letting a few guys pass me.
"Marsh!" Kyle calls and I slow down to a walk as I approach him.
"Yeah?" I ask trying not to let my voice waver from exhaustion and just from the effect Kyle has on me.
"You are slowing down, I need you to pick up your pace," Kyle states, eyes glued to his clipboard.
I roll my eyes, "C'mon, dude you're literally making us run like fifteen miles." I continue to look at Kyle but he's too busy not looking at me. The only assurance that he even heard me is the way he raises his eyebrows over his dark aviators. "We are exhausted. I think it'll be better if we move on to something else."
"I don't think so. We will move on when I say so." Kyle says briefly looking at me with an expression that suggests that my request was plain crappy.
Rolling my shoulders I mumble in clear irritation, "Whatever you say your fuckin' highness."
"That's an extra twenty laps. Be sure to let everyone else know." I growl at that before taking off in high speed just to get away from Kyle.
(*)
"Well, that took longer than expected. I see that most of you guys need to improve on your speed." No one says anything, too busy dousing ourselves in water despite the already freezing temperature outside.
If I wasn't so irate I could laugh at the way Clyde is completely laid out on his back on the track. "We are going to work on some drills," Kyle says looking down at his clipboard. "I'm going to split everyone in four groups so when I give you your number I want you to go to your designated station."
Kyle begins to count off each person and they stand and quickly bound over to their drill station. Kyle gives me the number two and I take my time walking over to my station next to a few other guys.
When everyone is finally counted off and are at their places Kyle speaks, "We are going to work in timed circuits to make sure every person gets a turn at each station." Every nods there compliance and
he proceeds to give us an example of each drill, starting with the zone chute start.
As I watch Kyle go through each drill I wouldn't be surprised if Kyle actually researched football drills and practiced them out before showing us, he's a dedicated perfectionist in everything that he does so why would this be any different.
I shift my weight onto my other foot in hopes of alleviating the stirring in my stomach at the way Kyle's fit body moves. It'll be a bad, bad, bad idea if I somehow popped a boner in the middle of practice, I'm relieved when Kyle finally finishes and lets us begin our drill circuit.
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I feel like my legs are literally gonna fall off. Kyle was so freaking hard on us, I can't even believe he pushed us this hard. Fifteen miles may not be a lot to him seeing as he is a fast fucking runner, but my poor fucking legs can't take anymore.
I'm the fastest on the football team, being captain and all, and I could usually give Kyle a run for his money, but my new extracurricular activities have left me more exhausted than usual. God-
"Fuck, fuckin', fuck!" Kyle swears in my ear.
Speaking of my new 'extracurricular' activities my legs are on fire, but I don't dare tell Kyle to stop as he thrusts inside me from behind harder, and rougher.
"Kyle, Kyle, babe," I chant, my voice a bit hoarse from overuse. "Please." Kyle doesn't answer and I fruitlessly try to meet each and every brutal thrust. My sobs only increase as Kyle buries my head in my comforter, my body being pushed further and further up the bed.
I push my head to the side to get a glimpse of the way Kyle drills me into and I feel like I'm going spill as I remember the tight straps around my ankles holding both of them apart. "C-can't believe y-you took these," I stutter out, but it comes out more like a high pitched whine.
"He won't miss them. No one will even know they're gone," Kyle replies and gives a tight pull to the kbands used for the triangle drill Kyle had us do during practice.
This all started after our last circuit when I decided to take a quick break to chat with a few of my teammates only for Kyle to tell us off for slacking. And of course having had enough of Kyle being such a bossy bitch I refused which led to us getting to an all out dispute which ended in me being told to cool the fuck off by Trav.
...
I listened to Trav and as soon as practice ends and we all retreat back into the locker room to change. I decide to sit on one of the benches lining the brick walls in the locker room while listening to my music on full blast, nodding and waving in goodbye as my teammates clear out. When there are just a couple guys: Paul and Devin packing up to go I say goodbye to both as I grab my necessary supplies before heading to the showers.
A couple minutes into my shower I hear the metal door to the locker room open, but I brush it off as someone having forgot something. I continue to wash and just stand there, letting the water beat down on me. And nearly jumping right out of my skin at the feel of arms wrapping around my waist. I quickly whirl around in shock before relaxing at Kyle's smile.
He kisses my neck before letting me go and reaching in front of me to steal some of my body wash. To my disappoint nothing else occurs other than Kyle's body occasionally touching mine as he washes behind me. When we're finally finished and as I reach to turn the water off Kyle's hand covers mine, halting my movements.
I remove my hand and he follows and instead lets his hands travel down my toned stomach, fingernails scratching lightly.
"You're so fit," he comments.
"I'm so tired," I say, but push into his touch anyway.
"Good, that was my initial goal."
"You asshole. Is it not enough to have tired me out in other ways?"
"Nope. I like seeing you like this during practice, sweaty and god watching the way your ass jiggled as you ran those laps today…"
"Stahp it," I say jokingly.
"And how fired up you got earlier, it got me so fucking hard. Did you know that?"
"No," I say and Kyle hugs me close to his body and I'm able to feel how hard he is against me.
"Can you feel it now? How gone I am for you?"
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Me?" Kyle laughs. "I want-"
"What do you want?" I interrupt, locking my fingers with his.
"Fuck me."
"Are you asking me?"
"Just do it already," Kyle says kissing me sloppily in the crook of my neck causing a shiver to run down my spine. He laughs and the vibrations go straight to my cock.
Turning all the way around to face Kyle I notice a small bottle of lube on beside us on the divider and smirk. Kyle is one kinky fucker, I bet he planned this whole thing out. I grab the bottle and trade places with Kyle and he pushes his hands against the wall, and looks over his shoulder at me as I kneel to the tile floor.
Pouring the lube onto my fingers liberally I push one inside of Kyle's tight heat, pumping steadily to loosen him up. I continue and after a minute of Kyle adjusting to my finger I add a second one and begin to scissor them together, my other hand placed onto the arch of Kyle's back.
I twist my fingers and begin to thrust harder inside of Kyle who finally moans out with a gasp. With a grin I decide to take no mercy in attempt to hear that amazing sound once again. I thrust my fingers faster and use my thumb to tease his rim and Kyle cries out again, moan after moan spilling from his plump lips. I look up and notice Kyle's face buried against the wall as water (I'm pretty sure has turned cold by now) showers down on his frame.
I twist my fingers and finally shove my thumb inside watching the way Kyle arches his back with a loud moan before pulling away, trailing kisses up his back as I stand. And realization hits.
"I don't have a condom."
"Just do it," Kyle whines needily. "I'm clean." Without further restraint I lube myself up before guiding myself towards Kyle's clenching pink hole and rubbing against him.
"Ugh, stop teasing," Kyle groans, but there's laughter hidden behind it.
"Don't tell me what to do," I whisper before pushing in roughly. Kyle moans out loudly and I grip his hips in my palms to keep him still.
"It's been too long. Too fucking long since I've had you inside."
"Yeah, how does it feel?" I ask as I pull myself until only my tip is inside before thrusting back in harshly, Kyle shaking underneath me from the force of it.
"Amazing," Kyle sighs out.
I continue my brutal pace on Kyle watching him let go against me. I feel Kyle tighten unbearably around me, signaling that he's close so in response I slow my thrusts and focus more on the force of each one as I take Kyle into my hands and begin to get him off. Kyle practically keens as he meets my thrust.
Just as I feel that Kyle is about to release I remove my hand from around him, taking to wrapping my arm around his neck, pushing myself deep inside of him as his body molds against mine. Wanting him to feel every inch of me. As Kyle releases I revel in the tightness around me as I release deeply within him.
As we fall from our highs the only sound that registers in my ears is the sound of our breathing and my heartbeat as I feel my own release spill from Kyle's clenching hole. I pull out and Kyle tries to steady himself as he grabs the divider with one hand and holds his hand against the wall with the other.
"Fuck," Is all Kyle says as I grab my soap, pouring some in my hand to clean Kyle out after the last of my come spills out only to be washed away down the drain. Kyle tenses and I rub circles on his back to get him to relax as I clean his gaping hole. When I'm done I clean myself before grabbing my shower supplies and getting out Kyle shutting the water off and following behind me.
"I really hope the janitor didn't happen to walk in during our whole fiasco," I say to which Kyle just laughs before going over to where he placed his bag and bringing it next to mine as we change into clean clothes. After we're dressed and I've placed my stuff into my duffle to take home do I notice a black band hanging out of Kyle's bag.
At my curious look Kyle just gives me an innocent smile before stuffing the straps out of my view before leading us out of the locker room. Kyle spins a set of keys around his fingers that I assume belong to Coach Mick's office as we walk to the student parking lot.
"Wait," I say suddenly as Kyle stands next to my open door in preparation to close it, "What about the other teams that you're on?" I expect Kyle to look at me as if I've grown four heads at my outburst, but he doesn't, he just smiles before answering.
"I have those too, I just felt like I needed the extra practice plus Coach didn't mind me wanting helping out until Coach Andrew gets back. I nod, our assistant coach who is a twenty something guy straight out of college who we consider one of the guys is still out of town for his mother's third wedding.
"Well, I'll see you," I say and Kyle hesitates before deciding to kiss me softly on my lips. He pulls away before whispering something I just couldn't decline despite feeling the pain from practice seeping into my body.
...
I sigh pleasantly as Kyle finally releases my ankles from their binds and rub his smooth fingers against each one. When I'm sure that the soreness has subsided I let Kyle mush our lips together as we fall on top of each other on my bed.
We stay like that for a moment just kissing before Kyle states that sitting in our filth has become beyond unbearable at this point and sits up. I laugh at this, watching Kyle slip on a pair of black joggers phone in hand as he goes to my bathroom.
Sitting my phone on the granite counter top I stare at my wild reflection after another round of amazing sex with Stan. I can't believe I let him take me earlier. I was so caught up and the urge to have him inside me was so strong.
I hadn't felt this way in years...and the way he felt inside of me. I touch my stomach as I allow myself to remember the ache I felt years ago.
I remember staying up for nights on end wishing I had him inside me only to remember that everything was ruined. Or the times I thought it was all a dream and that Stan would come over to my house and I'll have him by my side again. Where he belongs. But it wasn't and it took Cartman every single time to remind me that it was real and Stan didn't want to see my fucking face.
I stop my thoughts right there, not wanting to get too carried away, needing to put the wall I built all those years ago to keep me from nearing a complete mental breakdown. I open the large clean mirror and reach in to get my toothbrush and as I'm brushing my teeth I find myself halting as I spot the half full pill bottle again.
I open the bottle and what I first thought was just a bottle of pills turn out to be much more as I remove a tiny note within. I could do it. I could finally do what I always said I would, what I planned to do. I have the power to ruin him, once and for all. All I have to do is pick up my phone and snap a few pics of the bottle and send it to a few people who I know won't rat me out. I can and I do.
But even as my finger hovers over the send button I can't bring myself to actually do it. Something's stopping me whether it's the memory of who Stan used to be or the fact that despite everything he still is that guy. My super best friend. I delete the message and slam my phone on the counter, replacing the tiny note inside of the bottle and placing it gently back in its spot before continuing to brush my teeth.
Walking back out of the bathroom I spot Stan seated on the bed flickering through his phone dressed in a pair of his navy joggers and a white v-neck, playing Déjà vu by Twenty88 from his speakers. He smiles when he notices me before holding up my boxer shorts on one finger.
"Why are you spinning my boxers around your finger?" I ask this stupid weirdo.
"Don't you mean my boxers?" I freeze.
"What?"
"Don't clam up now Kyle. You know, when you and your cronies raided my gym locker two years ago I didn't think you'd keep my underwear." For the first time in a long time I actually feel embarrassed as Stan burst into laughter as he tosses his (my) underwear across the room before I tackle him onto his back.
"Shut up Stan," I say begrudgingly as I login to my Instagram.
Stan kisses my cheek wetly and I groan in mock-disgust, "It's okay Ky, I won't judge you. I didn't realize you missed me that much." I don't say anything to that. If only he knew…
Instead I stand up and motion for Stan to follow and pose for a picture. With a surprised smile Stan agrees and I stand behind him as he poses and right before snapping the picture I pull Stan's shirt up showing his lean body and abs, suppressing the urge to run my fingers along the tattoo on his ribs with word Strength wrapped around a intricate feather.
Stan just smirks before taking a inconspicuous pic of me. This will change everything, but with one sincere look of approval from Stan we both post our picture to Instagram. I post mine with words: Guess who? Along with the side eye emoji before chucking my phone onto the bed as it begins to erupt with notifications. Stan looks down at his phone before laying it down as well.
And as we relax on his bed with company of Sparky and Rover while watching TV I can't help, but wish that I wasn't such a coward. Even as I look at Stan I remember the pain that he caused me and it still admittedly hurts even after all these years. I wonder if it'll ever go away...maybe not.
"You can't be serious? You've really met Caitlyn Jenner before?"
"Met? Please we still meet up for tea every Wednesday and Sunday." Blake laughs loudly at this and I smile as dimples make their appearance in his cheeks.
Blake hugs me closer to him as we sit on my sofa watching the Walking Dead and I know I'm going to be pissed later that I missed a lot from lack of attention, but as of right now I couldn't really give a shit.
It's been more than a month since our 'date' and things have only gotten better between us. There's a comfortableness I feel around Blake I can't decipher when I'm around him and it urges me to keep him by my side.
Arousal stirs in my stomach as Blake nudges my ear with his nose before littering kisses down my neck. We've been intimate and any doubts that I've had before that he was straight completely vanished from my mind the moment he took me into his mouth.
Gosh, the memory of us together does nothing to stop me from leaning closer into his touch and kisses. Gratefully a loud shrill sounds from the kitchen and I stand up with a grin.
"That should be our honey garlic salmon. I'll be back."
"Don't take too long," Blake replies, toying with my fingers before letting me go.
"I won't, but until then don't you dare touch," I say, referring to the large bulge in his pants.
I saunter off to the kitchen, knowing that Blake's eyes are trained directly on my ass and remove our dinner from the oven, loving the delicious smell that encases the room. It looks fantastic and I'm super impressed by the way it turned out. In the past I couldn't even boil a pot of water and now I'm making dinner for me and my boyfriend.
How far I have come or as my students say 'I've glowed up'. I slide a couple of salmons onto two plates and even garnish it with a few corkscrew shrimp and parsley. Grabbing both plates in hand I head down the hall back toward the living room.
"Dinner is ready-" I stop in my tracks as I notice Blake standing in the middle of the room, TV and his favorite wine forgotten as he chats on the phone.
"-That is not what I'm saying at all," He says, his voice laced with irritation and I raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "What I'm saying is that I need more time. Look," Blake begins to pace and I quickly hide behind the living room's archway completely out of sight. As a moment passes I dare to look and listen in to what he is saying.
"I know we had a deal...just I have to go now. Alright, give our fellow brothers my respect. Bye Randy."
My eyebrows are practically connected to my hairline at this point. Randy? Who the fuck is Randy? The only Randy I know is that forsaken PC asshole father of the Marsh family.
Blake ends his call with 'Randy' and I clear my throat as I walk into the room with the biggest smile. He smiles back, "This food looks splendid Herbie."
"Well, I did make it."
"Indeed you did. Seems as if everything you touch is perfect."
"No, not everything. But I try," I say handing Blake his plate and sitting down on the sofa. Blake follows and we eat in silence with Blake occasionally complementing me on my cooking skills or asking me about the walking dead characters.
Although, my mind is still swirling, debating on whether or not I should ask Blake about Randy, or should keep quiet. As I take a sip of my glass filled with sweet red wine I decide to keep this little tid bit of info to myself bidding for the right time.