24 comments/ 29591 views/ 47 favorites Kyle and Will By: Bellad19 This is my first submission folks. I've been sitting on this for the better part of the year and I will never know if my other stories are worth anything if I don't get feedback. All I ask is that you be kind. ***** Kyle was my best friend. He lived next door and our whole lives until HS graduation we were inseparable. We got into all kinds of trouble together nothing serious, but I think we managed between us, to age our parents quicker than they would have on their own. Kyle was a skinny, dirty blond, green eyed kid who in the ninth grade shot up to 6ft, in what seemed like overnight. He grew muscles that popped every where and developed a charm which became my undoing. Girls all of a sudden took notice and Kyle did not disappoint. He was never without a girl, but never kept one for too long. I was no slouch in the looks department either. I had always been tall at 6'1", Kyle just caught up. Where he was fair skinned, I was darker and had brown wavy hair and blue eyes. I was slim, my muscles developed naturally through sports. I have no doubt that if I stopped playing sports or working out I would become a limp lanky pole. Where Kyle and I differed was very obvious to me, but to everyone else at school and especially Kyle I was the typical skirt loving jock. I knew from a very early age I was different. When we were ten, Kyle jumped naked into his pool. The image of his pale ass outlined against his tan body, and the glimpse of his dangling penis haunted me for weeks. I would go to sleep thinking about it and pulling at my own dick till I was sore. I finally broke down and told my older brother who laid it out plainly for me. Needless to say I was even more confused and even a bit disgusted. Somewhere deep down I knew he was right. I was gay. It took me another year to finally come to terms with it and come out to my dad. By then I was totally head over heels crushing on my best friend. Every girl he obsessed about drove a stake in my heart. I played the part of supporting best friend, secretly happy when they broke up for one reason or another. The questions about my non interest in dating girls were stunted because I joined every club that would not interfere with my sports schedule. That kept me pretty busy and no time to date. Of course I had the occasional girl for date night, or school dances, but they always knew it would go nowhere. High school girls were mostly just happy to be seen with the popular jocks. I was tormented though, keeping whom I was from Kyle, watching him kiss a girl, hold hands or dance. I wanted it to be me so badly. This continued through our final year of high school. I played it straight as they say, not willing to risk my friendship with Kyle. That bond we had only grew. There was almost nothing we didn't tell each other. I knew that no matter what, we would always be in each other's lives. The one thing I dreaded hearing about never happened. In spite of the long list of girls, he was still a virgin. I don't know what I interpreted that to mean, but it led me to do the one thing that I thought I would never have the courage to do. After graduation, two days before I left for my study year abroad, Kyle and I spent the day in my bedroom battling zombies on the Wii. It was typical. We were both shirtless, elbows and knees jamming each other as we jerked about maneuvering the controllers. The obscure touches were driving me mad and inevitably round one went to him. I threw my controller on the floor and lay back on my bed. Kyle followed suit. He turned his head to stare at me and we lay like that for a minute before he broke the spell. "So, are you scared? I mean a whole year away." "Nah." I answered. "Well maybe just a little. But I am excited too." He rolled his head away and stared up at the ceiling "I'm going to miss you." He sounded sad, but he punched me in the arm and sat up on the bed. "You have to promise to tell me what the chicks are like over there." I closed my eyes, determined to tell him once and for all. "I don't think so Kyle." I sat up sitting like he was, facing each other. "What do you mean? You have to dude! It's only fair." "Because," I started slowly, my heart hammering in chest. "I am gay." There I said it. I looked at my friend slowly taking in what I said to him. "Will? Did.. did you just come out to me?" Kyle looked incredulous. I tried to negotiate the cotton in my mouth. "Y-Yeah I did." He stared at me for so long I thought I would disappear. I wrapped my hands around my chest and looked away. I was beginning to think I had made a mistake in telling him when I felt his hand on my shoulder. I looked around at him unable to stop the tears from coming. "It's okay Will. I mean I'm just surprised that's all." His hand tightened on my shoulder. "Do Kevin and your Dad know?" I nodded. "I told them a while ago. I've known for a long time." "And you're just getting around to telling me?" Kyle leapt off the bed and I quickly followed. "I thought we told each other everything Will?" "I would have told you Kyle, but I didn't want it to ruin our friendship and I thought that telling you was the one thing that would. You are my best friend I couldn't lose you." "You should have trusted me Will. We will always be friends nothing you say will take that away. I thought you knew that." Kyle sat dejectedly on the bed again, and stared off into space. I knelt in front of him hands on his knees. "I'm sorry, I guess I was scared. You're not mad?" Kyle shook his head no. Feeling emboldened I went full throttle. "Since I'm confessing I might as well tell you all of it." "There's more?" "I love you Kyle." "I know stupid, I love you too. Wait.." He looked at me realization dawning in his beautiful eyes. "You mean.." "Yes, I am in love with you. It has always been you." He just sat there looking down at me. He didn't push me away or hit me, so I did what any hot blooded, hormonal, boy in love with his best friend would do. I rose up on my knees and I kissed him. I let my lips know what his felt like, and I wrapped my arms around him crushing him desperately to me. Nothing happened and then ever so slightly, I felt his lips move. Sweet fuck. My brain went on overload. I moved my mouth over his in what I thought was encouragement. Kyle was kissing me back and I had no fucking idea what the hell I was doing. It occurred to me that it was too easy but I quickly moved on from that. My experience was limited and the few gay porn movies I had seen were not in preparation for this. I decided to just go with it. His skin felt hot beneath mine and with him rubbing my back just made it hotter. I pushed him back on the bed slowly, scared that he would cry foul any minute. I straddled him, bending over to kiss his neck and shoulders. I ran my hands over his chest and followed them with my lips, twirling my tongue around the splattering of hair surrounding his nipples. When I got to his belly button I slowed suddenly unsure of what came next. I looked back up at Kyle. His eyes were closed and his face flushed. I reached up my hand and caressed his face. "Can I touch you?" His eyes sprang open. I saw confusion, heat and desire. "You are touching me." He rasped. "Can I touch you here?" I drew up my hand against his hard cock, outlined against his shorts. He hissed his reaction to my touch and nodded. I kissed him softly, and then watched the expressions go to war over his face as I slipped my hand into his shorts to touch him. I pulled his pants over his ass and set his dick free. I had seen Kyle naked before. Our dicks were about the same size, about seven inches cut in length but this was different. Seeing him like this set something off in me. I was thicker, but Kyle's dick was heavily veined and its head right now was a dark, almost purple color and shiny. I did not plan it, but I found myself kissing his tip and licking the pre-cum from the slit. Kyle hips rose up to my face and I hesitantly, but confidently took my first cock in my mouth. Kyle tasted like everything I ever imagined and nothing I ever knew. I licked him, saturating his dick with my saliva and working him from base to tip. If it was even possible I felt his dick grow in my mouth. I was hesitant and awkward, but whatever I was doing seemed to be working for Kyle. I cupped his balls and picked up the pace, my head bobbing up and down his shaft. I kept up the slow pace, just savoring the taste of his dick in my mouth. My nose nuzzled his pubes at times and I let my teeth gently graze his shaft. His soft noises and alternate grunts punctuated with 'oh yeahs' let me know that he was enjoying this as much as I was enjoying giving it. "Will, oh fuck, I'm going to come." I felt him stiffen in my mouth and brought my lips to his swollen head and sucked and licked for all I was worth. "Fuck, fuck, yeah, oh fuck I'm coming Will, fuuuuuccck, Unghhhhhh." Kyle exploded. I mean exploded thick ropes of cum most of which landed on my chest, but I took a hit to my chin and cheeks. I shoved my pants and boxers off of me and joined Kyle on the bed. Before we could let any uneasy feelings of what happened overtake us, I kissed him again hard this time. He joined in exploring my mouth with abandon. Not seeming to mind the taste of him in my mouth. Not even realizing it, I was rubbing my erection against his leg. He broke the kiss to stare at me, before nervously bringing his hands down to my cock. The feel of his fingers grazing my balls almost sent me over the edge. "Kyle, you don't.." "Shut up Will. Shut up." Kyle used the liquid seeping out of my dick to coat its length and pumped and squeezed my dick. My hips moved in tandem with his rhythm. At that rate I knew I would not last long. Kyle stifled my moans with his mouth as I furiously pumped my dick into his fist. I felt the warmth spill over. My body shuddered and shook as I came. Kyle held me until my body stopped moving.. I was reveling in his tender embrace and I never thought to wonder why it was so easy for Kyle to reciprocate my feelings I felt when he shifted from beside me, kissing my neck, but I kept my face pressed into the bed. When it got too quiet I rolled over and looked for him. He was frantically trying to find his shirt having already put his shorts back on. Confused I called his name. "Kyle?" he froze. "Kyle, look at me. Please." I pleaded. He did, and then I wished that he didn't. I was feeling loved and intoxicated in the moment. Looking at Kyle I saw regret and fear. "It would have been so different if you had told me before now Will." He sounded far away. "Kyle. I ..." He abandoned the search for his shirt, tore open the door and disappeared down the hall. I listened to his footsteps running. My body jerked to the slam of the front door. Kyle and Will Ch. 02 Thank you for all your kind comments and emails. It has been very encouraging and as with each installation I will welcome your critique. Everyone's coming out story is different. I hope I did not trivialize or undermine a very difficult process. This is told from Kyle's POV. ***** Kyle did not stop running until he was safely in his room. He threw himself into his bed face first and screamed into his pillow. Those screams soon gave way to wracking sobs that tore through his body. William loved him, they had just had sex. Amazing sex. His best friend had just sucked him off and he had come in his mouth. Just the thought of Will's lips on his cock had Kyle plumping up again. He had to get a hold of himself. He had to think. Fresh out of the shower Kyle was feeling like he could work out in his head what had happened between him and Will. Maybe he should call Will and explain why he took off. That thought filled him with dread and he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. There was no doubt in Kyle's mind that he was gay. He was totally aware of it by his first year of high school, which made gym class a blessing and a curse at the same time. Being gay was not the problem. Being out was. There were only three people that mattered if he ever dared to come out. William being one of them, and his parents. The latter caused him the greatest anxiety. Towards the end of his high school freshman year, he had found himself growing increasingly attracted to his best friend. It was a bit problematic as they spent most of their free time together and lived across the street from each other. William seemed oblivious and Kyle assumed that telling his friend whom he told everything, would absolutely ruin their friendship There were lots of sleepless nights for Kyle, thinking of his friend in the safety of his darkened room. He had committed to memory every angle of Will's face like the smooth line of his nose, his lips and the length of his eyelashes. He thought of the way Will stuck his tongue out when he was concentrating. The way his ass moved when he walked. Yes. Will's ass was a thing of beauty and even then Kyle had the good sense to appreciate it. Playing video games together always drove Kyle nuts, and it was the hardest times to not make excuses to randomly touch Will. To pretend he was only playfully punching him in the gut, but really all he wanted to do was to feel Will's muscled stomach. He thought back to all the times he felt badly because he was perving on Will so bad and now, two days before Will was due to take a study year away, he finds out that they were no more different from each other. He punched down his pillow as it that would help the situation any. "I dated girls! For fucks sake" he cried out loud. That in itself was to keep himself from being found out and to try to temper his attraction to Will. Kissing girls he had no problem with, but the minute it looked like things would go further he would find a reason to break it off. 'Love 'em and leave 'em Kyle,' his friends called him. If only they knew. The only person Kyle wanted to love was William, and now he knew that Will loved him back. OH GOD! This was not going to be easy. He had to tell his parents. It was time. He couldn't hide anymore. William had handed him a gift in a way. There was no way he could have anything with Will, if he didn't come clean to his parents. Will was brave enough to tell his dad and his brother, and he wished he had been brave enough to tell Kyle too. But then Kyle was guilty of the same secret. He had to do this. This way, there would be nothing between them if Will decided to forgive him for running out. He would face his parents tomorrow. Decision made, Kyle slid into his bed and tried to fall asleep. The images that popped up behind his eyes were not however, conducive to sleep. He kept hearing Will saying that he loved him, and relived the fantastic blowjob. Will's hot lips were on him, wrapped around his cock, and his tongue was doing very, very bad things in the best way. Kyle worked his fingers to the top of his boxers, and played with the fine pubic hairs around his shaft. A moment later he shucked off the boxers, grabbed the bottle of lotion and was back atop the sheets. He poured a liberal amount of lotion in his hand and curled his fingers around his heat. Moaning at the contact, he arched his back in arousal, causing his cock to slide through his palm. "Oh, Christ. Fuck." He groaned. He continued fisting his cock, head pressed deep into the bed, his thoughts only of Will. He used his other hand to tease his nipples into hard peaks, whimpering at their sensitivity to his touch. Imagining Will's hot tongue working over his body, his hand shafted his aching dick and he knew he was not going to last much longer. "Fuuck..." he groaned, clenching his eyes tight, and pistoning harder into his hand. His balls drew up and he sped up his stroking . He came hard, shooting warm goo over his hand and belly, Will's name a sigh on his lips. In the cold light of day the enormity of what he was about to do hit him. He was not going to back out now because now that he knew what he wanted, he was all in. He figured he would tell his parents and deal with the fall out then go to see Will before he left for the airport. My mom was in the sitting room when I finally made it downstairs. She looked up and immediately saw that something was wrong. "Stop lurking Kyle. Come in here." I did, very slowly and sat opposite her. "Um, where's Dad?" I asked nervously rubbing my hands down my thighs. "He went to drop some things off to the Millers." She put her magazine aside and sat up straighter. "Out with it, you're fidgeting so I know something is going on." I stared at her for a moment too long and she snapped. "Kyle, what are you and William up to now? How much is it going to cost me and Dad?" "Nothing Mom, I just was hoping Dad was here too." She looked at me as if to say well he's not. Maybe it would be better if I told her first, sort of ease my way in and then tell Dad. "I have to tell.." I suddenly lost my voice, and had to clear my throat. The impatient tapping of my mother's foot did not go unnoticed. I started again, a bit more determined, but the lead in my belly was heavier. "I have to tell you something Mom, and you are probably not going to like it." I snuck a look at her and rushed on. "I hope you understand, and I promise I'm not saying this to hurt you or Dad, but I.." "For goodness sake Kyle you are scaring me." She interrupted. I felt the bile rise up in my throat the same time I saw Will's face when he said he loved me. "I'm gay." There I said it. I closed my eyes and waited for the axe to fall. "Excuse me? Did you say you were.." She sputtered, unable to get the word out. Her face etched in disbelief about what she just heard. I clarified. "Gay Mom, I'm gay." She leapt out of her chair, her body hurling toward me, that for a second I thought she intended to cause me harm. It made me stand quickly wanting to face her. "Mom?" "Not a word Kyle, not a word." She shrieked at me, her face red with outrage. "That is the most stupid thing you have ever said to me. For starters, you are not a homosexual. You've had girlfriends." As if that rationalized it all. "Not really Mom, if you think about it, and yes Mom, yes I am a homosexual. That's what gay means." She slapped me then and I did not see it coming. I cradled my hot cheek in my hand, shocked that she did. 'MOM!" "I said shut up!" she yelled back at me. Shaking a finger in fury she continued, "How dare you. Do you even know what you're saying? Your father will never know of this you hear me." She paced the floor and stopped in front of me. "You know what our friends will say? Your father will never hear about this, you understand?" "Hear about what?" We both turned to the entrance, where my father was watching us with alarm. 'I could hear your raised voices from outside. What is it that I cannot know?" I looked guilty while my mother looked at me accusingly. My body was suffused in heat and my stomach felt like it was trying to crawl through my mouth. I knew this was going to go from bad to worse. "Your son," My mother spat out before I could say a word, "thinks he's a homosexual." My dad almost looked like he was going to laugh, but the look on our faces relayed the gravity of the situation. "Is this true Kyle?" he pinned me with a glare. "Y- Yes sir, it- it is. The way mom says it, makes it sounds like a bad thing. It's not. I'm no different that who I was yesterday I'm just gay." "Well son, it is not a good thing is it? It seems to me that you were fine yesterday and today you woke up and decided you were gay. Am I right?" "No Dad, I've known I was gay and I just got the nerve up to tell you now, because I was afraid of this very thing." "It's that boy next door, I know it. They spend all that time together and with his mother gone, there is no woman in that house to guide those boys. Now he turned you." I looked at my mom in horror. "William didn't turn me, that is not even possible. If anything he made it possible for me to be able to tell you that I am gay. He loved me enough to tell me how.." I trailed off when I heard the strangled cry of my mother. She clutched her chest and fell into a chair, which had my father rushing over to her side. It was a nightmare. I knew my parents. I knew it was going to be bad coming out to them I was prepared for that. What I did not expect were the hateful, hurtful words that came in the ensuing argument. By the end I was unable to convince either of them to listen to me in any form of rationale. My Dad walked toward me. "If you do this, you do it alone out of this house. You will not make our lives hell or us uncomfortable because you decide you are gay." When he was nose to forehead with me, he finished with, "If you decide to stay, this is nothing that can't be fixed and we will never speak of it again." I turned and ran back to my room. I had no choice, I had to stay. Who would help me? Kyle was going away. I couldn't burden him with this. My head swarmed trying to come up with ways to outsmart my parents, but they had me. I was about to start my first year of college and no real way of supporting myself. I had to stay and follow their rules. One year. If I still felt like this about Kyle, in the next year, I would do everything I could to make it up to him. In the mean time I planned to make the best use of my time, getting to know who I was and becoming more secure in my sexuality in spite of my parents. It was going to be a long year. Kyle and Will Ch. 03 William's POV I had a great year. I threw myself into the experience of an education abroad. I stopped sending e-mails to Kyle after a while, because it hurt too much to keep checking for a reply and getting none. Skype requests also went unanswered. My dad subtly tried to let me know how Kyle was but I changed the subject and eventually he stopped trying. I dated other guys too, and for the most part I was successful, opening myself up to the gay experience. The only caveat was that I never gave myself completely as hand jobs were as far as I would get. Somewhere in the back of my mind no matter who I was with, I still wanted to be with Kyle. Standing back in my room, the memory of what had happened felt like it took place only yesterday. This was the room where I left my heart shattered in pieces. Now one year later, when I thought I had pieced it back together I never imagined that it would still hurt so much. I needed a plan. Kyle and I were neighbors, we were bound to run into each other and we would be starting our sophomore year at the same local college, playing baseball for the same team. I just had to figure out what to say to him. As it happened I did not need to plan too much. My brother Kevin and I were sitting in the diner when Kyle and a couple of our friends walked in. They were laughing and paling around so I had a good look at Kyle before they saw me. "Williaam! My man when the fuck did you get back" I hated the way Justice dragged out my name but I have to say I missed hearing it. "Yesterday." I said, succumbing to the fist pumps and bear hugs. Kyle hung back. "Oh man. It's good to have you back kid." Justice threw his arm around my neck. "Irish is throwing a party tomorrow aand you have got to come man. It promises to be wiild." "Does Irish ever throw a lame party dude?" I laughed and pushed him off me. I looked at Kyle then. "Hey" "Hey." He shuffled his feet. "It's good to see you." "Yeah?" I asked nervously. "Hey Kyle! What you eating man?" We both turned to where Justice and Shane stood at the counter. "I got to go. I'll see you at the party tomorrow." And he walked away. I turned around to my seat not sure what had just happened and even less sure that my legs would hold me up. "You okay?" Kevin asked I shrugged. "I'll meet you outside." I made my way outside and let out a breath that I did not know I was holding. I swallowed in big gulps of air. I felt sick, my stomach lurched and I doubled over the side of the diner and emptied the contents of my stomach into the street. I started when I felt a hand on my back, but it was Kevin. He rubbed my back until there was nothing left to bring up, and held me up all the way to the car. Once we got home I closed myself in my room and the tears came. They were a whole years' worth of heartache and then some. I fell asleep, and when I woke up my dad was sitting at my desk. "Hi Dad." He got up and walked to my bed and pulled me into his arms. "William, are you okay." My Dad never called me William unless he was mad or worried. "I will be." That was all I could promise. "I didn't think it could hurt so much just to see him. I thought," I choked on a sob. "I don't know what I thought, just not this. It's been so long I was sure I could handle it better. " "First love sucks Will, but I promise you it gets better. You won't always feel like this, and there is nothing wrong with crying your heart out when it hurts. I've done my fair share of that. You're not alone son. Promise me you will find your brother or me to talk to when it gets bad." "I promise Dad. But Dad, you married your first love and it was great." "It wasn't always Will. Your mom and I had to fight for our love, fight our parents and then Kevin came. We worked at our marriage and it looked easy because we loved each other and we loved our boys and then she was gone." I looked at my dad and saw his sadness. "I miss mom too dad, every day." "She would tell you the same thing I'm telling you now, only she would know how to say it better." He pulled me in for a hug. "I love you, now clean up and come down for dinner." "I love you too." I felt better, but I definitely needed a plan. The next day found me registering for classes and visiting the baseball athletic director. I would be allowed to practice with the team and Coach made it clear that as good as I was, I would still have to earn my place. Driving back, I recognized Kyle walking up the turn to our houses. He had about a half mile to go. I briefly considered driving past then I thought better of it. No plan is a plan it would seem. I pulled up alongside him and watched as he debated getting in. No one spoke for the first few minutes. "How come you're walking" I asked, trying to be casual. "Dad took my car to drop mom off. Their car is at the shop." That was it until I pulled into my driveway. We both sat there in silence not wanting to be the first to speak, until I again dared. "You never wrote me back" I accused. "I know." His reply was a whisper 'I'm sorry." I slammed my palm on the steering wheel. "That's it. You're sorry. That's all you have to say." He turned to me. "I didn't know what to say Will. I'm sorry I did that to you. I- I." He shrugged his shoulders. "I missed you." I spun around to look at him. "You missed me! You missed me!" I shrieked. "You could have started there. You could have told me that in one little email." I took a breath but I was shaking. "You left Kyle. I opened up to you, we shared something intimate, and you walked out without a word." I put my hand up to stop whatever it was he was about to say. "I emailed you, tried to get you on skype and you ignored me. Now you missed me, and you're sorry. Well, fuck you Kyle. Fuck you!" I opened the car door and sprinted to my house leaving Kyle sitting there. I barely flopped myself on the bed, when I heard my bedroom door open. I didn't have to look to know it was Kyle. The bed sagged when he sat. "Will, I am sorry. I know I hurt you and there is no excuse. Just hear me out please" He paused but I said nothing. "Did you ever stop to think why I so willingly let that happen between us? Why I didn't stop or push you away?" He looked at me for effect, and while I realized that I never gave it a thought, I still said nothing. Kyle sighed and continued. "I thought I had it all worked out. Grow up, get married, house, kids. That was the plan. I thought the attraction I had for boys was wrong. I pushed them so far away and I was successful too and I dated girls. Even when it didn't feel right I dated girls. I thought I would out grow the feelings that always seemed to pull at me. Feelings I had for my best friend that I was sure he would never feel for me." He took a deep breath. "I ran away not because of you telling me you were gay because I knew I was too. But because in that moment after you sucked me off and the hand job, it was real. I couldn't hide anymore. Then when you told me you loved me, I wanted to tell you too. I wanted to tell you how long I had wanted you, and that moment was a dream come true for me." Kyle put his hand on my shoulder and I let him turn me around to face him. "When you wanted to be with me in that way I was beyond excited, I had dreamt about it even when I didn't want to, and when it was over...Will, I was happy, shocked, and confused. I was scared of what it meant so I ran, I panicked. By the time I figured it out, I wasn't really mad at you for keeping the same secret. I told my parents so we wouldn't have to hide. I didn't want to hide anymore. But it got really bad telling them Really bad Will. Then you were gone." I looked into his eyes and saw the hidden pain there. I ran a hand through his hair and down the side of his cheek. He held my hand there. "I'm not sorry about what happened, Will. I acted stupidly. I should have told you that I loved you too and that I was also gay. When I told my parents, we could have been scared together. You made me feel amazing and I messed that all up." Kyle held my face in his hands. "Even though I don't deserve it Will, can you forgive me?" I looked at the boy I had loved my entire life and damn it he was cute.. He was here now, saying everything I wanted to hear. "Kyle." I whispered, bringing my face closer to his. I savored the hopeful loving look in his eyes and then kissed him. We kissed with all the passion and longing we could muster, trying to make up for lost time. Kyle and Will Ch. 04 Very short chapter but the next one is submitted already. We drove to the party later that night. I was busy catching up with all of our friends, but I was acutely aware of Kyle in the room. We were both trying to act normal, like nothing had happened earlier. But every time I lifted my eyes I would catch his gaze. He would look away, but not before I caught the reflection of my feelings in his eyes. It was going to be a long night. Then I had another more serious thought. We were not out to our friends, at least I wasn't, and I did not want this to be the way it happened. I broke off the conversation I was having and sidled up to Kyle. "You wanna get out of here?" He raised his eyebrow. "Kyle the way you keep looking at me, I think we would be better off at home." Kyle gave me a knowing smirk. "That obvious huh?" But he nodded, and we made our way out stopping to say bye to Justice, Irish, and Shane. "Noo, c'mon, already?" That was Justice, who looked over at Kyle and then back at me. "Oh, you mean." He looked at Kyle again who nodded at him this time. "Ohhh, that's how it is. Have a nice night boys." This he said wiggling his eyebrows and saluting us with a laugh. I was beet red, glad for the cover of night to hide my embarrassment. "They know?" I asked Kyle, already knowing the answer. "They know." We made it to my house, made small talk with my dad, who gave me the 'when did this happen' look. Later still, we settled into my bed fully clothed, and fell into a heavy make out session. "Will?" "Hmmm." I tried to grab his tasty lips again, and started when I felt his hand on my crotch but I moaned in pleasure. "Ummm." I held my head back to give access to my bare neck. He licked, sucked and kissed me. Kyle pushed my shirt up and over my head. My body reacted with little thrusts, every where he placed his lips and hands. We pulled our clothes off in unspoken tandem. The air was thick and prickled with anticipation. I was ready for what was going to happen and Kyle looked at me with certainty. I reached into my desk draw and pulled out the condoms and lube I had there. He took them from me, leaned over and kissed me reassuringly. Never mind that I was sure none of us had done this before, I decided to trust Kyle. I was also distracted by the fact that his naked skin was scorching mine everywhere it made contact. He kissed every bit of my skin, leaving hot scorched trails in his wake. My mind reeled when he laved his tongue down my thighs, deliberately avoiding my panting dick. "Kyle, are we going to do this or are you planning on..." I never finished that sentence as his mouth swallowed me whole and spat me out in one move. "I have wanted to do this for so long Will." He brought himself up to face level, and his eyes pierced into mine. "I want you Will, but I want you to be sure." He ground his hips into mine with a smirk. I nodded eagerly, obligingly let Kyle roll me over onto my stomach. Sighing in acquiesce as he peppered kisses accross my shoulders. I winced, feeling the cold wet lube in between my ass. Kyle was gentle and torturously methodic in his ministrations. Preparing me for his dick, making sure I was comfortable and ready for him. He kissed my back softly before whispering. "Are you ready?" I nodded confidently reminding him to go slowly, He eased in a finger and waited, before slowly moving it around and then adding another. He rolled the condom on and lay down on top of my back kissing me from my neck all the way down my spine sending electric shivers through my body. He bit down into my ass cheeks before he pulled me up onto my knees. Ever so slowly I felt him pushing his way into my hole. I could not help but to suck in a breath as I felt a sharp pinch. His head entered me with a pop. Kyle rubbed my back in slow circles until I let him know I was ready and it was okay to continue. Mother of fuck it burned. I cried out but quickly assured Kyle i was okay. I pushed back allowing more of him to slide into me. Then the burn distanced leaving a most pleasurable sensation. He moved slowly at first and then found a steady slippery rhythm that had me moaning and grinding my ass back against him. Wanting, needing more. It also felt hot and slick and fuuucckk!! What the hell was that? "Kyle, do that again." I panted. I felt him thrust much the same way he did before. "Like that?" "OHMIGODYESRIGHTTHERE." Kyle seemed to understand that he was onto something. He pushed deeper and faster, his balls slapping mine. Each time, his cock connecting with that sweet spot that shot heat into my body which in turn exploded into my belly leaving me wanting and weak and begging for more. I pushed my ass back into Kyle's thighs. "Fuck me, yeah Kyle. Oooh Yeahh." I twisted my head around, and the sight of Kyle with his head thrown back, damp hair pasted to his forehead, sweat trickling down his body and grunting his pleasure was enough to send me over the edge. I moved to grab my dick but found Kyle's hand already there moving up and down my shaft as he shifted in and out my hole. "I'm coming. Coming, Comm....ing." I shuddered as I shot cum onto the sheets beneath me, a minute later Kyle let out a yell and collapsed onto my back pumping into me as he came. We held on to each other until our breathing evened out. Kyle slowly pulled out of me, and I felt empty. We stared at each other running our hands over each other's bodies, stealing chaste kisses. We must have fallen asleep for a while, but when I opened my eyes Kyle was staring into mine. "You feel okay?" Kyle asked. "Yeah, you?" "Better than okay. That was.. great." He said with a shy smile. "Umm, Kyle can I ask you something?" "What? Did I do something wrong? It was too soon wasn't it?" "No." I waved him off. "It's just that.. How did you know what to do?" "Ooh, I just did what I thought would feel good. That, and I ordered some stuff off the computer including a.." He leaned into my ear and whispered. I looked with surprise at my friend and marveled at how much things had changed. I felt good. This felt right. Kyle holding me, us laying in crusty sheets felt right. "We still have to talk." I whispered, drawing his body closer. "I know." He whispered back, looking me in the eye and shifting even closer. I could feel my dick go hard again, and I know he felt it too. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow we talk. Right now we do this." I kissed his lips dragging my teeth across the bottom. "And this." I playfully captured his nipple and rolled it between my teeth then licked and sucked hard. "Will," Kyle groaned. "Christ.. Ummm. That's ahh. That's..." I lifted my head and smiled sweetly at him. "You were saying?" His response was to push my head back down his body. I teased him for a bit before I made my way back up to his lips. Trailing kisses across his face, and sucking on his delectable earlobe, making sure to rub our now hard dicks together. I took pleasure in his moans. "Kyle, I want to be in you." It came out in a rush as I was eager to please him too. I licked around his ear, and sucked his lobe back into my mouth. I felt him draw back slightly. "Are you sure?" Seeing me nod, he grinned. "Then yes. I want that too." He reached up and kissed me then rolled over and offered his ass up to me. I spread open his cheeks and was very liberal with the lube spreading it over and around his hole. I rubbed his anus with my finger, massaging his pucker before I slipped a finger inside, much as he had done to me. "Oh Will, yessss." Kyle hissed I wiggled my finger around, which made Kyle arch his back and push out against my hand. I slipped another finger in and slowly finger fucked his ass. "Fuck! fuck! fuck! God Will that feels good." Not wanting him to have all the fun I turned him on his back with my fingers still in him. "I want to look at you, Kyle. You ready?" "So ready Will, I need you in me now." Kyle sounded desperate and I was eager to give him what he wanted. I removed my fingers and placed my cock at his entrance, sliding into him in one move. I lay still over him making sure that he was not hurt, remembering the slight pain I myself had felt. "God Kyle, you are so fucking tight." I started rocking my hips slowly, savoring the feel of me inside him. "So tight,uhmmm soo good." "Will. Move. I need to feel you move." Kyle begged. So I did, thrusting in and out without abandon. His cries drove my need to please him. In and out I slid into him. He wrapped a leg around me and I drove my dick deeper into him, slamming against him. Feeling every inch of my cock embraced by his passage slick and hot.It felt so good,when his muscles clamped down on me that i knew i could not last long. I felt my nuts tighten and I sank down on his stomach and caught his moan in my mouth. "I love you Kyle." I declared my loved again. His arms tightened around me and I felt the warm stream of his ejaculation spread between us. My body convulsed with the force of my orgasm as I emptied what felt like gallons of cum into him. Still holding me in place, Kyle softly took possession of my lips in a sweet, slow, passionate, tongue swirling, toe curling kiss. "I love you too Will." The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. "Is it okay that this happened Will? No weirdness or anything?" "No Weirdness. That's because it was always going to happen. I believe that no matter how long it took us, we would end up here eventually." We kissed tenderly but with no less passion, before getting up to briefly change the sheets and clean ourselves. "Your dad is going to grill us tomorrow. You know that right." "Yeah, I know." I replied sleepily. "Oh, God!" Kyle groaned. "My parents are going to kill me for sure. They won't accept this." "Hey, mood killer, try not to think about it right at this moment. We will talk to my dad and figure it out okay?" Kyle looked at me, doubt clouding his eyes, but he nodded and lay back. I settled into the crook of Kyle's arm, my head on his chest, hand splayed across his stomach. Both of us taking comfort in the feel of each other. We lay, tangled in the sheets fully sated, unwilling to relinquish just yet the feelings of the past three hours. I relished how amazingly we fit as we fell asleep arms around each other. Tonight we would lie wrapped up in each other, but tomorrow, tomorrow we would talk about how the past year changed us. Tomorrow we would work on building on what we started. Tomorrow we would start over. Kyle and Will Ch. 05 Kyle POV Before my best friend William came out to me then told me that he loved me, I was quite willing to live life as a straight guy. Of course I wasn't, but I was so scared of my own feelings and what my parents would say, that I was prepared to live the lie. That was until William kissed me, and it reawakened all these feelings that I had damped down. That one simple act of realization, made me realize I would much rather be true to myself and experience love than to hide from it forever. Then he went away for a year, without knowing how I felt, leaving me to sort out my feelings and learn to accept who I really was. To say my parents were unhappy with my coming out would be an understatement. They sent me to a psychiatrist, a psychologist, a priest even. They also demanded that I not have anything to do with William. That was the longest year in my life. Then William was back, and we made up for lost time, much to the horror of my parents. Thankfully, William and his family provided much of the support I needed. Everyone knew that my parents never forgave me for being gay. My closest friends and William's family became my own family. My parent's and I kept up polite appearances but I never quite stopped seeking their approval wanting the easy relationship we had shared. They made it clear though, that as long as I was living this lifestyle, as if it were a choice, they could not support me. My parents stopped shy of disowning me, but it always felt like it. Imagine how awkward it would be to visit your parents as a guest in their house while actually living only a few feet away next door. Unfortunately, trying became too hard, and not being a part of each other's lives became the easiest way for me to have a better life. Eventually in the middle of our junior year at York, William and I got an apartment together ten minutes away from campus. It just didn't seem right to live as a couple at William's house. Besides, his dad had stricter rules than we thought. Besides, he would support us if we kept our grades up. Will and I got even closer living together, and it always amazed me that I could find something new to love about William every day. Those years were anything but easy though, but we managed. Between juggling school and his games and jobs and our friends, it felt like we were barely hanging on at times. We made it work and came out stronger as a couple for it. William's passion was baseball he lived and breathed it. His dream was to play professionally. He was scouted heavily and at the end of our senior year was farmed to the minors double A team, as a second baseman for the Richmond Braves. There was frequent travel and long times spent away from each other, but I made the five hour trip to Virginia for games as often as I could. Things were going great for me as well, I was doing an internship through the American Institute of Graphic Arts and I was being looked at for a Junior Designer position within my firm. We were able to move to a bigger place more convenient to work for me and further away from the college scene. We were happy and deliriously in love. But always when things are lined up just right there comes a curveball to upset the flow. The call about William came late one afternoon. He was accidentally hit in the head during practice and had suffered a brain hemorrhage. By the time his dad, brother and I got there he was already in the OR. We were told that he had also suffered a stroke, and the immediate surgery was needed to ease the pressure on his brain. We waited, each of us leaning on each other as needed. I was shattered, my world crumbling inside. I wished I could have held William's hand and let him know we were all here rooting for him. I wanted to just hold him. We waited for hours and finally the doctor came out. William was going to be okay. We just all hugged each other ad shed the tears we were too afraid to before. His recuperation would be long, but he was going to be okay. A month later we flew Will home. He was to undergo physical and occupational therapy for any lingering weakness. We were also warned on the possibility of seizures. The months that followed were an exercise in fortitude. William was not dealing well with his injury or the fact that he would not play baseball again. That was to be expected, and that I understood but the rest was just unbearable. He was acting indifferent to me, and snapped at anyone who offered advice. Long days turned into even longer nights. I could no longer sleep in our bed since that made him anxious. He was always too tired from PT to see his father when he came to visit and even his brother Kevin could not get through to him. I tried everything I knew and nothing worked. Then I suggested a therapist or psychologist. It was as if I offered him a first class one way ticket to hell. He barely looked at me when I walked into the room. We barely spoke. Everyone said to give it time. I missed him, his touch, holding hands, kissing him. I missed my love and every night I had to sleep apart from him was hell. Then one day I came home to laughter. I was excited and curious, thinking that the PT guy had finally broken Will. I made my way to our room and was shocked still at the sight before me. Neil, one of Will's teammates was sitting on the side of our bed, his hand resting casually on Will's thigh. There was so much innuendo in that touch, like a line just begging to be crossed. My heart crumpled in on itself as I watched. They were so involved that they didn't even notice me. We knew each other our whole lives but we were only lovers for the past four. The first year was tentative at best. There was no real navigation of typical relationship woes or ex- boyfriend drama. We had always only loved each other. I recognized immediately that this thing that I felt burning in the pit of my belly had a name and it was jealousy. I questioned Will about Neil later as we sat watching TV. "So, Neil seems to be what the doctor ordered." Maybe not so much of a question after all. "Passive aggressive," he drawled, "But yes, Neil is great to have around." He kept staring at the tube. "As opposed to having me around? I try to give you everything you need. Everything you ask for Will." Something in my voice must have caused him to look over at me. "It felt good to hear you laugh. Why can't I make you laugh like that?" "For fuck sake Kyle, it's not about you! It's not about what you do or can't do. Don't you get that?" He yelled, which made me yell right back. "Then tell me William! Tell me what it is about. Clue me the fuck in." This brought about the mother of all arguments and ended when he accused me of trying to ruin the one thing that was making him happy. That hurt, because that one thing was supposed to be me. I was never more grateful for the comfort of the spare room. Neil came around more and more, Unaware or not caring about the tension he created. Will and I ignored each other when we weren't picking fights. Something we never did on such a grand scale. Our fights were always about who forgot to pick up the milk, or put out the garbage, pay a bill or laundry left on the floor. Now we were attacking each other with words meant to hurt. I felt us slip away from each other and I was powerless to stop it. Then came the day Will announced that he was moving to New York with Neil. He felt that he needed time to heal and that he could not do it with everyone, me included, always hounding him, and looking over his shoulder. He decided that we needed space. Just like that, the bottom fell out from under me. I cried, I begged, I promised to be better, do better, but he left anyway. In the three months that followed I existed. With no indication as to when he planned on coming back, I threw myself into work and tried to live apart from William. His emails which meant to update, seemed distant and clinical. They hurt more than they helped but I read them scanning each line for a clue as to when my life would return to me. Our friends meant well and stopped in frequently to make sure I was doing well. Finally, his dad advised me to use this time to get to know who I was without William, but he let me know he thought Will was being selfish and immature. I tried, and I almost succeeded at some normalcy, when the grim reaper struck again. This time, a drunk driver had run a light and plowed into my parent's car sending them careening over an embankment. They died instantly. Kyle and Will Ch. 06 This is the final chapter of this story. Thank you for coming along for the ride, and leaving me your kind comments. I hope to be better next time around! There is a moment of unprotected sex, but I know you all know to use a condom to be safe. Changing POV will be noted with******* Enjoy! I stood, silently at my parent's grave unsure of how to grieve the loss of parents I once loved. They had become so distant and hateful, because they could not accept their gay son. Now the pain and regret and loss twisted up inside of me and settled into a knot in the pit of my stomach. A silent rain had begun, lending a sinister air to the cemetery. I barely felt the hands clapping my shoulder or heard the words of sympathy, as friends, and mourners filed away from their gravesite. It was not fair that this was happening. I sucked in the crisp cold air and watched it wisp in a cloud as I breathed out. The ache, the emptiness I felt was still there. It loomed, threatening and undeniable. I lifted my head upward and let the rain slice across my face, the cold drops mixed in with my tears until I tasted their saltiness on my lips. When I looked down again, I caught a movement between the trees amongst the headstones. William. I blinked rapidly to clear my vision. He was walking towards me now. The rain parted like a curtain bringing him into focus. My head filled with the pounding of my heart drumming out all sound. William. I reached my hands out to him. I felt myself stagger in his direction, mouthing his name. William, William, William. He caught me before I fell to the ground. I don't know how long we sat like that, in the graveyard, in the steely rain. "I'm here Kyle." He soothed. "Let it go, you can let go, I'm here." I let William hold me until the storm of tears and grief had passed. He would understand without judgment why I was crying. I mourned the loss of my parents, but only because that loss meant that I was free of their shadow. It was relief and freedom that I felt. I was honestly quite happy that I could live my life without trying to prove my worth yet falling short in their eyes. Did I love them? Yes, they were after all my parents. But I would always mourn the people I thought they could be. We were both soaked by the time I felt in control. I looked at William, questions swarming in my head. I needed answers, but now wasn't the time. "C'mon Kyle." He said pulling me up. I let myself be led away from the cemetery. The ride to my parent's house was spent in silence. When we pulled into the drive there were still people at the house. I was not up to accepting condolences. I looked wildly at William. He put his hand reassuringly on my arm and squeezed. We read each other perfectly. "I'll take care of it. You go straight to your room, put some dry clothes on, and get in bed." I nodded. I wanted to fight him. I didn't want him taking care of me, telling me what to do. I didn't want it to be him that I needed. Later, I decided. I will deal with him later. Sleep was long in coming even though I was exhausted. The house sounded quiet, so I made my way downstairs. William was at the kitchen counter surrounded by mountains of donated food. I watched him work. He had obviously kept his training up despite not being able to play. His body was sinewy and muscular. The grey t-shirt he had changed into clung to him like a second skin. He was gorgeous and still sexy as hell. I felt the beginnings of betrayal in my groin as my wayward thoughts stirred it to life. Yeah, there would be none of that. I cleared my throat loudly and walked over to where he stood. "Why do people always bring food to a funeral?" I asked making a show of peering into the packages. William shrugged. "It's a comfort thing." I felt him watching me as I sat. "I made you something to eat." "Thanks, but I'm not hungry." Will fixed me with a stare that said it wasn't a request. I knew that look. I tried hard to forget that look. Now I was welcoming its familiarity. Damn him. I took the bowl he pushed toward me and slowly began eating its contents. I was actually hungry but I would not admit that now. I ate, and he cleaned, in the awkward silence that followed. I wanted to say something, anything but I was overwhelmed by my larger desire to wrap my arms around him and lose myself. I was so screwed. "Kyle!" I looked up sharply at the sound of my name to find William looking at me questioningly. "Do you want any more?" I looked down at the bowl and mindlessly pushed it away. "No, no I'm good." I pushed away from the counter and stood. "I – I think I'll go back to bed." "Okay. I'll finish up here before I leave." "Hey, um William" I saw him stiffen when I called him by his full name and refused to meet his eyes. Instead, I coughed and started again. "If I don't get to say it, thank you. You know for back there and this." I swept my hand lamely around the kitchen. I turned .to walk away but couldn't quite make it. "Why are you here William?" Forcing him now to abandon his chore and face me. "The easy answer? Your parent's funeral. I knew you would be feeling conflicted and guilty about losing them, and what that would do to you." I waved away his explanation. "Not that. Why are you here, in my parent's house, handling guests, putting food away?" Taking care of me, I finished silently. He inhaled deeply and pinned me with those baby blues of his. "I am here for you. I love you. I want to,, no, I need to know that you are okay." I felt myself leaning in towards him and stopped just in time. "Why? So you can walk away when it's over. Am I just supposed to let you take over my life, and take care of me until you decide it's enough? This can't be the thing that makes you feel less guilty William." I walked away but not before I saw the hurt cloud his eyes. In my room, I crawled into my sheets and let the hurt I was keeping at bay consume me. I hated that some part of me wanted to reach out to Will. I hated that I wanted to feel him around me while I fell to pieces. I absolutely hated that all of me wanted to reach out to Will because I missed him so desperately. I barely heard the knock before Will pushed the door open. I feigned sleep hoping he would go away. I felt him pull the covers up over my shoulders. My eyes closed tightly against the feel of his fingers as he swept them gently across my cheek. I felt him pull away. "Stay." It was a whisper. "Kyle, it's okay. I didn't mean to wake you. I'm across the street at Dad's if you need me." "Stay Will, please." I pleaded. "I don't want you to go." Only knowing that I needed William, I moved over to make room for him. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * William kept his t-shirt and stripped down to his boxers, then climbed into bed beside Kyle. They lay, facing each other, not daring to touch. Kyle's breath suddenly hitched on a sob and William reached out and brushed Kyle's tears with his thumb. That touch was all they needed. The space between them closed in seconds. William saw the hurt in Kyle's eyes, and knew he was responsible for putting it there. He felt the anger in the arms that wrapped around him. William also felt in that moment the need and desperation that coursed through Kyle, and became desperate to take it all away. Before he changed his mind he let his emotions take over. William rolled over on top of Kyle, entwining both their hands and pinning them above Kyle's head. He lowered his head and kissed Kyle slowly, savoring the feel of his soft trembling lips. Teeth clinked, tongues battled for dominance. They missed each other. That much William was sure of. William pressed his hips into Kyle's and began to exert pressure, grounding their hips together. He dragged his mouth from Kyle's and worked his way down his body, reacquainting himself with Kyle's body. This is for Kyle, he kept thinking. His hands spread over his shoulders and down Kyle's well built arms. His fingers traced the outline of Kyle's stomach and then he followed that with his lips. William buried his nose in Kyle's fine pubic hairs, inhaling his manly scent. There was a moment of hesitancy before William took Kyle in his mouth, but that was quickly abandoned when Kyle moaned his name. William rubbed his thumb across the slit of Kyle's dripping manhood, his own cock threatening to explode with need. He replaced his hand with his mouth sheathing Kyle's cock in moist heat. His tongue gently stroked the underside of Kyle's shaft, suckling at his balls paying equal attention to each. He nestled his tongue in the dark crevice of his anus slurping at the sweetness of his tight pucker before engulfing Kyle's dick into his mouth once more. Kyle moaned and quivered as he pushed his hips deeper into William's mouth. He whimpered as Will pulled off him and let go of his aching cock head with a pop. Will stretched his hand up to tease Kyle's nipples, tugging at the hair around it before rolling the nubs between his fingers. This dragged out a long groan from Kyle. William smiled to himself. Kyle always did love that. William continued to work his mouth around Kyle's cock, humming his pleasure around its hardness. Kyle gripped Will's head holding him to his crotch as Will bobbed. William squeezed Kyle's ass before he slipped a finger between his cheeks working Kyle into a frenzy. "Ohh God. Yes Will." Kyle cried out. Will felt Kyle's body convulse and moments later warm, salty juices shot to the back of his throat. He swallowed and lapped it all until Kyle finally slowed to a trickle. Will slowly made his way back up to Kyle kissing his tear stained cheeks tenderly then kissing his mouth soundly before wrapping him in his arms. Kyle just let him, since there was no need to say anything. William started to feel like a huge prick, wondering if he had just taken advantage of the man that he loved, with all that was going on. He wanted to tell Kyle how much he missed him and loved him and how much of an ass he had been for leaving but instead, he held Kyle tighter to him hoping that he had just not screwed up completely. William lay awake hours later listening to Kyle breathe, wondering what came next. * * * * * * * * * * * * * I didn't have to open my eyes to know that William was not in bed with me. I felt bereft of his presence. It was particularly unsettling how easily I let myself fall back in with William in spite of how ambivalent I was feeling. I missed him, and having him around even for a day made me realize that I was no where near over him and I didn't want to be. I loved William and there was nothing I could do about it. He was not kidding when he said he knew what my parents' death would do to me. To have William here was an unanswered prayer, but one I could not depend on. William was not available, last night was an impossibly heart wrenching mistake. I had to balls up. I smelled the coffee before I hit the bottom of the stairs and my traitorous heart swelled a little as I walked into the kitchen. Bastard! He knew I loved the pumpkin muffins from the diner. I sighed, grabbed one with my coffee and went in search of William. I found him standing on the deck facing out to the back yard. "I thought you left." I said by way of greeting. "I did. I went for a run, took a shower," he turned around, and smiled disarmingly "I see you found the muffins." I raised the muffin up in a mock salute. "Couldn't resist." We stood taking each other in. "Are we going to talk about last night?" Will asked, folding his arms as if to ward of the chilly morning air. I stilled, coffee halfway to my lips. "Nope." I replied shortly, managing to coat my voice in ice and distance. I saw the shadow pass over Will's face. He was trying, and he was here. I placed the cup down on a side table out of my trembling hands. I sighed. "I don't know how to deal with this." The curtain dropped a little. "You can let me be there for you." He saw the uncertainty in my expression. "I want to help you Kyle, let me help you." William pleaded. I was suddenly agitated and angry at William for offering what he wasn't free to give and what he had not been willing to take from me. "What would Neil have to say about that?" I spat at him. "Neil? What does Neil have to do with this? With us?" He sounded incredulous. "He had a say in everything else." I accused. "He got you to leave didn't he? Leave everything you knew. Everyone. Me! And there is no us. You made sure of that when you walked away." I suddenly felt cold and walked away heading inside. Following two steps behind was William. He spun me around and held me against the wall. "Is that what you think Kyle? That I left because Neil wanted me to? I might have been the biggest ass about it, but I left because I needed space, distance away from you, and my family. I had a brain injury and you all acted like I was a cripple. It was hard enough for me to come to terms with. You were so controlling and assumptive of what you thought I needed, of what I wanted and what I should be doing. I hated the way you looked at me with pity, like somehow I had failed you. It filled me up Kyle, I couldn't breathe." "Fuck you William! You don't think I got all that. That I would have understood even more if you had talked to me. You were bitter and depressed and angry. I expected that. Would have gladly put up with it. I put up with all the other bullshit. What I didn't expect was for you to turn me away and offer your ass up to someone else." Will's face drained of color but I was past caring. "You needed space, hell I could have given you that. Except that was not what you needed Will! What you needed. What you wanted. What you got was Neil, and your brain injury was a neat convenience to that end. So what are you hoping for here? That I'd be so hung up on you when you showed up loving and caring that I would beg you to take me back. Beg you, so you would not have to own up to the shitty way you left." I knew looking at him it wasn't true, but I was angry. The minute the words left my mouth I regretted them. He loosened his grip on me. "I'm sorry, I should go before we really say any more." "Go then, walk away from me again," We stared each other down, until William turned to walk away and suddenly found himself spun around and his face pressed up against mine. I was still pretty incensed and breathing heavily. "I don't want to walk away Kyle. I don't want to fight. I want to stay. I want to be with you. I want.." His thoughts trailed off as he stared into my eyes. I traced the thin line of the scar on his head with trembling fingers. I assaulted his lips in a bruising hungry fashion. God, even now as angry as I was, I wanted him. My hands slipped inside his pants and groped at his dick surprised to find it semi erect. Pulling away slightly I whispered into his mouth. "Tell me you want me Will. Say it." "I want you Kyle." Will breathed. "Only you." I turned Will around roughly and bent him over the counter. Pulling his pants and boxers over his ass to his knees, I spat in my hand and used it as lube on my cock. Using the tip of my leaking head I coated his entrance and was inside him in one swift move. Ignoring the sound of pain I know he felt, I pounded into him, and jerked his dick, just as furiously. It was meant to be punishing, but we were both soon moaning in agonizing pleasure, feeding an appetite too long ignored. As angry as I was, I enjoyed the feel of my bare cock in Will's ass. I had missed feeling his muscles clench tightly around me. Those feelings had me pounding harder and faster into him. Pleasure suffused me, coursing down my legs making it nearly impossible to stand. Will had his bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes closed, and was making such sweet grunting sounds. I didn't last long and we came almost simultaneously with a satisfying groan. Panting I fell over onto Will's back. Slowly I pulled my softening cock out of Will. I was choked up and feeling remorse. We had never been this rough with each other, but it was hot, and loud and sweaty. I loved Will so much but I didn't want to hurt him this way. I stepped back and pulled my pants up. "Do you feel better?" Will asked into the quiet. "I'm sorry I left you, I'm sorry I hurt you. I will do anything for you to forgive me Kyle, anything. I can take it." My response was to leave the room slamming the door behind me. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Five minutes later when the door opened Will looked up expectantly, surprised to see his father walk through the opening. "Dad, what are you doing here?" "I was going to ask you boys out to lunch with me, but I saw Kyle speed out of here. What happened?" William could always count on his father to guide him and give him good advice, even though he didn't always listen. He filled his father in on the Kyle situation, leaving out the non essential details. "What do I do Dad? I love him." "Son, when you left, Kyle tried really hard to act like everything was okay. I don't know if you realize how much your decision hurt him. It hurt me, but I'm your father. You can't walk back in like you never left. You can't expect him to just fall in. You have to know what you want and you can't take the love between you two for granted. That would be a mistake that could cost you everything. Talk to him he's hurting too." "I know what I want that never changed. I want Kyle always. I just don't know if Kyle is ready to forgive me." "Well, you won't know that until you talk. Tell him the truth." William's dad prepared to leave then turned to look at his son. "William, I love you, and you know I love Kyle. You two will get nowhere if you don't communicate. You both can't always keep running away when things go south. If you love each other and you want to be together you have to fight for it good or bad." "Yes sir." With a nod, his dad was gone leaving William alone to wait for Kyle to return. * * * * * * * * * * * When I returned home, I was disappointed that Will was not there. I was hoping against hope, he had stayed and we would work it out and I could say how sorry I was. Dejectedly, I made my way to my room. When I pushed open the door, my heart galloped out of my chest. Will was asleep in my bed. I watched him, overcome with tenderness. He was always so beautiful asleep. I crawled to the floor and placed my chin on the bed near his face. "Will, hey." I whispered, and leant in kissing him on the nose. He shifted, and sleepy eyes opened to stare at me. A hint of a smile hovered on his lips. "Hey. You were gone a long time." I drummed my fingers across his forehead. "I'm sorry Will, I didn't mean any of that. I was just so angry." He swung his feet off the bed and joined me to sit on the floor. A slight wince reminded me of the assault on his ass earlier. "There was nothing ever between Neil and me. I just let you believe that and that was wrong and I'm sorry. When Neil got picked up by the Yankees, he suggested I move with him to gain clarity and sort things out. Only after he noticed how frustrated I was getting. And I was letting everything get in the way of me getting better. It seemed a good idea at the time. I was angry, and Neil didn't talk about how I was feeling, or if I took my meds. He wasn't looking at me every second as if he were afraid I would suddenly fall over. I love you Kyle, I couldn't handle the idea of never being able to play again and I took it out on you." He took my hand and kissed the back of my knuckles before softly continuing. "I didn't want to burden you or have you take care of me. I didn't want to see you look at me with pity. I lost sight of what the future was for us. The future I had planned was just disappearing before me. I was angry and bitter and I know now you were trying to help. I just wasn't ready to accept it. I didn't want to depend on you and my pride wouldn't let me. In the end it was easier to convince myself that leaving for New York with Neil was better for us because he didn't expect anything from me. I'm sorry I couldn't let you help me and I know now I couldn't do it without you. I'm so sorry and I know we promised never to walk away and I broke that promise." Kyle and Will Ch. 06 My mind was tripping over itself trying to figure out what to respond to first. Will loved me. It's not like I didn't know it. I loved him. We loved each other. Suddenly I didn't feel the need to fight him or hurt him. I needed him. He filled up the space inside me and apart we didn't work. I kissed the soft spot under his ear, and nestled my head on his shoulder. "I didn't pity you Will. My heart was breaking for you because I knew how important baseball was to you. I worried about you everyday. I didn't know how to help you. I'm sorry too, I would never want to push you away. I love you." "I did so much stuff wrong Kyle, I needed you I should have talked to you, let you in." Will lamented. "We." I said. "We what?" Will asked confused. "We did so much stuff wrong. We should have talked to each other. We've been together so long and we know each other. There are bound to be times when we fight. We should have trusted what we had." I framed his face and pulled him close for a long smoldering kiss. "Wait Kyle." Will sounded nervous. "You should know that before your parent's accident, I was planning on coming home." "What do you mean?" "Well, I got that clarity I was seeking and since I won't be able to play baseball, I decided to give sports medicine a try and I registered at York two weeks ago." He watched me from beneath hooded eyes. "I was planning on begging you to let me come home when this happened." I smiled broadly at him. "I would have let you beg too, but for taking so long to come to your senses you do have to help me box up and decide what to do with this house." 'So we're good?" "We'll get better. I love you Will." I said kissing him then sucking on his neck. Hearing his long moan I continued to tease his lips and bite at his nipples through his shirt. "Soooo," I drawled, "You feel good?" Will nodded. "Aand any seizures?" I rolled up his shirt to kiss his chest. "Not one. The uhh, therapy and meds seems to help." He bit his lip in response to my teasing. "If you keep that up I can't promise to answer any more questions." I allowed my lips to hover over the waistband of his pants. "Just one more for now." I said and dipped my tongue into his belly button. "What?" he hissed. "How is your dick?" 'Touch it and find out." I reached down and ran my hand down the length of Will's still hardening cock. We made short work of our clothes, clawing and kissing at each other. I wanted to take it slow to make up for before and show Will how much I loved him, but I couldn't. The horse was out the gate and Will's need matched mine in the desire to possess each other. I entered him gently this time, wrapping his legs around me and slid in deep. It was such a relief to feel like I was coming home. "Fuck Will, I missed this, I've missed us like this." "Me too Kyle, now make love to me." I pushed into Will, moving in and out slowly and seamlessly. Each thrust met with intense friction that threatened to take us over the edge. I reached down and stroked Will's dick, jerking him while I eased in and out of him. "Come for me baby, I want to see you come." I whispered. Will's response was to lift his hips seating me deeper into him. The soft sounds of his enjoyment filled my ears. I felt when he was about to cum. His whole body tightened up and he squeezed down on my dick. A couple of good jerks had Will shooting a stream of cream over his stomach and down my hand. I brought my hand up to my mouth, sucking his juices off my fingers, wrapping it around my tongue, savoring its taste. Tasting Will's cum brought me closer to orgasm, the pressure of his walls closing in on my dick was all it took. I bore down with one last push before filling him with my seed. "I love you" Will whispered into my ear. "I love you." I whispered back. We fell back on to the floor smiling, lost in a haze of lust, leaving the past few months behind, glad to have things back to how they should be. FIN