16 comments/ 48983 views/ 30 favorites My Kyle By: DreamerOne Comment by the author: After reading *a lot* of these stories I finally decided to try writing one of my own. Hope you like it. If so, I might try another, or maybe a second chapter to this one. ---------------------------------- "I'm..." Kyle swallowed hard and forced himself to say the last word: "...gay." His mother Lina was quiet for a moment, but then she smiled. "Is that all?" she said. "I was afraid that maybe you'd gotten a girl pregnant or something." Her eyes sparkled like they always did when she was teasing. "I guess that's something I won't have to worry about anymore." Kyle couldn't help laughing. There was a strong note of pride in his mother's voice when she spoke next. "You know we would never hold this against you, right? Gay or straight, we love you, and nothing would or will ever change that. Right, Dave?" She looked at her husband who cleared his throat and seemed embarassed. Kyle could tell his stepfather would need time to get used to this, even though he still cared for Kyle. "Yes, Kyle... We've got your back, buddy." Kyle grinned, which caused Dave to grin too, and seconds later, all three of them were roaring with laughter. When the laughter had died down, Lina rubbed away a tear at the corner of her eye, chuckling. "So... are you out to your friends yet?" Kyle blushed. "No... I wanted to tell you guys first." Lina noticed the blush but decided not to mention it. She suspected that someone among Kyle's friends was the reason behind Kyle's very sudden revelation. And that someone had better be careful with her son's heart or there would be hell to pay. * Kyle was back in his dorm room, lying on his bed, eyes closed. His mother and Dave lived only a little more than an hour by bus away from campus, something he'd been very grateful for this morning. He'd woken up feeling that he really needed his mother's soothing presence, and that it was finally time to tell her he was gay. It was a relief to finally have said it. Ever since he knew he was gay, he'd had been positive that she and Dave would be great about it when he finally came out (they always were, with everything) but he'd never really felt ready to tell them. Until now. Now when certain feelings had grown so strong. He had admitted to himself he was gay a couple years ago, but nothing he had ever felt before could even compare to how he felt now. He was in love. In love for real. With his roommate, no less. Kyle really wanted to tell Dean how he felt, but he was afraid. Dean was openly gay, so that wasn't an issue, but not only was Kyle shy by nature, he was also afraid of being rejected, of ruining the best friendship he'd ever had... lots of things. Still, he wasn't sure how much longer he could go on like this. A sigh escaped his lips, and he imagined that Dean was there, covering his body with his own, pressing his lips against Kyle's, slowly sliding his hand up underneath his shirt letting his fingertips brush against his nipples while grinding his hardness against Kyle's. "Dean..." Kyle started when the door suddenly opened and the object of his desires walked in. * Dean smiled affectionately at his roommate. Kyle's cheeks were glowing and he looked very embarassed. Dean was sure that he'd interrupted a very naughty daydream just now. Dean's heart fluttered. "I wish I could give you what you want," he thought. The truth was that from the moment Dean had lost his heart to Kyle from the moment he laid eyes on him. He was so cute; black hair, big blue eyes, lithe body. And so sweet, shy and innocent, almost childlike at times, yet with people he knew and trusted he was funny and easy-going. After just a week or two a genuinely deep and warm friendship had grown between them, but Dean always dreamed of more; however, because Kyle was so shy with strangers he still wasn't, after being best friends for over a year, sure which gender Kyle preferred and Dean was reluctant to risk making things awkward between them if Kyle turned out to be straight. "Maybe I should just ask, one of these days." he thought to himself. He sat down on Kyle's bed. "Didn't think you'd be back yet. I thought you would be at your mom's house like, all day." Kyle looked down. "No... no, I had just had something I wanted to talk to her about." "It's nothing serious, right? You looked a little upset this morning." "I..." Kyle trembled. Dean shuffled closer. "Hey... What's wrong?" "Nothing..." Kyle swallowed.* Say it! Just tell him* "I... just told tell her and Dave that..." Deep breath. "That I'm gay." Silence. Dean wondered if maybe he was dreaming. Desperately trying not to laugh with joy, he spoke. "You're gay?" Kyle looked up at him with those big blue eyes. "Yes," he whispered. Dean leaned over and hugged him. Kyle inhaled his scent – fresh and clean, like rain – and he tried to say that which he desperately wanted to say but, like always, he became tongue-tied and just couldn't. Dean leaned back and smiled at him. "They took it well, I hope." "Yes." Kyle smiled. "They got my back." "Great. So... Did you only realize recently that you're..." "No..." Kyle said. "I've known for some time, but... I guess I wasn't ready to come out until now." Dean suddenly felt a flash of fear in his gut. "Is it because you've met someone?" "No, I... no." Kyle blushed and looked away. Suddenly, Dean felt more afraid than I ever had in his life. From the look on Kyle's face he could tell there was something he wasn't telling him. "This is my chance. If I don't make a move soon I'll lose him to some other guy." He glanced at the angelic face. He wouldn't let that happen. He took a deep breath. "Kyle..." Before Dean could say anything else, the door burst open and their friends Sam, Juan and Ray tumbled in. "Dudes! Impromptu party downstairs, let's go!" As they were dragged from the room, Dean sighed dejectedly as he realized his confession would have to wait. * Kyle sighed with relief. For over two hours he and Dean had been surrounded by friends, but now they had finally moved off in different directions in search of drink or a potential bedfellow. He loved his friends but he just wasn't in the mood to be sociable right now. He glanced at Dean. He was so gorgeous. Golden brown hair, dark green eyes, and a mind-blowing body, naturally muscled that was currently dressed in perfectly fitting black sweater and black faded jeans. Kyle swallowed. He hated himself for not daring to tell Dean everything earlier. "I should have told him I love him the minute I told him I was gay." He was beginning to feel a lump forming in his throat, when suddenly Dean put his hand on his shoulder, rubbing it lightly as if he could sense Kyle's depressed feelings. "This party really blows. Let's get the hell out of here." They made their way in silence to their room. The moon was almost full, bathing their room in silvery light. Kyle sat on his bed, untying his shoes. He looked up in surprise as Dean sat down next to him and placed a hand on his cheek. Dean's hand drifted past Kyle's ear and his fingers brushed lightly through the silky, dark hair, making Kyle tremble. He moved closer, leaning his head towards Kyle. He stopped for just a second, feeling Kyle's warm breath against his face, and then he softly pressed his lips against Kyle's. Kyle felt like his heart was going to explode. *Dean's kissing me. Oh, God, it's really happening.* Dean's arms encircled his waist and he kissed him harder. Kyle pressed up against him throwing his arms around his neck and parting his lips, allowing their tongues to caress. Dean rolled them down onto the bed and Kyle shuddered with pleasure as he felt Dean's weight and arousal against his body. It was more wonderful than he'd ever imagined. Dean stopped the kiss and gazed into Kyle's eyes, breathing hard. "Dean..." Kyle whispered. "I love you, Kyle. I always have." Kyle's swollen lips trembled. "I love you, too." Dean crushed their mouths together to a moan from Kyle that made Dean's cock so hard it was almost painful. He slipped his hands under Kyle's shirt and pulled it off, throwing it onto the floor. All their other clothes followed until they both were completely naked. Kyle's head was spinning with pleasure and his breath was coming out in pants. Dean was on top of him, sucking and licking at the nape of his neck, his fingers teasing his nipples, his cock grinding into his own. "Ah! Aah! Dean...please..." Kyle could hear Dean's hard breathing in his ear as he nibbled his earlobe. "Tell me, Kyle. Tell me what you want." "You... I want you... inside me. Please..." Dean raised his head a little, looking into Kyle's eyes. "Are you sure?" "Yes... I've dreamt about it ever since we met. I want you, Dean." Dean kissed him deeply and sat up. "Just a sec, baby." He walked across the room over to his dresser, where he opened a drawer and collected lube and a condom. He went back to the bed and sat down. Leaning down over his lover he raised and spread his legs. Kyle's hand fastened in his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. Their tongues twisted and danced together until Dean removed his lips from Kyle's, kissing his way down the soft skin of his throat, down past the collarbone until he reached a dark pink nipple, which he flicked with his tongue to a breathy "Oh!" from Kyle. When it had become perfectly hard, he gave the same treatment to its twin, relishing the taste of the sweet skin. Kyle's fingers were in his hair, and he heard his name being whispered over and over: "Dean... Dean..." Dean abandoned Kyle's nipples and moved lower. He briefly caressed the area around the belly button until he moved on and finally reached his goal. Dean wrapped his lips around Kyle's cock and with a loud moan, raising his hips and pressing his head down hard, Kyle came. Dean managed to swallow all of it, not missing a single drop. As Kyle lay panting, Dean squeezed some lube onto his fingers. He nuzzled against the inside of the thigh, and brought his fingertip to the hole rubbing some of the lube onto the rim. Keeping his hand at Kyle's entrance Dean moved up and began kissing him. "Let me know if it hurts, baby," he whispered between kisses. Kyle nodded, and Dean pushed his finger in. Kyle moaned, but the sound was not one of pain and he was already hard again, so after just a few seconds Dean inserted a second finger. He moved his fingers, twisting and scissoring, and as he found the button inside Kyle he cried out. "Aaah!" Dean smiled into his lips and slipped a third finger inside. "Dean..." Kyle voice was growing hoarse from panting and moaning. "Enough... I need you. Now." Hurriedly, he rolled the condom onto his shaft and having lubed it he positioned himself and entered Kyle. When he heard a small gasp he stopped. "It hurts a little... Just give me a sec." Kyle closed his eyes willing the pain to away. It subsided quickly, and he nodded to Dean who, with a deep moan slid in further until he was all the way in "Oh, God! Oh, Kyle!" he groaned. As he started carefully to move, Kyle wrapped his legs around his waist. Dean tried to restrain himself and go slowly, but he was losing the battle and his movements became harder and faster. He could feel Kyle pushing up his hips to meet his thrusts, could feel his fingers digging into his shoulder blades, could hear him crying out, over and over again, and as he dipped his head and bit Kyle lightly on the neck, Kyle came with a scream. Feeling the hard contractions around his cock, Dean felt himself trip over the edge. "Oh God, Kyle, I'm coming!" With a roar he emptied his seed into his love's shaking body. It took a few minutes before Dean was able to move. His whole body was trembling, but he was blissfully happy. When the trembling subsided, he carefully pulled out and after quickly disposing of the condom and cleaning off Kyle's release from his stomach, he slipped back into bed and wrapped his arms around the precious body. Kyle sighed contentedly. "I love you, Dean. I love you so fucking much." He felt one of Dean's hands caressing the back of his neck. "I love you, Kyle." Kyle could feel his exhausted body beginning to fall asleep and smiled happily at the thought of sleeping in Dean's arms. Sleep was overpowering him. Just before he allowed himself to drift away into unconsciousness, he could hear a soft voice whispering: "Kyle... My Kyle..." My Kyle Ch. 02 Kyle woke up to the sound of rain against the window. Slowly, he opened his eyes. As his blurred vision began to focus, he found himself staring into a pair of dark green eyes. Dean was propped up on one elbow, a warm yet slightly wicked smile on his face, looking down at Kyle. Yesterday came rushing back to him. It had been a memorable day and an even more memorable night. He had come out to his mother and stepdad, then to his roommate Dean whom he was head over heels in love with. Later that night, after returning to their room from a party, Dean had kissed him and said he loved him. And they had made love. The experience had been so intense, it felt to Kyle as though their bodies were still joined. He felt strange: feverish... but in a good way. Very good. Kyle smiled back at Dean. "Hey," Dean said. "Hey. How long have you been awake?" "Oh..." He looked at the clock. "An hour maybe. I've just been lying here admiring the view." His smile widened "It's absolutely stunning." Kyle chuckled. "Really? It's not bad from this angle, either." "It couldn't possibly compare to what I'm seeing. In fact, I think I'll lean in for a closer look." Carefully, Dean rolled onto Kyle, lowering his head so their lips could meet and their tongues began a slow, sweet dance. It only figures that such a tender moment would be interrupted by their friends Juan and Ray, barging in. However, they stopped dead in their tracks when they caught sight of Dean and Kyle, their mouths falling open. "Damn!" Kyle's face turned tomato-red, while Dean just glared at the intruders. "Uhhm... we were going for something to eat and were wondering if you guys wanted to come with. But, ah... I can see you're busy, so... I guess not." Juan's voice was full of restrained laughter. "That's right, so would you mind getting the hell out?" Dean growled. "But, of course," Ray snorted. "Come on, Juan. Let's leave the sweethearts alone." They made their exit, shaking with laughter. Dean sighed with relief when the door closed behind them, but after just a second it opened again, and Ray's head appeared. "You want us to bring you back sandwiches or something?" "Fuck off!" Dean grabbed a pillow and threw it in the direction of Ray, who swiftly disappeared and the door closed. Dean looked down at Kyle, who had covered his face with his hands. "Kyle? I'm sorry, I must've forgotten to lock the door last night. I kinda had other things on my mind. I'm really sorry." Kyle was beginning to shake. Dean worriedly pulled Kyle's hands away from his face and saw with relief that Kyle was laughing. He threw himself down on the bed and began laughing as well. "Oh, man..." he chuckled, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "I guess that saves us the trouble of telling them about us. Or anyone else for that matter. Those loudmouths will probably tell every person they meet what they just saw." "Yeah..." Kyle looked towards the window. The sky was a dull, greyish white and there were thin, silvery streaks of rain on the windowpane, but Kyle thought he had never seen a more beautiful day in his life. He snuggled up against Dean and sighed happily. "Can't we just stay like this forever?" "Well, I wouldn't mind," Dean laughed softly, "but then I would have to scrap my plans." "What plans?" "I was thinking..." Dean leaned down to quickly kiss Kyle's lips, "...that we could go on a date." Kyle looked surprised. "Oh... date." "Yeah, date. You know, what couples do: go out together in public and have fun. Besides," Dean began nibbling on Kyle's earlobe. "I really want to show off my new boyfriend." Kyle's eyes suddenly started sparkling and his lips spread in a blinding grin. Dean swallowed and could feel himself begin to harden. "Damn, he's so cute..." he thought. Kyle moved down a little and started kissing Dean's neck. "Dean?" he whispered. "Say 'boyfriend' again." Dean snorted with laughter. He moved on top of Kyle and whispered in between kisses: "My gorgeous... adorable... sexy... boyfriend." He gently spread Kyle's legs and slipped his hand inside, stroking the inside of his thigh. Kyle closed his eyes and sighed softly. Dean was just about to move down to take his right nipple in his mouth when his eyes fell on the clock on the nightstand. "Ah, shit!" he groaned. "What is it?" Dean sighed and rolled off Kyle. "I have some books of Sam's and I promised to return them this morning before he leaves for work. He really needs them." "Okay." Kyle smiled and gently bit his shoulder. "Hurry up, then." Dean hauled himself out of bed and started getting dressed, silently cursing Sam. ****** "Oh, great! Thanks," Sam said as he opened the door at Dean's knock. "I thought you'd forgotten." "Almost," Dean said, breathing heavily from having hurried. "Well... I'll talk to you later. See ya, man," he said, turning to go, but Sam stopped him by clapping his hand on his shoulder. "So," he said cheerfully. "What's new?" Dean rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Talked to Ray or Juan, did you?" "They texted me," Sam said with a slight smile. "They're a pair of fucking gossips," Dean groaned. "I'll be surprised if they don't put out fliers." "Look, Dean..." Sam folded his arms over his chest. "You're serious about Kyle, right?" Dean stared at him. "What the hell do you think? Of course I am! I love him." "But you haven't told him yet, have you? About... you know. Your past? What you used to be like?" Dean didn't say anything for moment. He just looked at Sam with an expression that was almost scared. "I'm not like that anymore," he said finally. "I know that, man" Sam said calmly. "But I think you should tell him about it, before he hears about it from someone else and he will wonder why you never mentioned it yourself." Dean looked down at his feet and nodded. Sam had a point. "Look, I'm not trying to stick my nose in your business," Sam said, picking up his jacket and locking his door. "You and Kyle are both my friends and I don't want either of you to get hurt. I think you would be good together." "Thanks," Dean said, walking with Sam down the hall. "So do I." ****** Kyle stepped in the shower, smiling contentedly as the warm water fell over his skin. He ducked his head under the spray and let the water soak his black hair as he poured some shower gel into his hand and rubbed it over his chest. The memory of Dean's hands sliding over his body, slowly caressing him sent a delicious shiver down his back. Everything had happened so fast he felt slightly dizzy. And a little scared. Every part of his life had, very suddenly, fallen into place. It could just as suddenly fall apart like a house of cards. Kyle mentally shrugged as he washed the shower gel off his body. Big changes were always scary. The key was to not overthink it. If his heart was safe with anyone, it was with Dean. ****** The sight that greeted Dean when he returned almost made him moan out loud. Kyle was lying naked in bed, covers draped over his hips, teasingly concealing the lower part of his body. One arm was raised over his head, resting on the pillow, and he was looking at Dean with a smouldering expression in his eyes. "Welcome back," he purred seductively. "Damn," Dean croaked. "Have you stayed in bed this whole time?" "Well, I took a shower, but then I got back to bed to wait for you. I thought we could pick up where we left off." "You read my mind, babe," Dean smiled. "I brought us sandwiches, but I guess I'm not that hungry yet. Not for food, anyway." He dumped the bag unceremoniously unto a chair and walked over to the bed, quickly stripping off his clothes without taking his eyes off Kyle. Standing there naked, he paused for a second, feeling a lump in his throat as he stared at his beautiful lover, waiting for him to get in bed. "Mine," he thought. "Finally mine." Dean reached out and pulled back the covers, swearing under his breath at the sight of the smooth, aroused body being revealed. Climbing in, he carefully positioned himself on top of Kyle, between his spread legs. Brushing back a strand of Kyle's black hair from his forehead, he smiled at the adorable face beneath him. "I love you, Kyle." Kyle took Dean's left hand and kissed the palm. "I love you, too." Leaning down, Dean brushed his lips against Kyle's, then pressed down more firmly. Simultaneously their mouths opened, tongues sliding alongside each other as their bodies did the same. Dean rubbed his shaft against Kyle's, moving away from his mouth to kiss and suck on the side of his neck. Kyle moaned, pushing his hips up as he fastened one hand in Dean's hair, the other gripping his shoulder. "Dean..." he panted as Dean sucked on his neck hard enough to leave a hickey. "Let me try... with my mouth... I want to... suck you." Groaning, Dean rolled over pulling Kyle on top of him. Licking his lips, Kyle began kissing his way down Dean's chest, not stopping until he reached the hard cock lying flat against Dean's stomach. His hand trembled a little as he reached out for it, but he didn't hesitate when he brought it to his mouth and put his lips to the head, tongue slipping out to trace the slit. Dean made an odd, choked noise. Kyle looked up and saw that Dean had propped himself up on his elbows, eyes glued to what Kyle was doing. Taking the head fully into his mouth, Kyle swirled his tongue around it, then applied a little suction as he went further down. He began bobbing his head, working his lips and tongue against the shaft, the increasing the suction slightly. He took as much of it as possible inside his mouth, and used his hand on the rest. Dean was moaning and panting heavily, whispering encouragements: "Oh, yeah... just like that... so good. So damn good. Oh, god..." Kyle moved faster, moving his hand at the same pace as he moved his mouth. Dean's breathing quickened. "Babe... I'm gonna come..." he panted. Kyle kept up, moving a little faster. Dean fell back against the pillows. He couldn't hold back any longer; closing his eyes and grabbing fistfuls of the sheets, he emptied his come into Kyle's warm mouth, moaning loudly. Moving back, Kyle managed to swallow most of Dean's release, but he choked a little and some of it trickled out onto his chin. Kyle crawled up the bed and laid down next to Dean, who was doing his best to regain normal breathing. Rolling over onto his side, Dean reached out and took Kyle in his arms. Noticing the semen that still clung to his chin, Dean wiped it off with his fingers, feeling his spent cock twitch weakly when Kyle took the fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. Kissing Kyle lightly, Dean whispered against his lips: "That was... amazing." Kyle smiled. "Now you've been inside me in every way." Dean buried his face in Kyle's neck, making a sound that was like a cross between a chuckle and a sob. "You say such fucking sexy things, sometimes," he murmured, his voice muffled against Kyle's skin. Then a grin spread across his face. "But... actually, that's not exactly true. There's one way left." "There is?" "Mmhmm... I'll show you," Dean replied, nibbling his neck, but then stopped as a sudden sound reached his ears. Dean and Kyle blinked at each other in a moment of confusion, then they both glared at Kyle's cellphone on the nightstand, buzzing and blaring out the theme from 'Death Note'. Dean flopped back on the bed with a sigh. "Aw, man... Don't answer it. Just turn it off." "It's Sadie. She was about to break up with her boyfriend last night." Kyle made an apologetic face. "I told her to call if she needed to talk." "Okay... go ahead," Dean smiled. Kyle grabbed the phone and answered it. "Hey, what's up? Oh... don't cry... I'll be right over, okay? Okay, just sight tight. Bye." He turned to Dean, nibbling worriedly on his lower lip. "Dean, she's really upset, I..." Dean silenced him with a quick kiss. "It's okay. I understand. You're just being a good friend. Just as long as I have your undivided attention tonight." "I promise. And..." Kyle traced Dean's lower lip with his finger. "...remember to show me that... other thing tonight." Dean laughed. "It will be my pleasure, gorgeous." ****** Kyle smiled sympathetically at Sadie when she opened the door. She was a famous beauty at campus, but she didn't look at all like herself. Her mouth, usually smiling was now turned sadly down, the dark brown skin on her lovely, oval face was streaked with tears and she was dressed in baggy, shapeless clothes. "He came for his stuff this morning," she mumbled as Kyle hugged her. "I should have burned it. The son of a bitch. He cheated on me." "So you said," Kyle said, moving her to sit on the bed. "Who was it? Do you know?" "More like who wasn't it," she huffed angrily. "Every willing thing with tits." Besides Dean, Kyle considered Sadie his closest friend. They met at an art class, and hit it off right away. She was a wonderful girl, but sadly enough she had a lousy taste in men. This was the third time she'd caught a boyfriend cheating. "I'm really sorry, Sadie," Kyle said as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "My own fault," she sniffed. "I knew he was no good. I just never trust my instincts. I get blinded by the packaging." A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. "In my defense, though, he did have a very impressive package." They laughed together. Sadie grabbed a tissue and wiped her face. "I'm gonna get revenge on his ass. I'll go find him, slip him something, and when he's passed out I'll write OUT OF ORDER on his wang with permanent marker." "No you won't," Kyle laughed. "You always say you'll get revenge, but you never do. You're too sweet." "Yeah, I know." She grabbed a bag of jellybeans, picked out a few and threw them into her mouth. Kyle shook his head when she offered him some. Shrugging, she picked out a couple more and chewed with relish. "Hey," she said, turning to him. "Why don't we go out tonight, just you and I? Have fun, dance a little and get shitfaced on shooters?" "I'm sorry, I can't," Kyle murmured, coloring a little. "I have a date." "Oh, yeah? And who's the little bitch who has the nerve hogging you when I'm depressed?" Sadie demanded, nudging him with her elbow. Smiling, Kyle looked down at his hands. "Dean." Sadie stopped chewing her jellybeans and stared at him. "Dean's the little bitch?" she asked after a few seconds. Kyle started laughing loudly. "Kyle... are you gay?" she continued. "Yes!" Kyle said, shaking and doubling up with laughter. "I'm so gay!" The corners of Sadie's mouth began twitching. She began laughing too, so hard that she dropped the bag of jellybeans and the contents spilled over the floor in a multicolored cascade, which only made them laugh harder. "When did this happen?" Sadie asked, then began laughing again. "Not you being gay, I mean... ha ha... you and Dean?" Still chuckling, Kyle wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. "Last night... after the party." He smiled happily at her. "We love each other, Sadie." "I'm glad at least one of us has good luck with men," she grinned. She got a slightly perverted look on her face. "So? Did you...?" Kyle blushed. "Ah, you did! Come on, let's hear all the nasty details!" "Forget it, Sadie! That's personal." "Mean," she pouted. "But you did manage to cheer me up. Thanks." "Anytime. Sorry we can't go out." "Don't worry about it. I'll just stay here, binge on candy and watch a couple of movies, then call Ben and call him a son of a bitch. I'll be as good as new tomorrow. You just have fun, and tell Dean from me that if he doesn't treat you right I'm gonna kick his ass." "Okay," Kyle laughed, hugging her. ****** It was almost time to go out. Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, Kyle carefully tried to arrange his hair to look artfully messy. He had spent some time choosing clothes, and had decided on a midnight blue shirt with black jeans, and a black leather bracelet Dean had given him once. He thought he looked pretty good, and hoped he wouldn't look too bad standing next to Dean. Dean looked fantastic no matter what he wore. Stepping out of the bathroom, he took one look at Dean and felt like melting into a puddle. Somehow, he looked sexier than ever. He was dressed in a black polo shirt with epaulette straps on the shoulders, faded black jeans and the scuffed pair of Dr Martens he always wore. His green eyes gleamed as he looked at Kyle. They didn't say anything for a few seconds, then simultaneously they stepped up to each other and crushed their mouths together. "Screw the date," Dean panted in between kisses. "Let's just stay here so I can ravage you." "No way," Kyle laughed. "This was your idea, so now... we are going out." "Me and my big mouth." "Well... we don't have to stay out too late, do we?" "Fuck no." ****** They went for dinner at a small Chinese place that they both liked, then went to see a movie. It was supposed to be a comedy, but hardly anyone was laughing. It was possibly the worst movie either of them had ever seen. But they had fun together, quietly heckling it and discreetly touching each other. After the movie they decided to go for a few drinks at one of their regular places. Only a few minutes after arriving there they saw Sam, Juan and Ray walking through the front door. They were tactful enough, though, not to sit down at their table, but not tactful enough to refrain from staring with moronic grins from their seats a few tables over, and laughing when Dean glared at them. When Kyle went to the bathroom Dean ordered another beer and a shot of tequila, which he swallowed right away. Seeing Sam had reminded him of their conversation this morning, and that there was still something he needed to talk to Kyle about. It was best to get it out of the way as soon as possible, but he was nervous. There was this special look Kyle had in his eyes whenever he looked at Dean. Like he was the most wonderful person in existence. He was scared that Kyle wouldn't look at him like that anymore once he'd told him about his past. When Kyle returned they danced for a while, then sat down again. Kyle raised his eyebrows when Dean quickly downed more shooters. "Don't you think you should slow down?" "What for?" Dean grinned. "I'm fine. You should speed up, instead. You've been nursing that beer for twenty minutes." A tall, blonde guy passing their table stopped suddenly. "Hey, Kyle! Long time no see!" "Josh!" As Kyle got up and hugged him, Dean felt a flash of jealousy surge through his body. He glared darkly at the guy called Josh. "How have you been?" Josh asked Kyle. "I've been great. You?" "Same shit, different day. Mom got remarried for the second time yesterday. To a guy five years older than me." "Wow," Kyle smiled. "Yeah. Who's your friend?" Kyle turned to Dean with a proud smile which made Dean's jealousy settle. "This is my boyfriend, Dean." Josh shook Dean's hand. "Nice to meet you. You're a lucky bastard. He is one talented kisser." Kyle became red as a beet and Dean had to clench his fists to keep from wrapping them around Josh's throat and throttle him. Someone called Josh's name from the door. "Look, I gotta go, my date's waiting for me. It was great seeing you, Kyle." "Yeah, see you." As Josh hurried away Dean turned to Kyle. "Who the fuck was that prick? 'Talented kisser'?!' "He's the son of my stepdad's co-worker. We used to hang out sometimes, a couple of years back. And..." Kyle looked embarrassed. "...we kissed once. But I wasn't really into him." "And that was all it was?" My Kyle Ch. 02 "Yes," Kyle frowned. "Really?" "Yes, really!" "Apparently you were into him enough to use your 'talents'," Dean sneered. "It was just one kiss, years ago. What the hell's wrong with you?" "Nothing. I'm just peachy," Dean said raising his hand to signal the waitress. Kyle reached over and pulled his hand down. "You've had enough for now." "Oh, are you going to start acting like my ball and chain?" "No, but apparently you're going to start acting like sort of an asshole. Do you want to go for complete asshole, or do you want to tell me what's wrong?" Dean sighed and rubbed his forehead. This was so not going well... "I'm sorry." He took Kyle's hand and rubbed it softly with his thumb. "I'm really sorry." "I've never seen you act like this before," Kyle said quietly. "I've never felt like this before. It's uncharted territory for me." "It is for me, too, you know." "I know. I'm sorry. It's just... the thought of that guy kissing you made me see red. I didn't mean to act like a jealous asshole. And..." he took a deep breath. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you, but I've been kind of nervous about it." "What is it?" "I... damn, this is hard. Okay. I told you I came out when I was sixteen, right?" "Yeah." "Well... Like most guys that age, I had a... big appetite." He paused, sighing. "I slept around... a lot. I guess that's quite normal, but I did several things I'm not proud of. I slept with some married men... I had a few steady boyfriends, but I cheated on every one of them. Repeatedly. Without ever thinking twice about it. I kept it up until eighteen." "What happened then?" "My mom found out that my dad had been cheating on her. I was going down to the kitchen late one night, and I saw her sitting there, crying. I was so angry at him for what he did to her. And then there was this little voice inside my head that said that this is what I'd been doing to people too. After that, I swore I would never do anything like that again." Kyle smiled. "You've been worried about telling me this? Dean, I know you would never cheat on me or anything." "I would rather die. But it's not just that... I was afraid you'd think less of me, I guess." "Because of something you did in your past? I wouldn't do that. I know what kind of person you are." Dean took Kyle's hand in both of his and kissed it. He felt a little stupid now for worrying about telling Kyle this. He should have known that Kyle would never judge him for something like that. "He's such an angel," he thought. "So..." Kyle cleared his throat and gave Dean a coy smile. "...what do you say to heading home?" "I say what the hell are we waiting for? Let's go." ****** As soon as they stumbled through the door and managed to lock it, Dean pushed Kyle up against it and attacked his mouth. Kyle whimpered and wrapped one leg around Dean's waist to allow Dean to grind into him as the made out. Dean grabbed Kyle's ass and squeezed hard, making him gasp. Stepping away from the door, they began pulling and tearing at their clothes, so desperate to get rid of them that a few buttons on Kyle's shirt were ripped off in the process and clattered away across the floor like Sadie's jellybeans. With every last piece of clothing finally laid in a pile on the floor, they fell onto the bed, Dean rolling on top of Kyle, taking one of his nipples in his mouth. Moaning, Kyle lightly raked his nails over Dean's back, causing him to shudder with pleasure. Moving his mouth to pleasure the other nipple, Dean burrowed one hand in between their bodies and wrapped his hand around Kyle's already leaking erection. Kyle cried out and bucked, trying to thrust into his hand. "Roll over, baby," Dean whispered huskily. "Huh...?" "I had something to show you, remember?" Kyle did as he asked. Licking his lips, Dean ran his hands over the smooth back, down to the gorgeous little butt. He draped himself over Kyle and rubbed his cock between his crack a little before moving down, kissing the perfect skin over Kyle's spine, and stopping at the small of his back. Kyle whimpered into the pillow when he realized what Dean had in mind. Putting his hands on his ass, Dean gently spread his cheeks. Leaning down, he kissed the tight rosebud before slipping his tongue out to lick the soft skin. He traced his tongue around the rim, relishing the sounds of Kyle's panting and whimpering. "Oh... Oh, god, Dean..." Dean began pushing with the tip of his tongue against the opening. It took a few seconds, then it relaxed enough for the tongue to slip inside. Kyle cried out and moaned into the pillow as Dean thrust his tongue into his hole. He began to tremble, and Dean pulled away. "No!" Kyle sobbed. "Please... don't stop." "Shh... I'll make you feel good." Dean grabbed a condom and lube. Coating his fingers, he slipped two inside Kyle, then added one more as soon as Kyle felt loosened enough. "Dean... now... please!" "Sit up for a second." Sitting up, Kyle watched as Dean scooted up to the front of the bed to sit against the wall. He rolled the condom onto his shaft, coated it with lube and held out his arms to Kyle. "Come here." Panting, Kyle straddled Dean's lap and positioned his slick cock at his entrance. Leaning his forehead against Dean's he pressed down until the head popped in. "Nnnn...!" Kyle held still for a few seconds, adjusting to Dean's size. Then he slammed his hips down hard, fully impaling himself on Dean's shaft, causing both of them to cry out. "Oh, god... oh, shit... you feel so..." Dean babbled as Kyle moaned and buried his face in Dean's neck, rotating his hips. Dean took his face in his hands and kissed him hard as Kyle threw his arms around Dean's shoulders and began to move up and down. Kyle rode him as hard as he could, crying out over and over as Dean thrust up into him. Dean wrapped his arms around Kyle, pulling him tight against his body, trapping Kyle's cock in between them. "Dean... ah! I... oh, yes...!" Kyle felt as if he would lose his mind with pleasure. Dean's hard cock inside him, thrusting against his sweet spot, the friction on his own, the feeling of being pressed up tight against Dean's sweaty body as Dean's hand's roamed all over his back, his hips, his ass... He knew he couldn't take much more. As Dean bit down on his shoulder he finally lost it. Screaming, he came violently, his seed spurting between their bodies as he thrashed uncontrollable on Dean's lap. "Oh, god... god! Oh, I'm coming, Kyle... KYLE!!!" Dean trust up hard into Kyle's contracting tunnel as he exploded, filling the condom with his seed. His hips kept making small, shallow thrusts for minutes after last of his semen was released. Kyle lay limp against his chest, breathing heavily. When Dean began to soften, Kyle managed shakily to move off him and flopped weakly down on the bed. Dean got up to dispose of the condom and grabbed a towel to wipe Kyle and himself off. As he climbed back in bed, Kyle sighed happily and snuggled up to him. Dean smiled and wrapped his arm around him. "Dean... will it always be like this?" Dean kissed his forehead. "Of course it will, gorgeous." "I love you so much." "I love you, too." He smiled to himself. "You know, it occurred to me just now that I was wrong." "Hmm?" "There's still one way of being inside you left." Kyle looked up at him, blinking. "What do you mean?" "I mean we could go get tested, and make love without a condom." "Oh..." Kyle smiled. "You know, there was something that occurred to me, too..." "What?" "Well, with all the... distractions and interruptions earlier today, I was thinking maybe we could start looking for an apartment. Then we would have more... privacy." Smiling, Dean pressed his lips against Kyle's. "That sounds like a really good idea to me." Kyle pulled Dean down for another kiss, then giggled when he felt Dean beginning to get hard again. "It's your fault," he chuckled. "You're the one who's doing this to me, being so damn irresistible." "I'm not complaining," Kyle laughed. Dean nibbled on his earlobe. "Have enough energy left for one more time?" he whispered into Kyle's ear. Kyle smiled softly. "Always."