Style - Experimentation

Chapter 15

Kyle and Stan go downstairs where Stan's mom is making waffles. 

"Good morning, boys. You are just in time. Sit."

They both sit. Kyle gets a glass of milk and Stan gets a glass of orange juice. Stan's mother sets plates of waffles in front of them both. 

"Thank you." Kyle smiles.

"Of course. Eat up."

They devour their food as Stan's mom cleans some dishes.

Stan's mom turns to Stan, "Sweetie, are you and Wendy going to prom next week?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Do you have a suit?"

"I was just gonna wear something casual."

"You can't wear casual clothes to your senior prom, Stanley."

"Why not?"

"Just because that's how it works. We will need to get you a suit. Kyle, you're wearing a suit to prom, right?"

"Yeah," Kyle responds without looking at either of them.

Stan looks confused, "You're going to prom?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Cause you're single- Oh. I forgot about Bebe..."

Stan's mom looks at Kyle, "A girlfriend? It's about time! Congrats."

"Mom..."

"What's the matter, Stanley? I'm just congratulating him."

"Ugh... whatever." Stan gets up and leaves the room.

"What's his problem?" Stan's mom tilts her head.

"I don't know."

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Stan marches up into his room and shuts the door. He wasn't entirely sure why he was so bothered by Bebe.

Kyle's phone buzzes on the laundry pile he had thrown his phone on. Stan picks it up. He doesn't know the password but he can see the notification pop up. It's a text message.

Bebe: Hey, you might want to get some condoms if this keeps up ;) Bring some to prom just in case~

"What..? Why would he need condoms... Is he gonna sleep with Bebe at prom? He can't..."

The door opens and Stan hides Kyle's phone. "Hey, Stan. Are you okay? You seemed upset..."

"Yeah, I just have a headache."

"Do you want me to get you some water?"

"Yeah, actually that would be great."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

As soon as Kyle leaves Stan pulls out both of their phones. He takes a picture of the message on Kyle's phone with his own. Then he returns the phone to the laundry pile.

Kyle returns, "Here you go, Stan. I got you a cup of water and some Advil if you want it."

"Do you know how birds feed their kids? I hear it makes taking medicine easier."

"What? This is a pill, Stan. Advil."

"But I need help taking my medicine, Kyle. Momma-bird it to me."

"What? Ew! No!"

"Guess I'll just suffer from his headache forever..."

Kyle rolls his eyes and pops a couple of pills into his mouth. He grabs Stan's face and uses his tongue to push the pills into his mouth. "There, now drink." 

Stan takes a few gulps of water and sets the glass down. He shuts the door to his room.

"Stan? Why did you shut the door?"

"That was really sexy, Kyle. I want more. I want to taste your tongue again."

"Stan!" Kyle covers his red face. He is both embarrassed and angry.

Stan walks up to Kyle and puts his hands on the taller boy's hips. 

Kyle gives in and wraps his arms around Stan's shoulders. They stand in the center of Stan's room making out. 

Kyle loved the physical things that they did, but he really wanted more than that. He wanted to go on dates and talk about things while looking up at the stars. Really connecting, on more than just a physical and sexual level.