Before he cheats

Kyle loves Eric

I inserted a dollar bill into the vending machine when Kyle ran toward me and nudged me on the arm. He was carrying his library book in one arm and tilting his glasses with his free hand. Yes, Kyle has reading glasses, which I think looks stunning on him.

"Dude, we have to transform to another location for our tutoring. The band members have to practice for the upcoming football game." 

"Where are we supposed to go then?"

Kyle glared at me. "At my house, tonight. No one would be there, and we will be alone," I was going to be alone with Kyle Broflovski in his home. Well, I might as get on with it and regret it later.

"If you insist, Kyle," I told him as I retrieve my candy from the vending machine.

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"Do you want any drinks or snacks before we get started?" Kyle asked piling up his clothes in the wastebasket in his room. We were completely alone in his room, with dim lights and an 80's rock music playing in the background on his iPad. Is this supposed to be a study date?

"Anything, it doesn't matter," I replied watching him bending down and picking up his wastebasket. "just as long it isn't anything Jewish-related."

Kyle scoffed hotly, pulling back a curl from his forehead. "This is my house and eat what I serve you, Eric!"

"Fine, whatever." I waved lazily at him and flipped a page to a math book. Kyle murmured under his breath and walked out of the door, leaving me excited and nervous. I closed the book, tossing it off the bed. I went to observe his room for old time sakes. I got up from the bed and scan through Kyle's room, inhaling the delicious aroma as I scroll down to memory lane. It has been ages since I have been in his room. Everything looked the same except for a picture that is me sticking out of the dresser drawer. Kyle has a picture of me? Since when? Before I could take it out, Kyle gasped behind me, holding a tray of mini sandwiches and two plastic cups and a bottle of wine.

What the hell.

"Kahl, can you please explain to me why you have a picture of me in your dresser drawer?" I asked in confusion, happy and confused as to why he has it. Before I could answer again, Kyle did the unthinkable. 

He placed the tray down on the floor, grabbing my collar shirt and smashed his lips into mine. 

Kyle kissed me.

I melted into the kiss as I kissed back, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. How I dream about kissing him like this, holding him in my arms in his home. I slide my tongue inside his mouth, tracing his perfectly white teeth and gum. Kyle moaned muffled, gripping his fists around my collar tightly. I wish we could do this forever. 

Kyle broke off the kiss and let go of me, wiping saliva tracks with the back of his hand shakily. 

What just happened? 

"Kahl?" 

Kyle shook his head frantically, embracing himself tightly. "I have the picture of you because I have fallen deeply in love with you, okay. I've always loved you, you piece of shit," Kyle admitted sharply, gritting his teeth, "and I know you love Stan and planning on marrying him, but I can't help loving you, Eric. And I asked your mom for that picture, in case you're wondering."

Kyle and I stood in the room in silence while The Way You Make Me Feel plays in the background.