Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2005 20:56:09 EDT
From: ICONvsICON@aol.com
Subject: Marcus and Kyle 2 - Chapter 1

Marcus and Kyle:
A Shift in the Orbit
by Christian Mitchell

Chapter One

    I was not nervous about attending my first day of classes at UCLA.  I was
excited about beginning the fall semester.  I had looked forward to college
for quite some time.  I was eager to continue my educational career.  School
had always been relatively easy for me.  Based on my high school experience, I
anticipated success as a student.

    The summer of 2001 had been filled with days of hanging out with my best
friends from high school.  We took advantage of every opportunity to spend
time together before each of us ventured off to college.  And when it was time to
officially say good-bye it was more emotional than any of us could have
predicted.  However, we had promised to stay in touch and not allow time to erode
the friendships that we had established as young children.

    The season had also provided me with fond memories of my blossoming
relationship with Kyle.  I absolutely loved him with all my heart.  And I knew that
he loved me just as much as I loved him.  A day did not pass without
vocalizing our feelings for each other.  Kisses were frequent and numerous.  Neither
Kyle nor I ever needed a reason to give the other a quick kiss.  It was an
expression of our love that we enjoyed performing without sexual intentions.

    Living together supplied us with the good fortune of getting to know each
other better.  Despite the fact that we had been best friends for ten years,
we discovered traits that we had not been aware of prior to living together.
Kyle liked to have the television on every night when he fell asleep.  I
didn't mind, but Kyle learned that the volume needed to be set at a reasonably low
level, otherwise I paid attention to the screen rather than falling asleep.

    We continued to have sex four or five times a week.  Yet the duration of
activity had increased to over two hours nearly every time we had sex.  A
quickie usually lasted about thirty minutes in length.  Kyle and I were surprised
that our sexual appetites had grown over time.  We expected time to diminish
the desire to have sex frequently.  So we learned to initiate sex fairly early
to avoid fatigue and lack of motivation the following day.

    Naturally, many of our habits remained constant.  Kyle liked to be held
while we slept.  I would situate myself behind him and wrap one arm around his
waist and rest the other on his shoulder.  He would tightly squeeze his arms
to his chest and hold my hand while he quickly drifted to sleep.  Sometimes I
glanced at him while he slept and it always made me happy to see a smile on his
face.  I felt good about the fact that I was able to keep Kyle happy and
satisfied.  I adored the idea that I was able to accomplish this even while he was
completely unconscious.

    Often it was difficult for me to quickly fall asleep.  My mind wandered
with thoughts that I analyzed or entertained myself with.  I liked to lay in
bed and watch Kyle as I tried to fall asleep.  I felt safe with him in my arms.
Once I concentrated on how much I loved him I was able to close my eyes and
rest for the night.


    Kyle was nestled up against my chest when the alarm clock announced the
first day of class.  It was nearly six o'clock in the morning.

    I allowed myself to sleep longer because I knew that Kyle's alarm would
omit a piercing tone five minutes later.  Then the alarm on the radio would
follow with very loud hip hop music that caused each of us to jump out of bed and
sprint across the room to turn off the stereo.  The action always inspired
each of us to finally begin the new day.

    I quickly showered while Kyle prepared breakfast.  I threw on a pair of
jeans and a faded green t-shirt while our kitten Lycus played with my shoes.
As soon as I managed to tie the laces without the cat drawing blood, Kyle
called out to me.

    He smiled when I entered the kitchen.  "Did the shower wake you up?"

    "Yes," I replied with a kiss.  "I need my first cup of coffee though."

    We seated ourselves at the glass table and prepared to read USA Today.  I
sipped the hot coffee and poured soy milk into my bowl of All Bran cereal.
Once I was chewing my first spoonful of food Lycus jumped onto the table.  Kyle
quickly grabbed her and set the cat on the floor.

    "I can't wait to see what kind of mess we might return home to after
school."

    I nodded.  "No, kidding.  She'll have full run of the apartment."

    "Are you anxious about starting school?"

    "No," I answered.  "Are you?"

    "A little."

    "Oh, baby," I smiled.  "I told you that everything is going to be fine.
Don't get too worked up.  Besides, you already know some of the guys on your
football team."

    "I know.  But this will be the first day that we don't spend most of the
day together."

    He was right.  We did spend a lot of time together on a daily basis.
"Yeah, but this is the natural course of events.  At some point we might try to
kill each other, if we spend too much time together."

    Kyle sighed.  "Yeah, I know.  I'm going to miss you though."

    I smiled and grabbed his hand.  "I'm going to miss you, too.  But we can
look forward to seeing each other when we return home."

    We finished eating breakfast and I rinsed the dishes.  Kyle made sure
that Lycus had food and water for the day.

    My first class was earlier than Kyle's scheduled courses.  He walked me
to the door.  "Have a good day."

    I looked into his piercing blue eyes and smiled.  "You, too."

    He pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me.  "I love you."

    "I love you more."


    For the most part, each of my professors simply introduced themselves to
the students and outlined the syllabus for the semester.  I quickly became
bored by the routine and I let my mind wander.

    I did miss Kyle throughout the day.  He made me extremely happy.  I loved
him very much.  It was difficult for me to describe to friends how much I was
in love with Kyle.  Our bond seemed to be fueled by destiny.  And as much as
I tried to avoid using romantic metaphors such as fate and soul mates, I
believed that I could not express the true extent of my love for Kyle without using
powerful sentiments.

    We were careful not to rush into acting as if we were a married couple.
Initially, we did tell each other that we loved each other.  Yet we had
discussed the idea of being in love versus falling in love.  When I knew for certain
that I was falling in love with Kyle I told him.  He responded with his own
statement of love for me.  As time progressed we eventually told each other
exactly how we felt about one another.  I did not question that Kyle was the
first true love of my life.  And when he told me that he felt the same way about
me I did not doubt that what he was saying was the absolute truth.

    One aspect of our relationship that never ceased to amaze me was our
ability to experience absolute silence without feeling awkward about the fact that
we were not engaged in conversation.  We could watch television or eat dinner
or simply lounge around the apartment and not feel odd about the fact that we
were not talking to each other.  In such situations my habit was to nervously
laugh aloud to penetrate the silent atmosphere.  I never felt the urge to do
so when Kyle and I sat in silence, gazing into each other's comfortably.

    When Kyle told me that he loved me I could feel each word infiltrate
every molecule of my being.  I did not simply hear sweet words of endearment.  I
experienced the power of his emotions when he said each word to me.  I never
questioned how much he truly loved me.  I knew that he loved me more than I
could possibly comprehend without comparing it to the love that I felt for him.

    Kyle seemed to react the same way when I told him that I loved him.  He
would smile from ear to ear and sort of hold his arms against his chest as if
my words were embracing him.  His face would light up so brightly that the room
seemed to be illuminated by his happiness.  And I absolutely loved to see his
reaction because he appeared to transform into a joyful young boy without a
single care in the world.

    At times I was surprised by the love that we shared.  "Wow," I would
exclaim to myself.  "I can not believe how much we sincerely love each other!"  I
was truly amazing.

    We also expressed the strength of our love during sex.  Intense sessions
of lovemaking always seemed to overwhelm each of us.  It was not uncommon for
the passion to become so extreme that one of us would have to restrain the
other so that we could catch our breath.  I would look into his eyes and
repeatedly take deep breaths as if I was trying to overcome suffocation.  He'd watch
me intently and caress my body or kiss me gently.  As soon as I composed myself
we would continue making love with equal or increased power.

    I stunned myself with my eagerness to do things I never thought I would
do during sex.  I had tasted every inch of his body.  I knew all the trigger
spots that sent him into ecstasy.  I even discovered new spots that he never
knew existed.

    Sex had always seemed to be a rather rushed event with the girls that I
had dated.  Yet I never objected to long sessions that lasted two hours or
longer when Kyle and I had sex.  If he wanted, I would have continued much longer.

    It turned me on to hear Kyle moan and pant with each thrust of my cock
deep into his body.  I loved to feel his arms wrapped around my shoulders,
pulling me tight against him as he rocked back and forth on his back.  And when he
told me that he loved me while I fucked him I always answered with the same
words and a passionate kiss.

    Laughter during sex was not unusual.  Occasionally, he and I would say or
do something that caused each of us to break into fits of hysterical giggles.
 And we would laugh and laugh until we nearly cried.  Once we regained
self-control, we returned to having sex just as passionately as we had prior to
laughing our asses off.

    Yes, I was truly happy.  I had no complaints regarding Kyle or our
relationship.  I would not have changed a single thing about him or our union.
Everything seemed to be absolutely perfect.