Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2006 14:53:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Lusty <lustyville@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Science of Us-Part10. Too Much Talking (Kyle)

   I walked in my house with the hope that I could control the
stupid smile I knew was plastered on my face, but I had no such
luck. I peeped in the family room to say hello to my parents and
my little sister. My mother noticed the smile immediately.

     "So who is the lucky lady?"

     "Huh?" I tried to wipe the smile off my face, but it refused
to budge. I was smiling from the inside out and there was no
stopping it.

     "Who is the girl who has you so smitten? Nick told us you
were going on a date with someone."

     I mentally cursed at Nick, but the stupid smile still
remained. "It's no one. I just went to hang out with a friend."

     That was when my sister decided to pipe up. "But Nick's your
only friend." She said it like she knew what she was talking
about, but I knew she didn't. I had other friends at school. It's
not my fault I didn't hang out with them a lot outside of school.
They were always doing something, like working or going to
parties, and Nick and I didn't do many parties.

     "I have other friends you little retard."

     My father decided to join the conversation. "Don't call your
sister names." My sister gave me a dumb ass smirk.

     "Yes, Dad." I turned to walk away. I should have known it
wouldn't be that easy.

     My mother yelled behind me, "Come back! We're not done." I
turned around in the entrance and leaned against the wall. I knew
my smile was finally fading. "So who is she?" My mother was
almost giddy.

     "Can we talk about this later?"

     "Why?" she asked.

     "Because I'm tired and I don't want to talk about this right
now."

     My sister teased, "Kyle has a girlfriend."

     I looked at her and said, "Grow up!"

     She made her usual stank face and told me, "You first!" Then
she stuck her tongue out. She was such a brat. She was also
Daddy's little girl, so she got away with everything. I was
tempted to tell her to fuck off, but I knew my mother would have
a bitch fest and my father would probably jump up and hit me. It
would have been a good distraction from my mother's inquisition,
but I was having too great of a night to end it with a family
fight.

     My gaze went back to my mother. "Mom, can we please talk
about this tomorrow?"

     "Fine, honey, but I'm going to hold you to it."

     "Okay. Goodnight everyone." I walked to the stairs and the
thoughts of my date returned along with my cheesy smile. It felt
like I was floating up the stairs. I was high on love, and a
little bit of beer. I opened the door to my bedroom and there was
Nick, sprawled out across my bed. "What the fuck are you doing
here?"

     He sat up on the bed and looked at me as I closed the door
behind me. "Well it's nice to see you, too." He got a huge grin
on his face.

     "What?"

     "You are grinning like a fucking Cheshire cat! What did you
do?"

     "So what are you doing here anyway?"

     "I got tired of waiting for you to call, so I came over to
wait here. I wanted to see the look on your face, and now I see
it. I know you had a good time tonight!" I don't know how, but
his grin got wider.

     "Why didn't my parents tell me you were up here?"

     "Do they ever? I'm like their third child. Now stop trying
to change the subject and tell me what happened! I'm dying here."

     I was dying, too. I felt like I might burst if I didn't tell
him what happened, so I just blurted out, "I kissed him."

     "You kissed him!" Nick shouted across the room.

     "Will you keep your voice down? What if someone hears you?"
I walked to the bed and sat down next to him.

     "Whew! I take it you had a little liquid courage. What did
your parents say when they smelled you?"

     "Haha. I never got that close to them. You can't smell it
that well. Can you? I only had two beers."

     "Your breath is laced with that shit. What happened? You
know you don't drink, Kyle. Is that why you kissed him?"

     "That's only part of the reason. Shut up and let me tell you
the story." I told him almost every detail of my date, beginning
with my time with John. He seemed jealous that someone else was
there for me in my time of need. I let him know it was his fault,
and he said he thought I was being a baby and he didn't realize
that I needed him. He apologized for leaving me, and I continued
with the story. I told him about the dinner, and the
conversation. I told him about Kyle's secret mansion. Then I got
to the juicy part. I described how I drunk two beers quickly to
give myself some courage and a legitimate excuse for any
uncharacteristic behavior.

     When I told him how I kissed Pat, he teasingly said, "Eww!"
I then told him how my parents called and he told me that was his
fault. He said, "When I came down here, your parents expected to
see you with me. When you weren't, I had to tell them that you
went out with a friend. You know how they are. They freaked and
called you."

     "They said you told them I was on a date!"

     A devilish grin crept across his face and he said, "Those
words might have come out at some point."

     I pushed his shoulder. "Whatever. Just shut up and let me
finish my story." I gave him details of how I felt as Pat drove
me home. I felt so good that I could feel it in my bones. I told
him how we didn't need to say anything to each other because just
being together was enough. He laughed and said I had it bad.

     When I told him that I gave Pat a goodnight kiss, he
exclaimed, "You didn't!"

     "I did!"

     "You are really becoming too much! I can't believe you did
that, any of that. What happened to the shy guy who was only
assertive when people were bullying me? Where is he? Will I ever
see him again?"

     "Shut up!"

     "So you have a boyfriend now?"

     "I don't know. We didn't talk about it and I'm not sure if I
want to put a name on it quite yet."

     "Are you going to tell your parents?"

     "Are you crazy?"

     "You're going to have to tell them someday."

     "I know, but I'm not ready yet. Besides, it isn't anything
right now. We're just two guys getting to know each other
better."

     "I know exactly what you mean. You're just two guys who kind
of dig each other, and sort of made out. It's definitely
nothing." I hated when he was sarcastic.

     "Shut up!" I had to go to the bathroom so I stood up. "I
have to take a piss. Are you spending the night?" He pointed to
his bookbag. "You brought your books." He shook his head and I
shook mine. He was spending the night. He already had clothes at
my house, so whenever he brought his bookbag over after his
`homework time' he usually just spent the night. I went to the
bathroom and took a piss. Then I brushed my teeth and went back
to my room. Nick was stripped down to his boxers. He was sitting
at my computer talking to someone online.

     I shut the door behind me and stripped to my boxers as well.
"I have so much work to do!" I went to the place where my bookbag
should be, but it wasn't there. It took me a few minutes to think
about what I did with the bag. I thought about the events of the
night and the last place I remembered having the bag was Pat's
car. Damn! I didn't take the bag out at the diner, or Pat's
house, or when I got home. Hmm. That's the only place I could
have left it. Maybe I should call him.

     "What are you doing?" I came back to reality and realized
that I had basically frozen in my spot. I bent down to pick up my
book bag where I thought it should be and my brain started
thinking of where it was before my brain told my body to stand up
straight. I looked over at Nick and he was sitting at the
computer, but he wasn't looking at the screen, instead, he was
staring at me. I stood up straight.

     "I left my bag in Pat's car."

     He smiled. "I taught you well."

     "Shut up. It wasn't like that. I really forgot it. I guess I
was distracted."

     "Right."

     "I'm serious!"

     "And I believe you." The look on his face and the tone in
his voice told me he was full of shit.

     "Shut up!"

     "Okay. Okay." He turned back to the computer.

     "Do you think I should call him?"

     "Didn't you just tell me to shut up?"

     "You know I didn't mean it. Come on! Tell me what I should
do."

     "Call him."

     "You think I should?"

     "No, but you want to do it, so do it."

     "You don't think I should call him?" By now I was pacing
back and forth.

     "I can't tell you what to do."

     "Yes you can! Now tell me, please."

     "Call him."

     "Okay." I reached in my pocket and took out my cell.

     "No, don't!"

     "What?"

     He turned to look at me and gave a little chuckle. "I'm just
fucking with your head. Call him."

     "You sure?" He gave me a look that let me know he wasn't
going to answer the question.

     His face relaxed some. "So you guys exchanged numbers?"

     "Not exactly." I saw the question on his face. "His number
is on the hockey roster, and I kind of wrote it down and stored
it in my phone a year ago." The smirk on his face told me I
needed further explanation. "Just in case I ever needed it."

     "You are pitiful." He shook his head. "I'll try to be quiet
while you talk to him."

     "Thanks." I scrolled through the phone numbers until I
reached his, which was named ML, short for My Love. I laughed at
myself when I thought about how corny I used to be. Nick would
probably say that I'm still just as corny, but I think I've made
progress. I decided to lay down on my bed so I could relax while
I talked to him. Anyway, I called Pat and he answered the phone
after two rings.

     "Hello."

     "Hi, Pat. This is Kyle."

     "Kyle, who?"

     "Kyle Masters." I heard laughter coming from his side.

     "I know. Haha. That was way too easy." There was a short
pause. I couldn't say anything because the butterflies in my
stomach had traveled up and were blocking my voice, literally
choking it in my throat. "So, um, I made it home safe." I was
still speechless. "Did you know you left your bag in my car?"

     Gone was the assertive, take action Kyle, and back was the
reserved, hesitant Kyle. "Mm-hmm," was all I managed to say to
him.

     "You want me to give it to you in the morning?"

     "Mm-hmm."

     "Are you going to say anything other than mm-hmm?"

     "Mm-hmm."

     "Ooookay."

     Then it just came out. "I've had your number in my phone for
a year. I copied it off the hockey team roster. You seemed like a
cool guy. It's not that I liked you or anything. Not saying that
I don't like you now. I mean, I like you. No, that's not what I
meant. I mean I do like you, but I'm not supposed to be telling
you though. I don't want us to try to label what we are yet. Are
we something? I think we should get to know each better before we
make that decision. I had a great time tonight. Did I tell you
that? I should shut up, but my mouth keeps moving and words keep
coming out. See. I can't help it. I just." I happened to look up
and Nick was staring at me. He mouthed, `Shut up.' I stopped
talking.

     "Are you done?"

     "Yes. I'm sorry."

     "It's okay. You sound cute when you babble." I blushed and
somehow I thought that he could hear it through the phone. "I had
a great time, too, and I agree that we should take our time to
figure out what's going on."

     "Okay."

     "Well I'm about to go to bed. What time do you want to meet
up in the morning?"

     "How's 7:30? We can meet at the main entrance."

     "Sounds good, so I guess I'll see you in the morning."

     "Okay, bye Pat."

     "Bye." He hung up.

     "You pervert!" I looked over at Nick and he was looking at
my hand. I don't know when it happened, but at some point, I
slipped my hand in my boxers and was absent-mindedly stroking my
dick. I quickly moved my hand.

     "Like you haven't seen it before! If you were at your own
house you wouldn't have this problem."

     "Whatever. Scoot over and we can both do it." Music to my
ears. I moved to my side of the bed and pulled down my boxers.
Nick walked over and got on his side. He pulled down his boxers.
We both started stroking. My thoughts were planted firmly on Pat,
and I'm sure Nick was thinking about Britney, but he would never
admit it.


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