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."
