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Stan could stop and think: Kyle exists, and just that would make his heart inflate.

“Yes,” Kyle says. “Go slow.”

“I will, baby,” Stan says, and he snorts. “Sorry,” he says when Kyle peeks at him, grinning in disbelief. “I don't know why I said that.”

“It sounded pretty stupid, dude.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

"Dude," Kyle says, softly, astonished. Stan presses his face to Kyle's neck and grins. It's the highest praise he's ever gotten, better than the whole cheering crowd on Friday night: Dude.

He's not sure why he was confused on this point before, because it seems so obvious now. He gets joy from football, but he gets peace, ectascy, comfort, semi-intelligible lectures about string theory, and pretty much everything else from Kyle. Since Stan's parents' divorce, Kyle has become something bigger, too: his real home, the place where he belongs.

“Don't make me hard,” Stan says.

“It's called affection, asshole,”

“You're saying you're not going to blow me unless I win?”

“Sure,” Kyle says. He looks up at Stan and grins. “If that'll help you win.”

He feels like he's been fighting something or other all his life, always tensed for battle and needing to grapple for every ounce of respect he gets, and it's amazing to finally let go, to press his cheek into a puddle of his own drool and moan shamelessly while a younger man fucks his ass so hard that he knows he'll still be feeling it on Monday, when he sits down to teach the class that Stan probably won't bother to attend. Kyle doesn't care; he'll give Stan high marks on the test, let him ace the class, anything.

"I like that, too," Kyle said. "The food thing. And just. Being this pathetic, gross creature that you have to take care of. Fuck, it's horrible, but. I love it."

I'm so into this. It's fucked up, how much I look forward to meals now, because I know you'll eat out of my hand if I want you to. And I want you to. Apparently.

Stan was in a honeymoon-ish love haze, and he knew he was insane for being so in love with someone who was so out of his mind, but he couldn't help it. He was still Kyle, and Stan had always loved him.