Happy World (17 page)

“Kyle, wait.”

He turned around, not really looking at Rory. He couldn’t. He was upset, angry, and feeling disappointed the encounter had turned out so badly. At the least, he’d hoped he would leave without Rory hating him, but that didn’t look like it was going to happen. Well, he owed it to Rory to let Rory have the final word. He’d just have to stand there and take it. “Yeah?”

Rory sighed. “Didn’t you just hear what I fucking said? I want somebody who isn’t going to run at the first sign of confrontation, but here you are, leaving again!”

“I... I figured you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.”

“For God’s sake, Kyle, I want you to man up! Tell me why I should take you back. Tell me I’m a jackass for not understanding how hurt you were, that you didn’t have experience with assholes like Charlie-fucking-Taylor. Tell me if I should’ve known better, that if I cared about you, I wouldn’t have let you run off like you did, that I would’ve followed you and made you understand!”

Kyle blinked. “But none of that is true, Rory. Didn’t you hear me before? I said you were right about everything. I was the one who screwed up.”

Rory thrust a hand through his hair. “No, we both screwed up. I wasn’t right, not about everything. Yeah, you should’ve filed the complaint about Charlie, but I should’ve understood why you didn’t want to. I should’ve trusted you, and known Charlie was lying through his bleached teeth. And you should’ve trusted me enough to know I was being a jealous idiot because I cared about you. We should’ve been honest with each other.”

Kyle snorted. “Not hardly. I’m the idiot. I had a great thing going with you, and I fucked it up royally by acting like a stupid jerk.” The first glimmer of hope he’d felt in a long while flickered to life. Well, he’d gone there to clear the air... he might as well go for the big brass ring. What else did he have to lose? He frowned, trying to find the words to tell Rory exactly how he was feeling, but came up blank. Then he asked himself what Rory would do, what Rory would say, and almost smiled when the answer came to him.

He narrowed his eyes and took a step toward Rory. “Okay. You want the bald, unvarnished truth? You got it. Yeah, you were an asshole, but I was a bigger one.” He took another step closer, until he breached Rory’s personal bubble. He could feel Rory’s warm breath on the skin of his face, and forced himself to meet Rory’s eyes and not flinch away. “I want another chance. How’s that for honesty?” He pushed forward again, backing Rory toward the darkened back entrance to the Rabbit Warren. “I want you back, Rory. I want things to go back to the way they were before, when you kept trying to get into my pants every five seconds.”

Another step took them into the darkness of the Rabbit Warren, where Kyle backed Rory into a snug little nook. “You asked me what I want? Well, right now, what I want is to get into yours.” With a boldness he’d never managed before, Kyle molded his hand over Rory’s crotch. He was both shocked by his own audacity, and pleased to find a nice, hard erection under his palm.

Rory’s eyes grew wide. “Jesus, Kyle! You do know you’re breaking about a hundred rules right now.”

Was that a smile in Rory’s voice? Kyle thought so and it brought one to his own lips. “Fuck the rules.”

“Okay... who are you and what have you done to Kyle?”

“I must be channeling you.” He leaned in and rubbed himself over Rory’s thigh. “God, I’ve missed you.” He breathed in deeply, filling his senses with Rory’s scent. “I can’t get you out of my head. I dream about you, about what you do to me when we’re naked.”

Rory sighed, long and deep. “Fuck, Kyle... “

“I want another chance, Rory. Do you want to try again? Can we get past all this bullshit?” He gave Rory another squeeze, moaning at how good Rory’s cock felt under his hand.

“For what? Sex?”

“Fuck, yeah. But that’s not all. I want the whole enchilada, Rory. I want us to be a real couple. I want to hang out and watch bad movies, and eat fried food and complain between bites about how much weight we’re going to gain. I want to feel you take my hand when we’re walking around, and cuddle up with you after we finish making love. I want to laugh with you, and be angry with you, and all the rest. I want it all, Rory, and I want it with you.” He looked into Rory’s eyes, then pushed closer and lightly tasted the lips he’d missed so badly. “Now, what’s your answer?”

Chapter Sixteen

The feel of Kyle’s lips on his own blocked out any of the questions Kyle had asked him. Rory leaned in again for another kiss, anxious to taste Kyle again after going without for so long.

The cozy darkness of the Rabbit Warren closed in around them. Rory was thankful the attraction was closed, but it was still far too public for his tastes. Not that Rory cared who saw, but he knew Kyle would have limits, despite his bravado. A bed. A couch. Hell, even the kitchen table would work, but the Rabbit Warren at Happy World was not where Rory wanted to be when he showed Kyle just how much he’d been missed.

Rory expected warm lips to meet his again, but instead got a strong hand on his chest, pushing him back. “Hey,” Kyle chided. “You didn’t answer me.”

“Huh?” He’d forgotten the question.

Kyle rolled his eyes and smiled affectionately. “You have such a one track mind when you’re horny. I said, what’s your answer? Do you want to try again? We both made mistakes, we’re both sorry. I want to give us another shot. Do you?”

Did he? Up until ten minutes ago, Rory would have said an emphatic no. Fuck, no. He was confused and hurt and pissed at both himself and Kyle. The last thing he wanted to do was to get tangled up again with Kyle Forester.

But then Kyle had come to him, bold as brass, and apologized for everything he’d said and done. Even for stuff that hadn’t been Kyle’s fault. That was the last thing Rory had expected, and now the real question hung in the air.

Did he want to try again?

…Yes.

Rory grinned and pushed Kyle’s hand off his chest. “Kiss me first,” he demanded, “then I’ll tell you.”

But Kyle wasn’t falling for games. He backed up a step and folded his arms. “Rory.”

Rory stopped mid-leer. “Fine,” he sighed, folding his own arms in imitation of Kyle’s stance. “The answer is… are you crazy? Of course I want to.”

The mutinous look on Kyle’s face melted away instantly and he flung himself at Rory. “Thank God,” he said, just before planting another warm, wet kiss square on Rory’s mouth.

There it was -- instant erection. Rory shifted and pulled Kyle snug against him so that he could feel Kyle’s body pressed to his own. Maybe the Rabbit Warren was a good place to have sex.

As soon as the thought occurred to him, however, Kyle was pulling away again with a soft chuckle. “We can’t mess around right here.”

“What? Yes, we can.” And they had, several times. Rory reached for Kyle again, anxious to give his aching prick some relief.

But Kyle maddeningly stepped out of reach. “Come see me when you get off,” he said with a smile.

Rory made a glum face. “I’m trying to get off now. You’re not cooperating.”

“I’ll cooperate with you later, I promise.” Kyle leaned in for one more kiss. “I don’t want you getting in trouble on your last Groundskeeping shift. What if they took the part of Pierre from you?” He looked horrified that it could be a possibility.

Shit. There was still that hanging between them. “Kyle, about that…” Rory trailed off, unsure about how to broach the sensitive subject. He was still kind of in disbelief that he’d gotten the part. Rehearsals began Monday.

Kyle shook his head. “No, I don’t even want to hear it.” He held up a hand and looked Rory straight in the eye. “I was serious when I said I was happy for you. I want to hear everything about what rehearsals are like, and being on stage, too.” Kyle looked a bit wistful. “I might try out again someday.”

“Really?” Rory smiled at him. “That’s what I like to hear.”

“Yeah, well. I had this conversation with Kara. You know, Fairy Queen Kara?” Rory nodded. Happy World had two main queens, Queen Fantastical and the Fairy Queen. Of course, there were a couple of older men on staff who considered themselves queens as well, but that was different.

Kyle recounted his discussion with Kara and Rory blinked in amazement. “That’s fucking incredible,” Rory breathed, already thinking of ways to get a complaint filed against Charlie. And hopefully before Monday, when the two of them were scheduled to work together.

“We can talk about it later.” Kyle squeezed Rory’s arm. “When you’re off the clock. See you tonight.” With that, he backed out of the Rabbit Warren and was gone.

***

His shift had never crawled by so slowly.

When seven p.m. finally crept around, Rory nearly wrenched the door off his locker in his haste to get to his street clothes. He threw his dirty costume into the bins backstage and raced out to the employee parking lot.

Only a slight tremble in his hands reminded him he hadn’t eaten in six hours, so as he drove to Kyle’s place he gobbled down a chocolate granola bar.

The speed limit was only slightly bent as Rory raced down Kyle’s quiet street. By the grace of Happy Hamster, there was a parking place right in front of Kyle’s building. Rory squeezed the truck into the space, got out, and bounded up the three flights of stairs. Before he’d even knocked twice, the door was opened and Kyle was hauling him inside.

“Took you forever,” Kyle muttered, pushing Rory’s hoodie off and tugging up the hem of his T-shirt.

Rory was about to protest and say that he got here a lot faster than usual, but Kyle was fumbling with Rory’s button fly and the details didn’t matter. “I know,” was all Rory said before shoving Kyle’s hands away from his fly and propelling him toward the bedroom. “Let’s go.”

Kyle complied easily. Rory watched in admiration as Kyle stripped his shirt off on the way there and left it in a heap on the floor, but then he snorted with amusement as Kyle turned around and picked it up again. “It’ll get wrinkled on the floor,” Kyle explained, a blush deepening the color on his cheeks.

“Old habits die hard.” Rory laughed. He took the shirt from Kyle and flung it over a chair, then hauled Kyle by the arm to land with Rory in a tangle on the bed. “Now kiss me again.”

“I was trying to.” Kyle grinned and climbed on top of Rory as Rory lay on his back. “Stop talking.” He leaned down and began using his tongue to lick and taste Rory’s mouth.

Rory gave a soft moan and shifted around, trying to find something to rub up against. His dick had been half-hard ever since Kyle had paid him an earlier visit at work, but now it was at full mast and looking for friction. Kyle’s muscled thigh would be the perfect thing, if he’d only shift about two inches to the left… ahh, there. Rory clamped his hands down on Kyle’s hips to keep him where he was and kissed him back.

It took both of them about thirty more seconds of necking before they realized that there were too many clothes in the way. Two pairs of jeans, one pair of boxer briefs, and one T-shirt hit the carpet as they wrestled their way out of the constricting garments.

“Better,” Rory mumbled as warm skin met and they slid against each other.

Kyle made an unintelligible noise that was likely agreement. His hands wandered over Rory’s body as if remembering old paths his fingers had taken. It made gooseflesh rise on the skin of Rory’s belly and Kyle kissed the tiny bumps, then licked them with his tongue.

That same tongue traveled lower and swirled around the tip of Rory’s cock, followed by one gentle finger. “I missed you,” Kyle whispered against Rory’s belly. “I’m sorry.”

Rory nodded with his eyes closed and reached down to tangle his hands in Kyle’s hair. “I missed you,” he repeated. “I’m sorry.”

Kyle nodded as well, then returned to his task. His hand slid down Rory’s shaft and paused there, holding the base tightly. He kept his hand there while his tongue swept again over the crown and then down the side of Rory’s dick in one long, wet stroke.

“Kyle. I’ll come if you keep that up,” Rory warned. Not that that was a bad thing, it would just end their reunion a lot sooner than he wanted to.

“No.” Kyle let go of Rory’s cock and Rory felt a rush of cool air where Kyle’s warm fingers had been. He slid up Rory’s body until their shafts were pressed together and Kyle’s brown eyes were looking into Rory’s own. “Don’t come yet. Wait until you’re inside me.”

Rory’s mouth went dry. They’d done a lot together, messed around all over Happy World, but somehow they hadn’t quite taken it that far. Rory was more than willing, but the time had never seemed quite right. And besides, he wasn’t sure if…

“Have you ever?” Rory looked up at Kyle, waiting for the answer. Not that it would stop Rory from fucking him, but things would need to be approached differently.

Kyle flushed slightly and nodded. “Yeah. Couple times. But I mean, we don’t have to,” he said in a rush. “It’s just… I just thought that…”

“Are you kidding me? Like you think I don’t want to?” Rory tumbled Kyle to the side and mounted him, leaning both elbows on the side of Kyle’s head. “You have stuff?”

“In the drawer.” Kyle pointed to the small nightstand next to his bed. “I bought them a couple of weeks ago.”

“You’re a good planner,” Rory laughed. “How could I forget?” He kissed Kyle’s forehead, then stretched across Kyle’s body to reach the condoms. “Wow, the big box, huh?”

Kyle blushed again. “I figured once we got started, we’d use them up fast.”

“Heh. Right again.” He snagged the lube, too, then got a condom out of the box. Rory tossed it to the side, making sure it was within reach. “First, a little priming the pump.” Rory gave Kyle a leer and was pleased when Kyle laughed out loud.

“Prime away,” Kyle grinned.

With permission granted and no other warning, Rory lowered his head and took Kyle’s cock in his mouth, as deep as he could get it. Kyle gasped in response and immediately bucked his hips up.

Rory spent a few minutes loving on Kyle’s dick with kisses and licks and nice, pulling sucks. When both of them were as hard as diamonds and panting like they’d run a race, Rory sat up and reached for the bottle of lube.

He slicked his fingers with it, then rubbed a bit more behind Kyle’s balls and down the bit of skin that separated them from Kyle’s hole. Rory used one finger to make a wet circle around the little opening, his own cock throbbing as he did so.