The Unexpected Wrong Side

Chapter 27- Sensitive Bliss

Stan stood at the end of the bed and pulled off Kyle's pants; his underwear came next and then settled his eyes on the redhead lying down in front of him.

"I missed you." Kyle breathed out.

"I missed you too, Ky." Stan's lips injected kisses into the skin of Kyle's hips and around his torso.

Kyle's sensitivity to touch had already crashed through the roof.

This type of contact sent him into a good coma; it sounds impossible for a coma to be good but it was all the truth, the truth and the relief that Kyle and Stan both occupied together.

As little as lip contact may seem, it was bliss times 20.

Stan's lips were like two guardian angels thanking the redhead for being on planet earth.

This was Kyle's drug, Stan's touch and Stan himself.

He continued to take in all the bliss and basically get high off of it.

It was better than any other actual drug.

Two types of drugs labeled as Kyle's medicine were fairly good as well. They helped him stay stable.

Those little capsules acted as mini helpers of mentality.

Kyle couldn't even get his mind to want to think about his diagnosis'. He was letting his body go on vacation and didn't want to think about Schizophrenia or Psychosis.

It just wasn't important to him or any of his main concerns in that moment with Stan.

Moments like these were quite rare; that all needed to be changed because a stable relationship needs connection.

Stan's eyes peered up at Kyle's own eyes of emerald green. Kyle had his eyelids drawn closed.

"What do you want, Ky?" Stan asked against Kyle's skin as he dipped to kiss his chest.

"I want you." Kyle admitted.

Stan moved up to the exposed skin of Kyle's neck and marked a story titled "Kisses" which fit perfectly.

"I know, but what do you want from me?"

Kyle released a sigh and placed his hand on Stan's cheek, "Make me feel wanted."

Stan knew Kyle needed exactly that.

He'd lacked doing some of that lately and felt really remorseful for it.

His eyes fell into a stare at Kyle's but quickly got back to the task at hand.

Stan made sure that Kyle was prepared before giving him what he wanted.

Kyle's gasp walked into earshot; his short nails imprinted small crescent marks as he gripped Stan's biceps.

They were pretty muscular considering he had stopped working out for awhile.

They weren't making eye contact. Kyle was trying to forget about the pain that was going away by the second.

Stan moved himself inside of Kyle more which caused Kyle to grip Stan's biceps harder, this time because of pleasure.

The pain could've only been rated to a 6 or 6.5. It wasn't that bad.

Just as Stan began a slow rhythm of moving his hips, Kyle let his feelings naturally confess what they were feeling.

Feelings feeling feelings.

That's a little deep but since when did Kyle not have deep thoughts or deep emotions?

Kyle's deep emotions decided to spit out a demand, "More."

Stan obeyed without hesitating. He turned his movements up a notch or two.

"I'm sorry." Stan whispered to Kyle's ear, he slowed down for a second to apologize for the way he had been acting the past several weeks.

"Just shut up and keep going." Kyle breathed out and glued his hands to the sides of Stan's face to capture his waiting lips.

Kyle wasn't telling Stan to shut up in a rude way, he just needed passionate intimacy because their relationship had lacked it for awhile and it didn't feel normal to either one of them.

Kyle needed something, at least something, to be back on track and to be from something that could be called normal.

Stan's mind was full of Kyle; full of his appearance under him and full of what they'd been through lately.

It was no easy ride; it had bumps and many issues that could be ongoing. There was no way to tell for sure if anything would get better.

Stan didn't want to think about negativity in his and Kyle's life together, he just wanted the positivity to come along and win the war for once, just the way Kyle liked it.

He took Kyle's wrists, pushed both above Kyle's head, and set his motions to a quicker pace.

It was a difficult time of distance, distance from this specific type of connection.

Kyle let out a hopeless collection of quiet and loud moans here and there.

Stan would grunt and do small moans which would cause his vocal cords to vibrate against his throat.

There was something about being in charge during sex that Stan liked.

It wasn't in any of Kyle's best interests to be in charge.

They never actually tried trading places, they thought it wouldn't work or they simply would not fit the opposite position.

Since it had been such a long time, and since Kyle was extra sensitive, their moments of passion were drawing to a close.

They had the obvious option to keep going, they'd worry about that after the current moment was all over.

"I'm gonna-"

"Shhh. Show don't tell." Stan whispered with his voice echoing off of Kyle's nerve-filled face.

Stan let Kyle wrap his arms around his neck and move around to each side of his face.

Kyle could feel Stan's closeness, see the pleasure twisted in his face as it was in his own, and be impatient for that one last thrill of feeling to meet with his body.

The crescent imprints of Kyle's nails were once found again on Stan's arms, but in different locations.

Kyle's head fell back and his jaw was pointed upright to the ceiling like a straight needle. He grinned as he let out a breathy sigh.

"I love you, Kyle." Stan said breathily.

"I love you more." Kyle kept the grin hooking his lips indecisively.

Stan felt better, Kyle wasn't the only one who needed that type of connection.

Kyle longed for it and finally got it.

"See? That wasn't so hard to do was it?" Kyle was able to ask questions after catching his breath.

Stan fell beside Kyle and shook his head, "Fuck, I needed that."

"Same." Kyle closed his eyes and smiled.

After lying there for a few minutes, reminiscing about what just happened, there was a question that broke the harmless silence, "You wanna go again?"

Kyle's head turned to look at Stan with a somewhat shocked and somewhat happy look.

It'd been a good while since the redhead had seen his boyfriend eager to do things with him.

Seeing Stan like this was a kind of change that he wanted to get used to; he hoped that would be the case; getting used to that could very well lead to him feeling a lot less crazy and feeling like there was more to their relationship and being called Stan's boyfriend.

"Don't ask dumb questions." Kyle smirked and climbed on top of his boyfriend, leading the rhythm of their kiss to soon lead to more.