Title: Coming Out

Author: Rill

Rating: R - Christophe is dating Kyle, what did you expect?

Pairing(s): Christophe/Kyle and haven't decided the others yet

Spoilers: ah... none, that I can think of... nope.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. How could I? I don't even have a job.

Summary: Kyle's been dating Christohpe for a while and he starts to come out to his friends after a mix-up with the parents.

"Hey, guys." Kenny and Stan looked up and smiled at Kyle as he wandered up.

"Hey, Kyle." Stan said and Kenny echoed him under his hood. Kyle settled beside them and they looked down the street. Cartman was trying to out run the bus. He was about a block away and the bus was gaining quickly. All three laughed as the bus arrived and Cartman began screeching, still almost a block away.

"He might be a good blocker, but he can't run worth a shit." Stan said. His friends laughed and they moved up the bus steps. Ms. Crabtree glared at them and started to open her mouth.

"Hello, Sexy Lady, are you going to take us away today?" Kyle's face was completely straight as he cut her off. Stan and Kenny both smirked at the totally shocked looks from the rest of the students.

The traditional response was screamed back: "What did you say?" Kyle was a picture of perfect innocents.

"I said, 'Hello, Driver Lady, is the bus working well today?" There was silence and another usual responce. They made their way to their seats and laughed with everyone else as Cartman crawled onto the bus.

"Get on, you lazy little shit!" Cartman was too out of breath to respond, but his eyes yelled 'Fuck you, whore'. He made it to the only completely open seat and sat down, glaring at everybody who was still laughing.

"Cartman, have a good run?" Stan asked.

"Fuck you, Jew-boy! Damn! I mean, fuck you...!" There was silence and then everyone laughed. Except Kyle, who was gazing out the window, his now cropped red hair barely moving in the wind. Stan turned to him and stared.

"Kyle? Dude, are you awake?" Kyle jerked up and blinked.

"Yeah, I'm awake. Sorry. Just thinking about last night. Thanks, by the way. I used you for cover." Stan turned chalk white.

"Wait. You told your parents you were at my house? Fuck, dude! I went over to Wendy's and told my parents that I was at your place!" They stared at each other in horror. "Shit!"

Kenny turned around. "Mmmm?"

"Parents thing again. And we can't use you since our moms said they'd ground us if we stayed at your place again. And Cartman won't let us... Hey!" Stan stood and waved for attention. Everyone looked at him and Ms. Crabtree yelled for him to sit down. He sat and gave a charming grin.

"Does anyone have parents who weren't home or would know if you had friends over last night?" Stan was totally pouring on the 'I'm-The-Cute-Quarterback-And-You-Love-Me' crap. Butters and several other kids raised their hands. Kyle gestured to Butters; the others were worse.

"Which was it?" He asked. Butters smiled.

"They were gone and I'll cover for you two, if you can get me a ride in that car you were in last night. The Z4!" Kyle stared at him.

"You were in Denver last night?" He demanded. Everyone looked stared at him.

"Butters, there is no way that the Jew would be in a Z4. He is not the kind of person to know people who have a Z4! You are fucking wr-ong!" Cartman's condescending tone caused several people to nod, but Stan stared at his best friend.

"Denver in a Z4? Kyle, what the hell?"

Kyle sighed. "Butters, sorry, but I can't do that. My friend's really picky about who he lets ride in his new baby. You have to have known him for a long time. Would eighty bucks do it? And why were you in Denver last night?" His pleading tone was clearly asking for the subject to be dropped.

"I was waiting to get into that club that you and your friend waltzed right into. Your much older friend in the really nice leather jacket. Buy me one of those and we're even." Kyle scowled.

"Butters, it's from France. I can't afford something like that, even on my clerk's paycheck." Before the blonde could open his mouth again, the Jewish boy cut him off. "I'll buy you a different one. He'll help me pick it out." Butters thought and then nodded.

"Ok. But you get me into that club the next time we're both there. You don't have to stick with me, just get me in." Kyle nodded. Butters went back to talking to Pip and Stan grabbed Kyle's arm.

"A club in Denver with a guy who can afford a French leather jacket and a Z4?"

"Hahahaha! Kyle has a sugar daddy!" Cartman continued laughing. Kyle smirked.

"Yeah, Fatass and he just gave me the Z4. We were testing it out last night. And he's too old to get it up so I'm basically getting paid to do nothing." Cartman began choking and Kyle laughed. "Fatass, he's an old friend. He wanted to party and I went along." Stan grinned.

"Do we know him?" He asked. Kyle nodded.

"Yeah. Remember the Mole? From the war on Canada? He and I hang out." Stan and Kenny both gapped.

"The spy?"

"MMM! Mmmmm mmm mmmmmm mmm mm." Kyle laughed.

"I've never seen him kill anyone. He probably has though. We just go to clubs or play computer games. He's a total technology geek. It's like hanging out with James Bond. Same thing when it comes to girls." Kenny began laughing. Stan chuckled. Kyle glared at them.

"What?" He demanded.

Cartman glared. "Ignore those assholes! The Mole drives a Z4? He's our age!" Kyle smirked.

"No, he's not. He's in college. And he is a spy, so he's doing really well. Who do you think gave me that laptop for my last birthday? Kenny or my parents?" He laughed and stood up. "Besides, his mother is even more well off than Token's parents, so he's totally rolling in money." As they walked into the school, he looked at his two normal sized friends.

"Now what was..."

Kenny interrupted. "Mmmm mmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmmm mmm mmm mmmmm mmmm?"

"They do?" Kyle stared. "Why the hell do they think that?" Stan patted him on the shoulder.

"At least being called the Jewish James Bond is better than being called Swordfish Hugh. Kenny's definitely worse off!" All four laughed as they split into different classrooms.