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.

The minute that Mr. Ross passed out, the entire class began talking. The ancient teacher always passed out during third and sixth periods. Kyle had him with Wendy, Bebe, and Kenny for third. Stan and Cartman had him later.

"Spill it, Kyle!" He blinked up at Bebe and Wendy, who were alone with he and Kenny in one corner of the room. Kenny flipped back his hood and he and the girls crowded close. Kyle backed up.

"Spill what?" He asked. Bebe heaved a put-upon sigh.

"All about this spy of yours!" She hissed. Wendy nodded.

"And don't go denying that you don't know him because we asked around and a lot of people have seen you two various places."

"So talk!"

Kyle stared at them and then pouted. It always worked with Christophe. " Guys, I might be know him but don't you think he deservers a little pr..."

"Stop right there!" Kenny ordered with a smirk and draped an arm around his shoulders. "Kyle, my friend. We're in high school, so everyone tells everyone everything. Besides, you don't want the rumors getting out of hand, right?" Kyle looked at him and sighed.

"Ok. Fine. Yes, Tophe and I have been hanging around for a long time." Raising his eyes to the heavens, he decided to summarize. "He's French so I'm learning French from him. My parents think I want to feel closer to Ike's heritage. I see him everyday, providing that there's not a game and that he doesn't have a job. He sneaks into my room and we use me computer and play station. I go to his house and we write fan fics on his computer. He buys me loads of shit and I give him game hints and hack for him. We're friends and it's great."

Three pairs of eyes were smirking and the questions began.

"What does he think, politically speaking?"

"Is it true that French is really good for getting girls?"

"What are his parents like?"

"Can you get us a ride in his Z4?" Kyle sighed and began answering what he could.

(a/n): sorry, I'm having trouble getting the damn uploading thingy to space things properly...

"Christophe." The low purr belonged to only one person. As did the warm body snuggling against his back. Christophe swirled the chair around and caught Kyle in his lap. He kissed his little boyfriend and twirled back around. As Kyle began kissing and sucking on his neck, he quickly added two more sentences to his essay and clicked 'send'. Then he focused his entire attention on the short, slender boy in his arms.

"Tophe, you know how you wanted to... to have sex in public?" Christophe continued to suck on Kyle's ear, letting his tongue dip in.

"What do you need me to do, mi amour?" He asked, making sure that his breath blew over the dampened skin. Kyle shivered and tilted his head for more.

"We had a parents mix-up again and we can't use Kenny, so I need you to help me pick out a leather jacket for someone. And the next time I'm in Denver when he is, I have to get him into the Class." The words were quick, though interrupted with short gasps for breath.

"That's fine, mi amour. Now. How much homework do you have?" Kyle shook his head quickly.

"None. It's Friday and I had it all done yesterday." Christophe smirked and went about the business of making his cute little redhead forget his own name. Kyle was more than willing to oblige and was very quickly naked and seated on the hastily cleared desk, clinging to dark hair as Christophe's mouth did unspeakable things to him.

"Christ!" The words were cut off by a scream as Christophe lifted his mouth and blew.

"What did you call me?" Kyle couldn't think... about...

"Christophe! I said Christophe!" Christophe began to laugh and then abruptly took everything in. Kyle screamed again. And groaned as the mouth sucked for a bare minute before lifting. Christophe lifted his hand from where it had been undoing his jeans and started to lift Kyle on to his lap.

"Just fuck me!" Kyle whined. Christophe debated and then Kyle solved his dilemma for him, grabbing his wrist and pushing down as his other hand wrapped around the Frenchman's penis, guiding himself down onto it. Christophe felt the familiar slick feeling.

"Kyle." The warning was cold. Kyle panted.

"There was lube in your living room. I didn't think I could wait once I got in here and I'm helping Stan rearrange Wendy's room tomorrow so I need to walk... Ah!" Christophe had heard enough and began fucking in earnest.