Author's Note: First smut, so embarrassed…yada yada… Anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY OCCULTA! I really hope you enjoyed these horribly embarrassing stories as much as I blushed writing them! ;D Love you dearie, and may you always be a true fan girl! J

Red Locks and the Three Beds

Chapter Three: Just Perfect

Kyle couldn't walk properly for over a week after that little sleepover event. In a way, he regretted it, but in another, it proved that he and Stan just weren't right for each other. Not if, even in an almost-drunken state, he had cheated on him with two other men. It didn't help that the other two were also his best friends… God, he'd never felt so horrible and liberated in his life. At least he only told Stan that they weren't meant to be, if Stan knew the truth, he'd tear himself apart.

It'd been two months since the drama following the sex, including the lies about falling down stairs and all that to his parents, classmates, and ex-boyfriend. And now, now he felt like he had a chance. Though he didn't really realize it until he was in his first French class. The upperclassman is what did it. From the moment he first walked in (late) he stole Kyle's sexual heart. And he didn't think he'd ever get it back until he somehow got that man in his bed.

After class, he followed him, until he was led to a motorcycle, and not just any motorcycle, one with a shovel painted on it. Well, it was worth a shot as any…

Gulping he took a breath, "Hey," he called out, waving slightly to the stunning man. The man paused.

"Vat iz it?" he asked seriously.

Kyle lowered his eyes in thought, "Just wanted to ask about the shovel painting…"

Smirking, the man got his helmet and got on the bike. Just when he looked about to drive off, he threw the helmet to Kyle, "Get on."

Not having to be told twice for this chance, Kyle quickly put on the helmet and got on, nervously placing his hands around the man's waist, unabashedly feeling his abs. The man's smirk grew when they took off.

After an exhilarating ride, Kyle found himself at an apartment building, inside what he assumed to be the man's room. "So…" he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he examined a weird shovel in the corner of the room, noticing a slightly odd pattern to the man himself.

He paused though, feeling arms wrapping around him. "Uh…" he said as a head placed itself on his shoulder.

"Shh…"

Next thing he knew he was being led to the bedroom, the man slowly kissing up his neck. "Christophe." he finally said, hands sliding under Kyle's shirt, tweaking his nipples.

Gasping, Kyle felt his face heating up, "Huh?"

Laughing, the man bit the redhead's neck sensually, making him arch into the feeling. It wasn't as painful as Cartman, but it wasn't not-painful either. Biting his lip, Kyle began to dry-hump the man behind him. He heard a hitch in breath and smiled triumphantly as he felt something hard press back.

"My name, it iz Christophe, vat iz yours?" the Frenchman asked, unbuttoning the redhead's pants as he bit down on his neck once more sucking the skin this time, sure to leave his mark. Smirking, he eyed the already-bruising skin when he finished. He licked the area and blew cold air across it, causing the boy in front of him to shiver.

"K-Kyle" the redhead said, body trembling with want as he was pushed towards the bed, pants falling along the way.

Kyle's cock was getting harder by the second, as his boxers were pulled off by calloused hands. He moaned at the feeling, none of the others had hands like those. They rubbed his naked thighs, which in turn trembled with the touches.

The brunette bent down to the redhead's cock, blowing at it. Kyle shivered, his heart quickening. "Oh…" he moaned as the man continued.

Slowly the brunette licked up the shaft with just the tip of his tongue, getting a small taste of pre-cum in his mouth. Kyle whimpered at the feeling as yet again air was blown onto his cock. He arched his back into the feeling. Once more, the brunette teased, until Kyle's cock ached with want, body shaking for the feel of this man inside of him.

Christophe smiled, taking off the last of his own clothing and showing his own hardness. He crawled over the redhead and pulled his mouth to his own, licking his lips in question for entry. Kyle opened his mouth in acceptance as the tongue explored, soon joining in a battle for dominance. Christophe ended up winning with experience alone as he pulled out of the kiss, sucking and nibbling the other's lower lip as he did so.

"You're quite sexy like this, mon cher," the Frenchman said, tracing his hands around Kyle's torso. He fiddled with his nipples, watching the red-faced man below him moan with growing anticipation.

Kissing once more, the man blindly reached over to his nightstand beside the bed and grasped a bottle of oil. He pulled out, pouring a small amount onto his hand and growing cock. He lifted the other's legs and let Kyle pull him closer as they locked around his hips. He found the hole and entered a finger, then two. He made scissoring motions, letting the boy below him bounce on them hurriedly. He put in another finger before he was satisfied with the lubrication.

Feeling Christophe line up with him, Kyle relaxed his muscles, humping himself on the tip, moaning at the sensation before gasping as it was sheathed fully at once. "Ah…" Kyle whined out, pain and pleasure taking hold of his system. After a moment's pause, he felt the cock pull out halfway and push in all the way in quick succession, each thrust deeper.

He didn't have to grind his hips for more friction, as he typically had with the others, as Christophe pushed in and moved his hips in a slight twisting motion, stretching him more after his two month celibacy. They started slow, the brunette sliding in, plowing slowly before grinding more. Then, the orgasms started to build.

Kyle's breath hitched when the pace changed, from plowing to full-fledge fucking. Faster and harder, the cock went in and out. Kyle felt light-headed from it all. And when he was finally at the brink, they paused.

"Don't…stop…" he panted, legs pushing the man forward by his hips.

Christophe smiled before leaning down next to his head, "Wait." he said, slowly pulling out.

Kyle whimpered at the loss, "You better…have a good explanation…" he breathed, even as he felt the impending orgasm's rush make him want to stay in the state for longer.

Christophe winked as an explanation before grabbing something from his nightstand. Kyle didn't bother to look, his eyes closed in the sensation of coming down from the brink of cumming. He felt his body's throbbing slow down, his pulse go to normal slowly before suddenly he felt a hot sensation on his nipple. "Ah!" he gasped out, eyes opening in shock before he felt the hotness harden onto it, making his cock jolt back up with the sensation. "God…" he moaned.

The man now above him held a candle, still steaming from recent usage next to the other nipple, tilting it slightly to let a drop sizzle onto it, making the redhead's eyes close and back arch. It wasn't too much pain, but it still was extremely pleasurable. Now with his cock jolting back to the peek again, he knew he didn't have long to last, and he wanted to cum with Christophe inside of him.

With a look he told the man everything. Quickly the brunette resettled, plunging back in just as both other them felt the end. Kyle clamped his muscles down on the cock just as it spasmed inside of him, spurting its warm seed into his stomach. His own cock came with a jolt that shook his entire body, spilling his seed onto himself and Christophe. He milked the cock inside of him until the spurts were through, relaxing his muscles once more. He felt the brunette fall down on top of him, his now-soft cock still inside.

He couldn't help but think to himself, just perfect.

End

Author's Note: More than likely for the next coming holiday I will make a new story "Redlocks and the Three Beds: The Fairytale" since Occulta mentioned she wanted it, so yay! XD Anyway, first smut, critique welcome, and so on so forth. Don't ask where the candle came from, it's smut. XD

HAPPY BRITHDAY MY DEAREST OCCULTA!

~Dedicated to My Dear Occulta, the greatest friend a woman could ask for (and the best Bottom Bitch/Mistress depending on day ;) )~