The meal was absolutely delicious. Every little bit of it. We finished the bottle of wine and Kenny made sure to order another, he made sure everything was perfect. But he was what made it perfect, being able to look across the table to see his beautiful smile and his pretty blue eyes. There was one little annoyance, however. One particular waitress was paying quite an exquisite amount of time eying up my boyfriend.

'Don't think anything of it, she's probably just jealous of you Kyle.'

I tried not to let it bug me, but as we were leaving the restaurant, my suspicions were confirmed as Kenny handed over the money to that exact same woman.

"Thank you sir, I hope you enjoyed your meal tonight."

Kenny nodded and smiled at the young lady, "It was delicious, thank you very much."

The waitress must have seen this as some sort of compliment, because she slipped a little note into his shirt pocket, "Call me, if you get the chance."

I was silent, still a little in shock as to what was happening. Thankfully, Kenny had everything under his control.

"While that's awfully kind of you, and I'll take it as a compliment, this fine young gentleman to my right…"

'He's talking about you Kyle!'

My ears perked up as my cheeks turned red, I was biting my lip as Kenny held my hand.

"Well he's my boyfriend, and I love him with every fibre in my body. And he's the only one I'll be calling for a long time. Have a lovely night."

Kenny led us towards the door, but just as I passed the waitress, she leaned up and whispered to me, "You two are really cute together."

I just about managed to smile and mouth her a quick 'Thank-you' before Kenny and I headed out the door of the restaurant, just as the taxi pulled up outside. Kenny maintained his adorable chivalry, before joining me once again in the back seats.

"Kenny, that meal, the wine…it was amazing. You're amazing! I don't know how to thank you for tonight."

"I'm sure we can find a way." He had moved closer to me, his hand resting on my knee as he pressed his soft lips delicately to mine, a small moan escaping my mouth as we kissed. So we sat in the back of the taxi, our tongues engaged in their sensual dance as hands held each other close, this boy really knew how to make a guy feel special.

I could feel the taxi pulling up somewhere, I glanced out the window, we were back at my house. I didn't want the night to end already. As we stepped out of the taxi, Kenny leaned down to kiss my hand.

'What a catch that boy is!'

"Thank you Kyle for humouring this blue-eyed hopeless romantic's little treat tonight, I hope you enjoyed it."

I grabbed his hand, "I still am, and I don't intend to stop enjoying it just yet."

Kenny's eyes lit up as I pulled him towards my front door. He waved to our driver, he knew Kenny didn't need a lift home. I dragged Kenny upstairs, into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. Before we even made it to the bed I had my arms wrapped around Kenny's waist as we kissed, standing in the middle of my room, slowly backing towards my bed.

Kenny picked me up and slowly laid me down on the bed, positioning himself on top of me as we continued to kiss, our tongues whirled around each other's as our breaths became heavy and soft moans escaped our mouths. My hands ran through Kenny's soft hair as his held my waist. Just before we parted, Kenny nibbled gently on my lower lip.

I sat us up, slowly unbuttoning Kenny's shirt, kissing at his neck as I did. As each button came undone I moved lower, kissing his collarbone, his chest, his stomach. I made sure to leave a few marks on the way…Kenny was mine after all. After I had pulled his shirt off he did the same for me, leaving just as many hickies as I had given him.

He undid my belt and pulled off my trousers before swiftly removing his. He slammed his lips to mine once again, rolling my on top of him to straddle his hips as we kissed. His hands wandered low, slipping down the back of my boxers. A small gasp escaped my mouth into the kiss, encouraging Kenny to continue, I didn't want him to stop.

We stopped kissing as he looked up at me, "You know you can tell me if you want to stop, Ky?"

I leaned down, licking slowly across his ear before whispering, "I want you Kenny."

Without warning, Kenny had me on my back as he kissed down my body. It wasn't long before both pairs of boxers had ended up on the floor. We kissed for what seemed like the longest time, Kenny was taking his time, he knew that's what I wanted. But things kept escalating, in the best sense of the word.

Kenny had found himself between my legs, looking down at me, lust and love filling his eyes, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

I reached a hand up, cupping my boyfriend's cheek as I pulled him down for a quick kiss, before smiling and nodding, "I love you Kenny."

I lay on my side, my head resting on Kenny's collar as I twirled a finger around his chest. His arm was around me as our legs lay in a tangle. I could feel every beat of his heart, every breath. I was captivated in every way possible.

"Kyle…Kyle you awake?"

I tilted my head up, meeting his gaze, "Course I am Ken."

"That was…that was amazing. Are you okay?"

I giggled and kissed his chest, there was never a minute when he wasn't being this considerate, "Much better than okay…that was amazing." I leaned up to kiss him on his soft cheek, "It really was Kenny."

He pulled me in closer. We had just made love, and I'm so glad to have had my first time with Kenny. We lay there in each other's arms as both of us dozed off to sleep, snuggled up under the covers. It was complete bliss.

'Crap!'

I had forgotten to turn my alarm off from yesterday. I was so excited about Kenny's present so much that I wanted to get up super early…even if I did end up sleeping through it. This morning was different and the ear-piercing bleeping had awoken me in an instant. I reached over to shut it up, not wanting it to disturb Kenny, but from his rustling, I assume it was too late.

I sat up in my bed, looking across the room to my desk. My mom had arranged the flowers and put them into a vase for me, they were very pretty. Goddamn Kenny has such great taste, and I'm the only one who gets to see it. I smiled to myself at that thought. Kenny was quite closed off from people, why do you think he hid under that hood for so many years? Granted he gave that up, but that didn't mean he talked any more about his feelings or his family. I considered myself lucky in that sense, that Kenny opens himself up to me.

All across my bedroom floor lay our clothes, we had taken them off in such a hurry, thrown them to the floor…including our boxers. Thank goodness a) My door has a lock and b) My parents are visiting relatives. That didn't however include Ike, so I sat there hoping he hadn't heard anything from last night…I'm not entirely sure how loud we were.

I felt Kenny nudging at me slightly, "Hey there sleepy, gonna get up?"

He let out a soft grunt before pulling me down into a cuddle, "Do I have to?"

It was very early and I could totally understand why he was so tired, but once I'm awake, I really can't get back over to sleep again. "Well, how about we lie in bed and talk for a bit, we don't have to get up just yet?"

Kenny yawned before smiling back at me, "Sounds good!" He rested his head against me, his arms around my waist as he shifted beneath the covers. That's when we heard a knock on my bedroom door.

'Shit.'

My eyes shot wide open as Kenny and I looked at each other in shock. I climbed out of bed, slipped on a pair of boxers and walked over to my bedroom door.

"Who is it?"

"Who the hell do you think Kyle?" It was my brother, and he didn't sound too pleased. I unlocked the door, and opened it to find him standing there, arms crossed, in his pyjamas.

"Don't think I don't know what you two were up to last night. Yeah I'm just thirteen but I'm not an idiot, okay?"

"You won't tell mom and dad…will you?"

Ike grinned, "Not as long as next time you decide to do it here, you keep it the fuck down. The last thing I wanna hear is my brother moaning and screaming his boyfriend's name. I don't care how good he is…" Ike had pointed in Kenny's direction, earning him a wink in return. "You both gotta learn to control the noise."

I let out a sigh of relief. Sure, it was embarrassing that Ike had heard Kenny and I having sex, but at least he was somewhat cool with it…and he wasn't going to tell our parents, which was a big plus.

"Yeah…sorry about that Ike. Thanks for not telling." I went to pull him into a hug, but he backed off.

"I don't wanna touch you after you had sex last night…but don't mention it!" He leaned into the room to see Kenny again, "Try going easier next time blondie!"

I quickly shut the door and locked it again, running back to my bed and jumping on the boy that still lay under the covers, "You might wanna put some boxers on Ken, just in case my brother decides to pay us another visit."

"Awwww do I have to, it's so much comfier without them!"

I reached down to the floor, searching around in the crumpled mess of clothes that lay there, finally finding his boxers before throwing them at his face, "Put them on!"

"Hey what was that for?"

"Didn't I help you find them?"

"Yeah but…eh…"

"Exactly, now be a good boy and wait here while I shower."

Kenny furrowed his brow, "And why can't I join you in there?"

I had stood up, my back to him, "Because, you saw plenty of this ass last night, I gotta show some restraint. Besides, it's fun teasing you. You can have a shower after."

I walked over to my bathroom and locked the door.

"I'll just touch myself to all the pictures I have of us!"

"JESUS CHRIST GUYS CAN YOU NOT!"

I opened the bathroom door, looked at Kenny, just before both of us broke down into hysterics. It was pretty hilarious that Ike could hear every word we said, even if some of it was of a rather…personal nature. I quickly returned to the bathroom and had my shower. It wasn't long before Kenny was showered, we both were dressed and found ourselves chilling on the living room couch.

"Wanna do anything today Ken?"

He fidgeted slightly, "I don't mind, I'm kinda tired from last night…not to mention your alarm going off so damn early!"

I did feel quite bad about that, I know how much Kenny like lie-ins, "I'm really sorry about that, how about we just spend the day about the house?"

And that's exactly what we did. We turned on the television and flicked through the channels, finding shows we enjoy for the entire afternoon. Once the evening came around, both of us were both still quite tired…

'Lazy…'

Both of us were still quite tired…

'Lazy…'

Tired…

'Lazy…'

Fine, both of us were way too lazy…

'Thank you.'

…to even bother cooking dinner. Kenny and I ordered a pizza between us and a smaller one for Ike. We knew if we didn't he'd either steal ours or be pissy the entire night, and neither of us would have put up with that for too long. We found a few good movies to watch, and spent the rest of the night curled up on the couch. As it started to get cold, I grabbed us a blanket, allowing us both to cuddle up for warmth underneath as our glares remained attached to the television set.

I remember my eyelids getting heavy, I really was tired by this point. Kenny, however, was still wide awake. I really don't know how that boy does it sometimes. The next thing I remember is being hoisted off of the couch, being held in his arms as he ascended the stairs. He lay me down on the bed, lying down behind me, spooning me once again. I wasn't quite asleep, but was close enough to convince him that I hadn't realised what he did.

I smiled to myself, he really is such a sweetheart, and I am such a lucky, lucky boy to have him. My parents wouldn't be returning until after Christmas, so Kenny and I had plenty more days like this ahead. I shut my eyes as I felt his grip tighten around me.

There was always something about how he held me…it was like a longing. It was like he was longing for someone he could hold without worrying that they'd be gone in the morning. Someone who wasn't just another one-night stand like so many of the others. I could feel this more so tonight than I ever have. I think he's scared, scared that now he's made love to me, that I'll cast him aside like every single girl who's tossed him away. I just wish I could let him know that I truly won't, that I'm always going to be here for him.

'That is wasn't just sex.'