I couldn't sleep. I couldn't sleep at all. It's two in the morning and my parents still aren't back from the party they went to celebrating dad's success.

I couldn't stop thinking of Stan kissing me. How amazing it felt, how happy I was, and how right it felt for me. Unfortunately that caused me to quietly sneak out of my bedroom without waking Stan and watch Full House on Nick at Nite, the only show that wasn't paid programing.

Eventually I couldn't concentrate on the show to get my mind off things, so got up from the couch and made my way to the kitchen with this sense of anxiousness. All I needed was water right now.

When I frantically searched for a glass, I heard Stan's footsteps prodding down the stairs quietly. He walked over to where I was by the kitchen counter. I could sense his worried eyes searching me.

"Kyle?"

I almost choked on the water. I could've been over reacting, but Stan is three feet away from me, shirtless, and pajama pants hugging dangerously below his hips.

"Yeah?" I wiped my mouth with my wrist, turning around to face him.

He looked over at the television. "Couldn't sleep?" I shook my head and he nodded. "Me neither." I could tell Stan was also thinking about it.

The two of us stood in the kitchen awkwardly, our eyes wandering around our surroundings.

"So are we-?" We both said in unexpected unison.

His mouth opened trying to say something, or waited for me to say something.

"I mean-" Again, in unison.

He nervously laughed. "You go."

"Are we...like, you know, together? Or was that kiss just...because we haven't seen each other in a long time?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Did it not mean anything to you?" I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

"N-no! I mean yes!" I groaned. "It's just that I've never been with anyone so I don't know when exactly relationships begin."

He looked at me, giving me time to explain myself.

"I've never been with anyone. And yes, Stan that kiss meant something. In fact, it meant everything to me. Why do you think I can't sleep?!" I gestured towards the television. "I just want to know what you think, of me, and what's going to happen between us."

Stan approached me with this soft look in his eyes. "I want to be with you."

"I want to be with you too!" The words slipped out of my mouth.

He smiled sadly. "The thing is, I don't want to ruin our friendship, Kyle." He held my hands.

"We could still be friends Stan, but I want to be more than that!" I pleaded. "I need you."

His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to his body and hugging me. "Ever since I was twelve I dreamed of you saying that." I could feel his fast heart beat against my chest. "That's a pretty long time, Kyle, you made me suffer."

I chuckled. "You're going to make me suffer if you don't kiss me right now."

Stan let go and held my chin up. He leaned in, finally kissing me against the kitchen counter. Gradually, he kissed me more rough, more desperately, grabbing a hold of my waist and pulling me towards him.

His soft lips grazed my jaw, nestling his lips on my neck.

"Ah...Stan..." I moaned, becoming limp. He kissed my neck softly, traveling up and down, sucking gently.

I let out a whimper and groaned. He smiled against my ear. "You'll wake up Ike."

I looked at him innocently, teasing him. "We could go in the basement. There's an extra guest room." I whispered. "We can be as loud as we want down there."

His eyes widened. "I-I uh." He choked. I tugged at the hem of his pants and boxers. "God yes."

He picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his hips, still kissing him. We made our way downstairs to the guest bedroom and that night, I lost my virginity to Stan.