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Nobody could do anything about his fixation, they shouldn’t, they didn’t have the right. So madly in love, only love flowed in his arteries, there was only room for Kyle, his eyes only saw Kyle, his lips as they wished Kyle, he needed Kyle. No one understood it better than Kyle, no one was able to fill it like Kyle, only Kyle was able to heal him, nurture him, love him, Kyle is everything.
He’s so beautiful, altruistic, benevolent, diplomatic; he’s imperfect, but in his imperfection the perfection shone. If someone were to ask him about Kyle, there would be no known way for him to stop, never, he would die for and to talk about Kyle, since that is his purpose. Now he can live, because he found the meaning of his life, Kyle, his God, his universe.
It’s a shame how shy he is, but someone like him was not up to his divinity, pretty majestic. Just by looking at him, all diseases were cured, he would never worry about suffering if he had Kyle.
But, something was wrong, something was not in its place, something, whatever, penetrated the tranquility, threatened the peace, he could feel it, the things weren't perfect. With Kyle by his side all evil was defeated, there is no need to fear, because he knew that the answer would come from Kyle since the discord was not his enemy, it was Kyle's enemy, his universe is in danger, he could not allow it, he would become worse than evil if let that happen. Kyle, beautiful like the moon and so fragile like glass, delicate... with a single touch turns to sand and disappears by the thunderous winds.
No.
What would Kip be without Kyle? Nothing.
God gives a reason to the human and the human keeps God alive. He has to protect Kyle or everything will collapse and discord will destroy his mind. The stillness will not be snatched, he was there to protect Kyle from whoever the enemy was, even from his friends.
It wasn't jealousy that blinded him, though he wasn't entirely sure, explaining it’s complex; his chest compresses every time he sees Kyle with his friends. It’s painful and the tears threaten to fall, but anger also prevails, it was distinguishable when he focused his gaze on Stan.
Who didn't know Stan? There is no student who does not look at him, captain of the football team and... the best friend, no — the super best friend of Kyle. If they were recognized for something, it was for the friendship they have forged since childhood.
Usually Kip found himself fantasizing an ideal world; Kip being Kyle's best friend, Kip being the one who takes care of him, makes him laugh, who can touch him. Maybe, anyone in Stan's position wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of such closeness with Kyle, contemplate him, sleep with him, spying on him... partially naked, drooling for touching even a little. He knew that anyone in Stan's situation would, so he wasn't insane for fantasizing about an ideal world.
It wasn't out of the norm, in this world there are so many people who idolize Kyle. Eric might seem like a good example, there's not a second he won't harass Kyle, if anyone is corrupt that was Eric, who many times brazenly triumphed over the small ginger. He once heard about one of his many bets, forcing Kyle to suck on Eric's sour balls.
There was no way that Kip was the bad guy, he was Kyle's guardian, who prayed day and night for his safety and well-being, he would give anything for Kyle, since Kyle is everything. It didn't matter if Kyle didn't know of his sacrifice to thank him, Kip would be there for him, in the shadows, too shy to speak to him, but always ten steps behind his savior.
The correct word was love, it was so obvious, he loved Kyle with every cell of his soul, he would break in two if someone even dreamed of mistreating a hair on his head. And no one loved him like Kip, no one would wish Kyle so much well-being as he did, like a good guardian, protecting the purification of the one who guides his path, supervising that everything is perfect as it is, without any scratches on his delicate skin. All of this was his responsibility.
Despite his altruistic desires, he was human and imperfect, denying Kyle something is unforgivable, and denying himself was too laborious. The skin is weak and flinches at the slightest thing related to Kyle, since Kyle is so bright it makes him vulnerable, and if that was the way things were, it wasn't so much his fault that he let himself be carried away by the heat.
He let Kyle take control of his life, let Kyle be the one to guide his movements, everything became fuzzy and strange, it was a little scary, but Kyle's clear voice continue to guide him in his delight, he still didn't need his presence to have to remember him, he would never be able to forget. Now everything was so warm and Kyle's figure was illustrated in his eyes. Oh, his God… his universe, his everything! If he raised his other hand he might be able to touch him even if he knew it was an illusion.
The peak of his orgasm was about to come, he sensed it, and his intrusive desires manipulated his reason, impure images, corrupted sounds, all devoured by the environment. It was him, feeling Kyle's skin, inhaling his scent making him addicted, Kip was the reason for Kyle's dreamlike moans, because only in dreams did their grace make sense. He wishes he could touch him, he wishes could tear him apart, so small and fragile, but so hot that it burns too much, and it hurts how much it burns, it hurts that he is not his.
With the image of Kyle's submission is when Kip manages to breathe again, completely dirty.
Tomorrow will be another day that he can see Kyle, who gave him the meaning of his existence, to whom he owes his life to.