Kiss the Boys
by Mel

Disclaimer: This is in response to Vera's fic challenge, and in no way does this story have any basis in the real KtG reality. Kyle is NOT gay, but if anyone wants to write fanfic where he is, by all means, have at it. I believe in yumminess, no matter what actual basis it has in real life. ^_^ Kiss the Girls is MINE, DAMMIT! MineMineMineMine. But you can borrow them if you want. Just return them with everything in the box and the reciept when you're done. Thank you! Come again!

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Kayleb stood and admired his wonderous ability in plugging in all the amps to the various band equipment scattered across the stage. Mya would be proud. Now, to test it all out. He picked up his bass guitar and slung the strap over his shoulder, attaching the last cable to the guitar itself. He hesitated a moment, then plucked a string.

"GodDAMMIT!"

He threw his bass down and went back behind the huge amps to find the problem as his bandmates snickered from the sound control booth a few feet away. Kyrk grabbed a second soda and pushed the master volume to the speakers on.

A small crowd had gathered by then, along with Mya and Saphire, all pooled around the edges of the small concert arena the boys had rented, with help from their parents. Actually, it was more like a courtyard in the local community college... but that wasn't important.

"Three months with the same drummer. They're having a show to commemorate having a drummer for three months straight," Saphire suddenly announced, having read one of the banners hung haphazardly on a wall.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Mya responded, following her lover's eyesight.

"I'll say."

"I mean, Kayleb, being able to pay someone for that long."

"What?"

"It makes more sense than someone working as their drummer out of the want to actually play in their band."

"... You're right."

"I wonder if they even chose a name yet."

And, as if this were some cheesy cartoon on MTV, someone moved a peice of equipment too close to the microphone, and a very loud squeal erupted throughout the hall, which didn't really stop everyone from chattering like it was suppose to, so Kyle did it a second time.

"Hey! Shut up for a minute so we can play a song or two, eh?" A bit of laughter was heard from here and there in the sparse crowd. "Bitches. Anyway... we're 'Mya's Reading Porn'," a small fit of laughter bursted from a specific corner of the arena, "and this is our third almost consecutive month with the same drummer; a lovely man we like to call Bob, although his name is Nathan." On annoucement, Nathan went into a short, yet semi-intricate solo to show off his skillz, which the rest of the band used as a nifty lead-in to their first song.

Not long afterwards, a soft mist settled over the entire school, which then immediately turned into pouring rain, falling on the small crowd and the front of the stage that hadn't been covered, soaking everyone, except the three members of the band that weren't Kyle. Poor Kyle. Not even halfway through the first song, even!

"Can't wait to tour and get out of this fuckin' 24 hour rain state!" A few screams of agreement could vaguely be heard over the downpour. And then, something completely unexpected happened. A clod of soggy dirt-mud feel on Kyle's head, soaking into his pretty boy bleach tipped hair and running down his face. The crowd was silent for a moment, as Kyle showed his disgust with the situation by ripping the clod from his head and throwing it at the drums. Bob jumped to his feet and winced at his poor drumset's pain. He then glared at Kyle, threw his drumsticks on the ground and stomped away.

"Dude, you just lost us another drummer!"

"Shut up, Kyrk! You made the last one run off when you-"

"Guys! We're being WATCHED..."

Three heads turned towards the audience, which had, collectively, decided the boys' show sucked ass, and threw more mud clods at them all at once. Kayleb screamed and ducked, hiding his precious bass under his body, while Kyle and Kyrk tried to defend themselves by throwing as much mud back at the crowd. You'd almost swear it was Woodstock '94, and Billie Joe was yelling at a huge ocean of audience.

Or, you know, it could just be any mediocre concert in the Portland Metro area on a normal day.

Giving up on whatever hope they still clung to, the rest of the band members left the stage and drug the equipment out of the rain. Of course, the audience still threw whatever mud they could get to, onto the stage long after the three had left. The last to leave was Mya, who was still throwing mud clods, random shoes left by the audience, and whatever she could pick up and heave. Hey, she had to support her no-good brother somehow, didn't she?

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Kayleb heaved the roll of cable over his free shoulder, closed the back of the van door with his foot, and turned heal into Kyle's garage seconds before it peeled out of the driveway and skidded down the street, screams from inside clearly heard from his vantage point. He sighed and walked in the small section of garage they'd been using for a practice area the last year and a half they'd had a band. Kyle was already inside, trying to find a home for his guitar, and his butt. Fortunately, the beaten up five dollar Goodwill couch next to the wall suited both needs.

"Dude, that sucked ass today."

"No fuckin' shit, Assbanger." For a moment, Kayleb glared at his friend, then shrugged non-caringly.

"You're just jealous I don't put out for you." Kyle stopped for a second, made a dismissing noise and flipped his friend off. "That hurts me, Ky. It really does. Now make use of your ass, because it has none, and get me a soda, Bitch."

"You're the bitch, Cocksucker. Go get your own soda."

"Don't call me that, or I just might!"

"Just might what?"

"Suck your cock, Dumbass. Shut you up while I'm at it."

"Kay, you big fuckin' tease."

"Tease? Who's teasing? I bet you'd like me to suck you off, wouldn't you? All those lonely nights, just you and your hand, imagining my ass. It gets you off when you can't find a chick to pretend its me to be with, doesn't it?" Kayleb stretched on the loveseat he was perched on, trying his best to strike a sexy pose while grabbing his own ass. Kyle stared at him for a moment, all sense of joking gone from his face. He looked away quickly and folded his arms over his chest.

"You wish. Give you one more reason to parade your fairy ass around here, wouldn't it?"

Kayleb tilted his head cutely and looked at his best friend. Hmm. Something was amiss.

"You really *do* fantasize about me, don't you?"

"No!"

"Ha, own up, dude. I see it written all over your face. 'Ky wants Kay's ass', in big pink letters!"

"Does not!"

"And I bet right now, all you want is for me to crawl over, sit between your legs and eat your cock." Kyle stared at his friend, sweat starting to become noticeable all over his face. Gulps nervously. Kayleb slid off the loveseat and sauntered across the carpet to his friend, settling on his knees between Ky's legs. "Like this, maybe?" he asked, staring straight into his best friend's eyes, not letting him look elsewhere while he unzipped the loose-fitting jeans and pushed up the worn-thin black tee he was wearing that day. "Or this?" he purred, reaching in Kyle's boxers and pulling out his semi-erect cock, causing him to gasp and throb a little harder in Kayleb's hand, but not look away.

He finally broke eye contact to dip his head just low enough to lap gently at the head of Kyle's dick, then broke all seductive routine and swallowed it as much as he could. Kyle gasped louder and bucked a little, trying to sit still for whatever reason.

"K.. Kay! S-stop!" Another gasp. "Don't stop!"

He bobbed his head a couple times, then stilled and concentrated on sucking, tracing patterns wherever he could with his tongue, and humming just a little, before starting the process all over again, and again. Kyle was squirming as non-violently as he could muster the strength to, and doing a piss poor job of it, too. He let out a small tortured scream as he came, ripping a little section of the fabric on the dingy Goodwill couch, calming fully soon-after.

"Mmm. Not the best tasting I've had, but the effort you put into those orgasms is amazing, Ky."

"Beh.."

"Hm?"

"Bitch!"

Kayleb looked hurt, with those big sad chibi eyes and pouty lip. "Hey, that's not nice. Didn't you like it?" Kyle looked up at his best friend. His best friend that had just given him the best blowjob he'd ever gotten, or would probably ever get. Oh, and he'd been there for all those years, blah blah blah. All that crap.

"You made me cum too fast, Assbanger."

Smile back in place on Kayleb's face. "Well, we can do that next, if you'd like."

"Huh?"

"Bang my ass, Stupid."

"Good Lord, don't touch me! I won't recover from that for a few hours yet."

"Aww..."

"Go sit on that end of the couch, Bitch."

"Fine. I'll just get myself off, then."

"Fine, you do that. I'll be over here sleeping."

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"GAH!"

"Mmmf.. what is it, Ky?"

"Dude... I had this STRANGE ass dream."

"The fuck. You woke me up because you had a dream. I should rape you anally with a pitchfork! Leave me alone."

"No, dude, this was weird. You and I were here at my place, after the show yesterday."

"Wow, you're dreaming about what really happened. How fucking strange."

"Shut up, Assbanger, and let me tell you!"

"Fine."

"We were here after the show, practicing cause we sucked so bad,-"

"Failing to-"

"And we started fighting, and then, there was this noise thing outside."

"A noise thing."

"Yeah. And I got up and looked, and all the limbs off the tree out front had fallen off, and were walkin' down the street. And I swear one of them was flipping me off."

"Ky?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up, roll over, or I'm never gonna give you head ever again."

"Fine, be that way."

"Bitch."

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The End. ^_^