Did you catch Monday's feature of kbois story, When Opportunity Knocks? As we focus in on the holiday season, family can be what we lookforward to, dread, love and loathe... and sometimes all of the above for a variety of reasons. This story has love, drama, doubt, drama, friendship, and more. Have you read it? 

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Kyle felt like his head was going to explode. He needed time to process things on his own. So much had been thrust upon him in such a short amount of time and he didn’t even know where to begin to try to sort things out. He knew he had to talk to Megan, but he was afraid to ask Kim where she was at mentally, knowing that the child of hers that they hadn’t been able to track down was only a few miles away.

He stood up abruptly. “I need to go. I can’t, I-I don’t.” He couldn’t find any words.

Jett stood up and drew him in close. Kyle inhaled his scent, trying to calm himself.

“It’s going to be okay Kyle. I can’t imagine how overwhelming this is for you. Do you want to stay with me tonight?”

Kyle didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted to erase the last couple of hours, but that wasn’t possible. His relationship with Jett was still so new, he didn’t want to send the man running for the hills. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to handle this turn of events if the situation had been reversed and Jett was the one in his shoes instead. No one should have to deal with this kind of shit hitting the fan. One thing that Kyle did know was that he was tired. There was nothing he could do tonight and maybe, just maybe, not being alone would ease his mind.

“Yeah, I’ll stay. I don’t think I could drive anyway. I’m sorry Kim, I just can’t handle anything else right now. I need to process all of this before I can move forward,” Kyle admitted.

Kim gave him a sympathetic smile. “I get it. I really do. You know where to find me. I’m sure you’ll have more questions.”

Kyle nodded and they headed back to Jett’s house via the back deck. Bruce was in his crate and Rosie barely lifted her head off of the dog bed next to him. Their twelve mile hike seemed like eons ago, but in reality, the dogs were still tired from it. Jett led Kyle to his bedroom and steered him toward the shower. It was just what he needed. The hot needles stung a little, taking his focus away from the maelstrom within his head. Jett washed his hair for him, gently kneading and massaging his scalp. It was the kindest thing any of his boyfriends had ever done for him. Jett took care of him when he wasn’t able to himself.

Exhaustion set in as Jett dried him off. He lifted each foot automatically when Jett tapped, pulling a pair of clean boxers up his legs and over his ass. He led Kyle to his bed and tucked him in, even kissing his forehead like his mom did when he was little. Kyle drifted off, his sleep uneasy.

He tossed and turned, his dreams disjointed and disturbing. The room was still dark when he bolted upright, remnants of a nightmare chasing him as he ran toward wakefulness. His heart was beating fast as he realized that he was awake, the demons of the night being pulled out of his mind like the tides receding back into the ocean. Jett stirred, but didn’t wake. Kyle silently slid out of bed, grabbed a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants that were lying folded on a chair, waiting to be put away. They were Jett’s and much too long for him. He closed the door to the bedroom softly, not wanting to wake Jett.

Rosie’s tail thumped and she hauled herself off of her cushy dog bed. Yawning widely with her tongue curling, she stretched herself in the classic downward dog position, head down, butt up in the air, then shifting her weight until she was leaning on her front paws with her back legs stretched out behind her. At the end of the stretch she padded over to him and bumped her face into his leg. He scratched behind her ears and then went to open the slider so both dogs could take care of business. It was still dark out, the sky inky, daylight not quite ready to make an appearance. The air was cold enough that he could see his breath. The dogs finished up quickly, knowing the warm beds were still waiting for them.

Kyle put on a pot of coffee as quietly as he could, taking a cup and settling down on Jett’s couch. He opened the curtains on the front window and watched silently as the inky blackness gradually faded into a dark gray which slowly lightened as the sun journeyed closer to the horizon, chasing away the darkness once again. It was a never ending cycle, an unbroken circle. If only his life could be so simple. Sunrise. Sunset. Rinse. Repeat.

As much as he didn’t want to think about it, his mind kept zeroing in on everything that Kim had told them last night. He knew that he was going to have to tell his sister and then his parents. He just had to figure out how.

Shit. The clinic. He was supposed to work later and he knew there was no way he would be able to focus on his job. It was Jett’s day off and Kyle was hoping that once he woke up they could talk about what had happened and how things were between them. Kyle had no expectations from Jett and would understand completely if he wanted to end things. Who the hell would want a boyfriend with so much baggage?

 

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