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1.
The first time it happens is Kyle’s 18th birthday party. Less of a party, and more of the boys all hanging out in the basement and drinking, but Kyle didn’t want anything else. He always felt awkward around birthdays, not wanting the attention. As such, he was making sure everyone else was having a good time. He was worried about the music, the snacks, if there was enough alcohol, and even if people were going to show up. Stanley had been pumping shots into him, trying to get him to loosen up, and seemingly taking twice as many. As the night progressed, Kyle found himself letting go. He found comfort in looking for Stanley across the room. And Stanley was always looking back at him. He tried not to think too hard about it.
Kyle was loose now, it was almost 2 am and he and Stan had retired to his bedroom. His favorite song started to play and he dragged Stan up off the floor. Stan grumbled, mumbling something about not being able to move. Kyle gave him puppy dog eyes and a pout. Stan rolled his eyes, and unable to say no to Kyle, started to dance. They jumped around singing the words. Once it was over they collapsed into a pile on Kyle’s bed.
“Oh god, I think I’m going to vomit.” Stanley said.
“Don’t do it near me.” Kyle replied.
“I wasn’t actually going to, jackass.”
Kyle hummed in reply, a happy buzz filtering through him.
Stan touched his ankle to Kyle’s. “Did you have a good birthday?”
“Yeah. It was great. Thanks for helping me plan it by the way.”
“I would do anything for you.”
“I know.”
Stanley popped up, suddenly remembering something. He pulled something out of his back pocket. “I almost forgot. Your gift, sir.”
Kyle sat up and grabbed it gingerly. He opened the box and pulled out a brand new leather bound journal and a set of ballpoint pens, his favorite brand. Only Stanley knew that Kyle liked to journal every day.
“I love it, thank you.” Kyle smiled wide, and hugged Stanley.
Stanley clutched at Kyle and whispered in his ear. “I love you.”
“I love you too, man.” Kyle leaned back.
“No, you don’t get it. I love you, Kyle. I have for a long time.”
“I know. We’re best friends, I hope you love me.”
“Kyle.” Stanley sounded like he was in pain now. He leaned up and pressed a kiss to the side of Kyle’s mouth, almost his cheek. Kyle looked at Stanley wide eyed. He didn’t know what to say. “I’m gonna go.” Stan said, just barely. He moved to stand up, but Kyle gripped his arm.
“Don’t leave, Stan. Please. Can we talk in the morning? I’m drunk.” Kyle felt pretty sober right now. But not sober enough to process what Stan had just confessed. All he knew was that he couldn’t let Stan go. Not now.
“I can’t.”
“Stan, stay. It’s my birthday.” He was grasping at straws, but the only bit of leverage he had over Stan at the moment. He made sure to put on the puppy face.
Stan sighed. “Okay.”
“Come here.” Kyle opened his arms. Stan gave in, and wrapped his arms around Kyle’s torso.
“I’m sorry.” Stan said.
“Don’t be. We’re fine.” They stayed embraced in each other's arms until Kyle felt himself drifting to sleep. He wanted to talk about it in the morning, but knew that Stan would probably clam up. He didn’t even know what he would say. But, it was fine as long as they had each other.
2.
Stanley didn’t mention it again. In fact, when they woke up he gave some bullshit excuse about needing to help his mom with something and immediately left. It had been tense between them for the next few weeks. But Kyle was still unsure what to say. What Stanley truly meant. He was pretty wasted. And so was Kyle.
Kyle had feelings for Stanley. It was something that creeped up on him. But he realized it in class one day when Stanley was laughing at something stupid Kyle had said. He always thought Stan was the attractive one in their friend group, but something about the way he laughed made Kyle realize he thought Stan was pretty. And that he wanted to suck Stanley’s face right there in front of everyone. And that he wanted to keep him laughing forever. Stanley was just causally beautiful, and Kyle had been silently wanting him for months now, probably years if he really stopped to consider it. The possibility that Stan felt even remotely the same way filled him with a type of nausea he had never experienced before. He wanted to bring it up, but had no idea how. So he just said nothing. Acted like nothing happened. And that was fine.
But on Friday night he heard something clatter at his window. Thinking it was an animal, he ignored it, until it happened again. Annoyed, he moved to look out, and saw Stanley standing on his lawn. He opened the window. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sneaking in.”
“Why? Just come through the front door.”
“I’m not supposed to be out. Let me in.”
“Dude, I’m on the second floor.”
“What if someone sees?”
Kyle just rolled his eyes and closed the window. He knew Stan was drunk. This wasn’t the first time Stanley had stumbled to his place after binge drinking. Stan seemed to gravitate towards Kyle. And he was fine with it. Nobody else knew just how bad Stanley’s drinking problem was except for him. He had tried to get Stanley help, but he always refused. Said that telling Kyle was enough. But Kyle hated seeing Stanley like this. He would always take care of him, but it hurt to see Stanley killing himself this way. If he had the money, he would send Stan to rehab. But, right now, all he could offer was his comfort. So he fetched Stan, and brought him up to his bed.
“What happened, dude?”
“My dad is such an asshole.”
“What did he do now?”
“It’s nothing. I just tried to tell him how I didn't want to go to college, that I was just gonna move away with you and get a job and he blew up in my face.”
“Blew up how?”
“He called me stupid. Like a lot. Then he implied that I was making a mistake by spending so much time with you. Warned me against being seen as gay. And I was like so what if I am and he was like well I wont be having a faggot for a son and I said what if your son likes taking it up the ass and then he hit me. And I had to come here.”
Kyle's heart broke a little at that. He’s heard many stories of Stan’s dad being a belligerent asshole, and they fought all the time. But he wasn’t prepared for the violence. He knew Randy had a temper, but had never known him to react like that towards his kids. Kyle reached for Stan’s hands.
“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have to deal with that.”
“I was so scared, Kyle.”
“It’s okay, Stanley, I’ve got you now.” Kyle pulled Stan into a hug. Stanley gripped Kyle’s waist, tugging at his shirt.
“I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“I’ll always be here for you.”
“I know. That's why I love you.” Stanley looked up at Kyle, his eyes water. He reached a hand up to trace Kyle’s jaw.
“Stanley.”
“Please, Kyle.”
“Okay.” Kyle let him continue to do it. He eventually took Kyle’s hand and laced their fingers together.
“You’re gonna stay here tonight.”
“I can’t. I have to go.”
“I’m not letting you go back there. Not right now. Just stay with me.”
“Can we cuddle?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, I’ll stay.” Stanley laid down, closest to the wall. He turned on his side to face Kyle. Kyle laid down with him, and wrapped his arms around Stanley’s waist. Stanley put his face in the crook of Kyle’s neck. Kyle rested his chin on Stanley’s head. “You’re safe with me.” He whispered. Stanley hummed in agreement. Kyle rubbed his back until he heard Stanley lightly snoring. He could hardly go to sleep after that, filled with rage.
3.
After that, they mostly go back to normal.
Kyle had softened to Stan after the last confession. He couldn’t stay upset with him knowing what Randy did. In fact, he wanted to kill the son of a bitch. But he was trying to act normal in front of their other friends. So, they both acted like nothing happened.
They were currently at a Core Four sleepover at Cartman’s house, which they only agreed to go to after pregaming at Kenny’s house. Which meant they were all high. Which meant that Stanley was cuddly. Kyle knew by now that Stan liked to play with things when he was high, which mostly meant rubbing his hands on Kyle’s jacket or through Kyle’s hair.
Right now, they were alone. Kenny and Cartman were still playing video games upstairs. They wanted to listen to music and cuddle. So, Stan was practically on Kyle’s lap. Kyle was happy, rubbing circles into Stan’s back, lightly humming along.
“Kyle, you’re such a good singer.” Stan said out of the blue.
“What are you talking about?”
“Like, your voice blends in perfectly with all the songs.”
“That’s because I’m humming, not singing asshole.”
“Sing for me.”
Kyle rolled his eyes, but lowered his mouth to Stanley’s ear and sang softly into it.
Almost to himself Stanley whispered, “God, I want you.”
“Say that again.”
“I want you, Kyle.”
“Fuck me.”
Kyle was just intoxicated enough to not resist his urges, and leaned down to kiss Stanley. Stanley responded eagerly, and moved so he was straddling Kyle. They made out for a while, and broke for air. Kyle looked hungrily at Stan’s reddened lips. He started to suck on Stan’s neck, wanting to mark him, so he wouldn’t forget, couldn’t deny what happened. Stanley reached up into Kyle’s hair and tugged hard. Kyle let out a breathy moan. His hands sneaked lower down Stan’s back, resting above his waistband.
“Please.” Stanley pleaded. He moved Kyle’s hand below his belt. Kyle felt the coarse pubic hair. “Take me. Take me right now.”
“I can’t.” Kyle left his hand there, but didn’t move.
“Why?”
“Kenny and Cartman are right upstairs. What if they come down here?”
“I don’t care.”
“We’re both high. We shouldn’t.”
“Don’t you want this?”
“God, yes. Fuck.”
“Just do it. Please.”
“Okay.”
Against his better judgment, Kyle reached down, feeling Stan’s erection. It felt so good, was heavy, and warm against his hand. He stroked it slowly, tentatively. Stanley closed his eyes and gripped onto Kyle’s shoulders. Kyle tugged harder, and Stanley let out a loud moan. “Kyle, keep going.”
“Oh my god.” Kyle let out a moan himself. He liked making Stanley lose control. As he kept stroking, he pulled Stanley in for a kiss, tangling his other hand in Stanley’s hair. Stanley moaned into his mouth, then pulled away.
“Kyle, harder.”
Kyle growled, unable to get a good grip with Stanley’s pants still on. He tugged on the waistband and Stanley lifted his hips up, helping Kyle pull his pants down. His cock sprung free, sticking straight up. Kyle started at it, entranced. It was gorgeous, red and practically throbbing. Kyle hovered his hand around it, looking up at Stan and running his hand up Stanley’s shirt.
“What are you waiting for, Kyle? Just touch me.”
“You’re so pretty.”
Stanley blushed at this, and Kyle thought that was even prettier, so he lifted one hand to Stanley’s jaw. Stanley leaned in to kiss him, and guided Kyle’s other hand down to his dick. Kyle responded eagerly, picking up a fast and relentless pace. Stanley gripped onto Kyle hard and was letting out breathy moans. Kyle felt the urge to lick Stanley’s penis, so he did. Stanley inhaled sharply, and tugged Kyle’s hair. Kyle left his mouth there, circling his tongue over the head of Stanley’s penis while still tugging on the base.
“I’m close.” Stanley whispered to the top of Kyle’s head.
“Do it.” Kyle said, replacing his mouth with his other hand.
Kyle felt Stan tense and then release as Kyle rubbed the slit of his penis. He stroked him through his orgasm. Stan breathed heavily, shuddering. Kyle extracted his hand from Stanley’s dick, and marveled at the sticky substance on it. He put one finger in his mouth, sucked it dry. Stan smiled as he pulled up his pants.
“Your turn.” Stanley said, and started to get on his knees. As he lowered himself to the ground, they heard the door open and Cartman yelling “What’s up fags?” from the stairs. Stanley jumped up on the couch, and Kyle wiped his hand on Stanley’s shirt.
“Dude!” Stanley said.
“Sorry. Give me that blanket.”
“Why?”
Kyle blushed and looked at his crotch. Stanley followed his gaze, and saw the bulge there. He smirked and handed Kyle the blanket. “We’ll talk later.” Kyle whispered. Stanley nodded, barely. Cartman and Kenny reached the bottom of the stairs, bringing snacks with them.
“What are you two douchebags doing down here, jacking each other off?” Cartman asked.
“We’re just listening to music, asshole.” Kyle shot back.
“Let’s watch a movie.” Kenny said. He looked between the two inquisitively. Stanley was blushing. Kyle was fidgeting with the blanket. “Are you guys fighting or something?”
“No, we’re fine. We’re great! What do you want to watch?” Stan blurted out.
“I’m getting some weird vibes down here. Don’t be killing my buzz.” Cartman chimes in.
“Shut up, Cartman.” Kyle said.
The boys argued over what movie to put on, but Kyle could barely listen. He was just staring at Stanley. He spread out the blanket between them, so they could cuddle, and Stanley smiled softly at him. As the movie played, Stanley leaned on Kyle, wrapping his arms around his waist and letting his head full on Kyle’s shoulder. Kyle rubbed his back, knowing Stanley was bound to fall asleep. Kyle didn’t watch the movie, he just watched Stan. In awe of what happened between them, feeling overwhelmed with fondness for his friend. He loved Stanley, and he didn’t know what he would do if Stanley ignored this again. He found the mark he left on Stanley’s neck and traced it. Stanley was his now. Nothing could change that. But, it only mattered if Stanley wanted to be his too. He sighed loudly, too loudly. Kenny looked over at him, questioning. Kyle blushed and looked away, dropping his hands from Stanley’s neck. He was afraid his feelings were written all over his face, but there was nothing he could do about it. He turned to the screen, feigning normalcy, when all he wanted to do was run his hands over every inch of Stanley’s body. It hurt so bad to have him this close, but not know how he will act in the morning. Kyle wondered why Stanley couldn’t love him in the light of day. Kyle didn’t want to hide anymore. He was tired. He hoped Stanley was too.
4.
They didn’t talk about it the next day, but Stanley was in Kyle’s lap with his tongue down his throat. Kyle tried to drop Stanley off, but they gave each other a look and Stanley practically crawled on top of him. Stanley started to reach down the front of Kyle’s waistband, but Kyle pulled back a little. “What are we doing?” Kyle asked, breathless.
“Isnt it obvious?” Stan asked, grinning.
“Well yeah, but what are we doing?”
“Hooking up?” Stanley was still sitting on Kyle’s lap, but was trying to back away.
“No, it’s not.”
“Why not?”
“You know why.” Kyle was pleading with Stanley.
“I-”
“Say it. Say you love me.” Kyle should feel embarrassed, but he was too desperate.
Stanley faltered for a few seconds. Long enough to make it awkward. “I can't."
“What, you need a drink first?” Kyle’s tone turned harsh. Stanley flinched at that.
“No, it's not that.”
“You just don’t want to be with me?”
“Its not you, it's me.”
“Oh, that's really rich, Stanley.”
“It's true, okay? I'm not ready.”
“You really should’ve thought that through before kissing me.”
“You kissed me.”
“You asked me to!” Kyle was straight up yelling now. He saw Stanley shrink under it.
“I’m sorry.”
“I am too, I don’t mean to yell.” Kyle reached up to stroke Stanley’s neck, the mark still fresh and a brilliant shade of purple.
Stanley put his own hand over Kyle's. “I don’t want to fight, Kyle.”
“Me either.”
“Can you forgive me?”
“You don’t have to ask me that.”
Stanley smiled down at Kyle. He was leaning in for another kiss, but suddenly jumped out of Kyle’s grasp into his own seat. He sank low, breathing hard.
“What?”
“My neighbor just walked past.”
“So?”
“What if he tells my dad?”
“Why would he do that?”
“I don’t know. Can we just do this later? At your house?”
“Sure, Stan. Bye.” Kyle was getting pissed, but he really didn't want to start an argument with Stanley right now. Stanley seemed hurt at the coldness in his tone, the clipped response, but honestly Kyle was too upset to care. He watched Stanley walk to his door and then sped away, blinking back tears from his eyes.
~~
At the next party they go to, Stanley is super clingy. He had been like that all week, and Kyle was fine with it. Stanley didn’t try to kiss him unless they were alone, and Kyle never let it go further. And that was better than nothing. For both of them. It’s only when Cartman starts trying to get people to do karaoke that Stanley leans over to kiss Kyle. Kyle dodges and whispers in his ear, “Not here.”
Stanley pouts at him. “I want to kiss you.”
“Let’s go outside.” Kyle stands up and Stanley takes his hand. Kyle leads him to the front of the house, where less people will be. Stan’s hands are all over him. “How drunk are you?”
“I’ve only had like three beers.”
“And shots?”
Stanley winced. ‘Um, like three also.”
“That explains it, then.”
“What?”
“Trying to kiss me in front of everyone.”
“Of course I want to kiss you, I love you.”
“Stop.” Kyle felt sick to his stomach. He didn't want to hear this again.
“I’m in love with Kyle Broflovski!” Stanley shouts.
“Be quiet.”
“It’s true.”
“I thought you didn’t want people to know.”
“I want everyone to know that you’re with me.”
“I don’t believe you, Stanley.”
“Why?”
“Becasue you won’t say any of this in the light of day. You don’t love me when you’re sober.”
‘Why are you being mean to me?”
“You are impossible to deal with, Stanley.”
“Take it back.”
“You are acting like a child.”
Stanley tears up.
“Jesus Christ.”
“Stop being mean to me, Kyle." Tears flow down Stanley’s face.
“You have no idea how much you hurt me each time you do this, do you?”
“I'm not trying to hurt you.”
This makes Kyle start to tear up. “But you are, Stanley.”
“Let me make it up to you.” Stanley reaches out for Kyle. Kyle backs away.
“No. Not right now. I’m gonna take you home.”
“No. You’re still mad at me.”
“Yeah, I am.” Kyle was actively fighting the tears.
“I don’t want to go home, I want to go to your house.”
“I don’t care.” It hurts Kyle to say, but he can’t deal with waking up next to Stanley again.
“Don’t say that.”
“Stanley, please. Let’s go.”
Stanley reached out for Kyle. Kyle let him. He hugged Kyle hard, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Kyle didn’t touch him back. When Stanley pulled back, Kyle was crying. Stanley reached up to wipe his tears. “Don’t cry, Kyle.”
“C’mon.” Kyle started to walk to his car. Stanley followed him like a lost puppy. They rode in silence, the only sound being Stanley’s sniffles. As they pull up to his house, Kyle unlocks his car without a word.
“Kyle.” Stanley whispers.
“Just go.” Kyle can barely look at him. Stanley sighs and slowly walks up to his door. Kyle watches, makes sure he gets inside, then turns away. He almost goes home himself but at the last second decides he wants to be fucked up and heads back to the party.
The rest of the night is a blur, and somehow he finds himself waking up with a groan in Kenny’s bedroom.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Kenny says.
“Fuck off.”
Kenny chuckled. “I’ve never seen you so drunk.”
“This feels horrible.”
“Welcome to the world of the hangover.”
“I’ve taken care of Stanley so much, I’ve never had one. This sucks.”
“Here, man.” Kenny hands him a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.
Kyle takes a few pills and downs the water. “Thanks.”
“Dude, what did Stanley do to you?”
“Nothing.”
“I know you two are together.”
“We aren’t.”
“C’mon Kyle. I see the way you two look at each other.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Also, something totally happened in Cartman’s basement that night.”
“What? How do you know?”
“It smelled like sex down there. And Stanley had a huge hickey. You guys are not as subtle as you think.”
“Ugh. Tell him that. Did I do anything stupid last night?”
“I mean, no. You were just whining about Stanley being an asshole to anyone who had the unfortunate luck of being close to you.”
“Are you serious?”
“It was pretty bad, dude.”
“Fuck. He’s just so infuriating.”
“So, you are together?”
“Yeah, kinda. I don’t know. We fought last night.”
“Why?”
“He only says he loves me when he’s drunk or high. And only wants to fool around in the day. And I get it. I do. His dad is beyond an asshole. I don’t care if we have to hide, but I just want him to love me when he’s sober.”
“Dude, he does.”
“How do you know?”
“Do you know how many times he’s come blubbering to me about you? Plus, it's written all over his face when he looks at you.”
“He talks to you about me?”
“All the time, dude. It’s honestly annoying. He is obsessed with you.”
“He doesn't act like it.”
“Well, he’s sort of an asshole. So are you.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t worry about it Kyle, he’ll come around.”
“You should be a therapist, Kenny.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Kyle laughed. So did Kenny. He felt lighter. Slightly. He felt like he didn’t understand Stanley at all. He wanted to go to him. But, he felt the need to wait for Stanley to come to him first. He was worried that would never happen.
5.
Kyle wasn’t going out on a Friday night for the first night in weeks. Without Stanley, he was uninterested. They haven’t really spoken since their fight. And Kyle doesn't want to fight again. So he was doing homework alone. He hears a knock on his door. “What?”
“Um, dude, don’t be mad, but he was sitting on our porch about to cry and I didn’t know what to do.” Ike shouted through the door. Kyle walked to it and opened it up.
“What are you talking about?” Kyle peeked out and saw Ike supporting a very drunk Stan.
“Kyle!”
Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes. “Bring him to my bed, I guess.” He moved to take Stanley’s other shoulder, and they dragged him over to the bed and sat him down. “Thanks, Ike.”
“I wasn’t gonna leave him out there, it’s freezing. He was begging to know if you were here.”
“It’s fine, Ike. You can go.”
“I know you guys are talking about me.” Stanley chimes in.
“Are you sure?” Ike asks.
“Yeah. I’m used to this."
“Okay, just yell if you need me.”
“Thanks.”
Ike gave Kyle a sad smile and walked out. Kyle cringed. He was sure Ike was aware of how often Stan slept over. How Kyle doted over him. He let his embarrassment roll away, as he took sight of the teary Stanley in front of him.
“Why aren’t you at the party?” Kyle asked, wearily.
“I missed you. I hate when you’re mad at me.” Stan said with a pout on his face.
“I hate being mad at you.”
“It’s just hard, dude. Like it sucks.”
“What sucks?”
“Being gay and stuff. It’s just like, why can’t I be normal? Why do I have to fall in love with my best friend and make it awkward? I suck.”
“You are normal, Stanley. I’m gay, too.”
“Yeah, but it’s like okay for you to be gay.”
“And why isn’t it okay for you?”
Stanley bursts into tears when he hears that. Kyle just sits there, trying to wait him out but he doesn't stop. It turns into full on sobs.
“Jesus Christ, dude.”
“I’m sorry.” Stanley says through the tears.
“Come here.” Kyle holds out his arms and Stanley gives him, pressing his face to Kyle’s chest. Kyle rubs Stanley’s back. “It’s okay, Stan.”
“I’m so scared, Kyle.”
“Of me?”
“Of my dad. Of everyone finding out I’m gay and judging me. Of having to explain my relationship with Wendy. But, god, it’s always been you, Kyle. Always.”
“You don’t have to explain anything to anybody. Just be.”
“Your’e so smart and logical and stuff. It’s crazy.”
“No, I’ve just accepted it. You can accept it too. It’s scary. It really is. But it’s scarier hiding yourself away from the world. Drinking away the pain.”
“Well, actually, I’m drinking because you're mad at me.”
“Oh, thanks for blaming me for this.”
“It’s your fault. Just stop being so attractive. And then I wouldn’t say stupid things like ‘I love you.’”
“Are you gonna remember any of this in the morning?”
“I’m not that drunk.”
“Why do you keep doing this, Stanley?”
“I can’t stop myself from loving you.”
“But why do you keep self sabotaging? Can’t you see I love you too?”
“That’s what I’m scared of. I’m gonna fuck it all up.”
“No, you won’t. You don't have to be scared of me. I’m not gonna leave you.”
“Do you promise?”
“Yes.”
“I’m so tired. Can I sleep here?”
“Of course.”
Stanley takes off his hat and jacket and throws them to the other side of the room. He struggles to take off his pants, and Kyle almost reaches down to help him, but he kicks them off himself. He grabs Kyle’s blanket and wraps himself up in it. Kyle watches him until he is sure Stanley is asleep. Then, he kisses Stanley’s temple and sighs.
Kyle climbs into bed behind Stanley. He lets himself wrap his arms around Stan, and pretend they are a regular couple. He went to sleep himself, holding the boy he still couldn’t have.
+ 1
Kyle was getting ready to go pick Stanley up. The core four and Butters were all planning on taking a road trip. As he grabbed his keys to exit, a knock sounded on his door. He opened it to see Stanley standing there, holding a bouquet, chocolates, a teddy bear and a handful of heart balloons.
“Hello?”
“Hi. I’m here to apologize.”
“Apologize?”
“For being a gigantic asshole.”
Kyle let a peal of laughter burst out of him. “Get in here.”
Stan walks first and dumps everything on Kyle’s living room table haphazardly. He grins goofily at Kyle.
“You are ridiculous.”
“It’s a grand gesture.”
“Yes, I got that, thank you.”
“Anyway, I’m sorry for being a gigantic asshole.”
“You aren’t being a gigantic asshole.”
“No, I was. I definitely was.”
“I wasn’t exactly being the best person either.”
“Kyle, I’m sorry for hurting you. Really.”
“You don’t have to apologize to me.”
“Yeah, but I want to.”
“You’re too sweet. I accept your apology.”
“Are you being sarcastic?”
“No, this is very sweet. Come here.” Stan walks over tentatively. Kyle pulls him in for a hug. Stanley lets out a breath of relief and grabs hard at Kyle’s waist.
“So, you’re not still mad at me?”
“No. I can never stay mad at you, you know that.”
Stan smiles and plants a kiss on Kyle’s mouth. “I love you, Kyle.” As soon as Stan says this, a gag comes from his mouth.
“What? Seriously? You still do that?”
“Um. I didn’t think so. I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be.” Kyle kisses him back, snaking a hand through Stan’s hair. Kyle plants kisses up and down Stan’s jaw, down his neck and into his collarbones. Stanley giggles.
“Kyle, what are you doing?”
“Kissing you.”
“Most people kiss on the mouth.”
“Want to taste you.”
“Oh. So, you really do like me back?”
Kyle rolls his eyes. “Took you this long to figure that out?”
“I can never tell with you.”
Kyle leaned down to Stanley’s ear. “Stanley, I want you so bad it hurts.”
“Take me.” Stanley moved Kyle’s hand to his waistband.
“We can’t. We’ll be late.” Kyle moved his hand up, slipping it under Stanley’s t-shirt, and feeling the expanse of stomach. He brushed over Stanley’s nipple, causing him to gasp.
“I don’t care. Fuck them.”
“Stanley.”
“C’mon it’s not fair. You’ve seen my dick, I haven’t seen yours.” Stanley was practically whining.
“You can only see mine if you say we’re dating.” Kyle withdrew his hand, placing it behind Stanley’s head.
“Didn’t the grand gesture say it?”
“Say you belong to me.”
“I’m all yours, babe.” Stanley said, nipping at Kyle’s neck.
“Fuck yes.”
“Are we alone?”
“Ike’s here, but he’s asleep.”
“Good.”
Stanley pulls down Kyle’s pants. He palms Kyle's boxers, marveling at the bulge there. Kyle reaches out a hand for Stan’s waistband. “Uh-uh. Not right now.”
“Why not?”
“It’s all about you today.” Stanley pulled down Kyle’s underwear, letting his cock spring free. It bounced up, red and dripping. “You’re eager.”
Kyle felt a deep blush bloom over his face. “Shut up.”
“I like it.” Stanley sank down his knees, put his face in Kyle’s pube and inhaled. He let out a satisfied groan.
“Stanley.”
“You smell so good.”
“Stop teasing.”
“I’m not.”
“Prove it.”
Stanley does, licking a stripe up the underside of Kyle’s dick. “Holy fuck.” Kyle breathes out. Stanley forms an O and takes Kyle in as far as he can go. Kyle strings his hand in Stanley’s hair, wanting to push, but stopping himself. Stanley looks up at Kyle through hooded eyes and nods, giving permission. Stanley pushes Kyle’s head down, and at the same time thrusts into his mouth. He stops slightly, worried that he hurt Stan, but Stan keeps going. Kyle is letting out soft breathy moans, he has never felt anything this amazing in his life. Stanley lets him have control, pushing his head softly, and tugging on his hair. “Stan. You’re amazing. You’re so hot.” Stan rewards him by flicking his tongue over Kyle’s slit. Kyle shudders, grip loosening on Stan’s head. Stan squeezes his ass. Kyle begins thrusting into his mouth, unable to control himself. “Sorry, sorry.” Stan rubs his thigh, telling him it’s fine. Kyle keeps moving at an urgent and hungry pace, and Stanley keeps it up. When his finger circles the ring of Kyle’s ass, he can’t hold back and comes straight into Stanley’s mouth with no warning. Stanley swallows it all without breaking eye contact. A small line of white dribbles down his mouth and Kyle swipes it away.
Stan leans down on his knees, Kyle still has a hand in his hair. He presses his mouth to Kyle’s thigh, out of breath. “How did you get so good at that?” Kyle asked.
“I don’t know. I just liked how you felt in my mouth.”
“You didn’t have any practice did you?”
“No. Why are you jealous?”
“Nope.”
“You are.”
“Of nonexistent men? I’m not.” Kyle was blushing. Stanley stood up. He pulled up Stanley’s pants.
“You’re so cute, Kyle.”
“Be quiet.”
“God, I love you.” Stanley liked saying it now, wasn’t scared anymore.
Kyle smiled at him softly. “I love you, too.”
Kyle thought that maybe things would be okay between them. Great, even. He took Stanley’s hand and led him out the door.
end