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“You're gonna die and you know it”
“Wouldn't be the first time”
Kyle rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore Kenny's insanely dangerous antics (which this time consisted of standing on one foot on an insanely unstable table, putting up enough Christmas lights to light up a whole neighborhood) in favor of continuing to make the Christmas playlist. Stan and Butters had gone out to buy presents (because of course they couldn't help but procrastinate the Christmas shopping until the very last moment), and although he didn't know where Cartman was, it was a fair bet to assume he would be hanging mistletoe all over the house. That asshole.
Kyle leaped off the couch, catching Kenny before his body could touch the floor, head first. The table he'd been standing on fell down with a rattle, and the lights hung from the ceiling, one of the tips dangling because Kenny hadn't finished putting it up.
“You're a fucking idiot” Kyle grumbled, and Kenny grinned at him.
“I might be, but…” He laughed, pointing up.
There was a fucking mistletoe right there. Of course there was.
Kyle let him fall.
“Ow! Hey, that was rude!”
“And you're insanely stupid” For good measure, though, Kyle kissed his forehead. Honoring the tradition or some shit. “Go do something less stupidly dangerous, Butters will kill me if you get hurt”
Kenny was grinning, still on the floor. He made a thumbs up sign.
“Yes sir!”
He then stood up and ran off upstairs, leaving Kyle in the living room shaking his head.
He was glad for Kenny. A couple months ago it would've been impossible to see him this happy, but now he was so close to his typical chaotic self. Childish, kinda reckless, constantly cheerful. He had missed that version of his friend.
“KAAAHL!!!” He heard Cartman's call coming from the kitchen, and promptly almost fell off the stool he stood on (much safer than that shitty table) in order to finish Kenny's job.
“The fuck you want!” Kyle shouted back after stabilizing himself. He was sure he heard Cartman cackle. That asshole.
“Your faggy boyfriend's almost at the door, he might need help with the shit load of bags he's carrying” He announced, and Kyle began regretting having told Cartman he and Stan were dating. A regret he'd had since they told him. But that was whatever.
“Why don't you help them yourself? I'm busy here” Kyle scoffed, yes, he wanted to see Stan, but he wanted to get this over with much more.
“Can't do that” Cartman popped his head into the room, showing Kyle his flour-covered hands. Nice. So that's what he was doing.
“Fine” Kyle grumbled, fixing the lights as quickly as he could, and hearing the doorbell just as he left the stupid stool.
“Hi” Stan greeted, his voice warm and soft, unlike the weather he'd just left. His nose and cheeks were all red and flushed, yet he was still grinning. Kyle wanted to kiss that grin so fucking bad.
“Hey” He answered instead, taking a couple of the bags from Stan's hands. “Where do I take these?”
“The living room’s fine. Thanks dude”
Butters came in too - Kyle had forgotten about him for a second - and all three of them left their bags on the couch, they'd put them away at some other point. Maybe all of them were procrastinators, actually.
“Where's Kenny?” Butters asked, looking at Kyle. “Well, uhm, if I gotta do anything I will! I don't gotta go see Kenny yet it's fine if I got things to do rea-”
“He's upstairs” Kyle interrupted his friend's yapping, pointing at the stairs.
“Thanks” Butters grinned, and then he left in his best friend's direction.
Stan sat on the couch with a groan.
“You good?” Kyle asked, sitting next to him. He didn't know how they managed to get the tiny ass couch to handle several bags and two people at the same time, but that was whatever. Christmas miracles or something.
“Hmm, tired” Stan muttered, leaning his head onto Kyle's shoulder.
Fair.
Kyle put a blanket over them, and Stan cuddled under it. Yeah, maybe they could have a little nap. They had earned it.
~★~
“Oh my god seriously why are they so gay”
“Be nice Eric!”
“No thanks”
“You're gonna wake them up”
“Good”
“No, not good”
Kyle opened his eyes with a groan, looking around the room only to see Butters and Cartman bickering as they put up the tree. Some of the bags were already gone - Kyle assumed those were Butters’s - and Stan and he were still in pretty much the same position as before, though with two blankets over them instead of one.
Kyle shook Stan lightly, and it didn't take much for him to awaken too.
“G’morning” He yawned, stretching after having been asleep in such a likely uncomfortable position.
“Afternoon, you mean” Kyle answered, softly pushing Stan off him.
“C'mon homos, come help us with this shit” Cartman, nice as always, never the one to ruin the moment.
With a groan, Stan and Kyle stood up, and they headed to where their friends were building the plastic tree. It wasn't too huge, their budget couldn't handle anything bigger, but that was fine. After that, they began hanging the baubles on it. Soon before they were over with it, a song began blasting through the TV's speakers, jumpscaring them all.
“Oh my god KINNAY STOP WITH THE FUCKING BURRITO” Cartman screamed at Kenny, who stood by said TV with a huge grin on his face.
“Excuse you, Mi Burrito Sabanero is the best christmas song ever, you just have no taste” Kenny laughed, leaning against the wall. Everyone groaned.
“Well sorry Ken, but it's… kinda a real awful song” Butters muttered with a smile, rubbing his knuckles against each other.
“I hate you all” Kenny told them lightheartedly, turning the volume down either way. “Y'all need my help?”
“We're finishing the tree, wanna join?” Stan offered, and Kenny soon was right by their side.
~★~
“How is it?”
Stan grumbled something, and that was it.
Kyle couldn't help a sigh.
The day had been going just fine, until Kenny had insisted on going outside. They had quickly began a snow fight - nothing unusual there - and it had been all fun… until Stan had tripped and sprained his ankle. The ever good luck of South Park boys.
After icing it, sat on the couch, Stan insisted it was fine if the others went back out - Kyle wasn't having any of that shit. Stan would downplay it every single time he got injured, ignore it for as long as he could, and Kyle wasn't leaving him alone for him to fuck up his ankle forever or some of the shit he typically did when unsupervised.
Plus it was warmer down here. Kyle had never liked snow that much either way.
“Sorry” Stan mumbled, so quietly Kyle wouldn't have heard him if he wasn't right by his side.
“For what?”
“I fucked the day up. It was going so good-”
“It's fine, don't worry about it” Kyle reassured, he was very much content with cuddling with his super best boyfriend, he didn't need anything else.
“No it's not fine! I wanted for our first Christmas all together to be perfect, but of course I can't do anything right and I fucking fell down because I'm an idiot and-” Stan rambled, up until Kyle interrupted him, taking the ravenette’s hands in his.
“Stan. Listen the fuck up” Kyle said, making eye contact with him. “You did nothing wrong, ok? I had a great time. We all did. And- dude, I don't even celebrate Christmas! I'm doing this for all of you. For you , Stan. Because I love you so fucking much, you're the best thing that's happened to me and- look, I don't care if shit doesn't go as planned. As long as you're with me, I don't care about that. Because just being with you, it makes all my days perfect”
After a couple seconds of silence, Stan spoke, breaking it.
“You learnt something today?” He joked, but Kyle could tell he was almost crying.
“Shut up!” Kyle pushed his shoulder, not strong enough to hurt him though, his cheeks growing red. “Next time I'm not pulling you out of your self-loathing pit dude”
Stan laughed, and so did Kyle. They both knew he wouldn’t actually do as he’d threatened. Because anything Stan needed, Kyle would be right there for him.
That's what super best boyfriends are for.