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It’s been a few months now. Graduation had happened, diplomas were received, and High School was becoming a distant memory. A lot has happened since May, now coming into the middle of August and everyone is scrambling to get ready for College to begin at South Park Community College!
Stan stirred awake and scrunched his eyes, instantly regretting leaving the curtains open last night. He let out a small whine and heard a sigh to the left of him and a shift in movement. “It’s really hard to sleep with you whining so much, Stan,” Kyle said with a small chuckle. Stan’s smile grew and he reached his hand up, placing it on his cheek and going in for a peck on the lips.
“Sorry, honey. It’s so bright in here. How’d ya sleep?”
“Good. I think I need to go to the chiropractor. Neck is out of place.” Kyle sat up and painfully rubbed the back of his neck, Stan stretching before sitting up and leaning over to kiss at his neck. “Anything I can do for you, babe?” Letting out a slight chuckle and shaking his head, he turned and kissed his boyfriend before getting out of bed, ass fully not covered by Stan’s shirt. Which was a great sight. “No, I just need to get it cracked.”
Deciding that he wasn’t going back to sleep, Stan got up as well, neglecting making the bed and walking over to Kyle after the ginger put on a pair of tight black shorts. He picked him up bridal style, earning a loud squeak and hands suddenly latching to his shoulders. “Whoa, don’t break me!” Stan joked, walking to the kitchen and setting him on the counter. As he stood between his legs, he planted his palms on the counter, looking up with nothing but endearment. “I love you.” That phrase was one he never thought he could utter to another human with it holding so much truth and care. Kyle’s legs went around his middle, hands moving to rest gently on his shoulders as he echoed, “I love you.”
This is how mornings have been going for them lately. Every now and again, of course, there would be bickering at sounds or lights too early. But more times than not, they were just kissing and cuddling and, basically, becoming as attached as Craig and Tweek. With one more kiss for the time being, Stan removed himself from Kyle and walked over to the coffee pot. “Coffee?” he asked, hearing an ‘Mhmm’ in return. He nodded to himself and grabbed a bottle of water, opening the top of the Keurig and adding water to the back. Once it was filled for one cup, he added a new coffee pod, Hazelnut, and shut the machine’s lid before igniting the coffee maker. Stan let out a sigh and turned around, stretching his arms above his head again. “So do we have everything for school? I can’t remember.”
“No, we’re just needing to get new laptops since your mistake last week.” Last Monday, Stan may or may not have left the bag with their laptops in it out in the pouring rain at his mother’s house. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but the bag hadn’t been zipped and the bag was sitting under where one of the leaks were on the porch. Stan rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah, yeah, I fucked up. We’ll get them babe, don’t worry.” Once the Keurig made the trademark ‘hissing’ sound, he turned around and removed the mug, repeating the process for his own cup of joe. Going to the fridge and opening the door, he grabbed and added some creamer to Kyle’s cup, passing the warm cup and putting the Caramel Creamer on the counter.
“Can we take the bike today?!” Kyle asked with enthusiasm, taking a sip afterwards and humming in approval. Last month, they decided to take a trip to Illinois to get Stan’s Kawasaki motorcycle. The best part was getting to show Kyle some of the places he loved to go to when he lived there, just as Kyle did with him in South Park. Getting on the bike while Craig and Tweek followed them home in his truck, Kyle’s whole outlook on bikes was changed. Hating them in the past to wanting to take the damn thing everywhere.
“Yes, we can take the bike. Let’s wake and bake first.” Stan walked to the living room, lighting a stick of incense, courtesy of Craig and Tweek, and grabbing his bag of weed. He opened the bag as Kyle walked over and sat down, placing Stan’s coffee in front of him and still holding his own cup. “Thanks honey,” Stan said while loading the one hitter, Kyle replying, “You got it, babe,” as he turned the television on and scrolled over to Max. Once Big Bang was playing in the background, their usual morning show, they both relaxed back as Stan lit the end of the oneie. It was a decent hit he took before blowing it out, coughing a little and refilling the pipe for the other. This was what his life was now and he couldn’t be more elated. Just him and Kyle, relaxing with one another and creating a life together.
Coffee calling his name, he retrieved his cup from the coffee table and took a large sip, humming as Kyle did earlier to the warmth hitting his craving stomach. Kyle was soon turning on the couch, laying his legs across Stan’s lap with the ravenette’s free hand resting on his leg, massaging it softly. Stan couldn’t believe everything that’s happened the last few months and, as cliche as it is to say, there isn’t a single thing that he would want to change. He had his job at Tweek Bros., his own place, a car and his bike, and most importantly, Kyle. His little breath of fresh air.
About one hour had passed when they finally got up and got ready, both of the boys putting on their leather riding jackets. They were expensive, but worth it if they were to get into an accident. With one more shared kiss, they grabbed their helmets and made their way towards the elevator. Once outside and helmets on, Stan climbed onto the bike being followed by Kyle climbing on. “No speeding this time!” Kyle half yelled as the bike started up. “Okay!” Stan yelled back, revving the engine and kicking the kickstand up before taking off out of the parking lot. It wasn’t long before Kyle’s grip tightened around his stomach, Stan seeing he was going about 10 over the speed limit in town. They soon arrived at the Best Buy across town and Stan found a parking lot, killing the engine and flipping the kickstand back down. “Sorry, what was that about going fast?” he asked, removing his helmet and placing it on the left handlebar once Kyle had climbed off. Kyle removed his own gear and set it on the seat, running a hand through his orange, curly locks. “Fuck you, you’re gonna kill us one of these times!”
“Calm down, babe, I’d never put you in danger.” That seemed to be the right thing to say, Kyle walking over and kissing his cheek sweet, Fingers laced together, fitting so perfectly inside of each other’s hands, Stan and Kyle walked in, wandering about until they found the electronic section that held the laptops and computers. They started to look at different Chromebooks, not taking long to find two smaller ones, very similar to the ones that were destroyed. On top of that, they both had Google accounts, so all they had to do with the new laptops was log into their accounts and they were good to go!
Paying for the items and walking back to the parking lot, Kyle announced, “Shit, Stan, I forgot we’re on the bike! How are we going to get these back home safely?!” Stan smirked and pulled out his keys, using the smallest key to open the seat pocket, pulling out a folded up backpack. “Don’t worry, honey, I always have a bag in here.” Kyle smiled and grabbed the bag once it was handed to him. Opening it, he slid the laptops inside and zipped it up, securing the straps over his shoulders. “Okay, got it!”
“Good, now c’mere.” Stan leaned down to give him a sweet, long-lasting kiss, tongue gliding over his mouth before pulling back teasingly. “S-Stan, don’t tease!” Kyle whined, grabbing his helmet and the taller grabbing his own, both securing them onto their heads. Once Stan had climbed on and Kyle got on the back, arms around his frame yet again, the engine was brought to life and they were heading down the road to home. Stan loved feeling the warm air hitting his face as they rode, swerving gently here and there to add, as Stan called it, a little razzle dazzle to the ride. Kyle used to get nervous about it, but now was completely comfortable with it, barely even tensing at the action. They got home and parked the bike, repeating the process they did at the store. Only difference is here, they brought their helmets inside. “Let’s go get these ready for school,” Kyle said, Stan nodding in agreement. “Let’s get it done, babe.”