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Loving Stan is easy.
The way his jet black hair sprawls haphazardly across the bleak white pillowcase.
The way his chest rises and falls with every breath.
The way he softly groans in his sleep as he shifts.
The way a smile gently pulls at the corners of his lips as he sleeps.
The way his hand instinctively reaches towards Kyle, blissfully unaware of how much the redhead wants to close the distance.
For Kyle, loving Stan is easy… but always almost having him is the hardest part.
