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Stan had almost ate ice- Kyle caught him right before he fell, and his eyes caught Stans.
God damn, those pretty blue eyes were complimented nicely in this scenery. He had always noticed- it was just now, this moment, that Kyle decided to get a raging boner.
"Dude, you hard?" Stan laughs, looking down at Kyles crotch, then back up at his face.
"Yeah, I am." Kyle admits. God, Stan better get the hint.
"You need help with that?" Stan winks, dragging him away from Kenny and Marjorine.
"Please- Stan, I'm fucking throbbing." Kyle whines, Stan dragging him into a dark alleyway.
Kyle grabs onto Stan's Face, pushing him up onto the brick wall. The air smelled of weed and smoke, nothing out of the ordinary.
Stan's lips meet with Kyles- his raging boner pressing against Stan.
Stan pulls his pants down, himself going with them. He meets mouth level to Kyles Tip- the are was so tight he was already touching against him.
Kyle was throbbing, his dick was practically swollen. Stan starts with the tip, teasing the man by just making tongue to tip contact.
"Please- Stan, don't fucking tease me like that- gah!" Kyle moans, covering his mouth after he realized how loud he was being.
Stan stops the teasing- the whining had given him a win. He slowly pushed Kyle into his mouth, inch by inch.
Kyle was covering his mouth- yet it didn't help much. He grasped onto Stan's head, pushing him balls deep, making his member push against Stans throat.
Stan was looking up at Kyle- the eye contact turned him on.
Stan now had a raging boner, how ironic.
"Fuck- just like that."
Stan started tearing up- not out of sadness, he looked like he was quietly enjoying it.
"Ngh- you're so pretty when you cry"
Stan picks up the speed, tears now rolling down his face. Wet gargling noises were loud and sloppy- there was no point in trying to stay quiet anymore.
"Fuck- keep up this pace- and I- I'm gonna cum!"
Kyle whimpers- twirling Stans hair around his finger and knotting it for support.
Kyle cums inside of Stan- thrusting deeper to make sure he takes all of it.
Stan stands up- his boner meeting with Kyles Dick.
"Oh, now you need help?" Kyle teases.
Stan gulps, cheeks flushed pink.
Kyle practically ripped off Stan's pants, turning him around to face the brick wall.
Kyle's fingers rimmed around Stan's hole, pulling them away to spit on his middle and ring finger. He pushes the two in- positioning them to curve up into Stan's ass.
"Fuck- Please- Kyle, I need this, do whatever you want! I don't care!"
That made Kyle blush- he now knew Stan trusted him.
Kyle pulls his fingers out and pushes his tip into Stans entrance, Stan gasping at the feeling.
Stan starts pushing his hand up and down on his dick- the stimulation from both sides was killing him. Newly fallen tears replace the dried ones, the cold air flushing their skin like needles. Snow had started falling again, they needed to hurry up.
Kyle shoves the rest of his inches in, understanding the time they had left.
"Fuck- we need to hurry up- mmkph!"
Stan whined- looking back at Kyle.
Kyle leaned in and kissed his cheek, then his lips. He picked up the pace as the snowfall got heavier- Stan whining into his mouth.
Kyle pulls away, grabbing onto Stans hips, forcing him to take his full length.
"Awh fuck! Im gonna cum! Kyle- Im gonna cum- Stop!"
Kyle and Stan came to a finish at the same time- The warmth spreading up Stans insides.
Stan picked his pants up, and wiped his tears away.
"Jesus, you're not gonna clean up?" Kyle asked, pulling his pants back up. He obviously didn't have to. His DNA was literally dripping out of Stan.
"With what? The snow?" Stan laughs, butting into Kyle with his elbow.
"Not like we have time anyways, Kenny and Marj are probably worried." Stan says, dragging him out of the alley.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Ky."
They didn't realize that they had walked past a traumatized Kenny McCormick and Marjorine Stotch.