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Stan hadn't been doing so good. He rarely showed up to school anymore, and when he did- he looked like shit. his usual eyeliner was replaced with eye bags, and all he wore was the same black hoodie with the same dark blue pair of jeans.
So yeah, Kyle was worried. He was scared- even. Last time this happened was freshman year, his dog Sparky passing away after six years together.
Stan took things to heart, especially when it meant shit to him.
And here Kyle was, sitting in Stan's disgusting living room. His dad didn't really.. care for Stan anymore. He was always sleeping in the old house, on the farm.
"I can tell something's up." Kyle said, his face softening.
"Nothin's wrong, Kyle." Stan said, yet he was surrounded in beer cans, cigarette buds, and ZYN packets.
"Just tell me, Stan-"
Stan freezes.
Should he really tell Kyle?
"Dad came by last week. He just.. yelled at me." Stan cried, sniffing through his nose. "I just- it was different this time, Ky-"
"Hey, hey-" Kyle crawled over from his side of the couch, his lips hovering over Stan's.
"I don't think he's coming back this time-"
Kyle got on his knees, surrounding Stan's curled up legs. He leaned back down, using the palms of his fingers to wipe away his tears.
Stan's cheeks flushed, the distance between him and Kyle's literal man tittie's was practically nonexistent. Stan was basically sucking on his nipples.
He flinched at the cold yet soft feel of Kyle's hands. Despite his hands feeling cold, the warmth he brought him was nice. It wasn't physical it was mental. But that triggered a physical reaction.
"Don't cry, dude. Want food- what can I do to make you feel better? Anything." Kyle's Star Of David necklace was dangling over his chest.
Kyle's grin widened.
"I- another beer?" Stan grinned.
"No, somethin' else." Kyle grunted, leaning in closer.
"You said anything." Stan muttered.
"You eat yet?" Kyle asked.
"Uh, no."
"We'll do that."
Kyle's thigh rubbed against Stan's, getting dangerously close to his erection.
Oh, this fucker knew what he was doing. Stan was scared- he was scared Kyle's ass would rub against Stan's enormous boner.
"What do you mean?" Stan asked.
"Anything." Kyle emphasized.
"Whatever makes you feel better." Kyle whispered.
"Kyle-" Stan was interrupted, Kyle's lips meeting his. It was gentle and quick.
Kyle leaned in close-
"Let me make you feel better." Kyle whispered into Stan's ear.
Stan shuddered, Kyle's breath tickled the inside of his ear. It sent shivers down his spine.
"Please." Stan replied.
Kyle stood up from the couch, ripping Stan's blanket off of him.
"It's cold-" Stan said, his pitch raised. "Give it back."
Kyle leaned over, picking Stan up bridal style. "Kyle!"
"Put me down!" Stan yelled, squirming under Kyle's grip.
Stan stopped as they reached the stairs, his breath going short.
Kyle smirked, setting Stan down on his bed.
"Kyleee!" The goth groaned.
Kyle gave him a kiss on his cheek.
"I- I don't want to.." Stan muttered, curling into himself.
"What's wrong? You just don't want to or.." Kyle's manor softened. He laid on the bed next to Stan, nuzzling his face on the same pillow as Stan.
"I haven't showered- in uh.. god knows how long." Stan whispered.
"I can't, Kyle. I couldn't even walk up here. I was on that couch for a week."
"Hey, if I uh.. if I wash you, will that be okay? We don't have to do nothin' you just.. need it, Stan."
"You would do that, Ky?"
"Of course."
"Fuck.. I don't want to get off this bed." Stan groaned.
"I'll go get the bath started."
Kyle twisted and pressed down on the drain, making sure the plug stayed still. He twisted the knob and water poured out.
It was nothing Kyle hadn't seen before, really. He had to share a bath with Stan back when they were kids.. they change and shower in the same locker room, a one night hook-up that they never remembered or recognized..
So yeah, he wouldn't mind washing Stan. Stan was always a depressed kid, it was the least he could do.
Kyle walked back in to the main room, Stan curled into a..ball?
"Hot or cold?"
"Cold." The goth replied.
Kyle nodded as he turned in his feet. He twisted the knob to the far right, not too far, but enough where it wouldn't be considered lukewarm.
It felt cold, not ice cold.. but nice.
Kyle went back to the bedroom, finding Stan in the same state.
"Can you walk.. at all?"
"I don't want to."
So here we were again. Kyle swooped him up, he swore he got a laugh out of him.
"Can you undress?"
"Yeah.." Stan said, raising his hoodie over his shoulders, off of his head, and onto the floor.
He shook as he took off the fabric on his lower half, scared? Kyle looked down after Stan said he was finished, fresh scabbing lined on top of already healed scars.
Stan realized that they were visible and tried to slide his palm down his thigh.
"Stan."
Kyle moved his wrist.
"What?"
"I'm not stupid."
"You relapsed, didn't you?"
Stan swallowed, hard.
"It's been rough." Stan laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
"I know." Kyle bit his lip.
And so, there it was. Kyle had picked Stan up and placed him in the tub- he shivered at the touch. Now, Kyle was running shampoo into Stan's scalp.
"Smells like you."
"No shit, asshole. It's literally the only shampoo in this room."
"You got a cup or anything?" Kyle asked, wiping his slick hands off in the water.
"No, I don't usually take baths.."
Kyle sighed. He scooped the water up in his palms, and brought it to Stan's head.
While Kyle conditioned his hair, Stan tried to wash himself at the slightest.
He succeeded, it wasn't as hard as he thought it would be, physically.
"Turn around?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah.. just for a quick second."
"After this I think I'm done." Stan said, wiping the washcloth across his abdomen.
"You got it?" Kyle said standing from his kneel. He popped his back.. cracking in ways it probably shouldn't have.
"Yeah."
"Towels right here when you're ready." Kyle said, slipping out of the bathroom.
He decided he would make Stan food, he hadn't eaten.. and he knew how Stan's relationship was with eating. It was a hit or miss, he was either eating the whole kitchen, or not eating at all.
Kyle went to see what he had to work with- just to get met with a basically empty pantry.
He checked the fridge- he didn't know what he expected, so he was met with the same thing. Only thing in there was a molding baggie with banana in it.. and beer...beer...beer.. six pack...case of beer...
Jesus christ.
Not even water?
Soda?
Kyle climbed back upstairs, accepting his defeat. To his surprise, Stan was lying on the bed in his clothes, staring at the ceiling.
"Wanna go back to watching TV?" Kyle offered, tossing a random remote towards the boy. "Not a show, is music okay?" Stan asked.
"This ain't my room." Kyle laughed, climbing into the bed with Stan.
They listened to music, Stan scrolling on his phone. Kyle was typing something up, maybe a text?
"You awake?" Kyle asked. Stan's back was facing towards him, so he had no real way of knowing.
"Yeah." Stan mumbled. "M tired."
Stan turned around, his body now pushing against Kyle's. He hadn't realized how close they had moved.
"Hold me. It's cold." Stan asks, gripping onto Kyle.
Kyle dropped his phone on his chest and grabbed around his body.
"Do you feel any better?" Kyle asked.
"My legs don't hurt as bad."
Kyle turned his gaze to Stan, Stan's eyes meeting his. Kyle grinned, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Kyle-"
Kyle rudely interrupted him, planting a kiss on his lips.
"Fine.." Stan whispered.