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It had been a long ass day for Stan, two hours of football conditioning (the worst), six hours of school, and now he was currently at his part time shift working at the South Park Shakey's. He hated it here, everybody seemed to be stupid when ordering.
"Make me a margarita!" The old lady screeched, tipping her sunglasses down. her other hand was placed infront of her eyes to check out her nails.
Stan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Ma'am, this is a Shakey's Pizza Parlor, not a Texas Roadhouse. We do not serve Margarit-"
"Of course you do! I've ordered them from here countless times, child!" The woman scoffed obnoxiously, interrupting Stan mid sentence.
"I give up, I actually fucking give up." Stan said, his voice lowering. "Know what, how about you walk across the street to the Les Bos Bar, you'll fit in- oh, and you can get a margarita! It's a win!" Stan snapped, stepping back from the counter.
"How dare you!" The lady gasped, running out of the store with her cheeks red.
"Jesus fucking christ." Stan muttered, walking to the back.
Stan was so fucking tired. He smelled like your average sweaty quarterback, and a hint of fragrance, which was obviously a horrible attempt to try and mask the horrid smells coming from his feet, crotch, under breasts, and arm-pits. That lady was fortunately the last customer, only one other person sitting at a two person table on their computer, headphones in while sipping on a sweet tea.
Suddenly footsteps appeared behind him, getting louder as they came up. "Hey, I'll close- go home." That familiarly snarky voice said. Craig Tucker.
"Thanks, Craig." Stan sighed, throwing his red apron into his locker. He had just washed it, and he was so lazy that he didn't want to carry that weightless piece of clothing back to his car.
He turned the computer screen repeatedly, waking up the system. He logged in and checked to make sure he did his full shift, then immediately hit that end shift button.
He couldn't wait to get home- especially since it was a Friday fucking night. Oh, and also because he wanted to text Kyle. He and Kyle had been best friends since they were tiny- like just opened their eyes tiny. Then Cartman showed up, and then Kenny followed right after. He and Kyle had always been the.. main ones of the group. They were the closest to each other, and solved whatever problems the group had. (Because most of the times their arguments were the problem- it was fifty fifty on who kyle was arguing with, Stan or Cartman. Either way, Stan and Kyle always seemed to reconcile immediately. Kyle was just an irritable guy, and Stan was just the guy that liked seeing him irritated, not in that way- well…
..
Stan started his car and was immediately relieved by the air conditioning, he was pretty sure he was suffocating inside of Shakey's.
..
Once Stan pulled into his driveway, he could immediately tell something was off. All cars were in the lot, his dad's truck, Shelley's car, Mom's car. Never once had all four cars been home at the same time in four years.
Either somebody was dead or dying, Shelley was caught scissoring her secret fiancée only he knew about, or his parents were getting divorced again.
Stan let a deep breath out and opened the car door, his legs wobbling as he stepped out. A case of the old jelly legs after a long ass day. He grabbed his keys and shut his door- locked the car. He stood at his front door, about to unlock the door- that was before Shelley swung the door open, drunk as a motherfucker.
"Heyyy baby broo-" She said, swinging around and trying to catch her balance. "Mom and dad needa talk to ya!"
Stan's face immediately paled. Oh my god, this was the end- he was about to be lectured for his B Plus in AP Lit.
Or maybe it was because he brought Kyle home a couple of weeks ago, unnoticed- and they walked in on some.. weird things.
"Stanley, come here please!" Sharon yelled, her tone almost too polite.
" Sit down, Baby!" Sharon said, smiling. Randy and Sharon were on opposite sides of the table, leaving a seat in the middle open for him.
"So, am I getting yelled at again for my AP Lit grade..? I promise I'll pick it back up-"
"Stanley." Sharon cleared her throat.
"Sorry."
"Me and your father have decided to go to Florida! How exciting?" Sharon squealed.
"And what exactly does this have to do with me?" Stan asked- specifically not in a rude tone.
"Don't use that tone with me mister." Sharon sighed. "Well, we were just wanting to ask if you would mind staying back to watch the house."
"I don't mind, I have to study anyways- I wouldn't be going to Florida anyway." Stan scoffed.
"Good, so we're headed out tomorrow at six!"
"Okay."
Stan could literally care less. He was irritated. He stunk. He wanted to shower. He wanted to jerk off. He wanted to call Kyle. He wanted to possibly jerk off again but this time to pictures of Kyle.
"That doesn't explain why Shelley is stumbling around right now." Stan asked.
"Oh, that's just your sister baby." Sharon laughed.
Looks like they had one thing in common.
Whatever. He didn't care.
Stan walked up to his room and grabbed a towel, immediately walking across the hall to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and washed his body- every nook and crevice. Here's the thing about Stan. He knows how to do everything BUT wash his hair. This man doesn't know the difference between shampoo and conditioner, meanwhile Kyle is over here deciding which scent he should get for his leave in conditioner- spending four hours just coiling every singular strand of hair with his finger.
Stan threw a random bottle into his hands and squirted a large amount of product into his hair, lathering it into his scalp with whatever energy he had left. He didnt even let it soak before he immediately rinsed it out.
Stan stepped out of the shower, threw a towel around his waist, and called it a day.
He shut his door behind him, making sure it was locked- he didn't need Shelley drunkenly barging in just to mess with him at Twelve AM.
The time read eight twenty eight.
But hey, he had some missed notifications.
kyle : hey dude u off?? (five mins ago)
stan : yeah sorry i was in the shower
kyle : wtf were u doing in there u litt got off an hr ago..
kyle : were u jerking it bro
stan : ew no u wish, i was just trying not to be filthy.
Oh my god why the fuck would you say that Stan.
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Okay, so he said "you wish" is that in a flirtatious way or is he just fucking with Kyle?
kyle : well u failed i can smell ur stench from across the fence
Playing it safe.
stan : wow ok bro. come climb over here then, bet ya wont. winks
kyle : kill yourself
stan : woww okok #fairs
Stan was typing up a whole 'nother storm until his window burst open, a curly red headed boy panting as he climbed in.
"The fuck?" Stan said, genuinely surprised that he actually showed up.
"See, it fuckin' stinks up in here!" Kyle yelped, his loud and proud Jersey accent showing out. "Sorry." Kyle sighed.
"Why don't you like your Jersey accent?"
"I told you this already Stan, I just prefer not ta' use it. Sometimes it just slips." Kyle grunted, sitting on the bed.
"Mm..hm." Stan said, already mesmerized by Kyle.
"You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" Kyle rolled his eyes.
"I did- it's just.. did you do something different with your hair today?"
Easy conversation.
Kyle's cheeks flushed a slight red. "Uh, yeah- you noticed?" He pulled his hat down, trying to cover the bottom half of his hair.
"How couldn't I?"
Stan reached for his hat and threw it off.
"What the fuck Stan!" Kyle squeaked, throwing his hands into fists.
Stan manuevered his way behind Kyle, and tied his hair up using a black elastic he used for his own hair during football practice.
"There, better?" Stan asked, smirking.
Kyle had his fringe sticking out- but it wasn't bad!
Kyle went up to Stan's mirror and took a look.
"Not bad." He grumbled, crossing his arms.
Stan grinned and let out a laugh, Kyle immediately shoving him to the bed.
"Hey!" Stan giggled.
"So, you don't change after you shower?" Kyle teased, tugging at the towel on his waist. What Kyle didn't mean to do was tug so hard that his towel slipped down, revealing Stan's V shaped muscle, and a trail leading to his joy and happiness.
"K-Kyle!" Stan gasped, pulling his towel back up quicker than his dad pulls out another beer.
"Sorry- didn't mean to do that!" Kyle blushed.
"You sure?" Stan teased softly- yet shyly, you could tell he was scared to say it because he immediately shoved his head to face the side, slamming his eyes shut.
Kyle's jaw clenched slightly. "I- uh-"
"Shut the fuck up!" Kyle snapped, his face matching the color of his hair.
"It's okay if you did dude. I uh, I don't mind." Stan bit his lip.
"You're gonna regret saying that, Stan." Kyle whispered.
Stan's eyes widened as Kyle slid on top of Stan- putting his hand under the back of his head and aggressively- no, hungrily clashing his lips against Stan's.
Kyle pulled away, Stan attempting to stammer something out.
"K-Kyle!" He gasped- but was suddenly rudely interrupted by Kyle's fingers shoving between his lips.
"Suck them." Kyle whispered into his ear.
Was he a professional in this? I mean- Stan knew he was a professional GAY, but not a professional in all subjects including gay sex!
Stan slipped his tongue onto the bottom of his fingers, his saliva acting as a lubricant.
Kyle pulled out and completely pulled the towel off, revealing a completely bare and pretty Stan Marsh. His figure was pretty average for a football player- tiny abdominal muscles plucking through his skin, his arm muscles were something else, good god it always drove Kyle insane.
"Stop staring!" Stan huffed.
"It's hard not to." Kyle said, his lips parting in awe.
Kyle pulled his hand down, pressing the tip of his finger onto Stans rim.
"Woah." Stan jumped. Literally jumped. He had never had sex before other than when Wendy tried to push herself onto him during Tolkien's party last year. He eventually gave in- but Wendy did most of the work. Stan was awkward and just sat there, pretending to enjoy it by occasionally moaning. The keyword was pretend. Stan didn't get any pleasure out of that- yet when Wendy was sucking him off, his mind went somewhere else. He imagined Kyles green eyes were looking up at him instead of Wendy's. Technically he was still a quarter- yet even half a virgin, Wendy hadn't actually rode him, so as long as their genitalia didn't unite he hadn't gave that up yet, right?
So if you hadn't guessed already, Stan ended it with Wendy. He straight up told her that he just wasn't getting anything out of the relationship anymore. Wendy scoffed and walked away- coincidentally pushed up against the locker the next day by Clyde Donovan, tongue deep.
Stan's little zone was imploded by Kyle pushing his finger inside of him.
"Fuck-" Stan whimpered, gripping the sheets.
"God, you're tight." Kyle laughed, teasing him with a second finger landing on the skin outside of his entrance.
"Kyle- don't pull that shit on me." Stan gritted his teeth and took a shaky breath.
Kyle smirked and added a second finger in.
Oh my god, Stan wasn't even sure he was just bisexual anymore. He's pretty sure he's gay, like full gay.
Stan let out a full on, loud ass whimper- keep in mind his family is in the room directly below his bedroom.
Kyle started unzipping his pants and slid them down along with his boxers. He was fully erect, pre cum dripping from his slit.
Stan shivered seeing the length and width of that thing- he was doing the math and everything.
"That- what are you gonna do with that Kyle- because no way in hell is that fitting inside of me!" Stan snapped.
"That's why I opened you up." Kyle immediately snapped back. "So are you gonna take it or not?" He grinned, the tip of his cock pressing against his skin.
Stan swallowed that huge feeling in his chest and nodded. "But be careful!"
Kyle nodded and spit on his fingers, rubbing it on his tip slowly.
Stan couldn't keep it a secret any longer, if he did his ass would literally be ripped open.
"Ky- Wait- I'm half a virgin!" Stan squeaked embarrassingly.
"I know, literally nobody is this tight unless they've never had sex before." Kyle scoffed. "I'm not stupid." He teased, taking this opportunity to slam a few inches inside.
Stan's eyes rolled back slightly, letting a loud moan escape from his lips.
"Oh fuck.." Stan gasped, Kyle sliding out, then back in. He picked up the rhythm, getting faster as he went.
"Mm- fuck me deeper!" He groaned, his knuckles white from his grip on the sheets.
Kyle grabbed onto Stan's thighs and pulled him closer, sliding him down his shaft slightly further.
"Aaaagh.." Stan whimpered, his eyes fluttering as they lost focus. "Kyle-"
Kyle was fucking him so well that he could barely think, god he didn't remember his own name. The only thought in his head was Kyle. Kyle, oh fuck.
"Mm- Kyle, fuck!" Stan gasped, Kyle suddenly reaching his hand out to jerk off Stan's erect shaft.
"Oh my god-"
"I-I'm gonna cum- Please Ky-"
Stan wanted to scream his name, he wanted to moan so loud that the Broflovskis would hear from the next door over.
Kyle could feel the blood rushing up to Stan's tip, and whats a good release without a bit of teasing?
Kyle let go of Stan at his tip, and pulled out of his ass.
"What- What no! Ky!" Stan cried.
"Just wait, Jesus you're needy, especially for a virgin."
Kyle laid next to Stan and turned him onto his side, lifting his leg up slightly.
"What are you doing?"
"Just trust me." Kyle smirked, lining his tip back up with the familiar, wet opening.
"Can I?" Kyle asked softly, pressing against his entrance.
Stan nodded as Kyle pushed his full length inside of Stan, balls deep as he mangled Stan's rectal walls.
Kyle was right- holy fuck, he could feel Kyle everywhere now.
"Oh- Fuuckk.." Stan whined, his eyes tearing at the pleasuring sensation.
Kyle wrapped his arms around Stan's raised leg and let his other curl under to grasp his abdomen.
"Mm- Mhm-" Stan was getting fucked blank, holy shit.
This time was different, if he was edged once more he swore he would bust anyway, his balls felt like they were overloading.
"Ky- Ky, please let me cum!"
Kyle moaned as he pressed Stan's thighs to practically suffocate his dick, the pleasure was amazing.
"Mmm- Stan, so fuckin' tight.."
"I- I'm gonna cum!" Stan moaned, slightly louder and higher pitched than before.
"Cum for me, wont you Stan?" Kyle said, pressing into his abdomen to feel his length inside of him.
The sensitivity was insane, he felt Kyle physically pressing on his bladder- and he came. Fluids rushed on to his sheets as he released, and he was a thousand percent sure he had also pissed slightly.
"Kyle!" Stan moaned.
Kyle came shortly after, not pulling out of Stan. The two caught their breaths, and when Kyle tried to pull out- Stan stopped him.
"Not yet." He whispered.
The two reached over their bodies to slightly peck each other.
"Do best friends do this?" Kyle laughed.
"Who said we had to just be best friends?" Stan blushed.
Kyle slid out of Stan and laid him flat, arching his back to clash his lips to Stan's once more.
He moved down to his neck, sucking- even biting. Oh god, he was fucking hungry.
"You're gonna leave marks!" Stan yelped.
"I don't care, they can know who I am." Kyle grinned, lifting his face off of Stan for a second.
// One Fifteen AM //
Kyle had fallen asleep a few minutes after cleaning up. Guess they really were sleeping together now. Stan slid a pair of pajama pants on, not bothering to throw a shirt on, because I mean- his parents wouldn't be up at this hour. He walked downstairs and prepared to make a smooth run to his fridge, crack open the beer, and return to his room.
But unfortunately he heard a voice, one the sounded exactly like his older sister.
Shit, Stan lowkey forgot she existed.
"Hm, Kyle go home?" Shelley slurred, obviously not as drunk as she was earlier, but not exactly sober.
"N-No, he's spending the night." Stan tried to cover his skin by turning off the lights , but that failed when she said this :
"You aren't a good liar, turd. Look at yourself, who did that to you, huh?" Shelly laughed. "I need my fifteen dollars from the McCormick Kid."
What the fuck.