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Started off as a birthday thing	By : LiPooh Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2776 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Started off as a birthday thing
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The only sound that was heard in the Broflovski’s household at mid-night, exactly, was a certain birthday boy’s cell phone tune ringing in his room. He was the only one who was awake to hear it, too, and, expecting the call to be from a certain best friend, Kyle softly closed the book he had been reading, in order to pay close attention to it. So he reached for his mobile, which laid on the opposite extreme of his desk, and answered the call with a smile on his face.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KY!” The raven beamed from the other side of the line, not showing any signs of tiredness whatsoever.
“Thanks, Stan.” Kyle replied gently, like he always did when it was his birthday. In other occasions, he would be rather rude to his best friend for calling him that late, but since it was a special occasion and tradition of theirs, there was no reason for doing so. Besides, he tries to avoid being unpleasant to anyone who isn’t Eric.
“Getting old, huh? Sixteen already; what a grandpa.” Both of them chuckled softly, mainly for not to wake up their families.
“Soon you’re the victim, so shut up.” The redhead moved to lie on his bed instead of sit on the desk chair, and covered himself with the sheets. “What are you getting me this time? Or is it another surprise?” He smiled, remembering his last birthday, in which Stan had made him wait until the exact time he was born, fifteen years ago, to allow him to open his present. It was the remaining Watchmen comic books he needed to complete the collection, which he had given up trying to accomplish it, since the places he knew that used to sell these comics didn’t any longer, and it really lost him, with his hope along. Kyle was actually very, very surprised when he got them, and very, very curious when Stan refused to tell him how he had gotten them.
“We’ll do it just like last year.” The boy on the other line replied, glancing at his watch on the nightstand. “Cartman said he’s got something really special for you, and Kenny refuses to gift you if it can’t be anything related to sex.”
“Whatever; I don’t need thongs, anyway.” Kyle shrugged and cuddled with the sheets and pillow on the bed, making himself even more comfortable and warm, since it was always so cold in South Park.
Despite the fact that his actions made a little noise, he could swear he had heard Randy and Sharon’s voice on the other side of the line, and it wasn’t something pleasant, either. Or words. Mrs. Marsh, however, sounded very much pleased herself.
Needless to say, it disgusted both boys beyond belief.
“Augh, turns out my parents are still awake. I thought it was over, ugh. Christ.” Kyle could hear Stan get up from his bed and open his wooden wardrobe. The raven put his jacket and shoes on, before walk out of his bedroom, down the stairs, and outside his house. He locked the front door and turned to the right, walking down the street.
“Ugh, at least you didn’t see them doing it. Ike said it was terrifying.” The birthday boy managed to get out of his bed without making any noise, and threw the covers around his body, quietly as well. He put on his shoes and coursed the same process Stan did to get out of his house (since all South Park houses are similar in structure). The night outside was nice, without noise and without cold breezes, just the same cold atmosphere, so maybe Stan wouldn’t notice he was walking outside.
A picture of his parents having their well deserved sexy time flashed for a millisecond inside Stan’s head, sending shivers down his spine. “Ahh, don’t even.” He shut his eyes and shook his body, to make both the images and the shivers go away. “Ugh, talk to me, so maybe I can fill my head with images of you instead.” Stan commanded as he turned the street corner on the right, following the trajectory he had always taken when going to Kyle’s house.
“Uh, okay. Ask me something.” Kyle started to fill his mind with answers for the possible questions or commands his best friend was about to shoot, such as “what are you thinking of; what are you doing; where are you; what are you looking at right now.”
“Can I play video games when I get there?” Typical of Stan. The cold air that blew against the boy’s skin as he walked started to burn him, so he brought the collar of his jacket up, covering his neck, and brought his arm up as well, next to the other which was holding the phone, as his body shivered.
“No, because my family is sleeping. Besides, it’s my birthday and I want your attention.” Even it being some minutes past mid-night, Kyle still stopped and looked both sides before cross the street. It was a habit after all these years.
“And what if I disobey you and go play either way?” Stan smiled, knowing what was about to come as a reply. He quickly crossed a street, what only made a little cold breeze blow past him, sending more shivers down his spine.
“Well, I’d have to take the system away from you and lock it somewhere where your head isn’t aware of its existence.” Kyle shrugged, walking straight to the end of the block.
“… You have a room that I don’t know of?” The raven frowned and gazed down, trying to think of a door in the Broflovski household which he hadn’t ever been invited in or seen the inside of the room it locks away. Nothing seemed to show itself, though, as he visualized an imaginary tour around the house in his head.
“Uh, that’s not what I meant. I meant I was going to hide the system inside a wardrobe or something while you don’t look.” Kyle rolled his eyes and stopped when had reached his goal, also known as the opposite street corner of the block. He knew exactly where Stan was, because he could hear the echo of his “ohh” on the other street. They could, however, not see each other, because a big building on the block that was on his right made it impossible to see the concurrent street. A single house of that street was the only visible thing, though, and it was in front of that house that Kyle planned their meeting, so he glanced on his right and left and crossed the street which separated the blocks.
When Stan glanced up to cross another street, it was much of his surprise to see Kyle on the street corner across the one he was. And he was wearing that comforting smile of his, and blinking those gorgeous green eyes, and wearing that warm quilt around his body and he just looked simply amazing under the moon light.
“Hey.” The redhead greeted, once his friend had crossed the street and was standing in front of him. He opened his arms, in order to allow the boy to fit under the quilt as well, as its fluffy and warm fabric protected them against the cold. Both boys had ended the call by now, for it wasn’t very thoughtful not doing so.
“Happy birthday.” Stan muttered, extinguishing the space between them and wrapping his arms around his best friend’s chest, under the boy’s arms. He closed a hand around one of his wrists behind the redhead’s back, to prevent them from breaking apart, while the boy wrapped his own arms around his neck, along with the quilt, covering them both. His head fit perfectly beside Kyle’s own and, as their cheeks touched, he realized his were too hot, or his best friend’s were too cold, but either way it made the redhead shiver and chuckle a little, cracking a smile on both boys’ faces.
“I can’t wait to know what you got me this time.” Kyle whispered quietly against his neck, sending more shivers down his spine.
“I left in a hurry and forgot it home…” He answered truthfully and backed up just the enough so they could look into each other’s eyes. His own were probably transmitting a little bit of guilt along with uncertainty, while Kyle’s were reassuring and understanding.
“You can tell your mom to bring it with her when she comes over for the party tomorrow. I mean, later today.” The redhead smiled and started walking backwards, retaking the way back to his house. Therefore, Stan was walking forward.
“I don’t think I’ll even have to call her. She’s a mother, and mothers know everything.” He shrugged and rested his forehead against the redhead’s own, looking down at their feet. They were walking together; when Kyle stepped back with his right foot, Stan would step forward with his left, so no complications would intervene in their way to reach Kyle’s house, also known as their goal.
They remained the rest of the trajectory in silence, just paying attention to their walking and enjoying each other’s company. The sky was a deep shade of dark blue, with only a few stars poking through the clouds to keep the moon company as it enlightens the streets, houses, mountains, forests and seas of half the world. Those grayish-white clouds started dropping, little by little, small flakes of snow, and they traveled all way down to earth, in a peaceful fall with a soft landing.
The boys walked inside the Broflovski household just in time to not get wet by the snow. Kyle locked the front door and followed Stan upstairs, into his room. He threw the quilt back on his bed and proceeded to take off his boots, while the other was already with his face buried onto the pillow. “Hey, do you think Butters will come, too? I’ve heard Cartman invited him…” A mental note to invite the boy to Eric’s next birthday was written and glued on his mind as he flopped down on the bed next to Stan.
“If Butters knows you’re having a party, then the whole school does.” The raven turned around on his best friend’s single bed, to look at him, and wrapped an arm around his waist, cuddling with him. It wasn’t an unnatural act of theirs; it was, actually, common between the two, since they were… Born. None of them ever minded the hand-holding or the random hugging or the personal space invasion, because to them, it was nothing more than simple friendly affection towards each other. Just as common as sunlight.
“Fuck. My mom’s gonna kill me so hard tomorrow…” Kyle sighed. He remained in silence, just nuzzling his head against his best friend’s neck while listening to “it’s your birthday, dude. Nothing can stop you now” from the boy, but he wasn’t actually considering anything. He replied with a chuckle and let his eyes close softly, as he inhaled the scent he loved so much.
Both boys now remembered why they should always lock Kyle’s bedroom door: Ike. The little self-claimed genius had, at ten oh clock in the morning, walked inside his big brother’s room shouting “happy birthday” and “mom, come see the fags” while throwing himself on the boys and jumping up and down on the bed, obviously awaking the two.
“IKE, GET THE FUCK OUT.” The redhead stormed and threw at his brother the very second thing his hands managed to grab (because the first one was Stan’s shirt/chest). Needless to say, it was not very effective. The Canadian just blocked the oh, so dangerous pillow with his arms and, laughing, picked it up from the floor and threw it back at them, before quickly run outside to the hallway. “Just come downstairs to the special breakfast soon, or I’ll eat it myself.” Ike shouted before flee downstairs and, much to his brother’s displease at the moment, miraculously not tripping and breaking his neck while doing so.
Kyle inhaled slowly, and exhaled just as slow, trying to calm himself down. He then got up and walked to the bathroom, to rinse his face and sigh a little more, pretending the day which was about to come wasn’t going to be as bad as he thinks it will be. As he knows it will be.
“Uh… What just happened?” A sleepy Stan leaned on the bathroom door’s frame, rubbing his chest through the fabric of his shirt where Kyle had nailed him just now.
“Ahh, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? Ike was just being the little bitch he is. I’m sorry.” The birthday boy quickly dried his face with a hand towel, and hushed to near his friend, slipping his fingertips under the boy’s shirt and lifting it up to his collar bone. His actions made Stan shiver, both from the soft touch of his fingers running up his skin, and because they were so cold. And, as expected, the red mark was there, printed on his stomach.
“Uh, I think we’re out of ointment…” Kyle let go of his friend and quickly rummaged through the drawers of the bathroom and cabinets, only to confirm his theory. “Um, can I just, uh, kiss it better?” Without waiting for the answer (it was a rhetorical question either way, but he wouldn’t wait if it wasn’t, either), he walked towards his friend and pressed his lips against the warm, red skin of Stan’s chest, getting a little gasp in reply.
Stan’s hands clenched around the frame for a second, releasing a few moments after Kyle wasn’t touching his chest anymore. The boy’s green eyes looking up at him from that close were breath-taken, he had to admit it. “You okay?”
He blinked a couple of times and nodded, hoping Kyle wouldn’t notice the sudden rush of blood to his cheeks. Sometimes his best friend could be just so teasing, without even acknowledging it.
“Come down for the special breakfast, boys! Your friends will arrive soon!” Sheila called from downstairs while washing the dishes, in order to make the kitchen presentable for the party. Her husband was actualizing himself, like he always did every morning by reading the newspaper, and Ike was having his essential cereal with milk.
“We’ll come in a second, ma!” The redhead shouted back, though as a polite answer for his mother. He flexed his knees a little, just the enough to lower his body so he could pass under Stan’s arm (which still happened to have the hands glued to the door frame) and back into his room. He lifted his pajama shirt over his head and threw it on his bed, kicking his pajama pants along. He quickly searched through his clothes to find something fitting and appropriate for the occasion, which ended up being a somewhat loose orange t-shirt that ended two fingers past his waist, and a pair of his old, green jeans. It had been some time since he last worn them, due to the difficulty they were to slip up past his big thighs and around his crotch, yet Kyle refuses to believe he has a nice-looking butt and pair of legs.
“Do I look okay?” He asked the drooling raven while giving his head the last touch, which was obviously his signature; his green unshaka.
“Uh, yeah.” Stan brought a hand to his eye and rubbed it, pretending he hadn’t been watching Kyle all along.
“Ugh, it’ll have to be. Don’t take too long.” The redhead warned him, before walk to the hallway, closing his bedroom door on the way out.
Stan quickly took off his clothes and tossed them on top of Kyle’s. He looked for some of his own (they always kept some of their clothes on each other’s house, since they were six, just in case) and, noting a recently washed, white tank top, a blue shirt and a nice pair of jeans, he put them on without too much delay, before grabbing his hat and opening the door to walk outside. While strutting downstairs, he rolled the sleeves up to his elbow, and put his hat on its right place, giving today’s look its final touch.
“Ike, could you please go put away your toys that are in the living room since last Monday?” Mrs. Broflovski asked her son as she took the empty bowl he was handing her to wash.
“They’re not toys, ma. It’s a one to a hundred thousand scale of Earth, where the highlighted parts are the junction of tectonic plates, therefore where is most likely to happen the next landslide or earthquake, etcetara. I test my theories, and see which ones will be the uglier ones, so I note down everything that it’s relevant.” The boy briefly explained, before start walking towards the kitchen door.
“Oh, you’ll want to be a Geologist like Randy, son?” Ike stopped when heard his father’s voice, and turned his head to the side, so he could look at Gerald. “No, I was just having fun, dad.”
The oldest son, though, could only roll his eyes at his show off little brother. Sometimes Ike was just such a dickhead on purpose, and for no reason at all, therefore why the name calling. Besides, Kyle is obviously smarter than the boy; he just didn’t like showing off like that, but he could build anything he wanted. He just never did, because every time he would actually start building or creating whatever, Stan would happen. Best friends are priorities, so he would choose the boy over anything. Not that it would keep him from doing what he wants to do, or having fun, but the opposite; everything was always better with Stan there.
And to enlighten his day, said boy just walked inside the kitchen and took a seat beside him shortly after Ike had gone to the living room. “So, no M&M’s this time?” He asked more to Sheila than anyone else, while taking a cookie out of the redhead’s special plate.
“Ike ate them before I could add them on the cookies, so I just put chocolate chips instead… But your mother and I will go shopping for the party later, and I’ll buy more, don’t worry.” The woman finished washing yesterday’s dinner’s dishes and dried her hands, turning to her husband who sat by the table, reading the newspaper. “Ready, hun?”
“Yes, darling.” The man folded the newspaper and placed it on the surface ahead of him. He got up and locked arms with his wife, accompanying her outside while she gave the boys those same old warnings before leaves them alone.
The moment the front door closed, Stan stuffed his face with all the chocolate chips cookies that were lying in front of him. Kyle didn’t mind, since those cookies were for his friend, anyway. Since he’s diabetic, he has become used to not eating sweets, but fruits instead. Not that he minded, at all.
“Just don’t choke and die.” He commented before munch on the last piece of apple on his plate, finishing it off.
“Yew fnow feepeearr, fo I’m fineb.” The raven had a certain difficulty to swallow all of that chocolate-y pasta, for obvious reasons. He even needed to drink some water to help it down. Yes, Stan nearly died, just like last year, and the year before, and the year before, but he would not stop doing it. It was always, apparently, “worth the risk.”
“Just because I know CPR doesn’t mean it will save you for sure, you know.” Kyle raised his brows, shooting him a look, before get up and place the rest of the tableware in the sink. “Okay, so, no tradition today, I guess. I’d have to open my present in five minutes.” He said, glancing on the clock which hangs on the kitchen wall, above the fridge.
“WE WILL NOT BREAK ONE SINGLE TRADITION. EVER. DO YOU HEAR ME? NO MATTER THE FUCK IT TAKES.” The guest shot up from his seat and took out his cell phone. He had his father’s number on the speed dial, so just had to wait for the man to answer and hope for the best. If everything went south, he would have to go to his house and come back in less than five minutes.
“Yeah, Stan?” Randy replied on the other side of the line, while following his wife and daughter outside the house.
“OH, THANK JESUS YOU’RE HOME. DAD, DAD, GO TO MY ROOM. MY ROOM AND KYLE’S PRESENT. I FORGOT IT UNDER MY BED.” If Stan wasn’t so focused on the call, he would have listened to Kyle’s bashing on his originality for hiding spots.
In the Marsh’s household, though, Randy told everyone to wait for him and ran upstairs as fast as his legs could take him, without making him trip. He successfully got the package and, tugging it under his jacket for protection against the snow, fled downstairs again and out of the house. He only stopped to lock the house, but ran into the car and shouted for Gerald to speed up to his house. The call was disconnected in the process, but it only told Stan his father was successful on his task.
Soon, there was Stan getting the present from his father and thanking him briefly, before he and the other adults drove away. Of course, Sheila told the boys to watch out for her little baby, and of course, Sharon told the boys to not eat too much candy before they come back, and of course both boys just nodded without really listening.
They walked towards the living room, and placed the carefully wrapped box on the center of the coffee table. The digital clock was marking one to ten and four in the morning, which was more than the enough time Stan needed for his introduction, so he motioned for Kyle to sit down by the table, and stood in front of the television.
“Okay, so, what’s the name of that show with the Cooper guy? The show you love so much; with all the nerds.”
“The Big Bang Theory.” The redhead didn’t know what this had to do with his present, and just the fact that Stan never remembers the name of the goddamn show, and calls it the show with the Cooper nerds, is enough for him to roll his eyes in immediate annoyance.
“Right, okay, remember that episode with the naked Asian dude?”
“… Are you giving me drugs to talk to girls?” Kyle raised a brow, but couldn’t help and smile while doing so. This was turning entertaining already, over anything else. “All you can remember are naked Asians, huh?”
“Dude! That was uncalled for!” The raven shook his head, sitting back down. He could feel his face just as red as a tomato’s. “Stop fucking around with my computer, seriously.” He rested his back on the couch’s feet and brought his knees up to his chest, no longer willing to continue the speech.
Kyle rolled his eyes again, but without letting the smile drop. He glanced at the clock and stared at it for some seconds, until it marked exactly ten and four, which meant he could open his present. He started off tracing a thin line on the side of the package with a penknife, carefully cutting its decoration paper, so it allowed him to remove the box that lay inside. It was brown, simple, and flat. On the inside, it contained Sheldon Cooper’s version of the three person chess, including the Old Woman and the Serpent.
“Whaaat! Dude, where the fuck do you find these things?! Oh, God. The manual. Oh, Sweet Lord, it’s the exact copy of the original. Oh, Jesus, take the wheel; I’m passing out.” He almost moaned the last sentence, while skimming the manual quickly. Every year, Stan managed to impress him even more and more than the year before. It kind of made him want to get older, but then again, he tried to avoid thoughts such as which one of his birthdays Stan will explode due to lack of awesome ideas for presents.
Needless to say, in Stan’s face was the print of Kyle’s smile, but bigger and larger. In such proportions; it was a huge grin instead, and it felt like his face couldn’t handle any more happiness without breaking when Kyle glomped him, making both of them chuckle.
“Auugh, you’re the best friend ever! Super mega awesomely epic best friend ever! I could just kiss you right now! Jesus, this is the best birthday in all birthday history! We must find someone to play with us right in this second!” The redhead hugged his friend tightly for a while longer, before acknowledge a forced laugh coming from the living room door.
It was, obviously, Eric’s. Howsoever, there were some boys who stood by him on the door frame, besides the Canadian little fourth grader: Kenneth, Leopold, Craig and Clyde. All of them carrying presents, so Ike pointed at the coffee table, motioning for them to leave their boxes there. Judging by the stares, Kyle was practically forced off of Stan.
“Uh, thanks, guys. Anyone wants to play chess? I need two more people.” He raised the game board a little, still with that smile on his face.
“Oh, wow. No music, no beer, no food, nerds and chess. Yeah, this is the best party by far.” Craig rolled his eyes and flipped the birthday boy off as well as the fat one. “I knew we should’ve hotboxed in the car, you stupidass fuck.” He shot a glare at the brunette and flipped him off, as well.
“Kenny said we wouldn’t need to.” Clyde crossed his arms and frowned, looking away from them all.
“… It’s still your fault for agreeing with him, mantits.”
“Geez, relax, Craig. There is gonna be food and drink and girls. Well, in your case, Tweek. Besides, we will have fun, but later, when this place is crowded and drunk as fuck.” Kenneth lifted a hand to his arm and motioned as if he was injecting himself. It was enough to gain a slight smile from the raven.
“Crowded and drunk as fuck? Dude, fuck you. I can’t believe you guys will buy beer and are in possession of pot in my house!” Kyle shouted, already frowning in anger. If he remembered well, his oral invitation was the exact words: “just the four of us, and make sure for not to invite Butters.” He knew he shouldn’t have invited Kenny, for starters. All he will get is a whip and so many people in his house, that he won’t even know ninety percent of them. Hell, ninety percent of them won’t even know why they are here.
“Yo-You guys have p-pot? O-Oh, hamburgers. My-My parents will kill me if-if they know I was in a party that had d-drugs!” The shortest of the boys commented, while rubbing his knuckles together in constant nervousness.
Kenneth just lowered his head a little, locking his lips against the boy’s ear. He whispered something inaudible and licked and nibbled at the blonde’s ear, before letting go, leaving a very red-faced Butters almost losing his balance there.
“Jesus, Kenny. Wait for the goddamn reefer.” Craig rolled his eyes once again and crossed his arms over his chest, already losing his patience at waiting for people.
“Uh, okay, so, why don’t we just take the stuff upstairs, Ky?” While everyone talked, Stan had put the chess together and was carrying it in his arms, along with the other gifts. The redhead was about to explode, but just complied and followed his best friend to his bedroom instead, for his own heart’s good.
“Christ, I don’t even know why we still talk to all of them.” While Kyle ranted about everyone that was in his living room, plus the ones that hadn’t even stepped in his house yet (regardless if he knows them or not), Stan had placed the boxes on the floor, along with the game board, and was trying to set it up, so they could attempt to play it.
By the time Kyle had noticed Stan’s useless effort, he stopped the ranting for a brief second just to fix the mess his best friend called “trying to set up a chess game”, when a knock on his door was heard. Ike soon walked in after it, closing the wooden surface behind him as he did so. “Oh, can I play? I really don’t want to make out with your friends right now. Besides, it’s a three person game.” The boy sat down next to them, taking his place by the board, and smiling sheepishly.
“Whatever.” His brother snapped, taking one of his own pieces and starting off the game.
“We have to read how to play it, dude. Hold on.” As Stan was about to reach out for the manual, Ike cut his action with three words: “You, not us.”
Meanwhile, the house downstairs was starting to fill up with people. The boys had turned the stereo on, set up the table and served the food. Token was on his way to the party, bringing beer as requested. Soon, it was going to blast.
When the owners of the house arrived, however, and saw all of those people in their house, dancing at the loud music, the unnecessary is to say they were shocked and, overall, displeased. Sheila was grinding her teeth to interrogate her bubble about it and get to a confession, just so she could give him a moral lesson. If it wasn’t for Randy, though, the party would have long ended. He suggested they just left the kids having fun, and went have fun on their own. In a place where kids aren’t allowed, and only adults know how to enjoy the opportunities.
“Where’s Kenny?” The brunette asked as he was pushed against his raven friend, by the crowd.
“I don’t fucking know.” Craig softly pushed the boy off of him, this possibly being the kindest action he had ever done to him while completely self conscious.
“Ugh, if he’s fucking Butters right now…”
“What will you do? Show him those big fat man tits of yours? I think it would be super effective, actually.” The raven shrugged, searching the people surrounding them for the blonde.
“Why do you keep harassing me like that? What have I ever done to you to deserve this kind of treatment in return?” Clyde whined and pouted, looking up at the other with a frown on his face.
“You’re fucking annoying.”
“Yeah, I’m fucking annoying, but Tweek with that fucking stammer isn’t. Besides the random screaming and shit.” He crossed his arms and frowned harder, diverting his gaze downwards to the floor.
“You shut your whore mouth, because whatever he does, is fucking sexy.” Craig lifted a hand to him, flipping him off. No one dared to imprecate Tweek’s name in front of him. No one, especially not a two-dollar bitch like Clyde.
“Just because you’re banging him doesn’t make him perfect, you know.” The boy rolled his eyes, leaning his side on the wall.
“You’re right. He always was; I was just too blind to see it until recently. Now you go look for Kenny or no pot for none of us.”
“And what will you do? Monitor? Yeah, I don’t think so.”
“Bitch, you go or no balls for you. Stripe has sharp teeth, you know.” Just the glare Craig shot the brunette alone was enough to make anyone piss their pants, plus the threat was an instant agreement.
Notwithstanding his words, it didn’t matter how long Clyde looked for the blonde; he would never find him inside Mrs. and Mr. Broflovski’s bathroom, half-naked on the floor, thrusting deeper and deeper inside the blonde little boy, making him scream in overall pleasure every time he hit his prostate. The boy’s neck was practically being swallowed as Kenny sucked on the already purple flesh, fastening his thrusts in time as he stroke Butters’ erection hard with a hand, while the other remained tracing invisible circles around his nipples.
The boy could only lie there, arching his body upward while screaming at the top of his lungs, almost choking back the moans. His watery eyes wouldn’t even open anymore, just stay closed shut, while his face reacted to every touch, every sound, every feeling on his body by sending shivers up and down his burning cheeks and spine. He knew the grasp of his hands on Kenny’s forearms were hurting, but it didn’t occur him to let go, once the pleasure was drugging him completely.
By this point, it didn’t take long for both of them simultaneously cum, covering the boy’s stomach and the bathroom floor in white.
It took Butters a couple of extra minutes to stop panting and actually succeed in moving any part of his body after Kenny had gotten to his feet and zipped his jacket back up. Once he was ready, he looked down at the boy, and reached a hand to help him up.
They didn’t talk much after that; Kenny went look for his friends downstairs and Butters just wondered around until decide it was time to go home.
“Clyde’s gonna show you his man tits. Beware.” The raven commented as the blonde approached them.
“Do it.” Kenny shot the brunette a smirk, which intimidated him immediately. “Anyway, who wants to get high?” He shoved his hands down his jacket pockets, and without success, down his pants pockets, only to get the same result. Thinking he might have missed it, the blonde searched for it in all of his pockets, but continued to find nothing.
“Dude… Don’t tell me you don’t have it.” All of the boys crossed their arms, glaring at Kenneth. (Just not Tweek, since he doesn’t smoke… For himself.)
“I had it a second ago, I swear! I am sure it was with me when I got in the bathr—Oh, that bitch. Fucking whore. Son of a motherfucking slut.” The blonde mentally hit himself in the head a thousand times more. How could he be so stupid? Of course Butters had taken it away to prevent him from smoking. The boy’s crush on Kenny was good and bad at the same time sometimes.
“But maybe… Maybe it’s still in the bathroom. Maybe it’s in the bathroom, dudes. Don’t rape and kill me yet.” What none of them knew was that a certain Canadian boy had, some minutes ago, walked to his parents’ bathroom to use it, since his older brother doesn’t let anyone near his own (besides his best friend, naturally). After seeing the deplorable, besides extremely disgusting state the room was found and instantly declining the slightest chance of peeing in there, Ike had, indeed, found the pot sitting there, on the sink. He knew exactly what it was and what it was for and what it does, but took it to Kyle’s room, just for the fun of it.
The redhead swore at him, ran from him, and shouted at him more than had ever done so. Needless to say it was a hilarious scene for the boy. Stan, though, was just lost in the middle of it all. He didn’t know if he was supposed to protect Kyle, or attack Ike, or don’t do anything. At every second it passed, Kyle would shout something different, what honestly lost him more than Mathematics classes.
“IKE, GET THE FUCK OUT, AND TAKE THIS GODDAMN POT WITH YOU.” Was all the birthday boy shouted before kick the Canadian away. He even locked his bedroom door, just to prevent any high teenager to get inside. The last thing anyone wants is a couple of horny, drunk and high people doing it in their precious, precious (and cozy) lair.
“Dude, chill. I’ll stay over and help you clean the mess tomorrow. No worries...” Stan muttered the last sentence quietly and moved to sit down on the bed. “Just calm the fuck down, seriously. You’re panting.” He laid down with his stomach up, gazing at the same old ceiling with the same old glow-in-the-dark stars they had attached to it when were about eight.
“I’m fine.” There was still some annoyance in Kyle’s voice, but it was minimal. He proceeded to lie down next to his friend; both of them staring at those stars. “Dude… We’re getting pretty much fucking old.”
Stan turned his head aside, so he was looking at the redhead’s profile instead. “Whatever; you still look kissable.” He grinned, but Kyle just turned his own head to full-faced look at him, and he wasn’t smiling the slightest bit. It made the raven’s grin drop.
Those huge green eyes were watching him that way again. They weren’t skeptical and calculating like always, but comprehensive and curious, yet sweet and careful. All at the same time, which made Stan go crazy trying to find out what Kyle meant by it. The only thing he knew was that, no matter what, his best friend’s eyes are the most gorgeous eyes he has ever seen in his entire life. He guessed that the mystery behind them is just another quality within the many.
“… Kyle?” Stan had his eyebrows slightly frowned, and his mouth half-opened, as his cheeks accumulated blood. He hated how, every single time he and his best friend share a moment together, his cheeks do that fuckery to him. It probably annoys Kyle, he thought.
“You know you’re beautiful, right?” Now that… That was unexpected of any of them. It caught Stan off guard in such proportions his head just didn’t seem to compute it. “I mean, just look at you. You have the most handsome face I’ve ever seen, with the most perfect and pure eyes, the body of a quarterback and the soul of a… I don’t know, an angel, because you just have this beautiful aura around you that can make anyone smile just by looking at you. You’re perfect, Stan. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with Wendy to not see it.”
If a one’s heart could beat faster than Stan’s was right now, it would break the sternum plus a couple of ribs just to be free and beat more. His face was so, so hot he could practically feel the skin catch on fire, while his hands were cold and trembling. If he had any control of his body at the moment, the first thing he would do would be slap himself across the face for being just so stupid all the time. Kyle just gives him the most beautiful compliments he had ever heard, and he can’t even manage a lame “thank you”.
The smile. That amazing smile of Kyle’s told him it was okay. Everything was always okay. When they were together, the rest of the population of the world could convert to communism that they wouldn’t mind. This one smile, however, was happier than the other ones, which were usually bright and comforting, but just not as happy as this one. He could’ve sworn it was perverted, even, and Kyle is not perverted. Kyle is everything but perverted. Kyle is fucking asexual, for as far as he knows.
He couldn’t help but like it.
In a matter of seconds, his best friend’s eyes and smile went from friendly and supporting, to perverted and naughty. There was something clearly going wrong in Stan’s brain, because he was definitely not seeing well. He thought he wasn’t, until Kyle spoke again.
“Your face is so sexy right now. Talk to me, Stan.” He whispered the last part, slowly crawling closer to the raven.
Stan wanted to move so bad, way too bad, but all he could do was lie there, staring at Kyle’s lips. More to drooling over Kyle’s lips, while said boy got closer and closer to him, but didn’t touch him at all. Their chests were inches apart, as well as their faces and legs.
“Say something, Stan.” Those words. They made their lips briefly brush, making Stan want so, so much more. Kyle was probably testing him, but he didn’t care. He just rushed his head forward and slammed his lips against his best friend’s own. The expected was that Kyle would run away or hit him or yell at him or do anything but kiss him back.
He pressed their lips together harder, even, so Stan parted his own, pushing his tongue against Kyle’s godly lips. It was almost magical when he was greeted by the redhead allowing him to shove his tongue inside his mouth, just as hard as he wanted, and it was impossible to not just eat his best friend’s face away like a hungry person; especially because of his moans and groans and Stan was just so turned on.
He wrapped an arm around Kyle’s waist and pulled him closer, and was surprised when the redhead pushed himself to take a seat on his naval. Stan didn’t mind at all, just continued to suck on that gorgeous face and tongue and lips as much as he could, making the boy emit the most orgasmic sounds he had ever heard.
Eventually, Kyle unwillingly broke their kiss, gasping for air. His face was with the most perfect color combination of them all; his cheeks were rosy and his lips were parted and red, while his eyes were half-closed, with that marvelous green locked with his blue. His brows were frowning in concern for a second, but then a smile cracked on his face, which gave it the total opposite meaning.
In a couple of seconds from there, Kyle had dipped in for another mouth-rape, while Stan’s hands made their way up to his thigh and butt. As expected, they were so fine; he just had to squeeze them. It made Kyle’s knees react, as if he was jumping a little, but on the horizontal, besides making him chuckle in the kiss. It gave Stan the chance to breathe and take over the redhead’s mouth once again, simultaneously switching their positions.
He had nothing against Kyle straddling him, but it was only fair if he actually did something, too.
His knees were on the bed, giving him balance, and his hands were under the redhead’s waist, lifting his shirt’s hem a little; just the enough to see some of his stomach’s flesh. Stan, then, nibbled on Kyle’s bottom lip and sucked on it, before move down to kiss his neck. He just pressed one big kiss on the junction between the boy’s jaw and neck, while one of his hands made their way up Kyle’s stomach, bringing his shirt along.
Kyle could only watch Stan’s work, closing his eyes from time to time, grinding his teeth and hissing. He needed so much more right now, that he almost moaned “amen” when Stan kissed down his chest and stopped on one of his nipples, while a hand did the same on the other.
The hand that had remained under Kyle’s waist had now unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, gaining a soft gasp from him. Stan kissed down a trail to the boy’s naval, nibbling on it before place a kiss on his boxers’ waistband and stretch his own back, now kneeing in between Kyle’s legs. The last action, however, gained him a glare.
The redhead used a hand to push himself up and lock lips with his best friend. His hands, then, grabbed the sleeves of the boy’s shirt and pulled them down, letting the vestment fall on the ground. He slipped his fingertips underneath the tank top, and run them up the raven’s chest, making the boy shiver. The kiss was broken for a second, as Kyle lifted the vestment over Stan’s head, tossing it carelessly aside.
He also took hold of his best friend’s precious hat, and pulled it off his head to place it on the bed frame’s decoration, what happened to be a square that it had in each one of its vertex.
As Stan was about to complain, Kyle took hold of his arm and pulled him sideways, making him brutally fall on the bed. He gasped slightly, which was followed by a soft groan as the redhead gracelessly sat down on his groin. Kyle slipped two of his fingertips under the waistband of his own boxers, while hungrily licking and nibbling on his own bottom lip. Without breaking eye contact, his fingers slid horizontally, from one side of his waist to the other, but weren’t deep enough inside the underwear to take them off.
It. Was. Torture to Stan.
He took his hands out of his boxers and, with his knees, lifted his body, now with all of his weight being supported on the knees. His hands slid his pants down to his thighs, before make their way underneath his body and to Stan’s groin instead. They unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants in a blink, in order to smooth the fingertips just a little above the raven’s boxers’ waistband, teasing him away and bringing him back as Kyle’s palm pressed hard against his erection, through the fabric of the boxers.
Stan closed his eyes shut and grinded his teeth, hissing at the redhead’s action. It was when his hands gripped the boy’s thighs that he remembered they were useful, so brought them up to Kyle’s waist and pulled him down on him, making both of them gasp.
The birthday boy mumbled something that seemed to be another language and placed a hand on the bed, to push himself off of it. Keeping balance seemed to be somewhat difficult, for it took him a second or two, but he managed and, as his pants had fallen down, Kyle kicked them aside.
Stan’s frowning face watched him as he approached the bed, sneaking a hand inside his pants before pull them down. The redhead tossed the jeans next to his own on the floor, and crawled back on the bed, taking his previous seat, though carefully this time. He then reached forward to press their lips together, tenderly and smooth, taking one of Stan’s hands and bringing it up his thigh. Encouraged, the raven took hold of the boxers’ edges around Kyle’s thighs and pulled them down.
For an unknown reason, his heart that seemed to have calmed down a little, was now trying to tear his chest apart in order to escape. He had seen Kyle naked a thousand times more, and vice-versa, so there was no reason for him to be feeling so anxious now. Maybe it was the simple fact that it was Kyle, his best friend. It still didn’t make sense to him, though, but it didn’t matter, as his body started shaking when said boy freed him of his own boxers.
When Kyle stopped pressing light kisses on his lips, and pushed his own body to straddle him again, Stan had to divert his gaze from the redhead’s face, because he knew Kyle was looking down. His cheeks were on fire, his hands had gone to the sides of his head, and his chest was fast, lifting up and down as he panted. He would never know how seductive that whole image was to Kyle.
The redhead reached for one of his wrists and brought it up to his mouth level, taking a lick of three of his fingers, before glance at him and hungrily start suckling and licking them. The delicious sounds the boy was making plus the feeling of his tongue all over his fingers, combined with the look on his face and the rest of his body were making Stan go insane. He couldn’t help but shift on the bed, with an uncomfortable lack of touching, which was starting to become a serious problem.
Kyle, being very aware of it (just by the look on Stan’s face anyone could tell), slid the hand that wasn’t around the boy’s wrist to his inner thigh, softly massaging it. His green eyes, which were still locked with the raven’s blue ones, watched as he bit on his bottom lip, needing a million times more than this. Kyle couldn’t help but smirk. He spread two of his fingers apart and run them all to the base of Stan’s erection, teasing him a little by softly scratching the sensitive skin with his fingernails.
Stan’s eyebrows frowned harder and he hissed, arching his back a little. He just wanted all of that goddamned teasing to fucking extinct, so Kyle would touch him hard, touch him everywhere, abuse of him, and make of that the best birthday party of their lives.
Right after that thought, seeming like telekinesis of some kind, the redhead removed the fingers out of his mouth and bent forward, to kiss the raven once more. His hand wrapped around Stan’s manhood and, without mercy or second thought, firmly stroke him, making the boy instantly break the kiss to throw his head back and moan loudly. Kyle, then, lowered his own, softly kissing down the raven’s neck.
It took Stan some moments to realize Kyle was not going to touch him anymore if he didn’t do his part, so he brought his hand up and, hesitantly, inserted a finger inside of the boy. He didn’t even need to see Kyle’s face to know it wasn’t a pleasant feeling, and Kyle didn’t need to open his eyes and look at Stan to know he was shaking from nervousness. The raven, fearing his best friend would react negatively at him, added a second finger, which made the boy whimper and hide his face harder on his neck.
Without some goddamn courage, Stan would have never had the guts to scissor the redhead, while his other hand laid on the boy’s back, caressing him and trying to reassure him everything was all right, nor add the third and last finger, the one making Kyle bite his lip, preventing himself from whimpering again.
He wanted to apologize badly, but had the feeling Kyle would bitch at him for stopping, or even just talking, so the raven remained in silence and spread his fingers apart inside of the redhead. It kind of surprised him when he didn’t hear a sound from Kyle, so he guessed his part was done, for now.
Kyle lifted his torso with his arms as Stan removed his fingers out of him. He shifted his weight to his trembling knees and, placing his palms on the raven’s waist for support, mentally prepared himself for the next step. He had his head hanging down the whole time, so it wasn’t really possible for Stan to see his face. Although, there wasn’t enough time to think of it, since Kyle soon took hold of his best friend’s erection and positioned himself above it, before lower his body, gasping and groaning. His back had automatically arched, allowing the raven to notice his watery green eyes, red hot cheeks, and him biting on his bottom lip still, that proving to be the sexiest facial expression the boy had ever seen live.
“Hnng, move, Kyle.” Stan breathed, making his command barely audible, but loud enough for it to get to the redhead’s ears. He placed his hands on Kyle’s hips, forcing him up. It might not have been the brightest idea, for the boy groaned and frowned and slapped his hands away, remaining in the same position for another second, before start moving upward, slowly.
His body was shaking and trembling and his eyes couldn’t hold it back anymore, freeing tear drops that warmly wet their way down his cheeks, leaving cold tracks which were coursed by the following tears, one after another. Guessing he had briefly adjusted to his best friend’s size, Kyle ignored everything else, and lowered his body, groaning some more. As he repeated the movements, his body momentarily got used to the feeling; his speed was, absentmindedly, increasing with every thrust, making both boys moan louder and louder. Soon, the redhead was slamming down on his best friend, with his head back, moaning all sorts of unspeakable things, while Stan was with his eyes shut, arching off the bed, consequentially thrusting inside Kyle, as screaming obscenities.
The raven’s hands had grasped the bed sheets with such a strength, that it was possible to think they would tear them apart, but at least it wasn’t going to leave a noticeable mark, differently of Kyle’s hands that were digging his nails in Stan’s skin, making blood pour out of his waist.
The heat that filled every cubic space of that room, plus the boys’ yelling and moaning, plus the sweat that covered their bodies as they loved each other, composed the total opposite of the average atmosphere of South Park, therefore creating a blind of steam that attached to the windows’ glass.
Feeling he was near his edge, Stan shot a hand down to his best friend’s erection, closed it around it, and pumped him in time with the thrusts. In response, the redhead moaned even louder, if that was possible. Although, it didn’t take long for both of them start muttering each other’s names, as attempting to proffer a warning sentence, which wasn’t necessary, for they knew what the other meant.
After a couple of cries, the room was suddenly rather quiet, if compared to moments earlier. The only issued sounds were of heavy panting and gasping, besides the sticky sound it made when Kyle collapsed on top of his best friend. With both boys being unable to move a single muscle, they just laid there, now actually thinking of what just happened.
The redhead was the first one to move, pushing his body away from Stan and out of the bed, and just away from everything. When actually standing, he just wanted to shut his eyes closed and curse all of the cursing words he knows, because his ass hurt like a bitch. However, he managed to pretend he was fine, and slowly walked to his bathroom. Kyle turned on the shower, letting some water run before walk in.
Forgotten in bed, Stan just watched as his best friend walked away to the bathroom. He was so tired, that he just wanted to drift to sleep, but was feeling too guilty to do so. Maybe he shouldn’t have kissed Kyle in the first place, but then again, Kyle could have stopped him. Without knowing what Kyle thinks about it, Stan is just plain lost.
So he laid there, thinking of nothing, just feeling troubled and confused, until Kyle got out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He watched as Kyle changed back to the clothes he was wearing earlier and walked to the closest window, opening it a little in order to allow the masses of air circulate and refrigerate the room.
“Kyle…? What’s gonna happen now?” He asked quietly, not really wanting to know the answer, not really meaning the question itself, but silence therapy and pretending nothing happened was not going to happen. Stan was not letting it happen.
“What do you want it to happen now?” The redhead moved to knee down on the floor by his bed, so he was practically in Stan’s eye-level.
“… What do you mean?”
“I mean, what you have in mind for it to happen next.”
“…Like… Anything?”
“Yeah, anything.”
Stan remained in silence. He frowned his eyebrows, trying to think of something that would please Kyle as well. Most of the people he knows would ask for a second round or a three-way, since Kyle’s faces are just way too orgasmic, but he asked the redhead to be his boyfriend instead.
A little sacrifice today, for a brighter tomorrow.
It didn’t seem like a sacrifice, however, when Kyle diverted his gaze from him and down, as that wonderful smile broke across face. Stan just reached a hand behind the redhead’s neck and brought him up and forward, locking lips with him.
They were so lost on each other, that they didn’t even notice a certain blonde on the doorway, smirking so hard his face was about to snap. Five years ago(besides learning how to unlock doors with laminated credit cards,) Kenny wrote a mental note reminding himself to award himself for knowing all potential pairings of that school just by watching everyone, and he had gotten three right already. Craig and Clyde, Craig and Tweek, and Pip and Damien. Okay, maybe half right. Craig and Clyde were never really dating, just fooling around with each other from time to time. Complicated subject. But still.
“Couldn’t wait for another two years, Stanny?” The blonde’s words instantly broke the boys’ kiss and made them had a heart attack while snapping their heads to look at his black silhouette on the door. The room was dark, since the sky was also dark as it was about to snow more, and both boys hadn’t turned the lights on for obvious reasons. Outside the bedroom, though, all that could be turned on, was, therefore the hallway’s lightening.
“Jesus, Kenny. What the fuck do you want?” The raven spoke while placing a hand on the mattress and pushing himself into a sitting position.
“Stan, you dawg. Finally took the chance, huh? You don’t believe how many people would want to remotely be allowed to touch your little angel there.” He winked at the pissed off redhead on the floor, while licking his bottom lip. Kenny knew he was going to be bitch slapped to death later.
“Just answer the fucking question.” Kyle barked back, not moving from where he was kneeing.
“Okay, well, we need you to interrogate your brother, because we want out pot back. But don’t worry; he didn’t use it. We’d know. Now get your boyfriend dressed that we’re waiting in Ike’s room.” The blonde closed the door and redirected himself to said boy’s bedroom.
Ike was lying on his bed, noting down everything that was relevant on his notebook. Clyde was about to go insane, so Token was patting his head and keeping him entertained, while Craig was leaning beside the door, monitoring everyone that left and entered the room, just in case Tweek tried to get in. The boy was the only one prohibited to stay in the room, mainly because he was annoying Craig with his paranoia, but also because he was diverting people’s attention from the Canadian.
“Kyle’s in his way, that dirty slut.” The blonde sat down next to the boy on the bed and sighed. “You know you don’t have anywhere to go; this is your house, after all, so why don’t you just hand us the pot in exchange of your freedom?”
“I don’t feel threatened or uncomfortable or scared nor need freedom. Besides, like I have said a thousand times, there’s nothing left of your pot.”
“LIES!” The brunette shouted and managed to get up, but was held back by his waist, and forced back down. He was just so angry and so very, very sad that Clyde couldn’t contain his emotions and started to cry. He cries for anything, fact. The boy is too soft to handle the things that happen in South Park.
“And here comes the water.” The raven rolled his eyes, getting more annoyed each second it went by. The need to punch them all was almost taking over him, getting closer to explode.
“AHHHH!” All of the boys rolled their eyes when heard the shout which came from the hallway. “N-No! Go away, hnng! F-Fucking gnomes, Craig! C-Craig l-let me in-nnng! The gnomes are here! Ack! Craig-g!” The blonde started to punch the door, somehow it being an attempt to make the raven comply and let him in.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, TWEEK.”
“P-Please! L-Let me in! AHHH, THEY’VE GOT KYLE’S P-PARENTS’ UNDERWEARS! OH, G-GOD, MY EYES! HNNG, C-CRAIG!”
“Lock yourself inside a goddamn bathroom and SHUT THE FUCK UP.” The raven groaned and slid down the wall, now sitting on the floor with his knees close to his chest, and his arms resting on them.
Suddenly, a soft knock on the door. “Guys? You need me?”
Kenny made his way to it and opened it, allowing the redhead to walk in, as well as the paranoid boy in negligence.
“Jesus Christ, Kenny, you’re such an asshole.” Craig groaned and, as Tweek sheepishly walked past him, he forcefully took hold of the boy’s wrist and pulled him down, making him sit next to him. “One word and you lose a finger.”
The shaking blonde frowned and pushed the raven away, hugging himself afterwards. “F-Fuck you-u.” He then shoved his hands underneath his shirt, just in case Craig tried to rip a finger off.
“Okay, Ike. What the fuck did you do to their pot?” The redhead sat beside his brother on the bed, ready to be lectured and then have his intelligence insulted.
“Well, since I found it on mom’s bathroom sink, I thought I could execute one of my experiences… So, in my head, I divided the people in control group, which was the living room (where your friends were), and test group, which were the people in the hallway and the kitchen. I poured drinks for them all, and didn’t say anything while I distributed them. Then the second time, I put some of the drug on the control group’s drinks. I told both groups I had put something special in their drinks, knowing the people in the test group didn’t have anything different in their drinks. I just wanted to see the power of mind. Most people of the test group didn’t notice anything, but some got high on nothing. Isn’t it interesting?” The boy showed his older brother his annotations on the notebook, noticing the sudden interest of the redhead in his experience.
“Now what happened to the rest of it?” Kenny interjected, taking a seat between the Broflovskis and wrapping an arm around the younger one.
“There are no leftovers whatsoever.” The Canadian boy sighed, hopelessly. No one would ever understand that the drug is being consumed or has already been, leaving nothing else than mere memories.
“No way you used it all on those people. Do you know the shit I go through for some pot? Do you have any fucking idea? Yeah, I don’t think you do. Now tell us where the fuck you hid it.”
Ike knew, deep down inside, that he was going to have to pay for the marijuana he “wasted”, but whatever; everything for science. “How much is it? I’ve saved back some allowance throughout the years, so sue me.”
“You think I paid dollars for it? How naïve of you.”
“… Pesos?”
“No; it hurt much more.” The blonde smirked, shooting the boy a glance telling him he was going to lose his Canadian virginity tonight, while sliding closer to the boy.
“Kenny! Cut the crap!” Kyle took hold of his friend’s shoulders and pulled him away from his little brother, giving the boy enough seconds to escape. The blonde just rolled his eyes, smirking still.
“You really think I gave it to people just so I could have a sniff? Dude, I’m not that addicted.”
“I don’t care what you did, just don’t touch my brother.” The redhead pushed Kenny free, standing still himself. “Just tell me how much is your fucking pot.”
“How much is your delicious jewass?”
“Get out.”
The boys in the room rolled their eyes, but amused, nevertheless, while a certain blonde chuckled. Kyle, however, didn’t seem to be entertained at the slightest bit. He didn’t find it funny, either, and his glare was as serious as when he does Math.
“Come on, Kyle, I’m kidding, dude.”
“I’m not. Get out.”
The blonde got up from the bed and stretched his back, before walk to the redhead and wrap an arm around his waist. “Tell me; have you seen Cartman? Oh, yeah, you were banging Stan, nevermind.”
“Wait, what?” Clyde suddenly paid attention at someone that wasn’t Token for once. “So you guys finally did it? Aw, I’m so proud.” The boy motioned as if he was wiping an invisible, yet happy tear away from his eyes.
“Get. Out.”
“Oh, are you annoyed because we forgot to wish you ‘happy birthday’? Aw, we’re sorry.” The blonde imitated the voice tone of the president of Deepwater Horizon in the commercials in the last sentence, while making a guilty face to the boy.
The raven soon walked in, grinning at the sight of Kenny’s face. He didn’t even remotely know what was going on in there, but was in such a fulfilled stage, almost irradiating happiness, that he couldn’t care less.
“So, you guys gonna eat something or already have?”
“Well, we were planning on spend the afternoon high, so we wouldn’t even notice we’re hungry, but I guess we’ll have to have lunch now.” The blonde let go of the redhead’s waist and headed towards the door. “C’mon, guys.”
All of the boys lazily managed to get up (always groaning and emitting displeased sounds, though, but getting up) and followed Kenny, each of them trying to think of an alternative way to spend the afternoon while doing so.
Both boys just watched them in silence, until the very last one stepped outside. “This is the worst yet the best surprise birthday party ever, and I didn’t even know that was possible.”
“Learning new shit every day.”
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Started off as a birthday thing