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Eye of the Beholder
by KoiFishSushi and Jaden56

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South Park & Characters are property of Matt Stone & Trey Parker
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Chapter Seventeen

Stan unzipped his jacket and threw it on the floor somewhere behind him, looking for the mesh shirt and spotting it on the couch next to Kyle. He leaned across his friend, almost dying of embarrassment, and grabbed the thing with a soft apology breathed in Kyle's ear when he pulled back. Stan quickly shrugged his t-shirt off, yanking the mesh on so he wouldn't be more exposed longer than he needed to be.

Kenny snickered quietly, almost interested in the game now. Christ, this was priceless. He wished to fuck Leo had a camcorder and they'd thought to set it up ahead of time.

Leo laughed like a madman for a brief moment, his eye shaded. "Fine. Music,” he complied quickly as he picked up the television remote, turning it to one of the music channels - some sweet, rumbling techno crap. The music was loud, pulsating, and not too fast of a rhythm.

"There. How's that?"

Kyle was as red as Stan, but he wanted it. He wouldn't ever admit to wanting a lap dance from his best friend though. He turned his head to Stan, grinning awkwardly. "Dude you look so gay in that shirt, only, you know, you're not a nine-year-old anymore." Kyle swallowed thickly, looking up at Stan and lounging quite lazily as if he wasn’t nervous to the point of almost throwing up.

At least he wasn't popping a boner. ...Yet.

Leo snorted and sucked on the plain blunt before handing it back to Kenny again. Kyle had been nursing his own absently, not realizing that Stan hadn't taken any from it yet.

Stan's fingers were trembling slightly where they were clutching the hem of the mesh shirt, turned away from the boys on the couch. Fuck but the shirt was too small, clinging to his chest and torso and riding up enough so a few inches around his middle was exposed. Thank god he wasn't fat or anything. He was maybe a little on the skinny side, if anything, but he was gradually building up some muscle in his arms and his stomach was showing the hints of a six pack from all the sports he played at school. He couldn't look at Kyle.

"O-One minute, right?" Stan swallowed, his mouth dry and his palms sweating like crazy. He thought he might vomit for a second there, like he did around Wendy, but he swallowed the impulse viciously. "Goddamnit, not a second more!" he threatened, before closing his eyes and trying to block out the voices and focus on the music... and those intense, honey eyes on him.

He began to sway softly.

Leo glanced at Kyle, smirking, and then he looked to his own boyfriend, the blunt finished between them by that time.

Kyle took another slow toke off the blunt before he raised it up and shoved it between Stan's lips. "Here, take a drag first. It'll relax you." Otherwise Kyle might be trembling there himself.

Stan was startled with the touch against his lips, his eyes fluttering open to look questioningly down at Kyle, and then at the blunt. He took a deep drag without any further encouragement, holding the smoke in for as long as he could, and then blowing it out painfully slow. He did feel better after that - still nervous as fucking virgin about to be ass-raped (...on second thought, bad analogy), but at least he didn't feel like he was going to throw up. Medicinal herbs indeed.

Kyle waited until Stan was finished smoking, and then handed the drug back to Leo.

Leo took the blunt and just held it. They weren't done yet. "Go on. One minute."

Surely by that time, Stan could control that disgusting vomiting thing. Kyle hadn't thought about that. The redhead knew that he was no Wendy, he knew he never could be to Stan, but he wanted to try...

Wait. What?

Kyle blushed darkly at that shocking thought. He didn't want to be a Wendy for Stan, did he? Besides, those two were probably still dating... but knowing how much they broke up and got back together over the years Kyle wasn’t too certain. He sat there, looking up at Stan, lips parted gently.

"You have to make it good too," Leo said helpfully.

"Yeah, I heard you, bastard," Stan muttered off-hand to Leo, but his eyes were on Kyle now. He couldn't even hear the music anymore, his heart was beating so damn hard.

Kenny was quiet as he watched his friends. He wanted to shift uncomfortably, suddenly feeling as if he were intruding on an intensely private moment. But goddamnit he was seeing this thing through because Leo would never stop bitching at him if he made them leave so Kyle and Stan could be alone or whatever.

Stan gave Kyle a shaky half-smile, before it was blown away by sheer nerves and he lowered his eyes to Kyle's collarbone. "Don't laugh, okay?" he said softly. God help him.

Leo smirked and slid himself fully into Kenny's lap, snuggling up against him like they'd always been so close like this, like fucking lovers.

Kyle stared up at Stan, bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes hooded behind sweet curls of hair. "I'm not gonna laugh," he whispered, his hands sliding up to grasp the other's hips, just barely touching.

If Stan even bothered to notice he'd realize that Kyle's hands were trembling like mad against his hips, the music pulsing, though Kyle easily ignored it and somehow ignored the other three eyes upon him.

Stan felt so much better with those quiet words of reassurance from Kyle, even better than what the toke of weed did for him. He gasped slightly at the touch against his hips, but liked that he had something stable grounding him. His legs were so shaky Stan thought he'd fall over.

Leo was only going to let himself and Kenny stay there for a little while - he'd drag Kenny upstairs or somewhere else to give those two privacy if things got hot.

Kenny turned his head slightly to nuzzle Leo's neck, feeling a little antsy as the air became charged with tension that throbbed along with the techno music. His hand slid behind Leo and glided over his ass, the light touch more sensual than sexual. He didn't want to get Leo too distracted from his show.

Stan took a deep breath and started to dance for Kyle. It wasn't anything pretty or coordinated, at first just a slight swaying of hips within his friend's grasp, but he gradually got more into it and even hummed a bit under his breath as he arched his back and pushed forward a little, shifting so he was slightly straddling one of Kyle's knees between his own while he moved in his hands.

Leo's eye had slid shut as he settled into the sweet touch to his rear. It wasn't dirty or provocative, Kenny’s hand just felt nice. It looked like Stan was finally loosening up, which was interesting. He turned his head slowly to push a tiny kiss to Kenny’s neck, whispering soft words against his ear, just sweet nothings, before he rested back against him, watching the other two. One hand searched out Kenny's hand, grasping it, and interlaced their fingers.

Kyle stared at Stan, blushing a good bit less now that he saw Stan getting more into the dance. His hands even tightened on those slender hips, thumbs sliding into belt loops, fingertips grazing the tanned flesh exposed between the hem of the pants and Stan’s mesh shirt.

"Nhh... Stan, have you ever done this before?" Kyle asked quietly, just loud enough for Stan to hear as he leaned forward a little, grinning at him. Stan wasn't gay, right? Kyle was in denial... this felt too good though.

Kenny almost grinned at how comfortably and familiarly he and Leo melted together, as if they'd been married twenty years instead of just fucking for two days. The weirdness of his two friends together gradually faded, and it was actually kind of... sweet in a way, seeing two people come together like Stan and Kyle were, nervous as hell, but even he could see their chemistry.

Fuck this was some gay shit, though. Kenny squeezed Leo's hand back and kept quiet, hoping he could take part in his and Leo's own 'gay shit' soon.

Stan's flesh slid against Kyle's fingertips, as soft as anything, and he tilted his head to the side a bit and grinned back at his friend through partially lidded eyes while he moved. "Oh, yes. I take lessons from Big Gay Al and Mr. Slave every Thursday," he rolled his eyes, as he rolled his hips, wanting to feel more of Kyle's hands on him. "No, dipshit. You're my first." Stan paused when he realized what he’d just said, and his face went stark red. "I-I mean, my first lap dance, not--shit."

Could he possibly be any more of a virgin? Fuck, but it was hard getting laid when he threw up at the slightest touch or suggestive look from a girl. Wendy had gotten frustrated with him and dumped him last week for just that reason, for all he knew probably even hooking back up with Token again for a decent lay. Stan blushed self-consciously, but kept dancing, even moving his arms a little before he let his hand stray to the mesh over his chest, slowly sliding down towards his belly.

Kyle grinned, blushing like an idiot. Maybe girls weren't Stan's thing - they obviously repulsed him.

Even Leo found Stan's fuck up to be laugh-worthy. He nearly giggled, but instead just squeezed Kenny's hand again, rubbing his thumb over Kenny’s, and he slowly turned to lay sideways in his lap, his ear pressed to the younger one's chest. That single eye was still watching the two attempt to figure it all out.

Kenny moved his arm around Leo's waist and parted his legs a little so Leo could lay more comfortably between them, holding him close without a care for shame or subtlety.

The redhead watched Stan’s hand moving downward, and he unhooked a finger from Stan's belt loop. Pale fingertips found themselves against Stan’s hand, guiding it downwards quicker. Kyle wasn't forward enough for this though, and faltered, just to let his hand rub against Stan's thigh before reattaching to his hip.

Stan smiled back shyly, embarrassed as all hell, but Kyle didn't laugh and Stan appreciated that he'd kept his promise. His breath hitched when Kyle's hand began to wander, a startled, smothered moan slipping out as that hand pulled his lower, and then broke away to touch his thigh. Fuck. Stan usually didn't have a problem with spontaneous orgasms, but... but he'd likely just come very close to having one.

"I think... it's almost been a minute," Kyle whispered, flustered and close to hyperventilating.

Stan blinked, and then groaned when the spell was broken by the time limit he'd insisted on himself. He'd forgotten all about the minute of dancing and likely would have continued to do some really embarrassing things if Kyle hadn’t stopped him. "O-okay," he stuttered, his hands falling to his sides, brushing against Kyle's, as he stood there looking a little lost and vaguely disappointed.

"Yes, yes. Your minute is up... It's your turn to ask someone Truth or Dare, Stan." Leo sighed, hating to further break up this moment when things were just starting to get good. Leo was curious as to who Stan would ask, or if he'd stop straddling Kyle at all.

Stan started a little at Leo's statement, having forgotten the reason he was nearly half-naked and straddling Kyle’s leg in the first place. His hand unconsciously covered one of Kyle's on his hip and he played with his fingers absent-mindedly, not even thinking to move away and put his clothes back on.

Kyle cursed Leo mentally at the mention of the time being up. Well, Kyle had pointed it out first, but Leo reinstated the rules and brought those oddly nice movements from Stan’s hips to an end. He was surprised, however, at the hand touching his own. Kyle didn't dare move his hand at that point.

"Leo," Stan said, glancing over his shoulder and feeling the need for just a little taste of revenge. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare,” Leo said with a brow arched eagerly, as if to say 'bring it on'. He blinked and shifted to sit up, humming to himself. He wanted something easy to do, something quick, but instead of choosing truth, he chose dare. If he chose truth, he risked the two asking him about his parents, and that was somewhere he didn't want to go tonight.

Stan nodded and stood there thinking. Nothing seemed evil enough, because Leo obviously didn't have a problem dressing up in revealing clothes or, say, making out with Kenny in public. Fuck, but what could he...

Stan's head lifted and a dark smirk crossed his lips. He squeezed Kyle's hand briefly - in an apology for what he was about to do to him - and stepped away casually.

"Leo, I dare you to kiss Kyle."

Stan knew Leo would likely blanch with his boyfriend sitting right there, plus he'd be able to see if Kyle was really gay or not if he could see how the redhead reacted while kissing another guy. Too fucking perfect.

Kyle blinked, eyes gone wide. No. No no no.

"No." Leo was blunt, his face gone pink but serious. “I'm taken. That's complete disregard for my relationship with Kenny, and disrespectful to even ask of me." So, without hesitation, he turned that dare down. He didn't want that. Leo just slumped back against Kenny, smiling crookedly. "Give me another option."

Kyle was... a bit surprised and upset that Stan wanted him to be kissed by Leo. He really didn't want to. He wasn't gay, he just had a slight crush on Stan, that was all. "Stan... be fair. Okay?" he said, tugging on his friend’s pant leg as he tried to avoid actually making eye contact with… anyone.

"No?" Stan asked, as if surprised by the answer. "Then you give him a lap dance. That's how it goes, right?" he practically spat, suddenly angry and embarrassed by what he’d been made to do. Fucking assholes humiliating him like that, never mind that he'd set himself up, but still! Stan pulled the mesh shirt off and threw it at Leo, grabbing his own shirt and coat.

"Fuck you guys," he said hotly, putting his shirt back on, the movements sharp and jerky. Stan avoided looking at Kyle the whole while. "I knew this was a bad idea."

Kenny's mind had fucking blanked at Stan's dare for Leo, the anger and offence and insecurity too much for him to handle at once. He might have lashed out and done something unforgiveable, if Leo hadn't so calmly and adamantly refused, and cut that train of thought off immediately. Kenny pressed his face against Leo's neck and breathed deeply, calming himself with his boyfriend's sweet scent. He pulled back after a moment and looked back over his friends when he was sure the urge to strangle Stan had passed.

It seemed wrong that the blatant desire and connection between the two had shattered just like that, and Stan now looked fully intent on leaving. Kenny might be a cold bastard, but even so he couldn't settle with the very real possibility that he and Leo would be leaving soon and might never see Stan and Kyle again.

The blondes had knowingly gotten the two fags into this mess, and would just be leaving them in this unresolved state without some sort of intervention.

"Fuck..." Kenny hissed silently to himself. The seventeen years of friendship was warring with his tentative, new-found love with Leo, and he'd rather die again than willingly destroy either.

"Baby," he said softly enough so only Leo could hear, his blue eyes blank and unreadable as he looked at that silly little bow in Leo's hair while he rested his hand against the small of his boyfriend's back lightly. "It's okay. I know you kind of like Kyle still, so maybe if you... do the dare you'll get it out of your system."

Fuck, but he was a dumb shit. Yet it would be an ultimate sign of trust letting Leo kiss Kyle like the smaller blonde had wanted to do and just pray his ass off that Leo loved Kenny enough that one kiss would mean nothing. "You don't have to, of course. But, you know, it’s okay with me if you do."

Kyle frowned deeply and bit his lip. Fuck fuck fuck. He blinked a few times and stared at Stan, reaching out to grasp his arm, refusing to let go of him.

Leo grunted at Kenny’s suggestion, his cheeks heating. Goddamnit, he didn't want to actually kiss Kyle, though it wouldn't be anything really special. He didn't really have the desire to swallow Kyle's tongue and tug his fingers through those curly red locks anymore... He regretted ever mentioning that vague fantasy to Kenny now.

"Fine. Stop whining, Stan. I'll do your fucking dare. I'm not giving him a lap dance - I'll just kiss him." Leo tilted his head to the side as he turned back to Kenny briefly. He snuck a quick kiss from his boyfriend's own lips, sighing softly. “Love you, baby.” The words were whispered quietly, and then he pulled away to walk over to Kyle.

Leo really, really hoped his plan worked. Kyle looked disturbed at the fact that Leo was approaching him, that he was going to actually follow through with the dare. Leo sighed as he settled on the loveseat next to his boyfriend's friend's side.

"All right. Let's get this over with," Leo said to himself mostly, and then he ducked in, pushing his lips against Kyle's without delay.

Kyle's eyes went wide. He didn’t even have much of a response really, he just... sort of... sat there. Why would Stan want him to do this? Why would Stan want someone else to kiss him? Well, maybe Stan didn't have those slight awkward feelings that Kyle did...

Kyle reached up and pushed Leo away, brows dipped down severely.

"Fuck you Stan,” he muttered, licking his lips quickly and wiping them on his shirt sleeve before he stood up and shuddered. "Why'd you make him kiss me? Why can't you just..." Kyle trailed off with a sort of... growl. His fists clenched, frustration always did that to him. "Rrhh... You fucking idiot! You really are a fucking idiot, Stan. I'm getting another beer." The redhead made his way into the kitchen, a beer snatched out of the fridge, and he hopped up onto the counter, taking a few long swigs from the bitter-tasting liquid.

Leo sort of... sat there, blinking. He'd barely even kissed Kyle! That one eye flickered upwards and focused on Stan. "He wants you to kiss him, not me, dickweed."

Kenny had wanted to look away, he really did, but watching his boyfriend cross the distance between couches with the intent of kissing Kyle was similar to the feeling he’d get just before being ran over by a car or bus. Even in the aftermath, people just couldn't help looking even though they knew they'd be sickened by the gory sight.

Kenny's face was stony when Leo's and Kyle lips touched... and then they pulled away with a grimace. No sudden flashes of desire, no hair-pulling and deep making out dissolving into sex on the couch right there... Just... rather... anticlimactic.

Thank fucking god.

Kenny let out an audible breath and leaned over to haul Leo back into his lap after Kyle had his fit, not really caring at the moment whether either of them left or stayed. Fuck, but that was hard to do, letting Leo kiss Kyle, even though it was tangibly distasteful to every one of them. Never fucking again. Kenny kissed Leo's neck, nipping him a little bit.

"You are chugging that mouthwash before I kiss your dirty mouth again," Kenny complained against Leo's neck, but they both knew that was a lie. There's no way either could wait that long.

Like Kenny, Stan hadn’t been able to look away from the kiss either. He had felt himself going pale as Leo neared, thinking why the fuck he was so stupid to issue a dare like that, and had felt his heart skip a beat and sink with dread when their lips touched with a briefness that felt like eternity. Stan blinked when Kyle started cursing at him, his face still pale and his eyes no doubt huge in his face, staring back at him uncomprehendingly for a moment. And then Kyle was gone and Stan was left standing there stuck on 'stupid' mode.

"He... I..." Stan stuttered and then stopped talking. Kyle wanted... him? Well, that's what Leo said, but damn Kyle for not telling him that himself! He wanted badly to run after him, but... What could he say after using him so terribly like that?

Leo shuddered and melted against Kenny, enjoying his touches and kisses, turning his head slowly to press a kiss to his handsome blonde's neck.

"Hnh... That wasn't how I imagined it, " he laughed. "I realized that I'd never be able to get a kiss better than the ones I get from you. It's not worth risking our relationship over something so fucking stupid. I love you, you big fucking idiot." Leo laughed again and rolled over on top of Kenny, arms about his neck.

God, but Leo's laugh was like mouth-to-mouth to a dying man. Kenny wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and squeezed him until he felt ribs creaking, leaning back against the arm of the couch so Leo could sprawl more of his body on top of his own. He kept his face pressed against Leo's neck, drowning himself in the older blonde’s delicious scent that not even a damn Jewbie could taint.

"Fuck, I love you," Kenny murmured, kissing the side of Leo neck and shoulder and marking new bruises right over the old ones.

Leo purred at the affection from Kenny, but paused at Stan's stuttering and just glanced over his shoulder.

“You'd better go in there. He's going to drink too much and who's going to be there to hold his hair back when he's puking in the toilet? At least go and apologize or something. Or just kiss him already. Poor guy...

"And if you leave him here,” Leo added with a stern look at Stan, “I'm throwing his drunk ass out on the street and he can wander around for hours and get butt-raped by some creep." It wasn't true. Leo would let Kyle sleep on the couch, or in the bathroom, or wherever he crashed. He wasn't a dick.

Stan rocked forward on his feet as if he were going to bolt, tossing a worried look in Kyle's direction, before falling back on his heels with a frustratingly indecisive expression on his face.

I'd probably be the one to butt-rape him, Stan thought miserably. And I wouldn't even have to be drunk either. He bit his lip.

...Fuck it. If there was going to be any butt-rape it damn well was going to be mutual. Kyle could claim drunkenness the morning after if he felt regret, but the very least Stan could do was apologize to Kyle. The redhead meant that much to him to try and mend their friendship.

Stan didn't look twice at the pair gradually intertwining themselves together on Leo's couch, walking into the kitchen and stopping short at the sight of Kyle. He was sitting hunched on the counter as if he were eight again (although his mom would have a fit if it were his ass on her counter) and his intensely curly hair framed his face, looking so sweet and so miserable.

Kyle had stopped drinking for the time being, the can of beer settled near his thigh, hands folded in his lap as he sat atop the counter there, those sweet honey brown eyes staring at the floor from behind red ringlets of hair. He had started sweating a little during the whole kissing Leo moment, so the moisture had sort of... reactivated his hair. The curls were more prominent and noticeable – just one more thing to be annoyed at. Fuck.

"...K...Kyle?" Stan ventured tentatively, still lingering at the door way incase he needed to suddenly put a wall between them if Kyle starting throwing things at him. "Can I... can I talk to you? Please?"

Kyle was snapped out of his thoughts as Stan entered the room, a light glare shot to the other. He snorted, and looked aside. “... Sure. " He didn't know what Stan was going to say. Kyle had fucked up the Truth or Dare, he was the one who'd broken the faint kiss and stormed off into the kitchen. His unfinished beer was lazily knocked into the sink to let the remaining liquid drain out. Fuck it, he didn't want anymore, his head was spinning as it was. "What is it?"

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Kenny was sweet. Leo liked it. He knew it freaked out the others to see Kenny acting so goddamn real, so sweet, so precious... But who cared what they thought? Kenny was his. Leo just began to molest that pale neck, almost so translucent it was faintly grey-toned. He'd get some sun in that skin one day, when they got to California.
Fuck the mouthwash, Kenny thought when Leo's plush lips starting attacking his neck, sending delicious little shivers down his spine.

"Hnmm," he groaned softly, his hands falling against Leo's ass like a homing signal and squeezing generous handfuls. "Told you... he was a douchebag," Kenny said between kisses, smirking lightly. "Both of them, actually," he paused so he could work a hand free and caught Leo's chin so he could kiss him properly.

"They were made for each other," Kenny smirked before covering Leo's mouth with his own, determined to obscure any and every trace of Kyle from his boyfriend's body and mind.

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Stan really wished he had a beer right now, or a whole fucking keg to drown himself in, but if he was such an ass when he was only buzzed he didn't need the extra alcohol in his system. That glare hurt, but the dark look was less than he deserved.

"Um..." He took a step forward, cursed himself for being such a pussy - it was only Kyle... but it was only Kyle. He stopped when he was a few feet away, his blue eyes turned down from those honey-sweet brown ones.

"Fuck man, I'm sorry...” Stan finally said, looking up at his best friend. "That was shitty of me to do that to you guys... to you... But, fuck! I was so flustered from that d-dance, I just wasn't thinking straight." What he really wanted to say was that Kyle flustered him, but Stan didn't know how his friend would take that sort of admittance.

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Leo laughed against Kenny's lips, that single eye sliding shut completely as he melted against his boyfriend. He just enjoyed every moment they had, who knew when Kenny might... actually die. What if it was the last time? For real? Leo had to try not to worry about that too often. He just sighed a little and pulled back from the kiss.

“C'mon baby, let's head upstairs." Leo pulled out of Kenny's grasp and headed towards the kitchen where Stan and Kyle were just awkwardly staring at each other at that moment.

"You two can crash on the couch - there's some blankets in the hall closet. Bathroom is upstairs on the right. You'll see it, the door will be open. The couch pulls out into a bed when you’re tired. We're going to the room." And then Leo disappeared upstairs to wait for Kenny.

Leo was adorable, having explained things for the guys with care not to scandalize them too badly. Kenny would have just told them 'We're fucking. Sleep on the couch and clean up the cumspots when you're done.' End of conversation. Either way got the point across, he supposed.

He lagged behind after getting up off the couch, watching Leo walk up the stairs, or rather - watching his ass while he walked up the stairs, and grinned to himself. He was such a perv. He poked his messy blonde head into the kitchen to check that the guys were okay, but they were wrapped up in their little ‘Style’ bubble so he just went to bed without wishing them a goodnight or whatever.

Kyle blushed furiously at what those two were going to do, but at least they were doing it in private. He shook his head and returned his attention to Stan.

Stan couldn't help looking just a bit enviously in the blondes’ direction. God, not even a week and Leo and Kenny were madly in love, or lust, and planning on moving away together. He'd known Kyle for close to eighteen years and he couldn't even bring himself to hug him casually, just as friends.

"Why... did the dance fluster you? It flustered me too. I... didn't know you could move like that, man... " Kyle’s face flooded with red once more so his faint freckles resurfaced, those freckles that only showed themselves during a blush. "I shouldn't have stopped the dare like that. I fucked up the game and now those two are upstairs fucking and we're left down here like idiots."

Stan fidgeted with his t-shirt and made some sort of vague response, entranced despite himself by Kyle's blush that accented his freckles.

Kyle felt so stupid. He hopped off the counter, but the alcohol in him threw him off balance completely, and he stumbled forward just to grip Stan in an attempt to balance himself.

"Fuck. Don't let me drink like that again... I'm fucking floating right now."

"Whoa! Um, okay," Stan gripped the back of Kyle's shoulders, steadying his friend, but afraid to put his hands any lower. "Um, maybe you should... sit down..." Stan pulled out a chair with one hand, awkwardly balancing Kyle with the other and helped maneuver the redhead into the seat. "You alright, dude?" he laughed a little nervously, reluctant to move away after getting Kyle settled.

Kyle shuddered as he crawled onto the seat, one hand covering his face in embarrassment, his laughter awkward as he shook his head. Damn, he felt stupid. “Yeah. I'm all right." He blushed stupidly, looking at nothing for a moment.

"I'm sorry,” Kyle said for no particular reason, reaching his hands out to hold onto Stan's shirt lightly, just gripping it to make sure he was still there. He was rather tipsy at the moment. "I should have told you like... four years ago. I've just told myself that it wasn't true, and lying to myself for so long is just... it sucks,” he murmured, and shook his head a few more times.

“I've had this crush on you. I kept telling myself... that it'd just go away, and that it was probably Cartman's influence on me." Everyone knew that fatass was a fag, and Cartman was often riding Kyle for being a homo - when he wasn’t bashing him for being Jewish or a ginger. But Stan had always, unquestioningly stuck up for him every time.

"I can't blame anyone else. Just you... I blame you for making m-me feel this way." A hiccup broke Kyle’s words, and he grinned helplessly as he let go of Stan, fully expecting him to leave at that point.

Stan could barely hear a thing after 'I should have told you.' His heartbeat seemed to fill his ears again and make his head so terribly heavy and just a little dazed. His own hands reached out and braced himself on Kyle's wrists, or forearms... whatever he was grabbing, he didn't care.

Oh god... he was... Kyle actually...

Stan knew he was going to fuck things up if he opened his mouth, so he just sort of... leaned in and kissed Kyle, having focused in on his lips rather than the words during the other’s speech and just... let the urge push him along.

Kyle had actually lost himself after the 'I should have told you' as well, he had been rambling in his dazed, tipsy haze. He blushed like a madman as he felt those lips suddenly against his own.

Oh god, wait. Stan was kissing him?

"M’sorry," Stan mumbled against Kyle's lips. God, but they were so soft and so warm. He sunk slowly into Kyle's lap when his trembling legs refused to hold him up any more, straddling his friend's thighs and clutching at his shirt while he prolonged the sweetly awkward kiss.

Kyle’s arms wanted to lift and wrap around Stan but they felt far too heavy. Instead he just grasped onto Stan's shirt in much the same way that Stan held his own. He couldn't keep himself in that kiss for long because his breath was quickly lost amongst the alcohol and panting that'd started just about the same time as that kiss.

Forehead to forehead, Kyle looked across into his best friend’s blue eyes, his own bottom lip caught firmly between his teeth. “I..." Kyle hesitated, and then just let out a shaky breath. "Fuck."

The kiss ended much too soon for Stan's liking. If he was kissing then he wasn't talking, and they'd already established that his mouth got him in trouble. That, and kissing Kyle felt... amazing.

Kyle couldn't think of anything else to say, he had just been kissed by his best friend. Fuck Cartman, fuck Kenny - Kenny had a boyfriend. Cartman was a dickbag. And Kyle had... Stan. That's what was left out of their group and it just felt so right. Kyle’s shaking hands slipped to rest atop Stan's thighs.

The raven-haired boy blushed bright red, panting softly as he leaned against Kyle's forehead, those sweet ginger curls reaching out and brushing his own cheeks too. Stan shivered when Kyle's breath blew gently over his moist lips while the other boy spoke, nearly moaning when those hands fell along his thighs, dangerously close to sensitive areas. Kyle made him so nervous and giddy inside, but at least he didn't feel like he was going to throw up on the other. God, that was a first.

“Dance again,” Kyle murmured, nudging nose against nose. “Let's go put the music on and you can finish that lap dance... You were enjoying it... I was too." That'd work, right?

"Um, okay," Stan murmured, embarrassed and shy, but the dance might go better this time if it was the two of them, no prying eyes, no interruptions, and no goddamn time limit. He stroked his hands along Kyle's arms, shifting the light red hairs, and took his friend’s hands in his own, kissing him again briefly before climbing backwards off his lap and pulling Kyle up with him.

-

Leo's ears pricked to the noise from downstairs, the techno music had started up again, loud enough to both make the walls tremble faintly and drown out any noises that either party might make. Good.

Fuck, but Kenny hated techno. He'd endure it this time, but he was planning on Leo's moans drowning out most of the music.

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