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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 Eighteen

Kyle had turned the music on, still a bit surprised at that last little kiss, and the fact that this was actually happening. Or something was happening. Anything. He turned the music up loud enough to hopefully drown out any sounds either pair, upstairs or downstairs, might be making. He crawled onto the couch, slouching lazily in his spot there, those honey hued orbs upon Stan. He mouthed 'come on' to him and reached out, grasping his best friend’s hips and tugging him closer, trying to get him into his lap again.

It’s the beer, it’s the beer, it’s the beer. Kyle kept telling himself that's why he was touching Stan so boldly.

Stan knew Leo and Kenny weren't sleeping - it couldn't have been later than 8:30, maybe 9 at the most, so he didn't suggest they turn the music down. Besides, he didn't want to know if either Kenny or Leo were screamers. Although, he was a little interested how loud Kyle could get...

Stan laughed as Kyle practically dragged him into his lap. He threw his arms around Kyle's neck and knelt up over him with his knees pressing against the outside of the other's legs on the couch cushions. "Do you want me in the mesh again?" The shirt was on the couch still where he had thrown it at Leo earlier. He blushed, his hips wiggling a little in Kyle's hands.

“Yeah,” Kyle murmured as he smirked and grasped the bottom of Stan’s shirt, tugging it up and yanking over the other’s head. Of course that mussed up those black locks, and he snickered at the mess and then tossed that shirt aside. He paused, blushing at his forwardness. “Or you could just... stay like that,” he said quietly, hands falling once more to Stan's hips just to hold onto his jeans, fingertips barely brushing against the flesh of his hips.

Stan's breath caught and stuck in his throat when Kyle slid his shirt up over his head. It was so much like he was undressing him... well he was, but really undressing him. He made a soft sound like a cross between a moan and whimper, and he just lost it when Kyle's hands touched his bare skin.

"A-ah! Ahnn...ohh. Oh, god..." Stan buried his face against Kyle's neck, mortified beyond belief. "Fuck dude... I-I just came." His words were mumbled, and he was trembling a little in Kyle's hands. Stan didn't know what possessed him to even admit to that, but damned if he was playing off wet, sticky pants to Kyle when the other was bound to notice.

Kyle suddenly jumped a little, hard as a goddamn rock between them. He was a virgin, for fuck's sake, and having Stan panting into his neck and murmuring those surprising words... He trembled a little himself.

"Wh-What?" he murmured, cheeks that dirty red color still. "What...? You came?" Kyle swallowed thickly, eyes hooded as he just sort of... sat there. "Wait. You like. Came? Well..." He coughed lightly, but then snickered.

Stan just nodded against Kyle's neck, too embarrassed to speak or even look at him. What could a guy say when he just came on another guy? If he wasn't punched in the face first, of course. But luckily for him Kyle was non-violent, unless he was really pissed off, and Stan was glad he just laughed.

“At least you didn't puke on my face... I guess that's good." Kyle pressed his face into Stan's neck and let those red ringlets of hair rub against that tanned neck. “Ha-Has that ever happened before...?"

"Um. No," Stan shook his head, his arms coming around Kyle's back and brushing their torsos together as he squirmed in Kyle's lap at the cooling mess in his pants. He gave a choked sort of laugh. "Fuck, but I prefer that to throwing up."

"Take off your pants. Or... go upstairs, clean up, come back down and like... I don't know," Kyle chuckled and pressed a kiss to the other's neck. “I'll grab two blankets and we can wear togas. Or whatever. I wanna kiss again, so hurry up," he said as he gave the other a light push and crawled out from underneath him, brushing a hand against Stan's nearest thigh just to tease perhaps.

Stan's legs were like jelly, and he just flopped on the couch when Kyle pulled out his support. He really didn't want to go upstairs, not with Leo and Kenny fucking - it'd be like walking in on his parents or something.

Kyle waited a moment, then looked away and unbuttoned his own shirt, pulling it over his head. No one ever saw his back, because there were more prominent freckles there, and then he began to pull his pants down. He was hard, but facing away from Stan. He wanted to be naked in a sheet too. Fuck, he just wanted Stan. Soon.

Stan shuddered. And just watched Kyle undress.

Mmm, but those freckles were delicious! Stan just wanted to sprawl over Kyle’s back and trace them with a marker, or his tongue. He shifted again when he felt his pants begin to strain as Kyle bared more flesh to him. "Fucking... no way..." he muttered, glaring at his mutinous lap. He was a horny teenager - they all were - but god, usually he wasn't this bad! Maybe it was just Kyle. It was so hot watching the redhead undress himself... Stan really wanted those hands back on him, taking off his clothes too.

"Um... you can finish undressing me. If you want," he said softly, staring at Kyle's boxer-clad ass as he pulled his pants down. Yeah, he really, really wanted those hands back on him.

Kyle's shoulders even turned pink with his blush as he looked over his shoulder at Stan. “You... want me to finish undressing you...” he repeated quietly, and then grinned a little. “All right." He dragged his own shirt over, tossing it on the couch as he got onto his knees before Stan.

“Just try not to shoot off in my eye."

Kyle laughed and unbuttoned the other's pants, just to draw them down and off of that mess that they'd created. He grunted, “Messy..." Whispered words were given and he took his own shirt and lifted it, blushing as he started to wipe away the jizz from Stan's thighs.

Stan's eyes felt so big in his face, but he was quiet while Kyle pulled his pants off, lifting his hips helpfully. "Mn, I-I'll try not to," he said, attempting sarcasm, but he wasn't entirely certain he wouldn't come in Kyle's face. Not when his face was so close to his lap, and his hands were wiping off his sticky thighs. "Ahnn..." Stan bit his lip, fighting the urge to tuck his knees up to his chest and hide all those overly-sensitive bits. Fuck but it was weird, being naked and touching with Kyle.

“You... can clean this, r-right?" Kyle blushed like the fucking idiot he was, losing his nerve just when things were starting to get intense again. He'd been confident up until the realization that he was staring at Stan's cock hit him. He sat back onto the couch, not even realizing that he was almost nude himself, just clad in some black boxers and his socks. There was an obvious damp spot from the fact that he had, in fact, been hard a couple times. Preliquids were making his boxers wet, dammit. "Stan. What are we doing?"

Stan started when Kyle pulled back before he could get to the messiest parts, Kyle's blush triggering his own. "Ah... what... what do you mean?" he asked and swallowed with difficulty, pulling the shirt self-consciously into his lap.

“W-Well, what are we doing? Is this smart?” Kyle settled onto the couch, hands folded in his lap in an almost scholarly affectation. “I mean... Do you think this'll fuck up our friendship? I really don't want to mess up what we have..." He was strangely brilliant at this phase of drunkenness, eyes hooded heavily in thought. “Or do you think if we do whatever... we're doing now... do you think it'll make us better friends...?" He wasn't sure.

Kyle smiled crookedly, though, and moved a hand through those curled red locks of hair, ringlets falling all against his face. Maybe he'd grow it out some, see how it looked in a ponytail. "Stan, clean up and come sit with me."

Why does Kyle have to be so goddamn rational all the time? Stan bemoaned to himself.

Usually he was rational too, but this situation was so embarrassingly hard enough as it was, so he was willing to lose himself in the moment and just think about consequences later. But Kyle was right. They'd been friends much too long and, unlike Kenny and Leo, they had that life-time friendship to lose if things didn't work out. Stan didn't mind his nudity so much now, maybe because Kyle was sitting there nearly naked himself and obviously aroused, too.

Stan tried not to look towards Kyle’s lap as he shrugged a bit helplessly.

"I don't know. All I know right now is..." his voice dropped several degrees and he ducked his head to hide his blush, even though tomato-red was a near constant complexion on his face now. "...is that I want you."

Stan scooted a little closer to Kyle after the admission, the other boy's shirt still crumpled in his bare lap. "I don't want to fuck things up, though," he said softly, glancing up through dark lashes to gauge his friend’s reaction, uncertain what to expect.

Kyle practically tackled Stan to the couch when he came closer, just crawling atop of him, lips pushed against lips quickly, his clothed hips hovering lightly against Stan's bare hips, with just the dirty shirt between them. The kiss broke and he just moved his lips along the other's neck, as if he knew what he was doing. He just wanted to kiss... everything.

Stan moaned loudly as he was tackled, before the sound was smothered by his best friend's lips. His arms went around Kyle's neck as he arched up into that kiss, trying to tug him down against his body so he could feel the other boy's weight, his heat. "Kyle," he gasped when Kyle broke the kiss only to latch onto his neck. "Hnn!"

"If you want me, then let's just do it. I think... our friendship will help us... in this..." Kyle murmured, pressing his own lips lightly to Stan’s neck. Maybe it was a good step for them? Maybe being more than super best friends would work out. It felt good, that was for damn sure.

Kyle shifted over Stan, moving a hand down between them to adjust himself, the button on his fly pulled open so he could let his length hang free. He wasn't a peanut-sized Jew downstairs - he was rather nicely endowed, with a plush mess of curly red hair to match his head. "Nhh..." The shirt was tugged aside, so their cocks could bounce against each other, eliciting a sharp, shocked cry from the redhead.

Stan’s dazed blue eyes opened and peered between their bodies at movement from Kyle's hand. Oh god... Stan arched up with a sharp cry as he came again when their hard cocks touched for the first time, gasping and clinging to Kyle as the quick orgasm shuddered through him.

"F-Fuck... " Kyle could feel Stan's orgasm, he could feel the warmth spreading between them. Now... Kyle was finding this quick-shooting thing from Stan to be amusing, but not in a bad way. It seemed like just... partial orgasms. He didn't come himself though, even as their lengths touched together.

Kyle didn't seem upset that Stan had come yet again with only a touch, although the blue-eyed teen found that his length remained hard even after coming twice in a short span of time. Stan groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. "Oh man..."

"Dude we're going to end up coming all over this c-couch... I'll clean it up tomorrow morning... Fuck Leo." Kyle didn't think that Leo would care, as long as they cleaned up after themselves.

Stan briefly considered that Leo might have laced the alcohol, or weed, or even the chili with some kind of aphrodisiac, but threw that thought away because he suspected he'd wanted Kyle long before this. He had probably accused Kyle of being gay so much only because he was insecure with his own urges, and didn’t want to be alone with such awkward feelings for his best friend. He'd hoped that disastrous kiss with Leo would have outed Kyle, so he could come clean too... and in a way it sort of did. He didn't want Kyle kissing anyone else.

"Dude. Who tops? I don't know if I can handle a dick in my ass... Not yet," Kyle asked, wondering if the other boy could even last long enough to put it in anyone. Stan was too fun though. So did that mean it was Stan who'd be getting it?

"Nn, dude. You're so not sticking that fucking huge thing in my ass," Stan countered, when he had a mind to. Fuck, but this was fast. He wasn't ready for getting dicked just like that when neither of them had a clue what to do. And he sure as hell wasn't about to go upstairs and ask Kenny or Leo for advice.

Kyle couldn't help but want to test out this theory of Stan's inability to last longer than five, maybe ten seconds. The redhead sat up, straddling Stan's thighs as he wrapped a hand tentatively around both their lengths. Oddly enough, he had dreamt about touching Stan like this before. He stroked both their lengths at the same time, his long fingers extending around their shafts comfortably.

"Can't we just--nnnnhh!" Stan gasped and arched his back, his hips straining upwards into Kyle's grasp. "Oh...mmn...fuck..." he panted.

“Hhhnhhh... H-Have you ever done it with a girl, Stan...?"

"N-No, I'd always spew if we ever did anything more than make out. A-And barely that."

"Then you must be g-gay..." Kyle muttered as he let go of their cocks and leaned overtop of him. “Nhh... I... goddamn." He trembled and rocked hips against the other's hips. The way they were positioned, their cocks could easily glide against each other with Stan's already spilled seed.

"Ch'yeah. I'm totally gay alright," Stan grunted, and rolled his eyes up at Kyle with a smirk. "I'm rubbing dicks with another dude... and enjoying it out of my fucking mind."

Stan pulled Kyle down for another kiss, opening his mouth to the redhead's tongue. He didn't know if he was gay for real, because it wasn't like he beat off to men's swimwear catalogs or anything like that, and he'd really tried to make things work out with Wendy. They'd been off and on for years, but the urges to vomit on her had never lessened or disappeared. It was probably why he was so skinny...

Maybe Stan was just Jew-oriented. Or rather, Kyle-oriented. That wouldn't be so bad...

"Yeah... I d-don't want sex yet... we ca-can just... mess around... stuff... This feels g-great..." Kyle was at the edge of his orgasm, hands clenching the couch, on either side of Stan's head. "G-Goddamnit..." He grunted, hips bucking like mad. If he was to actually screw Stan, the raven-haired teen would be in a world of pain.

"Mm," Stan moaned, digging his fingers lightly into those freckles all over Kyle's back as he bucked up into him.

He wanted to ask if Kyle had had sex yet either... but he almost didn't want to know. Part of it was, yeah, he didn't want to admit to being a virgin, although he'd already said as much. But he'd feel better if Kyle was the same as him... If Stan was his first too. That thought, and any others, scattered from his mind as Kyle really started to thrust against him, grinding Stan's cock between their meshed bellies.

Kyle's orgasm was hard, sudden, and powerful, splashing up against Stan's chest at that angle, hot seed pouring out. He was a one-shot fellow. Completely.

Stan came again nearly the same time as Kyle, but he knew his orgasm was for real this time. It pulled at his belly and seemed to suck his brains out through the end of his cock. Stan cried out and writhed helplessly beneath Kyle as he came long and hard, mixing their seed together.

Despite being in the throws of pure ecstasy that flowed through them, somehow Kyle had managed to reattach his lips to Stan's near the end of their delicious orgasms. He slowed his hips when it seemed they were both coming down off the high, and just slumped atop of him, right in their mess.

“Ahmm...” Stan's tongue slid into Kyle's mouth, both of them tasting of alcohol and heat, and buried his fingers into those bright, messy curls, tugging them gently. God, but he loved Kyle's hair. The curls had always looked so soft and needing to be grabbed - it was a shame the other boy always hid his beautiful hair beneath that stupid green hat.

"D-Damn... Did..." Kyle swallowed, his lips pressed against Stan's neck after pulling back, face resting in the space between shoulder and ear against that sweet stretch of warm, sun-bronzed flesh. “Did we just do that or am I drunk enough to have imagined it all...?" he murmured, disoriented for a moment.

No, this was real.

Kyle could feel Stan beneath him, he could feel his heart racing alongside his own, the thumping of their chests barely noticeable yet obvious all the same. “Fuck... I've never felt anything that good before." Which insinuated he'd never even had sex - because sex felt alot better than that. No one wanted the Jew - Cartman was always making fun of him, and Kyle always got pissed off and furious over it, so everyone just assumed he was some bitter, angry kid who didn't want anyone around. Stan didn't think that... Stan was his best friend, whom he'd just had a messy swordfight with and won. No. He didn't win. They both did.

"Too much alcohol. Let's just lay here... nnh... until my head stops spinning and my stomach settles back into place, 'k, Stan?"

Stan was completely buzzed but he wasn't off-the-wall drunk, he had a fairly high tolerance. He knew what he was doing, but he'd claim drunkenness if Kyle couldn't deal with the fact he'd basically just had sex with his best friend. His best guy friend. God, he hoped Kyle didn't regret it later.

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