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Math Homework	By : Lunarwench Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Math Homework
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AN: This little one-shot was inspired by a pic on DA by Oneirogenic. The address is: http://oneirogenic.deviantart.com/art/SP-Math-Homework-26613870

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“Oh god...”

Stan let his head fall back as the sensation washed over him. Soft wet sounds from his lap drew his attention once again and he tilted his neck to peer down at the vivid red hair that was currently bobbing up and down between his legs.

“Kyle...Oh fuck...”

Dark green eyes gazed up at him, full of desire and longing, sending heat rushing straight to his groin. He was close.

“Kyle...I'm so close...You're so good...”

The redhead hummed his appreciation at the comment and Stan groaned from the vibrations against his cock. As Kyle licked along his length, Stan couldn't help but watch, enraptured by the sight of that little pink mouth and slippery shiny tongue wrapped around his manhood. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.

His fingers buried themselves into that thick red hair and stroked through the loose curls lovingly. When Kyle trailed downward and drew his testicles into his mouth, Stan's head fell back once again.

“Yesssss...Uhhn...”

Second by second, Stan grew closer and closer to release. His breath quickened and fingers tightened their grip on red locks.

“Kyle...I love you...”

But right before he reached the point of no return, that hot moist mouth drew away. He looked down in question, blinking and panting, and met green expectant eyes. Kyle must have said something.

“What? Did you say something?”

Kyle grinned and opened his mouth, apparently to say something sexy, and Stan craned his head forward excitedly.

“The hypotenuse of the quadrilateral triangle.”

Stan blinked. “What did you just say?”

Kyle's grin widened and he tilted his head cutely, nose wrinkling in thought. “Stan?”

Stan shook his head, suddenly feeling disoriented. “Yeah?”

“STAN!”

“Zuh?!” Stan's head whipped up from its resting place on his arms and he looked around blearily. Kyle was sitting on his bed, holding a rather thick math book and peering at him through black framed glasses in frustration.

Oh. It had been a dream. A rather detailed, erotic dream. Featuring his closest friend sucking him off.

Stan blushed at the memory and shifted slightly from his position on the floor of his room. He was laying on his stomach, looking at his math homework in front of him and resting his head on his arms. The soothing tone of Kyle's voice and the comfortable plush of his carpet must have lulled him to sleep.

The redhead cleared his throat, drawing Stan's attention back up to the bed, and sighed irritably. “Did you fall asleep?”

Stan blushed and shook his head, laying his chin on his forearms tiredly as he wiped the drool from his mouth. “No...I was just...resting my eyes.” And dreaming about you, he thought in embarrassment, realizing that he was sporting a hard-on from it. Which was fine, as long as he stayed on his stomach.

Kyle sighed again. “Look, you asked me to come over and help you with your homework, dude. I could be home right now, but I decided to be a good friend and help you out.”

Snorting in amusement, Stan grinned at his best friend. “If you hadn't come over, then you'd just be doing your homework at your house instead of mine. I don't think that's such a big loss, man.”

Kyle just glared at him and Stan had to look away. Sometimes he found it hard to keep eye contact with those vivid emerald orbs.

“All I'm saying, is that the least you could do is stay awake. If you fall asleep again, I'm going to have do something to you.”

Though the words had supposed to threaten him, Stan nonetheless felt a fresh wave of heat spread through his groin. A half-suppressed moan escaped his throat.

“Stan? What was that? You not gonna puke or anything right?” He joked, knowing how much Stan hated homework.

Kyle's laughter shot straight to Stan's brain, making him slightly giddy. Everything about his jewish friend was perfect to him. A smile curved his lips and he rested his head on his hands again, letting Kyle's soft voice float over him once more.

It wasn't his fault that he was obsessed with the boy. They'd been friends forever, been through everything together, even saved each other's lives numerous times. Sure, there had been some fights, some bad times, especially when they started going through puberty together. Then their emotions had raged and more than once they had gone without speaking for a week or so. It had been rough.

But now, finally coming out of the more volatile parts of pubescence, they were closer to each other than ever. Was it really anyone's fault that Stan found himself having erotic thoughts about his best friend? Was there really anyone to blame?

Stan didn't think so. When all of your time is spent with one person who you really care about and your hormones are on double-duty, the chances of thinking of that person in less than innocent ways are extremely high.

Besides, Stan thought, Kyle was too cute for his own good. No longer was he the frizzy-haired scrawny boy who was voted most ugly in the 4th grade.

Over the last few years, he'd sprouted a couple feet in height, making him almost as tall as Stan himself, and his stick-thin body had even filled out some. The hair, which was once a super thick fro of red poofs, had been tamed by the help of some secret blend of hair products that Kyle vehemently denied using. It fell in loose waves around his head, framing his forehead. Stan liked it.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?”

Stan jolted again, snapping out of his musings and smiling sheepishly at the exasperated redhead now standing over him. “Sorry, dude. You know I can't pay attention to this stuff.”

Kyle huffed impatiently. “Fine! Let's just move onto the next chapter.”

“What's in the next chapter?”

Kyle smirked at him. “Algebra. Your favorite.”

“Arg!” Stan groaned, his head falling back onto his forearms.

As Kyle started to read the chapter aloud and explain various methods to help remember how to do the equations, Stan once again began to doze off. The smooth lilting voice of his friend playing with his senses, calming him immeasurably.

In his relaxed state, he thought of the dream he'd been having. It wasn't the first, it definitely wouldn't be the last, but Stan didn't mind. He kinda liked them. Not the whole having a secret from his best friend thing, but the dreams themselves. They did more to him physically than anything he'd thought about doing with his ex-girlfriend. And she'd been hot.

But there was just something about Kyle...

He definitely wasn't gay. He'd liked girls for forever, but ever since they were little, Kyle had always been his closest friend. And sometimes, Stan liked to think about Kyle on his knees, hair mussed from Stan's fingers, pushing him down onto his-

“Stan? Pay attention, man. Now, when there's a factor, you...”

Stan tuned him out, resuming his thoughts. Sometimes, he liked to think about Kyle on his bed, naked and spread out. Blindfolded. Stan shuddered, getting aroused all over again. Damn hormones! He shifted slightly, lifting his hips and relieving the returning pressure. His black long-sleeve shirt rode up his back and his jeans inched down. Cool air brushed over his skin.

“Hah! Stan, I can see your ass-crack! Pull up your pants, dude.”

“Meh, you love it.”

Kyle just laughed, returning to the math book in his lap. As he read, Stan studied him out of the corner of his eye.

Kyle was wearing a green turtleneck and somewhat baggy jeans. His sleeves were rolled up and Stan could see his yellow Live Strong bracelet on his slender wrist. On his nose were his trademark black frame glasses that all the girls in their grade loved because they said he looked so 'emo' in them.

Bleck, Stan thought in disgust. There was nothing emo about his friend. If anything, he was a nerd, a geek, or a dork. A cute one, but still a dork. But not emo. Stan was more emo than him, and that was only because he wore tight girl pants. But that was it. Neither of them were like that. Kyle was a braniac, and Stan was...

Well, Stan was his friend. If he wanted to, he could have tried out for football or something, but then he'd have to stay after school all the time and he wouldn't be able to hang out with Kyle as much. Plus, his grades were crappy, hence the tutoring.

But Kyle wouldn't call it tutoring, he'd just say he was helping out. That was one thing Stan loved about his friend. Kyle never treated him like the dunce his parents and his teachers did. Kyle just 'helped out' cause Stan 'wasn't dumb' like all the adults said.

And he wasn't dumb, really. He just got distracted easily. Like right now, he watched as Kyle got onto his hands and knees and started rifling around in Stan's sheets.

“Damn, what did I do with my calculator?” He muttered to himself as he bent over, granting Stan with a great view as his shirt inched up his stomach.

Stan couldn't help but stare through his thick black bangs as Kyle leaned over the other side of his bed and stuck his ass up in the air.

Sometimes, Stan wanted to push Kyle down onto his bed and fuck him.

Hear that sensible mouth spewing profanities as he was screwed into the mattress.

“Stan, have you seen it?”

See that pale freckled skin get all flushed and sweaty as Stan bit him all over.

“Stan?”

Feel his smooth naked body shaking against his.

“Hey Stan!”

Stan was abruptly brought out of his daydream as Kyle came over and plopped down on his back, sitting heavily and forcing the air from his lungs. “Oof!” He gasped, struggling to breathe again. “Whaaaat?!”

Kyle bent his legs and placed his knees on either side of Stan's back, then leaned forward and pointed to the half-finished math problems in front of him. “You were off again. Lost in the void, man. We seriously need to get this done. What is so fascinating anyway that you have to keep daydreaming?”

Stan answered without thinking. “You.” Then cursed mentally as Kyle stilled above him. Stupid! He fought to think of something to lessen the implication of his admission. “Uh...I mean, like, remember when we were little and you almost became the new Jewish messiah? Like, I was just thinking about how cool it would have been if we had been able to start like, this club and we'd have all these followers and stuff...” He finished lamely, hoping the other would buy it.

“Oh. Okay.” Kyle seemed almost relieved by his answer, and Stan felt oddly sad at that.

It was silent for a moment, then Kyle broke it by leaning forward over Stan's head and pointing to his messy print with one hand. The other arm was braced by Stan's shoulder, and he felt the heat emanating from the other boy. Not to mention his perfect ass was nestled firmly against his back.

A pencil flashed before his eyes, and he glanced back down at the paper, seeing Kyle's slim fingers wrapped around a good ol' number two. He begrudgingly grabbed his own pencil off the floor and tried to follow Kyle's explanation of the equation they were on but he kept drifting. Every few seconds, Kyle would shift and the muscles in his thighs and ass clenched, making Stan go a little crazy.

If only he could turn over, and if only they were naked...

“Goddammit Stan! I am so sick of this!”

Stan was brutally jabbed in the side with Kyle's pencil and he shrieked girlishly. Squirming as the pencil kept poking, Stan attempted to crawl away, but Kyle kept him pinned. Without thinking, he rolled over and grabbed the redhead's hands, stilling their attack.

“Heh! You better pray that I don't put you in a head-lock for that.” His lips curled playfully, but then his smiled wilted at the strange surprised look on the other boy's face.

Kyle was still straddling him, but now he was right over Stan's...

Oh dear. Both their cheeks flushed crimson at the same time but neither could seem to move.

“Heh...I th-thought you said you had been daydreaming about me...” It wasn't really a question, but Stan answered anyway.

“Uhhhh...Yeah...I was...” He couldn't look away. Green and blue stared, neither able to break the somewhat intense silence.

Suddenly, Kyle stood, stepping over to the bed with his face turned away. Stan sat up and adjusted his pants, fingers shaking nervously. Why had he said that? He should have lied. Dammit! Now he was going to lose his best friend just because he thinks about him in ways he shouldn't, just because he's obsessed.

Kyle wasn't saying anything, but Stan could see he was wringing his hands together, shaking like he had been.

“Look, man, I'm sorry. I should have told you or something. But, it's not something that comes up in normal everyday conversation. Heh, like, I can't just say something like, 'I think you're cute'.” Crap! Shut up! Stan couldn't stop the words!

In front of him, Kyle stood rigid, like he was terrified or something.

Stan had to say something, anything, to make this better.

Anything.

Come on! Anything!

Goddammit, say something!

“Uhhhmm...Want to know what you were doing in my dream?”

Ack! Anything but that! Don't tell him that! You idiot! Stan mentally punched himself, instantly blushing beet red as Kyle whipped his head around and looked at him with wide unbelieving eyes.

Worrying his lip between his teeth, Stan tried to clear his throat and it came out sort of yelp. “Actually, uh...I'd rather not say what you were...uh...nevermind.”

His cheeks were on fire, and he could see a similar stain on Kyle, but only better. Redheads have the cutest blush. Instead of their cheeks, their whole face gets red. They can't hide, and Stan loved to see Kyle blush. Just not when he's the cause of it. Well, in a bad way.

His head drooped defeatedly, and Stan studied his shoes as the silence thickened between them. He heard Kyle move and he became terrified. Now his friend was leaving. Great. He'd just blown it.

But Kyle stopped in front of him and Stan's face was being pulled up by one warm hand. Blue met green once more and Kyle was shaking his head, biting his own lip as he seemed to be deciding something.

Then, ever so softly, he pressed his lips to Stan's and kissed him. Stan swooned, almost falling into the shorter redhead as his breath hitched from the light contact. Then the lips were pulling away and Stan was left gaping at his friend.

“What was that?!” He asked almost too excitedly, squeaking a little. “Is this another dream?”

Kyle snickered, smiling a little. “Is that all we did in your dream?” Then he blushed deeper when Stan started to speak, holding up his hands and cutting him off. “Don't! I'd rather not know right now, dude.”

Stan was unable to speak. This was too shocking. Kyle had just...had just kissed him! Why? Wait, no, that didn't matter. But it had to happen again, to prove it was real.

Stan reached out and yanked Kyle's head towards his own, crushing their mouths together again, despite Kyle's surprised yelp. But his redhead didn't pull away or anything, so Stan felt he had permission to continue, so he did, thoroughly.

His lips molded to the other's, pulling Kyle's bottom lip in between his own and suckling lightly. His tongue snaked out and prodded against his friend's closed mouth in question, only to be welcomed in and entwined with Kyle's. Wet slick flesh slid over each other in frantic gasping pulses, and Stan's fingers found themselves tangled in that red hair, tugging lightly. But where were Kyle's hands? Then, he felt them sneaking down his back and resting on the back of his jeans.

Oh my, that felt good. Stan sighed and tilted his head, deepening the kiss and licking along the back of Kyle's mouth lightly.

Kyle was awfully good at this. Wait a minute. How did Kyle get so good? He'd never kissed anyone before, Stan was sure of it! He pulled away abruptly, leaving Kyle's lips parted and his face flushed.

“Who have you been kissing?!” He accused, most disgruntled.

But Kyle just smiled. “No one.”

“That's bull, dude. You don't get good by not practicing.”

As his cheeks tinted even darker, Kyle's eyes averted. “I read about techniques online...Then I tried em out...”

“On who?!”

“...You don't need another person to practice...”

The thought of Kyle alone in his room, reading about kissing and either trying it out on his hand or pillow, made Stan light-headed. It was too cute and naughty at the same time. His lips quested forward again, seeking contact, but Kyle stopped him.

“What? What's wrong?”

Kyle bit his lip, meeting Stan's eyes and sighing. “Dude, we can not tell Cartman about this.”

That was fine with Stan and he grinned, nodding and leaning forward once more. This time Kyle didn't pull away.

THE END

AN: If you like this fanfiction, please go to my author page and check out my other stuff. It's all boy/boy stuff. Some Originals (which I HIGHLY recommend), and other fanfics. THANKS!
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