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Title: Hips
Summary: Kyle shows something to Stan and Stan reacts queerly. StanKyle
Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Couple: StanKyle
Written By: Shino (Rah wrote Stan for the first few paragraphs but then she had to leave)
Inspired By: elohel, I just figured out that when you did. . . something. . . something. . . cool happened. :D
Comments: They're 16-17ish in here.
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Hips
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Kyle sighed and walked towards the bathroom, idly scratching his thigh. He turned a corner to his bathroom and for the last few step he pressed two fingers against his hip bone. He paused in the doorway and took two steps back, then forward, all with his fingers still in the same position. He smiled, repeating the action a few more times. "Cool." With a chuckle he continued with his morning ritual and made a mental note to tell Stan of his discovery.
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It wasn't until after school that Kyle had a chance to talk to Stan one-on-one. Stan was coming out of the locker room from football practice when Kyle met up with him. "Yo, Stan, dude. I gatta show yew something." He motioned the teen over. "Here stand behind me and give me your hands."
". . . Alright." Stan relinquished his hands to Kyle. "What is this amazing thing that you must show me?"
"Just, watch." Kyle took Stan's hands and folding all but the teens index and middle fingers back he pressed them to his hips. "Now walk with me."
"What?!" Stan jerked back, almost reclaiming his hands. "Dude! Do you know how queer that sounds?"
Kyle sighed in an exasperated way. "Dude, no one's around and you have a girlfriend. Just go with me, it's cool." He jerked the teen back, but this time Stan stumbled and his chest pressed against Kyle's back. "Urk, step back. and WALK with me dammit." Kyle muttered, replacing Stan's fingers.
"Fine." He allowed Kyle to control his hands again. "So, what am I supposed to be feeling here?" Stan asked, feeling slightly flustered and tense.
"Ignore your inner jock yelling at you and just feel my hips." Kyle said softly still walking, noting the tense posture that the other had.
Stan grumbled softly but complied. He continued walking, trying to stay close, but not too close. Then, as he was about to pull away and say how retarded this whole thing was he noticed what Kyle was trying to show him. Kyle's hip bone moved as they walked. As retarded as it was, Stan did feel a little 'awe'd.
Upon reaching the end of the hallway they turned and went back down to where they had started. There, Kyle stopped with a silly grin and asked. "Cool huh?"
Stan didn't answer though, just stood completely still behind Kyle, hands still on the red-heads hips.
"Stan? Dude? You okay?" Kyle turned his head half-way around, curious as to why Stan wasn't talking.
Without thinking, Stan turned the Jew around and kissed him. "The things you make me do Kyle."
Kyle froze, not sure on how to react. When the other pulled away looking worried. He spoke with a soft and barely noticeable quiver to his voice. "Dude. . . What was that?"
Stan bit his bottom lip. "God, man, I'm sorry, uh, I'm stressed about Wendy leaving me and football practice and all, er, I'll go, I'm sorry." A hand held his hands in place, still on Kyle's hips
"Dude, seriously. What's wrong?" Kyle was concerned, I mean, they were best friends, they always told each other things. "Are you sure it's just stress?"
Nodding, Stan slowly pulled his hands away and backed up. "Uh, that. . . Thing you just showed me was pretty cool, just so you know." Then, he escaped, leaving a slightly confused and worried teen behind.
Standing alone in the hallway, Kyle gently brushed his finger against his lips.
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elohel
Stress.
I swear. . . Kyle is just one big stress ball for his friends. :D
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