This is a South Park Fanfic.

I don't own South Park. (Though I wish I did)

Style; StanxKyle

This is my first South Park fanfic so be nice, please!

I look at the beautiful figure sleeping next to me. We've been friends for a long time, since we were in kindergarten to be exact. We called each other Super Best Friends because we'd never had anyone closer to one another than each other. And it's never changed.

But now as I lay beside my Super Best Friend, I wonder if the feelings' surging through me every time I see him now is what he feels too. Because now I don't want to be his Super Best Friend. I want to love him with all my heart, and for him to do the same.

My name is Stan. And his name is Kyle. We are spending the night at his house like we always do on a Saturday night. I look at the clock again for the hundredth time tonight. '6:47 am…' I think to myself. I've stayed up all night for the third time this month. 'Dammit…'. I turn on my side to try and get some sleep before the morning.

I wake up 2 hours later, the smell of pancakes, eggs and bacon floating in the air. 'Why do they always eat breakfast so early in the damn morning?' I asked myself as I walked slowly to the kitchen. Having stayed over so many times, I could've there with my eyes closed which they practically were. But when I got to the kitchen, what I saw made me wake up.

There was Kyle, in an oversized T-shirt and a pair of boxers. Most of his legs showed out from under the shirt and it didn't help that his boxers looked almost skin tight. He wasn't wearing his hat so his now-tamed red hair, shiny and curly, was floating cutely over his eyes. He looked at me with that heavenly smile of his and said, "Hey Stan. Want some breakfast?"

But I didn't answer. Instead I blacked out and when I came back my lips were against his, his green eyes wide with shock, confusion, and something else I couldn't recognize. I pulled away and said very quickly, "I'm sorry Kyle! I don't know what I was thinking!"

"Stan…" was all he said. I turned to leave, thinking he wouldn't want to see me anymore. But, instead, I was pulled back into yet another kiss by those heavenly lips. They were soft and full and they tasted like grape soda. The blush on his face only got redder when I kissed back, putting my hands on his waist. He moved his hands from my arm to the back of my neck and moved his head slightly, moaning into the kiss. I darted my tongue into his open mouth, making him gasp but his shock died down and it was back to moaning. Reluctantly, I pulled back so we could breathe and looked into those green eyes once more.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for that." Kyle said, panting.

"I think I do." I said and I kissed him again. "I love you, Kyle."

"I love you too, Stan."

END.

Please comment, review, flame, whatever, just tell me how I did.

Sorry about there being no lemon, I've never written anything before. There'll be some in the next one I make though!