There WILL be a HOT second part to this. Not much to say. I wrote this quickly and haven't really read over it yet, so I apologize for any mistakes.

STAN/KYLE SLASH

I don't own any of these characters, I guess. Except for that kid, Jason. I made him up. :)

This is PART ONE

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Stan smiled into his pillow, taking comfort in the warmth of Kyle's body wrapped around his own. The comforter had slid down to their waists, the sheet tangled with their feet. The early morning light was starting to creep in over the mountains, reaching Stan's eyelids. He cringed slightly, suddenly aware of the fact that he had morning wood. He slowly began to sit up, peeling himself away from Kyle's warm body. Stan rubbed his eyes, groaning, as he stood up and padded his way to the bathroom.

The toilet flushed, and the still bleary-eyed boy reappeared. Stan paused at Kyle's window. Sunlight was just beginning to outline the Rockie's jagged peaks, reflecting against the snow. Most of the sky was still dark. Stan yawned. It was way too fucking early to be up. He crossed the room, diving back into bed and snuggling up to Kyle. Kyle's back was turned to him, and he wrapped his arms around him from behind, kissing the nape of his neck.

"Mmphmm..." Kyle murmured, rolling over and automatically embracing Stan's chest. Stan smiled, meeting his boyfriends lips. Kyle's eyes slowly opened and he pulled away, a lopsided grin playing on his lips. "Morning, Marsh." He nuzzled Stan's neck affectionately. Stan cuddled deeper into Kyle's muscular chest. "Mmmm. Let's sleep in. Get up around nine, or maybe ten." Stan grinned into Kyle's flesh.

"Sounds great, but we have hockey practice."

"Fuck hockey. We can get more exercise in bed." Stan grunted, burrowing deeper.

A naughty grin graced Kyle's handsome face. "Good point." He kissed Stan's head and slid his hands down Stan's chest, pausing at the trickle of dark hair below his navel.

Stan groaned huskily, instantly awake. His testosterone never failed him in the morning.

He slid back up to meet Kyle's lips, sucking hungrily, grabbing Kyle's head.

The ebony-haired boy's heart beat like crazy as Kyle eagerly kissed back, sucking on his lips. Stan fought back, asserting his dominance, he rolled over, pinning Kyle down. Kyle's eyes flashed, reaching down and stroking Stan's erection, slowly, teasingly. Stan tried to sustain his control, but who was he kidding? He shuddered into to Kyle's chest, giving into the pleasure. Kyle gripped him harder, but Stan fought off the urge to give in with all his strength. Regaining control, he pushed his boyfriend down again, running his tongue over Kyle's collar bone. Kyle moaned lightly as Stan's hand snaked down, grasping his member like a joystick. Stan's lips sunk back into Kyle's with a passion, his tongue running over Kyle's perfect teeth.

Sunlight slowly began to drizzle into the room, chasing out the dark. Fog slid over the peaks of the mountains, exposing them to the pristine air.

Thirty miles away, snow sunk in on itself, sliding down the side of it's mountain in a roaring avalanche.

In Kyle's bed, another sort of avalanche was on the verge of taking place.

His body trembled as Stan's thumb gently pressed into the tender skin of his frenulum, his lips still tangled around Kyle's tongue. Kyle's arms pressed Stan closer to his own body, hands exploring the small of Stan's back. Their eyes met in a heated second locking in cupidity, both boys panting in excitement, their hair messed from sleep, their bodies sharing heat. Kyle let his head lean into Stan's divine chest, feeling the intense touch. Stan's eyes were brazen, his mouth curved into a devious, proud leer. He bit at Kyle's lips, pressing harder, letting his hand rub, taking in his boyfriend's delirium.

Kyle's back arched and he let out a throaty moan, feeling himself start to come already. Stan knew his weak spot. He closed his eyes and sunk back into his pillow as waves of pleasure began to wash over him. Seconds before he reached his peak, Stan stopped, suddenly distracted. Kyle groaned in agony, looking at Stan with pleading, desperate eyes. Stan ignored him, cocking his head to one side. His face suddenly paled.

"Shit!" he gasped, scrambling off of Kyle and falling onto the unused sleeping bag on the floor. Sheila Broflovski had found out about her son and Stan's relationship in a rather unpleasant way, although she refused to address it. She just went around and acted as if the incident had never occurred. So, of course she would be expecting Stan to be sleeping on the floor, not in her son's bed, and especially not jerking her son off. Stan was surprised that Sheila even let him in her house after their falling out, and he didn't want to test her patience.

He slid into the sleeping bag, trying to look like he had been there all night, after wiping Kyle's pre-cum under the pillow.

Kyle could hear his mother's aggressive footfalls coming towards his door now, and he tried to catch his breath, unable to stop panting. He shifted the sheets over his head and prayed she wouldn't notice that the grey sweat pants Stan had been sleeping in, were on the floor.

The two boys held their breath, waiting for the door to bang open, but it didn't. Instead, they heard Sheila's footsteps veer in to Ike's room next door.

After a few moments of waiting, just to be safe, Stan crawled back up into Kyle's bed. He kissed Kyle's cheek, sorry that the moment of passion had passed. Kyle grinned back at him, gently caressing his sinewy chest. Stan put a strong arm around Kyle's own athletic body, cuddling up next to him. Kyle embraced him, kissing him quickly.

"Later." He promised, sighing into Stan's presence.

Outside, the mountains sighed too, a breeze sifting through the pines, blowing snow into powdery tornados.

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Kyle's eyes drifted open, focusing on the glaring mountains outside his bedroom window. There was no way that they could pass up a day like today. The snow was fresh, the day was (fairly) young, and their boards were waxed. Knowing Kenny, he'd most likely skipped hockey practice too to hit the slopes. He smiled. His mom had obviously forgotten that they even had practice today. Otherwise she'd be banging on the door, yelling at them to wake up. Or maybe she'd just open the door and use physical force.

The digital clock on his bedside table read 9:37 am. It felt so good to sleep in. Kyle glanced at Stan, who was still fast asleep, his hair messy, snoring softly. One arm was gently resting on Kyle's chest. His mouth was slightly ajar, and Kyle could feel Stan's warm breath tickle his neck.

At this moment, everything felt perfect. They were the gods of Park County High, Stan, Kenny, Wendy, Bebe and himself made up the school's most elite and notorious group. They didn't mean to be the royalty of the student body, it just sort of happened. Stan was, and always had been, the ringmaster. All the girls, and quite possibly many of the guys, would stare at him like hungry dogs. He was, in everyone's eyes, the epitome of perfection.

People would whisper their names in the hallways, and for fleeting moments, crowds would form around those who knew the most.

But there were some people who worked even harder than the others to dig up dirt on these kids. People like Eric Cartman. Cartman had been dropped from the group due to his spiteful personality, and now he was pissed. But who cared about Cartman? Not even he could ruin their unintentional empire.

They were Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski, two of the most spoken names in the county.

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Kyle quietly pulled a Vail shirt over his head, careful as not to wake Stan. He slid a hat over his rough hair, strapping his Quiksilver snow goggles over it. He snatched his cell, flipping it open and hitting his 2nd speed dial. Kenny picked up on the 3rd ring, breathless.

"Yeah?"

"Kenny, dude, you already out on the slopes?"

"Yeah, I'm at Devil's Pass. You coming out?"

"When I can wake Stan up." Kyle laughed. "How about we meet at the foot of Huntsman, by that old cabin on the north face?"

"Sure. I can make it there in about 20 minutes, sound okay?"

"Yup. We'll see ya there."

Kyle hung up, tossing the phone on his dresser. He grabbed his Flow Diskord board, poking his sleeping boyfriend with it. "Get up man, we're meeting Kenny."

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Stan groaned as he pulled on his clothes and boarding gear. "Shit dude. How early did Kenny wake up?"

Kyle shrugged. "Knowing him, probably not too long ago. He's out at Devil's Pass so it'll take him awhile to get to Huntsman."

"Good." Stan rolled his eyes. "I'm fucking hungry."

"Should I call to see if anyone else wants to go up with us?" Kyle yawned, reaching for his phone again.

"Yeah, fine." Stan called over his shoulder, heading for the door, his Lamar board already tucked under his arm. "Just wait 'till we've eaten something."

Kyle followed him out of the room, already punching in Clyde Donovan's number.

Stan rolled his eyes again. "Call Craig while you're at it. And Clyde. Maybe Token too."

"I am calling Clyde." Kyle grunted, listening to his phone.

They plodded down the stairs, thankful that they were the best players on the hockey team. It's not like they really need to practice, right?

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Stan's head nodded to the beat of Sugarcult's "Do it Alone", fingers drumming on the steering wheel. The SUV sailed around each icy bend of the mountain overpass with precision. The music blared loudly, competing with the boy's ruckus. Clyde was slouched in the passenger seat next to him, Kyle and some of the other guys messing around in the back. Clyde rolled down the window and lit a cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke into the wind.

His warm, honey eyes glanced at Stan. "Think you could hook me up with Bebe?"

Stan shrugged. "Bet so. She's not too hard to charm."

Clyde nodded, taking another drag. "Wendy still with Kenny?"

Stan nodded his head, steering into a sharp turn around a rocky outcrop. "Yeah."

"Lucky bastard." Clyde mumbled. He exhaled out the window. "Doesn't that bother you, man?"

"Nah. They're my friends, I'm not going to give them any shit."

Clyde nodded again. "Pretty noble of you."

Stan chuckled, brushing some ebony hair back under his hat. "Guess so." He turned the volume up as a +44 song came on.

There was a burst of laughter from the back, and a balled up tissue was thrown into the front seat. Stan frowned at it and tossed it to Clyde.

"What the hell is this?" Clyde snapped, turning to face the other guys.

Craig was laughing so hard, he was practically in tears. "I-it's full...of...Ja-Jas-Jason's cu-...cum." He managed to get out before dissolving into hysterics again.

"Fuck!" Clyde barked, tossing the offending tissue out the window. Stan, slammed on the breaks, causing the SUV to skid a little. He turned around to face Jason. "Go pick it up. It's your stuff, you get it." He laughed, as Kyle, who was next to Jason, shoved the boy out the door. Stan hit the accelerator, taking off, leaving Jason in the middle of the road.

"FUCK YOU, ASSHOLES!" They heard him scream. Everyone erupted in laughter again.

"Think he'll get to the top before we're done for the day?" Token asked.

"Yeah, it's not that far now." Stan smiled, eager to get on the mountain.

Kenny was already there when they pulled up. Everyone piled out of the SUV, greeting him and pulling their boards out of the back.

Stan sauntered over to Kenny, thumping him on the back.

"Wanna go around to the East face?" Kenny asked, fiddling with his bindings. Stan was going to agree, but he was distracted by Kyle, who was shoving Craig into the snow, white speckling his messy hair.

"Nah. Let's head over to Devil's Gate." A grinned speared his face. Devil's Gate was full of rocky overpasses and crevices, a perfect place for him and Kyle to sneak off and take care of some unfinished business.

Kenny nodded. "Sounds good. Haven't been out there in awhile. Do you think everyone's up to such a hard slope?"

"Yeah. I think they can handle it. We better go back and get Jason though. He's taking too long."

"You left Jason somewhere?"

"Yeah. He was jacking it in my car or something."

On the way back to his SUV, twirling the keys in one hand, Stan caught Kyle's eye. "Devil's Gate." He winked, grinning like a criminal.

Kyle winked his yellow eye, grinning back.

Damn, he could hardly wait to rip off Kyle's coat and go down on him.

Stan licked his lips, slamming the car door and revving the engine, flicking Clyde's cigarette butt out the window in the brown haired boy's general direction.

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Sweetfur (The second part will be added soon!)