Announcement (lets make this short): So this was in my head and now it's on the internet. First lemon smut thing. Nothing but smut… please review. If I get enough maybe I'll continue? I dunno… if it's terrible let me know and I won't write another one!

The red haired boy had him pinned against kitchen counter. His raven locks clung to his forehead, dripping with sweat, while his hat and shirt were tossed in some forgotten corner of the room. The half naked Jew stood triumphantly behind him. Stan frankly loved when Kyle got like this. His devilish smile on his face matched the blinding lust in his eyes. One hand held Stan's wrists behind his lower back, while the other was tangled in his wet hair.

The black speckled plastic chilled in contrast to the shorter boy's stinging chest. Stan paid special attention to Kyle's heavy pants. This was the silent before the storm. Although it was mostly Kyle taking it up the ass, Stan loved to feel the taller, scrawnier boy inside him, just less often of course. He never wanted Kyle to see that part of him though, the weaker side that begged with need. He would have to at least try to put up a fight, otherwise it's no fun. The scratches and hickeys can prove it. It was never an actual argument though. To them, sex just came as natural as Stan's cocky-yet soft texture and Kyle's know-it-all attitude.

Stan flinched when he heard the sound of metal hitting the tiled floor and gagged slightly when three fingers were shoved into his mouth. "Suck it Marsh," the boy behind him barked. "Or I swear to God, I'll ride you bear back." His erection grew even more painful with need as he tried to move his tongue over the slender fingers. A trail of saliva escaped Stan's mouth with few low-pitched moans. He could bear it no longer and bit down in need. Kyle responded with digging his nails into Stan's lower back. In one swift motion he swiped the muscular boy's boxers down and violated his entrance with a finger.

Stan winced as it moved in and out of him, stretching his inner walls soon to be penetrated more. Kyle leaned in closer to his lover, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he whispered. Stan moaned as Kyle's damp curls brushed against the back of his head and he stuck in another finger. He felt Kyle's bulge press up against him through that damned fabric. Stan pushed back against the other boy in wanting and another finger was inserted. Kyle wasn't a fan of waiting, though Stan wasn't either at this point.

Kyle's tongue traced far down Stan's spinal chord before he stood again. The stronger boy shivered and Kyle felt him clench around his fingers. Kyle tried to keep rhythm and stretch the other boy as far as possible as he took off the last piece of clothing separating them.

Stan groaned as Kyle shoved in all six and a half inches of his Jewish manhood. Stan's face turned about as red as Kyle's hair. He reached his arms across the counter to let his fingers cling onto the edge. His toes pointed, hovering a few inches above the ground. It stung, but in a way that he only wanted more. The friction between the two burned. Stan's breathe hitched and Kyle moaned as the shorter boy clenched around him.

Kyle really tried to start out slow. Stan slid back touching the cold floor moving with the taller boy. His face and chest slid across the table with each trust. His sensitive nipples stayed erect while touching the cold plastic. The sensation was quickly fading as the room grew hotter.

Kyle placed is soft hands on either side of Stan waist, slightly pushing and pulling him with his movement. The top boy reached down to take hand of Stan's neglected member, pumping in time with his trusts. When it came to stuff like this, Jews had all the rhythm they needed. In reward, he received another throated groan from the raven-hair boy. All self control was lost. All Kyle was focused on was pounding Stan into the counter. All Stan was focused on was being pounded into the counter.

When Kyle was in control, it was almost always this way; passionate, desperate, and powerful. Stan wasn't able to think about anything but the blissful pain Kyle created behind him. Moans escaped his mouth. Soon, Kyle felt pre-cum sticking too his hand. He knew Stan was close. His body violently shook and burned heat. His body slammed harder and harder against Kyle with each trust and his moans became more and more throated. Kyle leaned over Stan again, using his elbows for support on the counter.

"Ah~ KYLE!" shouted the raven as his prostate was exposed to the pressure. Again he grabbed onto the edge of the counter and hovered above the ground. Kyle shifted again and pounded harder, repeatedly hitting that one spot. "Ky- nng~ Kyle… I'm Ahh!" white seed shot out onto the wooden cupboard and Kyle's palm. "Oh god Kyle!" The feeling of Stan contracting around him brought him closer. Kyle's shoulders burned as his stood back straight up. Together, they were filled with the burning desire and fire from their own hormones. Kyle's screaming of his lover's name joined with Stan's moaning from post-orgasm as he released in a climax.

They stayed there a minute, breathing heavily. Kyle watched as the microwave clock turned from 7:30 to 7:31 to 7:32. The sun was finally beginning to set on the small mountain town. Kyle pulled out of Stan and sank to the ground. The other boy joined him, leaning on his shoulder. Kyle was able the feel Stan's heartbeat pounding through his forehead.

"Happy spring break," he finally mumbled. Stan let out an exhausted chuckle before they snapped to the reality of the cold from the mountain town. Even in April, it rarely got above 55 degrees.

"I think I need a shower," Kyle said simply

"Why don't I join you?" Stan replied with a smirk.