"No way, dude. You totally did not do that." Kyle chuckle tautly, lying back against a wall. It was raining outside from their clubhouse, luckily Stan had hammer a rubber threshold outside for emergency. Since it was raining, Stan and Kyle stayed in their private clubhouse.
Stan slurps on a cherry Popsicle stick. "Yes I did. I swear." He said, licking on his sticky flavor upper lip, smiling at Kyle with a flirtatious look. Kyle gulps tensely, pushing himself against the wall steadily.
Stan smirks, smacking his sweet cold lips teasingly as he placed his Popsicle stick on a wrapper. Kyle feels his heart beating faster from feeling Stan's warmth touch on his arm.
"I-I-I think I need to call my mom make sure she's okay." Kyle said in a tremble tone. His best friend was making him blush and queasy every time they get really close.
Stan frowns, moving back from aside. "Oh dude, come on. Your mom is at the hospital and you and Ike has to stay here remember?"
He shakes his head, standing up. "No, I'll need to—"
He froze, looking down on clutching hands on his arms. His emerald locks into Stan's blue ones taciturnly. Stan pulls his scrawny arms onward, leaning forward at Kyle and smashes his lips in the other boy mouth. A muffled moan escape from Kyle as he begin struggling from Stan's tight grip, however he melted into the kiss and hold Stan's waist tightly. Thunderstorm roars clamorous as the two teenage boys continues making out.
Make a sequel of this, with mature content?