Prompt: High school Stan and Kyle leave class to make out in a broom closet.
Rating: R
Stan clenched his jaw in an attempt to hide his yawn. It was last period and the day just seemed to be dragging. He was settled in his seat at the back of the room, head resting on his folded arms. 'So...bored.' He groaned mentally, forcing his eyes to remain open. Just when he was about to slide into the land of the dreamers, his ass began to vibrate. Nearly jumping out of his chair he realized that no, his ass was not vibrating. It was his cell phone.
Glancing at the teacher to make sure the coast was clear, Stan pulled his cell phone out. He set his history textbook up, then hunched over to read his text.
'Hey sexy ;) Snuck away from law class. What are you doing? - KB'
Stan grinned wickedly and hit reply. 'Nothing much babe. Bored. -SM'
Less than a minute after sending his text, his cell phone buzzed again. Stan shook his head and grinned. 'Second floor boys bathroom. Meet me there in five - KB'
"Sir?" Stan called, raising a hand. His teacher rolled his eyes, giving him an annoyed look.
"Yes Stan?"
"May I please be excused? I don't feel very well."
The teacher eyed him for a second...it was true. Stan didn't look well. His cheeks were red. Maybe he had a fever? "Fine Marsh. Just make sure to do your homework for the night, okay? And sign out at the main office."
"Yes sir." Stan hurriedly shoved his textbook into his bag before making a beeline to the door. Once in the hall he ran to the second floor. A few doors before the bathroom his arm was grabbed and he was jerked rather roughly into a - a broom closet? "What the hell?" He blurted as his world was plunged into darkness.
"Shh." A voice whispered in his ear, as a body nuzzled up against his back. "Quiet Stan."
"Kyle? This isn't the boys bathroom." Stan grinned widely, holding in a snicker.
"I know. Fatass was in the bathroom. He skipped out on math I guess." Kyle responded distractedly, hands sliding down Stan's sides. He nuzzled into his boyfriends neck, nibbling at the flesh softly.
Stan sighed happily, turning in Kyle's arms and pinning the smaller boy to the wall. "Mm. Where the hells the light switch..."
"Leave it off." Kyle whispered back, pulling Stan down for a kiss. They moaned softly as hands slid under shirts and into hair.
Stan smiled into the kiss, glad he hadn't fallen asleep in class after all. One hand dragged down Kyle's side, hitching his leg up and around Stan's waist. They both hissed as their cocks ground together. It was good, despite the clothes separating them.
"No time for sex Stan" Kyle panted between kisses, nails digging into his boyfriends scalp almost painfully.
"Mm. I know. I know." Stan grabbed Kyle's other leg, pushing the other boy higher up the wall. He easily held up his lovers smaller frame as they rocked together.
Kyle's teeth sank into Stan's ear lobe as he tried to undo their pants. Finally he got them both out. The scent of cleaning chemicals was taken over by the scent of sex and musk as Kyle tried to wrap his hand around both their cocks. It didn't go around fully but that was fine. His mouth was taken over by his boyfriend again, as his arm jerked awkwardly between them.
Not thinking, their sounds of their moans gradually got louder. It was only a few minutes before the two of them made a mess on Stan's shirt. Stan laughed breathlessly, stumbling back. Both of Kyle's legs were around his waist, holding the other boy up still. Stan fell against the door, legs weak and let out a startled yelp when the door opened behind him.
Stan and Kyle tumbled to the ground, staring up into the amused face of Eric Cartman. There was a flash and then Kyle looked at Stan. "Fuck."
~ End
It kinda whomps but meh...Writing SP fanfiction is hard, I find.