Mastery
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine. I still have mixed feelings about the story.
Summary: Result of inexplicable boredom combined with dread regarding my upcoming Spanish final that I don't want to study for. Style oneshot.
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"Me prefiero los hombres a las mujeres."
"¿Qué?"
"Kyle, yo sé que me deseás. Me digo que yo te deseyo también."
"¿Cuándo enseñas el español, Stan?"
"Does it matter?"
"Well, no, but…"
"Callate y bésame, amante."
"¿Bésate¿Stan?"
"Kyle…bésame. Yo te amo. Te quiero. Bésame."
Unable to resist any further, Kyle looked up from studying his Spanish notes into the goofy yet lust-filled eyes of a sombrero-wearing Stan. He had to try very hard not to crack up completely at the sight, to ignore it, to lean in…
Their lips met. Stan tasted like…tacos. The other boy murmured something into Kyle's mouth as they made out.
"What was that?" Kyle asked, panting and pausing.
"Los besos del sabor de los tacos por mi Kyle," Stan said, morphing into Cartman…Morphing…into…CARTMAN!!!
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Kyle screamed, sitting up quite suddenly in bed. His head hurt like none other…
"What the FUCK, dude!?!" exclaimed a voice from beside him.
"Stan!?!"
"Dude, what?"
"Cartman's not here, is he?"
"Cartman? What the hell are you talking about dude? We haven't seen that fatass for seven years."
"It's just…I just…dream…you talking in Spanish…you wearing sombrero, telling me to kiss you…tasted like tacos…and 'Taco Flavored Kisses for my Kyle!' And then…you turned into Cartman and I didn't wanna kiss Cartman so…" Kyle was on the verge of either a panic attack or hyperventilation, so Stan did the only thing he could do in such a situation. He clamped his mouth over that of the Jew and gave his boyfriend a brain-searing kiss.
"Doesn't taste like tacos…" Kyle murmured moments later, trying to regain either his senses or his bearings…or both.
"Dude…Kyle…if you're going to react like this, we might have to have you do tequila shots with Kenny more often."
"Tequila…shots? With…Kenny? Ooooooooooooy…" the Jew groaned, passing out and falling back into the bed. Snickering, Stan glanced at the slightly-twitching prone form of his boyfriend before returning to sleep himself.
He owed Kenny another bottle of Tequila.
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Author's Notes: Nope. I hate it. The Spanish bit was actually kind of fun, though…even though the tenses and shit are prolly all wrong.
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