Awry

By: Ritsuka Yuki

Author's Notes: Hiya! Er, this is my first South Park fanfiction. Yeah, I blame my friend Tweek for getting me back into a mad obsession with this show. I mean, I liked it before yeah, but she's got me fangirling over it now. What the hell? Anyways, hope you like it. Characters might be OOC slightly, but hey- it's hard haha.


Disclaimer: I do not own South Park- it is reserved to Trey Parker, and Matt Stone. I am getting no profit from this story.


Chapter 1: Tease

High school- supposedly the best four years of a teen's life. It's the time when teens found their identity, found what teens wanted to be after they graduated and went off to college, it was a time where teens found their true loves and have their share of drama- fun times. High school also can suck major balls, especially when said teens are sitting in a boring class. Yeah, it blows. It was the same in all of the big cities and the same thing goes for the small cities, like South Park.

It was right after study hall class. Kyle, now seventeen and grown-up, was walking down the hallway and clutching an algebra II book at his side. He was frowning. A group of friends walked by and waved- it was Clyde and his gang that still consisted of Craig, Tweek, and Token. They've all grown up too. Stan, Cartman, and Kenny was nowhere in sight yet, but Kyle would see Stan and Cartman in algebra II class soon since they all had that class the same block with the same teacher. Kyle sighed and walked into the class, noticing that Clyde and his gang had already sat down, Wendy was talking to Gregory and Christoph, and some random kids were loudly laughing. The red-head took a seat in the front row and watched the door for Stan and Cartman.

"Hey Jew."

"Hmph."

Cartman walked into class, smugly smiling and taking a seat next to Kyle. He slammed his book down on the desk making it clap loudly. It shut everyone up for a few seconds. Kyle glanced over. Cartman was still the same as her was in elementary school, only taller and older. He was still heavy and mean, racist, and full of himself. No one really cared though since they all figured out by now that it's just his way of gaining attention. "Where's Stan?"

"How the fuck should I know where that fag is?" Cartman replied, lifting his feet and setting them on top of the desk. Kyle scowled. "He's not a fag, fatass." Kyle retorted, his statement being half wrong. Stan recently told everyone he was bisexual... with a heavy male lean. He claimed that he was pretty much through with women and dealing with their drama. When everyone asked him why he wasn't actually gay, Stan said that he was still willing to give women a try, though it would take effort for him to date a girl. In everyone's eyes, he was gay. Cartman got the biggest kick out of it since he finally got a reason to think of a quote-unquote "nickname" for him, which happened to be "fag". Stan was pissed about it of course but paid no attention to it. Kyle was fine with it though since it was good news for him. Since around freshman year (they all were juniors now), Kyle was finding himself attracted to Stan. Sophomore year, Kyle asked Stan out and to much of his surprise, Stan agreed even though the two have been best friends for years. They promised each other that if it didn't work out, then they'd still be cool with each other. "He is too a fag! He's dating you, making you a Jewish fag!" Cartman pointed and laughed, making Kyle blush and bury his head in his arms.

"Hey, shut up fatass." Stan said, setting his books on the empty desk behind Kyle and frowning. "You hang out with us, so that would stereotypically make you a fag too."

"Hey, I'm not a fag! I love me some titties!" Cartman replied, kicking back some more. Kyle looked up from his arms and smiled. "Long time no see."

"Right." Stan looked around and quickly bent down and pecked Kyle's lips before taking his seat behind him. Kyle grunted and hid his face again as the bell for class to start rang. Class hadn't even started and Stan was already teasing him. They both heard Cartman gag and both proceeded to give him the finger. Cartman scoffed and did the same thing. Mr. Harrison, their algebra II teacher, walked into the room frowning as usual. "Alright, everyone settle down and shut up- we have lots of stuff to cover today since we're taking a test in three days." The class groaned with the exception of Wendy, who cheered. This class was going to be really boring. Around ten minutes into class, Kyle looked up from taking notes to see that Stan had threw him a note. He smiled and unfolded it.

So, what's up sexy? -Stan

Kyle blushed and scribbled down a reply. His handwriting was so girly- he hated it.

Nothing much. You? -Kyle

Folding the paper back, he passed his back, eying the teacher carefully. He felt Stan's hand brush his as he grabbed the paper only making him grunt again. The slightest touch was enough to make him make small noises. Kyle could swear he had sexual frustration. A few seconds later, Stan passed back the paper and Kyle read it.

Bored. Fucking class is sucks. What are you doing after school? -Stan

Nothing as far as I know besides homework. Ike's got a science project that I have to help with. Why? -Kyle

He passed the paper back, vaguely hearing the teacher talking about how to plot lines in slope-intercept form. Graphing was hard for Kyle so he tried to pay attention, but with Stan passing notes, it was hard. He got it back and blushed heavily when he read the response was.

Wanna have a make-out session at my house? I haven't kissed you in like a week... -Stan

What are you talking about? You kissed me a few minutes ago... -Kyle

The red-head threw it back, sighing and shivering visibly. Stan knew how to tease him with words, a little too well he might add. He heard Stan sigh and the scribble of a pencil. It was a moment before he got it back.

That was a peck! I'm talking about a full-on passionate one, you know- the ones that make you dizzy? I know how they get you all hot and bothered hehe. -Stan

Kyle froze up and swallowed. He was starting to feel that way then which wasn't good since he was wearing his tight, dark green skinny jeans. They were his favorite pair since Stan always was a little more flirtatious with him since he claimed they showed off every bit of Kyle's lower half that drove poor Stan up the wall.

Would you stop? It's starting to hurt. -Kyle

He tossed the note behind him before the teacher called out his name. "Kyle!"

"Yes sir?" His head snapped forward.

"Would you tell me what I would have to do to plot this slope-intercept equation?" Mr. Harrison said.

"U-Umm... 3y=6X+9... Well I think that you would have to, um, take the 3y and divide the 3 from everything. That would make it y=2x+3, right?"

Mr. Harrison was quiet before nodding. "Good. Pay attention."

Kyle sighed. He hated doing that. Poor guy was lucky it was an easy problem or else he would have made himself look like an idiot. Stan and Cartman were laughing silently, making Kyle furrow his eyebrows. What the hell was so funny? Whatever. Kyle shrugged and waited for the note to be passed back. It was there a few seconds later.

You're getting worked up just 'cuz of some words? Damn dude, you've got some stuff to take care of.- Stan

What the hell does that mean? -Kyle

He passed it back and got an answer moments later. Cartman was watching from the corner of his eye, debating on whether to tell on us or what. Mr. Harrison had the habit of reading notes aloud, no matter what the subject was. He didn't censor any of it so when he got a hold of notes, we heard him cuss a lot. Having him read Kyle's and Stan's note would be perfect revenge. He waited for the end of class to do that though so that it would be full of all sorts of embarrassing things. This was going to be sweet.

Have you not toyed with yourself in a while? Then again, you read those smutty fanfictions all the time and call me up complaining about how hard they made you. I shouldn't be surprised. -Stan

"The hell?" Kyle asked himself, blushing red and scribbling down something.

You know I don't masturbate. It's weird. I don't know about you but I can't do it without thinking of weird stuff so I don't. -Kyle

Stan laughed out loud. Some heads were turned, including the teacher's. "Stan, you mid telling me what is so funny?"

Stan looked up. "...Your fly's down, Mr. Harrison." He said. The teacher looked down and gasped. How in the hell did Stan know that? He just made something up. Mr. Harrison coughed and turned around to fix his pants. "W-Well thank you for telling me..."

"Of course." He replied half-absent as he wrote back to Kyle who started to panic a little. Stan tossed it back.

What about a couple of weeks ago while you were talking to me on the phone? I remember how you were moaning really quiet so that I wouldn't be able to hear you. You were doing good until you screamed my name as you came. I'm not letting you live that down. -Stan

Kyle flushed and shifted his feet nervously. He had not wanted to remember that embarrassing memory. He remembered how hard it was to explain to his mom why he yelled like that in the middle of the night. He said that it was because Stan was making fun of him from telling embarrassing childhood stories. She believed him.

…......Don't remind me. I didn't mean for that to happen anyway. It was your fault for talking dirty... -Kyle

He quickly threw it behind his back and heard it land on Stan's desk. He wiggled from side to side, feeling antsy.

"GAH! TOO MUCH PRESSURE!" Tweek's sudden voice cried out. Kyle looked up to see that the poor twitchy blond was doing an example on the board. He was never good at doing that, but it seemed that Mr. Harrison got some kind of sick satisfaction from seeing him freak out. The entire class besides Tweek himself knew that. Craig growled and flipped the teacher off, standing from his desk and walking up to the blond. He quickly scribbled the answer down and added "fuck you Mr. Harrison" on the board. Tweek hiccuped and twitched but smiled. When the teacher read the board, he paused and pointed to the door. Craig knew the drill. "Office, I know." He said, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking out of the class. Tweek followed after grabbing his coffee mug. He didn't want to be in that class without Craig. It was too much pressure for him.

The class laughed. It was never really a dull moment with Craig and Tweek around. Looking down at his desk, Kyle noticed the note was there. Swallowing hard, he unfolded it and read what the teasing man behind him had to say.

You like it when I talk dirty. Even if I just say "I want to fuck you." you get hard. I see you squirming. -Stan

You're a fucking bastard. You're getting me frustrated. Stop. -Kyle

He groaned and passed the paper back to Stan. He wasted no time in replying.

No. -Stan

Kyle was about to write before he felt a finger begin tracing around his back. He gasped for breath and sat up straight for a second. A ripple wave shot through his body, making the red-head shiver. Now Stan was touching him? It was a bad idea for Kyle to be sitting in front of him since Stan loved to tickle him. The slightest touches would make Kyle writhe, making Stan smirk. The black-haired male hummed softly and traced circles on Kyle's back, ranging from the exposed skin of his neck to his lower back. He noted that the red-head was hissing and squirming. Stan could feel his pants tighten and it made him wince. Kyle was so cute, so fun to tease, so... so fuckable. It was hard for him not to ravish the boy in the middle of the classroom, but neither him or Kyle was that kind of exhibitionist.

Kyle was mewling softly, noting that he had to keep his voice as low as possible. He looked over at Cartman, who had fallen asleep lucky for him, otherwise, he'd probably be doing or saying something bad or offending. Kyle shook his head and tried to focus on writing a response, but Stan's finger was too distracting.

You.... You... goddammit Stan, you better fuck me when we get to your house! -Kyle

He turned and tossed the note at Stan's face, scowling with blood red cheeks. Stan only slightly closed his eyes and smirked.

Oh, all of a sudden you want me to fuck you, hm? No. -Stan

Kyle got the note back and yelped. No one noticed.

N-No?! What do you mean no?! Fuck you dude, that's not funny! You got me all excited for nothing? You suck! -Kyle

He tossed the note down by Stan's foot, his finger still making him squirm like a worm in his chair. Kyle was feeling a little dizzy which was only slightly odd. He shouldn't be feeling like that. Stan wasn't going to stop though. Glancing at the clock, it read one o'clock. Wow- most of the class was over and there was thirteen minutes left. Great, thirteen minutes of teasing. Kyle wasn't upset about it. In fact, he loved being teased even though it didn't seem like it at times. Stan was happy to oblige to that, tracing his finger down to the red-head's lower back, lifting his shirt a bit to trace along his back. They were both lucky that Cartman was still pretty big- he was blocking the view of the teacher and most of the students. If anyone saw though, they probably wouldn't care.

Kyle gripped the sides of his desk and shook his head giving a low growl. Stan was getting it once he got him alone. Stan knew that too which was a reason he was teasing him in the first place- he loved it when Kyle tried to be the one on top. Stan passed the note back.

Now you're throwing a fit because I won't fuck you? You really need to handle your own issues dude... but, I guess I can figure something out. You just can't wait for me to be inside you, huh? -Stan

From the way he was writing, Kyle knew that Stan was smirking. How Stan learned to talk like that was beyond Kyle. He assumed that he learned it from Kenny since he was the perv of the group, but there were probably stuff that he's looked up on the internet or saw on TV. Kyle snorted.

If I say yes? -Kyle

About ten seconds passed.

Then I'll fuck you as soon as we get home. My mom and dad are gone with Shelly in Denver for the weekend. -Stan

Kyle beamed and scribbled down a reply, crossing his leg to try and hide his obvious arousal.

Oh fuck yes then! Jesus Christ... -Kyle

Stan got the note back right as the bell rang. "Don't forget your homework assignment. It's due Monday before the test!" Mr. Harrison called as the kids crowed the door to get out. Stan and Kyle both looked at Cartman, still asleep and shrugged. "Let's leave him." Kyle said.

"Yeah." Stan nodded, glancing down at Kyle's crotch. He smirked. "Damn dude..."

Kyle looked down and squeaked, turning away. "S-Shut up!"

Smiling, Stan brushed past Kyle, running his fingertips across his fly, making the red-head jump. "My house, after school. Love ya."

"Stan!"

The black-haired male was already out the door and out of earshot by the time Kyle called out his name. Cursing, the red-head pulled his backpack onto his back and trudged out the door. He never looked forwards to the end of the school day as much as he was this one. This weekend was going to be fun.


Ending Notes: Arg, this is horrible. That's what I get for starting this at two in the morning. Seriously. Haha! Um, reviews are much loved. I may write another chapter if I get some positive feedback. If not, then I'll work on this a little more and repost it later. Oh, and sorry if there are any mistakes. I looked it over, but not very close- I'll do that when I'm not so tired and in need of sleep. Thanks!