Stans POV –

I'd never uttered a single word to him yet he was all I focused on. When I ate, slept, watched TV, tried to do homework and in the shower; oh fuck how I thought of him in the shower. I guess you could say anything and everything I endeavoured to do, my mind was plagued. The question was why? Why was I so smitten by a guy I'd never spoken too? I didn't know much about him. Was it all to do with appearance? No, it couldn't be. I wasn't that shallow, I'd secretly been involved with many guys who weren't any sort of handsome. Looks didn't concern me in the least. There had to be something more….. a vibe perhaps. Did I sense something amazing in the boy who penetrated my every thought? Could I tell by simply looking at him, silently admiring him from afar, that we were fuelled with passion of the same quirks I indulged in? It couldn't be, it just fucking couldn't be. If I found out he was a pervert, I swear to the heavens and the deepest darkest pits of hell I'd show him a great time. I'd fuck him so hard; he'd lose all feelings from his ass down.

"Now class….. I want you to break up into groups of two for this next assignment." Mr Simmons instructed.

My eyes flurried around the room. Kyle and Kenny immediately teams up, fucking assholes. Since the first year of secondary school those two had been a little too close if you catch my drift. I turned to Cartman, my old frenemy but that assholes had become a ladies man after losing his baby fat. I searched around scared, concerned in desperate need of a partner. I took a step forward running into my crush, or bodies smashing together as neither of us budged. He smiled widely staring at me. Oh, fuck my ass with a spiked dildo.

Kevins POV –

I watched from across the room as the boy I'd known from elementary school scurried about nervously looking for a partner. I couldn't help but snigger to myself as I watched the train wreck which was Stan Marsh fret. He was uber cute when he lost his cool; he'd always had that issue. I stood up and strolled across the lab, finally deciding to put him out of his misery when he rapidly turned and slammed into me. No one was moved, equally strong; I'd say so, although Stan was better built than me. I guess that's what you get when you finish elementary school and your parents ship you to China for five years to draw manga and design comics.

I'd only recently returned to South Park. Still normal old Kevin Stoley, yet it seemed out of sight; out of mind. Not many people remembered me and to be honest, I didn't really remember many of them. Although Stan had always intrigued me while we were growing up. He was wise, stubborn and good looking. I couldn't help but imagine how he'd be in bed; would he be controlling, gentle…. A crier, doubtful. I floated back to reality as I gazed into Stans azure gaze

"Hey, do you have a partner?" I questioned. Stan folded his arms and shook his head.

"No but I'm a solitary creature, I prefer to work alone." Stan grumbled. I laughed.

"All those years observing you in elementary school Stan and now you want to claim to be a lone wolf….. as I recall you were never far from Kenny, Kyle and Eric. So don't bullshit me, I see everything." I explained. Stan nodded.

"Fine…" He snapped walking back to his desk slumping down on the seat.

I took the seat next to Stan and we listening attentively as Mr Simmons explained the assignment. My mind slowly beginning to slip from the task at hand as I projected my attention toward what Stan was doing.

Oh fuck….. our knees touched under the desk.

His deodorant is subtle and musky, it really suits him.

He just licked his lips, he wants you.

The bell sounded snapping me from my trance. I looked to Stan and sheepishly grinned, hoping my cheeks weren't flushed due to my perverted imaginings. I nodded.

"Well, I guess I'll pop over to your place later this afternoon so we can trade notes and set out a plan of action." I announced standing up from my seat. Stan blushed and smirked.

"That sounds like a great idea…. Do you need my phone number or address?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Depends, are you still in the same house you were when we were kids?" I inquired.

"Mmmmmhmmmm." He replied.

I grinned so widely, I thought my cheeks had split. "Well, in that case I know where you are and when I get time I'll come around."

"What do you mean when you get time?" Stan questioned. I waved my hands in front of me as if to signal things were difficult to explain.

"I kind of have a video chat this afternoon; I can't make a deadline for the next issue, so I'm requesting a brief extension." I informed him; Stan cocked his head toward me. He had no clue what I was saying.

"I've been in China for five years working on a Star Wars inspired Hentai piece, its hit pretty big and in high demand. I write and draw for it and they're expecting a new issue by Monday morning, yet with school and living back with mom and dad, I've got too much on my plate right now to finalise, scan it all into my laptop and e-mail it back to them. So you know work, gotta beg and plead for extra hours. It's shit, but it's my passion." I stated. Stan nodded.

"Um… alright then. You haven't been here for five years?" He asked.

My face scrunched up and my eyes darted from side to side. "Yeah…. No one noticed I left and they never noticed me return, yeti don't mind dwelling in the shadows or peer life. Friends never interested me and I get more shit done if left alone."

Stan laughed.

"Fair enough Kevin, I'll see you later. I got to go home and baby sit my nephew." Stan announced before running out. I nodded as I also exited the classroom although lacking the gusto and speed Stan had, undoubtedly concerned his bitch of a sister I'd heard so much about as a child would beat his ass.

I made it home and grabbed something to eat. I sat in front of my computer and skyped my boss in China who although not quite as understanding as I'd hoped, allowed me a two day extension.

The time seemed to soar; I glanced toward my watch and groaned. It was almost seven at night, the sun had fallen into its lazy slumber and I still had to visit Stan.

I walked briskly through the warm Spring night. The smell of blossoming flowers and fresh cut grass radiating through the air. I took it all in, enjoying being back in the town I'd called home throughout my childhood.

I came to Stans house and glanced up through the ajar window, Stan was standing before it. I smiled as I gawked. Stan was seductively dancing; hips writhing, his arms gracefully keeping in time with the beat of his song. Damn, he sparked a passion within me. I stood silent, hoping to drown out the noise of my surrounds so I could hear what Stan was singing. The noise from the street died down and I could make out his words.

"Oh Kevin, you're so fine. You're so fine, please suck my cock. Hey Kevin."

I pursed my lips listening to the remained of his vulgar lyrics regard his cock, my ass, semen and a duck from Starks Pond. Stan was definitely imaginative, perhaps I did have a use for all those items he named in his song, all except for the duck.