"Stan?" The redhead asked inquisitively as his friend leaned over the table. They had gone out to dinner and were currently sharing a gigantic slice of chocolate cheesecake. Now Stan hovered dangerously close to the chocolate masterpiece as he reached for Kyle's face.
Stan brushed his friend's lips gently with his thumb, and then gracefully sat back down in his seat. Kyle could feel his face heat up. "W-what?" He stuttered, causing Stan to look up with a mischievous look on his face. "You had chocolate all over yourself," the boy stated, plain and simple, then licked his finger.
"Kyle—"
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Kyle turned over in his bed and groaned, nuzzling his head into his pillow in an unsuccessful attempt to fall back asleep. Judging from the absolute darkness around him, he decided that it had to be at least two o'clock on the Wednesday morning before Thanksgiving. Kyle had arrived home at precisely nine on Tuesday night from his first semester at college, and his parents had insisted that he stay home with them for the rest of the evening. Not that Kyle minded all that much. He wanted to see his family; however, that meant there was at least a whopping twelve hours before he could see any of his friends. At least twelve hours before he could see Stan. Kyle felt his eyelids grow heavy, until they finally shut, returning him once again to his pleasant dream.
"Kyle," Stan breathed into the boy's ear. The pair had somehow transported to some sort of park where they were lying beside each other on a large blue blanket under the dark, star-filled sky. "Stan?" Kyle murmured, confused, to the boy next to him. The cold November air caused Kyle to shiver. "Where are we?" he asked, then sneezed as the wind began to pick up. "Stan?"
The dark haired boy next to him shifted so that the two were now facing each other. His mouth twitched into a devilish grin as he wrapped his arms around the cold boy. "Kyle…" he breathed once more into the boy's ear.
"Kyle"
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"KYLE!"
"uugh…" Kyle squeezed his eyes shut and covered his head with his pillow, wanting nothing more than to fall back into his dream world. "nnn," Kyle said unintelligibly.
"Kyle?" A very real voice questioned.
"mmm?" Kyle mumbled through his pillow.
"Kyle, wake up!"
Kyle shot up in his bed, where he found himself instantly greeted by the face of his super best friend, and an open window. Kyle shivered. "Stan?!" Kyle said, once he recovered from his previous shock. Stan grinned, his face only inches away from Kyle's.
"I heard you were home," He said and winked at his friend, and pulled him into a warm hug.
Kyle returned the smile. 'I forgot how much you lead me on, you bastard…' Kyle thought as he leaned into the hug.
Kyle pulled away from the embrace and slowly got up off the bed. He could hear Stan's quiet moan of disapproval, but chose to ignore it, instead attending to his open window which was now letting cold air flow freely into his small room. Kyle let out a tired sigh and turned back to his bed.
"oh!" Kyle voiced his surprise, as a slow blush crawled onto his cheeks. While he was closing the windows, Stan had invaded Kyle's sheets and was currently occupying the better half of the eighteen-year-olds small bed. "What?" Stan grinned up at his shocked friend. "It's two thirty, I'm tired and cold," the patted the empty space next to him.
"hmph!" Kyle said in mock annoyance. "I'm getting an invitation to sleep in my own bed now?"
Stan's grin grew wider and he let out quiet laugh, reaching his hand out to Kyle in an attempt to pull him onto the bed. "C'mon!" He whined. "I'm cold in here all by myself!"
Kyle smirked. "Well you should have thought of that before you—" his thought was cut short by Stan's hand, which wrapped tightly around his small wrist and tugged at him playfully. This action, catching Kyle completely off guard, caused him to stumble and fall into an inevitable face plant upon the mattress.
"oof! Stan!" Kyle voiced in aggravation. "What was that—" But Kyle was stopped short once again, as Stan's hands wound around his waist, making his breath catch in his throat. Kyle shivered at the sudden change in temperature, caused by Stan's body heat. "Stan?" Kyle questioned.
"Tired." Stan mumbled into Kyle's shoulder. Kyle could feel a warm blush creep onto his face yet again, as Stan's hot breath trailed down his neck.
'Fine' He decided finally, and tried to clear his mind of anything that would keep him from falling asleep, mainly Stan, and how he was currently holding him, in his bed.
'Yeah…that's what I thought,' Kyle groaned. He wasn't going to be sleeping.