Title: Kool-Aid

Fandom: South Park

Characters: Stan/Kyle

Prompt: .011 Red.

Word Count: 401

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Stan successfully distracts Kyle from a school project, but he doesn't just want to make-out

Author's Notes: More Fluff.

"," deep breath, "."

"Oh my god Stan! Yes you're tongue is fucking red! Now stop fucking sticking it at me." Kyle shoved Stan off the bed a smug little smirk across his face.

"Dude, ouch." Stan frowned. He sat up and rubbed at a swore part. "That's not what you wanted yesterday."

"Yesterday," Kyle emphasized, "we didn't have this shit of a project to do."

"Kyle," Stan whined against Kyle's annoyance. "I might not be the best student around, but I'm not the worst so when I tell you that no one has started on this three week project yet it's true."

Stan clamored up onto the bed. "You started four hours ago!"

"What about Wendy, I bet she's started. How about Cartman; he's always trying to beat me!" Kyle's eyes lit with the thought of competition.

"Wendy's partner is Bebe, no help there; and Cartman has Kenny. You have me. The power of us we can beat them anytime or place." Stan being hopeful crawled closer to Kyle.

He curled his hand around the back of Kyle's neck. He let his fingers play with the hair on the back of his neck; red, coarse, and with more body then a mane of an African lion. It was not the prettiest part of Kyle but Stan appreciated being able to be friendly with the hairball.

Kyle, giving in, looked up at Stan. He pressed his lips against Kyle's. Kyle sighed into the kiss and pushed their work away.

Stan being Stan pulled abruptly away. He looked down at Kyle and pouted, "Please?" Kyle clamped his teeth down and shook his head.

Stan glared, "Please, please, please! I didn't drink ten gallons of Kool-Aid just to make out with you. I want to see!"

With his shoulders slumped Kyle opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

Stan stared at it for a bit, "It's redder but not red enough. I'll be back." Stan grabbed the empty pitcher of Kool-Aid and started for the door.

"Stan why don't you just skip the water and use the powder and you can add the water bit in later," Kyle suggested.

"It's the principle of the thing. I'm trying to see how many gallons of Kool-Aid I have to drink before your tongue turns red." Stan waved him off and retreated to the kitchen.

"Red? I'll show him red," Kyle tactically removed his pants.