Warning: Lemon, fluff, Style... DON'T LIKE DONT READ! :)

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First joint fic! :D We did this by email, we aren't going to beg for reviews, but it would be nice. Thank you! Enjoy the outcome of utter boredom.

"Stan?" Kyle called out hesitantly. He instantly regretted it when he heard a load chain of grumbles followed by every cuss word known to the young black haired boy.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Kyle mumbled enthusiasticlly as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. Stan returned the embrace sleepily and groaned something that sounded similar to a greeting before planting a chaste kiss upon the readhead's ear. Kyle giggled lightly at the touch, only to move away a moment later. The ear kiss always had a second meaning. "Oh come on now, you promised we could go to the party this year; no fooling around!"

"Fine, but after the party, you're mine" Stan whispered so possessively it would have been frightening had it not had a gentle tone beneath it. His voice was still tired but he was now much more awake. "Where'd you put those damn costumes anyway?" "In the closet. I' ll be right back," the little Jew pranced out of the room and down the hallway.

"Goddamn party," stan mutterd " the one holiday i get with him we have to go to craigs house." the raven haired boy sighed. In Stan's opinion, there were very few places that earned his hate as much as Craig's house.

"Stupid ass-ramming uncle fucker". Craig didn't hold a lot of contempt in Stan's heart either. After a minute or two of his thoughtless rambling, Kyle came back into the room holding the costumes in each of his hands. Stan immediately got a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Stan." kyle said sternly. "Yeeeessssss?" he suppressed a giggle. "These are defininately not the costumes we bought," the red hed was pissed.

"Oh, but these are so much better!" Stan clutched the small boy's frame in his arms. "Stan, we are not going as a doctor and a nurse to Craig's house. Especially if I' m the nurse," the grin widened, if possible. "Well we could always..." Stan began to invade kyle personal bubble. His pink tongue popped out and gently caressed the side of the Jew's soft, pale face. Kyle had to supress his moan by biting his tongue, but it didn't conceal the obvious sound the boy made. Stan started to try and convince his boyfriend that the costume would show off his 'oh-so-fuckable ass'. The worst part about all this was that Stan had pulled his boyfriend into his lap, and was now slowly starting grinding their hips together at a tormenting pace.

"Nngh," Kyle knew he had to say something that would stop Stan before he started ravishing him right then and there. "Let g-uh-o of me before I-unn castrate you!"

"Ooooohhh, kinky!" the taller boy cooed.

"Now you-uhn- sound like- k-kenny," he managed to choke out.

"And you don't like that?" Stan practically purred as he ran his fingers up the Jew's shirt, toying with the hard buds. Kyle took a deep breath and said his honest answer.

"N-n-no, but right n-now isn't thetimetodothis!" The redhaired teenager had to say the last part in less than a second because Stan had now replaced the fingers with his mouth. The warm cavern covered his left nipple and was sucking and scraping against it. Stan simply smirked at the reaction he got.

"St-stan," Kyle moaned out subconsiously. The raven haired boy sucked a little harder in response, flicking it with his tongue. He let his tongue wander down the small frame until it finally found what was so eagerly awaiting his presence.

"Oh Kyle," Stan chuckled, "you know its no use. Just forget the party and let me have some fun with you." Stan slowly grabbed hold of the pant zipper with his teeth. pulling it down at an agonizing pace. "Fuck, that's hot," was the only thing that Kyle could think. The rational part of his brain was being pushed into the back of his concious, and he just focused on the feelings his boyfriend was pulling out of him. Once Stan had pulled the zipper all the way down and had the pants, as well as boxers, pushed down to Kyle's knees he let out a little laugh.

"Hn, I thought you were going to be more difficult than this, Kyle. Tsk, tsk, guess I'll have to teach you how to hold out". Kyle could feel the shiver run down his back from the dirty words. Something inside Kyle snapped as his boyfriend said those words. He said teach. Which meant bondage. and Kyle loved bondage. With a lick of his lips, Kyle jumped Stan, pushing him down onto the ground and straddling his hips. "K-kyle?" Stan stuttered out, he had one of the most arousing scenes he'd ever scene now sitting on top of him. Practically begging. Kyle smirked, ravishing the raven's lips. Stan let his tongue slip in, gently fighting for dominance with the other. They broke apart after they had lost their breathe, a tiny,silver string of saliva connecting the two, now horny boys. Kyle stared at Stan for a few moments with a look that can only be described as lustful.

He then leaned down over the other and whispered huskily in his ear. "Maybe you should keep your guard up if you want to top". At the end of the last sylabble, he took his boyfriend's earlobe into his mouth and started sucking. Distracting Stan with his lips, he slid his hands down, swiped off the other teen's belt, and fastened the belt around his hands. Stan moaned into Kyle's mouth, coming from deep in the back of his throat. He loved it when Kyle got rough. It. was. fucking. hot. They always had the best sex that way. As the red head traced his tongue from Stan's earlobe across his face and attacking his mouth once more. It wasn't long though, before he realised Kyle had tied his hands to the bed post and stripped him of everything but his blue boxers. Damn he was good.

"K-kyle..." the little Jew slid his hands down Stan's toned chest, toying with the nipples for a moment

before continuing down.

"Yeeeeeessss?" he asked, mimicking his boyfriend's ealier acts.

"How the fuck did you do that?" he said motioning his head towards the belt that retrained his hands. Kyle giggled in what was mostly likely the manliest voice he could muster. He leaned in close and before closing the gap between them again murmured "Instinct of course". The moment Kyle pressed his lips upon Stan's two things happened at once. One, a certain redhead decided to pull Stan's boxers all the way off, so that they were now both fully exposed. Two, a few steps away from the door where the boys were getting intimate, a blonde teen was pressing the play button on a video camera, recording everything.

Kyle continued his torurous work, breathing hot, heavy air on Stan's throbbing erection.

"K-uhn-Kyle!" the red head just stuck his soft pink tongue out and lightly wisped it around Stan's begging little friend. "Now, now, Stanley. And I thought you were going to teach me how to hold out longer..." The teen didn't respond but thrust his hips upwards, making Kyle retreat for a moment to avoid being gagged. A hand on Stan's abdomen, holding him down, kyle finally took Stan into his mouth entirely. Bobbing his head and sucking, twirling his tongue around the head every so often. God, Kyle gave the best head! The jew took his mouth all the way off for a second before licking Stan's member from base to tip and then kissing the slit.

Just as the darker haired boy was about to climax, Kyle stopped all of his ministrations. "Nope, we aren't stopping there," he told the teenager who looked as if he was begging for release, which he probably was. He put three of his fingers to the withering lad beneath him's mouth. Stan sucked on the fingers, rolling his tongue around the knuckles and biting the tip of the nails as he went along. Kyle moaned in frustration, he too, was getting unbearably hard and searching for his release. He pulled his fingers out of Stan's mouth and gently began to finger his prisoner's entrance.

"Aaaaahhh-ungh-Aaahh!" the raven haired teen moaned happily at the pleasured pain he was recieving. "Yes...that's what you like..." Kyle placed his wet tongue inside Stan's mouth to stifle a scream as he added a third finger, scissoring the entire time. The boys were too caught up in their own act to notice a blondie in an orage sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off to his shoulders, holding a video camera and snickring. 'I'm gonna make so much money!' Suddenly, Stan was panting and asking for the fingers to be replaced with something longer and thicker. Kyle, deciding he had tortured him long enough decided to give him what he wanted, no,needed. Then the redhaired boy remembered from his previous experiences sex, how much it would hurt afterwards if there was no lube. He looked around quickly, not wanting to lose the heat of the moment. Stan noticed what he was trying to do, and pulled on his restraints just enough to push his body even closer to the others. "Its alright." He took a break to pant when they subconciously ground their groin areas together. "I can take it dry. Now, fuck me or else I have enough reason to call you a pussy for the rest of the night." The blonde on the other side of the doot gushed a nose bleed the same moment Kyle did. Had Stan really just said that? Ho-ly shit. He couldnt take it any more. He had to devour him here, and now. The Jewish boy gently slid inside and held there for a moment, waiting for him to adjust to his size. "Aaauughg! O-okay!"

He would save the direct hits for when they lost all sense of reality and just wanted to indulge in the euphoria they were making each other feel. The teen with black hair moaned loudly and started to scream, literally scream, "Touch me-ah!- more! Fuck...harder!" He grunted as a reply and started moving as fast as possible, striking Stan's prostate dead on as he lunged in deeper. Said young man was currently trying to think straight. He knew his ass was going to be sore as hell later and it would probably be even more painful to sit down and dance, that was if they ever got to that costume party.

Kenny would have literally died of a boner had Kyle not let out one last moan as Stan's seed spilled over Kyles chest and stomach while Kyle released as well inside Stan.

"St-Stan!!" Kyle collapsed on top of Stan and they both spent a good several minutes trying to catch their breath. Finally, when they were inhaling and exhaling at a normal pace, they smiled at each other. "Well, that was amazing, but would you mind untying my hands now?" The redhead quickly obliged and unfastened the belt. With his hands finally undone, he put them around Kyle's neck and pulled their lips together for a long, gentle kiss. Kyles eyes suddenly widend. "The party! Shit! Shit Shit, shit, shit! We gotta go! Now!" Stan grinned. "Well theres only 2 costumes available..." Kyle only smirked, sending a shiver of fear down the Stan's spine.