Kyle frowned, still glaring at the top of Stan's head.

Stan stood there, grinning broadly, pride and excitement practically rolling off him in waves.

Finally Kyle spoke in a deep almost growling voice. "Change it back."

Faltering, Stan blinked. "What?"

"Change. It. Back." Kyle actually growled on the last word. His arms crossing in disgust.

Stan reached up and patted his head a bit self-consciously. "B- but I fucking bleached it man." He tugged at his now bright blonde hair. "I can't just say hocus pocus and it'll be back." Leaning closer to the red-head, he said softly. "Plus, you don't think it's sexy?"

"No." Kyle stated bluntly, refusing to be enticed. "You look like a fucking fag."

"Well where's the problem there?" Stan asked in an aspirated voice, almost throwing his arms into the air.

Kyle gave him a look as if to say 'It's fucking obvious you dumbass.' "It's not you, man. Now fucking fix it."

Stan bit down on his bottom lip to keep from yelling. After a few minutes he said: "Fine, I will tomorrow." Then he leaned forward to kiss Kyle.

"Good." Kyle nodded, and twisted his head so that Stan's lips met his cheek. "Then tomorrow I'll kiss you." He took a step back, his face falling into an unemotional gaze. "Now get the fuck out until then."

Openly staring in shock, Stan stuttered. "B- but, fucking hell." He moved forward, arms wrapping around Kyle's neck. "You've been gone for the past week. I'm fucking horny as hell."

Kyle didn't even look at him, instead he favoured the wall by his bedroom door. "You can have fun with that or fix it now."

It was Stan's turn to glare at Kyle, or rather the boy's neck. He bit at it angrily but Kyle refused to react. "Fuck." He cursed and drew back and into Kyle's line of vision. "You're serious?"

"As your dad's Speed-O."

Stan stared a few moments longer. "Shit, fine, I'll be back."

Kyle smirked slightly and locked his eyes with Stan's. "That's a good little bitch."

"Fuck you." Stan grumbled, pulling away and walking toward the door. As he grabbed the knob he turned back. "It better be worth it." He reached out and pointed an accusing finger at Kyle.

Before Stan could leave, Kyle took Stan's hand within his own and pressed his lips to the out-stretched finger, drawing it into his mouth, sucking on it lightly.

Stan gasped in surprise before he could stop himself and his body jerked.

Kyle grinned devilishly, giving the fingertip on last lick before letting it go and waving smugly. "See you soon."

Stan stood completely still, his blush finally catching up with him. "Dammit." He muttered as he darted out of the room. "God damn him."

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Hmmmm. Stan with bleached blonde hair?

Sounds weird. :c

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