So after about nearly two months, finally here is the sequel to I Could Have Fallen Into Him. I apologize for the wait, I just wanted to make sure I knew where I wanted this story to go before I started writing. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter because I had a lot of fun writing it. (:
"Babe, wake up we're gonna be late," I feel Stan nudging me, making his best effort to get me out of bed. Unluckily for him, I'm the world's heaviest sleeper, "Kyle, pleeaseee get out of bed, you promised you wouldn't do this." He begins pulling the blanket off of me, which I respond to by moaning and snatching the blanket back from his hands to pull back over myself.
"I don't remember signing a contract," I mumble, earning a heavy sigh from Stan.
"But it's already 1 in the afternoon, I have to be at the stadium in less than two hours or my coach is going to kill me," he hops on top of me, with his legs on either side of me, "Kyle, I will not hesitate to wake you up how I did when we were little. Three," He wouldn't dare, "Two," Would he? "One," I hear him sigh, "Alright Kyle you asked for this," I feel his tongue travel from my chin to my forehead. I respond by essentially throwing Stan off of the bed.
"STAN THAT'S DISGUSTING!" I begin frantically wiping my face off with my sleeve.
"I WARNED YOU! I GAVE YOU A COUNTDOWN AND EVERYTHING!" He yells back, smiling at my attempt to remove his saliva from my face.
"I DIDN'T THINK YOU WERE SERIOUS!"
"Hey, at least it worked. Look at you, conscious and everything," I can't resist from laughing.
"Well, this has been a great start to the day," Sarcasm is evident in my voice, but when is it not?
"Start? It's already the afternoon. You slept for a solid 11 hours Ky," I roll my eyes at him, "I don't blame you though, last night was kind of exhausting," He winks at me, and begins laughing when he can see me start to blush.
"Yeah, for ME. You just sat there and made me do all the work," I'm not complaining though, anytime Stan's dick is inside of me is time well spent.
"Well I have a big game today, so I had to save my strength," He does have a point there. We have been together for a couple of weeks, but this is the first game I'm going to as Stan's boyfriend. He's really excited about it, and so am I.
"Alright, well I have to take a shower so I can get all dolled up for you," I pick myself up and make my way to Stan's restroom.
"Wait," I hear him call out, "Can I join you?" I feel shivers run down my spine.
"I thought we were in a rush," I raise my eyebrows. He looks up at his clock.
"I think we have a couple of minutes to spare," He puts on his best flirtatious face.
"Fine, you can join me," I pretend to not be ecstatic at the thought of taking a shower with Stan. I enter his restroom and turn his shower on, adjusting it slightly until it's the perfect temperature. I lift my shirt over my head, suddenly aware Stan is watching me. He's such a perv. I drop my boxers down to my ankles and kick them off, and proceed to hop into the shower. I can hear Stan throwing his clothes onto the floor and walking towards the shower.
"Damn Ky," I turn my head to find him admiring the lower half of my body.
"STAN STOP STARING AT MY ASS! YOU KNOW I GET SELF-CONSCIOUS!" I unsuccessfully try covering as much of my body as I can with my hands. He moves closer to me and grabs my hands away from my body. He stares into my eyes and smiles.
"Sorry, it's not my fault you have a bubble butt," He leans in and kisses me. Once his lips are on mine, I go crazy. He pushes me up against the shower wall and continues his assault on my lips. We both can't help but let moans escape our lips. I feel his tongue enter my mouth and I want to melt into his arms. He pushes his dick against my thigh, and I can feel that it's as hard as a rock.
I let my hand travel down his back to his ass. I feel a little hypocritical about getting after Stan for admiring my ass, because I can't help but love cupping his. He's an athlete, so his ass is toned and feels amazing in my grasp. At this point he's practically grinding his dick against my thigh, eager for release. I decide to help him out so I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock. I begin stroking it slowly, earning heavy sighs from Stan.
He pulls his lips from mine and begins kissing my neck, which drives me insane. I begin picking up the pace on his dick. "Suck it Kyle," He demands. I comply with his order and drop to my knees, taking his length into my mouth. He moans loudly and grips my hair. I begin going lower and lower, until I'm able to take all of him into my mouth. He takes control, which I have no problem with, and begins ramming his dick down my throat. "I'm almost there," he says as he increases his speed and grips harder onto my hair. All of a sudden I feel his load travel down my throat. He pulls his dick out of my mouth since he knows I'm not able to swallow all of his cum, "You're a pretty good cock-sucker, Ky," he says as he leans against the shower, laughing and panting at the same time.
"Stan, I think that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."
We quickly finish up our shower and dry ourselves. I don't have time to go over to my house to change, so I throw on the Jeans I had on the previous night and slip into one of Stan's pullover "South Park Cows" sweaters. I don't usually show "school spirit", but I want Stan to know how proud of him I am and how much I support him.
We both sprint down his stairs and out of the door. We only have about an hour to get to the stadium, and since it isn't a home game we have to drive all the way to Conifer, one of the many disadvantages of living in a small town. We quickly make our way into his truck, desperate to get out of the relentless and bitter November wind. I shut the door, taking a moment to try and feel my fingers again. I see Stan looking around and underneath his seat.
"You lose something?" I ask while pulling my seatbelt over myself.
"Yeah, I had a CD in here somewhere, but I can't remember where I put it," Stan is probably the most unorganized person I know, which I find ironic since I am overly-prepared for nearly every situation at all times. I pull open his glove compartment, and sitting there is what looks like a homemade CD inside a plain green case.
"Is this it?" I hold it up. He looks over and his face lights up.
"Yeah, thanks," He grabs it and pops it in.
"What is it?" I ask, curious as to why he is putting a CD in when we could just use our phones and his audio jack.
"I burned a CD for our road trip!" he says, almost sounding offended, but a smile still on his face.
"Would an hour drive even be considered a road trip?" He narrows his eyes in a way that makes him look like my mom about to scold me.
"Must you always be such a downer? I put a lot of time and energy into this you know?" He just loves guilt tripping me, doesn't he?
"Aww, I'm sorry," I lean over and kiss him on the cheek, "Can I hear what songs you put on it?" He hits the play button, and I hear Chances Are by Johnny Mathis come on, which Stan knows is one of my favorites. I look at him adoringly, which he responds to by smiling modestly.
"I know you love these oldie songs, so I just thought-" I lean in and put my lips over his. It's soft and quick, but still as intoxicating as any other kiss with Stan. We don't say anything else as he pulls out of his drive-way. I stare at his face while he drives, admiring every detail of it. With each song that passes, I realize more and more how in love with him I am.
I look out of the window at the sidewalk along our suburban world. I always find it fascinating that you can tell when the weather is cold just by looking at the concrete on the sidewalk, or at the sky hidden behind the clouds. You don't have to feel the cold air to see how dull the world becomes. But for some reason, right now as I sit in this car with Stan Marsh, the faded sky looks vibrant.
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We spend most of the car ride talking about our childhood, and how different things are now. When we were younger, I don't think either of us thought we would be here, sitting in a car listening to Patsy Cline, on our way to Stan's first game together as a couple. As we get closer to the stadium, I see him get more and more fidgety. Stan is still completely in the closet to everyone aside from Wendy, Kenny and Butters, so I know he must be nervous for everyone to find out he's dating me. I place my hand over his every now and then, hoping to try and comfort him.
We finally see the stadium, minutes away from Stan's check-in time. Once we park, we both sit in silence for a few moments, both fully realizing that in a few moments, our relationship is going to be out in the open. Truth-be-told, I don't think many people actually care who I'm dating, but Stan is actually a pretty popular guy. When the school sees him holding hands with a boy, it might be a bit of a shock to them.
"You ready?" he asks, trying to sound nonchalant, but I can hear the trembling in his voice.
"Yeah, I think I am," with that, he nods, opens his door, and steps out to begin heading toward the stadium. I follow close behind him. As we get closer to the front doors, I feel his hands wrap around mine. We enter the stadium and make our way towards the bleachers. With every step we take up the stairs, I feel more and more eyes laying on us. I lean in close to him.
"They're staring," I try to speak as softly as possible, not wanting to show the uneasiness that was consuming me. He squeezes my hand tightly, and I think I hear him laugh.
"Just ignore them, Ky," he says in the most comforting voice imaginable, "Right now, pretend it's just me and you." I feel the redness in my face disappear as I begin to calm down. Stan always knows how to calm me down, which makes me feel shitty since I was supposed to be the one calming him down. We approach the top row of the bleachers, and I make out a familiar face staring at me
"Wendy?" she's wearing skinny jeans and a purple bomber jacket. Yep that's definitely her. She smiles and motions for me to come over. I look over to Stan, who's very obviously trying to avoid eye contact with his ex. It's been awkward trying to repair my friendship with Wendy over the last few weeks while also dating the person who she cheated on, but Stan has been really understanding about it. He doesn't even seem to hold any resentment towards her since she's the reason we're dating at all. Still though, I don't exactly expect them to immediately become best friends.
"I'm gonna start getting ready Ky," he blurts out, trying to break the tension, "I'll see you after the game, okay?" I smile at him and nod.
"Alright, good luck Stan," I give him a modest kiss on the cheek, and with that he begins descending down the steps. I turn back to Wendy and walk over to her, taking a seat to her right, "I didn't expect to see you here, did you come alone?"
"I was going to hitch a ride with Red, but she cancelled last minute so I just took the bus."
"You took an hour long bus ride just for a school football game?" Wendy has shown zero interest in sports over the past few years. I know because I remember it starting dozens of fights between Wendy and Stan when they were dating.
"Yeah, I just," she laughs, realizing how ridiculous it sounded, "I guess I just needed something to take my mind off of things."
What kind of "things" is she talking about? School? No, the way she said it sounded like it was bigger than school. Before I can ask, the band starts playing, indicating the start of the game. My eyes are drawn to the field, and once the players start entering I begin searching for Stan, but the distance makes it hard to spot his number.
"He's over there," I look over to see Wendy pointing towards the field, "Over by the water coolers," I can finally see where she's pointing, and I make out the number "19" on one of the uniforms. Yeah, that's him. He looks so confident in his uniform, and I can tell he's laughing with one of the other players, which pastes a grin onto my face. I also can't help but find Stan really hot when he's in his uniform. I don't want to sound pervy, but it's hard not to want him to fuck you over a table while he's wearing that uniform. I feel my face begin to heat up as I realize I'm having sex fantasies about my boyfriend in public. I realize the players are getting into their positions, so I pull myself out of my thoughts and try to focus on the game.
I feel really bad that I know as little about football as I do, especially since it's such a huge part of Stan's life. I've been to dozens of Stan's games, and I still am usually confused half of the game. It's most likely due to the fact that my eyes never leave Stan, so I don't pay attention to what the other players are doing. He's told me before that he's a Running Back, but I'm still not exactly sure what that means. Whatever it is that he does, I do know that he's pretty damn good at it.
The game is filled with cheers from the crowd at an almost deafening volume. Even Wendy, who is pretty reserved, lets out a few shrieks every now and then. As the game reaches its final minute, our team is only one touchdown away from winning. The stadium becomes relatively silent, aside from the few parents of the players who can't contain their support. Before I realize it our school Quarterback, Clyde, hurls the ball down the field and player 19 catches the ball and begins running-. Wait, player 19! That's fucking Stan! Stan has the ball and is running down the field! The silence of the stadium from before is completely broken and all eyes are on Stan. I see one of the players on the other team approaching Stan and I nearly jump out of my seat. I'm filled with so much adrenaline I want to run a marathon. The player is nearing Stan and the same rate he's nearing the end zone. I can't watch so I shut my eyes. All of a sudden, the stadium is filed with cheering and I open one eye to see Stan in the end zone, being nearly lifted up by his team mates. I look over to see Wendy out of her seat, smiling and cheering just as loud as everyone else. I decide to do the same, overwhelmed with pride. Soon, the stadium calms down and Stan's team essentially carry him into the locker room.
"Wow that was… intense," I mutter, still feeling a little jittery.
"Yeah, Stan is…" a smile forms on her face, "He's really great," she looks up at me, "I mean like at football, you know? I think he might even be offered a scholarship."
"Honestly, I really think he might, especially after tonight, I mean that was amazing," she nods along with me, "Well, I'm gonna go look for him. It was really nice seeing you Wendy," I get up and begin making my way toward the stairs.
"Wait Kyle," I turn back around, "Do you maybe wanna hang out sometime? I've had a lot of free time lately, and I think it'd be nice for me and you to just… catch up."
"Yeah, sure," I can't help but laugh a little at how delicate she looks right now. It's so out of character for her.
"Okay, I'll text you?"
"Sounds good," with that I finally begin approaching the field. The players are already emerging from the locker room so I just begin scanning the area for Stan. I spot Clyde, who I know Stan is pretty close to, so I walk over to him, "Hey Clyde, have you seen Stan?" He looks up at me, with what I can only describe as a shocked face.
"Yeah, he's taking a shower," I'm a little taken aback since Stan usually waits until he gets home to shower, "So Broflovski, is it true you and Marsh are bumping uglies?" He asks with skepticism apparent on his face.
"What?" He sighs.
"Are you guys fucking?"
"Oh. OH. Yeah we are, well I mean we aren't just fucking, I mean having sex, we're kind of a thing, but this is the first time we're making it public, and by "it" I mean our relationship, not the fuckin-"
"Dude," Luckily, he stops my rambling of nonsense. I forgot how bad I am at talking to guys my own age, "It's cool, I get it. I was just curious," He's still trying to hold himself back from laughing, "I'm happy for you guys."
"Oh, um thanks," With that he gives me an awkward nod and walks away. Despite how horrible that interaction may have seemed, I consider it about as successful as it could have went. I mean I haven't really even talked to Clyde since middle school, so can anyone blame me for not knowing what to do or say?
About 10 minutes pass before I finally see Stan emerge from the locker room. He changed back into his clothes and seems to have combed his hair. I run up to him and wrap him in my embrace, sending him staggering backwards, which I attribute to his soreness from the game since he could break me like a twig.
"Stan, you were amazing out there," I squeeze him tighter.
"Thanks, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time I guess," I scoff at his modesty, wishing he would just admit how great he is. I nuzzle my face into his neck. He smells good, too good for someone who just spent two hours running back and forth across a field.
"Why'd you shower?" I let him go and stare up into his brown eyes. He just stares right back down at me, staying silent.
"Can I show you something?"
"Um, yeah sure. What is it?" Without answering, he takes hold of my hand and guides me into the locker room.
"Wait here, I'll go get it." I decide to take a seat on one of the locker room benches. Usually I would try to get Stan to give me a hint as to what his surprise is, but I know Stan enough to know he would never budge. About 5 minutes pass before Stan re-enters the locker room. I can tell from his body language that he's nervous, "Close your eyes." I roll my eyes and comply with his demand as a smile subtly forms on my face. I feel his hand wrap around my wrist, so I pick myself up and allow him to lead me. I begin to feel grass underneath my feet, so I can tell we are back onto the field. The silence in the air lets me know that the stadium is completely empty, "Okay," he lets go of my wrist, "You can open your eyes now."
I open my eyes, and on the field is a red blanket with a picnic basket. Everything is illuminated by candles on the perimeter of the blanket. It's simple, but so beautiful.
"Stan, what is this?" He's blushing more than I've ever seen before
"Well I was just thinking about how we haven't really had a first date yet. I mean yeah we have hung out together, but never really a date," He looks to the ground, "I guess a picnic in November was a dumb idea, huh?"
"NO," I yell, startling both me and Stan, "no, I love it. Stan, this is," I feel myself getting teary eyed, "This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me," He visibly relaxes and lets out a sigh of relief.
"In that case, shall we?" He motions to the blanket. I let out a laugh that can only be compared to a school girl giggle.
"I'd love to," I take a seat next to him. He opens the picnic basket and begins emptying the contents of it onto the blanket. I can make out what appears to be two homemade sandwiches, a container filled with strawberries, and two cans of Dr. Pepper.
"I'm sorry if the sandwiches aren't good. They're turkey so don't worry about them being kosher," He looks up and me and hands me one of the sandwiches.
"Thanks Stan, but you didn't have to do that. You know I'm not strict about eating Kosher."
"I know," He takes a bite into his sandwich, "I just wanted to make sure everything was perfect." My heart is soaring. Through all my years of knowing him, I never knew Stan could be this thoughtful.
"You're the best," I say as I take a bite into my sandwich. It tastes 1000x better knowing that Stan took the time out of his day to make this. I know that I'm probably making too big of a deal out of a sandwich, but things like this make me overjoyed.
"Do you like it?" He looks at me with awaiting eyes, as if my answer determines the future of his happiness.
"It's perfect," He smiles proudly and continues eating his sandwich. After we're both done, we fall onto our backs and look up at the stars in silence. They look brighter out here than they do in South Park. I begin reminiscing about the times we used to camp out in Stan's backyard and watch the sky just like this. We would spell out dirty words hidden in the stars, then we would talk about our parents, and the things we wished were different. I wonder if he still remembers those nights. I feel his hand wrap around mine, and I slide my head into the crevasse between his neck and shoulder.
"Kyle," He finally breaks the silence.
"Yeah?" The silence is filled by his breath.
"I love you," The weight of his words don't hit me all at once. It takes me a moment to realize that this is the first time he has said those words to me. It takes me a moment to realize that I used to stay up nights praying that I would one day hear him tell me he loves me. It takes me a moment to realize that Stan Marsh loves me. I nuzzle closer into him.
"I love you too, so much." I say, hoping to convey to him how much he means to me, but I know that no amount of words could ever accomplish that.
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I feel bad making Stan drive home, because I can tell that he's exhausted. But unfortunately, I'm still a few months from getting my license. I try to keep my eyes open so that I can keep Stan company, but I feel myself slowly drifting to sleep. The drive back home feels much shorter than the drive to the stadium, because before I know it we are pulling up to my house.
"Goodnight," Stan whispers and he unlocks the car doors.
"Night Stan, I had a great time," I lean over to kiss him before pushing the door open and essentially sprinting to my front steps. I enter my house silently and make my way up to my room. I'm exhausted, but I sit on the edge of my bed for a few moments, trying to cling onto the blissful events of today for as long as possible. After a few moments, I fall onto my back, too lazy to even get under the covers, and drift to sleep.
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"Kyle," I open my eyes to the sound of my name. I look around but my room is still pitch black, so I can't make anyone out.
"Stan, is that you?" I pull myself up so that I'm no longer laying down.
"No, it's Wendy," I reach over and turn on my bedside table lamp. Wendy stood casually at the foot of my bed.
"Why the hell are you in my room at," I look over to my alarm clock, "3:36 in the morning?!"
"You weren't answering your phone!"
"Because like a normal human being, I was SLEEPING!" I pinch my nose, trying to get a hold of my anger, "Whatever, just what is it that you need?" She sighs, and walks over to the side of the bed and plops down onto it.
"I'm sorry, I know this is weird and I probably should have waited until the morning. But there's something I really have to tell you Kyle"
Sorry to leave you guys on a cliffhanger. This chapter is kind of a reintroduction into the characters and story, both for me as the writer and for you guys as a reader. The next chapter will begin getting more into the bulk of the story and I want to get both that chapter and possibly another one out by the end of winter break.
P.S I realized that I never thanked a whole bunch of reviewers on I Could Have Fallen Into Him and it has made me feel horrible for months so here goes:
styleforever20: Thank you so much (: I have seriously a ton of fun writing for Butter's and Kenny's relationship, so don't worry there will be a lot of Bunny in this story as well
FreeJoy: Thanks! I hope I don't disappoint
Mekabella21: Thanks once again for such a thoughtful review. Wendy is definitely not the best at handling stressful situations, and despite her intelligence can sometimes be blinded by her impulsiveness. Wendy is actually probably my favorite character to write for because she has so much room to grow as a person.
blueneko8: Thank you so much for all of your support I seriously love you so much you're so sweet (: I really hope you enjoy this chapter and the rest of this story.
KWriter in Training: Thank you so much, I'm so glad you like the story
ExDee LessThanThree: Thank you for reading it (:
Darkslayer18: Thanks so much holy shit. Also writing the Kyle and Wendy reconciliation was definitely one of my favorite scenes to write I'm happy you liked it.