Disclaimer: Do not own them.
Title: Number Five: Seeking Solace
Summary: When post break-up moments go wrong. Style
Warnings: Slash Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Couple: StanKyle
Written By: Shino
Inspired By: Two and Half Men and Will and Grace. . . Why always that show?
Comments: I'm combining two ideas seeing how they both center around the same thing.
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Number Five: Seeking Solace
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"Stanley?" Kyle knocked softly, and pushing the teen's door open. Poking his head around it and watched as the lump on the bed shifted. "Can I come in?"
"No."
Hesitating in the doorway, Kyle contemplated backing out. Then, he decided that Stan needed him.
Yeah.
Sliding into the room and shutting the door, he leaned back. "So, how's the weather under there?"
"Fuck off." Stan muttered, flipping the blankets covering him, from his face.
Mocking a pout, Kyle moved forward somewhat blindly. "All you need is a hug."
Curling back up on himself, Stan sighed. "Is it a goodbye hug?"
Kyle chuckled and crawled into Stan's bed under the blanket and curled up to his friends back. "Shut up and deal with it, you know you need it."
Stan mumbled some more but didn't really protest.
After a few minuets Kyle spoke back up. "You know, I've heard that role playing is a good way to overcome grief. If you want I could pretend to be," Kyle paused and tried not to gag. "Wendy." He couldn't hold back a shiver. "And you can get over this."
For several moments, Stan was quiet, but then, he said softly: "Fine."
Kyle scooted back and sat up. "Okay then, get up and we'll start."
Begrudgingly, Stan sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I hate you."
"Yes, yes," Waving his hand, Kyle sat up straighter. "Go."
Stan bit his lip and looked down. "Uh, well, Wendy. . . I just want to know what went wrong this time."
"Umm, sometimes," Kyle stalled, looking around for an answer. "Things just don't work out. . .?"
"But," Stan looked up at Kyle, already seeing Wendy instead of his best friend. "The sex," Kyle almost choked. "Wasn't it amazing?"
Shifting uncomfortably, Kyle looked back at Stan. "Sure?"
"Have you or haven't you ever had sex like that before?"
". . . No?"
Stan's hand shot up. "See! We're perfect together!"
Kyle nodded, falling into role. "You're right. We are!"
Grabbing Kyle's upper arms, Stan leaned close. "I miss having sex with you!"
"I miss having sex with you too!"
"I love you Wendy!"
"I love you too Stan!" Lunging forward on impulse, Kyle managed to wrap his arms around Stan's neck.
Stan kissed the red-head hard, thinking that it was Wendy.
A moment later, Kyle came to his senses and stopped responding.
Then, Stan, noticing the change, stopped also.
They sat, lips still pressed together before Kyle slowly moved back.
"So, um, I'm ganna go now." Crawling off the bed backward, his face burning, Kyle did all he could not to run.
Stan watched as Kyle backed from the room and shut the door behind him.
With a sigh, he flopped back down onto his bed. "This day just keeps getting better and better."
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