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Kyle blushed as Stan held his hand in his sweaty palm. The nine year old dark haired male smiled. He had told Kyle he liked him the day before and now they were holding hands on the way to the school bus stop.

Stan felt tempted to touch Kyle's ass because people always said it was an amazing ass but Stan couldn't tell. He just liked Kyle a lot and wanted to have babies with Kyle when the grew up.

Stan could see the bus stop come to view and Cartman and Kenny were waiting. He didn't know how they'd take news on Kyle and him dating. Kyle's hand squeezed tighter around Stan's. The blush becoming more vibrant.

Stan blinked at Kyle's overly cute expression. The redhead had yet to say a word since they started dating. He'd just blush. Stan found Kyle's cheeks the cutest things he had ever seen.

They stood in their usual spot beside Cartman and Kenny. Their hands still linked and Kyle's cheeks impossibly red.

He wondered how it would be like to kiss Kyle. The thought made him blush and stomach churn.

"Dudes are you two holding hands?" Kenny asked. Cartman turned to look at Stan and Kyle.

"You butt gays! What the fuck! Stan that gay jew is spreading gay germs on you" Cartman said.

"Fuck you fat ass" Kyle growled. Letting go of my hand to glare at Cartman. "You want to say that again lard tits?" Kyle glared at Cartman.

"Did I hurt your butt the same way Stan did last night?" Cartman asked. Kyle's cheeks flushed red.

"I am warning you asshole" Kyle's voice wavered in embarrassment and shame. "What makes you think I'd take it up the ass?"

"Like Stan would be butt fucked. He's too much of a pussy" Cartman smirked.

Stan frowned. He was not a pussy just because he cared. His eyes landed on Kyle's ass for a minute. He would man up!

Reaching out his hand he gave a hard smack to Kyle's butt cheeks. He froze realising his action.

"Stan. What. The. Fuck." The redhead growled out in anger with flushed red cheeks. Stan blinked rapidly and bit his lip he had no idea why the idea of fucking Kyle kept getting better and better. His smile widened and he could see it now...

Kyle glared at Stan waiting for a reply when the darker haired boy's nose began to bleed. "Dude!" Kyle bit his lip hating being ignored.

"Don't worry about him Kyle I am sure he'll be fine with all the butt loving you give him" Cartman laughed it up and Kyle was torn between kicking Cartman's ass and trying to get Stan's attention.

"Kyle you shouldn't look so worried he's having a mid-morning Wet dream. Happens to me all the time" Kenny shrugged.

"Wet dream?" Kyle frowned. "What the hell is a wet dream?"

"Dude. You are so the girl" Kenny caught Kyle's frustration look and shut up not wanting to face Kyle's mood.

"Gee thanks Ken, nice to know!" As Kyle spoke Cartman was rolling on the floor laughing "You Fucking dickward! Fuck you"

Kyle was regretting agreeing to date Stan. The bus arrived and Kenny pulled Stan on the bus. They sat together. Cartman stood in front of the bus. "Excuse Mia!" The fat piece of shit cleared his throat. Attention caught Cartman began "Kyle and Stan are now butt buddies!"

Kyle's cheeks flushed red and he glared at Cartman. "Oh for the love of moses...!" Kyle growled. "Shut the fuck up you cross dressing fucktard and take a seat your fat is blinding me"

"See he did not deny dating Stan the giant pussy" Cartman continued.

Kyle sighed and put his earphones in bitter and anger. Maybe this whole Stan and him dating thing was way too gay.

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Stan POV

I felt dizzy and tired when I was done literally mind fucking Kyle probably from blood loss. Mr Garrison was giving a dull lecture and I found staring at Ky more appealing.

He was writing down and jotting notes and looking cute. His cute blush missing in action. I liked that red blush of his a lot.

I stared at his green hat and felt tempted to write a song to him. His orange coat even looked better than usual.

I felt my stomach churn and I knew I was minutes away from throwing up. I sighed forcing My attention to the teacher.

My eyes however kept going to Kyle and did he look pretty in this Light. I like his red hair and green eyes a lot. The way he smiled his pale porcelain skin and his freckled cheek I can't stop thinking about Kyle.

I wish I could marry Kyle now and tell him I liked him a lot more than he knew.

I wanted to write him a note in adoration but I stopped myself and he turned to me.

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Kyle POV

I wonder what is up with Stan. I want to check on him but I can't. What the hell is a wet dream?

I turn to Stan and he has this goofy look on his face that makes my heart race. Not that I'd tell him. But I like him looking at me.

I forced myself to turn away from him and look at Mr. Garrison. Trying to pay attention and ignore Stan.

A note hits my table. 'Wanna make out between periods?' And at the edge it had 'from s'. I knew Stan's chicken scratch handwriting even without the signature at the bottom right.

I frowned at the note. I really didn't want to 'make out' or anything yet. I am nine years old and 'making out' is kind of too fast for me.

I sighed not knowing what to reply I was just getting comfortable holding hands. I wasn't even comfortable with the smack he gave my butt. I shifted uncomfortable in my chair.

Suddenly it felt like I had weights on my shoulders. The whole 'making out' thing. 1. I had no idea what to do, never actually having a kiss and 2. For fuck's why did I have to do something I was not comfortable with?

I tore out a page and from my notebook and started the note with 'dear Stan'. I paused trying to find the right words.

I glanced at Stan for a moment and sighed. 'Make out' the words kind of scared me. It fucking scared me. it was heading way too fast.

"I don't want to" I folded the note and sent it back to Stan. His face fell as he read the note. I looked away from him.

Another note hit my table

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Stan POV

I just don't get it! Why doesn't he want to? Making out with him would be amazing,I could feel him up as we kiss and it may lead to sex.

I bit my lip and stared at Kyle's profile. He was scowling and it was so adorable, I almost wanted to slip my hands into my pants.

I needed to focus.

'Are you mad at me?' I sent back to him. He turned his head to me and flushed, he shook his head. Did he think I would be a bad kisser?

He looked nervous as he wore down on the piece of paper. He tossed it to me, I blinked and took a deep breath. I opened the paper 'its too fast Stan, I don't want to yet. I like holding your hand'

I sighed and frowned. What was I going to say? I couldn't put too much pressure on him. I mean if he wants to not make out yet sure, it wasn't like I'd die from not feeling him up.

'Sorry if I was rushing you, you are just really pretty' I sent back.

He smiled as he read the note then put it into his pocket. I wish I was his pants, then I'd get to feel up him in every angle.

His eyes were on the teacher while mine were on him, I wanted to kiss him even if he didn't want to make out yet.

My eyes went to the wall clock, I wanted to touch Kyle again even if it was only his hand.

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Kyle POV

I felt self concious because of the way he stared at me, I kept tugging on my hat.

After class he pulled me into the coat room and hugged me, it was dark because of the shut door. He tried to kiss me but I shifted away.

"Baby what's wrong?" He asked.

"I don't want to Stan" I really didn't want to, it was just so fast. Fuck I feel like a girl, Stan looked hurt by it. He let out a sigh.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, my eyes fell to the floor and my cheeks darkened. I bit on my bottom lip before taking a deep breath and looking up at him. Our eyes met and I almost got lost in his blue eyes.

"No you didn't Stan, its just that..." I trailed of as he pulled me close. He pressed his lips to my cheek and hugged me tight.

"I don't want to rush you Kyle, I just really like you" he pressed his lips to my ear as he slowly whispered. I felt a shiver run up my spine, he let me go and smiled at me before knitting his fingers with mine and dragging me to the next class.

We had art, Kenny, Fatass, Stan and I were usually a group so as we waited with our canvas for the art teacher to give us the paint Kenny and Cartman were cracking gay jokes.

Fuckers.

"Hitler thought nothing could make jews even more disgusting, he never met the rare gay ginger jersey jew" Cartman laughed it up. I felt tempted to punch him in the nuts but the art teacher gave me a warning last class.

"Kyle how badly does you butt hurt in the morning?" Kenny asked in a teasing way. I turned to Stan for support but he was sitting across from me on one of the chairs we had pushed to the back of the classroom to create space.

"Aww kinny, the jew lover isn't here to beat our asses till Kyle's butt feels better" Cartman leaned over to my ear to whisper. He smirked over at Stan who held a glare at Cartman. I pushed Cartman away because he was too close to me.

"Don't push me Kike" he snapped and pushed at me. He used his weight to an advantage and pushed me into the canvas. I fell onto the wooden canvas, Stan was on the case. He looked from me to Cartman, anger visible on his face.

Stan stalked towards us but just in time the art teacher steps back into class holding a cardboard box full of paint."I'm back!" The art teacher announced loudly.

Stan's eyes narrowed on Cartman with hands squeezed into fists by his side. "Dude after school I will kick your fat ass" Stan snapped.

I got up quickly to defend Cartman but then I realised I really wouldn't care if Stan kicked his ass. I mean he deserved it, still it irked me that Stan was treating me like a chick.

Cartman stared shocked because Stan was a calm guy that never really cared for fighting or arguing. His mouth hung open for a few seconds and his eyes moved to me in sort of a 'control him' sort of way but I looked away from to Kenny who had zoomed off to spread the news of the fight.

"Well I am not scared of you, you fuckin' pussy jew lover" Cartman growled at Stan.

"3 o'clock playground" Stan snapped. Before running up to the teacher to get us paint.

Cartman was gone when I turned to pick up the canvas. I watched Kenny with slight interest, he suddenly tripped and fell out the window breaking the glass.

"Oh my fuck it killed Kenny!" Stan yelled. He ran up to me and stood by my side. He was probably worried I'd trip like Kenny since I was clumsy.

"You bastard!" I yelled before turning back to Stan. "Get the paint Stan I want to start finger painting"

STAN POV

I had no problem with Cartman or his gay jokes, I had no problem with him and Kenny calling me a pussy. Fuck I even had no problem with the pushing Kyle if it hadn't been after Kyle had felt up Cartman's chest.(Rested his hands on Cartman's to push him away)

Or the fact Cartman had gotten so close to Kyle and whispered into his ear so sexually, after that Kyle blushed slightly. It fucking pissed me off.

Kyle hand place his hands over Cartman's chest and it burned me more. Cartman then pushed Kyle down, he looked like a fucking sexual predator and Kyle was MINE and I didn't share.

I was going to sock him and punch him in his fat face repeatedly. He got lucky the teacher came in, after school he was dead.

"Stan" Kyle's voice drew me out of my thoughts. He stared at me with those huge green eyes. He had a smile across his lips and his spoon to my lips.

It was lunch,Kyle and I sat alone on our usual group table, he had a his spoon full of pudding at my lips. It was a cute gesture, really fucking cute if we a) were alone and b) not in the fucking cafeteria.

I blushed, it was embarrassing as fuck but I opened my mouth. He fed it to me, He stared at me for a moment. "Kyle do you..." I cut myself off. I knew Kyle hated Cartman yet I felt sort of jealous now that I thought about it.

"Do I what?" He played with his spoon in his sugar free pudding cup. His eyes now on his pudding as he stirred it, the way he bit his lip was turning me on.

I grabbed his hand and he looked up at me. "Do you like Cartman?" His eyes widened and snatched his hand from me.

"What the fuck are you talking about Stan?" He asked, he glared at me. He froze and he looked hurt "is that what the whole fight is about?"

"Its just...?" I began but he was packing up and leaving. "Kyle wait" I followed after him, leaving my bag and lunch at the table.