"If you wake them up, I'll punch your teeth in." Kyle threatened from the corner of Stan's closet, while Stan double checked if the door was locked.
"They're not going to." He said as he switched the lights off and sat down in front of his friend. Kyle bit the inside of his cheek and crossed his arms, satisfied with the fact that Stan couldn't see his face redden in the dark. Cartman and Butters were asleep, and they were supposed to be keeping watch for their parents, but then Stan came up with the genius idea of practicing to kiss.
With Kyle.
"Go." Stan ordered, leaning in hesitantly, until Kyle could feel his breath against his mouth. The jew leaned backwards, shutting his eyes tightly and parting his mouth. Suddenly and knowingly, Stan brought his hands up to Kyle's shoulders and pushed him to the ground.
"Dude!" Kyle tried to lower his voice to a whisper, but it came out loud and shaky. Stan grinned before forcefully kissing him and tightening his grip on his shoulders. It was fast, but Kyle still felt himself trembling as Stan straddled him to keep him in place.
"Just practice, right?" Stan tried to reason with Kyle, who couldn't figure out what to do with his hands until Stan was kissing him again. He grasped Stan's jacket in hopes that he wouldn't pull away before they were both gasping for air. The kiss only broke when Stan lowered one of his hands to Kyle's stomach, and the jew accidently moaned, causing Stan to laugh at the needy tone.
Despite the silence and the door acting as their barricade against the world, it still felt like everyone knew what they were doing. Sure, it was "just practice", but anyone who knew wouldn't treat it that way. Hell, Kyle wasn't even treating it that way. Deep down he knew it was wrong, but he liked the feeling of Stan being so close to him.
When Stan pulled away and rubbed at his eyes, Kyle didn't even realize that he was pitching a tent.
Until Stan pointed it out.
"Gross." Stan snickered, but covered his mouth when he remembered that they weren't the only ones here.
"Uh." Kyle was speechless, but quickly got over himself as he sat up, pushing Stan off of him and covering his obvious erection with his jacket. "Sorry."
"It's fine, dude." Stan kissed him quickly again, much to Kyle's dismay. "I'm going out to keep watch for the calves or something."
"Wait-"
Stan paused and looked back at Kyle, who was a mess of shaky limbs and thoughts of him and Stan kissing again.
"Nevermind." Kyle shook his head and stayed behind while Stan closed the door, leaving his friend behind with a vague understanding of what falling in love felt like.