Two guys naked in a hot tub
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"Oh really!?" Kyle Brofloski was yelling at his dad, seemingly in the middle of a heated argument. His hat was thrown aside in rage and his hair –although tamed by hair products- was on end. Last week was his seventeenth birthday, and he had finally decided to come out to his dad. He and Stan had started dating a year ago, and though they never went very far it was obvious to those around them how deep the relationship went.
"Yes really!" he shouted back, equally distraught.
"You talk all the time about how being less than perfect isn't ok! You always say different is bad! Oh yeah!? Well why can't I date Stan when you've jacked off with his father in a hot tub!?" Kyle so mad at this point and would have said anything. Unfortunately that is what he had said. Years back when they were still eight a shooting star party at the counselor's house Stan was dragged along. Him and a few others snuck out of the vent and Stan escaped, only to see what his dad and Kyle's dad were doing in the hot tub. Stan, of course, being the loyal best friend had told Kyle all about it.
"..What?" His dad paled and stopped, suddenly not as mad as he was shocked. Both were thankful that Kyle's mom wasn't home.
"You heard me! I know all about you and Randy Marsh. God you're such a hypocrite! Is it because I'm 'too young'? Well let me tell you we aren't! I couldn't even repeat what Kenny has done; I've seen plenty of my share." Kyle was beyond pissed, reaching that state of scary eerie calmness while he gritted his teeth. "I won't live with this anymore, and frankly I don't give a fuck!" Kyle ran upstairs slammed open his door and took his bag: filled with school supplies. He filled the rest up with basic things: toothbrush, hair products, combs, clothes, underwear. Kyle's dad was in a state of shock still downstairs and remained that way even when his son –hat forgotten on the floor- slammed the front door and ran to Stan's house.
Stan, meanwhile, was lying in bed listening to his 'Kyle playlist' a bunch of songs that remind him of his boyfriend. A sharp rapping on his window snapped him out of his stupor. He ran up to the window and opened it to find Kyle precariously balanced on a tree branch with his bag looking overstuffed. Stan pulled him in and frowned. "Didn't go well huh?" It was more a rhetorical question, not that the other even answered. Kyle slid down onto the floor eyes closed and pained expression. Stan sat next to him offering silent comfort. Red curls landed on his shoulder as he gave in and leaned against him.
"Why do you have to be so tall?" he cracked a small smile and looked up at his boyfriend. Stan pulled some red curls away from his face and grinned back at him. He didn't answer Kyle but gave him a sweet kiss to the lips. It was over fast but gave a lot of comfort. Kyle curled up into him and for once relaxed. Stan plugged in his music and gave him one ear bud while he wore the other. The two boys fell asleep like that: leaned in and wrapped around, Kyle still having his coat on and his hair askew from wind and running. There were peaceful smiles on their lips. They were left alone the next day except for a few texts from Kenny, Tweek and Craig. Neither could be happier, they did after all, have each other.