Title: Kyle's first kiss
Summary: Kyle's now sixteen and still hasn't found the right person to share that special moment with. But how come that one kiss, that didn't seem like it meant anything at the time, lead to something more? Rated M for yaoi! Kyle's POV.
Disclaimer: no I am not the genius behind South Park.
What's everyone big deal about their first kiss?
All it is is pressing your lips together.
Nothing special.
Or at least that's what I thought.
I was comforting Stan about his break-up with Wendy, hugging him and promising that everything was going to be okay, after all we are best friends.
When I was hugging him I was getting strange feelings, in the pit of my stomach, like butterflies.
Why was I getting butterflies over Stan, it's not like we were dating or I'd only just me him.
"Hey Stan, have you ever had your first kiss?"
Dude! Who asks some one that? Where the fuck did that come from, it's not like I was going to kiss him.
As much as I wanted to I couldn't.
It all happened months ago when we sat in his room.
The way he looked at me, the way he acted around me, I thought I might just have a chance.
The way his scent took over the air around me, the way his eyes glistened in the sunlight.
He's just perfect.
"Um, well, no I haven't."
He looked up at me, eyes focused on mine.
Is this really going to happen, am I going to kiss Stan Marsh?
"Have you?" He asked a little to eagerly, his eyes were still focused on mine.
"No, not yet. I haven't found the right person."
I could now feel his breath on my lips; I could taste the tears that he'd swallowed.
His breathing started getting heavier as did mine, was this a dream?
His eyes averted down to my lips and then back up to my eyes again.
He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me in closer to him, our bodies so close I could feel his heart beating, it was beating so rapidly.
"How about me? Do you want to kiss me?" He breathed.
Somehow this was turning me, extremely bad. I could feel my pants starting to become tight and uncomfortable. It was actual starting to hurt.
He moved his head forward so that our foreheads were touching, this is the closest I've ever been to him and it felt great.
I decided to place my hands on his neck and pulled me in even closer.
His lips brushed against mine, and I found myself wanting more, needing more.
Why is this taking him so long?
Does he want to saver the moment or something?
I decided to take matters into my own hands and made our lips touch.
It was just a small kiss, but I felt great and I suddenly found myself emotionally attached to Stan.
"Kyle, there's been something that I've been wanting to do for a while now and well um-"
I stopped him, "what is it?" I asked.
Our bodies were still pressed against each other and our eyes still focused on one another.
He never responded with words he just kissed me again, this time it wasn't just a little kiss.
The shock of the kiss caused me to gasp; he took this opportunity to enter his tongue.
Within seconds I found myself kissing back and we were battling for dominance.
I lost; it wasn't much of a surprise to me though.
Stan pushed me down onto the bed and continued kissing me.
Were we going to go all the way?
What's going on?
He took his attention away from my lips and started nibbling at my neck.
Causing me to let out a couple of throaty yet quiet moans.
This is all happening to fast; it's everything I ever wanted but not straight after he broke up with Wendy.
Why did he even break up with Wendy?
"Stan, I know this isn't really the right time to ask you this but how come you and Wendy broke up?"
And now I feel completely retarded for asking him that.
They'll have just gotten into another fight again, nothing serious.
He stopped kissing and nibbling at my neck and his eyes were focused on mine again.
"I told her the truth." He said in a annoyed kind of voice.
I knew that he wasn't annoyed with me and that he was annoyed with Wendy.
But the truth, truth about what?
"I told her I was… gay." He said swallowing at the same time.
STAN'S GAY!
Well of course I know that now, but I didn't before we kissed.
I didn't know how to respond to this with words, so I just pulled him back into a heated kiss.
I noticed Stan's hand avert to my pants and started to try and undo them.
"No Stan, not now, I'm not ready." I said grabbed his hand.
It's true I really wasn't ready.
Stan pulled away from the kiss and said those four words I longed to hear.
"I love you Kyle."
This moment is now perfect.
Now I understand why everyone's so obsessed with talking about their first kiss.
It's the best thing that could of ever happened to me.
"I love you to Stan."
Chapter one-tick!
I kinda liked that, it's better than my other stuff, I think.
Yaoi to come in either the next chapter or the chapter after, I'm not going to make this into a long story but it will have about 3-4 chapters.
Hope you enjoyed this. R&R!
-Kira.