"The second group will consist of Kyle Broflofski, Stan Marsh, Tweek Tweak, and Butters." KYle turned to face his best friend, a coy smile on their faces as they high fived each other! "You four boys will be rooming together so be sure to get along and not cause any trouble." Mr. Garrison rattled on talking about the other groups. It was their last school trip together and Stan and Kyle had managed to not only score the same group, but they'd even be rooming together. The best friends were more than ready to take their senior trip to New York City by storm.
Kyle screamed as Stan dropped an ice cube down his back. It was the first night of the trip and all four boys were accompanied by the rest of the boys in their class. Tweek and Craig sat holding hands, Butters sat unusually close to Clyde, Kenny was next, along with Eric, and finally Stan and a shrieking Kyle closed the circle. They wanted to play truth or dare and include the girls, but they were already retiring to bed, supposedly so they could wake up and get ready in time to leave tomorrow. So the boys decided to go ahead and play without them, much digress to the protests of Cartman. "It's a giant sausage fest!" He had screamed as he plopped down onto the floor pouting. Kyle shrieked one last time, finally shaking the ice cube out of his parka. "Ugh, Butters you're absolutely the worst! What kind of dare is that?!" Stan snickered at the red head, earning a prompt punch on the arm. "O-ok Kyle! It's your t-turn to spin the bottle!" Kyle cast an evil grin around the room as he reached for the bottle. He gave it a forceful spin and snickered as it pointed at Stan. Cutting his eyes, Stan met Kyle's gaze. The ginger boy clapped his hands together as he pointed to his best friend. "Stan! I want you to give a lapdance to whoever you spin the bottle on!" Kyle fell backwards in a fit of giggles. No one knew, but secretly Stan had taken lessons from youtube on how to give a lapdance a few years back to impress his old crush Wendy. This was gonna be good. Stan rolled his eyes and spun the bottle as Kyle still howled with laughter. His laughter stopped abruptly when he noticed the bottle was pointing at him. The other boys started snickering. Kyle started laughing again knowing Stan wouldn't be able to do it. He was too much of a prude; even going so far as to wait until he was 17 to have sex with Wendy, as he was advised by Chef in their early years. Stan narrowed his eyes, guessing exactly what Kyle was thinking. Stan motioned towards Butters. "Butters! Bring me a chair!" Kyle's eyes widened and then narrowed. What was Stan doing? He wasn't supposed to be this bold. "Cartman! Play this song!" He punched in something on his phone and threw it to Cartman. Cartman went to the speaker and pressed play. Stan turned to Kyle and motioned for him to sit in the chair, a steely look in his eyes as he regarded the red headed boy. Kyle stood and gingerly sat in the chair, eyes widening as Stan sat in his lap and brought his hips up to meet his smoothly. Stan's right hand glided across kyle's body as he rotated his hips across kyle's, paying a lot of attention to the tent slowly forming between Kyle's legs. Stan stepped one foot down and rotated, pressing his ass into the now blushing Kyle's lap. Fine, the embarrassed boy thought seethingly, he wants to play like that, and with that, he reached up around and grabbed Stan through his pants. Stan blanched, jerking away from the red head as Cartman hastily stopped the music. "Guys, that was so gay. Like, Tweek and Craig are here, and that is so gay." Cartman spoke up through the silence. The rest of the boys murmured, agreeing while trying not to meet the two boys' eyes. Stan started laughing and bowing, as the boys laughed and teased him about being able to give a lapdance. Kyle sat in the chair gripping and ungripping his fist. Stan had been hard.