Notes: This lovely little oneshot comes from the goings on nightly with my boyfriend…though now we usually use two separate covers, until I get cold from the blasting AC and try to kidnap part of his blanket.
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South Park © Matt and Trey
Cover Hog
He didn't know what time it was, but he did know that: it was still dark, he was in Stan's bed, and it was hella cold.
The redhead shivered as he blinked a few lazy times at the back of his best friend's head and pulled his knees as close to his chest as he could and curled his fists in between his chest and knees in his semi-sleep state
"Damn blanket hog," he mumbled as he reluctantly pulled a hand from the barely existent warmth of his body, reaching for and tugging fruitlessly at the blanket Stan had wrapped himself completely in. His rage began to slowly boil as he continued tugging in a useless struggle, almost fully awake by this point. With a growl of frustration, he sat up and pulled with both hands, but still to no avail.
It was only a few moments later that he realized, thanks to his more cognizant state of mind, that Stan was basically a burrito in the huge comforter, the edges either beneath the boy or on the other side of him.
Kyle sighed, reaching a hand out to his friend's buried shoulder. "Stan," he said as he gently rocked him. "Stan…" Nothing. "God damn it, Stanley! Share the blanket!" he roared as he tried to roll the other boy over.
But still Stan didn't move, he simply kept breathing normally with a hint of a snore every few breaths.
With yet another frustrated sigh, Kyle flung his legs over the bed and stomped to the door, disappearing to the bathroom, returning shortly after with a happy bladder. And upon his return, he stopped just shortly after closing the door, hunching over slightly with his arms dangling loosely as he stared exasperatedly at his friend.
Not only was Stan still a burrito in the haven of the comforter, but he was also lying in the middle of the bed with his arms sprawled across both pillows and one of his feet sticking out.
Standing and staring daggers was doing nothing to help with the cold, Kyle decided as he cross the room, kneeling on the bed and tugging at the blanket again. If only Stan were ticklish…he had the perfect opportunity…
Reluctantly accepting defeat, the enraged redhead flopped down, his head resting on Stan's arm, but he didn't care. At this point he was hoping he could cut off the circulation and the appendage would fall off.
It was only minutes later that Kyle felt a little hopeful of getting the blanket back when the noirette began to shift around. During the movement, there came a gust of cold air followed shortly after by the soft, thick warmth of the blanket.
"It's about damn time," Kyle said as he rolled onto his side, facing away from Stan, and pulling the blanket snugly below his chin. "Now could ya move your arm?"
Within seconds, the arm that the redhead was uncomfortably resting on shifted down to rest between Kyle's neck and the pillow, much more comfortable that beneath his head, soon followed by Stan's other arm draping around Kyle's waist as he scooted closer so that his chest was pressed against the redhead's back.
As all this happened, Kyle's face burst into a flush as he tensed then relaxed into the embrace.
"Do you know how long I've waited for a chance like this?" Stan mumbled against Kyle's neck before placing a chaste kiss there, nuzzling closer to his best friend.
And just like that, it was suddenly too hot under that damn blanket.
