Wooooo sorry it took so long you guys! I've been busy writing a huge ass university report, and then moving back into my rez apartment! I'll try not to take so long next time.

Thank you all for such a positive response on my first chapter. I couldn't be more pleased.

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Chapter 2 – Their Own Volition

Kyle and Stan awoke the next day in a very unusual manner. This could have been due to a number of things that gave them a slightly odd appearance. Perhaps it was the fact that Stan had become cold in the night and as a result, was wearing both his and Kyle's pajama tops. Or perhaps it was the fact that Kyle himself had become cold and tried to fit inside his shirt along with Stan, and upon failing miserably, had settled for Stan's arms around him. He however, still managed to get one of his arms threaded through Stan's shirt which awkwardly curled around his boyfriend's back.

Or perhaps it was the fact that they decided to have a wrestling match in the middle of the night which had resulted in them falling off the bed, taking most of it along with them. The mattress had slid half off the bed and the boys were lying on the floor in a crumpled heap a few feet away, sans blankets.

Kyle was the first to awaken, as was usual. It took him a few moments to remember he was in Stan's room, and a few more to remember how the hell they had gotten on the floor. For a brief moment, he had suspected that they had had some REALLY wild sex that night, but then disregarded it as he was pretty sure he'd remember that.

Kyle kissed his boyfriend's nose, intending to wake him up, of which nothing availed. Stan was a deep sleeper, as in I-could-sleep-through-an-earthquake deep. It wasn't a wonder he had slept right through his alarm on multiple occasions, making him late for class. He tried licking the side of his face; that didn't work either.

Kyle briefly contemplated closing Stan's mouth and covering his nostrils until he was forced to his senses, but then decided that it was way too dangerous to block off his asthmatic boyfriend's air passages. As a last resort, Kyle untangled his arm from Stan's shirt and rolled over on top of the boy, squishing their faces together.

Stan groaned then attempted to roll over. Once he realized he couldn't due to the weight on top of him, he ventured to open an eye. Upon seeing Kyle's own eyes mere centimeters away from his own, he couldn't help but smile. He had to admit the scenery had definitely improved around there since Kyle came to visit.

"Hi," Kyle breathed into his boyfriend's face. They were close enough that Kyle's nose was pressed up against Stan's cheek, and whenever he spoke they were nearly kissing.

"Hey you," Stan breathed back, fully opening his eyes while rewrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist. "Where'd all the blankets go?" Kyle made a gesture with his free arm over to the pile on top of the mattress, which was obviously impossible for Stan to see and he could not turn his head due to the fact that Kyle's face was still gouged into his own.

"Over there," Kyle replied helpfully. Stan sniggered at Kyle, kissing him briefly. Kyle kissed him back, holding on to his bottom lip for a second before pulling away. This act both turned on and scared Stan. Doing that usually inferred WANTING someone, which inferred sex. And despite the fact that losing his virginity to his best friend completely excited him in more than one way, Stan still hadn't figured out the mechanics of the whole thing yet. He knew the basic concepts, but the way you did it with guys sounded kind of … painful. And the concept still grossed him out a little. Making out with Kyle was one thing. Sticking THAT up THERE was another. He also vaguely wondered why he hadn't thought of this before, and why he was thinking about it so much now.

Stan shrugged off the notion for the time being. He'd worry about that if it ended up coming up at some point. Until then, he'd just enjoy the kissing and fooling around aspects of their relationship.

Stan and Kyle's brief kisses turned into yet another make out session until Stan lifted his head and accidentally hit it rather roughly against the floor. At this point he was awake enough to draw himself over to the mattress, pulling it fully off of the bed before continuing their epic tongue war. It ended with both boys feeling rather exhausted and falling back asleep again.

This had been the story of their night so far. They'd go to bed, wake up, make out, go back to bed, wake up, fool around and so forth. They had lost all concept of time and count of how many times they'd waken up during the night, and at this rate, day.

Nonetheless, they were both surprised when the next time they woke up it was 6 o clock in the evening. Upon closer inspection of themselves, they realized they were, in fact, starving to death. This was quite literal on Kyle's part, as after a brief blood-sugar test, he discovered that he was almost dangerously low. Stan, deciding to play the hero, gave Kyle his shirt back before picking up his love and carrying him to the nearest source of food on campus while still in their bedclothes in the freezing cold, despite many protests of 'I'm fine!' and 'I'm not crippled you retard!'

They entered the local fast food restaurant without so much as a second look from others. After surveying the area, Kyle discovered that nearly everyone was in their pajamas, and concluded that it probably wasn't that rare to see one boy carrying another one into a restaurant.

"Are you okay?" Stan asked him as he set him down. Kyle turned to face Stan, trying to glare but failing as the look of concern on Stan's face cracked him up.

"Dude, I'm fine, why the hell are you freaking out?" Kyle laughed at him.

Stan frowned, crossing his arms. "I'm just trying to help. I don't want you seizure-ing all over the place."

Kyle sighed rather loudly, still trying to withhold his giggles. Stan looked adorable when he was concerned. "Stan, how many seizures have you EVER seen me have?"

Stan thought about this. "One, I think."

"Right. And how long ago was it?"

"Uh, I dunno, back in seventh grade or something?"

Kyle nodded. "I know how to take care of myself. And I'm only mildly diabetic, so you can stop freaking out now."

Stan smiled lightly at his boyfriend. "Well maybe I like taking care of you," he stated, pulling his boyfriend in for a hug.

"I'm not like this priceless crystal glass that will break if you touch it," Kyle protested lightheartedly.

"I don't know about the crystal bit, but the priceless seems about right," Stan whispered seductively into Kyle's ear. Kyle couldn't help but blush despite the cheesy pick up line. He kissed Stan briefly before releasing himself from his grip.

"That's adorable," he said jokingly as he moved up in line.

"YOU'RE adorable," Stan retorted after him, failing at making it sound like an insult. "You are your BIG nose are adorable!"

"Hey!" Kyle exclaimed, hands immediately flying to cover it. Back in the ninth grade, when his nose really started to become prominent, he had been completely ashamed of conforming to the Jewish stereotype. He had taken a lot of crap for that, mostly from Cartman.

"I'm not insulting you!" Stan defended, taking one of Kyle's hands from his face and clasping it in his own. "Your nose really is adorable."

Kyle raised an amused eyebrow at this. "My nose is adorable?"

"Yes," Stan confirmed. "Sexy, in fact. Kyle, you have a very sexy nose. I wish my nose was as sexy as yours."

Kyle snickered. "You're really weird, you know that?"

"Can I take your order PLEASE?" The cashier asked them for the third time, bringing both boys out of their inclusive reverie.

"Do you have anything kosher?" Stan asked, completely serious, causing Kyle to crack up all over again.

"Holy shit Stan, as long as it's not pig I really don't care!" He choked out while wiping tears from his eyes.

"Maybe it's for me!" Stan retorted.

"You're not Jewish!"

"Maybe I converted!"

"Did you?"

"…no."

Kyle grinned smugly at him. "So enough of this girl treatment, all right?"

"Fine, you ungrateful asshole, you can buy your own food then!" Stan smacked Kyle lightly.

"Dude, you didn't even give me enough time to put on shoes, let alone get my wallet," Kyle rationalized with Stan, pointing down at his bare feet on the dirty floor.

"That's sick!" Stan observed.

"Well it's your fault."

"For the love of GOD can I PLEASE just take your order? There's a lineup!" The cashier exclaimed, nearing her wits end. She clearly did not find Kyle and Stan's antics nearly as amusing as the authoress did.

Stan took their orders and retrieved their food before retreating into a corner table. Some pointless dialogue and two meals later, both boys were feeling much better, and Stan became less concerned for the health of his best friend.

"So what are we doing tonight?" Kyle asked Stan once they were finished. "You know this area better than me."

Stan shrugged. "Whatever. There was this lame dance that Dylan wanted me to go to with him. There's this girl that Dylan likes that is apparently going, and he's a total pussy," Stan explained further.

"How does he know she's going?"

Stan shrugged. "I don't know, but he practically stalks her so I wouldn't be surprised if he heard her mention it."

"'Kay. Let's go then."

Stan was surprised by this. "Yeah? Since when do you go to dances? You don't dance."

Kyle grinned. "Because I CAN'T. And besides, only half the people that go to dances actually dance. We can always just stand in the corner and insult people from afar."

"And then after the dance…" Stan trailed off, grinning deviously at Kyle at his hand inched up his thigh under the table.

Kyle flushed a little. "We may have to leave early," he implied further.

Stan's grin broadened as he saw the effect he was having on his friend. "And what should we do until it starts?" Kyle leaned across the table and kissed his boyfriend, one hand playing with the neck of his shirt.

"I have an idea."

Stan, feeling incredibly turned on, practically leapt out of his seat, grabbed Kyle by the hand and dragged him out the door into the snow.

"AAAAAAAAAH DUDE!" Kyle exclaimed rather loudly. "FEET! COLD!"

Stan looked down, immediately feeling guilty for dragging his boyfriend out into the snow in his bare feet.

"Guess I'll have to pick you up again," Stan stated, knowing full well Kyle wouldn't be pleased with that.

"Nevermind, I'll just walk," Kyle grumbled, hopping from foot to foot in the cold.

"Ah, but what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let your feet get frosted off?" Stan declared, scooping Kyle right off the ground.

Kyle grumbled again. "I hate you," he muttered as he rested his head against his boyfriend's chest.

The walk back was as quick as it had taken them to get there, but it had since become darker out and colder, and Kyle's feet felt frozen by the time they got back. As Stan put Kyle back down to pull his key out of his pocket, Kyle nearly toppled over from the numbness, and Stan had had to catch him and wait several seconds until Kyle could stand on his own again.

"Hey, are we still on for tonight?" Dylan asked Stan as they passed through.

"Yeah, Kyle's coming too," was Stan's brief reply. His feelings at the restaurant hadn't died down on the walk, if anything they had tripled in intensity. He pulled eagerly on Kyle's hand. Despite the fact that they had been doing nothing but making out and sleeping for the past twenty four hours, Stan couldn't help but feel eager all over again to run his hands and mouth all over Kyle.

"You guys aren't going to be sucking face or anything the entire time we're there, are you?" Dylan started cautiously.

Stan paused to consider. "Well that depends."

Dylan bit. "On what?"

"-on whether we fill our quota right now," Kyle finished, snickering.

"What? AW, EW!" Dylan exclaimed.

"Like you're one to talk. If all goes well with that girl, either we won't see you at all, or we'll see YOU sucking her face off in the corner somewhere." Stan told him.

Dylan pondered this. "Yeah, probably," he admitted.

"SomeetyoutherethenIguess," Stan let out in one breath as he shoved Kyle inside his room, locking the door in one smooth motion before tackling his love back onto the mattress.

"Jesus Christ your feet are cold," Stan noted. He touched Kyle's arms and face. "In fact, you're cold all over."

"I may have hypothermia," Kyle exaggerated, more complaining than insinuating.

Stan sighed. "Yeah, well I know the drill. Body heat, yada yada yada," he said as he removed Kyle's shirt, then his own. Tongue and lips became intertwined within moments, and Stan found himself thinking once more about sex with his best friend. And while the thoughts were doing wonders for his lower regions, his head still seemed clouded and confused.

The two boys arrived to the dance later on, not surprisingly. After locating Dylan standing in a corner staring wistfully after some little blonde girl, they approached him.

"Dude, you haven't even TALKED to her yet?" Stan demanded. Dylan's face was a mixture of longing and anxiety as he turned to glare at Stan.

"Shut up! I haven't even been here that long yet," he snapped rudely. His face had gone a shade whiter than what was typical for the average human being.

"Just go say hi or something!" Stan prodded, trying to shove Dylan in the direction of the girl.

"It's not that easy!" Dylan complained, digging his heels into the ground.

"Sure it is. You Go. Now."

"I changed my mind." Dylan said stubbornly.

Stan rolled his eyes. "You are such a little pussy."

Dylan seemed seriously offended by this. "I am NOT!"

Stan kept on at this angle, as it seemed to work. "You ARE. You're a little bitch, and you're never going to get her if you don't talk to her. People get creeped out when you stare at them for long periods of time."

"FINE!" Dylan practically shouted, eyes gleaming an annoyance of sorts. "Just to show you up!" He stormed off, on a warpath towards the girl. Just as he got really near her, he suddenly veered away, aiming for the food tables.

Stan couldn't help it. He cracked up laughing.

"I'm guessing that he's the shy type," Kyle stated, trying hard not to laugh himself.

"No shit," Stan said, wiping a tear from his eye.

"I'm going to get a drink," Kyle suddenly decided, heading off towards the bar. Too bad he didn't have a fake ID.

Stan followed Kyle closely behind, until something made him stop dead in his tracks. Something so terrifying, so horribly dreadful that his blood curdled.

"Stan? Oh my God Stan is that you?" The sugar- sweet voice asked from behind him. Stan winced, and turned around to face her. Kyle noticed Stan's sudden stop, and retreated back to his side.

Mandy. Stan's ex girlfriend. The one Stan hadn't seen at all since they broke up. Save for that one time a month back when they had accidentally bumped into each other. Mandy had just glared at him and stormed away.

Yet now it was like she was a completely different person. She beamed at Stan, rushing forwards to give him a hug, dragging Stan's neck towards the ground. Stan, not sure of how to respond, hugged her briefly back. Kyle in the meantime, was watching the whole scenario with a rather horrified look of amusement on his face. If amusement could be horrified. He recognized the voice from the phone; it had taken him exactly two seconds to figure out who this was.

"Oh my God how ARE you?" She shrieked into his ear. Stan couldn't understand it – she was treating him like an old friend. Not like an ex boyfriend after a bad breakup.

"Uh, I'm fine… Mandy," Stan replied, unsure. "How are you?"

Mandy giggled, sounding more enthusiastic than what was needed for the situation. "I'm doing GREAT, actually. I did SO well in my classes first term, and my classes are SO easy this term!" Mandy blinked as she acknowledged Kyle. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. You're one of Stan's friends?" She held her hand out to initiate a handshake, winking at the appalled boy.

"I'm Kyle," he introduced himself carefully.

Mandy blinked again, as if she recognized the name from a while ago, but had long since forgotten the significance of it.

Stan, on the other hand, did not like the way Mandy winked at Kyle, as harmless as it seemed. He grabbed Kyle rather roughly by the waist, drawing him protectively towards himself.

"My boyfriend," Stan filled in the blanks for her.

Mandy's eyes widened for a moment in remembrance, then narrowed sharply and suddenly. Her hand tightened in Kyle's grip, and the way she was looking at him made Kyle very nervous. It was similar to the look he had seen in Wendy Testaburger's eyes a while back, when Miss Ellen had supposedly tried to take Stan away from her. He broke the connection hastily.

"Ah. I see," she said in a deadly monotone, turning her attention completely back to Stan. Apparently ignoring Kyle would make him disappear. "Well then I'LL have to introduce you MY boyfriend," she added nastily. All Kyle could think of was the fact that Mandy was clearly not over Stan. This seemed like some sort of pathetic jealousy ploy.

Mandy looked around, searching for the person in question. "I'll be right back," she added smoothly as she went to retrieve a figure sitting at the bar, downing a drink of some sort. Either he had a fake ID or he was older than they were.

"She totally still likes you," Kyle hissed to Stan.

Stan looked worried at this. "Shit. You think?" Stan grabbed Kyle's waist tighter, somehow convinced that his boyfriend's closeness could ward off the jealous she-beast.

Mandy dragged the stumbling boy over to them. He was obviously very drunk.

"Stan," she started, once again completely ignoring Kyle, "This is my BOYFRIEND, Ryan. He's the captain of the football team AND was voted M.I.P. his first year here. Isn't that SO awesome? And in another year he'll be graduating. He's just so amazing, isn't he?" She gushed.

Ryan, seemingly barely conscious at it was, smacked Stan's shoulder probably more roughly than he intended.

"You snooze you lose eh pal?" He managed to say despite his inebriated state. "Can't complain though. Thanks to you I've got the hottest piece of ass on campus."

Had Stan been prepared for this comment, he would have argued the point. Clearly Kyle's ass was the hottest on campus, if only for a temporary period of time. But he wasn't, and both Stan's and Kyle's mouths dropped. What was it about these girls that always put themselves into situations where they'd only get hurt?

Mandy laughed nervously at her drunken boyfriend's comment. "Ryan, you said you wouldn't say that anymore…"

Ryan shrugged. "Whatever. I'm going to get another beer. Later." And with that he stumbled away and sat back down at the open bar.

"Great, isn't he…" She trailed off, small smile fading. Her cheeks flushed pink.

"Mandy…" Stan started carefully, not exactly sure how to approach this without sounding jealous. As much as Mandy drove him insane, it wasn't right for her to be with a jackass like that guy.

Mandy held up her hand. "Stop, Stan, I know what you're going to say," she began crossly. "You had your chance with me, and you gave that up. I love Ryan."

"But -," Stan tried to say.

"Unless … you still like me, of course," she breathed at Stan, taking a step closer.

Stan waved his hands in front of him in defense. "Woah, woah, Mandy you need to stop right now –"

"Why? Are you afraid to admit it then too?" Mandy demanded, becoming angry like a child who didn't get their way.

"Mandy, I've got someone. And I love him. And YOU have someone too," he pointed out.

Mandy once again was ignoring everything he was saying. "Don't lie to me, Stan Marsh-"

It was at this point that Kyle exploded. He couldn't stand to listen to any more of Mandy's pathetic attempts at taking HIS boyfriend from him.

"Uh, HELLO?" Kyle said, eyes narrowing as he clenched his fists. "I am standing RIGHT HERE, and I can hear EVERYTHING you are SAYING! LISTEN, Mandy! He's told you he's not interested like 500 FUCKING TIMES! This is why your relationship FAILED in the first place! You never listened to a DAMN THING he SAID! Get OVER it! If you're NOT happy with your relationship, then find another BOYFRIEND, but stop taking it out on US! You are not GETTING Stan, so BACK OFF!" Kyle finally exhaled, releasing the redness from his face and neck. Anger management his ass.

Mandy looked shocked beyond belief, but then a deadly glare flashed across her face. "YOU! Don't you DARE talk to me, you evil BASTARD!" She said through clenched teeth. "You EVIL, heartless fucker-"

"That's enough!" Stan exclaimed, pulling Kyle back from Mandy. He knew both of their tempers well enough that they could very well start screaming at each other in a moment. As flattered as Stan was that two people were fighting over him, he had to agree with Kyle. Mandy never HAD listened to him, and she wasn't getting Stan at any point in the future.

Mandy glared at Stan. "How dare you take his side! Don't you see how he's screwed with your head? You are not a gay man, Stan Marsh-"

"I'll be the judge of that," Stan responded rather snippily. "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk about my boyfriend like that."

"Yeah," Kyle piped up, because he could.

"Aaaargh I HATE YOU BOTH!" She screamed at the both of them. Her boyfriend seemed to take no notice of her from the other end of the room. She turned to Kyle, giving him a nearly demonic look. "FUCK YOU HOMEWRECKER! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" She screamed before running melodramatically from the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the girl flounce from the room, then focus shifted to the two boys that had caused it. After a few awkward moments, everyone seemed to lose interest and went back to their own business.

"Holy shit," Kyle breathed. "I had to see it to believe it."

Stan nodded. "I told you she's insane."

"I think I'm actually scared for my life. She's going to kill me."

"Nahh," Stan reassured his boyfriend, hugging him tightly. "Like I'd let her get anywhere near you again. Especially after that."

Kyle sighed, releasing the last of his anger. Stan's grasp had a tendency of making him feel better. And Stan didn't want Kyle to feel any emotions but the positive ones during the short time he was here.

"So apparently I'm a homewrecker," Kyle said, trying to sound lighthearted.

"You can't wreck a home that never existed," Stan pointed out logically. "Besides, I broke up with Mandy before. I came to you completely of my own volition."

Kyle smiled. "Me too," he said, and that was the last they thought about Mandy for a long time.

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Kyle and Stan stood off to the side for a while, just talking and enjoying each other's company. Eventually a bunch of really energetic songs came on, and Stan convinced Kyle to get up and dance with him, along with about a hundred other over-energized people. It took him a while, but Kyle eventually got really into it, apparently forgetting that he was a horrible dancer and just going with it. Stan really didn't care that Kyle had no rhythm, he looked adorable all the same.

As the more energetic songs ended and was replaced by a slower song, groups of girls and boys began to divide in search of partners of the opposite sex.

"Come on Kyle!" Stan said energetically, pulling his less-than-excited boyfriend towards him.

"I'm not slow dancing with you or anyone, Stan," he stated as Stan took him by the waist and grabbed his hand.

Stan pouted at this, refusing to release Kyle. "Why not?"

Kyle reflected on this. "Slow dancing with a dude is just so…. Gay. And I'm not even a good dancer."

"You don't have to be good to slow dance. It's easy," Stan stated, a little put off by his boyfriend. "And you ARE gay, aren't you? So what's the big deal?"

Kyle frowned, considering this. He hadn't really slow danced with anyone before, let alone a guy in a very public place.

"Come on Kyle," Stan whined, pulling him out into the dance floor with the other couples. "Or I'll sing the whole song to you."

Kyle seemed to be weighing his options. Stan wouldn't give him time to think.

"The dawwwwwn is breaking," he started in his off- tune voice.

"Aargh FINE!" Kyle finally exclaimed, laughing as he allowed himself to be led out, wrapping an arm around Stan's neck. Stan started the pace, and after a few moments Kyle caught on and was doing fine.

Even the best fall down sometimes…

"This isn't so bad now, is it?" Stan murmured into his Kyle's ear.

Even the wrong words seems to rhyme…

Kyle rested his head against his boyfriend's chest. "Nothing involving you is so bad," he murmured back, a light smile traced across his features.

Out of the doubt that fills my mind, I somehow find, you and I collide.

Stan smiled too, pulling his boyfriend closer to him. He released Kyle's hand in favour of wrapping his arm around his waist. Kyle let his own arm slide loosely around Stan's.

I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind…

"I love you so much Kyle," Stan said quietly, kissing his boyfriend's forehead.

"I love you Stan," Kyle replied softly, bringing his head up so he could kiss Stan's lips.

Even the stars refuse to shine…

"This should be our song," Stan mentioned absentmindedly. "Collide. Our first slow dance song."

"Also probably our last," Kyle joked.

Stan responded by kissing Kyle again. Kyle kissed back, and after a few moments he broke off their kisses by pulling at Stan's bottom lip gently again. He looked into Stan's eyes filled with love and adoration, and nervously took a breath as he decided to go for it. His heart was telling him to.

Don't stop here…

"I want you," Kyle whispered into Stan's ear, his voice a combination of excitement, anxiety and passion. Stan's grip tightened on Kyle for a moment, knowing exactly what he meant. Just looking at Kyle's eyes and the expression on his face told him that. Kyle looked at him nervously, for once not completely sure of how Stan would react.

Stan processed all of this in about two seconds. Once unsure, he now had a clearer view of the situation. Just feeling Kyle's body through his clothes told him that. Stan wanted Kyle, and Kyle wanted him too. Screw mechanics, they'd figure that out later. Stan brought Kyle even closer, rubbing their fronts together slightly. Kyle couldn't help but release a small gasp.

"Let's go back to my place," he said to Kyle, releasing him while walking to the side of the dance hall, hands in his pockets. Kyle closely followed behind.

Stan WAS going to say a quick 'goodbye' to Dylan, but upon noticing him in a corner with some random girl really going at it, Stan decided that perhaps it would be best if he left him alone.

They made it back to Stan's room in record time, both of them so excited and nervous that they could barely breathe, let alone speak. The second Stan shut the door he whirled around, grabbing Kyle by the shoulders and thrust him against the wall, smashing their faces together. Kyle's tongue shot into Stan's mouth, making him moan loudly as he felt Kyle up. Stan pushed his chest up roughly against Kyle's, sandwiching him to the wall. Their hips touched then were pushed together, making both boys feel as though there was no part of them that the other was not touching in some way.

Their tongues battled with each other for a while longer until Stan managed to push Kyle's tongue back into his own mouth. He instead starting going for Kyle's neck, starting at the jaw line and working him way down to the collar bone, where Kyle cried out and practically spasmed in his boyfriend's arms.

"Oh fuck Stan," He breathed, struggling with the hem of the other's boy's shirt. Stan had to stop his magic for a moment as his shirt came off over his head, and then Kyle's too. Arms around each other and mouths attached, they slowly made their way over to Stan's mattress still on the floor, collapsing onto it simultaneously while they attacked each other, sporadically running their hands all over each other's bodies. Neither boy could quite recall a time when they had been more turned on in their entire lives.

Stan grabbed Kyle's ass forcefully as Kyle fiddled with getting Stan's jeans undone. It took a while as Kyle's hands were shaking so much that he was having trouble getting the button undone. After a while, the thing finally came apart, and the rest of the pants came off within seconds. Stan didn't have as much difficulty with Kyle's although his hands were shaking just as badly. Finally rid of their troublesome pants, the boys were once again left with nothing but their boxers. Stan rolled over on top of Kyle, and the boys found themselves staring into each others' eyes. Kyle was grabbing onto Stan's shoulders, and Stan was holding onto Kyle's waist. They exchanged twin nervous laughs as they became aware of how increasingly sweaty they were becoming.

So this is it, Stan thought to himself.

"I want you too, Kyle," he breathed out to his partner before replacing his lips back to their rightful place over Kyle's, while simultaneously grinding himself hard into him. Kyle cried out again, and the second his mouth opened Stan viciously thrust his tongue into his mouth, muffling his cries with more moans of pleasure. Kyle arched his back, running his hands up Stan's spine leaving the boy with a tingling sensation. Stan grinded into him again, releasing even more blood to their lower body regions. The second Kyle went to moan again, Stan raked the roof of his mouth then grinded into him yet again, making Kyle's entire body quake with pleasure. Stan didn't leave him with enough time to even begin to understand what he was doing to him.

Kyle arched his pelvis, grinding himself into his boyfriend this time, making Stan shout his name in ecstasy. Neither boy could control what they were doing as they grinded with each other, their hands moving down to the hems of their boxers.

Stan hadn't been so hot in his entire life that he could recall. His hands toyed with the hem of Kyle's boxers as Kyle slowly began to slide Stan's off of him. His eyes looked to Stan's for reassurance, as though asking permission without saying anything. Stan smiled as best he could, responding to Kyle by slowly inching his own boxers off. They had never gone this far before, never been fully naked together. Stan's stomach squirmed with anticipation, and with something else that he forced from his mind.

Stan's boxers finally glided off, followed by Kyle's seconds later. And then they were gone, discarded somewhere on the floor. Stan's breath hitched as he tried to get his mind around the fact that he was naked with his best friend for the first time since they were three, when running around naked was a normal thing for children to do. Feeling Kyle fully and completely underneath him felt so natural, so meant to be.

Kyle rolled over on top of Stan as he allowed Kyle to become dominant. They were kissing again, but this time was different as both boys used their hands and other body parts to explore parts of each other than hadn't touched before.

"Oh my God …. Kyle …. I – I … I …. Luhh … la…" Stan tried to say, his thoughts and words becoming jumbled as Kyle reached between their bodies, grasping his manhood in his bare hand. The sensation of pleasure it created was quite simply off the Richter scale. Stan somehow managed to get himself to work enough to make his hand do the same to Kyle, enducing a very similar reaction in the other boy.

"אני רוצה אותך!" Kyle moaned into Stan. And although Stan couldn't find out what the hell Kyle was saying, the fact that his boyfriend had just screamed out in another language (he was guessing Hebrew) turned him on even more, if possible.

Kyle broke away from Stan's face to start kissing down his neck. He gradually made his way down his chest to just above his navel, thoroughly encouraged by Stan the entire way.

When Kyle broke away from Stan's stomach after a moment, kissing down even further, Stan knew exactly where he was headed. It excited him more than he ever thought imaginable. He felt incredibly turned on. He felt lusty. He felt anxious.

In short, he felt sick.

…

Oh shit.

Oh God, please God not now, he silently begged the heavens as Kyle continued what he was doing, completely unaware of the increasingly nauseous feeling in the pit of Stan's stomach.

Please don't let me hurl, for the love of Christ! Stan thought, looking up towards his ceiling. I swear I won't ask for anything ever again!

But the feeling, instead of dying down, seemed to double in strength within seconds. Kyle kissing down his abdomen was torture, but he couldn't concentrate on it anymore, as all of his will was bent on not being sick. And Stan was losing the battle. As he felt his stomach start to convulse, he did the last thing he could think of doing.

Stan Marsh held his breath.

Looking back on this, Stan would have been the first to admit it probably wasn't a very smart thing for him to do. It would have probably even been better if he had just puked and got it over with.

Instead, Stan held his breath. Which was a very, very bad idea when you were participating in an activity that required heavy breathing and high nerves. Add asthma to the equation, and a situation occurs.

After a few moments of silence from Stan, Kyle became vaguely confused and stopped what he was doing just inches from where Stan wanted it most, to look up into his partner's eyes.

"You all right?" He asked him, wondering why he had ceased all noises and general movements.

Stan, apart from feeling horribly nauseous, felt fine otherwise, until he opened his mouth to speak. Instead of the 'yes' he was aiming for, a rattling breath escaped his mouth as he felt his chest constrict.

Oh fuck, were his first thoughts as he realized what was happening.

Kyle's eyes widened, becoming increasingly concerned. "Stan?" He said, drawing himself off of the boy.

"uhh – I …. Fi – ine," Stan gasped out, feeling more embarrassed than anything else. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Stan let out another rattled breath as he struggled to breathe properly. His chest constricted even tighter.

Kyle, now fully concerned, leapt to his side. "Jesus Christ are you having an attack or something?" He demanded, panic in his voice. "Where the hell's your inhaler?"

"Fuhhhhhh-…. Ine!" Stan insisted, despite the fact that we was clearly not.

"WHERE THE HELL'S YOUR GODDAMN INHALER STAN?" Kyle shrieked at him.

Stan managed to motion towards his desk. He couldn't speak anymore; all of his attention was focused on just breathing. Worst of all, his stomach was still competing with his asthma for attention. If he puked now, it would off his air supply even more.

Kyle darted to Stan's desk, frantically scrambling and throwing things onto the floor in his panic to find Stan's much needed item. Moments later, he found it and rushed back to Stan's side. Kyle helped Stan hold it as Stan forced himself to inhale, which was becoming increasingly painful. Three puffs later, Kyle swung himself to behind Stan, leaning against the bed frame while propping Stan up against himself.

"Come on Stan, you're alright," he urged. "Breathe with me." Kyle soothingly ran his fingertips up Stan's chest repeatedly as Stan felt the medication start to kick in. He did as he was told, and a few minutes later he was breathing nearly regularly again.

"Ky-" Stan started to say, but at that moment his stomach decided to give the whole episode a grand finale. Stan puked, throwing up all down his chest and over Kyle's hands. He was pretty sure this was the most humiliated he had ever been in his entire life and wished he could just sink into a hole.

Kyle was used to Stan puking everywhere, including on him, but he couldn't help but exclaim 'gross!' as he felt the warm ooze run over his hands.

"Fuck… Kyle, I am SO sorry…" Stan managed to say after a moment. He could feel his entire face and neck burning hot in the dark. He was embarrassed, and disgusted to be covered in his own puke. "Fuck…I…Kyle, don't hate me."

"Shhh, calm down," Kyle urged Stan, blocking out the smell and feel. "It's not your fault."

Stan felt it very much so WAS his fault. Why the hell did he have to have such a weak stomach?

"I really did… want to, you know," he finished lamely.

"I know," Kyle soothed. "It's NOT your fault. We can always try again some other time, 'kay? I'm just glad you're all right, you scared the shit out of me."

Stan had a feeling they wouldn't be trying anything again anytime soon, but nonetheless managed a smile. "Mmhmmm."

"Now in the meantime," Kyle continued, smiling deviously "we both need showers. Care to join me?"

It would be a sin for Stan to refuse.

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