Kyle spat blood and coughed as he pushed himself up to his hands and knees. Maybe not fighting back was a bad idea, but he never thought ignoring it would make things worse.
"Get up," Cartman growled as he kicked his former friend in the stomach and sent him tumbling against the lockers and back down to the ground. "Fight back."
Instead of getting up and trying to fight back, Kyle ground his teeth and tried to lose himself in what had happened only a few hours ago.
…
"Stan," Kyle gently shook his friend awake, "come on or we'll be late." Stan suddenly threw his arms around Kyle's waist and pulled him on top of him.
He wasn't letting Kyle up, no matter how much the redhead tried to get off of him. "Stan, let go!"
Stan chuckled and rolled them over so that he was lying on Kyle's chest still trying to sleep some more. "Nah, I'm comfy."
Kyle groaned and just stopped struggling. He knew from years of the same thing that Stan wasn't going to move until he chose to. He rested one hand in between Stan's bare shoulder blades and stared at the ceiling, still dotted with glow in the dark stars from when they were kids. He allowed Stan to stay there without complaint for a few minutes more, but then said, "I have a Chemistry test second hour."
"Mm-hmm…" He only snuggled his head deeper into Kyle's signature red-orange jacket. Stan really didn't want to go to school; he just wanted to lay there on top of Kyle and sleep.
"Stan, really," he grabbed Stan's shoulders and tried to push him off, but failed, "we have to go." He stiffened when he felt Stan rubbing his crotch through the jeans. "W-What're you doing?"
"You need to relax." Stan flashed a playful smirk at Kyle. He really didn't care that Kyle had a Chemistry test and that he had an English test, he wanted to spend some time with his cute redhead.
"Stan," Kyle breathed when he felt his best friend's warm hand sliding down his pants and boxers to rub against his hardening member, "w-wait. Stop."
"You love this too much." Stan unzipped Kyle's jacket and pushed up his white Kingdom Hearts t-shirt to plant a kiss in the middle of his lean stomach. "You don't really want me to stop."
Kyle's face turned bright red and he weakly pushed against Stan to give him off. He was right, he didn't want him to stop and even wanted him to go further, but he really couldn't afford to miss that test. Stan's hand closed around his cock and began stroking him as his pants and boxers were pulled down all at once. "Please stop," he whimpered. No, don't stop, his mind screamed.
"Do you really want me to?" Stan shimmied down and licked Kyle's tip.
He drew in a sharp breath and his mind screamed, No! "Y…Yes! What if s-someone walks in?"
"That's all you're worried about?" Stan chuckled and ran his tongue up and down Kyle's shaft. "No one's home but us."
To suppress a moan, Kyle's hands flew up to his open mouth as his back arched. God, it felt so good! Stan knew exactly what he was doing, so Kyle's mind wondered where he had learned how to pleasure men like that. On an impulse, he bucked his hips up when Stan's mouth slid over his cock.
"Oh God Stan!" Kyle's voice was just loud enough to slip from between his hands so Stan could hear. He dared a quick glance down before squeezing his eyes shut and moaning as Stan's head bobbed up and down, his tongue grazing Kyle as he went. "Fuck," he groaned.
The closer he got to coming, the less he cared about Stan hearing his pants and moans. His hands moved to grip onto the sheets of Stan's bed as his moans became louder and louder. "Hahnn! I'm about to come…!"
Stan released Kyle's cock from his mouth and began stroking it roughly in one of his hands. He leaned forward as he continued and put his tongue inside of Kyle's mouth to stifle his moans and pants, their lips kneading together instantly. Kyle wrapped his arms around Stan and dug his fingernails into his back as he spasmed, disconnected their lips, and cried out loudly. His come covered both their stomachs and Stan's hand.
"Hah," Kyle breathed; his muscles twitched for a few moments longer before he relaxed against the bed and his chest moved up and down quickly with gasping breaths.
Stan chuckled and gave Kyle a chaste kiss. "And you didn't want me to…?"
Still panting, the redhead gave his best friend as much of a glare as he could muster. He couldn't believe how good that had felt. Why did he resist earlier? Stan had been right, he'd needed that. "It was mean of you not to listen."
"You liked it though." Stan hovered over Kyle's face and smiled. "I was up all night last night, thinking…about us."
Kyle moved one of his hands to cup Stan's cheek. "Really?"
"Yeah," Stan held his beloved's hand there and slipped his eyes closed, "and I know that we're young, but that doesn't determine whether or not we know if we're in love. If you want it too," he leaned down and kissed Kyle chastely again, "I would love to be with you."
"Stan…" He wrapped his arms around Stan's neck and returned the kiss. "I'd love that too. Being your boyfriend would make me the happiest person alive."
Stan smiled rolled them so that they were both of their sides, cuddling.
…
Kyle sighed as he walked out of the Chemistry room. Thanks to Stan, he'd been fifteen minutes late for second hour Chemistry and the teacher almost didn't let him take the test. He'd managed to convince the teacher otherwise though, since he'd never missed a single day before. Unfortunately he hadn't been able to get through the entire test; he could only hope that he'd gotten all of the questions he'd had time to answer right.
He stopped at his locker, one of the green ones of the alternating green and black lockers running throughout the hall. He set the Army rucksack serving as his backpack down on the ground and opened the tall locker for his Algebra 2 book, but before he could kneel down for it, a fat brunette boy in a red down jacket and baggy blue jeans slammed it shut.
"Dammit Cartman," Kyle yelled at his former friend, "what the fuck do you want?"
"So fag," Cartman smirked, "I heard you and Marsh came to school late together."
"Yeah? What's it to you?" Kyle opened his locker again, but found it slammed shut again. "I need to get to class, fat ass!"
"You two fucked, didn't you?"
His eyes narrowed into a glare. "What if we did?" It didn't matter that him and Stan didn't have sex, it was just the fact that Cartman seemed so bothered by the thought of two people he never talked to anymore being together.
Suddenly, Kyle found his head flying into his locker and he collapsed to his knees holding his nose. "Godammit!" He glared up at Cartman. "That fucking hurt!"
"Really?" He kicked at Kyle's chin and sent him sprawling onto his back. "Then this should be agonizing."
The halls were empty save for Kyle and Cartman, and the redhead didn't do anything about his being beaten up except for trying to block the kicks while he was on the ground and the punches when he was standing. It didn't matter how much it hurt or that he was for sure he could die from the beating if it continued for too long, Kyle wasn't going to fight back. Fighting back only made things worse…right?
Cartman landed a punch in the dead center of Kyle's stomach and sent him to him collapsing to the tiled floor. Kyle spat blood and coughed as he pushed himself up to his hands and knees. Maybe not fighting back was a bad idea, but he never thought ignoring it would make things worse.
"Get up," Cartman growled as he kicked his former friend in the stomach and sent him tumbling against the lockers and back down to the ground. "Fight back."
Kyle coughed and ground his teeth, trying to lose himself in what had happened that morning between him and Stan. He had said he didn't want the contact, but he had loved it, and he had loved when they decided to date even more. How could things take such a sharp turn from that?
"Fight back you pussy!"
"Kyle!" Stan's fist connected with the side of Cartman's face and sent the teen flying back across to the lockers directly adjacent to Kyle's. He ground his teeth and sent a hard glare at Cartman.
"Fuck!" Cartman stood up and ran over to Stan to hit him back, but found his fist caught by a pale boy with black hair and red eyes in a black turtleneck and black jeans.
"You know something, Cartman," the boy said calmly, "there's a reason even your own girlfriend can't stand you."
"You're an intolerant ass." Another boy in a dark blue jacket and dark blue jeans walked up to them with his middle finger raised.
Looking around, Cartman lowered his fist and backed away. He knew when he was outnumbered, and this was one of those times. "You got lucky Broflosky." He turned and jogged off to the English department as the warning bell sounded off.
"Kyle," Stan turned and dropped his knees next to his boyfriend, "are you alright?"
"Y…Yeah…" Kyle tried to push himself up again, but fell back down, unconscious.
"Kyle!"