Chapter Two

The Problem

"Mwah...ah! Stan please! More!" Kyle cried out his throat dry and his voice cracking. His lips kissed bruised, raw, red, and parted. He was on his side with his leg on Stan's shoulder. His tight, white ass was being rammed into almost punishingly by the larger tan male. It was suppose to hurt since he was a virgin and Stan was so big but all his body could comprehend was pleasure. Full on, hot, raw, and pure pleasure. Every feather light touch Stan left, burnt Kyle's skin like nothing else he's ever experienced before. However, the need for more touches was high. He WANTED Stan's touch, he WANTED Stan to fuck him rougher, he WANTED Stan's love bites to mark him. He wanted to have all of Stan not just as a best friend but selfishly as a lover. The want grew and grew and built up till he climaxed and it all went white.

The Jew shot up awake. His chest heaved at a quicken pace. Did he really just dream that? That boy...was him? The teen so desperate for more, wantonly screaming for more, more, more! That was Kyle? His deepest desires? Kyle shook his head. It had to have been the ice cream he ate before bed, that's all. There's no way he held any feelings like that for Stan. Stan was his super best friend in the whole world. They've been as thick as thieves since they were born. How could he love some one whose been his other pea in the pod? Someone like his brother who've he's known since early childhood? That's not possible. Kyle scratched his disarrayed curls and hopped out of bed. It was a bit too early to be getting ready for school but Kyle was too afraid to go back to sleep. He kicked off his covers and headed towards the bathroom.

That dream had haunted him even in his wake. It was leaving its lasting effects as he saw he had soaked through his pants. Kyle groaned, he was beyond embarrassed. How could he be wetting the bed when he was already 17 going on 18 years old now? Kyle sauntered into his bathroom, in which he shared with his brother's con-joined room. The red head stripped and got in the shower. The cold water poured in his hair and cascaded down his back. He stood in the blue bathtub trying to think about nothing but that cursed dream kept flashing in his mind over and over again. Images of dead puppies, grandma's saggy tits, and other gross child scarring images plagued his mind and for a while it was working. Until the memory of Stan sensually touching his every crevice, flashed and he was right back to square one.

After he finished cleaning himself, he dressed lazily, donning a green hoodie and some dark sweat pants, and stumbled down the stairs. By this time his family was in the kitchen looking like the run of the mill all American family. He suddenly felt like he was having breakfast with the Tokens. Gerald was sitting at the table, coffee in hand, reading the newspaper like the stereotype he was. Kyle scoffed, he was sure that his dad was the only father left in South Park who still does that. He looked up at the arrival of his son and grunted in acknowledgement. Ike was also at the table having a big bowl of cereal and his mother was at the stove making breakfast. Eggs sunny side up and turkey bacon; Kyle's favorite. Kyle grabbed a plate after kissing his mother on the cheek and settling down. Everyone was a bit surprised since Kyle was a terrible morning person and usually skipped out on breakfast, however, today he seemed different. His hair was still wet and his face a more flushed than usual. He definitely seemed weird. A bit on edge.

"Where's Stan?" Sheila quizzed. Gerald set aside his newspaper to take a bit of the toast set out in front of him. Kyle half rolled his eyes. Of course they'd ask that question. They loved Stan, he was their perfect football playing, preppy jock son. Stan was also over like, every weekend. He basically lives here and if Stan wasn't here that just meant that they were over at his house. So, it was fairly unusual to see Kyle go a whole weekend without Stan glued to his hip. Kyle sucked his teeth, so what? It's not like they have to be together 24/7 they are both their own persons. Who says best friends have to do everything together? Besides Stan was with Wendy this weekend. Girlfriends are like, the best friend's enemy. You can't fight them for your bros attention because he is always gonna choose her over you. All you can do is not be a whiny little bitch and just be happy for them. Even at the expense your own happiness, the pale boy thought bitterly.

"I don't know, probable having breakfast over at the Testaburgers or something," Kyle answered his voice full of spite. Sheila and Gerald glanced at each other. They kept quiet knowing when to stay out of their fights. Just then, Stan walked through the kitchen door.

"I almost forgot where the extra key was...hey family!" Stan walked in with that attractive "I just woke up" smile and his bed hair disheveled wonderfully. Stan scanned the room for his best friend. Upon laying eyes on the kosher boy, Stan notices Kyle's less then appreciative glare. "Hey, Mrs. Broflovski, did you get a new haircut? You look exceptionally beautiful today!" Stan knew Kyle probably painted a bad picture of him during the weekend. So he settled for the lesser problem. Luckily, the Broflovski's don't take sides in their fights unlike the Marsh's do. Stan's parents and elder sister always choose Kyle's side so, he can never win over there. Kyle was like the Marsh's perfect child they never had, at least Stan was number two...well, at least he thinks he is. Mrs. Broflovski giggled a bit fixing her hair up.

"Oh? Mr. Broflovski you're looking at the South Park newspaper did you hear about the new mayor elections going on in Middle Park? Apparently the old mayor was doing drugs!" with Kyle's father it was a bit hard to butter him up. He doesn't care much for compliments. Fortunately, Stan knew just how to get Gerald interested. They held a lengthy conversation about politics and such and Gerald was smiling happily since he finally got to talk to someone about this subject. Kyle usually ignored him when it came to these things. "Oh and I almost forgot...here!" Stan pulled out a limited edition 'Space Rangers' figurine and handed it to Ike. "I heard you like these,"Stan winked. The young Canadian's eyes grew wide and he was almost on the verge of tears.

"Thank you so much!" Ike grabbed the figure and jumped up from the table. He was off to go put it up some where safe so it wouldn't get destroyed. He couldn't wait to brag to his friends that he had gotten the new limited edition figurine, only available to 10 lucky people in America, home.

Oh, Stan Marsh knew how to charm the parents and who wouldn't be charmed? Stan was a football quarterback, president of the save the whales club, and regularly volunteers at animal shelters and environmental clubs. Everyone knew him and he was good at sweet talking the fuck out of you. With a golden heart and perfect smile Stan won the affection of all. Sheila smirked and winked at the tan man. His golden good looks wouldn't be looked over either. Mrs. Broflovski just wished that she was a bit younger and a bit lighter and she'd be tapping all of that!

"Oh! Stanly, would you care for some thing to eat? Should I fix you a plate?" Sheila started getting up from the table.

"No, no, no, that's quite alright Mrs. Bro. I ate at home don't worry about me...I'm just here to pick your son up and take him to school," Stan explained turning to Kyle. "Come on, let's go man," Kyle glared at him and man, if looks could kill. Stan held his chest wearing a hurt look.

"Your heart is on the other side you asshat," Kyle grumbled. Stan gave Kyle the best friend puppy eye look and the green eyed teen rolled those emerald orbs. He fucking hated that look, he just couldn't resist it. A few minutes later, the red head was sitting in Stan's navy blue four door sedan with his arms crossed. Though, as much as he tried to keep up his bitchy attitude Stan's best friend charm was still strong and useful. Kyle didn't like it though. The boy could ditch him for a girl one day and then show up one morning and make him swoon like this? Forget disliking it, Kyle hated it.

The car ride was brutally quiet. Stan was a bit nervous at his best friend's silent state. He knew that the wrong move could set off his friend's explosive nature and the whole day would just be hell. So to calm the tension Stan turned on the radio. He put in a cd just titled "super best friends mix" and after just the first syllable Kyle couldn't help but crack a big ass grin.

"YOOOOOO I'LL TELL YA WHAT I WANT WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT," Stan's and Kyle's playlist from elementary school. Chocked full of 80's/90s top hip hop/pop hits and rock and roll favorites especially NKOTB, the Spice Girls, Jimmy Hendrix, and ACDC. The small Jew looked over to see Stan singing along to the song and couldn't help but giggle. He shook his head trying to keep his smile under wraps but it was hard seeing as Stan was really getting into it and even going as far to dance and rap. Well, dance as much as he could seeing as he was driving in the front seat.

Kyle rolled his eyes, he couldn't believe he was ridding around with this fool but he decided to humor him and dance along with him. They laughed and sang until they pulled into the parking lot and parked in the back because there were no more spaces left. They exited the car, still humming songs, and waltzed into school. Immediately, they were tackled by a lonely, and horny, Kenny and a loud mouth Eric Cartman. With the exception of Cartman calling them fags for walking into school together, Kyle really liked being with his friends like this. It always brought back great memories and excited him for what in store in the future. In his junior year, he's always woken up looking forward for the future, that and some more sleep-Mondays are always the worst.

Before Kyle went to class he bid his best friend a goodbye, getting on his tippy toes and throwing arms around his his best friend's neck. Stan rested his arms around Kyle's hips and they stayed like that for a while. Stan whispered an apology in Kyle's ear hoping to finally cool off the anger of being ditched. They finally said goodbye and the Jew slugged on with Butters to first period Anatomy. School was just as normal and as exciting as it could get in the small town of South Park. That is until lunch where usually Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, and occasionally Butters all sit together and eat. However, today Kyle was getting a few problems from some of the basketball team members who just didn't know how to keep their hands to themselves. Stan was feeling a bit irritable as he noticed Kyle walking over to them but was stopped by a few guys from the team. Stan narrowed his eyes at the group. His mind set to attack. He could feel the jealousy building up.

"You ok, Stan?" Butter quizzed tapping the large football player on his shoulder. However, he was being ignored since Stan was too busy watching the boys playing with Kyle's hair.

After all that hard work, keeping lusty girls and perverse guys looking for a little bit of fun away from Kyle. But these sick bastards just had to show up. Stan has been keeping Kyle single for years but these sons of bitches just wanna ruin everything. Ever since Kyle had became Basketball manager the tan teen has noticed a few things: they usually don't know how to keep their hands off of Stan's property, they constantly use sexual jokes around Stan's property, and they can't seem to comprehend that Kyle is Stan's property! Stan huffed getting up from his seat. Kenny was eyeing him, he knew shit was about to go down. Craig took the hint and scrambled for his camera.

"Come on, Kylie~ wont you play with us after school? I mean, isn't it your job to make sure we get better in our playing?" one of the kids begged. Kyle just shrunk a bit more the word 'play' made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Excuse me," Stan tapped one of the taller boys on the shoulder. Kyle looked at him wide eyed from between the two. The taller gentleman turned around confused and was unprepared for a fist to the face. The other one was about to pounce on him but Stan quickly grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, effectively silencing him. The one that was just punched grabbed his bruising cheek and was also pulled away by Stan. No matter how much they struggled to get away they couldn't break free of Stan's football grasp.

"Yo, homie! Whats your problem?" both of the teens who, despite their gargantuan height, looked to be mere freshmen asked. Stan huffed, he didn't have to explain himself but it'll probably help if they could spread the message around.

"Listen here punks!" Stan pushed them into the wall. "Kyle is your manager, and your senior...don't just touch him so casually! Relations between you all should be strictly business!" Stan muttered between clenched teeth. He didn't want to have to fight them so he prayed that they understood and would just walk away. Luckily, these two where smart enough to leave and Stan walked back over to Kyle.

"The fuck was that?" Kyle quizzed as he struggled to keep up with Stan. Stan didn't answer until they got to the table.

"Look, I just don't think you outta hang out with those guys...hah...forget about it..." Stan changed the subject quickly chatting with Butters about their English essay that was due today.

"Really?" Kyle asked and waited for a reply however, the other boy just continued to ignore him and speak about homework. "Fine. Be that way..." Kyle muttered folding his arms and slouching. He couldn't believe what had just happened. It beyond shocked him. Why would Stan do that? It's true those guys were a bother to him. They constantly watched him with weird lust filled eyes and when Kyle played with them they all would usually gang up on him and try to touch him (luckily for him, he's such a good player so they can never catch up to him) however, that still doesn't give him the right to just go up and sock a guy in the face!

Was Stan possibly...jealous?

Jealous? Why would he be? Stan had a beautiful, cheerleader, girlfriend! Why would he be jealous of some skinny, pale, awkward, kosher boy with big hair, a big nose, and freckles? Wendy was fucking hot, her long silky ebony hair compared to his curly uncontrollable mane. Wendy had perfect skin and big blue eyes that shone like stars in the sky. Her body was rocking too. Every guy in South Park was jealous that Stan is the only guy who got a piece of that!

Stan was not jealous.

"He's totally jealous." Kenny stated taking a drag from his cigarette. He and the red head were sitting in the bleachers after school watching the football team practice. Kyle puffed out his cheeks and stared froward. There was no way he was believing all that hype Kenny was spouting. They watched Clyde get tackled severely and shared brief laughter before getting back to business.

"Nonsense..." Kyle mumbled pulling Stan's jersey up on his legs higher. He usually wore Stan's jacket a lot since Wendy already had her own varsity jacket. He liked the way it hung off of him and kept him warm. It reminded him of Stan. It was big, warm, and smelt kinda nice. Wait, wait, that's besides the point! "Stan has a girlfriend and there's no way he would like me!" Kyle cried.

"Ya know...when ever I say Stan likes you, you always say "he has a girlfriend" or "he doesn't like guys" you have never said "no, I only like him as a friend" so you DO like Stan you're just scared he doesn't like you back!" Kenny smirked deviously. He just knew he caught the teen now! There was no way out if this. He had proof and nothing could take that away!

"Th-that's not what I meant! I mean, I said those things...but...but...AGH! Fine! Fuck it! I like my super best friend Stan Marsh! Ok?! Is that what you wanted to hear!" Kyle blew up. His face completely red and steam rising from his ears. His brow was furrowed completing his frustrated look along with a few watery tears in his eyes. Kyle blinked and wiped them away. He finally admitted it. He was in love with Stan. Completely, utterly, wholly, truly, and unmistakably in love with the ravenette known as Stan Marsh, and there was nothing he could do about it. However, instead of feeling any sort of relief his heart just felt heavier and more burdensome.

"Not so much what I WANTED to hear but something you NEEDED admit...hah, look, I know you're probably confused and it's scary because you think it will ruin your friendship but just know that not everything goes the way you think it does not everything is as it seems and you always will have me on your side now, have I every misguided you?" Kenny commented at least trying to make the Jew feel better about his confession. Kyle hated when Kenny got all cerebral like he did now. He was already a slick mofo who could get answers out of anyone and then make it seem like it was for your own damn good. Except this wasn't helpful at all, it was just ruining Kyle's life. Now that he was fully coherent of his feelings what can he do? Stan and him are best friends why would he give something so precious up like that? And Wendy, bless her heart, is such a good girl. She's smart and organized and just the person to get that lazy, dumbass in shape. They may fight a lot but you have to admit that they're relationship is on another level they BELONG together. Kyle can't mess with the match made in heaven. He just needed to be near him...that's all he needs.

"Kenny...what do I do?" Kyle asked watching Stan catch the ball in excitement and look to the stands to find his best friend watching. The football player smiled brightly as if to say "look, look! I did a good job right?!" with that cute little boyish charm he's always had. Kyle could feel a deep chest pain strike him and he grasped at it as if that would stifle the pain. "I love him so much...what do I do? How do I stop it?" Kyle could feel the salty tears stinging at the edges of his eyes but he sucked them up and waved back at the tan male.

"You can't stop it..." Kenny sighed. He didn't want to give Kyle such misery but he couldn't let the boy live on in that state of ignorance. The first step is always acknowledging the problem.

Author's Rambles: Reading this you actually might get confused. At first, Kyle is bashing the stendy relationship but now its like their relationship is too perfect. To explain this sudden change I'll remind you that Kyle is a hormonal teenager in my head and he was pissed off at first but then he forgave Stan and now he regrets what he thought. He was just jealous of their relationship and chose to pick out the bad but...its actually doing good(?)

((Review! Don't be shy to correct me and help me get better as well I already know my grammar and spelling is shit sorry for the mistakes!))