Thank you for the reviews, Darkslayer18 and liithiium! I really appreciate it!
And I tried the divider thing, hopefully it works out! Lol
I woke up to an all-too-bright sun the next morning. No, I wasn't hung over. I actually didn't have a lot to drink; I never do on account of my weak stomach. I stretch out my arms and yawn, but decide to stay in bed for a little while. Living in an apartment with three other guys doesn't leave room for much alone time, even when it's during the work/school week. I think about how lucky it is that we are still such good friends—even including Cartman.
Boom.
"Hey Hippie, you up yet?" Cartman's large fist pounded at my bedroom door.
"Y-yeah, be out in a minute."
I can hear Kenny saying "Dude, I bet he's jacking off in there", in the background and chuckle to myself, being used to his perverted remarks. I look in the mirror and run my fingers through my bed hair in hopes of getting it somewhat presentable and walk out to the kitchen. Kyle is standing at the counter pouring four mugs of coffee.
Wow his hair looks amazing with the sunlight hitting it.
What the fuck was I just thinking? A guy can complement another guy's hair in his own mind, right? I shake that thought out of my head immediately and reach for my mug.
"Oh, good morning Stan!" Kyle said as he grabbed his and Cartman's mugs.
"Good morning." I smile back.
I grab Kenny's mug and we bring it over to the bar (in the kitchen). I can hear Cartman and Kenny turn off the T.V. and walk over towards the bar stools.
We stay like that for a while, Kenny and Cartman sitting on the bar stools while Kyle and I stood on the other side of the counter, talking and sipping on our coffee. A pretty typical routine for our weekends, but it's the simple things I look forward to.
Kenny soon had to go to work, and Cartman had his internship at the City Council an hour later. Kyle worked as a tutor at the University and didn't work weekends, and I worked during the weekdays so usually Kyle and I had the apartment to ourselves.
Today is also laundry day, which sucks. So I go into my room and collect from the massive pile of clothes that currently takes over my floor and put it into the basket. I decide I'll do Kyle's laundry too while he is in the shower, surprise him and all. As I walk down the hall to Kyle's room I hear a strange, muffled noise. I stop and silently and slowly put the laundry basket down and walk over to the bathroom door. Kyle must have accidentally left the door open as he usually just haphazardly kicks it shut as he's going in there.
Is that grunting? I can't help but peek inside, you know, just to make sure that Kyle is okay. I can only see his reflection in the mirror and barely at that, because it the mirror is all steamed up. But I can make something out very clearly.
Kyle is totally jacking off. I can't help but keep my eyes on him. He's bigger than I realized, god he has to be at least 9 inches! But why do I care? That's right Stan; you shouldn't be thinking these things. But I distracted from my thoughts as I hear Kyle's breath hitch and see his hand pumping faster. He lets out a loud grunt as his seed spills onto his hand. I take a step back, dropping my hand from the door frame as I do. My hand lightly brushes over something noticeable of my own. When I hear Kyle turn off the water, I quickly run off to my room and lock the door.
I slowly push off my own shorts and boxers and quickly grab my growing erection. I grab the base and start to pump as the images of the previous experience start flashing in my mind. The way the water beaded and dripped down his toned but slender body, the flushed look on his face, the panting and groaning. It was all too much and I swear I've never came so quickly. I lay there, face red and panting, feeling the high of pleasure, but I still feel shame. I can't tell Kyle. I cannot be gay.
Kyle grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist as he stepped out of the shower. He smirked as he ran his fingers through his hair and looked in the mirror. I can't believe it worked. Now to get him to see how much he wanted it too. Kyle was sure that Stan was in his room trying to relieve himself and talking himself down out of the pent up sexual tension, but something as strong as this just doesn't go away because you want it to. No, Kyle knows all too well that it is not how it works.
Kyle shakes his head and says below his breath, "Stop making excuses Stan, just do it."
And the first pairing develops (well, sorta)! You know it had to be Style, they are after all my favorite pairing!