I should probably clarify something. You are allowed to send another request after your previous one has been published, just not in the same message/review.
Always
"And you're certain that the mic's going to work?" Stan spoke into his phone.
"Yes Stan, I tested it this morning," Kenny replied, "Now go do it."
Stan nodded, hitching the boombox onto his shoulder and making the short trip to the house where his boyfriend of six months lived. Despite having been together for a while, neither of them had dropped the L-bomb. Something Stan wanted to change tonight.
He had strategically planned this out, choosing a night that Kyle was home alone, Sheila, Gerald and Ike all out.
Stan put his boombox on the floor and checked to make sure that the CD was in and gulped in anticipation upon finding it there. He pulled the microphone from his pocket and started the music on the boombox.
When the world gets too heavy
Put it on my back
I'll be your levy
You are taking me apart
Like bad glue
On a get well card
Kyle was on his laptop, listening to the heavy rain outside when he heard the music and recognised the sound of his boyfriend's singing. He stood and walked over to his window, Stan was looking right up at him, looking positively soaked.
It was always you
Falling for me
Now there's always time
Calling for me
I'm the light blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know
Kyle shook his head, Stan knew that he didn't like this kind of music. That and he was worried about getting noise complaints, it was ten-thirty.
Stan frowned slightly when he saw Kyle leave the window, but he didn't stop singing.
I'm a fly that's trapped
In a web
But I'm thinking that
My spider's dead
Lonely, lonely little life
I could kid myself
In thinking that I'm fine
Stan's smile returned when he saw Kyle open the door, coat and boots pulled hastily over his pyjamas, and walk out. Kyle turned off the boombox and began walking inside with it.
"C'mon," The redhead beckoned, "You'll catch a cold."
Stan followed Kyle with a spring in his step.
"Dude," Kyle asked when they got inside, Stan dripping on the doormat, "What were you doing?"
Stan visibly deflated, "You couldn't tell?"
Kyle cocked his head like a puppy, "Tell what."
Stan sighed, all his effort for nothing. Kyle could be insufferably dense sometimes, "I was trying to tell you that I love you."
Kyle's jaw dropped, much like the boombox in his hand.
"I wanted to make it special."
Kyle's shock wore off and he crossed over to his boyfriend, "Next time, just tell me."
"Next time?"
Kyle smiled at him as he took Stan's head in his hand and pulled him down.
"I love you too," Kyle whispered seconds before their lips met.
"What are you so happy about?" Cartman asked as he and Kenny met the couple at Shakey's.
"I'd think that losing my virginity is enough of a reason to be happy Fatass," Kyle retorted, smiling goofily.
"It worked then?" Kenny grinned.
"No," Stan shook his head, "But I actually grew some balls and just told him."
Kyle laughed and pulled his boyfriend in for another kiss.
If this is what Stan got for doing cheesy shit, maybe he should do it more often.
Requested by SASTF141
