Chapter 4

AN: Sorry this took longer than expected to push out this chapter, so I hope an unusually longer chapter will help ease your frustration with me :)

All too quickly, the shit had hit the fan.

Not even an hour after Kyle had received his mother's message the weather had taken a turn for the worst.

"Guys I'm worried, what if something happens when they hit this stuff driving?" Kyle was pacing while glancing out the window. Stan was tapping his fingers, a little peeved that his birthday weekend was ending earlier than expected.

"It will be ok Ky, They'll be ok." they always managed to get to the boys one way or another. Kyle stopped pacing for a moment and looked at Stan.

"I really want you to be right…"

Meanwhile Kyle's parents were going 30 mph on the highway.

"Good god Gerald, we're never going to get there!"

Both of them trudged on through the slowed traffic, only to have an ass wipe come barreling down the fast line and slamming his brakes from the swarm of traffic. The small car fishtailed into another vehicle causing it to swerve uncontrollably.

"GERALD!" Sheila screamed as they rear-ended the people in front of them. Gerald cranked the steering wheel and they sped over the edge of the banking, landing themselves in a pile of plowed snow. The sound of horns and metal crashing were all that could be heard as Sheila and Gerald sat in silence, breathing heavily from the adrenaline now leaving their systems. They looked at each other and entangled their hands together, Sheila began to cry.

"I'm so happy we're alright…We have to call Kyle, tell the boys to be prepared for the storm."

Kyle's phone began ringing, and he rushed to answer it. "Mom? Where are you?" Sheila took a deep breathe before answering her son.

"Kyle, your father and I got into an accident on way, the traffic is horrid and the snow is so bad we can't go faster than 30mph. We're stuck in a snow bank and I don't think we can get you." Kyle's stomach dropped.

"Are you alright? What—?"

"We're ok Bubbe, but I can't say much for the car. We're stuck in a snow bank and we're about the call AAA. But listen to me Kyle, you boys have all you should need to get through this storm by yourselves, you just need to listen to me." Kyle nodded while replying,

"Yes, I'm listening."

"Ok, there is bottled water under the sink; there should be about 1 month's worth under there so there is no need to worry. Have someone go outside quickly to gather firewood to place in the mud-room, and there are matches above the fireplace. There is plenty of food in the place, and there is a generator in the shack behind the building. Use it if you lose power. You'll be fine Bubbe, we'll come and get you as soon as we can alright?" Kyle sat down and pulled his fingers through his soft and wavy locks.

"I understand, call me when you get home ok?" There was a soft murmur before Kyle ended the call. All of the boys were watching him anxiously. Kyle tilted his hanging head to glance up at the boys with relieved but troubled eyes.

"Is…Everything ok dude?" Stan finally asked.

"Yeah, 'rents got into an accident, they're ok. But…we're going to have to ride out the storm by ourselves here." He looked over at Kenny, "could you gather some firewood outside it should be under a tarp—"

"Yeah, no problem man," Kenny responded quietly while making his way outdoors into the cold. Stan glided over to sit next to his best friend.

"It's alright, they're ok, we'll be ok, nothing to worry about." Stan said trying to make eye contact.

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault, I—"Stan looked incredulously at him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a sec, this isn't a terrible thing dude; we get to have this place to ourselves for even longer! That's pretty awesome if I do says so myself. Besides, I'm actually shocked how calm your Mother seemed on the phone, not really her gut reaction when it comes to situations like these," Stan half smiled at his friend trying to cheer him up, "Let's have a slice of cake and just chilllax or something." Kyle let out a heavy sigh.

"Alright,"

Butters had taken the clue and began slicing the cake, rationing 4 slices onto plates. Kenny walked back into the cabin, arm full of firewood.

The 4 were quiet eating there cake, an uncomfortable silence. It was like Kyle's mood had taken over them all; Kenny decided that he didn't quite like that.

"So Stan, since your birthday is being extended a bit a longer, want to…celebrate tonight?" Kenny said hinting back at the alcohol. Stan grinned at this suggestion.

"You know it man; maybe we should play a game or something, so we aren't just drunken fools." Kenny nodded in agreement,

"I second that. There should be some playing cards around here somewhere, right Kyle?" The red-head lifted his head up a bit.

"Yeah, I think they're in the guest room, and we could do some games before that to get started." Kyle started to perk up again, the atmosphere returning back to normal.

The boys played some pretty intense games of poker, before deciding that they were sick of plain old 5 card draw. Kenny predictably suggested an alternative.

"How about we raise the stakes a bit, why don't we play some strip Texas hold 'em?" 3 pairs of eyes darted over to Kenny.

"What? Why?" Kyle asked exasperated. The darker blonde merely shrugged.

"Well in Stan's case it's nothing I haven't seen—"Stan blushed furiously "—and besides, it'll make the game more interesting," Kenny looked over at Butters who was confused and embarrassed. "Stan went to bed naked last night and I saw everything this morning" Kenny drawled contorting his face into a grimace. He had forgotten that Butters was asleep for that fiasco.

"Well why would you want to play strip poker and re-live that experience?" Stan said redder than Kyle's hair.

"Like I said, it would make the game more interesting, and besides, you could get some revenge on any of us if you play good. Then you wouldn't be the only one who was humiliated" Kenny smiled at him devilishly. Damn…

Butters was having a meltdown, oh biscuits, what am I going to do if I lose and I have to take off all my cloths? Oh geez, I don't want to be the only one not playin' though… He nervously twiddled his fingers, hoping no one noticed how much anxiety was coursing through him.

Kyle thought he might have a stroke from all the blood rushing through his brain at the moment.

"Well? Are we going to play or what?" Kenny egged on. They all exchanged looks and nodded hesitantly. "That's more like it!" Then he shuffled the deck and began distributing the cards.

"Alright, anyone want to raise a piece of clothing?" The boys scrutinized their cards, trying to figure out if they had anything worth betting for. "Nope? Ok then," He said flipping over the flop (first three cards). It was a 5, a king, and 2.

Kyle moved in his seat, giving away the fact he had something. Stan remained still with his face deep in thought, and Butters looked paranoid. Kenny flipped the next card: 5; everyone had a pair now. Kenny looked over the other boys scrutinizing their faces, "I'm out" he called removing a sock. The other boys nodded as Kenny flipped the last card: 9. Kyle had a shit eating grin on his face as he threw down his cards.

"2 pair! Beat that!" He cried with a finger in Stan's face. Stan wilted dejectedly, and put down his cards with only a pair from the table cards. Butters nervously put down his cards.

"I-I got a full house." Butters whispered. All of boys gawked at him, three 5's and 2 kings.

"Damnit Butters!" Kyle raged ripping off a sock, Stan did the same.

"Sorry fella's" Butters said with a nervous half smile. He couldn't believe he had actually beaten them.

Several rounds later, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny were almost naked. While Butters still had his shirt on.

Shit, if I lose one more round, I'll be out! Kenny thought, awkwardly sitting in his boxers. He glanced over at Butters who was much more comfortable than the rest of them, He'd been playing really good, and he had freakish luck when it came to dealing out the cards.

Stan was wearing a sock and his boxers, He had no problem baring his chiseled torso, but he was annoyed with the fact he was probably going to lose. Kyle was in the same predicament, while he was a bit more shameful about his exposed flesh; trying to seat his legs in a way that didn't try and spread his business to the other boys. Butters had won again.

"I got a royal straight!" Butters said beaming; it was charming how confident he was.

"Aw fuck. I lose." Kenny said dramatically throwing his hands in the air. Everyone turned to stare at him, because he was the first to get completely naked. Kenny closed his eyes and made an irritated face. "Yeah yeah, I'm doing it" He said before pulling at the bottom of his boxers to remove them.

Kenny's body rippled deliciously from that position, making him the perfect eyesore.

The darker blonde boy was naked, and everyone couldn't ignore it. "How about you guys finish the game so I don't ruin the hardwood floor with my ass-cheeks," he grumbled. Butters snapped his gaze back to the cards.

"Ha…Ok, let's continue…"

Kyle was the next to lose, finally ridding himself of his cotton boxer-shorts. He covered his crotch with a huge blush invading his face. Why the fuck did we play this again? I didn't think this would be the first time I'd be naked in front of Stan.

Stan couldn't help but take sneaky glances at him, silently telling himself he was only curious. Kenny, unlike Kyle, couldn't give a fuck less about displaying his manhood, however embarrassing it may have been, it was only the guys he had known for how many fucking years? Now that he wasn't the only one naked it was less intimidating and he actually reclined a bit, showing his growing comfort. Secretly, Kenny did this for Butters to take a gander at what he had coming his way. It was his way of demonstrating what he had "to offer".

Kyle was not so willing. He was afraid that Stan would be repulsed by him. His lack of self-confidence was probably due to his constant comparison between him and Stan. Which unbeknownst to him, Stan didn't feel that way at all.

"Last round Stan, either you win and we go to sudden death, or I win and I call myself the victor of this poker game!" Butters was excited, he really wanted to win.

"We'll see about that…" Stan challenged.

This round, Stan had won with a 2 pair, and Butters had to remove his shirt. "Oh geez…" He muttered under his breathe taking off his shirt.

Kenny's heart exploded from the pressure his adrenal glands produced. He didn't get to see Butters shirtless often, but good god, when he did it was like the 4th of July in his head. Sparks were flying and he did all he could to keep from completely open mouth gaping at him. Butters had flawless pale skin marred only by his soft pink nipples, he wasn't really muscular or athletic, but that's what Kenny loved about him. Butters shyly averted his eyes from everyone else.

"O-ok, Stan all or nothing," Butters said nervously.

Butters had won. With a god damned ace high. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course he won with an ace high, that lucky bastard. Stan proceeded to get up and leave for the kitchen.

"HEY? Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Kyle said furiously, while covering himself. Stan stopped dead in his tracks and looked over his shoulder with an uncomfortable smile on his face.

"I—uh was just going to get the Jager, so we could do more some more fun stuff…" Kyle wasn't convinced at all.

"If I had to take all my clothes off you do too!"

"With exception of Butters everyone in this room has seen me butt-naked, isn't that enough?"

Kyle huffed loudly, "Asshole." Stan thought for a moment before coming up with a sassy idea. While still facing away from the others boys, he dropped his boxers and strutted out of the room with a shit-eating grin on his face. His toned ass being the last thing they saw. The other boys just stared at him, while Kyle fumed in his seat. Why the fuck does he have to parade like that? Jerk-wad.

Kyle grabbed his clothes and angrily put them back on, still miffed at Stan. He trudged into the kitchen where Stan was in the middle of putting his pants on. Kyle crossed his arms trying to look annoyed, but the explosion of red in his cheeks betrayed him.

"It's just a game Kyle, don't worry about it," Stan lectured. The red-head still fumed.

"Yeah, whatever, I'll grab the liquor." Stan shook his head, sometimes his best friend was over-dramatic, besides, he didn't mind seeing Kyle that way at all. As much as he fought himself, nothing could keep his thoughts clean when Kyle was sitting there next to him, wearing no clothes. His efforts to cover himself were futile, and Stan was able to catch a glimpse of Kyle's enticing flesh. Stan licked his parched lips in response to the exceedingly fresh memory.

Kyle came back with the Jager bottle, only slightly empty. Maybe it just seemed that way, because the bottle was so enormous. Stan led them both back to the living room with the shot glasses, "Time for some more fun guys," he announced. Kenny had thankfully put on some clothes.

"You know, I'd like to take a toast to Mother Nature gentlemen, for she has given us who knows how much longer here in this cabin by ourselves!" Kenny suggested grabbing the Jager and pouring generous shots. "Cheers to the ultimate birthday gift to Stan!" All of them clinked their glasses and downed the shots.

"So what are we going to play dude?" Kyle asked his black haired best friend. "Please, don't let it have to do with stripping."

"Hm…how about truth, dare, or drink?" Stan said gauging everyone's reaction.

"Will that get us drunk enough?" Kenny asked, clearly concerned about the quality of their game.

"I was thinking about that, how about every two rounds we take a shot, just so everyone can't avoid getting drunk." Kenny nodded with approval.

"I would have gone with every round, but you did say you want to pace yourself."

"Alright, I'll start." Stan thought for moment. "Butters, truth or dare?" the blonde boy perked with nervousness when he heard his name.

"Uh, t-t-t-truth?" he stammered. Stan smiled at him.

"Ok, but remember you can't do 3 truths in a row, you have to do a dare sometime. Or drink, either way, but seeing as you're a light weight, I'd suggest just doing it, anyway…What's the farthest you've gone with someone?" Butters eyes widened.

"Well-I—uh I've just kissed some nice ladies, b-b-but that's about it." Stan looked pleased his answer.

"Fair enough…Ky?" he motioned for Kyle to go next. He looked around the room, and smirked.

"Kenny, truth or dare?" Kenny just gave him puppy dog eyes.

"Aw can't I just drink?" Kyle raised a brow.

"You can't until I ask you something."

"Dare."

"I dare you to drink every time someone else drinks" Kenny grinned at the red-head.

"Now you're talking my language, I'll say this one counts" Kenny said pouring his shot. It was Butters turn next.

"Uh…Kyle, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Um… I dare you…to trade clothes with Stan for the rest of the night." Kyle laughed; at least it's something I wouldn't mind…

"Ok, Stan?" Kyle motioned to Stan and walked to the other room to change.

"Dude, I can tell your shirt is going to be a little tight on me." Stan said to Kyle chuckling. They quickly exchanged clothes before walking back out the other boys. They were pretty close in size but Kyle's shirt clung a bit too tightly to Stan's solid chest, and his pants weren't Stan's style. Kyle looked like he was wearing baggy pajamas in Stan's clothes. Stan smells nice…

"Your turn Kenny,"

"Stan, truth or dare?" Stan glanced down at his attire and looked up at the blonde boy.

"Truth."

"What's the weirdest shit you've ever jacked off to?" Of course he would ask something like that.

"Drink." Stan stated boldly. There was no way he was going to tell these guys he's whacked off to gay porn before.

"Well fine then, I drink too!" They both gulped their shots. Stan recovered before thinking about who to ask next.

"Kyle, truth or dare?"

"Truth,"

"Where is weirdest place you've wanted to get laid?" Stan knew Kyle was a virgin, so there was no need to question him about that.

"Uhhh…probably against the wall in the shower…" His mind started to play fantasies of Stan slamming him against the shower wall and holding his legs up while he—oh god… Kyle's face went beet red. There was a familiar throbbing in his groin. He was thankful that he and Stan and switched clothes, because his pants would have started showing his growing erection.

"Nice, dude. Not creative but still nice" Kenny said giving him a lazy smile. Kyle forgot it was his turn.

"Uh, Butters, truth or dare?"

"Oh—uh dare, I guess…" Kyle willed away the rushing blood and focused on formulating a dare for poor innocent Butters.

"I dare you to take a body shot off Kenny." Butters got nervous.

"W-what's a 'body shot'?"

"It's when you take a shot of liquor from someone's belly-button. It'd be more fun with tequila, salt, and lime, but Jager will do the trick." Stan explained excited to watch the hilarity.

"Uh-I have to do that to Kenny?" Butters said twiddling his fingers.

"Well you have 2 options, either take a shot to skip the dare, or you do the dare and take a shot off Kenny." Kyle was secretly doing this for Kenny, knowing full-well that he was probably planning something in his head; this was only helping it along.

"Well alright then…How do I do it?"

"We'll have Kenny lie down and lift his shirt up, and we'll pour some Jager in his belly-button, OH! And to make it extra fun, we'll fill up a shot glass and put it in his mouth, and then you have drink them both with no hands." Butters eyes widened even more.

"Oh geez fella's that sounds kinda hard…"

"You can do it," Kenny said reassuringly slipping a wink in there. Butters already flushed face burned even hotter. Kenny took off his shirt first, "wouldn't want to stain my shirt," then he lay down. Then he unbuttoned his pants to expand the area of exposed flesh. Stan grabbed the Jager, poured the shot, and the placed it in Kenny's mouth who acted nonchalant about it.

"Ok Butters, I'm going to pour some on Kenny and then you need to slurp it up, after you get all the Jager, go in for the shot in his mouth, remember, no hands!" Stan explained before carefully pouring the Jager on Kenny. "Go!"

Butters leaned down quickly and pressed his lips against Kenny's abdomen; trying to suck up all the liquor. Kenny had to close his eyes to concentrate or his body may do something that could potentially ruin the moment. Butters had swallowed all the Jager in his mouth and returned to use the flat of his tongue to swipe up the remaining droplets left on Kenny's tan skin. There were hints of a smile on his face; he tastes good with this Jager…Kenny repressed a moan that threatened to rumble out of his throat. When Butters tongue left his skin he opened his eyes and stared into Butters' as he took the shot gingerly from Kenny's mouth. His lips being dangerously close to the darker blonde's. Butters never faltered and took the glass and swigged the liquid down without missing a drop.

The other two boys sat in awe. "Dude, Butters…You did that like a pro. Props to you man." Stan said admiring his skills. Kyle was also shocked he was able to perform so well, it seemed as though he had done this a thousand times! Butters just licked his lips and smiled nervously.

"I swear it was the first time fella's!" Kenny sat up and grinned sheepishly at Butters.

"Well you did a good job, I'm not even sticky!" Butters blushed at his remark. Kenny helped himself to another shot abiding religiously by the previous dare.

"Well it's your turn champ," Stan said to the lighter blonde.

"Um—uh Kenny, truth or dare?"

"I suppose I could go with a truth this round,"

"Hm…uh—what's the most romantic thing you've done for someone?" Kenny thought for a moment, and then stared Butters straight in the eyes.

"I don't think I have done my most romantic thing yet, I'm working on it though." Butters could hardly look away from Kenny's dark blue eyes. "My turn, hm…Kyle, oh Kyle, truth or dare?"

"Truth,"

"Have you ever fantasized about anyone in this room? If so, who?" Kyle froze.

"I—uh, drink." God Kenny likes to pry, I think he's trying to return the favor for Butters…

"Well, go ahead and drink, but just by your reaction we already know the answer," Kenny smirked at him. He was really trying his hardest to get Kyle to admit his feeling for Stan.

Stan glanced over at his best friend while he drank some Jager; I wonder who he's fantasized about…

"Time to drink everyone!" Kenny announced pouring more shots. It had already been 2 rounds. After they finished their shots Kenny, Butters, and Kyle were getting tipsy, Stan was the only one not yet buzzed.

"My turn, Kyle, truth or dare?" Kyle avoided eye contact with him.

"Dare."

"I dare you…" Stan smirked, "to give everyone in the room a full on lap dance for at least 30 seconds" Stan said getting up to grab a chair. Kyle had a look of dread on his face.

"Oh come on man, I'll just drink." Stan turned around and huffed.

"Well fine. I'm going to implement a new rule; you can't take a drink more than 2 times in a row. Next time you HAVE to do what we tell you." Kyle shrugged.

"Ok, I will." Then he gulped a shot down. "My turn, Stan, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you take 3 body shots, one from each of us. Might as well get you caught up with drinks, and why not make it interesting?" Stan grumbled.

"Fine, but I'm pretty sure what I asked you to do was less intimidating than this!" he grabbed the bottle, "Ken, I'll do you first, then Butters then Ky." Kenny lay back down, still shirtless.

"Go for it man, I'm still hyped from the last one," Butters lay beside Kenny holding his shirt up silently fidgeting with the edge. Kyle was next who just lifted his shirt up. Stan prepared himself, he didn't mind doing it, but in all honesty there was only one person he wanted to do body shots off…

Stan poured the first shot over Kenny slurping sloppily and finishing quickly. He moved on to Butters who twitched a bit when Stan leaned over and pressed his lips against him. Stan lapped up the last of the Jager and moved on to Kyle who was lying there anxiously.

Stan poured a generous amount on Kyle leaving some to stream over the sides of his abdomen. He marveled at how the dark liquid starkly contrasted against Kyle's cream colored skin. Before he went down to sip the liquor from Kyle's skin, he glanced up at his best friend and made eye contact before putting his mouth over his belly effectively gathering it into his mouth while subtly using his tongue to glide it across Kyle's skin. Kyle thought he had gone to heaven because this was certainly not happening right now.

As Stan swallowed the last of the Jager he used a surprisingly skillful tongue to cover as much missed area as possible. Making Kyle wonder if he really meant what he said the night before. The care taken to make sure all of the stickiness was gone surely had to mean something. Little did Kyle know that Stan was really into this whole body shot thing. Especially off Kyle's body.

After a seemingly never ending eternity to Kyle, Stan stopped and wiped his mouth. Sitting up he smiled. "Happy now?" Oh fuck yes, Kyle answered in his head.

After a couple more rounds of truth or dare debauchery the evening had started to slow down as their pace slowed from the alcohol blessing them with drunkenness.

"Kennyyy—isss yer turn dude." Kyle slurred.

"Stannn, troof er dare?" Kenny said eyes becoming heavy.

"Dare meee sucka"

"I…I…..I dare youuuu…I dare you to kisss anyone inthe rooooom, on the lippss fer at leassst a minute."

Stan had to think about what the question implied. But everything was so hazy that the words couldn't formulate and come out of his mouth. Instead, he looked around the room and saw the most inviting face there. He bent over and grabbed them by the back of their head and smashed his lips into theirs. They responded fiercely by grabbing Stan with both hands on the sides of his face. Stan blinked his eyes and saw flaming red hair. Ky? But in that moment, nothing, not even coherent words could stop the intense feelings rushing through him.

Butters had passed out on the floor and Kenny wasn't far away from that same position. The last thing he saw was his two friends tumbling onto the floor with each other.

Had Stan been more coordinated, he would have picked Kyle up and brought him elsewhere. But the copious amount of alcohol in both of them only let them push their lips together in a writhing and passionate manner. Kyle felt like he was floating, as if every good feeling had warmed his inner core to the point where he could fly. Stan felt himself propelled forward by an intense urge; there was nothing that could have stopped him from ravishing those beautifully soft lips.

They paused briefly, Stan's head still encased by Kyle's hands; they looked into each other's eyes with a drunken understanding. Stan snuggled against Kyle's neck as his mind was dragged to sleep unwillingly, and Kyle's eyes fluttered shut. The two had fallen asleep, Stan draped over Kyle and Kyle's arm wrapped around his super best friends' neck.

The storm continued to wreak havoc outside, ensuring the boys would not leave any time soon.

AN: I may change a few things, add a few things here and there, but I really wanted to just get this chapter out. PLEASE REVIEW! PRETTY PLEASE!