Chars: Kyle, Stan
Content: Bathrooms aren't the best place to get hot n heavy. Pretty smutty, actually like Rly smutty ngl
Length: Over 1500 words.

"K-Kyle, Kyle... Wait..."

It would have been obvious what was going on if anyone happened to walk in to the boys bathroom, even though the two students had locked themselves in the handicap stall. The locked door didn't bring them as much safety as they would have liked to believe.

"K- mmph-"

It was no good; the redhead wasn't one for patience, that was obvious enough as he seemed to ignore Stan's protests entirely, silencing him with a rough kiss. Reaching up to grab the other boy by the hair, sloppy yet purposeful, Kyle tried his best to stay right-minded enough to remember and follow what steps he intended to take.

He'd planned it out during English: contemplating the best place not to be disturbed, which class he'd miss and what excuse he'd give, and what to do.

But as it turned out, as soon as he'd taken hold of his friend's hand in the hallway, his mind had fogged over and he'd forgotten all the careful planning. The nearest place had been the bathroom; not ideal, but it would do.

And Stan had no idea what Kyle was thinking of doing in a handicap stall; all he could think was how he was running out of air but couldn't really manage to pull away to breathe.

And how he was kind of fine with that.

Stan finally gasped against the others mouth, coughing slightly as he tried to gain some distance. Wiping the edges of his mouth, he breathed heavily as the redhead tried to pull him in again.

"Just- just stop for a second," Stan tried, regaining his breath, shaking his head. "Dude, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." Kyle made a face, stern and out of character. "Do you want to do this or not?"

"Do what? I mean, kissing is fine e- whoa, whoa Ky what are you doing?!"

The redhead had unzipped his jeans with the same set look on his face, pulling them down over his hips without hesitation.

"Were in the bathroom, what are you thinking?!"

I'm not even thinking, Kyle thought, blushing pink. He grabbed his friend's collar with one hand, pulling him down so he could whisper against his mouth.

"Stan." He started, one hand palming himself through his underwear, obvious enough for the other boy to see. "We haven't done anything for six days. And I can't- I cant fucking come by myself anymore," he tried not to whine.

Stan was mesmerized, shivering as Kyle continued to breathe against his lips, hot air intermingling.

"It's all your fucking fault, Stanley. And I've been good, I did my best to- to handle myself, but now I'm at my limit and if you don't fucking get me off right now I swear to god Stan I fucking swear I'll go insane."

"...It's that bad?" the taller boy moaned, burying his face against Kyle's neck, helplessly turned on yet still concerned. "Fuck, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to..."

"Don't say sorry, just- fuck, just-!" Kyle hissed, pressing his hips forward, at his wits end.

Stan leaned down to press a heated kiss to the others lips, and another, and another- one hand threading into curls while he worked off his own pants with the other hand.

They had to make this quick. No doubt Kyle would be, since he'd been on edge the past week anyways- Stan wondered if he should get off, too.

Well at least Kyle would be quick, because damn he was loud.

A sigh, a heavy moan, Kyle rocked his hips forward through boxers.

"Off, take them off-"

The taller of the two obliged, stripping out of his own before taking off the other boy's.

Stan let out a shaky breath, grabbing both their half-hard cocks in one hand, and squeezed lightly.

Kyle felt his legs nearly give out from under him.

"F-uck Stan, Stan oh my god-"

"Y-you've got to be quieter," he whispered, as Kyle let out a painfully loud sound- as hot as it was, way too loud for a school bathroom.

"Sh-ut up..." Despite the retort, he covered his mouth with a hand, though coherent moans still slipped through his fingers.

It was hard for either of them to keep their voices down; they tried their best to kiss, long and wet, to keep their mouths occupied but the need for air outweighed their efforts. So they ended up whining and moaning against each others lips, breathing heavy, lightheaded. They still held each other close, Kyle by his hair and Stan by his shoulders, trying to keep lucid mindsets.

"S' not enoouugh," Kyle pined, feeling a heat build in his stomach, but was still unsatisfied. "Shit, it's not..."

Stan bit his lip, releasing his grip on red curls to reach down. One hand for his own, one for Kyle; he quickly molded his lips to the other boy's, knowing the redhead would get ten times louder.

He felt for the tip of Kyle's dick, rubbing two fingers in a circle over the sensitive skin.

"No no no oh god-"

Stan kissed him again, the whimpers vibrating past his lips rather than drawing attention to the boy's bathroom.

"Sta-" Kiss. Kyle pulled away sharply, drooling. "Fuck, oh f-fuck-"

"You've got to... Be quiet," Stan said with his lips touching Kyle's, forming the words against the others mouth. "Be quiet."

"Y-you shut u-p-!"

The taller boy kissed the other roughly in reply, muffling the loud, wanton whine in reaction to Stan pressing down heavily with his fingers. Rubbing and squeezing with an unreadable rhythm, matched by lewd sounds that made it so very obvious that the boy was enjoying it. And dripping.

"More..." A gasp, a muffled moan through another heavy kiss. "I'm, I'msoclose fuck..."

"Ky, you're making a mess..."

Stan felt a hot shiver run down to his groin, lazily stroking himself as he worked Kyle with more attention. He wasn't even near release- but it was okay. Fuck, no it wasn't okay- he was awfully hard now thanks to Kyle and he would make it up to him later- but for now his priority was his best friend. Who was shivering, nearly shaking, on the point of losing himself...

The boy implanted the picture of his friend in his mind; eyes closed tight, face a nice shade of pink to compliment his hair as he held back gross, dirty sounds. Drooling saliva as well as precum, pathetically lost in heat.

"S-so gooood..."

Fuck. He wished he had a camera.

"I love, I love y-you..."

In fact, he did- keeping up his pace on Kyle so the boy didn't notice, Stan snuck his free hand into his pocket to pull out his phone... Made sure the sound was off... Carefully unlocked it to pull up his camera. Making sure the redhead's eyes were closed, he took a quick picture- saved it- and smiled. Kyle would kill him if he ever found out; but for now, and for quite a few nights in the future, it was worth it.

Stuffing his phone away, he leaned forward to whisper into the boy's ear, wanting to drive him over the edge now.

"You're close..?"

The only reply was muffled gasps.

Stan began pumping his own cock again, even though he knew he wouldn't be quick enough to climax with his best friend.

"Seeing you like this, Kyle... It's really hot. No one would ever guess you of all people were fucked up enough to do this in school."

"Sh-it..."

Kyle's legs were shaking.

"Now, I wanna cum- n-now-"

"I know you do."

Stan let out a low hum, letting up on how he was pushing down on the tip of Kyle's cock. He didn't need the pressure now. Lightly placing his fingers back, he sped up the circular motion, barely touching him.

Kyle moaned, loud, too loud, way too loud.

"Staaaan, fuck me, fuck me, f-"

Stan kissed him hard, wet and sloppy in order to shut him up- nonetheless feeling his face flush at the redhead's heated words.

Kyle breathed sharply through his nose, whines growing higher and higher with each second, building up and up and up- his fingers shaking where they curled into Stan's shirt, knees pressed together, he could feel every nerve in his body tense-

He moaned into Stan's mouth as he finally hit that peak point of pleasure, cumming over his own shirt and his friends hand. His limbs went numb as Stan kept on touching him, fingers up and down his length now as he came down from such a high. Tired. He almost collapsed to the tiled floor.

The taller boy was still very, very turned on- but quickly tucked himself back into his pants. It could wait.

Instead, he turned to let Kyle lean heavily against the wall, grabbing a wad of toilet paper to clean up. First his hand, then Kyle's... No, that stain wasn't coming out. He did his best anyways, trying not to smear it.

"You okay?" Stan said softly, strangely quiet now that it was over. "We were lucky, someone could have heard-"

Kyle swallowed thickly, stopping Stan short and latched a hand onto the others shirt. Still weak from such a climax, but his eyes said everything.

"...Not done?"

Kyle shook his head, breathing heavy.

"Not even close. Grab your bag, we're going to my car."

"Car sex? You sure?"

"I'll clean it up later."

Stan was all for it.

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