I'm having so much fun writing this at the moment.
We Should Get Drunk More Often
Chapter 4: Truths
Stan's eyes snapped open as he groaned loudly and released inside the Jew who was currently beneath him.
Kyle was doing everything in his power to avoid eye contact, greens avoiding blues. What a time to let it slip! It was more like shout it out to the heavens but that wasn't important right now.
Stan knew.
Stan could tell that it wasn't said the way it usually was. It was said with much more reverence and much more adoration. They had told each other that they had loved each other before and it was true, they were Super Best Friends and they occupied a special place in the other's heart.
Apparently Kyle held Stan in much more special place than Stan held him.
"I'm sorry," Kyle sighed, Stan had never heard him sound so broken.
Stan pulled out and watched Kyle curl in on himself, he lay beside him and spooned up to him.
"You can't help who you love," Stan said softly, "No matter what, you'll always be my Super Best Friend."
Kyle rolled over and hugged Stan close.
"I think I need to think all this over," Stan whispered.
Kyle nodded, "Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me for anything."
"I do," Kyle shook his head, "You've reacted in one of the best ways I could hope for. The only way it could be better if you reciprocated my feelings and was currently fucking my ass."
Stan laughed.
Kyle smiled back at him.
"Do you want to end all of this?" Stan asked.
"No, I kinda want to live my dream for a little while longer."
Stan bit his bottom lip and tightened his grip on Kyle, he was feeling oddly protective of his best friend, even though he knew that Kyle could take care of himself. Stan was suddenly feeling scared, if he didn't feel that way for the Jew then Kyle would be crushed and Stan knew that he'd feel guilty about it. They get past it sure (they did make it past Stan holding a loaded gun to Kyle's head to avoid being revealed as the one who took a shit in the urinal), but things would probably never be the same between them.
At the same time, Stan would never get with Kyle if he didn't feel anything for him, he wouldn't get his hopes up to dash them later if he didn't develop any feelings. He wouldn't string Kyle along like that.
Stan decided it was best to sleep and think about it in the morning.
"Oh, hey Stan," Kenny said as he opened the door.
"Hey Ken," Stan sighed.
Kenny smiled, "Why don't you come in and tell Grandpa Kenny what's wrong?"
Stan followed Kenny to the living room and sat on the couch heavily.
"What's happened?" Kenny asked.
"Kyle said that he loves me in the gay way," Stan replied.
"I heard," Kenny said, "You guys are pretty loud in the sack."
Stan blushed, "I don't know what to do."
"Well then let's go through it," Kenny nodded, "How do you feel about him?"
"He's my best friend, without a shadow of a doubt," Stan explained with a certain fondness that he reserved for the Jew, "He the one person I always see in my future, no matter what he's doing in that future. He's the one I lost my virginity to and the person I trust most out of anyone. He's the one I always talk to when I'm upset and he knows me better than I myself. He's the only person in my live who I can't live without."
Kenny looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"That sounded really gay didn't it?"
Kenny nodded.
"He is really good in the sack."
"Nice ass?"
"Very nice ass."
"From what you just said," Kenny said, "I don't think Kyle's just your Super Best friend."
"The fact that he has a nice ass is common knowledge."
"Before that."
"Oh."
"Be honest with me Stan," Kenny sat next to his friend and laid a hand on his shoulder, "Am I right? Is Kyle more to you?"
Stan sighed loudly and refused to meet Kenny's eyes.
"Kyle told me when he realised his feelings for you, you can do the same."
"Fine," Stan ran a hand across his face, "I like Kyle. Happy now?"
"How much?"
"A lot. I fucking love the guy."
"There's someone you have to tell."
"I know. It's just when to bring it up."
As it happened, Stan wasn't given a chance to bring it up. Outside they kept up appearances of the young couple in love and was incredibly excited to be married. Back in the flat, Kyle was very avoidant. Whenever they were in the same room, Kyle would walk out. He slept on the couch and it was starting to piss Stan off.
So he did what any normal person would do and corner him in the bedroom, blocking the door out.
"Why are you avoiding me?" Stan asked bluntly.
"I'm not," Kyle said, "Now move, I have shit to do."
"Not until I find out why you won't stay in the same room as me."
"Maybe I'm giving you some fucking space to think like you fucking said!"
Stan frowned, "I never told you that I needed space, I still want my best fucking friend!"
Stan walked over to where Kyle was sat on the bed.
"Why bother thinking? Why not just reject me now and put me out of my misery?" Kyle yelled.
Stan grabbed Kyle's face pulled him in for a forceful kiss, he forced his tongue into Kyle's mouth and battled Kyle's tongue for dominance. They pulled apart after forgetting that they could breathe through their noses and running out of air.
"That's why I'm not rejecting you," Stan panted.
"Uh…" Kyle just looked at him dazedly.
"I love you Kyle, in the super duper gay way.
Kyle's dazed look faded into a smile, "I love you too, in the super gay way."
Stan grinned, "Will you be my boyfriend?"
"No."
Stan raised an eyebrow quizzically.
"I'm already your husband."
Remember to tell me what you think about my possible omegaverse project. It will be uploaded on AO3 but I'm not sure what the reception would be over here, I haven't seen a South Park omegaverse fic on .