Wow you people delivered. Horny perverts :P Just kidding, I 3 you all. Here it is: the final chapter. WARNING: Majorly cute, hot, sweaty smut. (yay)

Cheers and black caps flew into the air as the graduating class of South Park High hugged each other and tried to soothe their crying parents. The May sunshine lit the entire park with a cheery, infectious glee that had everyone smiling.

But no-one's smile is brighter than Kyle's, so Stan thought.

Top of the class, highest ACT and SAT scores in South Park history, president of seven clubs and recipient of twelve academic awards. Stan's heart exploded as his boyfriend smiled those pearly whites at him, his flaming hair ignited and green eyes down right radiant.

They hugged as Kyle laughed when Kenny and Adrianna snuggled up next to them.

"Alright dudes," Kenny laughed, tucking his diploma into the sleeve of his graduation robe, "Party tonight for all us grads. You two in?"

Stan and Kyle locked gazes and Kyle slightly shook his head with an almost invisible smile. "Sorry, Ken," the red-head murmured. "But we already have plans."

Stan raised an eyebrow and smiled. "We do?"

Kenny laughed and grabbed Adrianna by the shoulders. "Cool. See you guys later."

The Italian and blonde walked away, followed by Cartman who muttered "Fags," under his breath as he passed. Kyle just rolled his eyes.

"Let's go home."

Home. A one-bedroom apartment with a too-tiny bathtub and miniscule kitchen. The heater didn't work half the time, they got five channels on their obsolete TV, and altogether they had five pieces of mismatched furniture. It had been battle after battle with their parents (okay, Kyle's parents) to buy it with their combined income from part-time jobs; luckily the landlord knew Kenny (Kyle didn't want to know how) and discounted their rent.

It was theirs. Until they left for college.

Of course Kyle was flooded with mail, phone calls, emails etc. from a hundred plus colleges to attend their school. Stan, in comparison, got about ten for his football and baseball scholarships. Together they narrowed the list down to one school they could both attend on different wavelengths.

For now Stan sat on their bed, in nothing but jeans, wondering what exactly Kyle was doing in the bathroom for so long. A knot of apprehension twisted his stomach and he wondered if they were finally...going to...go all the way.

Kyle had been expectantly shy after the little confession in Token's bed room two years ago; Stan had gotten limited—but good—action. He felt no need to press Kyle into it; he knew it would happen eventually. And tonight was a special night...

"Okay!" Kyle called from the bathroom. "Close your eyes!"

Stan smiled and covered his eyes with his hands. He heard the bathroom door open and light footsteps walked over to him.

"Open," a sultry voice tickled his ear. Stan shivered and opened his eyes.

"What do you think?" Kyle asked innocently, fiddling with the hem of the lacy pink nightgown hugging his body. Stan's mouth went dry and a familiar but exciting tingling made its presence known.

"I..."

He was silenced by Kyle bending down and covering Stan's mouth with his own, slipping his tongue in and slowly straddling him, making their arousals touch through jeans and lacy panties. Kyle moaned as Stan ran a hand up the nightgown and squeezed his ass firmly before running his fingers up his sides and back; Kyle replied with a shift in the kissing angle and slight grinding that drew a grunt from Stan.

"Damnit, Kyle..."

"Yeah?"

"You are so fucking gorgeous."

Kyle blushed and before he could protest Stan attacked his neck with nips and kisses, his hand moving to the front of Kyle's body and running over nipples.

"Ah~n, Stan..." Kyle moaned as he bucked hard into his hips. He teasingly got off of Stan—to his confusion—and got on his knees in front of him, moving his hands up and down Stan's toned thighs, horribly close to the hot point between Stan's legs.

Kyle leaned forward and locked eyes with Stan as he grasped the zipper with his lips and pulled down agonizingly slow, pure lust showing on his face. Stan panted and gently ran his fingers through Kyle's curly waves, licking his lips like a hungry dog.

He almost growled when Kyle mouthed him over his boxers. "Kyle, please," Stan whined, stopping himself from bucking into his mouth. Stan saw him smile and pull his waistband down, exposing his half-hard length.

Kyle grasped it firmly and squeezed, earning a quiet moan. He gave a lick and got a cuss. He took it in his mouth and heard Stan nearly scream. Kyle knew what to do by now. He sucked the head hard and rhythmically, made his tongue swirl around it, stroke the base he couldn't get to with his fingers.

He felt beads of precum hit his throat and pulled off. Stan looked at him, eyes blurry and almost gone. "Wha..?"

"Stan." Kyle kissed him and pulled back, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"What?" Stan asked, still a little pissed at not be allowed to come. "What is it? You wanna stop?"

Kyle shook his head and chuckled nervously before whispering into Stan's ear, "I want you to fuck me."

Stan's eyes widened and he felt his length twitch. "R-really?"

Kyle nodded and pushed him over, tearing off the nightgown and panties. Stan quickly got out of his pants and took Kyle's face in his hands, running over his smooth skin.

"I love you."

"Love you more, dude."

Stan took Kyle down with him, rolling over until he was on top and running his tongue over every inch of his body until he arrived at his arousal, already leaking. Stan chuckled and gave a swift lick to it; Kyle mewled in surprise and pleasure.

"A little exited, are we?"

Kyle was breathing hard now. "Shut—up...hah," He exhales as Stan kissed the tip and moved lower to the puckering pink entry below his length. Stan reached up to his mouth.

"Suck."

Kyle took Stan's hand and placed three fingers in his mouth, dragging his hot tongue around and between his fingers. Stan growled and pulled them back, getting too lost in the sensation to focus on the preparation at hand.

He slid in one finger up to the second knuckle—Kyle exhaled uncomfortably. "You okay?" Stan asked heavily. The sheer heat and tightness inside of Kyle was making it hard to speak. Kyle nodded and blinked at him to continue. Stan slid it out a little and added his middle finger as well, sliding both in; this time Kyle hissed and whined in the back of his throat. Stan kissed his face and neck to hopefully distract him as he slid in the third finger.

Kyle bit his lip and clenched his hands. Stan moved his free hand to his length and started pumping; a few moans were now mixed in with the hisses. Stan was getting more and more turned on by watching Kyle's face shift from pain to pleasure then both in just a blink and knew he wouldn't laast long when Kyle said, "Okay. I'm ready."

Stan didn't believe him. "Kyle—"

Kyle guided Stan's face to his and kissed him long and hard. "Pretty please?" He asked in his most desperate voice. Stan moaned, defeated, and kissed him back harshly before positioning himself above Kyle and sliding in.

They both moaned; Kyle's entire body clenched up while Stan fell apart, arms shaking as he struggled to remain upright. He could only think, hot, tight, Kyle, so hot...

Kyle felt like he was being split in half, but when he managed to crack open an eye and see how completely blissed Stan looked...it made a flush of warmth run through him. He placed his arms around Stan's neck.

"S-Stan...move..."

"You sure?" He panted.

"Mm," Kyle groaned, not sure his voice would keep up.

Stan did a small, experimental thrust that left him quivering and Kyle tearing up. He slid out and back in slowly, moaning; Kyle tried to keep his screams back. It hurt like HELL. But it was Stan inside him...oh God he was inside him...

Kyle's eyes flew open as a surprising burst of pleasure jolted through him and really groaned for real. "There," he nearly begged, desperately squirming to find it again, "whatever you just did, there again, there."

Stan repeated the rolling thrust and hit something in Kyle that made his head spin; he knew Stan had found his prostate. He wrapped his arms tighter around him and basically pulled himself off the bed.

"More, Stan," He moaned as Stan pressed him against the wall and gripping his thighs with both hands, pounding him into the wallpaper. He was ready to explode right now, and could tell Kyle was close...

He started stroking Kyle's length and he cried out loudly.

"Fuck...Stan!...Ah, s-shit, I'm co—a-ah!" He yelled and threw his head back, arching into Stan. Stan bit his shoulder as he came and gave a few lazy thrusts in the sensitive afterglow. They collapsed back onto the bed, a panty, sweaty tangle of limbs.

Kyle sighed contently and nuzzled into Stan's shoulder. Stan turned to look at him.

"Just so you know, I'm never wearing that nightgown again." Stan raised an eyebrow. "And next time we're using lubrication. Felt like you were shoving a steel rod up my ass."

"I love you too."

Kyle smiled shyly. "Wanna...go again?"

So yeah, not as good quality as my other stuff since it's mostly physical stuff.

FYI—for those of you that like my stuff, I'm writing a new yaoi fanfic for the movie Mulan. Want more info? Check out the fanfic. See ya around!