Yes, it's being updated after all this time. I had lost the drive to finish my stories and thus losing access to this account.

but both are back so I intend to finish this one at least.

Chapter Ten

Friday night rolled around; and per their routine, Kenny and Kyle walked to Stan's together. Kenny could tell Kyle wanted to say something to him about the snapchat photo he screened earlier on in the week, and waited patiently until Kyle couldn't take the silence between them anymore.

"Are you absolutely sure it was Stan you saw smoking?" Kyle hid his mothering tone as not to let Kenny get distracted from the question. "Maybe you thought it was a smoke and it was something innocent?"

Kenny gave a shrug in reply. "Doubt all you want. You screened the photo after all. It's definitely a smoke in his hand and its one hundred percent his clothing." His expression turned into a devious grin. "Unless of course you mean that it's not Stan in the photo and maybe instead his new little butt buddy."

Kyle's head snapped to Kenny from his phone and his gaze darkening. "What are you trying to insinuate? And Stan and Craig aren't sleeping together; I've been in the middle of them to prove it."

"Oh I knew eventually you'd admit you're into kinky shit but that's even better." Kenny laughed as he ducked from a swing of a fist. He jogged up to Stan's door and swung it open to allow the mocking to flow through the house. "So you couldn't decide between the two so you figured why not have everyone with black hair? Good plan man. So like, were you sandwiched in the middle or wa-oof!"

Kenny doubled over as Kyle retracted his fist from the other's stomach. "Fuck off man."

Stan and Cartman had both stopped setting up and just stared at the two. Stan pursed his lips before shaking his head. "Kenny, why are so interested in Kyle's sex life. Jealous?"

Kenny shrugged off his jacket to fall to the floor before making his way over to slump on the couch. "Of course man. I mean look at that ass."

Gesturing as Kyle was bent over cleaning up their mess; the red head let out a small growl as he straightened up and hung their jackets on the coat rack.

Cartman scoffed. "Just marry him instead. Look, it's like having a titless housewife."

Stan rolled his eyes as he sat up on the couch beside Kenny. "Yeah, because we could totally afford his taste in rings."

"I'm not that picky."Kyle finalised as he stepped over Cartman in a beanbag and taking his place beside Stan. "I just know what I want."

Kenny clamped his nose with his fingers. "A lot of buttsex from me, Craig Tucker."

Kyle shot through Stan's arms to swipe at Kenny, who slipped down onto the floor with a bark and rolled out of reach. Stan gave a small chuckle before clamping his best friend in his arms. "I think you need a good time out dude."

"Argh, fine. You're both assholes though." Kyle gritted and relaxed over Stan's lap. His brow soon knitted and he shifted to face his friend's stomach. "Dude, what is that?"

Kenny licked his lips. "Oh yeah, this is my kind of games and chill night."

"That is sick." Cartman guffawed, shifting to see Stan stiffening as Kyle's hand shot into his front pocket. "Can you guys at least wait until we well and truly leave the room before sucking each other off? Christ!"

Kyle leant up, pulling a packet of cigarettes from his search. Even Stan's eyebrows shot up as his friend sat up and waved them in his general direction. "Stan what is this? I thought we agreed that we'd never smoke again."

Stan looked at Kenny, who shrugged his shoulders and looked just as confused as he did. The taller male looked back into the face of his disapproving best friend, getting Kyle's slightly larger nose in his eye. "Dude! Back up. Look I-" He pushed Kyle back by his shoulders but kept a firm grip. "I was just stressed out with Wendy, and exams coming up so I figured one would take the edge off. But it didn't and now I have a packet to go to waste. Happy?"

Kyle pursed his lips, before yielding with a nod and putting them back in his pocket. "Yeah. I'm happy enough with that. Just, don't do it again."

"Yes mother." Stan chuckled and let go of his friend. But inside he was mentally preparing to kick Craig's ass on Monday.

"You have got to be more careful if this is gonna work out butthead."

Craig, now back as Stan at school, rolled his eyes at the lecture he was receiving from Kyle. "Dude, you really need to stop. Back up a little bit and get your mother out of your head. Now try again."

Kyle glared in response, eye narrowing. "Kenny caught you smoking as Stan. I found your cigarettes in his pocket over the weekend. Do you realise how stupid I feel having to pretend I'm an idiot like everyone else? Hell I had to divert Kenny into thinking we had a threesome so he'd get off my case about the photo!"

"I don't see why it's a big deal. I'm sure you handled yourself very well and really I'm amazed it's taken this long for that to come out because the girls pretty much think so anyway." Craig gave a smirk. "Stan thinks we fucked the other day anyway."

Kyle's eyebrows shot up. "Dude. Why?!"

"Because seeing his face is priceless and you know getting under your skin is my fetish."

The red head breathed out his nose very heavily before closing his eyes and shaking his head. "You're unbelievable."

"But I'm yours and you'll just have to live with that." Craig's voice suddenly changing to imitate Stan as they reached within earshot of other students. "Ky don't be like that. I love you."

Kyle dropped his shoulders and fell back into step with him, face softening. "Well in that case, you're forgiven I guess."

Kyle noticed Kenny at Clyde's locker, staring at them before lowering behind the open door and whispering. "They think you're being suspicious."

Craig scoffed and directed Kyle away with his body. "Because bending behind a locker discussing the only time I fell off the bandwagon isn't sketchy at all."

"They're plotting something, which is weird because Clyde barely has two brain cells to rub together." Kyle commented as they entered the classroom. "We'll keep an eye on them I think."

Craig nodded and headed towards their desks, nodding to Stan as they walked past. Stan shot a hand out to grab Kyle to stop him. "Hey, can we talk for a second while it's still quiet?"

Craig stopped to turn, blinking and looking at the two. He met Stan's gaze, who tried to make a motion for him to beat it. Craig took the hint and shuffled to the other end of the room and took a seat.

Kyle bent down at the desk and folded his arms over it, resting his chin down and looking at Stan expectantly. Stan blinked and hoped his contact didn't shift, because it sure felt like it leapt across his eyeball.

"I uh, wanted to talk about whether or not you see us being like…" He trailed off, trying to think of how Craig awkward-as-hell Tucker would ask someone out. So far he figured his struggling was pretty on point. "I dunno maybe we can see each other around school and our friend groups sometime."

Kyle cocked an eyebrow. "So, you're asking me out on a date?" He soon smiled. "Sure, sounds good. Let me know when and I'll make myself free."

Stan attempted to give off a Craig signature smirk before nodding and making himself busy with his phone. "Cool. I'll message you when I figure out a time."

Kyle stood back up and made his way to his desk, and Craig leant back on his chair. "What did he want?"

"Help with homework." Kyle stated, eyes flickering to the other students slowly flowing into the classroom, a buzzing of several conversations merging together. "Don't be so concerned."

Craig felt his pocket vibrating, and cautiously pulled his phone out and kept it beside his thigh. He glanced at Kyle, who was now immersed in a conversation with Red as she sat down to notice. Craig looked back to his phone down on his left side, seeing a text from Stan. He opened it and made sure he didn't make it obvious he wanted to smile from ear to ear from the single sentence written.

You owe me big time lover boy.