Disclaimer: Do not own them.
Title: Fantasies
Summary: Stan is jealous
Warnings: Slash Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Couple: StanKyle
Written By: Shino
Inspired By: blackestheart: who said ' I love them! You should do one with a jealous Stan. that would be super fucking hot dies'
Comments: In Stan's POV-like-ness OO . . . And, as before, they're already together

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Jealousy
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Stan rounded another hallway corner, grinning. He and Kyle had plans to go see the new 'Live Free Die Hard' movie and he couldn't wait, the movie looked fucking sweet.

Kyle's locker came into view and he stopped short, watching the red-head as he chatted with a certain blonde.

His smile grew slightly when both boys started to laugh. A moment passed before they both calmed and Kenny hooked a thumb over his shoulder, motioning that he had to go. Kyle nodded and, before Stan could react, the blonde leaned down and kissed him.

His smile dropped and he waited for Kyle's reaction.

Kyle simply laughed again and kissed him back, but on the cheek, before waving goodbye at him.

Frozen to his spot in the middle of the hallway, Stan stared open-mouthed at Kyle.

That cheating BASTARD!

Said bastard caught sight of him and waved, closing his locker.

"Dude, ready to go?" Kyle's hand raised and he lightly rubbed Stan's arm in greeting.

"Uh, err," Stan turned away and coughed into his hand. "Sure, man. But we have to stop by my house. . . I forgot my cash." His eyebrows were furrowed and he tried to keep the angry edge from his voice.

Kyle quirked a brow, "You okay?"

"Huh?" Stan turned back to him a forced a smile. "Yeah, yeah. Just, uh, forgot my money."

". . . . Okay."

One more slightly confused look was sent his way before they walked from the school.

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They had managed to catch the bus so they didn't have to walk the whole distance but what they did walk was in silence. Stan could tell it was making Kyle even more worried so he, begrudgingly, on his part, caught Kyle's hand and squeezed it in a 'reassuring' way.

Kyle seemed to take this as a good sign and smiled down at the snow dusted ground.

When they reached the green house, Stan, almost hastily, dropped Kyle's hand and fumbled with his keys, there were no cars in the drive, meaning nobody was home.

Stan opened the door and let Kyle in first, a habit that had developed over the years, and shut the door behind him.

"Want me to wait here or can I come up with you?"

He turned and regarded Kyle torn between confusion and anger.

"Stan?" Kyle took a step towards him, a hand rising, the same as earlier, the rest on his shoulder. "Dude? What's up?"

"You-" Stan stopped and brushed Kyle's hand away before heading away from the front door. "Never mind, not important. I'm gonna go grab my money now, kay?"

Kyle caught Stan's arm. "What's wrong?"

Spinning around, he glared. "YOU." Stan shook his arm, dislodging Kyle's hand once again.

"Me?" Kyle looked at a loss, eyes darting to the ground, trying to find some sort of hidden answer that wasn't there. "What are you talking about?"

He looked away when green eyes returned to him. "You know what."

"IF I knew, then I'd know what the fuck was wrong by now, wouldn't I?"

Stan advanced on Kyle, hands rising and shoving the red-heads thin shoulders against the wall. "Well what about you and Kenny?"

If Kyle was in any sort of pain, he didn't show it. "Me and Ken- . . . Jesus Christ. You mean in the hallway? You saw that? Why do you over-react about the stupidest th-"

"You fucking kissed him!" Stan hadn't meant to get so loud, but he couldn't seem to control it at the moment.

Kyle had a look of surprise mixing with his own anger, and Stan knew why. When they argued, he never raised his voice; Kyle was the one who did that. "He kissed me you fucking ass!" He got over his shock and growled, his own hands grabbing onto the front of Stan's shirt. "AND! News fucking flash! Kenny kisses EVERYONE!"

On pure impulse, Stan slammed his mouth over Kyle's in an aggressive kiss.

Kyle pressed back.

The argument continued, just not out loud. They expressed themselves by biting at lips and tongues, hands grasping clothing and limbs, small growls sounding when they parted.

Then Stan got the upper hand.

He forcibly pushed Kyle onto a near-by table, making the phone and picture frame sitting on it clatter to the floor. Quickly working the buttons of Kyle's jeans he pulled away, letting them both gasp for air.

Kyle let out a half-strangled cry when Stan's hands first pushed down the front of his jeans and his fingers clutched Stan's shoulders harder then before.

With his hands pumping and squeezing and pulling, Stan tried to concentrate hard enough to bring a slight pain with every pleasurable move and it wasn't long before Kyle collapsed against him, breathing ragged.

A few moments passed before Stan pulled his hands away, and wiped them off on his jeans.

"I motherfucking hate you." Kyle growled into his shoulder, still boneless.

Stan couldn't help but grin. "I'm sure you fucking do, man. I'm sure you fucking do."

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I meant for a conversation to follow but, I don't think it would be easy to have angry, aggressive. . . Whatever you'd call that, and then talk about it.

That's just gay.

Fhoor shoour.

Anywhozel

Lukkit there. I wrote something kinda smutty. Sure it's crappeh, but hey, I finally did it didn't I?

Oh, yes, before I forget. Everyone who wanted Truck Romp thing has to actually e-mail me. Cause I'm too lazy to go around to everyone's profiles and do it. :D I have yet to actually write it, but I'm. . . going to. . . I just have to think on it. I don't know how to set it up.

I suxorz.

. . . . . . . I hope Stan get's off after all that. He deserves it.

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