CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
imma be
imma be poppin that bubbly cool and living that good life oh lets make this last forever
imma be by the black eyed peas
authors note: ARENT YOU SO EXCITED BECAUSE ITS BEEN LIKE WEEKS SINCE THIS WAS UPDATED IM EXPECTING TEARS OKAY PLEASE JUST CRY
if you're happy and you know it clap your hands
i'd better hear fucking applause because I wrote all of this and then didnt save and then i crashed fuckfuckfuck
"Hello?" an angelic but husky voice that was actually Kenny's boomed through the walls of the T.G.I. Friday's secret nightclub bathroom. It bounced off the walls and vibrated into the ears of Stan and Kyle, who were currently naked and sweaty and finishing up their moment of unprotected fiery sex. Stan and Kyle stopped their moaning and panting and stared at each other like oh shit and Kyle suddenly realized he was pressed naked against a gross bathroom floor that was tainting his vulnerable flesh. He squirmed and froze and Stan looked at him all horrified because he was.
"You lovers in here? Look, if you didn't want to come, you should have said so..." Kenny continued and his manly graceful footsteps echoed throughout the dimly lighted room as he strode deeper. "...I thought you'd be happy."
Stan and Kyle were still frozen and silent and didn't move so that Kenny couldn't catch them in the act of heated anal sex again. Even though he's already been romantically involved with both of them, it was still super embarrassing. Stan's hands were currently under Kyle's thighs and he had him pinned to the cold gross tile floor.
"I know you're in here, it's one of my twenty senses," Kenny groaned, but Stan thought he was just bluffing because sometimes Kenny could be a douchebag like that.
Stan sighed and then slowly removed his hands from Kyle, but to do that he had to slide his hands up Kyle's smooth thighs and perfect ass and tiny waist, and so therefore both of them couldn't control the two loud moans that left their mouths like zrtztzrt. Their faces went red because they were blushing and then soon the lock on the door was unlocked and Kenny stood there smirking with his hands on his hips. They jerked their heads around and covered themselves with each other.
"Dear god, really? Sexual urges had to be satisfied like right now?" Kenny laughed because this whole situation was funny. Stan and Kyle were so startled and Kyle was secretly really furious because there were no lamps to throw at Kenny. Stan blinked because people blink.
"N-no, Kyle jumped on me..." Stan tried to explain, and then Kyle bitch-slapped him but he was so weak that Stan wasn't really affected but he groaned anyhow. "O-ow..."
"You don't enjoy having sex with your boyfriend? Fuck you," Kyle hissed like a cat, and then Stan shook his head really fast and clung naked to his sexy naked Jew.
"No, no, Ky, I was just..." Stan apologized against Kyle's smooth effeminate skin and stroked his freckled cheek. "You know I love you."
Kenny's heart was breaking. Watching the two loves of his life cuddle naked on a bathroom floor just tore him apart but he visibly held himself together because he was a decent angel player, which meant he never would show how weak he can be for Stan and Kyle and sometimes Craig. He was so confused about who he loved and he just wanted to settle down with one of them but they were so set on being in love forever together with each other that Kenny thought that would be a pretty hopeless quest. So he stood there in the doorway, not able to avert his angelic cyanide electric blue eyes from their gaze upon the two loves of his that could never be. He was doing a pretty good job of holding himself together, even when Stan pressed his beautiful lips reassuringly against Kyle's own peachy effeminate ones, but when their faggoty connection at the lips lasted ten seconds too long, Kenny's composure suddenly cracked, and then he sniffled. Kenny sniffled.
Stan and Kyle suddenly broke apart, and they both looked at Kenny who had just let out a sniffle very curiously.
"Kenny?"
Kenny looked at his two lovers and wondered which one just called his name in the form of a question.
"Are you okay?" Kyle now visibly asked, and Stan remained quiet and gazed at Kenny silently because Stan still would always have hidden feelings for Kenneth the angel doctor player. His denim skinny jeans cerulean blue eyes gazed at the sniffling Kenny and then Stan knew that Kenny still loved him too and Stan felt really awful because Stan was making Kenny's heart ache and yearn for their beautiful lost homosexual love. Kenny's piercing cyanide chemical blue eyes found Stan's own skinny jeans denim blue ones, and they stood and stared for a few heartwrenching seconds. Then Kenny pretended to be okay again, smiled mockingly at Stan, then looked at Kyle and said, "I'm fine."
"We ordered mozzarella sticks and vodka. It's getting cold," Kenny told Kyle, then nodded slowly and he walked away from the bathroom stall and down the hall and through the door and slammed it. Kyle looked up into Stan's skinny jeans denim blue eyes.
"Stan... you want to go back out there?" Kyle whimpered from beneath Stan's naked body. Stan looked down into Kyle's emerald evergreen green eyes.
"Yeah, Kyle, I'm hungry... let's just go..." Stan huffed and then lifted his hot naked emo kid body off of Kyle's and then started to dress himself again with the clothes Kyle stripped off of him that were thrown on the floor everywhere. Then Kyle soon followed and he stood up and started to dress himself and Stan and Kyle were silent and didn't say anything because they were both really reflecting on what they did and neither of them were really horny anymore and Stan was thinking about Kenny and his sadness and Kyle was thinking about how Stan called him "Kyle" and not "Ky" like he always did and so Kyle then knew that Stan was mad.
"Stan, what's wrong?" Kyle asked quietly and carefully as he slid on his short short shorts. Stan looked over with a totally serious and somber expression face.
"What? Do I look troubled?" Stan grumbled and zipped up his black hoodie sweatshirt.
Kyle swallowed. "You're... you're acting like Craig."
"Well, would you rather have me act like Craig? Considering your little moment of attachment to him, I'd think you'd dig grumbling and boring people and attitude," Stan scoffed and he was metaphorically dripping with sarcasm and he shook his head at the ground. Stan was grumpy and defensive because of Kenny.
"S-stan... what's gotten into you..." Kyle asked softly, starting to tremble and his beautiful stunning eyes started to water with a layer of tears. Stan looked over at Kyle and saw how hurt that he was and he was metaphorically stabbed in the chest. But then Kenny came into his head and the sympathy wound was healed.
"I feel like we're not really in love. All of this just feels useless. I feel useless," Stan confessed but was just blinded by Kenny's heartbreak and didn't mean that. But he sighed and put his hands in his black hoodie pockets and looked at the bathroom stall door.
Kyle quivered and from his emerald evergreen green eyes came tears, and one drop fell and splattered against the tile. "I-is... Stan... is that really how y-you f-feel?"
Stan sighed. "Kyle, we're in a bathroom stall in California covered in each other's sperm and whatever was on the bathroom floor. Outside these doors are hundreds of gay men grinding in the dark to intense rave music, our three friends are waiting with probably not safe mozzarella sticks and alcohol, and then when we get back out there we're going to end up drunk and horny and in the same fucking situation, you're going to end up fucking pregnant again, and shit, Kyle, you're still recovering from the trauma from the abortion and you'll probably have an affair with Craig or Kenny or Tweek for all I know, and I just, I just... I want to be back in Colorado walking through the snow in winter clothes and going to your house to watch cartoons and drink hot chocolate, before we even considered a relationship. Before the kissing, the touching, miles before the sex. It doesn't... you know, I just don't know what we're doing anymore. I just don't know what I'm doing anymore. And, I remember thinking it was so right, you know... I thought it was so..." Stan choked up and his voice cracked and he trailed off.
Kyle was shivering in a metaphorical puddle of his own tears. He was speechless, he was so hurt and metaphorically destroyed brutally from the beautiful inside. Stan had never been so hurtful before. Stan sighed and began to walk a few steps towards the door, and Kyle choked out loud, stabbing sobs. Stan stopped in his tracks and looked over at Kyle and he bit his lip and then looked down at the ground.
"I just need time to think," Stan sighed. "It's just… it's been three days, Kyle, three days, and I've managed to fuck everything up. I feel so lost and awful and and… filthy. It's this awful feeling and I just hate it. I hate betraying people and blindly thrusting into you and hearing your moan in my head as I'm letting them pour out of my mouth as Kenny is about to do the same to me. It's terrible. I don't know what I'm doing anymore."
"S-stan…" Kyle cried and pleaded and begged. "Stan, w-where… where is this coming f-from?"
"Someone logical," Stan stated, swallowing down saliva and it echoed through the silence. Then Stan took another step forward, and Kyle inhaled all he could and took a step forward of his own.
"B-but, Stan, we w-were... we were so perfect... Stan... you can't do this, you can't do this, y-you're... you're my everything, and I..." Kyle wheezed with heartbreak and agony. "I love you."
Stan stopped again. "Do you really? Think it over, do you really know that you love me?"
Kyle nodded furiously and walked cautiously and trembled like an abused puppy over to Stan's side. He wiped the river of tears away from his left emerald evergreen green eye. "I-I... you're all that I know. Stan, without you I'm just... I'm just a shell of a p-person. You've... y-you've always been a part of me. I need you."
Stan shook his head and blinked away the tears that came. "Kyle, I need time. I just need time. I c-can't... don't..." Stan turned around to face the emotional disaster that Kyle was now. He cautiously put his hands on Kyle's shoulders. "Please don't do anything stupid. I care about you. Just let me think."
Kyle blinked and looked deep, deep into Stan's twinkling cerulean skinny jeans denim blue eyes, and he saw something knew. Stan's eyes were watering, and the irises began to flow and reminded Kyle of the ocean, the waves rushing in and out. The ocean. That's what it was.
Stan watched Kyle's emerald evergreen orbs gushing tears and saw something more than the forest, he saw the grass beneath it, the soil, the... the earth. The earth. That's what it was.
Stan moved his face to Kyle's, and briefly pecked Kyle on the cheek with his smooth overemotional lips. He pulled back and Kyle nodded slowly, and as Stan lifted his shoulders he felt like the magnet always bringing them together was taking on full force, and he reached out for Stan as his warmth left him and crashed against his chest and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Stan choked up and brought one hand up to Kyle's forearm.
"Kyle... I'll always be here... you know that. I just want to think over things between us and I..." he was cut off by Kyle's agonizing wails, and he gave in and wrapped his arms around Kyle and clung to him with everything left in him and bawled into the beautiful crook of his neck. They both cried, tears splattering against the tiles and echoing with their cries against the bathroom walls. Kyle felt complete again, he fit perfectly against Stan and their tears soaked each other's clothes and their arms were entangled around each other so desperately. For the first time, Kyle knew it was something more than sexual tension, he knew they weren't just fulfilling sexual urges because there was something stronger that he always was aware of but never truly felt.
And as the metaphorical waves of Stan's metaphorical ocean flowed through Kyle's metaphorical earth, Kyle knew that they were desperately in love.