It's a special day in South Park.

Characters: Stanley Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Leopold 'Butters' Stotch, Sharon Marsh

Butters and Stan are 16 the other three are 15. It's the 19th where I am at the time of uploading this, but due to time zones it might not be where you are. There's a lemon at the end.

Stan's 16th Birthday

"Thanks for coming with me Ken," Kyle said with a deep blush.

"Don't mention it," Kenny replied, "You need my expert advice."

They were in a sex shop. Stan's birthday was the day after and Kyle was having trouble thinking of a present, Kenny had suggested something to do with sex and Kyle had said he'd think about it. Now that he was one day away and still undecided, he had asked Kenny to help him out. It was awkward having people look at them like they were a couple.

"He'll like this," Kenny grinned, holding up an item.

Kyle took the item, looking uncertain, "You sure?"

Kenny nodded.

Kyle sighed, "Okay then."

They left the shop straight after buying the item.

"He might like some video games," Kenny said.

"Why didn't I think of that before?" Kyle shivered as he face-palmed, the cold October air biting into his skin.

Stan was woken early by his own excitement, Kyle was still snoring beside him. Stan still had trouble believing that his boyfriend lived with him, it had been two months since he was forced to move in.

Stan got out of bed, leaving Kyle to snooze. He pulled on some pants before going downstairs, where his mother was cooking him breakfast.

"Happy Birthday Stanley," She smiled as he took a seat at the table, "Where's Kyle?"

"Asleep," Stan replied, "I thought I'd leave him for a bit."

"I can't believe you're sixteen," Sharon shook her head, "I still remember you as the baby who threw up over Sheila."

"She deserves it now," Stan frowned.

"Let's not get into that," Sharon sighed, Sheila was a very good friend of hers and she'd never expected this to happen.

"I agree," Stan said, "What're you cooking?"

"Pancakes," Sharon's lips curled back into a smile, "Like you always want on your birthday."

Stan laughed, "I'm not changing this year."

"Not changing what?"

Kyle walked into the kitchen with a yawn, his ushanka sitting lopsided on his head, looking like his Jew-fro had escaped.

"Pancakes for breakfast on my birthday," Stan answered as he pulled his half-asleep boyfriend into a hug.

"Happy Birthday dude," Kyle mumbled into his chest.

Stan pressed a kiss to Kyle's cheek, "You can go back to sleep if you want."

Kyle shook his head, "I'll be fine."

"What time are the guys coming over?" Sharon asked.

"About one," Kyle replied, "They'll be leaving at eight."

"I'm staying at a motel tonight, Kenny warned me."

Stan and Kyle both blushed and tried to stutter out responses.

"Just make sure that you change the sheets."

Sharon set some pancakes in front of Stan and walked out of the kitchen without another word.

"I don't quite know what to say to that," Kyle said.

"She didn't really seem bothered that her son's getting laid tonight," Stan added.

"Well you are turning sixteen."

"And it won't be legal for at least another year."

Kyle got up and went upstairs, coming down with a present that was wrapped shoddily.

"I'm sorry that it's wrapped kind of crappily," Kyle shrugged, "I've never been good at that kind of thing."

Stan laughed, "Whatever dude."

He unwrapped the present to reveal a Wii U game and a PS4 game.

"Sweet," He smiled, "Thanks dude."

Kyle leaned over to whisper in his ear, "You'll get the rest later."

Stan smirked, "I'm looking forward to it."

Kenny, Cartman and Butters all arrived at the same time and they were the only ones that were coming over. Stan didn't want a huge party, he preferred to just have a small celebration.

"What are we actually going to do?" Cartman asked after a few hours of video gaming, "It's your birthday and we've done fuck all!"

"That's why I brought these," Kenny smirked, pulling a bottle of tomato ketchup and a pack of condoms from the bag he used to carry Stan's present (a T-shirt that said 'I'm friends with White Trash!'), "Just like old times."

"We haven't done that since we were thirteen," Kyle chuckled.

Stan was already standing, "Let's go, I'm bored anyway."

They walked to a footpath that went over a road, the traffic passing underneath.

"Who's going first?" Butters asked.

"The Birthday Boy," Kenny smiled, filling a condom with ketchup and handing it to Stan, who tied a knot in the top.

"I am the best at tying condoms," Stan chuckled.

"Well," Cartman laughed, "You have had lots of practice, what with Kyle moving in and all."

"I don't think we've ever used a condom," Kyle said thoughtfully, "Have we?"

Stan shook his head, "Never."

"But AIDS," Cartman frowned, "And cum in your ass."

"We've only ever been with each other and neither of us have diseases," Kyle explained, "If one of us had been sleeping around, it would make catching a disease more likely, but we don't have to worry about that."

Stan threw the first condom and they heard a large splat.

"You just hit a convertible!" Cartman laughed.

"I was aiming for it," Stan grinned, "Your turn Butters."

"I can't," Butters knocked his knuckles together nervously, "I'll get grounded."

"Who's going to find out dumbass?" Cartman frowned.

Kenny filled a condom with ketchup and gave it to Stan to tie. Stan held it out for Butters.

"Do it," He smiled.

Butters closed his eyes and hurled it, cringing when he heard the splat.

"Shit," Kyle's eyes widened, "Run!"

"Why?" Kenny asked as Kyle backed away from the wall.

"The car Butters hit," Kyle explained, "It was his Dad's."

The five of them sprinted back to Stan's, when they got there, they saw that it was half-past seven.

"I've gotta go get ready for later," Kyle said, "I'll be upstairs."

Kenny smirked as Kyle went upstairs, "We'd best be off then. Wait for Kyle, you'll absolutely love it."

Stan nodded and plonked down on the couch. He was sitting there for fifteen minutes until he heard the footsteps coming down the stairs. He looked up and instantly, his jeans tented.

Kyle was blushing, looking quite embarrassed and for good reason.

He was wearing a maid's outfit.

"Dude…" Stan smiled.

"Anything you want," Kyle mumbled, "I'll get it for you."

"You went out and got this for my birthday?"

Kyle nodded, "You like it?"

Stan wrapped his arms around Kyle's waist and pulled him close, "It looks fucking beautiful on you."

Stan slid his hands up Kyle's legs and up to his boxers, sliding them off and throwing them across the room.

"Go and pick them up and take them upstairs," Stan instructed, "Wait for me up there."

Kyle walked over to his underpants and bent down to pick them up, giving Stan a perfect view of his backside, before he turned to walk upstairs.

Stan quickly had a drink of water before following his boyfriend upstairs. Kyle was sprawled across the bed, his outfit covering any areas that Stan wanted to see.

"Stand," Stan said, Kyle obeyed.

"Strip," Stan ordered as he lay back on his bed.

Kyle stripped out of his outfit and dropped it to the floor.

"Come over here," Stan smirked, "And suck my cock."

Kyle climbed onto the bed and up to Stan's waistband. He freed Stan's dick from its confines and licked it from the base to the tip before enveloping the tip with his mouth. His mouth slid down until the head hit the back of his throat, he moved his lips back up and kept his lips around the head of Stan's dick as he began to bob his head.

"You're so good at that Kyle," Stan breathed.

Kyle hummed, making his lips vibrate around the dick in his mouth.

Stan pulled Kyle's head back up off his cock and rooted in the drawer of his bedside cabinet for the lube, which he threw to Kyle.

"Prep yourself," Stan said as he dragged Kyle to lie back on the pillows, "I want a show."

Kyle squirted some lube onto his fingers before reaching down, past his balls and hardened cock, to his entrance, rubbing it gently as Stan removed the rest of his own clothes.

Stan hummed appreciatively as Kyle began to push his fingers in and spread them to open himself for Stan's cock. He straddled the Jew as he began to fuck himself on his fingers.

"I think that's enough," Stan growled into Kyle's ear, "Cover me in lube so I can give you the night of your life."

Kyle whined with need as he squirted more lube into his hand before stroking Stan's cock, covering him in the substance.

As soon as Stan was satisfied with his covering, he sank into his boyfriend, bringing a groan from both of them.

Stan pulled Kyle into a deep kiss as he pulled half of his length back out before pushing back in, searching for the spot that made Kyle unravel like a crappy slinky. He knew where it was from experience and he found it quickly, making Kyle moan into the kiss.

"Don't hold back," Stan whispered as he moved his lips to Kyle's neck, "I want to hear what I do to you."

Stan's mouth latched onto Kyle's neck and he began to suck, occasionally grazing the skin with his teeth. Without Stan's lips to muffle the redhead, his moans of pure pleasure reverberated through the bedroom. Kyle wrapped his legs around Stan's waist to pull him in deeper.

"Fuck, Stan! Right there!" Kyle yelled out as Stan thrust quickly against his prostate.

"You're so tight," Stan had left hickeys all over Kyle's neck and chest, he grabbed the lube and squirted some into his palm before grabbing Kyle's dick and giving it a few quick strokes before timing the strokes to his thrusts.

"Oh Stan!" Kyle lost most of his speech, only having the ability to moan his boyfriend's name.

"You close?"

Kyle nodded.

"Cum for me Kyle," Stan breathed as he pulled the Jew into another kiss, "Do it."

Kyle's body decided to do just that, his cock released into Stan's hand, splattering their stomach as he moaned loudly into the kiss. The muscles in his arse constricted with his orgasm and it forced Stan over the edge, causing him to release inside Kyle.

They kissed deeply as they came down from their highs. Stan always kept a box of Kleenex on his bedside table for this very reason and he cleaned them both whilst Kyle was still hazy.

"How was your birthday?" Kyle asked as they cuddled in the afterglow.

"The best," Stan smiled, kissed behind Kyle's ear, "That maid outfit, Jesus. You looked so hot."

"Don't get used to it," Kyle chuckled, "I hate that thing."

"And you still wore it for me."

"I couldn't decide on a present," Kyle locked eyes with Stan, "I thought I'd do something different."

Stan kissed him again, "My favourite part of today though, is right now."

"Really?" Kyle raised an eyebrow, "Not the incredible sex we just had?"

"It comes close," Stan conceded, "But cuddling with you gives me a rush too, I love you so much."

"I love you too," Kyle smiled as Stan tightened his grip slightly.

Stan didn't reply he just nuzzled Kyle's cheek.

"Happy Birthday Stan."

I have a short trilogy about fear that's been completed and I'll start work on the Halloween trilogy now.