Stan's just got home from playing an American football match.
Characters: Stanley Marsh, Kyle Broflovski
Characters are 16. I'm having a lot of trouble with writer's block again, so if anything gets written it will be a oneshot. I have so many of these things unfinished because I don't know where to go with them. I mentioned a long oneshot in a (much) earlier oneshot, that will be split into three parts.
Exhaustion
Kyle ran his fingers through Stan's hair, forming soapy suds in the black strands. His fingers deftly worked on Stan's scalp as he pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
Stan was doing his best to keep his eyes open. He had just played in an American football match for the school and he had been the only player who had put in any effort for the game. It had taken its toll on him and Stan had been the one taking the brunt of the opposition tackles. Kyle had found it hard to watch, seeing his boyfriend get beaten into a pulp.
Now they were in the bath together, Stan slumped down against Kyle's chest, a reversal of how it usually was. Kyle dunked his hands under the water to remove the shampoo and grabbed the bottle of body wash on the side, he squirted a dollop into his palm and rubbed them together briefly before wrapping his arms around Stan's waist and began to rub his hands around Stan's torso. Stan hummed softly in appreciation.
"I nearly went to wait in the car," Kyle admitted softly.
"Why?" Stan yawned, his plan was to have dinner and go to sleep, Kyle would most likely accompany him to bed and read or sit at the desk and do homework.
"Seeing you get destroyed like that…" Kyle murmured as he pressed his lips to Stan's cheek, "It tore me apart. I cringe every time I see you get tackled without you being the only one who does."
Stan gave a weary laugh, "I'm fine, just exhausted."
Stan laced their fingers together as Kyle finished washing him, Kyle squeezed his hand in return as he rested his chin on Stan's shoulder.
Stan yawned again, the mere action making Kyle yawn too, although he wasn't tired. Stan laughed at Kyle's yawn and the Jew nuzzled his neck in response.
"I'm so tired," Stan said after a while.
"I know," Kyle replied, "When we get out, you just go to bed, I'll bring your dinner up."
"You don't have to do that," Stan frowned.
"I know, but I want to."
They did this every night after Stan's American football games and the roles would be reversed after Kyle's basketball games. It was comforting having a hot bath to soothe aching muscles while having their boyfriend wash them down and clean them of perspiration. While both of them would prefer a shower because it would make them cleaner, cuddling in the bath like this was so relaxing.
Kyle wrapped his arms around Stan's middle and scooted as close as he could, pressing kisses to his back and neck.
"Can we stay in here for a bit?" Stan asked after a while.
Kyle just hummed against his back in response, Stan decided to take it as a yes and settled back into Kyle's hug, turning his head to silently ask for a kiss. Kyle answered by pressing his lips to Stan's and kissing him tenderly.
"I love you," Stan said after pulling apart.
Kyle smiled at him, "I love you too."
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