What happens after Kyle's basketball games?


Characters: Stanley Marsh, Kyle Broflovski

Characters are 16, I guess this is a continuation of Exhaustion.


After Basketball

Stan cringed at the purple swelling around Kyle's ankle as he rubbed the body wash over his boyfriend's chest, he pressed a kiss behind the redhead's ear as his hands moved over his torso.

Kyle was the captain of the school basketball team and he was the best player, despite his short stature and the team had just taken part in (in Kyle's words) the most frantic game they'd ever played in and they had eventually won.

Unfortunately, Kyle had rolled his ankle during the game and although he continued to play, he definitely wasn't running right. By the time Stan had met him outside the changing room, his ankle had swollen to the point where he couldn't fit his trainer on and he was hopping out to meet him. Stan was certain that Kyle had aggravated the injury by continuing.

Kyle was quiet and Stan had to check that he hadn't fallen asleep, his eyes were open, but his eyelids were heavy.

"How's your ankle?" Stan asked.

"Fucking hurts," Kyle replied, "It isn't as bad as before though."

Kyle's original plan was to have a shower, but Stan had persuaded him to have a bath and soak his foot in the hot water. Kyle had agreed because of the prospect of cuddles with his boyfriend.

Stan pressed his lips to Kyle's cheek softly, "I'm gonna get you an icepack when we get out, you just rest your ankle and I'll take care of you."

"I'll be fine," Kyle yawned.

"You probably will," Stan chuckled, "But I want to make sure that your foot gets better. Just let me look after you."

Kyle smiled at him, "Fine then."

Stan nodded, "You wanna get out? The water's getting cold."

Kyle nodded and allowed Stan to get up first, using him for support as he got out. He gingerly tried to put weight on his foot, hissing when he felt the sharp pain shoot through his ankle. Stan carefully guided him to the toilet and sat him down before handing him a towel and grabbing one for himself.


Kyle was dressed in his usual sleepwear when Stan carried him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He laid him onto the bed and walked downstairs, returning with a cushion and a bag of ice. He set them down on the bed, lifting Kyle's foot gently and moving the cushion under it before laying it back down and setting the icepack on top, making Kyle gasp.

"You okay?" Stan asked.

"Yeah," Kyle answered, "Just cold."

"Well it is an icepack," Stan smirked.

"Shut up asshole," Kyle grinned, patting the space beside him, "And get up here with me."

Stan smiled and sat next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. Whenever one of them was sick or injured, the other would smother them in care and affection.

Stan turned on his PS4 and went to the Netflix app to select a film for them to watch as Kyle laid his head on Stan's shoulder.

"I might fall asleep during the film," Kyle admitted.

"Don't worry about it," Stan smiled, turning his head to face him.

Kyle pressed their lips together gently and gave Stan an Eskimo kiss after they pulled apart.

Stan smiled as Kyle settled back into his side and laying his head back on his shoulder, dinner would be ready soon, but Kyle wouldn't be going to get it. Stan was going to take care of any need Kyle had.