KYLE

I watch Stan walk towards his car. That was totally unexpected. I cover my face feeling embarrassed all over again despite Stan saying that it was okay. I walk back inside the apartment closing the door jumping when I see Tweek. He is standing there smiling making me laugh. I run my hand through my curls anxiously.

"You could hear us couldn't you….." I state. Tweek nods.

"You know these walls are thin," he replies blushing. Oh god… "I like him, he's really nice."

"He is," I reply thinking about everything that has happened. "I'm so scared I'm going to fuck this up like all the other times." I am trying not to be negative but it's so hard. I think I love this guy. I can't bear to have my heart broken like before.

"Don't say that," says Tweek as I walk over to him. He is standing by the kitchen fidgeting with his fingers. "You were right, he is different. He seems to really like you."

"And how would you know that?" I ask. "Could you hear that much?"

"No, I talked to him," says Tweek. "I mean he seemed almost worried about you but in a good way." I nod believing this. Most guys when I had my freak out would run for the hills. The girls would stick around but they would try to baby me which I hated. I may have not hand many relationships but I have gone on several dates.

"He actually listens to me," I reply. "I mean I have only known him for a short period of time, but I think I can trust him. I haven't seen him in forever, he is still the same."

"He showed up to your job concerned," says Tweek. "I think that is okay…"

"I know but Cartman would show up to my job," I state rolling my eyes.

"That's difference," says Tweek shaking. "Cartman is evil, pure evil." I nod in agreement walking into my room with Tweek following. Thankfully I have some plug ins making it smell pleasant.

"So, Craig will be flying into town next week," he replies. "He is getting a hotel or whatever."

"Oh," I reply grabbing my glass of water. "He's not staying with his parents." Tweek shakes his head no.

"He wants me to stay with him at the hotel," he replies slowly. "I'm so nervous."

"I know the feeling," I reply sitting on my bed. "Craig says he likes you and I believe that to be true. I mean he is flying here to see you during his time off." Craig's team made it to the playoffs but not the finals. He won't begin training again until the winter.

"I know….." moans Tweek surprising me. "He wanted to take me on a cruise, but I'm scared to be on a boat with no escape route to land. He then tried suggesting we fly and of course I shot that down. I feel like I'm holding him back or something."

"You're not holding him back," I reply. "He seems okay with making things work between you guys." Tweek nods in agreement.

"Just like Stan," he points out. I chuckle.

"Yeah," I reply. "Just like Stan." Tweek usually would sit down but knowing what just took place on my bed has him standing. "I think we might actually have boyfriends." Tweek blushes and we chat a little bit more about Stan and Craig. It's too early for me but I discuss where I would like things to go with Stan and Tweek tells me his about Craig. For the first time ever, I don't feel like we are love sick puppies that are wanting to be loved. These guys want to love us in return.

A MONTH LATER

Stan is coming over tonight and I am more than excited. He is picking up some food from a restaurant he wanted to try. I had a rough week and didn't want to go to the restaurant, so he is bringing the food to me. He is super sweet and didn't give me shit for it. Cartman always wanted me to cook. Anyway, everything is clean ready for Stan. Tweek is gone so we can have super loud sex if we want. We have still been texting heavily. I love the fact that he reaches out to me making me not feel desperate. He respects my space when need be. It's so strange how he knows me better than my own family. My phone rings, I see it is Nichole.

Nichole and I dated for a little bit in middle school, but she thought we were better off as friends. I talk to her but not as much as I use to back then. When she got to high school she blew up with popularity. Dating Token furthered her popularity status. Nichole doesn't care about popularity. She was happy with enjoying those around her. Everything changed when she found out she was pregnant. She didn't take the whole pregnancy thing too well though.

"Hey, how are you doing?" I reply.

"Kyle….." says Nichole sounding like she is crying.

"What's wrong?" I ask panicking.

"I'm pregnant…" she cries.

"What!" I exclaim. "How the hell did this happen? I mean I know how it happened but…..oh my god…"

Nichole groans before continuing.

"I forgot to take my pill one night since I went out with some coworkers," she explains. "I didn't think missing one damn pill would cause this."

"All it takes is one time," I reply sitting down on my bed. "Why didn't you use a condom knowing you missed a pill."

"Kyle….." Nicole whines in embarrassment. "I like it without the condom hence why I'm on the pill…." I don't blame her there. Raw dick is so much better. "Yeah the worst part is it could be Token's or not…"

"Nichole no…" I pout in sadness.

"I don't even know if I want to keep this baby," says Nicole.

"You know Token is not going to like that," I reply. I don't blame him. Token and Nichole parent's are both well off where their children wouldn't need or want for anything. Although Token and Nichole both have good jobs. Token coach's basketball at the university while Nicole works for a magazine as a fashion blogger. I mean why not have the child. It is her choice at the end of the day…..if Token is the father. "So….um who is the other guy?"

"A mistake I would rather not speak on….." mutters Nicole. "I just needed to talk this out. I mean I'm so pissed."

"How far along are you?" I ask slowly.

"I'm 6 weeks," explains Nichole. "My time is very limited…..it would be an easier choice if I knew which guy is the father." I nod in agreement although she can't see me. "I don't know how to ask Token for this DNA test…..I mean if I have the chance to get rid of the child I would much rather do that…..ugh….this sucks."

"Why not ask the other guy?" I inquire.

"I don't want him to know" she admits. "Something tells me he will want to keep the baby. I just can't…." So glad I don't have to worry about pregnancy, sounds stressful as hell. I talk with Nichole calming her down. She decides to ask Token for the DNA which we know is going to lead him to being pissed off. I think if the child is Token's she will keep it. I don't know who the other guy is, but it sounds like he doesn't stand a chance. Stan finally arrives to the apartment. I happily greet him opening the door allowing him inside. I honestly would much rather go to his place because I like the layout better, plus it feels so comfy.

"Hey," smiled Stan. "How was your day?" I chuckle closing the door locking it. He looks so damn cute.

"It was good actually," I replied. "Thanks for picking up the food."

"No problem," says Stan walking to our dining table. I go grab some plates coming back to the table. "Where is Tweek?"

"Oh, he is out this weekend," I reply. Stan smirks but doesn't make eye contact with me. I blush wondering does he really know what is on my mind. "No projects?"

"Still working on the same one," he replies platting the food. "My part of the project is up to speed which is why I don't need to work the overtime. Can't say the same for everyone else." Stan takes a bite of lo mein before putting some on his plate. "Dude this is literally the best lo mein I have ever had in my life!" I chuckle putting a little of everything on my plate.

"God, how much did you spend on this?" I ask.

"Don't worry about it," smiles Stan. "You know you are the first person I have dated that actually cares about me paying all the time."

"Well yeah," I reply. "I wouldn't want my boyfriend to always pay for everything. It's suppose to be a partnership when you are in a relationship."

"Are you saying we are in a relationship?" asked Stan amused. My cheeks get warm as I didn't catch my slip up.

"I didn't say that!" I exclaim.

"Kyle, I want you to be my boyfriend," states Stan. "I'm sorry if this wasn't all romantic or anything but it already feels like you are." I stare at Stan unable to hide my smile. I just nod my head saying yes. He leans in kissing my cheek. "Don't worry, I will take good care of you." I know he will, he already has. We head into my room getting comfortable on the bed.

"Can I ask a question," I reply once comfortable.

"Of course, you can," chuckles Stan. God he is so carefree.

"Umm…why me?" I asked. Stan facial expression becomes serious. "I don't…..understand why me."

"You should have more faith and confidence in yourself," says Stan. "You are a good person. You like to cook, clean, take care of yourself, you're a hard worker, you always think about others….." I start blushing because he makes me sound perfect. "I'm not worried about your skeletons because we all have them." I nod as he grabs my remote turning on the TV. God I wish I had the funds to have met him sooner. "I have a question for you." I turn towards Stan rather surprised to hear this.

"Um okay," I say softly fighting down my nerves.

"What made you decide to trust me?" asked Stan. He blushes which surprises me. He very rarely does. However, he is asking a good question. I close my eyes because it makes it easier for me to talk.

"You accepted me," I reply. "You never once question me about anything. You never asked me why I do the things I do. When I went to San Francisco I was trying to be everything I wasn't, but you saw right through that and didn't run away." I sniffle a little as I feel myself breaking down. Just remembering how Cartman and I ended things. He told me no one would ever like me. A fat ugly jew man. "T-there was always something about you. From the first time we met. I tried to ignore it…..but…..you came here. You came here for me." I cover my face beginning to cry because I feel so overwhelmed. Stan never said he moved here to be with me, but he doesn't have to.

"Hey," says Stan reaching over grabbing my face. His thumbs begin to wipe away my tears. "No need to cry. You are a good man. I love everything about you." I open my eyes at the word love.

"W-what?" I stammer. Stan doesn't even blink.

"I love you," he admits. "I loved you from the first time I laid eyes on you. I thought….I thought I was overreacting at first you know. I kept waiting for you to say something I would hate but you never did."

"Not even me shutting down after we ran into my ex?" I asked. Stan face changes.

"I don't like him," he replies. "I know he hurt you. For the fact he tried to rub that in your face…." Did Stan really see all of that after seeing Cartman once. "He tried to break you. I will never respect him." Oh Stan… "I love…..mmmppphhh" I lean forward kissing him deeply. I begin to smile into the kiss.

"I love you too," I whisper against his lips. Stan moves his plate to the nightstand as I do the same. You think we get in one good meal but nope. We need to make love and it must be now. No words need to be said. Stan removes all his clothes before getting back in the bed with me doing the same. I grab my lube knowing we aren't even going to use condoms. I'm a little anxious suddenly.

"Don't be nervous," says Stan sliding in between my legs. He rubs his nose against mine making me whimper. "It's been a while since we connected." It has been a month since we had sex. I know Stan wants to stretch me. The palm of his right hand grazes the inside of my left thigh. I moan so glad Tweek is gone because something tells me I won't be able to hold my voice in at all. Stan kisses the side of my neck as his pointer finger slides inside. I bend my back slightly sighing into his touch. My hands grab on to his waist. Stan groans into my neck. His finger begins to move back and forth slowly. I like that he isn't going to fast.

I moan whine with Stan mouth is sucking on my skin. At other times he is nibling, biting. I can't contain myself anymore. I start rolling my hips onto his finger. My hands dig into his waist wanting to feel everything. I realize my voice is beginning to increase but I can't help it.

"Ohhh…" groans Stan. He starts thrusting his hips into my thighs. I rub my cheek into his hair enjoying the sound of his voice. I'm so glad he moved here to be with me. I have never felt so loved. I whimper with my dick beginning to throb. Stan abandons my shoulder turning to take my lips. I grumble into his mouth. Stan and I proceed to make out as he continues to stretch me. I am rather surprised by the way I can handle it. My body quivers quite a few times throughout our stretching. I certainly almost climaxed a time or two. I bend my back crying out as Stan adds another finger making my body jolt.

"Stan…..aahhh….oh god…." I shout. I close my eyes fighting not to climax. He leans close to my lips.

"You're finally about to cum?" he asks his voice heavy with lust. I gasp grabbing on to his shoulders. I am taking breaths trying to think clearly.

"Y-you know I am…..haaa…" I close my eyes trying to get my body to relax. Stan kisses my forehead, but those fingers didn't stop moving once. "Ahhhh…haa….." I reach my right down between us grabbing Stan's hard dick. I want him to feel like he is breaking too.

"Uggghhh…." he moans.

"C-can't…..handle it…" I pant as my hand travels his length. I doubt I will be able to get him to reach his peak this way. It would be nice to bring him as close to the end as I possibly can. I whimper as my insides squeeze around his fingers. Stan groans before leaning down kissing me. I'm somewhat caught off guard but adapt quickly. I breathe heavily into his mouth arching my back.

"L-let go….aahh….." cries Stan. I do as he says releasing his dick from my hand. He sounds like he was certainly walking on the edge of climaxing. I release a sigh as he removes his fingers. Stan is panting hard as he grabs a tissue from my nightstand. He is wiping his fingers down. "You almost made me cum." I can barely open my eyes.

"You're joking right?" I ask. Sure I want to get him as close as I could but I didn't think I was going to.

"No even," says Stan taking a deep breath. "Are you okay?"

"I think so…" I mumble my mind feeling hazy. Stan grabs my hands pulling me to sit up.

"I want you on your knees," he explains.

"Oh," I reply unable to hide the shock. Stan likes facial contact during our intimate affairs. I move slowly into position feeling my desire still traveling my body. It is making it difficult for me to focus. My body continues to quiver. Stan positions himself behind me.

"You ready?" he asks.

"Yes," I reply trembling a little. Something tells me this is going to be a short ride. I got so worked up during the foreplay. Stan hands hold on to my hips as he pushes forward. "Aaarrrgghhhh…ha…." My dick is twitching already. Shit. I feel his twitching inside. I release a guttural moan unable to contain my voice. Stan moans. He pants hard letting me know this is just as hard for him as it for me. "You felt that…."

"Yes…" he hisses. My eyes flutter knowing he can feel every pulse. I sigh feeling Stan and I become one. "Oh Kyle…." Stan moans as he starts thrusting his hips going deeper and deeper. I cry out with my desire spreading throughout my body. He leans down kissing the back of my neck slowing his hips down. "Baby…" He begins to rub my spot. I am unsure if he is trying or not. "Fuck Ky…." Stan slows his hips down making me gasp. Ky? He has never called me that before, but I like it. A lot. Stan sucks on the back side of my neck.

Stan hips gradually increase. Soon my dick is bouncing as his thrust increase. My body is shuddering under him. He connects with my prostate once more and this time something tells me it is on purpose.

"Ohhh….haaa….haaa…." I yell. Stan places his left hand on the side of my ass squeezing for dear life. My voice continues to let him know how good he is making me feel.

"Aaaggghhh…..you're squeezing me…haaa…" groans Stan. I know I am. I can't hold it in anymore.

"Stannnn…..Stannnnn…" I cry. I quiver into my climax gasping for air. "Aaaggghhh….aaahhh…." Stan hips gain speed. Our skin starting to clap as his snap. "Haaaa….haaaa….." I orgasm all over my sheets as my eyes roll back. Fuck. My hands start gripping my sheets as I moan.

"Yeah…Ky…" he moans. "That's it….ahhh…" He kisses my shoulder before sitting up. His thighs slapping against my ass is clearly heard. My ass is jiggling creating a new sensation. "I'm going to cum…..haa….hahh….." I reach my hand back grabbing his that is planted on my ass. I tangle our fingers together as I bounce.

"Stan….." I mutter.

"I'm cumming…..hahaa…..aaggghh…" he cries. Stan grip tightens on my hand as he begins to release inside me. I sigh in content welcoming this feeling. He grunts continuing to thrust his hips until he can't anymore. "Oh my god….." He hums leaning over kissing my shoulder.

"Paper towel," I say weakly. Lucky for me Stan is quick grabbing it before I collapse on my bed. Stan is wiping himself.

"I can help you change the bedding," he says causally. I smile.

"I would like that," I reply standing up. "Ky huh." Stan blushes running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah," he says as I walk into my closet to pull down the bedding. "I think it is a cute nick name." I laugh.

"It is," I reply. "I like it." Stan smiles.

"So….." he says slowly. "Since Tweek is out of town, no project for me…can I stay with you?" I stare at him in surprise. I surely thought he was going to leave.

"You don't even have to ask," I say lowly. Well I know how the rest of my night is going to go.