"Hey, Kyle," Stan mumbled in a low, soft tone. "D'yknow what sounds fun?"

Kyle sighed, taking another swig of his beer. Shifting his gaze over to his friend, he glared. He knew this was going to happen. Still, he hoped maybe he could be wrong. Trying not to make his annoyance too obvious, he sighed.

"What?"

Then Stan shifted clumsily - already pretty tipsy himself - to lean into Kyle's ear. The redheaded boy shivered, his ears being one of his sensitive spots. It didn't help that Stan was breathing so heavily.

"You fuckin' me." Stan whispered before running his tongue along the outside of Kyle's ear.

The redhead let out a soft gasp before turning his head away and grumbling. Stan, intent on his mission, moved to kiss his friend's neck. Kyle didn't move, although he was getting embarrassed. Eventually he looked back over at Stan, huffing.

Still, the brunette grinned at him. "You look so cute when you get all red like that."

A direct hit. Stan, frustratingly enough, knew all the buttons to press to get what he wanted. Still, Kyle was trying not to give in to him. He knew more than well enough why his friend was suddenly in the mood, and he didn't want to deal with it.

Then, Stan let out a whine. "Kyle, buddy, please," he begged. The jewish boy bit his lip, still trying to resist. "Come on, you know I've been having a hard time."

Scoffing, Kyle rolled his eyes. "Oh, I know. Trust me, I'm the one that's been dealing with you."

It was true, unfortunately. Stan had been a depressed wreck ever since Wendy had broken up with him. Again. Their relationship had only seemed to get more turbulent as the kids of South Park had all grown up, and soon their breakups had almost become a weekly occurrence. They just couldn't seem to break out of their cycle, and Kyle was getting tired of it.

Especially when this had become a part of the breakup routine as well. Stan would come over bringing beers and whatever other liquor he could snatch from his parents, then the two friends would drink together. Then, as the two of them were getting more and more intoxicated, Stan would start flirting heavy with Kyle.

At first, the redhead had turned him down. After all, he wasn't gay. He liked girls, and he had liked plenty of them in his time. He had never looked at another guy in that way, and especially not his best friend. Still, Stan had seemed so sad, so dejected, so Kyle had given in a bit more the second time. The only thing they had done then was a bit of making out, just to make Stan feel better about his kissing abilities.

How it had spiraled so out of control into full blown sex was beyond the redhead. The worst thing, though, was that Kyle had actually enjoyed it when they did it. He blamed it on the fact that he was sticking his dick into something warm and tight, but it still felt so weird to be fucking his depressed best friend.

Of course, it could almost all be tracked back to Stan's smooth talking. Sad, drunken piece of shit or not, the guy had a silver tongue. He made everything that should have been weird or wrong seem normal, even fun for them to do. Besides, as much as Kyle wanted to turn him down again or tell him no, he just couldn't.

Which made him feel really stupid when Stan pulled back, his expression intense. The redhead boy stared at him, already knowing what he was gonna say.

"If you don't wanna, we don't have to," the brunette mumbled, despite the clear lust in his eyes.

For a split second, Kyle wanted to say no. He wanted to push his needy friend away and finally get control of and end this stupid cycle. He was so tired of being Stan's rebound fuck after Wendy dumped his ass over and over again, it made him feel so stupid. The only saving grace was that no one seemed to know about their little routine, otherwise the jewish boy didn't know what the hell he would do.

Still, Stan was sitting in front of him now, cheeks red and breathing heavily. Glancing down, Kyle noticed he was hard as a rock, and he swallowed hard. It was the weirdest thing; the brunette had never been enticing to him. It was only in these times that Kyle found him irresistible. Maybe it was because the redhead knew Stan would do anything for a release right then.

After a moment more of silence, Stan sighed, pulling away completely for a second and apologizing. Kyle, now frustrated in more ways than one, groaned before grabbing his friend by the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

The taste of Stan was oddly addicting. Kissing his best friend felt like nothing he'd ever felt before; it wasn't as though he didn't like kissing girls, either. There was just something special about Stan's chapped, thin lips and it drove the redhead crazy.

"You're so fucking annoying, dude," Kyle grumbled in between kisses.

Stan simply grinned, happy to be given into. Truth be told, Kyle may have smiled back a bit, the two of them sharing a laugh for just a moment.

After that, it didn't take long before they both started hurriedly stripping, Stan seeming especially excited this time. He practically ripped Kyle's clothes off, kissing whatever part of the boy's pale, freckled skin he could reach. The two soon got lost in the moment, especially when Kyle finally got a condom on, lubed up, and slipped deep inside of Stan.

They stilled for a moment, the jewish boy gripping his friend's dark, soft hair, pushing his face down into the bed. Stan squirmed, gasping and moaning at the feeling of his best friend's hard cock hitting so deep in him and anxious for him to start moving. Still, Kyle didn't move. He just wanted to torture his friend for a little bit for making him deal with this shit again.

Eventually, the brunette turned as much as he could, his eyes a bit teary and his expression desperate. Kyle felt his heart skip a beat for a second before grunting and finally moving.

The redhead savored every moan, groan, and muttered curse word he heard his friend utter as he began a slow, yet rough rhythm. He made sure to slam his hips against Stan's shockingly soft ass, feeling his control slipping every time he seemed to reach just a little deeper.

He let his mind wander a bit during, not wanting to cum too soon. So he thought about the entire situation and how stupid it really was. He hated that Stan clearly looked to him for this type of pleasure when Wendy didn't want him. He knew he was the second choice, which was so frustrating, especially given that Stan didn't seem to even really like sex with Wendy anyways.

Kyle had wondered for a long time if his best friend was actually gay. Sure, he had been with Wendy for a long time, but that could just be Stan being stuck deep in the closet. After all, he had never seemed to show any real interest in any other women. Well, it didn't really matter anyways, Kyle could never really see him any differently. It'd be too hypocritical to judge him now.

Suddenly, the redhead's attention was ripped back to Stan as the writhing boy gasped out his name. Kyle felt his brain melt out of his ears for a moment and he lost control, moving faster, making Stan choke up and simply gasp in time with the wild thrusts.

The brunette knew all the right buttons to push, and Kyle felt like a fool. Still, for just a second, Kyle forgot that this was basically weird pity sex. He forgot that he was the rebound fuck and got lost in the moment.

He relished Stan's soft skin, firm muscles, and his sexy voice. It was incredible how enticing his friend could become so quickly. For just a moment, the redhead forgot about Wendy, and it was just the two of them enjoying this intimacy together.

Lost in the moment, Kyle pulled Stan up, wrapping his arm around his friend's chest to keep him steady. Then, he leaned to kiss the brunette's neck, cheek, lips, whatever he could reach. He savored every shiver, gasp, and bit of praise Stan threw his way and maintained his quick, rough pace as well as he could.

But, alas, all good things must come to an end. Thankfully, Stan seemed to have already came himself, but Kyle wasn't sure when. He must have zoned out when it happened, but either way, it was convenient for him as he came to a finish.

He buried his cock deep inside his best friend's ass as he came, filling it up and feeling rather territorial for a moment. He felt for a moment that Stan was his, and that he didn't want anyone else seeing him like this. Even Wendy.

As they fell back onto Kyle's bed, separated, and stared up at the ceiling with heavy breaths, reality began to set in again. Stan's phone had started ringing just as they laid down, and for a moment, Stan seemed like he was going to ignore it. The ringing stopped, and then immediately started up again.

The boys shared a look with one another, panting, tired, and with plenty of annoyance from Kyle. The redhead then rolled his eyes and shifted to face his back towards Stan, who let out a heavy sigh before picking up the phone. The jewish boy wasn't stupid; he knew who the caller was. It was the only bipolar bitch who would call over and over if given the chance.

"Hey, Wendy," Stan hummed, sounding just a little too happy for Kyle to be okay with. "I'm just hanging out with Kyle. We actually just got back from a run." Such a bullshit excuse, it made Kyle want to shout what they were actually doing. "Really? Okay, then I'll see you tomorrow. Alright. Okay. Bye, Wendy."

Kyle curled up a bit, already feeling beyond stupid for doing this again. "What did she want?"

"She wants to meet up for lunch tomorrow. To, y'know, talk about us."

"Wow, what a shock." Kyle's voice was more bitter than he intended it to sound.

The brunette stared at his friend, confused and a bit annoyed with his tone. Kyle knows that he loves Wendy, and it wasn't like that was going to change any time soon. Besides, it wasn't like either of them were actually gay. They were just letting off steam together.

Still, Stan didn't want to leave on a bad note, so he leaned forward to gently kiss Kyle's shoulder, mumbling that he had to go home. All he got in response was a grumble, without the redhead turning around at all. Rolling his eyes, Stan got out of bed, dressed himself, and left the room. All the while the jewish boy laid there silently.

After his best friend had left, Kyle felt tears slipping down his face. He had no idea when he had started crying, but he was pissed it was happening. He was pissed that he felt used, and that he was feeling jealous of Wendy. He didn't know when, but at some point in this stupid cycle, he had started wishing that Stan wouldn't go back to Wendy. Stupid enough, Kyle had, at some point, started wishing he could take Wendy's place.

Curling up into a ball, Kyle let himself cry alone as he realized the awful, horrible mess he got himself into.