Stan Marsh pulled out his phone to check the time,

12:15AM, it read.

He was standing outside the Rec Center with the rest of his bandmates who had been putting away their instruments. They were standing by his car, he looked on as everyone started to leave the Rec, either drunk, or carrying their friends who were drunk. Their performance lasted a good 2 hours, playing several songs that blew the roof off, everyone screamed, and sung along. It was, in Stan's opinion, one of their best performances yet. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a arm slung around his shoulder. He looked at theperson said arm belonged to, Clyde Donovan, clearly drunk out of his mind.

"S-Stan. You guys f-fucking killed it tonight! You guys rock! Haha! Damn, I can't r-remember the last time I had that much fun." He hiccuped in between sentences.

"Thanks man. Glad you guys loved it." The raven haired teen replied, although something bothered him. It wasn't Clyde, but where was Kyle?

"Sorry about him. He's just had a little too much to drink tonight. Let's get you home now. Token can you help me?" Bebe came up from behind Clyde, trying to carry him, arm around her shoulder. Token had just finished saying goodbye to his girlfriend Nichole, walking up to help Bebe out with the drunken teen.

"Hey haha, you guys were amazing tonight. I can't wait until you're next performance." He said as he walked up to them.

"Oh don't worry about that. It'll be pretty soon, isn't that right Stan?" Kenny remarked, cuddling Butters against his car.

"Yea, probably give everyone a month or two break, give everyone time for graduation and college applications, then hit up some more venues. I'll let you know." Stan answered as he held his hand out for Token, who accepted his handshake.

"That'll be great. I'll see you guys soon."

"Man, ju-ju-just think fellas, in a couple years time, we're going to be fa-fa-famous, touring around the world. Oh, well there's my ride, catch you boys la-la-later." Jimmysaid as he grabbed his drums, packed away, and headed to his parents car.

"You really think we'll be famous like he said? Oh hamburgers, I don't know if I can handle that!" Butters shrieked, being comforted by Kenny.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, it won't be just you, you'll have all of us with you. We'll stay friends even if we let the fame get to us, and you'll still be my bunny." Kenny soothed his boyfriend, giving him little kisses.

The black haired teen looked around, hopefully spotting the infamous green ushanka in the crowd.

"HI Stan!" He heard a calming voice say.

He turned to look at his ex-girlfriendWendy. After breaking up with her when he realized he no longer felt any love for her, the two decided to stay friends.

"Oh hey Wendy. Did you enjoy our performance?"

"I did, you guys were great. Although I'm not really a fan of that type of music, I thought you really were amazing." She replied smiling.

"Thanks. It means a lot that you came." Stan scratched the back of his head.

"You two good? Me and Butters are gonna head back home. Is it alright if we leave our guitars with you dude?" The blonde teen spoke up as he hugged Butters from behind.

"No worries. I'll catch you guys later.Hey Wendy, I'm sorry too, but I have to head home."

"Of course, tell Kyle I said hi, and that he's one lucky guy." The noirette teen said as she winked before walking away.

Stan watched as his two friends turned around and walked home, he finished saying his goodbyes, getting in his car and starting the ignition. He didn't want to be caught between the blonde couple, they were probably going to go back home and cuddle anyways. Probably fuck. Stan was waiting for Kyle to come out but he never did, he wondered if his boyfriend just went home without him, as he drove out of the parking lot, he drove past many groups of friends and couples, hollering and screaming at him, cheering him on. Hell, he probably saw Eric Cartman of all people, drunk and chanting his name, but he didn't care. He didn't care about thefame, the money, the glory, or the recognition. All he cared about, all he wanted was Kyle. The reason why he makes the songs, the reason why he is alive, Kyle. He drove, clenching the steering wheel, the night lights of the streets and the stars the only illumination. Finally he made it home, he had moved out of his childhood house and actually moved in with Kyle in a rather quaint neighborhood, the two lived in a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment. With the money that Stan got from his band gigs, and the money Kyle got from his job as an intern at his father's law office, the two could actually afford something small for themselves. Since they were a couple, no longer needing to have separate beds, the two shared one bed. He pulled in the street in front of the apartment, locking his car and headed inside. As he opened the door, he noticed the lights were on.

Strange, they were off when he left.

As the raven haired teen walked in, his ocean-like eyes drifted over to the bedroom door, slightly left open ajar, he opened it and saw the most beautiful thing his eyes would ever bear witness too. There on their bed was Kyle, his soft, pale skin glistening, naked and lying there. His auburn hair curled behind him on the pillow, his leg crossed over across his other leg, arms resting in his hair. His green eyes looked up with lust at his boyfriend.

"Stan...I'm sorry I didn't say bye to you. But I just had to give you something for your performance tonight." The ginger spoke with such lust, such emotion that it actually sent shivers down Stan's spine.

The young man stood in the doorway to their bedroom, speechless and left stunned. His eyes glued to the sight in front of him, the way the light softly shined against Kyle's freckled, pale skin in the dimmed room, the way his eyes glimmered like the most precious gemstone on Earth. It turned him on even more when Kyle flipped over onto his stomach, resting his chin on his hand, over the edge of the bed and whispered in a low, sultry tone.

"I want you to take me Stan."

That snapped the young teen out of his thoughts when he quickly grabbed his boyfriend in a chokehold and pushed him on the bed, earning a light groan from the redhead. Stan quickly discarded his clothing and leapt onto the bed, pinning Kyle down and kissed him as hard as he could. As the two exchanged saliva in afierce, tongue battle, Stan felt his lover's arms wrap around his neck and pull him in closer, so close that skin met skin, their bodies rubbing off each other. The two would separate in short, hot little gasps to catch little breaths, they whispered sweet little things to each other like, "I love you so much dude," and "More." Stan chuckled as he moved down and bit down on the pale teen's neck, licking and sucking down as his boyfriend moaned loudly, clutching onto the back of Stan's head, holding him down.

"S-Stannnn!"

Kyle's vision went hazy, almost like steam had just enveloped the room and all he saw was white. His grunts and the occasional toe twitch, with Stan's hot tongue on his neck, it made him all the more vulnerable. He didn't care how manyhickies or bruises were going to be left on his body, he wanted to be marked, all for Stan, his Stan.

"You look so hot when you're like this." Stan had moved off and looked directly into Kyle's beading eyes. "I'm going to put it in. Are you ready?"

"Always ready for you Stan, just please, do it already. I want to feel you, please fuck me."

That was it all it took when Stan had inserted himself deep inside his boyfriend, slowly thrusting and moving at a slow pace, easing his way inch by inch, he stopped, awaited approval to continue. The noirette looked down and saw Kyle clenching his eyes closed, before they opened slowly.

"Don't hold back dude, I need you." Such desperation in his voice, Kyle couldn't even comprehend what happened next, as he lay on his back, arms laid out, sprawled above his head, tongue sticking out and eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as he got fucked in a quick tempo, hard and fast by the teen that topped him. The bed shook every few seconds that it rocked the walls.

"OH FUCK!" Kyle screamed, moaning all the while.

"Fuck Ky...you're so good. I never want this to end." Stan had gripped the teen beneath him by the hips, sliding his dick into his boyfriend's ass, just watching it come out, before he thrusted into it again. The sweat sticking to their bodies, the room smelled like pure sex, the sound of skin slapping. This was literally heaven for the two, no where else would they ratherbe.

"Marry me!' Kyle had screamed this from out of nowhere, seemingly too blissed out his mind to even understand the severity of what he had just proclaimed.

"Do you mean it dude?" Stan was stunned, but not at all opposed to the idea of them being a married couple, man and man, Super Best Husbands together forever.

"Yesss. S-Stan. M-Marry me. After all this c-college stuff, I want you to stay with me forever, I don't care if you propose to me at your p-performance, just please, promise me you will." The redhead was crying tears of pure joy, elation, just absolutely in love.

"I promise Ky." Stan had whispered, shedding a few tears of his own as hegrunted. "I'm going to cum Kyle. Cum with me."

"Okay...STANNNN!"

"KYLEEE!!"

The two had came together, Kyle was coated in his own release, Stan had buried himself deep inside his boyfriend, letting it ooze out of him and onto the bed. He collapsed with a "Huff" on top of his lover. As the two lay together, Stan buried his nose into the redheads neck, inhaling the scent of the teen, Kyle had ran his hands through the black hair that rested by his chin lovingly. Nothing could be heard but the heavy breaths of the two, exhausted and worn out. Kyle was the first to speak.

"Hey...I forgot to ask...what was that song about...anyways?"

"Are you...sure you want to...know?"

"Yes...tell me."

"Okay, that song was about...you saving me from when I went...through that horrible shit...when I almost ended it...you stayed with me and helped me...you loved me and showed me that you care. I wrote that song as a reminder that you're the one...who saved my life."

"Holy shit dude."

Silence again filled the room, the two slowly drifting off to sleep from exhaustion. Before they did, Kyle had one request.

"Hey, next time...can I fuck you?"

Stan had actually laughed at that, not because of how ridiculous it was, but just from now sudden it was. After his laughter died down, he responded:

"Of course dude, anything for you."