"K-Kenny?" Sputtered Stan
"You guys were just…" Kenny started, the shocked look on his face quickly turning into a shit eating grin. "Well I guess I can't say I didn't see this coming." He says, walking towards them and putting a hand on each of their shoulders.
"What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean 'You can't say you didn't see this coming'?" Kyle questioned, making quotes in the air with a sour look on his face.
"I mean, you guys act so gay ALL the time, and now, well... now I know you guys really are." He says, still grinning while Kyle and Stan scoff.
"We act gay all the time?" Stan asked, raising an eyebrow. He had thought they'd been pretty good at hiding it… hadn't they?
"Yeah, like that time you fell on top of Kyle in gym class and you two just kinda… stared into each other's eyes for a whole twenty awkward seconds." Stan and Kyle both wince.
"Yeah, but that's like, it." Kyle says seriously, trying to remember anything else but failing.
"What about that time you guys both hugged and said 'I love you' when we were 9 after we got George Lucas and Steven Spielberg arrested?"
"Okay, yeah, there's that too, but… that was forever ago…. How do you even remember that?" Stan trails off.
"Not important." Kenny laughs it off, "There's also the time Kyle hurt his ankle, and even though he could still walk, you, Stan, carried him bridal style to the nurses office."
Both Stan and Kyle were silent, unknowing of what to say to that.
"And just last period when you suggested that sticking your cock in Kyle's mouth would make you 'Hot and hard'." Kenny smirked knowingly at the shocked expressions on their faces. Why the hell was he even keeping track of all this?
"I was joking!"
Kenny's grin widened. "It's still gay," He says "And let's not forget last week when-"
"Okay! We get it!" Yells Kyle frantically, looking around to make sure no one could hear what Kenny was saying.
"Okay, okay…" Kenny rolls his eyes, "who else knows?" The blank looks on their faces coupled with the silence is enough to let Kenny come to a shocking conclusion. "Don't tell me… I'm the only one?" He asks as Stan scratches the back of his neck.
"Yeah, you're the first, Kenny." He admits.
"Well-... why haven't you told anyone else? Do your own parents even know about it?" Kyle looks at the floor at the question.
"Like Stan said, you're the first. We don't want anyone to know." Kenny's grin returns, and he removes his hands from their shoulders, letting them fall to his side's.
"Like Cartman?" He laughs.
"Especially Cartman." Kyle says, growling slightly at the thought. "You think he's bad now? Imagine if he knew me and Stan were…"
"Gay for each other?" Kenny finishes for him.
"Why do you have to put it like that?" Stan groans, his arms flailing in the air slightly.
"Because it's true," Kenny says, "and anyway, how long has this been going on?" Kyle has the gall to look like he actually was pondering the question.
"About a year…" Kyle finally says.
"Seriously?!" Kenny yells, earning a strange look from Nelly, who is walking down the hallway towards the fountain.
"Geez, is the whole class out here? Why are you even out here in the first place, Kenny?" Kyle asks, watching Kenny as he begins to tap his foot against the ground impatiently.
"Never mind that," He whispers, making sure Nelly can't hear him. "You guys have been going out for a year and you neglected to tell anyone? Not even your parents?"
"You got it." Said Stan.
"Dudes…"
"What's wrong with that? We just aren't ready, that's all." Kyle says, eyebrows furrowed.
"...Well, maybe you should consider telling them, I mean look at what happened when Tweek and Craig came out to their parents, they got praise and money." He laughed, recalling the memory.
"I mean…" Stan says, chancing a glance at Kyle. "You're taking it so well, so maybe we should." Stan concluded.
"Yes! You really should!" Kenny shouts, earning another awkward stare from Nelly, who this time was walking back to the gym instead of away from it. Stan smiles weirdly and waits for Nelly to go back to the gym before pulling Kyle into another kiss.
Kenny looks away from where Nelly once stood and towards his two best friends, he thought about the whole incident from the past 3 minutes. Him asking the coach to go to the bathroom, walking out of the gym to see Kyle and Stan with their tongues in each other's mouths, then of course the whole conversation they just had. Lucky him. He was the only one who knew they were gay, and all by chance! Would they have told him otherwise...? probably not.
"Get a room you two." He joked, watching Kyle pull away from Stan, leaving a smear of blood on Stan's upper lip. Stan stared at Kyle's beautiful, delicate features for a moment longer before pulling him along the hallways towards the nurses office.
"Don't you dare tell anyone about this!" Stan called to Kenny, and Kenny laughed.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He muttered before making his way to the toilets.
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"So can I stay at your house tonight?" Stan asked Kyle.
"I'll have to ask my mom, but if she says yes then so do I."
"Hey, yeah! We should all come over, just like old times! We could stay and eat supper and then sleep over." says Kenny, and Stan nods in agreement.
"Hey, speaking of eating, are you gonna finish your pizza Kahl?" Cartman asks, eyeing the barely half eaten piece of pizza on Kyle's plate.
"No, you can have it, lunch is almost over, I don't have enough time to finish it anyway…." He says dismissively, "and yeah, I'll see if you can all come over."
"Sounds good to me, not that I enjoy spending time with you, jew fag, but..." Says Eric, reaching across the table and grabbing the pizza from Kyle's tray.
"Shut up, fatass." Kyle says half-heartedly, and they talk about all the exciting things they may or may not get up to tonight.
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"My mom said yes, you guys can come over for the night." Kyle bubbled, putting his phone back in his bag and packing up the stuff in his locker.
"That's great! Can one of you drive me to Kyle's house, preferably not Cartman." Kenny requests.
"Eh!" Eric yells back. Kenny snickers and walks towards Eric in mock threat, accidentally bumping into Kyle on his way there
"Sorry fatass, but-"
"It's fine, I was in your way." Kyle blushed, cutting Kenny off. Kenny turned around with a confused look on his face. "I was talking to Cartman… why would you think I was talking to you?"
"W-Well, you bumped into me, so I just assumed…" Kyle stuttered, blush deepening.
"Why would I call you fat?" Kenny responds, and Kyle looks hopeful for a moment before faltering.
"Because I am." Kyle says so low that only Kenny, who was closest to him could hear, even then, Kenny doubts he heard correctly.
"What?" asks Eric and Stan at the same time.
"Nothing." He responds, twisting around to face his locker once more.
Kenny throws a concerned look at Stan, who just shrugs, as he didn't hear what Kyle had said. Before Kenny could say anything more the bell rang and Kyle tore down the hallway and yelled over the buzz of students:
"Kenny, you can ride with me!" The four boys made their way out of the school, then split up. Once at Kyle's car Kenny asked what Kyle had meant by what he said, and Kenny could swear he saw a hint of despair in Kyle's eyes before he speaks, "nothing, get in." Kenny doesn't feel much like arguing, so he just did as he was told and shuts his mouth for about two minutes before the silence becomes too much and he has to fill it.
"So, you and Stan…" he inquires.
"What about me and Stan?" Kyle muses.
"How long do you think you can go without telling anyone? Or have I at least convinced you to tell your parents?" Kenny asks and Kyle just sniggers, amused.
"Is that a no?" Kenny questions whilst Kyle is silent. "Come on Kyle," He presses on. "You can't keep something as important as a relationship in the dark forever! I mean, Stan is important to you, isn't he?"
"Of course." Kyle says with a small smile on his face, he couldn't even begin to describe how much Stan meant to him.
"So tell your parents… or are you worried about their reactions?" Kenny asks.
He ponders the question for a moment before answering, "no, I think they'd love me no matter what gender I'm interested in."
"So then why hide it for so long?" Kenny asks, and Kyle ponders this too.
"I have no idea, I guess I'm just…" Kyle freezes up, and Kenny frowns at him.
"Just what?"
"Ashamed," he whispers. Kenny is silent for a moment, thinking about what this could mean.
"Of Stan?" Kenny finally asks after the long pause.
"No!" Kyle shouts, not faltering in the slightest. "No, of course not." He wished he could slam his head off the steering wheel without putting the two of them in mortal danger, Cheering up slightly as he made it onto his street, hopefully ending the conversation once he pulled up to his house.
"Then what are you ashamed of?" Kyle winces at this. God, he didn't want to talk about this... at all. But, in the end he spoke nonetheless,
"I guess I'm ashamed of myself." he mumbles, and Kenny stares at him disbelievingly for a few seconds before he opens his mouth again.
"What? Why would you be ashamed of your-" Kenny starts before Kyle cuts his off
"Oh look, we're here." Kyle says as they pull into the driveway, unbuckling his seatbelt in a haste. "And look, Stan and Eric are already here." He laughs nervously, hoping to distract Kenny as he opens the driver-side door.
"Kyle," Kenny says, grabbing his arm before he has time to go out the passageway.
"W-what?"
"Why would you be ashamed of yourself?" Kenny asks again, gently.
anger ripples across Kyle's features, before vanishing just as fast as it came. Kenny doesn't know if it's with him or himself. Kyle rips his arm out of Kenny's grasp.
"Because Stan's bi, but me, no. I have no interest in women what-so-ever."
"So?" Kenny questions, staring as Kyle's eyes begin to fill with unshed tears and a dark look takes over his face.
"So? So I'm a dirty faggot, that's what. I'm fucking freak of nature!" He says, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him. He walks up to his house and opens the door, then he takes his shoes off.
"Hey bubbalah, how was your day at school? The boys are in the kitchen eating some snacks, Eric said he hasn't asked his mom if he can stay over yet, so I don't know if he'll be staying, and where's Kenn-..." She cut herself off, "What's wrong Kyle?" she asks, just now noticing the tears streaming down his face.
"Nothing." Kyle choked, running up to his room in his now sock feet, slamming his door behind him, just as he did with the car door.
Stan came out of the kitchen just as Kenny came through the door.
"Kenny, Stan, do you have any idea what's going on with my Kyle?
"I'm not sure…" Said Stan, staring at the stairs
"I should go talk to him," Kenny says, taking off his shoes as well.
"No- I'll talk to him, after all I'm his…" Stan starts, but stops himself from finishing the sentence, glancing nervously at Sheila.
"Yeah, you go on ahead." Says Kenny as Stan makes his way past him and up the stairs.
"His what?" Asks Sheila.
"Uh… Maybe his best friend? I don't know." Kenny says nervously.
"Yeah, maybe… but why wouldn't he just say that?"
"I have no idea." Kenny says, getting a little flustered. 'Great.' He thought. 'Now I've got to keep this a secret, too.'
"Well, anyway," Sheila sighed, "there are snacks in the kitchen if you want any."
"Thank you, I'll go grab some right now." 'Any excuse to get out of this conversation.'
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"Kyle?" Came Stan's voice through the door of Kyle's room.
"Go away." Was the response he gets
"I'm coming in, Kyle." Stan says, opening the door to see Kyle lying on his bed with a dejected look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Asks Stan, walking over to the bed.
"Nothing, I said go away if you didn't hear me." Kyle grumbles.
"Kyle, you know I'm not going anywhere." Stan takes a seat in front of Kyle's curled up form as Kyle sighs and sits up on his bed beside him.
"Fine, but don't expect me to talk to you."
"That's okay… I think I know another way to cheer you up…" Stan coos suggestively. "Take off your clothes." He says gently and Kyle gave a small smile and obliged, quickly stripping off everything but his shirt. "Okay, and the T-shirt is on why?" Stan laughs at his antics taking off his own clothes. Once he was done he looked over at Kyle, who was drying his eyes but still had his shirt on. "Come on Kyle," Says Stan "I want to see that beautiful body of yours. All of it."
"I don't have to take off my shirt in order for you to have sex with me." 'I don't want you to see my fat stomach.' Kyle thinks.
"Why won't you just take it off?" Stan asks, obviously confused.
"Because I don't want to, Jesus Christ, do you want to do this, or not?" Kyle rolls his eyes, wiping his tears some more
"Fine, fine." He groans, concerned. Though a small smile spreads across his thin lips as he flips him onto his stomach and raises his hips in the air.
Once they were done, Kyle eyed Stan, then asks,
"Why do I get comfort sex? Were you even in the mood?"
"For you," Stan says, "I'm always in the mood."
Kyle smiles, rightfully cheered up now, before Sheila calls them down for supper.
"Shit!" Kyle pushes Stan off the mattress and pulls the sheets off of his bed, as they were now covered in their sticky love. Stan and Kyle both get dressed and head down the stairs to the kitchen where Ike, Sheila, Gerald, Kenny and Eric sat at the table, Kyle and Stan pull out their chairs and sit down.
"So, is the problem resolved?" Sheila asked the two boys.
"Yeah…" Says Kyle hesitantly.
"My oh my, Stan you really do have a way with words, you can always make my little Kyle feel better." She says, taking a fork with spaghetti spun around it to her lips. Kyle and Stan both look at each other and burst out laughing.
"He has a way with something." Kyle says, noticing his pants are unzipped and zipping them up.
"What does that mean son?" asks Gerald while Ike has a grossed out look on his face.
"I think I know." He says
"What then?"
Ike looks disgusted for a moment longer before answering, "Nevermind." Gerald and Sheila share a look but then quickly go back to eating before Sheila notices Kyle's simply playing with the food on his plate.
"What's wrong with the food bubbalah?" Sheila asks, looking confused.
"N-nothing," Replies Kyle, annoyed that he had been caught "I just had a lot to eat today is all."
"Don't lie Kahl," Says Eric with a mouth full of food. "I ate half your pizza today."
"I know, I meant I had a big breakfast, so shut your mouth fatass"
"Kyle! Don't you ever speak like that in this house or anywhere for that matter!"
"S-sorry mom." Kyle says, looking across the table at the now smiling Eric.
"Don't apologize to me, apologize to Eric."
"But mom-" Kyle begins, looking displeased at the whole situation.
"No buts, just do it."
"Fine… I'm sorry Cartman." He mumbles.
"What? I didn't quite catch that." Eric says taking out his phone and opening the camera, pressing record video. Kyle rolls his eyes, staring at the table with hate in his eyes.
"I said I'm sorry…" Kyle looks up to glare at him, noticing the camera in his hands. "You're recording this? Seriously?"
"Yes, of course I am." Eric says while Kyle sighs. "I hate you." He mutters, glaring fiercely at him.
'Go fuck yourself,' Eric mouths.