I was going to wait awhile to post this chapter, but I'm just too excited! Again, I included a graphic scene, FAIR WARNING. I really like this chapter, and I hope you guys do too! Without further adieu...
Chapter 5- Set Me Free
Wendy intertwined her legs with Eric's, and brushed back his sticky hair that was matted to his sweaty forehead. He let out an exhausted sigh and draped his arm around her shoulders. "Wow," was all he could manage. His heart was beating rapidly, and his breaths had just now begun to steady.
"Wendy, you are amazing. I love you so much," he gushed. He realized he had never said that outwardly before. He hoped she wouldn't be too upset that it was after they…He didn't feel that way because she was great in bed (even though she was breathtaking). He truly felt it, and had felt it for quite some time now.
Wendy's eyes beamed and she smiled so big Eric could see all of her perfect, white teeth. "I love you too, Eric!" she exclaimed. Even when she was dripping with sweat and her hair was a mess, he still thought she was the most beautiful sight on the face of this earth. He was overcome with emotion as he leaned in to gently kiss her forehead.
Eric Cartman could hardly believe what had just happened to him. After he heard Stan attempting to bust down the door, he thought for certain he wouldn't be able to get Wendy to calm down enough to finish what she had brought him up there to do. It wasn't that he wasn't upset—he was furious for the bastard ruining their moment. But for the first time in his life, he understood why Stan couldn't get over Wendy Testaburger. She was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him. Cartman was still in shock that she picked him over Stan.
He could hear fighting once more in the hall. This time, it was between a girl and Kyle. He didn't really pay too much attention to the words. As long as Wendy was by his side, nothing else seemed to matter. He felt her tense up with anger again. It was amusing to him that she got upset so easily. Even easier than he did. They were the perfect match. Cartman usually was the one to calm down his irate girlfriend. This time, he just stroked her hair lovingly and looked into her eyes. This was the first he had been able to see how she felt after they had messed around. The lights were still on.
Cartman playfully pulled the sheets off of Wendy, exposing her nude flesh once again. God, how he loved to admire her. He was naked too, and she hadn't once showed signs of disgust. She hadn't even flinched at the sight of him, which was more than he could say about himself. He didn't like the way he looked compared to his perfect package of a girlfriend. But then again, it seemed like she really didn't mind. He wasn't about to become openly self-conscious around her.
"Hey, Wendy, can I ask you a question?" he asked, thoughtfully.
"Sure, baby," she replied after waiting a bit for him to continue, but noticing he was awaiting her approval.
"What do you like about me?" he wondered aloud. Okay, so maybe this openly self-conscious idea was going to happen anyway.
Wendy crinkled her nose and smiled warmly. "Eric, you don't need to ask me these kinds of questions. I love you, I will always love you. You are the man I want to be with. Does it really matter why I feel this way?"
Eric half smiled. "Continue…" he spoke softly, wanting to hear more great things about himself.
Wendy let out a half-annoyed, half-teasing sigh. "You just want to hear me gloat about you." She leaned in closer. "Which I will. To all of my friends, you just wait. You're going to be the best boyfriend when I get done with my stories. And you are my boyfriend."
Cartman chuckled to himself. He got a kick out of Wendy's constant competition with the rest of the world to have the best possessions, whether material or personal. "I am definitely your boyfriend. Now and forever." He liked that word, boyfriend. He kissed her lightly and then settled his head into middle of the pillow. She repositioned herself so that she was lying on his exposed chest. She gently caressed it back and forth with her fingertips.
"And just so you know," she began. "I love you because you are the best thing that's ever happened to me"
Eric smiled in satisfaction, once more tightening his grip around her shoulders. They interlaced fingers and began to kiss each other heatedly again.
"You wanna go for round two?" she asked, casually, with an ever-so-slight hint of mischief in her eyes. "This time, I'm going to make you scream out my name."
And, before Cartman had a chance to respond, Wendy pounced on him like a tiger feeding on its prey.
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"I'm so sorry, Kyle," Stan managed to say, after what seemed like an eternity sitting with the quiet boy. It had probably only been about thirty minutes or so. He knew that Kyle needed quiet—Stan was there for moral support.
He noticed Kyle increasingly start to twitch and blink his eyes. "Hey, whatever. I'm over her, she was a slut anyway." He paused. "I just thought I saw more in this one." He looked over at Stan, who nodded thoughtfully in response. He wasn't sure what was going on, but his whole body was starting to feel heated. He blinked his eyes once more to shake off the blurry vision that had recently overcome him.
Stan noticed Kyle's odd behavior. "Dude, you okay?" he inquired in concern. "You don't look too hot." That was a lie. Kyle was looking hotter than ever, and Stan was overrun with this new emotion. As he sat next to his best friend, he took note that the guy didn't seem too brokenhearted over the girl's betrayal. He wondered if this had something to do with the possibility that Kyle felt something more for Stan than how he acted. He wasn't sure, but he knew that his own emotions were playing games with his heart. He looked over at Kyle, who was continually zoning out, licking his lips, and readjusting his position on the couch more and more often. He couldn't help but think Kyle felt the same way, and, like him, was unsure of what to do next.
For the first time in his life, Stan really felt like he was thinking clearly. He felt as though his mind had been set free. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs how he felt—that he was falling for his best friend. It was a strange feeling, yet, so completely comforting he found himself scooting closer to Kyle's side. Suddenly, the urge to reach over and capture Kyle in a passionate kiss swept through his mind.
Whoa, he thought. Never before had he ever conjured up such an image in his mind. And yet, the more he thought about the situation, the happier he felt. He let out a deep breath and clenched his butt cheeks—the way you do when you start to feel aroused. His slight pelvis thrusting action was enough to gain Kyle's attention.
"What's wrong with you?" he questioned, innocently. Kyle too had started to feel a bit aroused, due to no thoughts, but just this warm sensation that had spread over his body.
Stan closed his eyes. He pictured Kyle straddling his legs, hunched over, placing a trail of kisses from his neck to his mouth. This image brought him great happiness—something he hadn't felt in such a long time. Why haven't I noticed this before? he wondered.
Stan was a man of reputation. He knew that his decisions that night could affect his popularity within his classes, within the team, and within his social group. He wasn't sure how the other jocks would respond to having a gay teammate, and shuddered at their expected reactions. He didn't know if they would ever adjust to it, or if he would be doomed an outcast forever. He didn't like the sound of that. But there sat Kyle, his beloved friend. And he couldn't fight this temptation he had to rip off Kyle's shirt and make him forget all about his troubles. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew that his life would never be the same after that moment, no matter what the outcome.
Even if he and Kyle never shared anything intimate, Stan knew this feeling wasn't going to go away. Hell, it had been two or three hours, tops, and it was already ten times stronger than when he realized it. How long had he felt this way? How long was he covering it up? He gasped. Did anyone else know about it! He thought back to the times that he and Kyle were together, alone. Did Kyle know it? He shuddered at the thought of Cartman finding out, ESPECIALLY after just sleeping with Wendy.
Kenny. Kenny knew. Kenny was always inconspicuously harassing Stan, making perverted comments or touching him inappropriately. Kenny always knew. That's what he meant in giving Stan and Kyle some 'alone time.' Stan smiled to himself. Kenny really was a good friend. He didn't care that one of his friends was turning out to be a closet homosexual.
Stan opened his eyes at that thought. A homosexual. Sure, Cartman joked around throughout school about Stan being a fag, but he didn't take it to heart. Had Cartman been right all along?
"Stan!" Kyle shouted, alarmingly, interrupting Stan's further thought. "Dude, seriously! What's wrong?"
Stan looked over at his friend. This look of pure horror encompassed his face, and Stan let out a nervous laugh. "I'm fine. Wow, Ky, calm down!" The truth was…he wasn't fine. He wanted to tell Kyle how he felt about him. Stan wasn't one to delay. He knew that if Kyle were with him through all of the mess, it really wouldn't seem like such a mess anymore.
"I can't…calm…down," Kyle stuttered. Stan peered down at his hands, which were rapidly shaking. It was as if he had taken a giant caffeine pill.
"Jesus, you look like Tweek!" Stan observed, concerned for his friend.
"I feel…I feel…Ifeel…." was all Kyle could reply. "I feel INCREDIBLE," he burst, abruptly sitting to a stick-straight upright position. "Amazing, Stan. What the hell is going on with me?" He turned to Stan, who was staring wide-eyed at his friend's strange behavior. Kyle looked seductively at Stan. It sent a chill down his back.
"I…I don't know, dude." Stan was speechless. He watched Kyle in wonder. Oh, how he wanted to kiss those pouty lips…
"Stan?" Kyle asked, turning his body so that it was completely facing Stan. He propped one of his legs onto the couch, and let his hands rest in his lap. He had stopped shaking, and was now completely motionless. "Why is it that you are always here with me? I'm sure you have better things to do than sit around and hang out with my boring self."
Stan smiled. This is it, he thought. "You know there's no one I'd rather spend my time with," he responded, quietly.
At this, Kyle frowned. "You mean to tell me I'm the best that you've got?" His smile returned. His bright green eyes gazed soulfully into Stan's deep blue ones. "Then, I'd say you lead a sad, sad life, dude."
Stan smiled brighter. Oh Kyle, he said to himself. He placed one hand on top of Kyle's folded hands in his lap. Kyle twitched once, and then resumed his super-mellow body motion. "Ky, that's not true, and you know it. I love spending time with you." He paused, unsure of how to sum up this semi-declaration. "You're my best friend."
Kyle scrunched his nose up. "Yeah I guess. But I'm a reject. You don't need to feel sorry for me and stay up here. If you got somewhere else to be…then go there. I'll be fine."
Stan griped the hands beneath his. This send shivers down his spine. Even touching Kyle's hands was eternal bliss, much less squeezing them. He felt Kyle squeeze back. "Dude, I'm not leaving you up here by yourself. I don't want to be anywhere else but here."
Kyle stared at him with an expression Stan couldn't quite decode.
"With me?" he asked quietly. So quietly, Stan melted at the sound of his timid voice.
"With you," Stan repeated. He moved his hand that was atop of Kyle's, and ran it up to his face. It met his soft, warm cheek, and Kyle blushed. Stan lovingly stroked the side of Kyle's face, every so often sliding his hand back and playing with his short auburn curls. "You're incredible, Kyle," he breathed, moving in to close the gap between them.
Kyle remained expressionless, but slowly moved in as well. Their lips met halfway in a soft and timid kiss. Stan sunk into the moment, passionately pressing against Kyle's lips harder. Kyle pulled away, breathless. "Whoa," he muttered, just in time to be met again by Stan's hungry lips.
Stan scooted closer to Kyle on the couch, keeping in constant contact with his mouth. His kisses were slow and gentle at first, but as Kyle seemed to relax a bit, he felt himself lose all willpower. His knees felt weak as Kyle returned his kisses with ever-growing force. He wrapped both of his arms around Kyle's body, wanting to move slow and take things right. Too late.
Kyle was pushing his entire body up against Stan, in an effort to show him how much he wanted this. Stan took this as a hint to overpower Kyle, as he forced his body weight onto him, pushing him down into the couch. Their hands met halfway, and Stan was caressing his palms lovingly. Kyle went down without protest.
Stan slipped his tongue into Kyle's mouth, massaging Kyle's tongue with sweet, needy kisses. He could feel himself getting aroused, and he decided that he wanted nothing more than to have Kyle right then. With their fingers interlaced and exploring each other's hands, they soon became entangled in a web together, Stan staying cautious to not squash his love underneath. Kyle would pause every few minutes and look up to the ceiling to adjust his vision, as it had grown intensely blurry. Stan took this opportunity to send baby kisses up and down Kyle's neck, to which he moaned in pleasure. Stan slowly moved his hands from Kyle's up to his neck, where he turned Kyle's face away and began nibbling on his ear. He could feel the redhead tense up, and something underneath him started to grow. He could feel Kyle arch his back and thrust his pelvis onto his, which made Stan cry out, "Oh Kyle!" in short gasps.
Stan looked into his eyes. There appeared some sort of confusion trapped behind the glossy film that had formed. It was as if he hadn't blinked in several hours. Yet he was blinking every five seconds. When his eyes weren't rolled in the back of his head or closed in delight.
Stan could hear Kyle groan every few seconds, and his breath start to quicken. From the sounds of it, Stan was giving him the most pleasure he's had in a long time. And he hadn't even begun…
Suddenly, Kyle fought back the power that Stan had on top of him. They wrestled for a few minutes, Stan resuming grip on Kyle's hands, rendering him helpless beneath the blue-eyed boy. Kyle cried out in either pain or pleasure, or maybe a mixture of both. He hastily began sucking on Stan's lower lip, biting it with force. Stan liked this playful side to Kyle, and returned the favor by pulling Kyle up into an upright position.
The two boys' tongues danced around each other's mouths, Stan pulling himself so close to Kyle he could feel his friend's heart pound through his shirt. He saw a bead of sweat run down Kyle's forehead, as he took the time to pull away for a breath. It was then that Kyle pushed Stan down to the other side of the couch, kissing him rapidly, with his body weight lingering on top of Stan's. Stan was surprised with this sudden turn-of-the-tables, and of course, was even more turned on. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh Kyle," he groaned again, this time in the redhead's ear. "Fuck Kyle, I'm so hot right now." He pressed his pelvis into Kyle, so that he could feel what Stan was talking about. At this, Kyle pulled back, his eyes closed, smiling a faint smile. Stan adjusted his vision long enough to see that beautiful smile of his fade…Stan reached for the buttons on his companion's shirt. Unbuttoning them all at once, he stared in awe at Kyle's surprisingly chiseled chest. Sweat glistened from it, creating the illusion that it was glowing. Stan ran his fingers from Kyle's neck down to the trim of his pants. He brushed past the obvious hard on that Kyle had obtained throughout the process and grabbed his ass firmly. Kyle was looming over him, his open shirt forming a protective shield from the rest of the room. Stan was in heaven.
He had never before experienced the sensation he was feeling at that moment. It was this life-changing event that made Stan utter those three little words, "I want you."
And for a moment, he saw a gleam in Kyle's eyes—one that understood what Stan had just said. One that wanted what only Stan had dreamt about.
Kyle peeled Stan off of the couch, pulling him up to eye level. Without so much as a word, Kyle stood up, waiting for Stan to do the same. He had blinked so many times, Stan thought he was tripping off of some insanely potent weed, but he hadn't smoked any recently. This was Kyle. Kyle wanted him. He felt the same way. He didn't need to say anything. That glossy stare he gave Stan was more than enough. He slowly followed Kyle to the bedroom, where Stan shut the door.
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"I love you," Stan whispered, in between pants of pure ecstasy and short, wild breaths. His heart had begun to race rapidly as Kyle pulled his shirt off and they were touching, skin to skin. Their fingers had once again interlaced with one another, and Kyle's sweat had mixed with some of Stan's. It didn't bother him that Kyle wasn't saying anything in return. He didn't have to. His body language was saying it all. Stan felt warm, aggressive kisses all over his neck and chest, slowly working their way back up to his mouth. Kyle was an amazing kisser. I could really get used to this, he thought.
Stan had never thought of himself as timid before, but as his best friend lay on top of him, weighing him down, he was the most passive he had ever been. And he liked this role. He wasn't the dominating one. Kyle had always been the ONLY person able to calm him down when he went into one of his rage fits. And here it was, Kyle was the only one to pin him down with his delectable kisses. Even Wendy couldn't stay on top for long. Stan always needed that power. There was something about Kyle that made him…strong. Strong in the sense that he could do whatever he wanted to Stan, and Stan wouldn't protest. He could take over their sex life and tie Stan up with belts while having his way with him…he wouldn't mind.
Just then, he heard a grunt escape Kyle's lips. He was still on top, still smothering Stan with his kisses, but he was reaching down now for the button on Stan's jeans. Fumbling around for a bit, Stan let his own hands wonder down there to help out his struggling friend. It was as if Kyle had a goal in mind, but his mind was so fogged over, he couldn't figure out how to complete it. Snap! The button unbuttoned, and Kyle speedily pulled down the zipper. Stan lifted his lower body just enough so that they could together pull off his jeans. He lay clad in his boxers, a boner the size of Mt. Everest.
He had decided he had enough. Allowing Kyle to be the dominant one was one thing, but letting him have all the fun? Stan reached for his partner's pants button, freeing it with ease. Kyle pressed his hips into Stan, and Stan cried out in bliss. Kyle was just as ready to go as he was, and Stan wished nothing more than to please his love. He effortlessly flipped Kyle onto the mattress, pulling his pants down and off the bed. Stan grew bigger lying on top, but ignored his wants for once and focused all of his attention on the beaming redhead. His tongue probed Kyle's mouth, slowly making its way further down. Kissing a trail all the way down. When he reached the line where the boxers met the skin, he delicately inched them down, only to receive a strong shudder from the receiving end. He glanced up at Kyle to make sure he was okay, but Kyle was lost in his own world.
Stan went on with his plan, gently removing Kyle's boxers from the shivering guy. Stan fell silent, kissing around the freshly exposed skin. He placed one hand on the shaft and began moving up and down to which Kyle released a loud moan of approval. His hands shot out for Stan's hair, holding his head in place as Stan's mouth engulfed the hardened member. It wasn't but a few minutes until Kyle tensed up, allowing only shallow breaths to escape. He became lifeless, with eyes closed and a continued smile.
Stan peered up at Kyle, who looked so peaceful he thought he was asleep. Stan hoped he wasn't, for he still had unfinished business. He cleaned up the residue that formed around Kyle's body with a nearby towel, and crept up the bed to take a look. Sure enough, Kyle's eyes were closed in a peaceful slumber. It was as if all his energy exploded the minute of his release. He tasted so good, Stan thought, as he placed an innocent kiss on his best friend's still lips. Kyle twitched and returned the kiss, failing to ever open his eyes. His body remained sprawled out on the bed in the position he fell back into as Stan attempted to rid himself of all the tension built up that night. He too finished in a few minutes, unable to hold in much longer. He collapsed in a heap next to Kyle, his head resting on Kyle's shoulder.
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A small break in the dark green blinds emitted a single ray of sunlight into the room, casting a beam right onto his face. He opened his eyes, after much hesitation, and attempted to adjust to the blinding light. His head was pounding, and his mouth was cotton dry. Sweat had plastered him to the position he lay in on the bed. He was uncomfortable in this position. Something was wrong.
He felt a breeze near him, even though there was not a window open or a fan in sight. Glancing downwards, he noticed that he was without clothes, and the draft must have come from the chilled air around him. He took a deep breath and continually blinked his eyes, trying to focus.
"What happened?" he said to himself, rising in the bed and placing his hand on his forehead. He felt as though he had been sleeping for decades, but it wasn't his normal 'coming down' after he was high sleep. No, this was different. This was scarier. He desperately tried to swallow, finding that his tongue got stuck in the back of his parched throat. He needed water…
It was still dark in the room, but Kyle felt another presence along with him. It sent a shiver down his spine as he realized he had no recollection of how that person got up there. All he remembered was calming Stan down, going downstairs…and finding Geneva with Kenny. Oh yes, the memories started to flood. He had had a headache. Stan had gotten rid of the guests. He had went back up to his room. What had happened next?
He concentrated hard on the figure that was lying next to him. It was curled up into a ball, back facing him. He strained his eyes harder to make out the silhouette when…
"Holy fuck!" he exclaimed, jumping back a few feet to the opposite side of the bed. Was it really who he thought it was? Was Stan really lying in his bed, wearing only his boxers? Was Kyle really naked? Had they really…
"OH MY GOD!" he silently screamed, and almost instantly dry heaved. He scrambled off the bed, reaching for his clothes, and darted out of the room into the confinement of another room. One without his sleeping best friend. He fell to the couch, his head in his lap, and his hands on his forehead. "Oh My God, what the hell did I do?" he kept asking himself in various forms, trying hard to recall the slightest of memory. It all came down to…he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to know what had just taken place in that bedroom, because if he did, then he would have to confront Stan with all of those memories dancing around in the back of his head. Oh, how he wished he hadn't left the party last night. It could have been Geneva sleeping in that bed instead of…Stan….
The very thought of doing anything with his friend made him gag. He liked Stan, sure, but NEVER did he EVER want to be with him. That was never even a question. He had once wrestled with the thought that Stan might be gay, just the way he acted sometimes, but he erased that thought when the miserable boy wouldn't get over his ex girlfriend. Now, he was trudging some unknown territory, and he would have to find out if Stan was gay, or if he too had fucked up. This wasn't going to be an easy day.
Hell, this wasn't going to be an easy year. Having to live with someone when you have done…stuff…with them is so hard, ESPECIALLY when it is two best friends. He didn't want to resent Stan, but how could have he let him do this? Was Stan really that drunk? Or did he want to do it?
WHAT DID THEY DO? Kyle was breathless, racking his brain for any possible answers. Had they gulp had sex?
God, he hoped not. He wouldn't be able to look at Stan after that. He thought for a minute. Stan wasn't naked. So that couldn't have happened. Unless Stan had his way with Kyle, and then put his boxers on before passing out. Oh God Oh God Oh God, what did we do?
"Hey you," came a soft voice from the direction of the bedroom. Stan had woken up, and was scratching the back of his head. He had severe after-sex hair. Oh God…
Kyle averted his gaze from the still-sleepy black haired boy in the boxers. "Hi," his dry throat managed to choke out.
Stan sat next to Kyle on the suddenly tiny couch. He leaned over and kissed Kyle on the cheek, causing Kyle to stiffen his body.
"I was hoping you wouldn't wake until after me. I wanted to make you breakfast in bed," Stan said shyly. Kyle refused to look at him. He could feel Stan's soft gaze burning a hole through his side. It was driving him crazy. How much more could he take? He had to know what happened.
Stan sensed his uneasiness, and took the liberty of draping his arm around Kyle's shoulders, massaging one of them. "You passed out so suddenly last night, I didn't get a chance to thank you," he spoke so warmly. It made Kyle want to hurl. Thank me for what?
It was as if Stan read his mind. "Kyle, I haven't been honest with myself for quite some time, and I found this out last night. I love that we can be completely open with each other now." He turned to face Kyle, who still avoided his deep blue stare. "I love you!"
Oh no…
"I know that last night, I may have jumped the gun a bit. I wanted to take things slow, honest. But when you started kissing me back, and grinding on me…and…well…you know, I just gave in, I guess." He paused, noticing Kyle's obvious discomfort. "I'm really sorry, dude! I won't take it that fast next time, I promise. I just got caught up with everything. You know I would never do anything you didn't want to do. I care about you too much."
Oh no!
"I'm willing to take it as slow as we need to. I'm just happy that you feel the same way! I'm so happy, Kyle," Stan said over and over, clasping tightly to Kyle's stiff body.
Un-fucking-believable.
He didn't know how long he could keep up this charade. Stan's grasp had loosened, and Kyle struggled to free himself. Stan, once again noticing Kyle's restlessness, let go abruptly. "Look, I said I'm sorry!" he reinforced, a little hurt at Kyle's behavior. "What else can I do?" He smiled deviously. "Kiss you and make it better?" Kyle stared at his best friend in horrifying shock just in time to receive a juicy kiss on his lips. He quivered, but let it go. That was, until Stan pushed himself up against him and deepened the kiss.
A whole world of confusion swept through Kyle's brain at that exact moment. He held on longer to that kiss than what he should have—he didn't want to. It was the initial shock of having your best friend in the entire universe confess that he's gay, and then dropping the bomb even further by announcing that it was you he was in love with. In love! He was unsure of where to go from there. He didn't want to break Stan's heart, but to keep kissing him would be very, VERY wrong…
Kyle pushed Stan's shoulders away from him, releasing the intense lip lock. "That's it that's it that's IT!" he breathed. "I can't do this anymore!"
The rejected Stan first appeared confused before it melted away into obvious hurt.
"Dude! I don't know what the FUCK I WAS ON last night, but I sure as hell don't remember a God Damned thing!" Kyle pushed himself up off the couch and stood several feet away from Stan. He paced frantically back and forth. "I'm sorry, Stan, but right now you have to GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!"
For the first time that whole morning, he looked at Stan, who was two seconds away from shedding a tear. "Ky," he started.
"No, Stan! Don't call me that! Don't call me…" He shuddered aloud. "Don't talk to me right now! I have to deal with this by myself. I can't even look at you, I'm so freaked out! Dude, what the hell did we do?" He stopped in his tracks. "No, never mind, I don't really want to know what we did. Cause if we did what I think we did then I'm sorry we ever did it. I'm sorry that you thought I wanted to do it. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to do anything!"
Stan swallowed. Hard. "You didn't protest last night," he spoke in a soft whisper. But not soft enough to go undetected by his enraged friend.
"Stan, I swear to you, I'm going to find out what happened and why it did and prove that I didn't want…that…to happen!"
Stan looked so pathetic, Kyle almost felt sorry for him. But not quite. "You mean, all of those smiles…all…of those…looks that you gave me? The…kisses? It all…was because of some unknown influence?" His stuttering had developed an angry undertone.
Kyle looked at his friend once more. The thought of him initiating a kiss with Stan was too much. "I don't know what happened, dude. But, yeah, it was because of something."
Stan rapidly shook his head. "no no No No NO!" he screamed, emphasizing each 'no' with further aggression. "I don't believe you! Look at you, you are shaking!" He jumped off the couch and stood directly in front of Kyle's face. "You liked being with me and you know it! You are too embarrassed of being with me now, so you're blaming it on some stupid ass drug that DOESN'T EXIST!" He was inches away from Kyle now, panting hard.
"IT DOES EXIST STAN," Kyle yelled in a monotonous, you-know-its-true tone.
"No! Kyle," Stan changed tones, "I'm scared too. I mean, come on! I've never had feelings for another guy, much less my best friend! But this is something we can work on together! I want to give it a try!" He gazed soulfully into the other's eyes. "I'm in love with you, dude."
Once again, Kyle was battling with his emotions. How can Stan just sit there and admit this to himself? How can he think I feel the same? What does he expect my reaction to be? Say it back?
Stan took the silence between the two as Kyle processing his feelings. "I know we can get through this! We always have. It's no different this time."
Kyle sighed. Part of him really wished that he DID like Stan like that. It was tearing him apart that his best friend was so hopeful, so…in love. But alas, he had never even thought about it, and he didn't have any urge to kiss back when Stan tried once again. He simply pushed Stan off of him, and gave him a cold, long stare. "GET OFF OF ME!" he screeched, well aware that his actions were probably hurting Stan more than Stan was weirding him out. He never met to hurt him, but he couldn't just sit back and let things happen. He tried his best to calm down, switching to an 'inside voice'.
"Look, Stan, I'm sorry. I DON'T like you like that, man. I never have. Please just…go away."
Stan opened his mouth to say something, but Kyle saw tears form in the corner of his eyes instead. Before Stan could risk Kyle knowing that he wasn't man enough to not cry, he left quietly. Not saying a single word.