Stan rapped his knuckles against the door to Kyle's room, it was the week before finals and him and the dumbass had a project that was due the upcoming Monday, it was Saturday afternoon now, but knowing the redhead, he'd probably already have over half of the thing done even though it was just given to them the day before. He heard a quite 'come in' and so he turned the knob and opened the door only for the sight to make his eyes go wide. The floor was a mess, with soda and energy drink cans, food wrappings, and dirty dishes, not to mention that it smelled like pot. He heard rapid clicking and looking over he saw Kyle sitting at his desk hunched over the keyboard of his computer typing away.

"What the fuck?"

The clicking stopped as Kyle turned his head towards the door, "Stan you made it."

"What the hell happened here?" He asked as he closed the door behind him and walked over to the redhead. He looked like a mess, his hair wasn't in its usual updo, instead, his red curls laid flat against his head and looked oily, his clothes were the same ones he wore yesterday, did he even change, and upon a closer look his eyes had dark shadows under them and they were red and his pupils were wide. He then realized, "Are you high right now?"

Kyle gave him a loopy smile and said, "Helps me think ya know?"

Stan's eyes darted around the room but took note of the bag of weed that was poorly hidden in a pile of clothes next to Kyle's chair, he noticed that it was a different bag than the one he gave him, but the plant inside looked like the new experimental weed Randy and the damn towel had been working on and it hadn't been released to the public yet, wait.

"Is Randy using you as a guinea pig?"

"If that's what you wanna call it then go ahead," he turned his attention back to the screen and started to rapidly type again.

"Dude you don't know what shit that bastard puts in that shit! He puts crack on weed around the holidays for fuck's sake."

He heard Kyle snort, "Yeah right, no one could get away with that, how about we finish this up, it's due tomorrow after all."

Stan could have facepalmed, "How much weed have you smoked? Tomorrow is Sunday."

"Still need to get this done."

The goth narrowed his eyes and stood next to high teen and read the screen, only for his face to contort into confusion as his gaze fell back on to Kyle. "What is this?"

The screen was filled with a mish-mash of words that didn't fit together, there were bits that seemed like they belonged in their project, yet others were way off the mark. He knew getting high messed with the brain, but this... "When did you last sleep?"

Kyle said nothing as he continued to type, but shrugged.

He blinked at the other, "You didn't sleep did you?"

"I slept the other night, I'm fine..."

He sounded like Tweek before he went to rehab when he had one too many of his parents' meth laced coffee. Stan let out a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Dude take a break."

"Not till this is done."

"It's nothing but rubbish, you can't continue this because from the looks this we're going to start over from scratch."

"I know what I'm doing," the redhead started to raise his voice.

He had to hurry up and deal with him somehow. He had no idea what the weed's effects could have on him, considering how he's seen Randy and Towlie when they try their own new products and it always varied. What else, they could end up bombing on the project and not have enough time to fix it if he kept going, and also if he ended up getting reckless his mother could come in, and from what Kyle's told him, she hates weed and if she walked in while Kyle was making a ruckus then that wouldn't end well. He had to get him away from the computer and calm him down for a nap, gosh he sounded like a babysitter.

Stan thought over his options when he thought to all the people he's been with when they're high, well he's usually high with them, even though he doesn't care for weed, like with Pete and sometimes Michael, but they never got out of control, and he just avoided Randy because he didn't want to deal with him ever, high or not.

An old memory surfaced, one he thought that he buried long ago, causing his face to burn. He hated himself for remembering this, but at this moment in time, he had no clue how to get Kyle to stop willingly. Swallowing any shame he had he pulled Kyle's wheeled chair away from the desk, causing the redhead to let out a sound of protest, and stopped it by the bed. The high teen sharply turned and glared at the goth, "What the hell dude?!"

"You need a break."

"Fuck you!"

Yup, he was starting to get aggressive, might as well as to hurry this up, "Do you want the project to go well?"

Kyle's green eyes narrowed at him, "No fuckin' shit."

"Then you need to calm the fuck down and take a damn nap."

"Like I can sleep at a time like this!"

The goth took a deep breath before letting it out slowly, ignoring the burning that spread across his face, "How about I help you with that..."

"Oh, and what can ya do?"

"Pull down your pants."

Kyle blinked at the teen, his mind trying to piece together what he meant before asking, "Why?"

"If I give you a blowjob, you have to calm down and sleep..." Stan answered, his eyes on the floor.

The redhead gave a loopy smile, "I didn't think ya had the balls to be so straight forward, though I must say, yous got me interested."

Stan bit back a groan, but he had to push through, "If you are and you want it, then pull down your pants and get on your bed."

"Alright, alright." Kyle basically hoped from his chair to the bed, kicking his chair away in the process. Stan stood next to the bed, biting his inner lip as he tried to think of a way to go about this. "Well, what are yous waitin' for?"

Okay, so Kyle was even more of a cocky asshole when he was higher than a kite, fantastic.

The high teen undid the button and zipper to his pants, revealing his grey boxers, 'I hope I don't regret this...'

Stan sat on the bed next to the other, trying to lock up his emotions, and without thinking he pulled down the boxers, Kyle's dick was limp but was much bigger then what he was expecting. Taking a deep breath, and before the dumbass could make some smart quip, he plunged forward and wrapped his mouth around the member, causing the redhead to gasp.

The goth clenched his eyes shut as he tried to ignore the taste, he wanted this to be quick. He heard Kyle moan and felt him harden. He started to bob his head, earning more moans from the other, only to nearly choke when Kyle bucked his hips up against the back of his throat. Bastard.

He was about to pull away only to feel fingers tangle themselves in his hair at the back of his head and pushed him forward, taking in more. He let out an uncomfortable muffled groan but continued to bob, trying to hurry it up. Soon he heard a moan followed by a swear, "F-fuck!"

He couldn't pull away in time and his mouth was flooded with the other's come, he winced at the bitter taste but swallowed it. He then pulled away, with a cough, wiping away any access that missed. He panted as he glared at the now panting and tired looking redhead. "Now will you take a break."

Kyle weakly fixed his pants, and collapsed back onto the bed, "T-that wasn't bad, you have done this before?"

Stan's face burned as he growled, "Shut up!" Only to sigh and stand, "If you're finally calmed down I'm going to look over what got-" He got cut off as he felt Kyle's hand grab his wrist and pulled him back down onto the bed, making him lay next to him face to face, "What the hell are you-?"

"Shh..." Kyle's tired eyes looked into his own brown as he gave him a trying smile, "Your turn to feel good."

The goth groaned, "I'm fine," he felt Kyle's hands trail his side trying to reach for his pants only to push him away, well as far as he could, "Don't!"

The redhead sighed but his hand's left, only to the wrap around the raven's thin waist and pull him close to his own person and burred his face in Stan's neck. Before the other could say anything he felt a quick sharp pain and wetness that followed, it didn't hurt but it did surprise the smaller teen, "The hell are you doing?"

Kyle looked from his place and looked into Stan's eyes, "You got a taste of me...so I wanted one of you..."

"God..."

Kyle then let out a yawn and rested his forehead on Stan's shoulder, closing his eyes and pulling the goth's body close to his own. The raven let out a sigh as he felt restricted in Kyle's arms, he ignored the blush that rose and tried to keep his breathing even as he finally realized that he just gave this guy, the same one he just had a wet dream about not too long ago, a blow job and is now cuddling him. He let out a quiet sigh when he noticed Kyle's breathing, he was passed out, and despite that, his grip on him was like iron, either that or he was just weak and he did not want to come to that conclusion, so he just laid there till his eyes grew heavy and he too fell asleep in Kyles's warm embrace.

The next morning, Kyle snuggled closer the warmth that rested next to him but he was waking up, damn his internal clock, he squinted one of his eyes open only to see a sleeping Stan right next to him. He blinked as he felt a slight blush rise, but he couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face. He let out a sigh as he just wanted to stay where he was, but a glance at the clock told him to get up and check their project.

Letting out a breath, he slowly released Stan and quietly got out of his bed and crept to his computer, careful to avoid the trash on the floor, he'll clean that up once he knew the paper was done. He stood in front of his computer, as his chair was across the room and he didn't want to make noise, so waking up the device he found the page where he left off, and immediately he wanted to bash his face into the desk. What the heck was in that weed?

It was a mess that he could barely make sense of, and he was the one who wrote it, sighing he saw that he was page 12 and then perked, it only had to be five so he probably had more than enough since he did remember having a strong and coherent start.

Quickly scanning over it, he deleted five pages of useless rambling and fixed a few errors, even when stoned out of his mind he at least had mostly proper grammar. So after fixing the paper, he stretched his arms only to crinkle his nose in disgust. He reeked. And his room wasn't fairing any better, as it smelled like pot and he knew if his mom came in she'd lose it.

He glanced over at the sleeping goth and sighed. He had things to do. First, he opened his window to try and air out the room, which resulted in a burst of cold air to enter, causing the redhead to shiver, he was never one for the cold, and not wanting Stan to freeze he covered him with his blanket where he proceeded to cuddle with and bury his head in the pillow he was on, how cute.

Next, he grabbed a pair of sweats and tank top and went off to the bathroom to shower, his parents must have still been asleep and Ike was over at Firkle's to practice lines for a play that he refuses to tell him about, he couldn't help the chuckle that passed his lips, his little brother hadn't admitted it to him, but he knew he had a thing for the young goth.

After showering and getting days of grime and sweat off his person and out of his hair, he went back into his messy room only to see Stan now awake, wrapped up in the blanket he gave him on his phone, "Morning Kitten."

Stan rolled his eyes at the nickname but replied, "Morning."

"Project's done if your wondering, checked it over and it's good."

Stan's brown eyes slid over to him, "You didn't leave that bullshit about how the government is a sham did you?"

Kyle laughed, "Nah, Nah, I ain't that stupid, we had more than enough on the right topic, so we got the rest of the day to do whatever."

"What are you gonna do with that weed?"

"Huh?" His eyes then traveled to the baggie poorly hidden by some dirty clothes, "Oh, get rid of it, that shit is not for focusing."

"No shit."

Kyle went to move to the bed only to kick a can in the process, he let out an annoyed groan at himself for making a mess when he was high, he grabbed his trashcan and quickly picked up the trash making the room better, but it still was a disaster with clothes scattered everywhere.

Kyle laid back down on the bed next to Stan, shivering a bit at the cold air hitting his wet hair, but he couldn't close the window till he knew that the smell of pot was aired out. He leaned his head back against the headboard only to then feel pressure set on his shoulder, glancing down he saw Stan's black hair, his hat must have fallen off. He couldn't help the small smile that rose, he liked being close with the goth, and this was nice. A moment he didn't want to end.

First attempt at a blow job scene! Hope you guys enjoyed it, tell me what you think!