Kylie-B arrived at the party with it already in full swing, he took note of the handful of cars that littered the street as he walked past the entrance and up to the massive mansion, he's seen it a few times when he arrived but was shocked to learn that it was Token's place. His parents must've been loaded. He took a deep breath of the chilled mountain air and walked in without knocking, he could hear the music from outside, and no one would hear if he bothered anyway. Walking in the door he saw many of his classmates talking, dancing, drinking, making out, and other things.

He walked straight to the table that had a bowl of straight alcohol and downed a glass, wincing at the very strong and bitter taste, trying to get himself into the atmosphere around him. Taking another glass he began to wander around till he found an all too familiar goth sitting by the entrance in the kitchen, his eyes looked spaced out as he stared at the ground and held a disposable in his hand, he walked over to Stan and said, "Glad to see you're here."

Stan looked up and stared into his eyes, a kind of goofy grin made its way to the goth's face as he stumbled his way to standing using the wall behind him as support, he was done wasted, "You made it," he nearly lost his footing, seemingly to trip on nothing, only to be caught by the taller teen's arms.

"Whoa, ya need to relax on the drinks," he said as he stabled Stan back into standing against the wall.

The goth giggled and said, "It's a party, have some fun."

Kylie-B's eyes narrowed, "That a challenge?"

Stan smirked up at him and replied, "Bet I last longer than you."

"It's on!"

Three cups of straight alcohol later, Kylie-B was leaning over the smaller teen with a smirk on his face, "Ya know ya really fuckin' pretty?"

The goth laughed, "Ya right, ya's shit faced. Ya's don't know what ya's sayin'."

"Nah dude I means it," he tilted Stan's chin up.

"Prove it."

With a grin, Kylie-B leaned down and pressed his lips against Stan's roughly chapped ones, almost instantly he felt Stan push back against his own. After a moment of so, he pulled away, still grinning down at the goth, "Proof enough Kitten?"

Stan looked up at him with flushed cheeks before he felt hands grab onto his shirt and pulled him down again, smashing his lips against his own once more, he blinked only to give in and kiss back, his hazy mind not fully registering that he was kissing his crush. They pulled away again to catch their breath, only to kiss again, and again, all without tongue.

The two kept this up till someone from the living room started shouting, "It's time its time!"

The two pulled away again, both looking flushed as they've barely given themselves time to breathe between their kisses. Kylie-B smiled down at the goth as he grabbed his hand and said, "Wanna watch the ball drop?"

The goth numbly nodded. Kylie-B smiled and grabbed his hand, with a drunken grin he pulled Stan into the living room where most people sat in front of the large widescreen TV that was mounted on the wall. The redhead found a spot at the end of one of the seats and sat down, pulling Stan into his lap, who showed no resistance to it as he was sat down on the taller teen's thighs.

He wrapped his arms around the raven's slim waist and leaned his head on his shoulders as his drunken glazed eyes glanced back and forth at the TV and the teen in his lap. He could smell the alcohol and cigarette smoke on him, but he could also smell a hint of hazel coffee. He buried his face into the crook of Stan's neck, inhaling his bitter yet addictive scent when he heard the teens around the room chanting numbers, he looked up and saw Stan mouthing off them off rather than saying it, even when hammered, he wasn't going to completely allow himself to be a 'conformist'. At the end of the count down Kylie-B joined in, shouting along with the rest of the crowd, he always enjoyed the atmosphere at these sorts of parties.

"3...2...1...Happy New Year!"

The redhead laughed as the room went insane as he pulled the goth closer. Stan turned around to face the other, still in his lap only now straddling him, he didn't say anything as he pressed his lips against his own once again, he loved it. Soon enough of this child's play, however, Kylie-B bit Stan's bottom lip, in which Stan responded by opening and allowing access. They lazily battled for dominance.

They ignored the room around them, which was also ignoring them as this was a common occurrence at these parties in South Park, which meant they ignored the argument in the background, which was also common anytime Cartman and Heidi had the smallest of disagreements when they were together.

After about ten minutes of sucking face, the two pulled apart again, their eyes still glazed over, but the redhead saw a smile pull at Stan's face as he stood, still holding his hand, "Come on."

Sea green eyes blinked as he was pulled up, "Wheres we goin'?" He slurred.

"You'll see."

Kylie-B was dragged up the stairs, past many people who were starting to wind down, or doing something else or another, he took note of both Craig and Tweek in the upstairs hall heavily making out as Craig reached for the doorknob that sat besides Tweek, he opened it and they went inside, slamming the door behind them. His hazy mind wasn't registering some of the basics he's learned from his previous experiences at parties, then again, when was the last time he allowed himself to truly get wasted.

He was pulled into a room behind Stan, who closed and locked the door behind them. He blinked at the goth only to suddenly get tackled onto the bed that sat against the wall by a kiss, and Kylie-B quickly pushed back against the smaller teen. Their hips then started to grind against each other, causing a moan to leave Stan's throat. The redhead grinned into their kiss and using his free hands, he groped Stan's ass and grounded it further between them, causing another moan to leave the smaller teen, and he could feel his and his own hardening erections.

This went on for some time before Stan pulled away and panted out, "Fuck me."

Kylie-B blinked at the drunk goth, not that he was any less drunk, and sat up, Stan straddling his hips again, "Don't we needs a condom or somein'?"

Stan didn't miss a beat as he reached over to the side table by the bed and pulled a package of condoms and a small bottle of lube out of the drawer. "What?"

"Token's always prepared, so yous wannin' to fuck right? I can feels your boner."

The redhead smiled, "God yes."

In no time at all the two boys were rid of their clothes grinding against each other on to of the bed. Kylie-B was leaving little bite marks all over the goth's neck, that also trailed down to his shoulders and chest, and Stan laid beneath the other scratching at his back, not use to the stimulus. He felt the teen beneath him buck his hips as he breathlessly said, "Hurry up!"

With a grin, Kylie-B pulled away for a moment to roll on one of the condoms on the side table and lather his covered dick in lube, but he also smeared some on Stan's puckered hole, causing him to gasp at the cold. He rubbed his covered dick against Stan, who whimpered at the contact, after a few more teasing grinds, the redhead lead his penis right at Stan's entrance and pushed in, causing the goth to seize up at the feeling.

He was only halfway inside, but he stopped to ket the other adjust, Stan panted as his head was leaned back on the pillows, his nails digging into Kylie-B's biceps, but he didn't care, being surrounded by Stan's heat was damn near intoxicating, even if it was only halfway. After a few minutes, Stan mewled, "M-more."

He pushed forwards, completely sheathing himself inside the smaller teen and moaning at the tightening heat that surrounded his ready to burst cock. He didn't press forward yet though, letting Stan adjust again, just because he was wasted didn't mean he wasn't considerate.

"Move!"

There's the cue.

Kylie-B pulled a few inches out, and thrust back in, earning a groan. He did it again and again, taking a little more out each time, he moaned at the feeling that Stan was giving him, and starting to feel lost in the bliss, he gave a particularly hard thrust which made Stan howl in ecstasy. "Again, there!"

The redhead did so, and it earned him another loud noise from the smaller teen, seemed like he was a screamer. He continued to thrust at the area and started to feel the tension in his gut build, sweat ran down his back as Stan's tight heat felt like it was consuming him, and the goths loud moans filling the room. After another few minutes, Kylie-B could feel Stan's insides tighten further around him as his nails dug deeper into his skin, panting he thrust again and he felt himself come and thrust a few more times to ride it out, and Stan let out a near scream as white come splattered between them. The two panted and Stan whispered, That was...so good..."

The redhead let out a breathless chuckle as he pulled out and removed the soiled condom and tossed it into the trash bin that sat by the table, and collapsed onto the bed, moving enough to not crush the goth, "I wouldn't says that... I can do better..."

He felt his eyes start to droop, he had no idea what time it was but with the alcohol and now this he was damn near wiped out, without even realizing he pulled the other teen closer to his body and wrapped his arms around him. His consciousness grew fuzzy, but before the world went black he heard three little words, "I love you."