Despite throwing caution to the wind on prom night, they were generally very careful.
Just so that everything was less confusing, they still maintained that they were Super Best Friends, because it was just catchier than "Best Friends Who Are Head Over Heels for Each Other and Make Out (Among Other Kinds of Interesting and Experimental Activities) Whenever An Opportune Private Moment Arises", and really, they were still essentially Super Best Friends; they just happened to technically be romantically involved as well. And the Understatement of the Year Award Goes to…
The second to to last day of finals, and thus the school semester found Kyle, who had just finished his last final (Advanced Placement "Modern World History", which would more accurately be named "Long, In-Depth, Philosophical, Political, and Socioeconomic Debates and Discussions Which the Stringy Jewish Kid in the Corner Always Wins"), gracing the crook between Stan's neck and shoulder with his lips and his teeth, as the latter mentioned boy (who had finished his second final, "United States Government for Dummies, Oh, Sorry, We Meant Normal People") busied himself with the buckle of the former's pants, and the area of skin just underneath the hem of his shirt.
They temporarily forgot where they were, once again lost in their little world of Stan and Kyle, but where unhappily reminded when, after various other activities involving the realization of Kyle's talent for undoing pants flies with his teeth, they had to take a quick break for Stan to retrieve his inhaler.
"Funny," Kyle said with a smirk, once Stan's respiratory system had restarted, "I guess I do take your breath away, after all."
"That's not funny. That's not even in the same zip code as funny." Stan retorted, giving Kyle a crooked smile. And then their eyes met, again, and neither of them were sure whose lips had been conquered by whose, but they figured it wasn't really that important so long as the other could be shirtless in a flat nanosecond, which didn't quite work that well because both were trying to take the other's shirt off and their elbows kept getting in the way, and then Kyle remembered that they were in the school's boy's restroom and there was no where to really temporarily dispose of the aforementioned garment (because really, for his and Stan's sake, bathroom floors are just gross), so they had to settle on something else.
They were lucky that this something else entailed Stan deciding he wanted to "undo zippers with his teeth", too, and Kyle was more than happy to oblige in letting him.
Fun times, really.
When they eventually did leave school grounds, it was hand in hand, and while they were trying to be quiet in respect for The Dead (or any other student who happened to be taking final exams at this time), they were sort of having too much trouble deciding if they were laughing like idiots or maniacs for their attempts to be effective.
They ran into Kenny, who was on his way to his make-up Literature exam, the original he had missed due to a rather tragic accident involving a volley-ball net and an inconveniently placed dead fish, which, according to him Wasn't Funny At All.
Kenny happened to look very shaken up, and kept glancing over his shoulder, as he whispered a request to meet him in two hours at Shakey's, although they needed to have him repeat this about three times before it even sounded half-way coherent. Because, after all, he was whispering beneath his parka despite the summery weather. And they weren't sure, but he may have been stuttering.
Stan and Kyle were rather concerned at this behavior; this just wasn't like Kenny. He hadn't made a single insinuation, even though they were holding hands, were rather mussed, red-faced, and sweaty, and just slightly out of breath.
So, to kill time, Stan and Kyle went off to throw ice-cubes at cars, because they were just that kind of couple.
